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CZW Presents HATEWAVE!
August 22nd 2010
-=- CZW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH! -=-
-=- EPIC SIX MAN WAR GAMES MATCH! -=-
-=- CZW X-DIVISION TITLE MATCH! -=-
-=- 2010 MONEY IN THE BANK LADDER MATCH! -=-
-=- CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP EXTREME SCAFFOLD MATCH! -=-
-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! -=-
-=- THEIR FINAL CLASH IN A HELL IN THE CELL! -=-
-=- DARK MATCH BATTLE ROYAL: WINNER GETS A TITLE SHOT TO BE DETERMINED! -=-
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-=- DARK MATCH BATTLE ROYAL: WINNER GETS A TITLE SHOT TO BE DETERMINED! -=-
***** The crowd roared as the remaining four men, Slate, Campbell, Tolwar, and The Zodiac Thrilla stared each other down! Campbell attempted to make a name out of the First Ever CZW World Heavyweight Champion, but The Zodiac Thrilla would have none of it, ducking a "Big Time" right Hand and connecting with a kick to the gut, followed by The Mark of the Zodiac, the impact sending "Big Time" flying out of the ring! At the same time, Chris tolwar was thrown clear out of the ring with a savage T-Bone Supplex by Alex Slate! Two men remained, Slate and Thrilla. One having multiple tastes of gold, the other chomping at the bit for his first piece! The struck like psychotic dogs, each gripping the other behind the head and punching their opponent in the face with the opposite hand, the crowd exploding to life! The seasoned Zodiac Thrilla gained the upper hand, throwing Slate to the corner and attempting the Indian Summer, only to be caught in mid-air, turned with amazing strength,and hurled out of the ring by Alex Slate with a modifed Clarion Call! Alex Slate, victorious, celebrated in his professional way as he was awarded a title shot to be determined at a later date! ***** With a buzz in the air, the United Center erupts into a deafening roar of cheers as the Hatewave video runs, followed by the massive booming of the pyros! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! Daniels: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is IT! THE greatest wrestling spectacle in HISTORY; HATEWAVE III!!” Masters: “I can’t bloody hear ANYTHING with these screaming fools, Daniels!” Daniels: “Well, they have a lot to be excited about! From top to bottom, this is easily the strongest show in CZW history! To start things off, we have the brutal finale to what has been one of the most heated rivalries in CZW history! Settling things once and for all in the Hell in a Cell, ‘Mountain Man’ Josh Newsome and Garrett William will finally end their blood feud!!” Masters: “Following that, Rob Wright will be successfully defending his Television Championship against that jumping bean Krimzon Blaze! I can’t wait to see Rob shut his mouth for good! I swear to GOD, if he raps one more time…” Daniels: “Time has shown again and again never to count Blaze out, Masters, so don’t be too surprised if you find yourself eating those words! We also have the CZW Ultraviolent Championship between Matt Covey and Buzzsaw, and fans…this one will NOT be for the faint of heart!” Masters: “I have to agree, Jarred. This match is just going to be sick, there’s nothing for it.” Daniels: “The carnage only continues from that point as we clean up the mess and head into this year’s MONEY IN THE BANK match! Eight superstars each competing for a guaranteed title shot at ANY time!” Masters: “As long as Shawn Waters gets crippled for life during that match, I will be content! And then, following that, my night gets even BETTER as Sam Attic finally crushes that poofy squirrel El Pablo for GOOD!” Daniels: “The most recent X Division champion defends against the very first in what is sure to be a classic! From there, things get deeply personal as the War Games match between Youthful Aggression and Beautiful Agony takes place. YA has the man advantage going into the match, but Beautiful Agony are not giving up without a fight!” Masters: “Because they’re even dumber than they look! Too dumb to know that they’ve got an ice cube’s chance in hell of winning! After that, it’s Kimo Newton and Mike King for the coveted Intercontinental Championship! For a while, I was annoyed with Kimo, but he’s started to grow on me. I don’t mind either of them winning this match!” Daniels: “Surprise, surprise. They’ve been at eachother’s throats for weeks now, and now it’s come down to the title match at the year’s biggest event! And after that, another first in CZW…a fatal four way RIOT MATCH for the CZW World Heavyweight championship!! I know…I just KNOW that Fiscus will finally be knocked off that pedestal!” Masters: “Dream on, Daniels! Fiscus is in his brainchild of a match! There’s no way he’ll lose!” Daniels: “I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we? And now our cameras show us CZW Owner Derek Damage’s VIP balcony. We’ve been promised an earth-shattering announcement at the conclusion of the event tonight, but now, it’s time for our opening contest…HELL…IN A CELL!!” The shot lingers on Derek for a bit longer as he watches over the arena from his luxurious balcony, regarding the arena and the ring itself with a cool demeanor.
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-=- THEIR FINAL CLASH IN A HELL IN THE CELL! -=-
***** We see a shot of the ring as ring crew is finishing the dual cages. Jessica Towers is already in the ring with a microphone. Jessica: “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to CZW Hatewave 2010! Our first Pay-Per-View match is a Hell in a Cell match! In this match there is a standard steel cage around the ring but another cage, with a roof, surrounds the inside cage! Falls will count anywhere as long as the participants are not outside the area of the outer cage. “First, let me introduce our special referee, someone who knows the details of this business and can call this match strictly down the middle. Recently fired but now rehired by General Manager Theresa Baines and returning to his booking duties...he is THE JANITOR Billy Williams!” From the back comes The Janitor, wearing his classic wrestling blue overalls and a push broom! He greets he crowd as he heads for the ring and joins Jessica within the confines of the twin cages. Jessica: “Our first competitor hails from Wichita, Kansas. He stands at 7' tall and weighs 475 lbs. He is The Colossus GARRETT WILLIAM!” Garrett steps out from the back and looks around at the jeering crowd in disdain. A chant begins where the audience shouts “Giant loser” followed by five claps, and Garrett scowls with irritation as he makes his way through the doors of both cages and into the ring. Jessica: “And his opponent hails from ‘a heavily wooded area near Cleveland, Ohio. He stands 6' 5" and weighs 320 lbs. Part of Next Generation, he is The Mountain Man JOSHUA NEWSOME!” Mountain Man, though not one of the truly popular wrestlers, nonetheless hears some cheering from the crowd. Jarred: “Now I want to bring everyone’s attention to the cages themselves. The inner cage is like an old style steel cage. No chain-link fence here, we have stiff steal bars. The outer cage does have the fencing for walls and ceiling The damage that can be done changes depending on where you are. The door to the outer cage will be locked, but the door to the inner cage is open so you can still go to ringside. That means our competitors can end up between cages during this match!” Masters: “Well, Jarred, this match is meant to put an end to the war that these two have waged over the past few months. I expect both of these men will be injured. And neither of these guys really seeks fan approval, although Mountain Man doesn’t just alienate the crowd either. My point is, this will be a fight. No scientific mastery, no high-flying daredevilry, just a good old fashioned brawl from two really huge individuals.” Jessica has left the ring and the door is being shut. The Janitor calls for the bell...and both men step to each other and begin throwing punches at each others’ heads! Right hand, left hand, right hand, left hand; both men club each other trying to get an early advantage! Finally, it is The Mountain Man that begins to push the bigger man back into the corner. Once there, Josh uses his long legs to step up to the middle rope, essentially mounting his opponent, and he begins to rain punches down on Garrett’s head and face as the crowd counts along. Crowd: “1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7!” Which is as far as Newsome gets as William places his big hands on Mountain Man’s chest and give a monstrous push, sending Josh flying halfway across the ring to crash hard down on the mat. The Colossus steps forward to follow up with a gigantic elbow drop, but Newsome rolls to the side and Garrett slams down hard on the mat! Both men begin to rise slowly. Jarred: “Mountain Man is marginally faster than Garrett and is on his feet first. He rushes in with a knee lift to the side of Garrett’s head and follows with two double-axe-handles right to his enemy’s back! Again, he drives Garrett into a corner and then Josh begins stomping the larger man in the midsection...five times in all...then he Irish Whips Garrett into the opposite corner! William slams into the turnbuckle and you can almost see the ring move. Josh follows in with a huge avalanche! He pulls Garrett to the center of the ring...he’s gonna whip Garrett into the side of the cage!” Masters: “But no! Garrett reaches out his huge hand and grabs the rope behind him, effectively stopping Josh’s attempt. Garrett hits Mountain Man with an elbow smash to the head...and then HE whips Mountain Man into the side of the cage! Newsome is in a lot of pain as Garrett is laughing! It is pretty funny! But Garrett is bounding off the ropes, going to clothesline Josh into the cage!” Jarred: “But now the Ohio Sasquatch moves and The Colossus runs headlong into the steel bars! Garrett is staggered and Newsome is taking a moment to collect himself...I can’t believe we are less than two minutes into this match and its been incredible!” Masters: “I told you it would be a brawl! Now Josh has had enough rest it looks like. He’s stalking up behind his opponent...two devastating arm smashes across Garrett’s shoulders! Newsome is grabbing William by the head...and now two head butts! DO SOMETHING, COLOSSUS!!!” Jarred: “Can’t you stay impartial for just one match, Masters?” Masters: “Sure, Jarred. Just not this one. KICK HIM IN THE BALLS, GARRETT!” Jarred, sighing: “All right then. Newsome is still in control of the match, now kicking behind Garrett’s left knee, trying to weaken the bigger man’s power base. A powerful man who can’t put weight on his legs and knees loses most of his leverage! Now Mountain Man is bounding off the ropes...clothesline! And again off the ropes for a second clothesline! The fans are really beginning to root for Joshua, maybe mostly because they want to see Garrett lose. Mountain Man off the ropes a third time...flying clothesline! And Garrett hits the mat again! This is truly incredible!” In the ring Newsome sees his gigantic foe lying on his back and Mountain Man grabs for the bigger man’s legs. He locks him in... Jarred: “He’s trying for a Texas Cloverleaf! Ha Ha! We are seeing some actual wrestling here.” Masters: “But he’s having trouble! You see, he can’t roll Garrett over and cinch it down, Garrett is just too big! Newsome is realizing this but recovers well with a leg drop across Garrett’s throat! But now that big fool is backing off, letting The Fiscus Family Member begin to get up. See? That is just a stupid thing to do!” Jarred: “But Mountain Man is now backing his way up to the second rope in the corner right behind Garrett. I think he has a plan. William is back on his feet...and Joshua hops onto his back! He’s locked in a sleeper hold! He wants to put the giant out cold!” Newsome is literally hanging on while Garrett give him an unwanted ‘piggy-back ride’. We can see that Garrett is struggling, his face beginning to turn red. He turns so that his back is facing the nearest cage wall...and then he stumbles back into the cage, slamming Newsome hard into the steel! Still the Mountain Man does not let go, so Garrett walks out to the middle of the ring, and crashes into the cage again! STILL, Joshua hangs on and Garrett is really looking bad. Garrett slowly tromps across the ring to the other side, then runs forward, turning at the last moment to slam Newsome into the same side of the cage a THIRD time! Finally Joshua lets go, and Garrett grabs him by the hair and runs him across the ring and over the top rope, right into the inner cage door. This door being unlocked, it swings open and Newsome crashes out of the inner ring, onto the ring steps, and down to the arena floor. Meanwhile, still in the ring, William is catching his breath, holding on to the ropes with both hands and inhaling deeply. Jarred: “You know, Masters, that same side of the cage has taken several huge shots! If I’m not mistaken, one of the connectors up in the upper corner on that one side is broken! That corner is no longer secure!” Masters: “You are imagining things, Jarred. These cages have been strengthened for this bout. They new the kinds of stresses these competitors put these cages through.” Now Garrett walks across the ring and heads out through the door, even as Newsome is starting to stand. Mercilessly, Garrett grabs Josh by the hair and slams him into the outer cage wall...then into the inner wall...then into the outer wall again! Back and forth, eight times! He picks him up...huge body slam to Mountain Man. And Garrett is going for a pin! The Janitor jumps down to the arena floor... ONE... TWO... NO! Mountain Man gets a shoulder up! Garrett gets to his feet and lifts him up. Jarred: “He’s going for a powerbomb. He’s got Newsome in position...” Masters: “Yes! Put him through the floor, Garrett!” Jarred: “But Josh is drooping his head down...he head butt’s Garrett in the balls! Garrett’s eyes are like dinner plates right now as Newsome backs up...knee lift to the gut! And with Garrett bent over, Newsome is grabbing Garrett by the head...DDT! Mountain Man just DDT’d Garrett William on the floor between the two cages! And Mountain Man for a pin!” ONE... TWO.... KICK OUT! Masters: “Garrett isn’t out of this yet. Mountain Man, though, to his credit, is keeping up his assault. He’s helping Garrett to his feet and taking a handful of hair...payback is brutal...and he rams Garrett head first right into the ring steps! AND GARRETT is busted open! He’s bleeding from his forehead.” Jarred: “And Mountain Man is now helping the bigger man back into the ring...a bit of a trick with a man that heavy...but Garrett flops into the ring and Joshua...he’s now picking up the ring stairs and tossing them into the ring! They nearly land on the head of The Colossus! Newsome is now in the ring and is stomping a mudhole into his opponent even as Garrett is trying to get back on his feet! And once up, Mountain Man drives him into the side of the cage again! The trickle of blood on Garrett’s head is beginning to flow a little faster, but Mountain Man doesn’t care. He slams Garrett’s head into the steel again! But Garrett turns his opponent into the cage...and lays in with three vicious knife-edge chops!” Masters: “Ha! This is my kind of match, Jarred! Garret has backed Josh into the cage. He steps back, and drives his elbow into his opponent’s face with Newsome’s head against the steel! And now I see some red on the back of Mountain Man’s head! YES!” Jarred: “Now what is Garrett doing? He’s setting up the ring steps and backing up across the ring. I think he’s gonna use the ring steps to come down on Mountain Man! Garrett charges but Mountain Man steps up onto the ring steps! Garrett steps up, Newsome crouches...I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! The Mountain Man backdrops Garrett from the top of the ring steps into the cage...AND THE CAGE WALL HAS SEPARATED FROM THE OTHER WALLS AND IS FALLING OUTWARD!” Masters: “The outer cage is still there, so now one of the walls of the inner cage is leaning outward against the other cage. Garrett is sitting on the leaning cage wall, Newsome looks like he can’t believe they broke the cage, and The Janitor is asking ringside personnel what he should do. And they are saying to let the match continue! Janitor shrugs as Newsome descends from the steps and begins to climb the turnbuckle! He is on top and goes for a splash I think...but Garrett moves and Josh splashes the leaning cage wall! This is just incredible!” Jarred: “But now what is Mountain Man doing? He’s...he’s climbing up that leaning cage wall, climbing up to the upper corner of the outer cage! He’s...he’s kicking the top corner of the cage...he’s breaking the links! He’s creating an opening!” Masters: “He’s quitting! He’s running away! Come on, Janitor! Count him out!” Jarred: “He’s not leaving the ring area, he’s climbing out on top of the cage! And now Garrett is following him! He quickly climbs to the opening and forces his way out...and look at his back! He has two long cuts down his back! He should have made the exit bigger before pushing his way out like that! Newsome is daring the bigger man to face him as both of these goliaths are standing, facing each other, at the top of the outer cage! And Garrett with an open-hand slap! Mountain Man with a backhand slap! Garrett with a knee lift to Josh’s gut! Mountain Man with a head butt! And...a Discus punch??? You don’t see these anymore! One punch, two punches. Newsome is spinning around and firing these shots! Three, four, five, and the fans are into this! Mountain Man shouts to the sky but Garrett steps back...a BIG BOOT drops Newsome!” Masters: “I don’t think he got him flush with that, but Garrett isn’t waiting to find out! He’s bringing Josh to his feet...Bear Hug! Garrett is crushing the life out of his opponent standing on the top of the cage! Ha ha ha! He’s really cranking it in and driving the air right out of Newsome’s lungs! Josh won’t last...what is he doing? Jarred: “Oh My Goodness! Joshua Newsome is biting Garrett on the nose! Garrett is shouting in pain and lets go of the Bear Hug! Josh is pumping himself up...I think he’s finally reaching that point in his anger that you never want him to reach! He’s grabbing Garrett...what is he...?” Masters: “He can’t! He’s not that strong! Not at the top of the cage!” Jarred: “TORTURE RACK!!!” Crowd: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!! Jarred, almost yelling: “Joshua Newsome has the 475 lb Garrett William on his shoulder and and, though he can’t lock it in fully, he still has the giant up and is bending the big mans back in a way it shouldn’t. The Janitor is climbing up to the upper cage, not expecting this development, but he is fast and in moments he is asking Garrett if he wants to give up!” Janitor: “What do you say, Garrett?” Garrett, shouting: “NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!” RIIIIIIIP! THUD!!! Jarred: “BAH GAWD! THE TOP OF THE CAGE JUST GAVE WAY! BOTH MEN JUST FELL TO THE RING BELOW!” Masters: “Neither man is moving! The Janitor is crawling back down through the original hole and down the leaning inner cage wall. He’s looking to see if anyone is moving. From here I can see a gash down Newsome’s arm and its beginning to bleed. The crowd is screaming at this point! They are so into this match right now! What a hot start to this show!” Jarred: “And The Mountain Man is moving first! He’s rolling over and beginning to stand up. He’s...he’s favoring his ribs and he’s limping a bit! He’s looking around as Garrett begins to stir. And Mountain Man is helping his opponent to his feet. What is he...?” Masters: “He’s going for the Fallen Timber!!! Can he do that in his condition? He’s trying to lift...first time no! He’s trying again...” Jarred: “And his leg buckles under the weight! Again, both men hit the mat again! At this point Garrett’s face is a mask of blood. This is getting too unreal! Garrett is the first on his feet and...he’s...he’s beginning to climb the cage wall? What is he doing?” Masters: “I don’t know, but Joshua is up now...and it going to follow him up the side of the cage! Now both men are climbing...they are side by side! Garrett grabs a handful of Mountain Man hair and slams Newsome’s head into the cage! Newsome responds by doing the same to Garrett! The Colossus slams Josh’s head down...Mountain Man nails Garrett again...Wait! Now this cage wall is giving way!” Jarred: “They are perched up there, not knowing what to do...and the cage wall falls inward! The bottom of the cage strikes the outer cage wall and stops the steel from falling, but both men drop to the mat below! But I think Josh hit the ring steps that are still in the ring! He has to be hurt from that!” Masters: “And Garrett is beginning to get up. He’s battered, but he helps the nearly unconscious Newsome to his feet. He’s going for a Military Press! Ha ha ha...huh?” Jarred: “He has Newsome up, but just doesn’t have the strength to lift him up over his head. He drops Newsome onto his shoulder and hits a running powerslam onto the leaning cage wall! And he’s calling for the pin! Janitor is momentarily unsure, but then goes to count!” ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Jarred: I can’t believe it! These two men tore the cages apart and Garrett just pinned The Mountain Man on the leaning side of the inner cage. I’ve never seen anything like this in my life!” Masters: “But that’s what Hatewave is all about, Jarred. I hope this will be an entire night of things we haven’t seen before! If the first Pay-Per-View match is like this, what can we expect from the title matches? The Main Event? This is going to be truly awesome tonight!” Jessica, at ringside not willing to enter the wreckage: “Your winner of Hell in a Cell...The Colossus Garrett WILLIAM!” ***** A security guard is sitting on a folding chair, holding a clipboard, and keeping on eye on the back entrance of the United Center. The guard’s head keeps snapping up like he’s fighting off sleep. Every few moments, random, loud voices can be heard through his walkie-talkie, keeping him awake. From out of the shadows, a man comes stumbling towards him. As the man gets closer, the security guard stands up.Security Guard: This entrance is for talent and VIPs only. You are at the wrong entrance, sir. Please go to the main entrance. The man doesn’t respond, just keeps walking toward the security guard. The guard begins to get nervous. His voice sounds distressed. Security Guard: Sir, you are at the wrong entrance. You need to turn around. Man: Calm down Barney Fife, I’m at the right place. I have a pass. The man walks up, and stick the pass right in the security guard’s face.. The guard rolls his eyes and rips the pass from the man’s hand. Security Guard: Name? Man: Logan Braddock…or it could be under Sledge. The security guard’s nose curls. Security Guard: God, you reek of whiskey and cigarettes. I hope to God you didn’t drive hear. Sledge: Don’t worry Mom, I’m broke. I rode the bus here. But thank you for your concern. The guard scans the list of names, up and down. He shakes his head. Security Guard: Sorry, Mr. Braddock, your name is not on the list. Sledge shakes his head and mumbles under his breath. Sledge: Buzz must have forgotten to switch the names. It was originally for his agent…our agent Tim McFarland. But he gave it to me instead. Security Guard: Sorry, if your name is not on the list, I can not let you in. Sledge: Just get Buzz, he’ll back up my story. Security Guard: Sorry Mr. Braddock, I have strict orders not to bother the wrestlers once they are in the locker rooms. Sledge: Come on! I just did not ride a filthy bus, reeking of piss and body odor, from Akron to Chicago, just to get turned away at the door. Security Guard: Sorry… Sledge cuts him off mid sentence. Sledge: I swear if you say sorry one more time, I’m going to beat a whole through your head. Security Guard: Calm down sir. Sledge takes a deep breath, inhaling through his nose, exhaling out his mouth. Sledge: Alright, fine. Is there anyone else we can talk to, to get this situation resolved? ‘Cause, I’m not going anywhere. The guard rolls his eyes. Security Guard: Let me page my boss, and see what he has to say. OK? Sledge: OK. The guard get up from his chair, takes a few steps away from Sledge, and turns his back to him. Sledge crosses his arms across his chest, tapping his foot impatiently. Security Guard (into walkie-talkie): Sir, we have a man at the back entrance. He has a pass, but... Sledge grabs the folding chair, folds it up and walks towards the un-expecting guard. Security Guard:…his name is not on the list. Just as the guard finishes his sentence, Sledge cracks him across the back, dropping the guard to his knees and knocking the wind out of him. Sledge drops the chair as he walks by the guard. Sledge: Damn rent-a-cops. Sledge disappears down the hallway.
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-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! -=-
***** Daniels: From the time Rob Wright cashed in his Money In The Bank Title match and won the CZW TV Title he promised the CZW fans that he would be a fighting champion…. Masters: Which he has with two outstanding title defenses under his belt…. Daniels: Yeah against Frank Finch and a straight from the announcer’s booth Shawn Waters. Masters: Hey two wins are two wins… Daniels: Yes, he has had two wins but tonight will be his toughest test to date, ever since Krimzon Blaze was named the number one contender these two have engaged in a game of one- upmanship. Each man has left the other knocked out cold but tonight this will be settled with the CZW TV Title on the line…. The camera cuts to a video package…….. OVERDRIVE JULY 26,2010…. Krimzon Blaze has Matt Covey measured and lifts him up in a fireman's carry but Covey thumbs the eyes. He slides down and now lifts Blaze up in a fireman's carry over by Rob Wright who tags in. Wright enters and drops Covey with flying dropkick but Blaze gets burned on it too getting knocked down. Waters: Rob Wright is a house of fire but he takes down his partner too. Masters: But it don’t look like he cares, he’s going for the win. Rob Wright springs to the turnbuckle and leaps off with a Wright Flight. He clears Matt Covey but instead lands onto Krimzon Blaze. Wright gets up and throws his partner out of the ring to the boos of the crowd. OVERDRIVE AUGUST 9, 2010….. 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!!!!!!" Daniels: Tonight here at Hatewave it will be settled…..lets head to the ring and the lovely Jessica Towers…… *DING DING DING* Jessica Towers: Our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the CZW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP… introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan…weighing in tonight at 175lbs…..please welcome ‘THE MOTOR CITY MEXICAN’ KRIMZON BLAZE!!!!!!!!!! The crowd jumps to their feet as ‘Headstrong’ by Trapt hits. Krimzon Blaze walks out onto the stage to a single white spotlight. Blaze walks out and crosses his arms in a X as the red pyro shoots off. He walks to the ring slapping hands with the ringside fans. Blaze climbs the ropes and once again crosses his arms in a X and jumps into the ring. Jessica Towers: And his opponent….from Springfield, Massachusetts…weighing in tonight at a fit 245lbs….. being accompanied to the ring my his manager JoJo McKenzie….HE IS THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING CZW TELEVISION CHAMPION….. HERE IS ‘THE REA; DEAL’ ROB WRIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ‘In The End’ by Linkin Park hits and the fans response is torn….some cheers but more boos as JoJo runs out blowing his whistle and wearing trademark black hat. He is jumping up and down and then drops to a knee and points as Rob Wright walks out with a huge smile on his face. The CZW TV Title is around his waist and he points to it and then to himself which draws some heat from the fans. Wright and JoJo walk towards the ring and JoJo is shouting out encouragement. JoJo runs up the steps and into the ring and Rob Wright stands on the apron and points to himself with his thumbs. Daniels: These fans are not taking Rob Wright’s antic very well and they are letting him hear it. Masters: They are just jealous of Mr. Rob Wright. Daniels: Jason Humel drew this match assignment and is asking for the belt but Rob isn’t done yet, he takes a step forward and points right at Krimzon Blaze and points his thumbs at his shoulders…. Rob Wright: THE REAL DEAL!!!!!! Masters: Yes he is!!! Daniels: Rob Wright finally hands over the TV Title and Jason Humel walks it over to Krimzon Blaze, Blaze takes a long look at the belt before Humel holds it high in the air and then hands it off to Jessica Towers and signals for the bell…. *DING DING DING* Masters: Krimzon Blaze better had enjoy being that close to the TV Title because that is the closest he’s ever going to get. Daniels: JoJo is ordered out of the ring and Rob Wright and Krimzon Blaze circle each other and Rob shoots and sweeps a leg….he quickly is up and tries to drop an elbow but Blaze rolls and Wright misses….Blaze summersault leg drop but nobodies home…Wright goes for a kick to the chest but Blaze goes flat and ducks…..Blaze sweeps the leg and Wright crashes down to the mat…both nip up and STALEMATE!!!!! Masters: JoJo is up on the apron and is shouting Rob Wright instructions… Daniels: The two being to circle again and Blaze shoots a kick in JoJo’s direction and he bails off the apron. They lock up and Blaze sends Wright shooting into the ropes, he rebounds and flattened Blaze with a shoulder block, Rob quickly tries to drop a knee but Blaze is too fast and rolls and sweeps Wright’s legs, Blaze nips up and goes for a standing swanton but Rob Wright rolls, but men get to there feet and go for a drop kick, there feet hit and both men pop up to one knee and stair at each other…STALEMATE!!!!!! Fans: CZW!!!!CZW!!!!!CZW!!!!!! Masters: Krimzon Blaze with a smile on his face as he gets up but Wright is pissed. Daniels: JoJo is yelling out to Rob but he walks right at Krimzon Blaze and slaps him across the face. Masters: You don’t show up the CZW TV Champion!!!! Daniels: Krimzon Blaze rubs his face as Rob Wright stands there and raises his arms and with his thumbs pointing down…. Rob Wright: THE REAL DE……. Daniels: But Blaze with 360 Spinning Heel Kick to the grille of Rob Wright that sends him falling back into the ropes…. Masters: CHEAP SHOT!!! Daniels: Krimzon Blaze bounces off the far ropes and comes running at Rob Wright and 718 TO THE FACE OF ROB WRIGHT!!!!! Masters: JoJo is going nuts outside the ring and is pulling the champion outside the ring… Daniels: Jason Humel is warning JoJo and Krimzon Blaze start to climb to the top rope…nobody is paying attention…Rob Wright is holding his jaw…..KRIMZON BLAZE LEAPS…….SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO WRIGHT AND JOJO!!!!!!! Fans: HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! Masters: It’s absolute carnage outside the ring!!!! Someone check on JoJo to make sure he didn’t swallow his whistle!!!! Daniels: That would be a damn shame now wouldn’t it. Masters: Do you really want me to answer that? Daniels: Krimzon Blaze is the first to his feet and he lifts Rob Wright up and rolls him back into the ring, he grabs the rope and summersault swanton onto the TV Champion!!!!! Masters: This doesn’t look good for Rob Wright. Daniels: Blaze goes for the cover!!!!!! . . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!!! Masters: NO!!!! Daniels: Blaze is jumping up, he thinks he’s the new champion but Jason Humel now sees Rob Wright got his foot on the bottom rope!!!! Masters: Someone better inform Blaze this match isn’t over. Daniels: Humel is trying to tell Krimzon what has happened and he can’t believe he was that close, Blaze storms over towards Wright but eats a kick to the face from his grounded opponent. Masters: Never count out the ‘Real Deal’!!! Daniels: Rob Wright jumps up and delivers a series of kicks to the legs and body of Krimzon Blaze and finishes off the combo with a spinning kick to the head. Masters: His legs should be declared lethal weapons. Daniels: Wright rips Blaze up and lifts him high into a suplex and BRINGS HIM DOWN INTO A BRAINBUSTER!!!!!!! Masters: Very high impact move by the champ…. Daniels: But he’s wasting time by talking to JoJo….Wright makes his way to the ropes and slowly climbs to the top rope, he stands there and looks out towards the crowd…. Rob Wright: THE!!!! REAL!!!!! DEAL!!!!!!! Daniels: Wright leaps off WRIGHT FLIGHT!!!!!!! BUT KRIMZON BLAZE BRINGS HIS KNEES UP AND WRIGHT’S RIBS MIGHT BE BROKEN!!!!!!!! Masters: JoJo jumps up onto the ring apron to check on his man. Daniels: Blaze is trying to clear his head gets to his feet and pulls Rob Wright to his feet, he sends him into the corner and comes running in with a knee to the chest and grabs him into a running bulldog… Masters: That knee lift isn’t going to make those ribs feel any better. Daniels: Blaze dives in for a cover….. . . . . . . . . 1 . . . . . . Daniels: But Rob Wright kicks up!!!! Masters: The champ is still alive. Daniels: Krimzon Blaze has to be wondering what he has to do to keep Rob Wright down… Blaze pulls Wrights up and hooks him around the neck…runs towards the turnbuckle and spinning DDT!!!!! Masters: Blaze going for the opening. Daniels: Blaze on the top rope getting ready to launch but JoJo grabs the top rope and Blaze falls off the rope and crotches himself on the top rope!!!! Masters: Jason Humel over to yell at JoJo… Daniels: but the damage is already done…and Rob Wight is up to his feet and up the ropes…..SUPERPLEX!!!!! Masters: But he grabs at those ribs…. Daniels: but Wright gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes and comes down hard across Blazes throat with a leg drop. He pops up and hit the rope again and jumps in the air and drives a knee into the sternum of Krimzon Blaze. Masters: Take away his ability to breath. Daniels: Wright jumps across Blaze…… . . . . . 1 . . . . 2 Daniels: but Blaze kicks out!!!!! Master: Rob Wright glares at the ref but rolls away from Blaze…. Daniels: He retreats to the corner and is waiting….waiting for Blaze to get to his feet….he motioning for him to get up…..SPEAR!!!!!! Masters: HE TOOK KRIMZON BLAZE OUT OF THIS BOOTS!!!! Daniels: But he’s not going for the cover…. Masters: This is personal, the champ wants to end this in dramatic fashion. Daniels: Rob springs up to the top rope….. Rob Wright: THE REAL DEAL!!!!!! Daniels: WRIGHT LEAPS AND HITS A PERFECT WRIGHT FLIGHT!!!!!!!! Masters: IT’S OVER!!!!! Daniels: No, he landed it but right on those injured ribs….Rob Wright is rolling around in pain holding those ribs while Blaze is out…. Masters: HE JUST HAS TO COVER HIM AND IT’S OVER!!! Daniels: Rob Wright is crawling in that direction…and he gets an arm over Krimzon Blaze…will this be enough…. . . . . 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . Daniels: BLAZE KICKS OUT!!!!! Masters: Rob Wright can’t believe it, what else does he have to hit this man with? Daniels: Wright pulls Blaze up and lifts him in a suplex but Blaze hammers him in the ribs and Blaze lands on his feet….Wright doubles over and Krimzon Blaze delivers a kicks to the legs and then to the head…. Masters: Rob Wright staggers…but fires a kick of his own at the legs and then a spinning heal kick to the midsection that sends Blaze staggering back…. Daniels: Rob Wright charges in but Blaze is ready and lifts him up on his shoulder…he’s going for the Kode of Silence…. Masters: but Wright is trying to fight out with elbows to the head…. Daniels: Blaze drops Wright who quickly goes for a head kick that Blaze ducks but eats the a right fist to the face. Masters: Wright grabs Blazes arm and pulls him into a short arm clothesline. Daniels: Rob Wright drags Blaze over close to the ropes…he yelling at JoJo to watch this… Masters: He has something big in store. Daniels: He’s wasting time here…. Masters: This is self promotion Daniels, the best do it…. Daniels: Well with all the talking it better be good, these fans are letting him hear it. Masters: JoJo points up in the ring at Rob Wright… Daniels: Rob Wright grabs the top rope and jumps into the air….. Split-Legged Moonsault attempt…BUT BLAZE WAS UP AND CAUGHT HIM IN MIDAIR AND SPINS HIM INTO THE KODE OF SILENCE!!!!!!! Masters: NO!!!!! Daniels: Blaze turns and a running base ball slide out of the ring and into the face of JoJo… Masters: That was uncalled for… Daniels: JoJo is out and Krimzon Blaze heads to the top rope….HOLY SHOT!!!!!!! Masters: This is not happening…. Daniels: Blaze covers…. . . . . . 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* Daniels: KRIMZON BLAZE HAS DONE IT!!!!! Jessica Towers: The winner…..AND NEW CZW TELEVISION CHAMPION……KRIMZON BLAZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: Blaze drops to his knees as Jason Humel hands him the TV Title…he looks down in disbelief …he’s done it here tonight at Hatewave!!!!!. -Krimzon Blaze walks over and climbs to the second rope and hold the title high as the crowd chants….- CZW Crowd: KRIMZON BLAZE!!!!KRIMZON BLAZE!!!!!!KRIMZON BLAZE!!!!!! ***** Mike King arrives to the United Center with his girlfriend Amber Wyndham. He is wheeling his suitcase in with him. The crowd boos him entirely. Daniels: There he is, the CZW Intercontinental Champion. Masters: Yes and the fans are idiots for hating on him, he's not the one looking to dumping the title in a firing barrel like his challenger tonight, Kimo Newton. King and Wyndham reaches the locker room and she kisses him on the cheek. Wyndham: Good luck tonight, be careful with Kimo tonight. That man has snapped of late. King: He has and I will knock him off the ladder. Wyndham: Alright, I'll be waiting after the match. King walks into the locker room. He put his suitcase on the bench and he opens it. He grabs his trunks and starts to take off his pants as Chris Tolwar busts into the room with a rage. Tolwar: You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch, GODDAMN IT!!!! Tolwar takes King's suitcase and dumps it on the ground. Tolwar: Where were you man? Why weren't you out there tonight? King: My flight was late getting in man. I got here as fast as I could. Tolwar: Well it wasn't fast enough, you missed the first few matches. Theresa will be pissed. King shoots Tolwar a look. King: You really think I give a shit about her? Listen Chris, I am here tonight to beat up that Hawaiian mother fucker who thinks he should be world champion when he can't even wrestle his jock-strap and win. After I beat him and show to him that he isn't as good as he thinks he is and he is not ready to reach that next level, I am done with him. I will prove to the world and him that he is all hype like "His Royal Airness" Michael Jordan and "The Big Hurt" Frank Thomas. The crowd boos that comment loudly. King: Jordan is like Lebron James, good players but you need a supporting cast and Frank Thomas, good hitter but the White Soxs are not a good team and always lose to my New York Yankees. The crowd continues to boo. King: Now as for you and your dark match, make a pay-per view for once and not on my coattails and I will arrive at the show sooner you jackass. Tolwar looks down at the floor. Tolwar: I'm sorry man, I'm sorry. King looks away and Tolwar tries to slug King but King ducks out and punches Tolwar in the gut before rolling Tolwar to the ground with a La Casita into an armbar. King torques the arm as Tolwar taps out with the other. King: You're the son of a bitch now Chris. You gave me an opening and I took it. This is why you don't make pay-per views you assclown. Go and do whatever you need to get to the next level and then we can talk. King lets go of the hold finally. King: Hit the bricks junior. Tolwar finally gets up and holds his arm in pain as he leaves. King looks to his dumped over suitcase and fishes through it and finds the mask with the King face paint design. Daniels: Is that what I think it is? Masters: It is, it is. Daniels: What is he gonna do with that? Masters: Who knows, I thought that side of him was dead. Daniels: If he isn't Kimo Newton has a death warrant by stepping in the ring with him tonight and his Intercontinental title hopes are up in smoke. King begins laughing manically as the scene ends.
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-=- CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP EXTREME SCAFFOLD MATCH! -=-
***** Daniels: We are joined here at the commentary desk by none other than the one and only Brian Blaze. Masters: I thought when Waters went back to the ring we would be free of idiots…. BB: I am sitting right here. Masters: I meant joined by such distinguished …. Daniels: Just quit while you’re behind. BB: Anyways, I thought I would come out for this match. I heard from a little bird that this would be something awesome to see. I mean they will be suspended 75 feet over the ring. Daniels: I am looking forward to this match. It will have to be a classic that will be replayed years from now and be called legendary. Masters: It could just suck too. Two men that do well enough to walk upright are on a freakin’ scaffold way in the air. Not just any scaffold, it has no legs. It hangs from the ceiling!! BB: Yeah I have some fond memories … Daniels: This is no time to remember your mother….. BB: That’s true, I don’t remember your mother. Daniels: She was NOT!! Masters: Say what? BB: Told you he did. Daniels: I did what? BB: He can’t even remember her. Masters: Let’s get to the ring. Jessica Towers is standing in the ring looking hot as usual as the crowd senses something big about to happen. Jessica: Ladies and Gentlemen. This match will take place high above the ring on the scaffold that is being lowered to the ring. The only way the match can end is for one man to literally be thrown off and onto the ring below. The ring below will be covered with tables stacked three high. Weapons will be placed on small ropes above the scaffold and will be lowered to the combatants and all are legal to use. The scaffold will also have one other attraction. It rotates. She fell silent as the crowd seemed stunned then erupted in cheers. Jessica: Introducing first at 6 foot 7 and 310 pounds, the Ultra Violent Champion, the man they call BUZZZZSAAWWWWWWWW!!! Dead bodies everywhere hits the arena and the crowd blows up. Buzzsaw bursts onto the stage with his kendo stick raised over his head. Slamming it down and the familiar crack inciting the crowd even more, he heads to the ring. He pauses and raises the kendo stick high over his head as the crowd applauds wildly. Slipping through the ropes, he pauses, the scaffold in front of him, he steps on it and is directed to the far end. Jessica: His opponent, standing 6 foot 1 inch and weighing 225 pds, the man known as the Bad Ass, MATTT COVVVEEEEYYYYY!!! Tapping into the Emotional Void" by Excel rips out of the sound system and the crowd explodes with heat as Covey comes to the stage, a cigarette in one hand and beer in the other. Pouring the beer in his mouth and over his face and to the floor, he tosses the longneck bottle into the crowd, strutting his bad ass self to the ring, he slowly climbs in and flips off Buzzsaw before getting on the scaffold on the farthest end from Buzzsaw. The ref and security stepping off and the scaffold being raised slowly 75 feet in the air. Masters: There is the winner of this one, Matt Covey is gonna kill Buzzsaw. Daniels: Its gonna be different. You won’t see any high flying moves out of these two. BB: Any moves they do will be high flying. Masters: Your mother was high flying, BB: Your parents have any kids that lived? Masters: I’m an only kid. Daniels: Geez … Buzzsaw and Covey are inching towards each other. Covey looked around and reached into a small box and pulled a whip from it. Unrolling it drew back and cracked it as Buzzsaw yelled out loud enough for the crowd to hear. The blood seeping through the shirt he had on. Masters: See what I was saying? No one can stand against Badass Matt Covey. Daniels: This is just beginning. Waters: What the hell is Buzzsaw doing? Daniels: Whatever he is doing, he better not fall. Have you looked at the ring? Tables stacked three high, sheets of glass on the tables and laying like a bridge between them and on top of that, there is barbwire stretched from all four corners to make an X and its wrapped around some of the tables. Masters: Yeah so? Daniels: So … Someone is going to be hurt bad when they hit that. Waters: Its all about being the biggest baddest toughest and meanest son of a bitch there is. It’s what CZW stands for. Buzzsaw grabbed a rope that held one end of the scaffold and swung around, his feet lashing out at Covey, Covey backed up and Buzzsaw landed on the scaffold and threw a sack at Covey, the sack bursting against Coveys arm. A powder exploding in a large cloud. Buzzsaw seizing the chance, tackled Covey. Unloading with lefts and rights, Coveys face quickly becoming a mass of welts and small cuts. Tiring of the beating, Buzzsaw flew backwards when Covey used the handle of the whip to his throat. Holding it like a precious jewel, Covey didn’t slow down. He landed on him and pressed the solid handle to his throat, Buzzsaw’s hand trapped between the handle and his throat. Rising on his feet, bent over him, Covey started dropping knees to the ribs of Buzzsaw. The crowd counting … 1 …… 2 ……. 3 …… 4 ……. 5 Buzzsaw finally able turn so that Covey delivered a knee to the metal platform. Pushing him off and gasping as he looked for something, to attack with. Not seeing anything, he tackled Covey, taking him down and slamming his head into the metal. Blood starting to show on as the two started rolling on the scaffold. Daniels: These two are trying to kill each other. BB: Thanks for that Mr. Obvious. Masters: See!!? I told you Buzzsaw would beat Covey down. BB: …… Meanwhile on the trapeze of terror, the two having broke apart, stood shakily on the slowly rotating metal slab of horror. Both men panting with the fight so far. Buzzsaw not to be idle when there is fighting to do, reaches off the side of the scaffold, pulling a small bucket up and smiling as he holds his favorite toy. The crowd cheering as they see him with the kendo stick. Not done yet, he reached in the bucket and grabbed a small can, squirting the contents on the stick. A sick smile crossing his face as he strikes a match and the kendo stick becomes a demented samurai sword of flame. Daniels: Buzzsaw looking to make Covey an inverted shish kabob. Masters: A what? You make no sense. BB: Instead of meat on a stick, Buzzsaw is gonna put the stick to the meat. Daniels: So he is going to bar-b-q? BB: No. He is going to flambé him. What the hell do you think? You moron. Daniels: Hey I’m not slow, I just don’t get things fast. Masters: You can say that again. Daniels: What? Covey looked down the catwalk with Buzzsaw charging at him, started scrambling for anything. Buzzsaw connected across his back once, then twice, then a third time. Covey falling on the edge of the scaffold, his shirt smoldering where the flames tore through it. Seeing his chance, Buzz started pushing at Covey. Trying to shove him off the metal planking. Covey locking his feet off one side as His head dangled off the other. Masters: COME ON COVEY!!! Daniels: Thought you were for Buzzsaw. Masters: I was till he cheated. BB: You are still a moron. Daniels: Yeah that’s what she said. Covey struggled to hang on, reaching for a bucket, he didn’t look inside it. Instead he grabbed the handle and rolled, swinging it like a purse. A purse full of bricks. Buzzsaw stumbled back, dropping to one knee. Covey getting to his feet looked in the bucket and brought out one thing. A small fire extinguisher. Pulling the pin, he started spraying as Buzzsaw started swinging. Daniels: Not a smart move. That can put the flame out, but it won’t stop wood. BB: Maybe so, but never count out Covey. True to the word, Covey used the small canister to block the blows. Each one making him back towards the edge, his heel touching air. In desperation, he threw the canister at Buzz, following behind it. Hitting Buzz with a hard shoulder, He fell off to the side and Buzz fell off the edge, his only saving grace was that he jammed the stick into a small opening in the scaffold. The crowd going insane with the action. Covey quickly rolling over and to his knees, used the canister to beat at the stick, Buzz trying to swing his leg over the edge of the scaffold. Covey pounded harder as Buzzsaw did the desperate thing. He grabbed Covey’s leg, nearly pulling him off the edge. Covey holding on for dear life, allowed Buzz to use him as a makeshift ladder. Both men lying prone on the platform. Daniels: Nearly the end for both men. That’s a long drop, I don’t care who you are. BB: If either man falls, it’s the end of their career. Masters: Are you kidding? Think of all the women they can get if they survive. BB: Unlike you, I am sure neither man would want to be the one in a sixty one. Masters: Sixty one? BB: Yeah, that’s like a 69 with a paraplegic. Daniels: (Groans softly) Buzz slowly rolls over and starts to get to all fours as Covey coughs and seems to spasm with legs kicking. Over them a bag slowly is lowered to the platform. Both men, moving to a position to notice, go for it at the same time. Right from Covey, left from Buzz, left from Covey, right from Buzz., back and forth. Each man reeling from the blows. Buzz finally grabbing the bag and reaching inside. He pulls out two crowbars. A sick grin on his face, he holds one in each hand and then as if he wants this to go bad fast, tosses one to Covey and the empty bag flies to the ring below. Both slowly stand and look at each other, no trust at all, Buzz draws back and swings for the fences as Covey jumps back. A smile on his face. Daniels: As they say in other places. Business is about to pick up. BB: You had to go there? Seriously? Masters: Now he knows how it feels to go where someone else has been. BB: Your sex change women don’t count. Daniels: I don’t know about anyone else, but I think this match is not going to end well. These men don’t care and it’s only going downhill from there. Covey lunges at Buzz with the crowbar, each man dancing away from the other. The scaffold bouncing with their lunges as each try to make a metal and flesh shish kabob. Buzz reels back and swings at Covey, the crowbars literally sparking as the crack is heard over the roar of the crowd. Both men looking surprised. Swings, counter’s and sparks back and forth. The two musketeers of destruction slamming the crowbars back and forth. Both tiring. Buzz with an overhead attack, Covey with the dodge and his foot stepping on the hands of Buzz before he can get the crowbar loose from the scaffold. I quick thrust of the rounded end into the jaw of Buzzsaw and he falls back. Covey with his own overhead slam of the crowbar just missing as Buzz rolls to his side. Quickly with a kick to the groin and both men are down and with the shaking of the scaffold, the crowbars fall to the floor below. The crowd exploding with the effort these two have given already. Masters: Why are they stopping this was getting good. BB: You ever done anything like they are doing right now? Masters: Well …. BB: Then shut the hell up before I lock you in a room with Jenna Cyde. Masters: Again? I mean …. Daniels: We know what you mean. What is Covey doing now? On cue a small cooler is lowered to the scaffold next to Covey. Buzzsaw slowly getting to his feet, sweat and blood making his face look like a mask from some odd Halloween movie, looks at the cooler then at Covey. Covey throws it open and reaches inside, pulling out two long necks and waves Buzz over. Tossing him a beer, Covey pops the top on his and waits as Buzz does and they clink them together and turn them up as the crowd roars even louder. Daniels: Just when you think …. BB: Yeah … yeah. We know. Something frickin new. Get over it. I think that was a class move. Share a beer in the middle of a match with the man you are trying to beat to death. Now that’s Covey class right there. Masters: All they need is a joint and they are set. Daniels: You want them to get arrested? BB: They would enjoy it. Both downed the beer, tossing the empty bottles off and Buzz this time reaching in the cooler and pulling out two more. Once more the tops fly, the clink of combatants is done and they down the liquid fuel inside the bottles. Covey lets out a patentened bellow of a belch. Buzz grins holds his upside down to show its empty and grips the neck and backhands Covey across the forehead with it. The bottle shattering as Covey falls back on the scaffold. Buzz picks up the cooler and starts slamming it down on the stomach of Covey. BB: Beer breaks over. Wars back on. Masters: The party is really started. BB: You party by getting slammed with a cooler? The handle breaking on the cooler, Buzz casually tosses it over his shoulder to the floor below. Fans reaching for it as a souvenir. A bag is lowered down and Buzz grabs at is as Covey rolls over and reaches it first. Ripping the bag open, Covey looks confused for a moment before he brings out a silver metal yo-yo. Running his fingers over the edge he pulled his hand back with small cuts on his fingers. The edge was sharp and ready to eat flesh. Slipping his finger in the loop of string, he threw it out at Buzz, hitting his leg and watching the small trickle of blood start. Not letting it rewind, he starts swinging it like a madman hitting the body of Buzz, cutting him repeatedly. Small rivulets of blood running over his body and staining his remaining undamaged clothes red with it. Daniels: Now I have seen everything. A sharp edged Yo Yo? BB: And they said nerd days were over. Masters: I had a yo yo, I called in Spinny. BB: I stand corrected. Buzzsaw was trying to keep from becoming a modern version of the meat in a vegomatic as the next container was lowered to the scaffold. Not caring what it was, he reached inside and pulled out something that made even him smile in sadistic glee. He turned to Covey and charged at him with a small CO2 powered belt sander. BB: I told ya I heard this was going to be unbelievable. Masters: Yeah I hear that in bed. BB: Yeah but you telling your hand that doesn’t count. Daniels: A belt sander? What next? They gonna pull Tim Taylor out and use him, we’ll let him try to fix something? Buzzsaw rams into Covey and plants the sander against his leg and cuts loose. His screams louder than ever as he wraps the string of the yo yo around the arm of Buzz and starts trying to slice his arm off with the edge of the yo yo. Both men separating and checking the wounds. Not one to stop, they lunge at each other again. This time Buzz avoided the yo yo and tried to sand Coveys nuts off. Missing slightly to the right and catching inner thigh. Covey clamped his legs closed on the sander and drove the point of his elbow into the back of Buzz, making him drop to the scaffold and losing the sander. Covey still howling in pain and some perverse second nature, grabs the sander and pounces on Buzz and starts sanding his ass. Daniels: Why is it every time I think I have seen it all ….. Masters: That’s Buzzsaw’s bare ass? Covey is giving the crowd a moon that aint his. BB: I think someone not named BB or Daniels is getting a woody. Masters: I am not!! The material rips and the black boxer briefs are shredded as the sander hits bare ass and starts turning it beet red. The damage would be worse but the sander ran out of CO2 and died. Not stopping Covey, he tries to continue on using elbow grease. Buzz, twisting and turning trying to protect his ass, manages to get an arm around Covey to get, yes as odd as it seems, a nipple twist to make him get off and stop buff sanding his ass. Daniels: This is going way over the limit. How much more punishment can either of these men take? BB: Judging the way Buzzsaw’s acting, Covey is about to find out. Buzz stood and slowly walked towards Covey. Covey not looking is taken by a surprise as Buzz grabs him and quickly locks his legs around his arms and pulls back so the chest of Covey is wide open. Raising what he found in the bag, he pauses and then presses it to Coveys chest pressing the trigger. Masters: HE HAS A DAMN STAPLE GUN!!! BB: Stop yelling you twit. Daniels: This is …. Is …. Damn I don’t know what to say. Covey screamed in pain as Buzz tore his shirt open and began to give him nipple piercings. With the occasional random shot to the stomach and arm and wherever he could shoot him with the staples. Empting the gun, Buzz lets him go and starts pushing him towards the edge of the scaffold, Covey nearly falls before catching the edge and holding on for dear life. Buzz shoved harder as Covey held on tighter. Kneeling down, Buzz shoves as Covey swings off the edge, the crowd going crazy with the anticipation. Daniels: Here it is, Covey is about to fall. BB: Fall … fall … fall … fall … The crowd starts chanting along with BB. As Covey struggles to hold on. FALL!!! (clap clap) FALL!! (clap clap) FALL!! (clap clap) FALL!!! (clap clap) FALL!!! In desperation Covey reaches up and grabs Buzz by the arm pulling hard, Buss catching the edge and both hanging on for dear life, looking down then at each other than back at the safety of the scaffold. Both slowly pulling back up onto it and falling on their backs to catch their breaths. The pace not slowly, the next bags come down on either side of them. Each reaching over and opening the bags and taking out what was in them. Daniels: That was too close. I thought the match was over right there. Daniels: I didn’t. I knew they would pull back up. BB: More like you wear pull ups. Buzz pulled up to a sitting position and looked at the bag and then up to the ceiling with a ‘like you got to be kidding’ look. He didn’t pause to use what he had as he smashed eggs into the face of Covey. Not regular eggs, rotten eggs. The stench not taking long to reach the crowd below. Daniels: That just reeks. BB: Worse than Masters women do. Masters: My women don’t smell that bad. Covey spit and sputtered as Buzz started laughing at his apparent discomfort. Grabbing the empty staple gun, he blasted him in the side of the head. Covey rolling around on the metal plank with his feet hanging off one side and his head off the other. Getting to his feet, he started kicking him in the ribs, with the aim of kicking him right off the scaffold. Covey held on and rolled over and then shot back towards his planted foot and brought down the hammer he had found in his bag. The pain making Buzz jump back and fall on his bare ass. The perforated edges of the metal that keeps feet from slipping surely biting in. Using the momentary distraction, Covey pounced quickly and drove a nail through the toe of Buzz’s shoe effectively nailing him to the metal stage. Screaming in pain, Buzz rolls around and tries to pull his foot free. Covey using the time to rest as he knows he cant push his opponent off with him nailed to the scaffold. BB: I TOLD YOU I HEARD THIS WAS GOING TO BE OVER THE TOP!!! Daniels: Stop yelling. You have Masters disease? Masters: I don’t have any diseases. The doctor said so. BB: Sorry, but this match is making me wild with the scope of it. Daniels: Someone here needs some scope. Masters: That’s rotten eggs. Grinning with the look of a maniac, Covey pulls Buzz’s foot up, eventually pulling the nail free from the scaffold but not from his foot, he hits the nail and watches as Buzz screams. Taking the opportunity, he shoves trying to get him off the scaffold. Instead Buzz wraps around his leg and uses his injured foot to *ahem* nail Covey in the balls. Covey dropping to the scaffold and holding his nads as Buzz scoots back away from him and while lying on his back pulls the nail out of his foot. Covey looking for an opening, slowly slides up to his knees still holding his nuts as Buzz slowly gets up, limping badly on the hurt foot. Right on cue, two lines come down and the bag is longer and more cylindrical. Each man putting the pain aside and reaching into the bag. Daniels: This isn’t good. Masters: What did you expect? They would get together and bake a freakin cake? This is UV to the Max. BB: Wow you actually said something worth hearing. This must be Hatewave for sure. Even you are raising your game. Letting the bag fall, each man look to what they have then to each other and both smile like they just got their first look at boobs. Charging at each other like a cripple in a foot race, each one draws back and disappears in a cloud of exploding glass. Daniels: Watch out below, that’s fluorescent tubes exploding. BB: That has to hurt, if not from the glass, then from the gas. Both men continue, glass exploding constantly as they hammer each other with several tubes. Running out of them, the back away and assess the damage. Small cuts and maybe a few fragments still left. But the crowd was treated to a hell of a shower of glass and were roaring in delight. A mass thud hit the scaffold as several bags fell at once. Each man scrambling to grab what they could. Buzz looking like a kid on Christmas day, Covey looking like the first time he had a threesome with real women. Buzz saw attacked first, he threw a cactus that nailed covey in the lower back. The spines sticking in his flesh and his throat letting out a roar. Showing the moxxi that makes him the badass he is, he turned and retaliated with a handful of tacks and broken glass that hits Buzzsaw straight in the chest. Each man trying to recover never stop, Buzz pulls a broom handle from a bag and catches Covey bent over. Breaking it across his back. The groan of pain loud as he slumped to the metal. Using the broken end, Buzz rakes it down Coveys back tearing the last of his already burnt shirt to shreds. The scratches bringing blood out and running. Daniels: This can’t last much longer these two have pounded on each other relentlessly. Masters: These two have the stamina of bull elephants. Of course this can go on. It has to. Neither man wants to lose. BB: Damn I must be in the twilight zone. Masters said something smart again. Buzz reaches in the last bag, his face lighting up like someone shoved a spotlight up his ass, he pulls out a hand full of barbwire. Two pieces, one in each hand. Tossing one to Covey, Buzz starts wrapping it around his arm and doesn’t care if Covey is ready or not. He nails him with a forearm that simple tears hell out of his chest. Blood pouring like rain out of his chest. Covey stumbles back and nearly falls of the edge of the platform. Buzz laughing and looking as the blood drips off his now punctured arm, Covey stands slowly and looks at Buzz who is waiting for him and then at the barbwire. Wrapping it around his fist, he slowly walks to Buzz and smiles as he throws a punch to Buzz’s stomach. Buzz yells in pain but doesn’t back away. He is in what would best be described as a euphoria that mental patients get when totally out of it. Covey throws another and once more Buzz takes it and flexes like a maniac, the blood pouring from the deep cuts and punctures. Covey seeming not to bother with the pain or the blood that is literally dripping off his hand. Covey standing at the ready, he braces for what he knows is coming next. And he gets it as Buzz draws back and instead of the stomach or chest, pounds a massive forearm shot to the thigh of Covey, that dropped him to one knee. In desperation or just to be one up on Buzz, Covey fires a fist into the knee of Buzz causing the bigger man to stumble back and down. One last bag falls and Covey is able to grab it while Buzz holds his knee and slowly starts trying to get up. Both men worn down and euphoric in their being tired and running on adrenaline. Covey stands holding an axe handle. He looks at it like he was about to go to bat in a baseball game. Stepping closer as Buzz gets to his feet, he lets him see what he has as he pulls back and blasts Buzz across the chest. Staggering him, Covey reaches over long enough to raise him up for another shot that is about to end the reign of the champ. With Buzz teetering on the edge of the scaffold. Covey pulls back and smiles as he is about to put the champ away. Daniels: Here it is. We are going to have a winner and it looks like a new UV Champ. Masters: I told you Covey would win this. BB: I don’t think so, look up. As Blaze said that a figure slides down near the scaffold cable. Landing on the scaffold, its none other than Morgan Mayhem!!! Daniels: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING???!!!! BB: (laughing hysterically) She is gonna save her man. Besides her name is Mayhem what did you expect? Her to sit drinking tea and watching this? Masters: Maybe they will have a threesome, first one to go limp loses. Daniels: YOU REALLY ARE AN ASSHOLE!! BB: Ouch, this is not good. I mean two men and a woman in the air? New kinda mile high club? Attacking Covey with her hands, he shrugs her off and throws her across the scaffold towards Buzz.. He grabbed her, planted a kiss on her shocked face and literally throws her back at Covey. Watching her and not Buzz, he runs and nails her across the back of the head with a massive lariat, the impact causing both to fall off the edge of the scaffold. The impact was ear shattering as they hit the tables. Wood splintering, glass flying and the barb wire biting into them as they hit the ring with hard force. The crowd stunned with the impact. All is silent as Buzz stands looking down and raising his arm in victory. He didn’t see what was behind him. Someone had followed Morgan down the scaffold cables. The scaffold was lowering as Buzz was blasted from behind by none other than Jakob Mayhem!!! Buzzsaw hit the rest of the tables and wood and glass debris were scattered all over as all three people lay in the mess that was in the ring.The emt’s hitting the ring as the noise settles. The crowd is eerily silent and seeming to wake from a trance, CZW!!! CZW!! CZW!!!! CZW!!! CZW!!! CZW!!!! Daniels: Buzz saw retains the UV Title and dear god, I think we have seen three people killed here tonight. I have never in my career seen anything so heinous as what just occurred. Jakob Mayhem, is just heartless and beyond any words I can think of. He literally threw Buzz off the scaffold and to the ring below. I don’t see how anyone can survive this. BB: I heard earlier that the Mayhems were here. They were hiding and when I heard that, I had no doubt that Jakob Mayhem would make an impact somehow. Buzzsaw was worse, he kissed her and used her as a distraction to win the match. Even still this is just … unreal and totally over the top. Masters: I … I am just speechless. The emts dig Covey and Buzzsaw and Morgan out slowly. First Buzz is revealed, he isn’t moving, out cold. Covey, he too not moving. Morgan laying like she was an angel with clipped wings that hit the world hard. The crowd chanting stopped as few crying women, men with somber faces and others hiding their kid’s eyes. Slowly they bring them out of the rubble. As they are placed on stretchers, both men stir slightly. Morgan still as concrete. The crowd roaring with the sight of it. Each man getting a standing ovation as they are wheeled to the back on stretchers. Daniels: Thank heavens, at least some sign of movement means they aren’t dead. How bad they are hurt isn’t clear. BB: I think we have another problem. The scaffold is down and Jakob Mayhem has a microphone. The crowd became loud and the heat on one man was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jakob: For weeks this war has been going on. I am tired of it all. Covey cost me a chance to win the UV Title and prove once more that Buzzsaw wasn’t the great hero everyone thinks he is. I just wanted to beat him down one last time. BUT HE ROBBED ME OF THAT!! Then, there is Buzzsaw. He can’t stand the fact that his manager signed us. I even tried to cover his back like stable mates should do and all I got was beat on for it. Well, tonight I made the world stand up and take notice one more time. I am the badass, I am the rightful heir to the UV Title. Not either of these two idiots. So I’m throwing out a challenge, Baines I know your backstage and watching all this. So when those two wannabe’s wake up and if the are ever able to get in the ring again tell them that I challenge them to one more match. A match to settle this for good. I little match I call death on two feet. It is a cage match with weapons all over the place. But that isn’t the best part, there is only one way to win. Last man standing. That’s right, a cage with weapons and the only way to win is by being the last one standing. Accept and be the men you think you are. Refuse and it proves I am the biggest badass and rightful UV Champ. Your call boys. He threw the mic down and made his way out of the debris and up the aisle way. He was showered with trash and anything the fans could throw. ***** “RYAN LEWIS GET YOUR LAME ASS OVER HERE!!!” The camera spun around with slightly vertigo intent and the threesome of Sam Attic, Alan Fiscus and Garrett Willam walks slowly towards a now worried Ryan Lewis. He hadn’t been yelled for like that since his mother caught with her bra in the bathroom. “S..s..s..Sam Attic. What can I do for yo….” The look on Sam’s face said it all. “YOU CANT DO ANYTHING FOR ME!! I NEED THAT CAMERA AND MIC!!!” He shoved Lewis back out of the way and motioned for the camera to zoom in on his face. “This is short and sweet. EL PABLO!! Listen up you overdressed drag queen. I am the X Division Champ. Obvious right? Since you had to make the count to give it to me. And I gave you something Mister Grand Slam. I gave you a wake up call that you may have been first to pack this strap. BUT Iam the best that will ever hold it. My last name is Fiscus. Your last name is loser. Get that you jumping bean? I will walk into that ring and when all is said and done I will walk out with this strap. Like it or not, you have no say in it. Its just a matter of time before you learn what all the others before you and after you will or have. I AM THE BEST THERE IS!!!” Not waiting for any comments from Ryan, Sam turned and smiled at his family and trio headed off to where many women would like to be, their dressing room.
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-=- 2010 MONEY IN THE BANK LADDER MATCH! -=-
***** 'In January 2008 we witnessed the very first Money in the Bank ladder match...Evil Intentions was correct! In a bloody and entertaining match, containing such wrestlers as current CZW commentator Shawn Waters and former CZW wrestler Impaler, ‘Irish’ Ian Chadwick emerged from the carnage as the very first holder of the Money in the Bank! He kept hold of the precious briefcase for a long time, finally cashing it in on X title holder El Pablo...he was unsuccessful however... In April 2008, only four months after the first of these matches, Money in the Bank two was held, with a much more star-studded cast, including former World champion Maynard O’Toole, former X title holders Krimzon Blaze and Mike Monroe and the current TV champion Rob Wright. This time, Ronnie McNeil showed the most passion and desire, securing himself a title shot anytime he chose! He didn’t wait as long as Ian and booked himself a chance at the World title! But again...the Money in the Bank use was futile! Jump forward another four months...August 2008...the first annual Hatewave event. The third Money in the Bank, aswell as being the biggest ever, led to the first successful cash-in! While such names as Krimzon Blaze, Mike Monroe and Rob Wright returned to join newcomers Brian Kirkland, Tim Timmons and Mike King, it was ‘The Living Legend’ Big Nasty who captured the briefcase! He challenged for the Intercontinental title, defeating Upstarts member Mack Beaudin in a steel cage match! Big Nasty’s cash-in remained the most memorable for more than a year! At the Beginning of the End, Alan Fiscus earned the title of Mr. Money in the Bank, defeating repeat competitors Krimzon Blaze and Tim Timmons as well as Brian Blaze and JA Sawyer. After waiting eleven months, he finally used his title shot against Cage Stryker, capturing his first CZW World title and becoming the most successful MitB cash-in! At the second Hatewave, Money in the Bank was announced to be an annual event only! Rob Wright took the biggest leap of his career when he won Money in the Bank 4! In the smallest Money in the Bank match, Rob Wright proved that he was the next upcoming star in CZW! Rob also decided to wait to use his MitB contract, cashing it in against Mike Monroe at Summer Showdown, becoming the Television champion! Since then, he has been a fighting champion even defeating two men in a row! Waylon Krew...Tim Timmons...Big Nasty...Edward Croft...Shawn Waters...Cage Stryker...Jack Abraham...Eddie Rowan! One of these eight men will walk out of Chicago with the Money in the Bank contract! Will the prior experience of Big Nasty, Tim Timmons or Shawn Waters prove to be success? Will the high speed styles of Eddie Rowan and Cage Stryker be an advantage? Or will fighting against the unknown tactics of Edward Croft, Waylon Krew or Jack Abraham hinder the other 5 men. Eight men enter...seven losers leave...while one holds the sought after briefcase which gives the holder complete control over CZW. MONEY IN THE BANK!!’ The camera cuts back to the arena. On the stage, four ladders are set up. Another 8 surround the ring. Daniels: Alright everyone...HERE WE GO!!! It’s Money in the Bank time! Masters: There will be no shortage of ladder tonight...I can count 12 at the moment! Who knows how many more are under the ring! Daniels: That’s true! I see lots of high-flying in this match. Masters: Don’t forget Nasty and his pure power! Daniels: Indeed! Here comes the first competitor... Towers: This is the CZW Money in the Bank match! Introducing first...from South Beach, Florida...BIIIIIIIIIG NAAAAAASTY!!! ‘Battery’ by Metallica hits. Big Nasty walks to the ring, looking confident. Masters: Big Nasty has really made the wrong enemies since his return! Daniels: Look at the man, Bill...I don’t think there can be a wrong enemy for Nasty. He’s a giant...and a huge threat in this match! ‘Wanted Man’ by Rev Theory hits. Tim Timmons walks out onto the stage, eyeing off the briefcase. Towers: From Toronto, Canada...TIIIIM TIMMONS!!! Daniels: This is Tim’s third Money in the Bank match...can he finally score a victory? Masters: There are seven other wrestlers in the ring...it won’t be an easy task... ‘Fuck the System’ by System of a Down plays. Waylon Krew walks onto the stage, pushing a shopping cart full of weapons! Towers: From Washington DC...WAAAAAAYLON KREEEEEEEW!!! Masters: YES! Daniels: Are you actually cheering for the use of weapons? Masters: It’s a ladder match, Daniels...a ladder is a weapon...a heavy weapon. You can’t blame someone for using some smaller weapons to do additional damage! ‘Son of a Bitch’ by Kyuss hits. Jack Abraham walks out for his on-screen debut, grinning and nodding at Waylon. Towers: From Slidell, Louisiana...JACK ABRAHAAAAAM!!! Daniels: Looks like Abraham approves of the weapons aswell! Masters: These guys know exactly want me and the fans want... Daniels: This is our first chance to see Jack Abraham in action...will he impress us all and win? Waters: Not with me in the match... Daniels and Masters jump in shock and glance across, where Shawn Waters is sitting at the commentary booth. Masters: Bloody hell Waters...where did you come from? Waters: Through the crowd...I missed you guys...I tried picking a verbal fight with some of the guys in the back and they just accepted everything I threw at them...damn monkeys! Daniels: Well, uh...it’s nice to see you again...but shouldn’t you be focused on the match? Waters: It hasn’t started yet...sounds like you don’t want me here... Masters: Finally! He gets it! Waters: Shut it, Bill...nobody cares what you have to say... ‘Our Revolution’ by Halifax hits. Daniels: That’s your cue Shawn... Towers: From Sydney, Australia...SHAWN WAAAATERS!!! Shawn stands up and waves to the cheering fans, before sitting down again. Waters: I’ll be there in a sec. So guys...how’ve you enjoyed the show without me? Daniels: Please come back Shawn...I need someone to put Masters in his place. Masters: What? Jarred...I thought you and I had a good thing going! You saying we aren’t buddies...hombres...amigos... Waters: Oh ok then...sounds like you are fine Daniels...I better go...I might be back... Shawn finally enters the ring as ‘Rock Bottom’ by Eminem hits. Edward Croft walks out onto the stage, looking focused. Towers: From The Bronx...EDWARD CROOOFT!!! Daniels: *sigh* Back on track now... Masters: I’m liking Croft...first he won the Bad Ass invitational...now...he’s my pick for winning MitB! Daniels: Really? I thought you were eating out of Nasty’s ass today... Masters: I was at first bu...I mean! Daniels starts cracking up as Masters goes bright red with anger. Shawn gives Daniels a thumbs up. Masters: Damn Aussie... ‘Slip Slide Melting’ by For Love Not Lisa plays. Eddie Rowan walks out, full of energy! Towers: From Seattle, Washington...EDDDDDDIEE ROOOOWAN!!! Daniels: Bouche... Masters: Poor Eddie...he’s going to have to put up with twice the failure tonight...firstly when Croft wins the MitB...secondly when Youthful Aggression destroy Beautiful Agony! Daniels: Actually...Eddie actually listed as one of three favourites for this match on CZWbet.com. Nasty is first with Stryker a close second at $6 and $6.50...then Eddie has odds of $8! Masters: What? Since when have we had a betting site? Daniels: Since like two days ago... Masters: Well...let me guess...Shawn Waters has the lowest odds! Daniels: Actually...he is fifth at $10...equal with Edward Croft and just ahead of Tim Timmons. Masters: Why are you even on that site? Daniels: ...I have a problem, okay... ‘The Pretender’ by Foo Fighters hits. Cage Stryker walks out to a deafening cheer. Towers: And the last competitor...from Hollywood, California...CAAAAAAGE STRYKEEEEEERRR!!! Daniels: He’s back... Masters: Whoop-de-doo... Daniels: The fans seem so excited for his return...and darn it...so am I! Cage is my pick for this match! Masters: How much did you put on him... Daniels: ...$100... Masters: Idiot... Stryker enters the ring and stands next to Waters. All 8 men eye each other off. The ring splits into to two teams...Shawn Waters, Cage Stryker, Eddie Rowan and Waylon Krew on one side, Tim Timmons, Edward Croft, Big Nasty and Jack Abraham on the other. The referee signals for the start of the match. Tim Timmons darts to the outside as the other seven men begin striking at each other, Stryker and Waters double-teaming Nasty. Tim grabs a ladder and begin to bring it to the ring. Stryker notices however and leaps of the top rope, crashing right into Tim and the ladder! Daniels: HE IS BACK!!! Masters: You said that already you twit! In the ring, Rowan has taken control of Abraham and tosses him to the outside...only to be met with a superkick from Waters. Shawn smiles and turns around...into a crossbody from Croft! Croft begins laying into Waters with lefts and rights, before standing up! He ducks a Krew clothesline and nails a leg lariat. He glances across the ring and notices that Nasty is getting back to his feet. Croft rolls to the outside and grabs a ladder. He slides in the ring and sets it up. Croft then starts shouting to Nasty, before pointing at the ladder... Daniels: Is...is he asking Big Nasty to hold the ladder for him? Masters: I think so...they are partners...so I guess Croft thinks Nasty is going to help him... Nasty smiles and nods. Croft starts climbing the ladder as Nasty walks over and takes hold of the ladder. Krew runs at Nasty with a kendo stick. Nasty ducks the swing however. Krew ends up nailing Croft in the back of the knees! Nasty then follows up by grabbing Krew by the head and slamming him into the side of the ladder! Masters: Croft is off-balance...he’s gone! Croft falls off the ladder, hitting the mat hard. He glances at Nasty, who shrugs. Nasty turns around to climb the ladder. Stryker rushes back into the ring with a ladder. He slides it through two rungs and pushes it, driving the end of the ladder into the ribs of Nasty! Eddie Rowan backs Stryker up by grabbing the back of Nasty’s head and nailing a neckbreaker! They nod at each other and then glance at the two ladders. They smile and Eddie Rowan goes outside to get another ladder. He brings it inside, while Stryker fights off Jack Abraham. They set the other ladder up before placing the horizontal ladder between two rungs, creating a small scaffold! Daniels: Another scaffold! We’ve seen what these things can do...although much smaller than the last match, this could cause some problems... Masters: But the fans love it! Eddie climbs onto the scaffold. He moves to the center and looks up, the title just out of his reach. He shrugs and leaps to the outside, nailing Shawn Waters with a crossbody! Big Nasty gets back to his feet and is met with a right hand from Stryker. Nasty rolls to the outside to gather his breath. This distracts Stryker, who falls victim to a Waylon Krew back suplex! Jack Abraham then follows up by stomping away at Cage Stryker. Abraham and Krew nod at each other and lift Stryker. They spot the empty shopping cart Waylon brought and throw Cage over the top rope!! He lands hard in the cart! Daniels: That has got to hurt! Abraham turns around and is met by a chair shot from Tim Timmons. Tim then follows with another shot to Waylon Krew! Tim looks around and checks that everyone is down. He then adjusts the scaffold and climbs up! He slowly edges closer to the briefcase... Masters: Tim could have it here! Daniels: Not a chance! Waters and Rowan enter the ring and sweep the legs on Timmons... Masters: OUCH!! Timmons lands crotch first on a rung of the ladder, every male in the arena feeling the pain. Waters and Eddie snap out of it and grab one of the standing ladders each. They then lift and tilt the ladder, tipping Timmons to the outside! They put the scaffold down and glance at each other. Rowan makes the first move, but Shawn ducks and nails a superkick! Shawn smirks... Daniels: Watch out Shawn! Big Nasty nails Shawn with a kick in the gut and prepares him for a Nasty Bomb... Masters: Yes...kill him Nasty! Nasty follows through, powerbombing Shawn through the horizontal ladder! Daniels: HOLY SHIT! Masters: Jarred Daniels cussing? Is hell freezing over? Daniels: Shut up Masters...that was insane! Nasty looks down at Shawn, a small look of concern on his face. This disappears after Edward Croft returns, drilling Nasty with another ladder! Croft sets the ladder up under the briefcase and starts climbing. He reaches the top, but isn’t fast enough to get the briefcase. Waylon Krew runs in and pushes the ladder over, sending Croft to the outside. Waylon Krew ducks a chair shot from Tim Timmons, but isn’t able to avoid the barbed wire light tube Jack Abraham made! The light tube explodes, while the barbed wire wraps around Krew’s abdomen. Krew grabs Abraham and whips him into the corner. He shoves Tim into the ladder, before turning back to Abraham, a sick look on his face. He runs and sandwiches Abraham, the barbed wire cutting into Abraham! Masters: BLOOD! I knew it couldn’t be long! Big Nasty stands up on the outside of the ring and spots Cage Stryker, still stuck in the shopping cart. He grins and walks over to Stryker. Nasty wails on Cage with his right hand, before he starts pushing the cart up the ramp! Nasty picks up speed and steer to the edge of the stage... CRASH! The shopping cart and Stryker fall five feet off the stage, crashing through three tables which were set up for the production crew. Daniels: FUCK! There’s $100 down the drain...kids...don’t gamble... Nasty grins and runs back to the ring, where Eddie Rowan starts climbing the ladder uncontested. Nasty and Krew both reach the ring at the same time and run at the ladder. Eddie Rowan, realising what is about to happen, leaps off the top of the ladder. Krew and Nasty crash into the ladder and each other! Daniels: Heavy collision there! Masters: It looked like two semi-trailers in a road accident! Eddie dropkicks the back of Nasty’s head, busting him open on the ladder. Waylon Krew groggily stands up, the barbed wire still implanted in his skin. Tim Timmons reaches into the ring and grabs the barbed wire...he pulls! Daniels: OH MY! Masters: Wow...Krew has been sliced here! Blood spills from the abdomen of Krew, who grins sinisterly. That is, until Shawn Waters dumps him over the top rope! Shawn and Eddie lock eyes. Daniels: These two have been trying to one up each other all night! Jack Abraham runs into the ring with a table. He sets it up. Shawn and Eddie look over to him. Abraham is signalling for them to charge him. They shrug and rush at him! Jack smiles and reaches under the table, pulling two light tubes out from under the table! Shawn suffers a blow to the head, where as Eddie is able to duck. Eddie nails a jumping hurracanrana, sending Abraham across the ring. Eddie helps Shawn to his feet. He hands Shawn the unbroken light tube. Shawn slams it down across Abraham’s back! Rowan and Shawn then lift Abraham to his feet and lead him over to the table. Shawn places on of the ladders on the table aswell. Eddie then walks over to the corner, while Shawn lifts Abraham onto his shoulders! Rowan leaps off, clear of the table, and connects with the Doom Device, sending Abraham through the ladder and table! Shawn and Eddie high five and glance across the ring at Nasty, who is stumbling to his feet. They rush at Nasty...but Nasty sticks both his arms out, clothesline both men to the ground. Nasty isn’t standing for long however, as Tim Timmons strikes him from behind with a ‘Stop’ sign! Tim blasts Nasty in the face with the metal sign, before setting a ladder up! Outside the ring, Waylon Krew begins stacking tables, two wide and two high! Timmons starts climbing the ladder, but is stopped halfway by Shawn Waters! Eddie Rowan climbs up the other side of the ladder and flips over the top, dragging Timmons down for a powerbomb! Waylon Krew runs into the ring and nails Waters with a stiff clothesline. Croft finally returns to action with a flying dropkick, which sends Eddie to the outside. Croft ducks a Krew clothesline and trips him, sending him face-first into the ladder! Croft then starts climbing... Daniels: This could be it! Masters: Wait...look at Krew! Waylon Krew reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small container. He opens the lid and the smell of gasoline fills the air. Daniels: GASOLINE!! Krew drenches the ladder, while Croft reaches for the briefcase. Krew then pulls a match out of his pocket and strikes it! Daniels: Look down Croft! Get off that ladder! Croft, who is trying to unhook the briefcase, sniffs the air. He looks down just as Krew sets the ladder alight! The flames rush up the ladder and lick at Croft’s feet. Croft panics and almost falls! Krew then grabs the burning frame of the ladder and pushes, sending Croft through the tables set up outside! Daniels: OH MY GOD! CROFT MUST BE DEAD! Masters: Look...his leg is on fire! Someone put that out before the fire spreads! EMT’s and the fire crew rush down and put out the fire before rescuing Croft from the wreckage! Krew stands in the ring laughing! Daniels: Look at him! He’s just laughing! Masters: Go for the case you bloody idiot! Daniels: Edward Croft is the second man to be taken out of the match, Cage Stryker being the first! Waylon Krew looks around and finds the ring empty of ladder. He grins and leaves the ring. He starts running to the back, passing the group of EMT’s. Daniels: Where is he going? Krew returns from the backstage area, carrying the gigantic ladder he had crafted specially for this match! Daniels: Oh! The bronze ladder! We saw Krew talking about this! Krew drags the ladder to the ring and slides it inside. Shawn Waters pulls himself to his feet and looks at the ladder Krew has introduced to the match. Waters shakes his head and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Masters: Ha! Shawn, you coward...oh shit...he’s coming this way. Shawn sits down at the commentary booth as Krew sets the huge ladder up. Waters: Hey guys...how’s the night going? Daniels: Good...uh Shawn...two things...one...there is a shard of glass stuck in your cheek...two...why the hell aren’t you stopping Krew? Waters: No need...look at Nasty! Big Nasty pulls himself to his feet using the ladder. He reaches up and grabs Waylon’s leg. With one jerk, Krew comes crashing to the mat. Waters: Look at the power of Big Nasty! Nasty grabs Waylon’s head and slams it into the side of the ladder. He then follows up with a spinebuster! Nasty inspects the new ladder and nods, impressed. Outside the ring, Tim Timmons and Jack Abraham are fighting. Timmons gains the upper hand and starts leading Jack up the ramp. Waters: So much action going on here...and yes Bill, that’s what your mother said to me last night. Masters: Dammit! Waters: Whoa...Eddie just leapt from the top turnbuckle and is at the top of the ladder! Nasty reaches up and grabs Eddie’s foot though, but before he can yank Eddie of the ladder, Eddie pushes back and lands seated on Nasty’s shoulders. Eddie follows by rolling out the back and pulling Nasty’s legs out from under him, sending him face first into the ladder! Daniels: Oh crap! Look at Timmons! Tim Timmons has set up a ladder and is chasing Jack Abraham with a barbed wire 2x4. Abraham climbs the ladder to escape, but falls right into Tim’s trap! Tim nails Abraham across the back with the 2x4, and Abraham screams in pain, but hangs onto the ladder. Tim races up to the top of the ladder and grabs Abraham’s head. He points to the Combatron and nods... Daniels: Don’t do it, Tim...you could kill the man! Masters: Funnily...I think that’s what Timmons wants! Tim throws Abraham to the Combatron! Abraham slams back first into the giant screen, before falling ten feet and landing hard on the stage! Daniels: He did it... Masters: He could have broken the screen! Daniels: He could have broken Abraham’s neck! Waters: Wow...that’s intense...but less competish for me...Oh snap...Eddie’s down! Waters throws off the headset and rushes back into the ring, where Waylon Krew has just landed a heavy trash can shot on Eddie Rowan! Shawn slides into the ring and ducks a shot from Krew. He begins striking away at Krew, landing a flurry of lefts and rights! Shawn finishes the combination with a Waterlogged DDT! Shawn smirks and begins climbing the ladder. Tim Timmons re-enters the ring and chases Shawn up the ladder. Tim gets Shawn onto his shoulders... Daniels: This can’t be good! Masters: Go! If you can kill Waters like you did Abraham, you’ll be my new favourite wrestler, Timmy! Timmons launches off the ladder and connects with the Canadian Driver! Both men bounce once they hit the mat, Waters much more hurt than Timmons. Big Nasty climbs to his feet to find a clear path to the briefcase. He begins to slowly climb the ladder. Daniels: No one is moving! Masters: Wait...Krew is pulling something from his pocket...it’s another match! Daniels: Wait...I thought I could still smell gasoline...the ladder is soaked in it! Krew sets fire to his re-enforced ladder. Nasty notices faster than Croft did and evacuates before being engulfed in flames. Krew and Nasty watch as the ladder burns in the centre of the ring! Masters: Drastic measures by Waylon Krew! He just set fire to the ladder he had personally made for himself! Daniels: And no one can get to it to put it out! Krew and Nasty begin brawling on one side of the ring, while Eddie and Timmons fight on the other! Waters lies on the edge of the ring, still hurt from taking two massive finishers this match. Nasty gains the upper hand on Krew and readies him for a Nasty Bomb, but Krew is able to reverse! Krew whips Nasty, who slams into the fiery ladder! Nasty rolls to the outside, checking to see if he is on fire. Rowan whips Timmons, who slams into Krew! Krew and Timmons begin striking at each other on the floor. Eddie spies Big Nasty standing up outside and runs! He leaps over the top rope and connects, sending himself and Nasty hard into the barricade! Daniels: These men are putting their bodies on the line here...and even though this isn’t an elimination match...the field is thinning. Three superstars have been stretchered out of the match already...will there be any more casualties? Crew members finally enter the ring and begin extinguishing the fire. Finally the flames die, leaving a charred ladder. The crew deem the ladder unsafe and remove it from the ring, despite the audiences protests! Masters: What are they doing? Daniels: That ladder was burning for a solid five minutes...it may be weakened...someone may fall and severely injure themselves! Masters: ...again...I ask...WHAT ARE THEY DOING? Daniels: You are evil... In the ring, Tim Timmons levels Krew with a punch. He then rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring...he returns with something in hand. Daniels: What has got? Masters: Oh my god, Jarred...it’s a glass table! Timmons slides the glass table into the ring and props it up in the corner. He grabs Krew and whips him towards the corner...Krew reverses though! Timmons is somehow able to stop just in time...Krew follows up with a big splash though, sending BOTH men through the glass! Daniels: How is Krew still going? He has been cut to ribbons by barbed wire, ladders, light tubes...and now glass! Masters: I’m starting to wonder whether he is even human... Waters finally stands, groggily. He rolls to the outside and grabs a ladder. He brings it in the ring, sets it up and begins climbing. Eddie Rowan slides into the ring and climbs up the other side and slowly ascends. Krew and Timmons somehow are able to get to their feet! Timmons grabs a ladder and sets it up and they begin climbing. All four men reach the top and begin striking at each other, occasionally making a grab at the briefcase. Suddenly, both ladders start to topple. Big Nasty stands in between the two ladders and begins to push them over! Timmons and Krew topple to the outside, the ladder falling out of the ring with them. Shawn and Eddie fall, Shawn landing inside the ring, Eddie grabbing the ropes to soften his fall out of the ring. Nasty looks over at Timmons and Krew before turning around to grab Shawn and Eddie’s ladder, which is leaning on the top rope. As Nasty approaches the ladder, Shawn lands an enzuiguri! Nasty bends over, giving Eddie Rowan the opportunity to swing the ladder up into his face! Nasty hits the mat hard. Waters turns around to look at Eddie, but Eddie drives the ladder into his body! Eddie goes for another shot, but Shawn ducks. Shawn desperately grabs the ladder and pulls. Eddie Rowan is yanked and guillotined on the bottom rope. Rowan falls back. The ladder rests on Shawn as he tries to recover... Daniels: Oh my god! It’s Jack Abraham! Jack Abraham slowly limps towards the ring. He rolls inside and grabs the ladder off Shawn. He drives it into Waters’ abdomen, before setting it up and beginning his climb! Masters: This son of a bitch could do it! Daniels: No...Eddie’s back! Eddie Rowan climbs up the other side of the ladder. He sits on the top of the ladder, Abraham looking viciously at him. Rowan lashes out with a boot, which sends Jack crashing to the ground. Eddie Rowan looks around the arena and smiles. He looks down at Abraham... Daniels: He’s not thinking...is he? Masters: The briefcase is right there! Grab it... Rowan smiles and jumps...ST. EDWARD’S FALL! Daniels, Masters and crowd: HOLY SHIT! Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS AWESOME! Big Nasty gets to his feet and looks down at Jack Abraham. He grabs him and lifts him for the Nasty Bomb! Nasty throws Abraham into the ladder! Daniels: Modified Nasty Bomb! Waylon Krew rolls into the ring and grabs Abraham from the ground. He lifts him onto his shoulders and drives him into the ground with the Krew Spiller! Timmons follows suit, lifting Abraham up and slamming him into the ground with the T-Crusher! Daniels: These men are all getting rid of Abraham, who nearly snuck back and won this thing! Shawn Waters re-enters the ring and looks at the downed Abraham. The other four men all nod at Shawn. He smirks and locks in the Waterboard! Abraham passes out from the pain! Shawn keeps the hold locked in...until he cops a boot to the face from Nasty! Eddie Rowan tosses Jack Abraham to the outside of the ring, before turning back and fighting with Timmons. Krew lifts Waters up and goes for the Krew Spiller, but Nasty pulls Shawn off his shoulder, before blasting Krew in the face with a big boot! Nasty then grabs Shawn for a Nasty Bomb. Timmons has set up a ladder in the middle of the ring, before being speared by Eddie! Nasty lifts Shawn up, but Shawn grabs onto the ladder. He boots Nasty in the back of the head and pushes off his shoulders! Shawn reaches the top of the briefcase and grabs it! Nasty grabs the ladder though and pulls it out from under Shawn, before resting it in the corner. Shawn keeps his hold on the briefcase! Nasty tries to grabs Shawn’s feet, but Shawn lashes out, preventing Nasty from getting a grip. Shawn nails Nasty in the face, sending him to the rope...Waylon Krew then follows up with a clothesline, sending both men outside! Shawn begins fiddling with the briefcase, trying to unhook it. Daniels: Waters...Waters! Masters: No...he can’t win it! Anyone but him! Eddie Rowan leaps to the top rope, before lining Shawn up. He jumps and dropkicks Shawn in the gut, sending him into the ladder in the corner! The ladder breaks in half! Daniels: That ladder isn’t the only thing broken...I think Waters might have to join Stryker and Croft! Masters: If they keep breaking ladders, no one is going to be able to grab that briefcase! Timmons throws another ladder in the ring, this one the tallest seen all match! Eddie grabs one end, while Tim holds the other. They start fighting over the ladder before they notice Big Nasty climbing onto the ring apron. They look at each other and run at Nasty, sending him into the barricade! Waylon Krew tries entering the ring from the other side, but they repeat the process! Nasty once again attempts to enter the ring, but Rowan and Timmons send him flying again! They turn around, to see a flying Shawn Waters! He slams into the, knocking Tim and Eddie over, crushing them under the ladder! He rolls out of the ring in pain. Waylon Krew re-enters the ring, another ladder in hand. Big Nasty enters the ring aswell. Krew places the ladder on his shoulder. Nasty runs at Krew, but Krew spins, the back of the ladder catching Nasty in the back of the head. Eddie gets to his feet, only to be blasted in the face with the spinning ladder. Timmons follows suit, standing and getting knocked back down by Krew. Krew stops spinning and sets the ladder up, despite being quite dizzy. He begins to slowly climb the ladder. He reaches the top just as Nasty begins to move. Krew starts reaching out for the briefcase...but Nasty wobbles the ladder! Krew’s leg slips, landing on the inside of the ladder. Nasty tips the ladder slightly, causing Krew to fall backwards, his leg still stuck! Nasty the grabs a chair from outside as Krew tries to free himself. Nasty lines Krew up for a chair shot to the knee... Daniels: No! That could end his career! Nasty swings, but the chair is snatched out of his hand before he can strike! Nasty turns around and cops a shot to the face from Waters. Waters then throws the chair to the ground and knees Nasty in the stomach...he sets him up over the chair...BRAINWASH!!! Masters: Dear god...he’s just maimed Nasty! Daniels: That’s just payback for the Nasty Bomb from earlier! Rowan gets to his feet and tosses Timmons to the outside. Shawn remains on his knees, hurt. Eddie lines him up and lands a kick to the back of his head. Masters: Yes! Knock him out Eddie! Daniels: I’m impressed with how well Shawn has done...most of the others have no ring rust...this si Shawn’s first match back. Masters: Look at him Jarred...he’s almost ready to sleep! Eddie begins climbing the ladder, watching as Krew desperately tries to free himself. Eddie reaches the top of the ladder...and Krew amazingly frees himself!! Eddie cops a shot to the face...so he returns the favour. Waylon...Eddie...Waylon...Eddie...they trade punches, trying to send the other off balance. Eddie finally ducks one of Krew’s punches and kicks through the ladder, landing a shot on Krew’s sore knee. Krew’s knee slips off the ladder, making it easy for Eddie to shove him off the ladder! Eddie climbs up more...finally able to touch the briefcase. Timmons darts up the ladder to prevent Eddie from winning! He strikes at Eddie’s abdomen twice, Eddie still trying to unhook the prize. Rowan then swings the briefcase forward, smacking Tim in the face! He swings again, but Timmons ducks! This leaves Eddie off-balance. On the ground, Krew and Waters have gotten back to their feet. They nod and dropkick the side of the ladder, breaking it! Eddie falls off, while Timmons is able to keep his footing. The ladder splits, two of the legs sliding out! This results in Timmons landing flat on his face, ladder underneath him! Shawn snaps off one side of the ladder easily and places it near the corner. Krew then slams Timmons onto the ladder, before jamming the other half under the bottom turnbuckle, in effect making a Timmons sandwich. Shawn points at Eddie and Krew walks over. Shawn holds down the ladder, preventing escape, while Krew picks Eddie up and puts him on his shoulders. Eddie slides out the back however and runs to the ropes...he runs back...and CONNECTS WITH THE ENDGAME ONTOT HE LADDER! Daniels: OH MY GOD! He just killed both Timmons and Krew there! Big Nasty finally returns to the action, his face a crimson mask. He brings a ladder to the ring and swings at Shawn, who ducks and nails a dropkick to the knee! Eddie sets up the dropped ladder, before nailing a shining wizard on Big Nasty. Shawn then follows up with an enzuiguri, before both men launch Nasty over the top rope, sending him crashing into barricade! Shawn and Eddie share a glance before looking at the ladder standing in the ring. They shake hands, before running to the ladder. Eddie beats Shawn to the ladder and reaches the top rather quickly. He begins reaching for the case, but Shawn catches up and strikes him in the abdomen... Daniels: This has got to be it...one of these two men will win! Timmons and Krew are out...Nasty can barely see through all the blood... Masters: I’d have to agree here...whoever can remain on the ladder will win! Eddie and Shawn trade blows, trying to knock each other off. Eddie lands a heavy blow, which knocks Shawn down a few rungs. Eddie then sits on the top rung and begins lashing out at Shawn with his foot! Shawn covers his head and hangs on tightly as Eddie barrages him with kicks! Daniels: Waters is hanging on for dear life here! Eddie aims a kick at the hand that is holding the ladder, but Shawn still holds on. Shawn then grabs Eddie’s foot with his free hand and tucks it under his arm. He lashes out and shoves Eddie back. Shawn grabs the other leg... Daniels: What is he planning here? Masters: Wait a sec...I think he is going for a Waterboard on the top of the ladder! Waters struggles to get the move in, Eddie fighting against it... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... HE LOCKS IT IN!!!! Masters: NO!!! Daniels: WATERBOARD...ON THE LADDER...OH MY FUCK...WHAT THE GOD... Shawn pulls all the way back as Eddie screams in pain. After a good minute of the hold, Shawn releases the hold and pushes Eddie. Eddie rolls off the ladder as Shawn stands up. He looks around...Eddie is down...Timmons is down...Krew is down...Nasty is down...he reaches up... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... HE’S DONE IT! Masters: WHAT! No way! This blows! Daniels: Congratulations Shawn!!! Shawn Waters sits on the top of the ladder, hugging the briefcase. The fans cheer as ‘Our Revolution’ plays. He holds the briefcase up and smiles, blood tricking down his face. Daniels: What a return! Masters: *sigh* Anyone but him... Daniels: Oh Masters, get over it! Shawn did well! He kept coming back and never gave up...it came down to Shawn Waters and Eddie Rowan...and Shawn walks out the winner... Suddenly, ‘Unreal’ by Ill Nino hits. Kimo Newton walks out onto the stage with a baseball bat and a microphone. Kimo: Congratulations, Waters...you earned yourself a title shot of your choice, huh...even though this is your first match back...you definitely deserve it more than I do! Your fake pandering to the crowd...I couldn’t think of a better contender... Kimo runs to the ring with the bat in hand. Waters has just gotten off the ladder and is ready for a fight. Kimo enters the ring and looks at Shawn. Shawn takes a swing at Kimo, but collapses from exhaustion. Kimo grins and brings the bat down over Shawn’s back. Kimo: Wait in line Waters...the World title shot...it’s mine! Kimo hits Shawn again. Eddie Rowan stands up and glares at Kimo, who grins and drops the bat. He leaves the ring, the damage done. Rowan walks over to Shawn and checks on him. He helps him to his feet and leans him in the corner. They both painfully stare as Kimo walks up the ramp, laughing. Daniels: What a show of sportsmanship by Rowan... Masters: What a show of awesomeness by Kimo! The Realist brought Shawn Waters back to reality...that he is nothing but a washed-up loser! Daniels: Shut it Masters...Shawn deserved that victory and you know it! Masters: Whatever... Daniels: Well...anyway...Shawn Waters is the new Mr. MitB, winning what was the best Money in the Bank match ever seen!
*****
-=- CZW X-DIVISION TITLE MATCH! -=-
*****
Daniels: What a great match that was, and i'm telling you, I couldn't be more excited then what's lined up next! Masters: For once, I agree with you Jarred. The X-Division Title on the line up NEXT! A brief overview of what has happened leading up to this clash for the X-Title surfaces as it then dissipates back to the announcer's booth. Daniels: Its time for high-flying dare-devil action that is The X-Division! Towers: Ladies and Gentleman Hatewave III continues with this one fall contest and it is for the CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD! *Chants are being heard throughout the arena: EP! EP! EP! EP! ATTIC! ATTIC! ATTIC! ATTIC! Daniels: Well, this crowd is 50/50 when it comes to this match, and it hasn't even started yet! Back to Ms. Towers! Towers: Introducing first... From Wichita Kansas, weighing in at 220 Ibs, He is the X-Division Champion Of The World... A member of the Fiscus family... This is "PSYCHO" SAM ATTIC! "Crashing" by Gravity Kills begins playing as Sam struts down to the ring where he then stops midway for some reason until the infamous Looney Tunes theme begins playing as the crowd are either laughing at Sam or singing along with it and as the theme is going, little children and young teenagers come out the back dressed as... SQUIRRELS?!? Sam then points up at the Tron where a lonesome Teenager dumps out a package yelling into the camera: "PABLO AINT GOT NOT NUUUUUTTTSSSS!!!" And as all of this is going on, Sam is nowhere to be seen! Daniels: An auspicious entrance for a Fiscus member don't you think? Masters: What is this tomfoolery?! I want some blood damnit! Towers: Introducing his opponent...Hailing from Tijuana England, weighing in at 195 Ibs, He is the First EVER Grand Slam Champion, accompanied to the ring by Cristal, He is... "THE FIVVEE STAR SUPERSTARRR" ELLLLLLL PAAAAABBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOOO!!! "Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction begins playing as El Pablo walks down the ramp, his traditional boas being of the pink variety this time around, as he then gets suddenly ambushed by Sam FROM THE CROWD! Cristal is in shock as Sam picks up EP and drops him head-first with a DDT as Sam relishes in the fact at his dirty work being done! Daniels: Now that was uncalled for! The match hasn't even officially gotten underway and already Sam has attacked EP just short of the ring... I really hate this Fiscus family, I really do. Masters: Oh stuff it Jarred! The Fiscus family has more class then you ever will in your entire structure that you call a body! Sam picks up EP and irish-whips him into the steel steps but EP stops himself! Sam then charges as EP ducks out of the way! OH GOD! Sam spears himself right into the steel steps!!! EP then picks Sam up and hauls him into the ring FINALLY! DING DING DING! EP then goes for the first cover! . . . 1 . . . Kick Out! Daniels: The first cover by EP only gets a 1 and a half! Masters: You just now noticed that Jarred? EP picks up Sam, hits a few rights, then a few lefts, but Sam retaliates with a few rights and lefts of his own but EP catches Sam's right hand! Arm Drag! Sam counters EP with his own Arm Drag! Another set of Arm Drags done to each other as they both stand in a battle-like pose as the crowd are really enjoying it! *THIS IS AWESOME!* chants being heard around the arena Sam and EP in a stalemate grip before EP gets onto Sam's shoulders hitting a standing hurricanrana on Sam before leaping back to his feet as Sam charges EP with a clothesline! Sam goes for the cover right after!! . . . 1 . Kick Out!
Daniels: Too soon Sam, you won't be beating the great El Pablo with a clothesline of all things! Masters: JBL did it for the E... don't you remember? Daniels: JBL is a pussy! Sam picks up EP and irish whips him towards the corner turnbuckle but EP stops himself yet again as Sam charges and gets caught in a Sunset-Flip Rollup by EP! Countered by Sam into a Pin! 1!! 2!! Countered AGAIN by EP into a Pin! 1!! 2!! Countered once more by Sam into a Victory Roll! 1!! 2!! Both men down but slowly get back up as Sam and EP trade shot after shot, the crowd chanting either "Yeah!" or "Boo!" for their specific favorite superstar!
Daniels: This crowd is red hot, and they should be! Masters: Indeed Jarred, this match is fantastic! EP with an irish whip on Sam, Sam's back hitting the turnbuckles as EP charges with a vicious clothesline then puts Sam in the TREE OF WOE! EP backs up... C...Z...W across his chest as he charges... BASEBALL SLIDE RIGHT INTO SAM'S EXPOSED HEAD!! Crowd: CZW! CZW! CZW! CZW! Daniels: By god the building is shaking after that move! Masters: Fantastic!! EP thinking he might have a chance to regain the X-Title, pulls Sam out from the heap that he was in and hooks the leg in the middle of the ring! . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . KICK OUT!
EP looks up at the referee and then looks over at Cristal nodding something to her as Cristal begins rummaging underneath the ring and pulls out.... A TABLE! Daniels: This isn't a hardcore match! What is EP thinking?! Masters: Don't you get it you nitwit?! ALL of CZW 1 on 1 matches are HARDCORE! That's been in the books since the inception of this company! Daniels: I must have forgotten... EP then goes under the ring to the outside and gets a steel chair as Cristal sets the table up on the other side... Sam unbeknown to him follows EP as EP decks Sam with the chair, laying Sam out ONTOP of the TABLE! EP then climbs back into the ring... Cristal digs something out of her pocket then throws it right at EP, EP then sets his BOAS ON FIRE, running at the ropes, SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO THE TABLE AS SAM AND EP GET SHOT WITH FIRE EXTINGUISHERS RIGHT AFTER THE MOVE!!!!!!!! Daniels: OH MY GOODDD!!! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Masters: Instant Replay please MY GOD!! The replay shows in slow motion as EP is a walking Firebird (literally) with a beautiful Shooting Star Press onto Sam! The camera returns to LIVE action as EP pulls Sam up then tosses him into the ring as EP goes for a cover! 1!!! . . . . . 2!!! . . . . FOOT ON THE ROPES! Daniels: Sam had the where-with-all to get his foot on the ropes after taking a HUGE move from EP! What a champion! Masters: Agreed Jared, I hope that Sam retains here personally. EP looks up at the referee, desperation comes across his pink mask as he slowly gets up admonishing the referee some more... Sam springboards all of a sudden... 720 DDT!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: That 720 DDT came from no-where! Masters: Why is it that moves come from "out of nowhere" where is this place and where can I buy a house at it?! Daniels: You really are a massive bonehead aren't you William... Sam goes for the cover on EP but EP kicks out even before the 1 count! Sam then picks up EP, EP irish whips Sam as EP goes for a clothesline misses! Sam on the rebound leaps up RIGHT ONTO EP'S CHEST then comes back down landing on his feet as EP shoots him off! Sam charges again as he then catches EP into a Sunset Flip.. ONLY ITS TWICE AS FAST! 1!!!!! 2!!!!! KICKOUT BY EP!!!!!
Daniels: BY GOD HOW DID EP KICK OUT OF THAT?!?! Masters: BLASPHEMY!!!!!! Sam gets straight up at the referee pissed off as EP is still down after that mega ultra super move that he was hit with. Sam picks EP up by his mask (literally!) then irish whips EP into the ropes... BUSAIKU KNEE KICK AS EP COMES RUNNING OFF THE ROPES!!! WHAT A KNEE KICK BY ATTIC! Daniels: This match just went up 10 full notches, all cylinders are a-go! Masters: You aren't kidding Jared! This is for the lack of a better word, EPIC! Sam picks up EP... Lifts him up... SAM ATTIC SPECIAL!!! HIS VARIATION OF THE STU HART SPECIAL!!! THE COVER!!! 1!!! . . . . 2!!! . . . . KICK OUT AGAIN BY EL PABLO!!!! Masters: EP again, how the hell does he do it?! Daniels: The heart! The heart of El Pablo never ceases to amaze me, he's eager to have that X-Division Championship around his waist again, a title that he never lost! Masters: Righty-o! Sam is irate at this point, picking up EP then puts him onto the top turnbuckle... Sam lifts up EP... BRRRRAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNBUSSSSTTTAAAAHHHHHHH ONTO EP APPARENTLY KNOCKING EP OUT!!!! SAM GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!! 1!!!! . . . . . . 2!!!! . . . . . CRISTAL PUTS EP'S FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!!!
Masters: HEY! That's cheating ya bloke! Daniels: Since when did you EVER have a British ancient?! Sam immediately gets out of the ring furious at Cristal threatening her and just as Sam was about to hit her, EP comes soaring with a RUNNING SUICIDE FRONT FLIP RIGHT ONTO SAM! Crowd: This Is Awesome! *clap,clap,clapclapclap* This Is Awesome! *clap,clap,clapclapclap* Daniels: EP with his patented Flying Squirrel Maneuver! Masters: He actually patented that? EP picks Sam up and throws him back into the ring, as EP stands on the apron, gets himself on the ropes PHYSICALLY WALKING AND HITS A CLOTHESLINE ON SAM! THE COVER!! 1!!!! . . . . . 2!!!! . . . . . KICK OUT BY SAM! Daniels: By god, this match is epic! I'm on pins and needles to who is gonna win, I can't stand it! Masters: My neck hair is standing stiff, I don't know what to think! Daniels: No comment... Masters: Oh stuff it you bloke! Daniels: ..... EP picks Sam up after regaining some momentum, EP kicks Sam in the gut, TWIST OF FATE CONNECTING ONTO SAM! EP goes for the cover but Sam gets a foot on the ropes even before the 1 count! EP picks Sam up then hooks Sam up for an IDENTITY CRISIS and hits it!!! THE COVER!!! 1!!!! . . . . 2!!!! . . . . KICK OUT BY SAM!!!!!
Daniels: Nobody has kicked out of the Identity Crisis! HOW?!? Masters: Its been done... OVER 9000 TIMES! Daniels: You just went there didn't you? EP looks up at the referee in anger, his face boiling over as he then gets up and leaps to the top-turnbuckle...PAAAABBLLLOOO SPPPLLAAASSSHHH! NOOOOOO!!!! SAM MOVES AT THE LAST SECOND! SAM PICKS UP EP FAST... THE TERROR RIDE!!!! NOOOOO! COUNTERED INTO AN IDENTITY CRISIS ONCE MORE!!!!! EP COVERS!!! 1!!!!!!!! . . . . . 2!!!!!!!! . . . . 3!!!!!!!!
Towers: Here is your winner... and the NEWWW CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... "THE FIVE STAAARRR SUPERSTARRR" ELLLLLL PAAAAAABBBBLLLLOOOOO! The referee gets handed the X-Title belt as he then proceeds to hand it over to EP, blood all over him, his boas not there anymore as "Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction blares over the PA as EP holds up the X-Title as Cristal cheers from ringside Daniels: What a match, and by god, we have a new X-Division Champion, the very 1st X-Champion at that, El Pablo! Masters: Can he break his old record? Only time will tell! *****
The feed cuts to backstage, where Ryan Lewis is standing with a mic in front of CZW World Heavyweight champion, Alan Fiscus, alongside Hellena. Alan has the CZW World Heavyweight title strapped around his waist. Alan is pacing back and forth, and Hellena is showing concern for him as he is quite upset. Ryan goes to address the camera, but before he could get the mic to his lips Alan suddenly grabs it out of his hand, and pushes him back to where he's out of view of the camera. Alan stares directly at the camera.
ALAN: "MORTIUS. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. You are DEAD, son! _DEAD!_ You think you are playing mind games with me? You have NO idea. You, like so many others before you, don't realize how deep I am playing them with YOU. I MADE you think I was scared! I made you think you were intimidating! I made you think YOU MATTER. You, just like O'Toole, and just like Sawyer, you are all CANNON FODDER. Toys for my amusement, crash test dummies for my experiments. All games, Mortius. The games all end tonight, however. The cat and mouse game I'm playing with you, the game you're playing with yourself, your game PERIOD. You cannot manipulate the manipulator. You cannot trick the trickster! You want to visit graveyards... you want to visit a gravesite of someone extremely important to my life? I'm going to make you visit him one more time... this time, PERMANENTLY!"
ALAN: "EVERYONE is gunning for this title, not just you four pieces of garbage. Kimo Newton is running off at the mouth like he means a GOD DAMN THING in this company. Big Nasty says he was paid off to TAKE ME OUT. You have other established players in Rowan, El Pablo, Kirkland, Shane, whoever, all biding their time, waiting for a shot... waiting for a chance to be the man. Waiting for a chance to wear this precious golden prize * pats the belt *, the CZW World Heavyweight championship. Well, boys and girls, you are looking at THE MAN, you are looking at the BEST, you are looking at the CHAMPION... of YOUR world. To beat the man, you have to beat the man, a wise man once said... and it's going to take prying this title from my cold, dead hands if you want to be the man. Tonight, the biggest event held under the CZW banner, the bright lights, the loud fireworks, the glitz, the glamour... this is what we all live for. The fame and the fortune, the biggest stage of them all. Tonight, Hatewave Three, it's going to be a blood bath. Mortius, Sawyer, O'Toole... the time for talking is over. The time for hype is done. It all comes down to this. If I can't successfully defend the CZW World Heavyweight title against you three stooges... straight up, EVERYBODY DIES."
Fiscus slams the mic down and grabs Hellena by the hand, and they both storm off. The feed quickly switches back to Daniels and Masters.
*****
-=- EPIC SIX MAN WAR GAMES MATCH! -=-
***** DANIELS: "This main event is going to OWN." MASTERS: "It will be amazing, most guaranteed." DANIELS: "This night has been ELECTRIC, living up to its hype and beyond. We have seen a awesome Hell in a Cell match between two giants, Mountain Man and Garrett William. One of the best 'big man' matches EVER. We have witnessed one of the most insane and intense matches EVER held in a CZW ring, with Covey and Buzzsaw. We have witnessed the crowning of a new CZW World Television champion in Krimzon Blaze. We have witnessed the return of our long time broadcast partner, in such a valiant effort that he walked away the new Mr. Money in the Bank. And we're about three quarters done." MASTERS: "And we witnessed an atrocity, as El Pablo became a two-time X-Division champion. An atrocity, but a great, great match. Hatewave III has lived up to the hype indeed, this is the BEST wrestling in the world today! We have the talent, we have the brain power to remain the most dominate promotion ever. Nobody else compares!" DANIELS: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, it is time! The cage has been put up.. they're using a different structure than the earlier Hell in a Cell... and the buzz is in the air... it's time for WAR GAMES! Each man in this contest has been or is a champion in CZW, and it's sure to be a blockbuster." MASTERS: "Oh, I can't wait. Two of our most dominating teams going head to head in our first ever War Games match... and I bet you bottom dollar, the losing team disbands right here tonight." DANIELS: "Well, if it's Agony, they'll have no choice to... Havok will own the name!" MASTERS: "Exactly." DANIELS: "And I say, if Beautiful Agony wins, Youthful Aggression will be so humiliated they will disband by their own accord." MASTERS: "Please, Daniels. That will never happen." TOWERS: "It is now time for a first ever in CZW... the stables War Games match between Beautiful Agony and Youthful Aggression!" The crowd cheers loudly TOWERS: "The rules are as follows... the match begins with a one on one situation, then every two minutes another member will come down. Youthful Aggression won team advantage when Havok defeated Rowan on Overdrive, therefore YA will be the first to have two members in the ring. The match cannot conclude until all six participants are in the caged ring. Then the first pinfall or submission will win the match. All managers, valets, and bodyguards have been banned from ringside." The crowd cheers more TOWERS: "And now for the first two participants! Introducing first... hailing from Dallas, North Carolina... * crowd boos * and weighing in at 228 pounds... he is a former Ultraviolent and Intercontinental champion... The Reaper... BRIAN KIRKLAND!!" "Personal Jesus" by Lollipop Lust Kill plays over the PA as the crowd continues to boo. Out comes BK, ready for action. A small fireworks display goes off. His stringy black hair hangs in his face, and he is wearing black and green trunks with his knee high black boots. He smirks out to the crowd as he walks down to the ring, stopping at a fan who has a "Straight Edge 4 Life" sign. BK nods approvingly, pointing, and continues down to the ring. He walks through the cage door, and stretches while he awaits. He checks the sturdiness of the cage. MASTERS: "Kirkland looking good tonight, Jarred, this is going to be one hell of a bloody battle." DANIELS: "Agreed." TOWERS: "And the first participant from the Beautiful Agony side..." "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play, and while it's still relative new for the crowd, they realize who it is and cheer heavily. TOWERS: "Hailing from Tiffin, Ohio and weighing in at 201 pounds... he is the leader of Beautiful Agony, and a former Global Tag, X-Division, and World Television champion... He is the Misfit... MIKE MONROE!!" The crowd continues to cheer as Mike comes out to a fireworks display. He is wearing no shirt, and white trunks and boots. He points to his forehead, which he has written "REVENGE" on it in black marker. He high fives fans on the way down to the ring, knowing full well what is at stake in this match. DANIELS: "Monroe is in the zone, he knows that if he doesn't give it his all here tonight, Beautiful Agony is over. Havok will own all the rights to the name." MASTERS: "Well, we're about to witness a funeral then." Mike gets in the ring, looks at the cage, and Brian immediately walks up to him. They are face and face, and BK is talking trash. MM retorts. DANIELS: "This is such a heated rival, a gang war if you will, and these two men have a lot of history with each other. Kirkland was even in BA at one point." MASTERS: "He saw the light though." DANIELS: "And OH! BK just slapped Mike right in the face! The crowd is booing! OH! Mike with a slap of his own! He knocked the spit out of BK's mouth!" MASTERS: "Spit sell!" DANIELS: "Uh..? Anyway, They are going back and forth now, slapping, punching... you knew this would be a melee, and it didn't take long!" * DING DING DING * MASTERS: "They didn't even wait for the bell! BK is taking control, and kicks Mike in the gut. He throws him to the ropes!" DANIELS: "And Mike comes storming out, nailing BK with a huge clotheslines! BK is back up.. another clothesline! The crowd love Mike here in Chicago, they are electric with cheers!" MASTERS: "They need to simmer down, I can't hear myself talk!" DANIELS: "You're not missing much, old boy. Got you! Mike has BK back up, and --" * CHOP! * Crowd: WOOO! * CHOP! * Crowd: WOOO! * CHOP! * Crowd: WOOO! MASTERS: "BK's chest is red now, and Mike gives him a few more punches, which cause him to back into a corner. So a new guy comes out every two minutes right?" DANIELS: "Right." MASTERS: "Come on, clock!" DANIELS: "No thanks." MASTERS: "You're on a bloody roll, aren't you?" DANIELS: "Hey, I need my moments too! MM grabs BK, and throws him for the irish whip. BK slams hard into the opposite corner... MM comes running in... and BK greets him with a surprise elbow! MM staggers back, and BK lunges forward with a leaping lariat! BK checks his chest as he gets up, then picks MM up. He responds!" * CHOP! * Crowd: BOOO! * CHOP! * Crowd: BOOO! * CHOP! * Crowd: BOOO! MASTERS: "BK looks out into the crowd with a huge 'WTF' look on his face, and I can't blame him. These people are DUMB." DANIELS: "BK shrugs them off, he doesn't care, of course not. He grabs Mike by the head... HE THROWS MIKE FACE FIRST INTO A CAGE WALL!" * SHACKLE! * MASTERS: "BK is your savior, Daniels, admit it! He is at the top of his game! Mike doesn't stand a chance." DANIELS: "BK throws Mike to the ropes.. he bends over for the body drop.." * SMACK! * MASTERS: "OH! And he's greeted with a kick to the chest from Mike. Ouch." DANIELS: "Mike now throws BK to the ropes... and NAILS the back body drop perfectly. BK got air on that one." MASTERS: "It's because he's straight edge. Gravity doesn't affect those types like it does regular people." DANIELS: "That was funny. Mike picks up BK... and returns the favor!" * SHACKLE! * MASTERS: "Well, at least BK was wise enough to cover his face from that chain link. That would definitely hurt your face unshielded." DANIELS: "No doubt. The crowd is totally behind Mike here, listen to this!" Crowd: "MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY!" MASTERS: "Do I HAVE to?" DANIELS: "I don't think you have a choice, as loud as they are! Mike acknowledges it, with a smile on his face. BK get back up, and Mike turns to face him with his side... SUPERKICK!" MASTERS: "NO! -Protect- the face, I said!" DANIELS: "Mike signals with his thumb across his throat, that he's going for the kill!" MASTERS: "Is he a fool? The match can't end yet!" DANIELS: "I don't think he cares! He grabs BK and turns him on his gut.. HE'S GOING FOR THE BURN NOTICE!" MASTERS: "No!" DANIELS: "That deadly cobra clutch cross-face! BK screams out in agony, no pun intended! HE IS TAPPING! BK IS TAPPING!!" MASTERS: "It doesn't matter! It doesn't count!" A loud * BING! * goes off, and Towers stands up on the outside with a mic. TOWERS: "It is now time for the next wrestler to come out..." "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour plays over the PA TOWERS: "Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 245 pounds... a former X-Division champion... RYAN SHANE!!" The crowd boos and Shane makes a bee line down the ramp, running to the cage which two referees hold the door open. He is wearing black trunks with his new playstation logo on the rear, and black boots. He slides in and and immediately attacks Mike, breaking the Burn Notice. Shane keeps on top of him, with kicks and punches. MASTERS: "Now we're talking!" DANIELS: "This is not fair, William! You sleaze." MASTERS: "Brian Blaze isn't out here yet!" DANIELS: "Shane has lifted Mike up, and sets him up... GHOST RIDIN' THA WHIP! The sick fireman's carry Lift into a rolling uranage backbreaker! Mike is down and out now!" MASTERS: "And it didn't take long." DANIELS: "Shane is now checking on Kirkland, who is now shaking the pain off from the Burn Notice. Kirkland gets up, and they stalk the fallen Mike. This is going to be a massacre. They jump on him, both men kicking and punching him! This is a gang hit!" MASTERS: "Bloody hell it is, and he deserves it for all the trouble he's caused." DANIELS: "Are you an ass!?" MASTERS: "If I am, you're the hole!" DANIELS: "Gross. They pick Mike up now, and grab him by the head..." * SHACKLE! * DANIELS: "OH! Flung face first into the cage, and like we were talking about earlier, Mike did NOT cover his face up in time! That link grated across his face, and he is now bleeding from the forehead from his already damaged skin... sickening." MASTERS: "And now the wolves smell the blood! BK picks him up... throws him to the ropes... Kirkland with a drop toe-hold... and Shane, running from the ropes, with a stiff legdrop to the back of his head! I love it!" DANIELS: "BK now picks him up... and nails him with the BK Edge, that modified Sambo suplex of his! Mike is in dreamland, this is totally unfair!" MASTERS: "All is fair in love and WAR, Daniels!" DANIELS: "This is a gang bang! They pick him back up... he is out on his feet here!" MASTERS: "He's going to be out of a team name if this keeps up, and it will be the end of BA... hopefully forever!" DANIELS: "They're discussing what they want to do.. I believe we have about 15 seconds left... They pick Mike up and throw him to the ropes..." MASTERS: "Great tag team chemistry between these sober brethen, and it looks like a double back drop is what the doctor ordered..." DANIELS: "Wait! Mike grabs both their heads!" MASTERS: "No!" * THUD(s)! * DANIELS: "Double DDT! And it's time for some Beautiful reenforcements!" The crowd cheers as it's time for Agony's second member to come out TOWERS: "The next participant... hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 220 pounds... a former World TV and X-Division champion, and current Global Tag Team champion... Celine Dion's Favorite Wrestler... BRIAN BLAZE!!" Robbie Williams' "Let Me Entertain You" plays over the PA as the crowd cheers heavily. Brian comes running down to the ring, in purple trunks and boots. The referees have the door open, and he slides in. DANIELS: "Now it's even, NOW it's fair!" MASTERS: "This isn't fair! Where's Havok? WHERE'S HAVOK!?" DANIELS: "He has to wait his turn!" MASTERS: "Unfair!" DANIELS: "William... Brian is now in the ring, and they pair off as he attacks Shane and Mike begins attacking BK again. BB lifts Shane up, and kicks him in the gut. He picks him up... BLAZE OF GLORY! He nails his patented package piledriver perfectly, and Shane's head couldn't gone right through the ring!" The crowd: "SLEAZY! SLEAZY! SLEAZY!" MASTERS: "This is horrible! Mike is brawling with BK on the opposite end of the ring, and.. oh no... Mike grabs BK's head... he slams it into the cage wall! And he's raking his face across the links, no! Kirkland immediately begins bleeding from the face... Mike turns him around... lifts him up..." DANIELS: "And he NAILS him with a Beach Break, that belly to back piledriver! Kirkland is out! On the other side, BB is standing over Shane... Agony is looking tall right now!" MASTERS: "This doesn't count!" DANIELS: "They take a moment and nod at each other, and pick BK and Shane up. BK and Mike are bleeding pretty heavily from their heads. They get the groggy YA members situated, and each irish whip... slamming Ryan and Brian right into each other! The crowd loves it!" The crowd: "BA! BA! BA!" MASTERS: "Bah! BB and Mike bump their knuckles, what a lame thing to do! BB picks up Shane again and walks him to a corner... head smash into the turnbuckle." DANIELS: "Mike has Kirkland mounted, and delivering more punches. Kirkland is out of it, and bleeding profusely now from his face." MASTERS: "Oh lord no, BB is doing that stupid corner ten punch thing! YOU SUCK!" The crowd: "1.. 2... 3... 4... 5... 6.. 7.. --" MASTERS: "Ah ha! Ryan just nailed BB where it counts the most! His jewels!" DANIELS: "Cheap tactic!" MASTERS: "BB falls to the ground, holding his crotch... alright, Ryan, take your time, catch your breath..." DANIELS: "Mike has Kirkland up, and Mike looks over.. he sees Blaze on the ground, and turns to attack Ryan... OH! Desperation move from Kirkland, he just leapt up and kicked Mike square in the back of the head! Both men are down on the ground, and the only man standing... if you call it that... is Ryan, who is leaning on the ropes." MASTERS: "You knew these guys would give it their all. So much at stake here... at least for Agony. Live it up, boys... it's your LAST match as a stable!" DANIELS: "I have much stock in Agony prevailing here, they're a CZW staple, so shove it, William! Ryan is now back up, and slowly picks BB up. A series of punches..." * CHOP! * Crowd: BOOO! * CHOP! * Crowd: BOOO! * CHOP! * Crowd: BOOO! MASTERS: "These people are fools! Ha, look at this... with one final chop, Ryan grabs a handful of Blaze's chest hair... OH MY GOD, He ripped some out!! HA HA He's making like Bruce Lee, as if he just ripped out Brian's heart! I love it!" DANIELS: "And spots of blood where the hair was begin to develop, as Brian cringes hard. That HAD to hurt. Ryan keeps on him, and kicks him in the gut. Vertical suplex!" MASTERS: "Mike and Kirkland are slowly getting back up, each man's face covered in blood. They begin throwing punches at each other... oh hell! Ryan Shane just nailed Brian Blaze with a Murder Scene, his small package driver! I love that move." DANIELS: "Oh damn." "Sorry You're Not A Winner" by Enter Shikari begins playing over the PA, as the crowd boos TOWERS: "The third and final member of Youthful Aggression... hailing from, Washington, DC and weighing in at 172 pounds... a former X-Division champion... The Straight Edge Enigma... JACOB HAVOK!!" Havok runs out, with an all black attire, pants and mask. He slides into the ring, and makes a bee line for Mike, who had just taken advantage of Kirkland. DANIELS: "Havok just obliterating Monroe with a flurry of rights and lefts, and you knew this would happen. You knew Havok and Monroe would get it on, this whole thing is based on their once great friendship, and now bitter rivalry." MASTERS: "Monroe turned his back on Havok, we all know this." DANIELS: "Sane people don't see it that way. Now Ryan and Brian are looking on, as Havok has mounted the fallen Mike, punching him repeatedly in his bloody wound. This is sick. Blaze is still in the corner, out due to that Murder Scene... this looks bad for Monroe, for sure." MASTERS: "And this is what he's had coming to him." DANIELS: "Are you serious? Havok has caused him NOTHING but torture, Mike tried to do the right thing! Havok got Tatum's head shaved, Havok basically cost Mike the TV title, and you think Mike deserves this?" MASTERS: "...Yes." DANIELS: "Jackass! Havok is screaming at Mike, just letting him have it verbally. Mike is motionless, and is covered in blood. He picks him up... and slaps him hard across the face. This is unnecessary. And this edge right here, this three on two, this might be the defining moment in this match and it's a shame." MASTERS: "YA won the advantage, so let me play a violin for you, Daniels. It is what it is. Havok kicks Mike in the gut... DIFH!! Mike is DEAD." DANIELS: "Now they're focusing on Blaze, who is just getting up to his feet... He notices them stalking him like hyenas. They lunge... but Brian leaps out of the way! He kicks Shane hard in the crotch, and punches Kirkland right in the face! BB then blocks a punch from Havok, and kicks him hard in the gut! The crowd is ecstatic!" The crowd: "BA! BA! BA!" DANIELS: "Blaze drops Havok down with a DDT! He's on a roll! He turns around... OH! Kirkland just surprised him with a hard chop to the throat! Brian goes down!" MASTERS: "Something he's probably VERY used to." DANIELS: "... Shane is still on his knees, holding his crotch. Havok is laid out still, and of course Mike is motionless, laying in a puddle of his own blood. Kirkland picks up Blaze... SHOCK DROP! Kirkland nails BB with that Cradle Shock move, and BB is out yet again. OH!" "Johnny B. Goode" by Judas Priest begins to play, as the crowd bursts into cheers TOWERS: "And the final entrant... hailing from Bristol, England and weighing in at 198 pounds... he is a current Global Tag Team champion... JOHNNY KEROSENE!!" Johnny comes flying down the ring, with red leather pants and a fishnet sleeveless shirt on. He gets into the ring, almost not allowing the refs to open the door first. DANIELS: "Here comes Johnny, and he's hot! BK is back up, and Ryan is as well. They go to meet Johnny with a double team move, but Johnny ducks the clothesline and springs of the ropes... jumping double lariat! BK and Ryan are down! Johnny sees Havok up on his hands and knees and BOUCHE! Kicks him hard in the midsection, knocking the wind right out of him! He turns his attention back to Ryan... FLYING V! That wraparound-like clothesline, Ryan is out! Johnny then sees BK getting up... kick to the gut... Shoulder jawbreaker!" MASTERS: "What the hell, this guy is a joke! How is he doing this!?" DANIELS: "One half of the tag champs is a joke? You truly are delusional. Johnny picks Ryan back up... grabs him by the head... and slams it face first into the cage wall!" * SHACKLE! * MASTERS: "Ah, Johnny is grinding Ryan's face in the cage now! He pushes so hard, Ryan begins bleeding from his forehead! Stop it, Kerosene!" DANIELS: "Havok is slowly back up, clenching his gut... he begins to stalk Johnny from behind... but he is attacked from behind by a revived Blaze!" MASTERS: "Cheap! And look, Monroe is beginning to stir! He's a zombie now, because I was certain he was DEAD!" DANIELS: "Now Blaze and Johnny start tag teaming on Brian Kirkland, something they're very good at, as they are the current tag champions. They throw him to the ropes... double back drop! They then grab Shane... double kick to the gut... they stalk... TOTAL ELIMINATION!! Ode to Saturn & Kronus there!" MASTERS: "Who?" DANIELS: "Nevermind. They then grab Jacob, and Mike is up now! The Spectacle are holding Havok's arms, and Mike is pointing at him! THE CROWD IS GOING CRAZY WITH HEAT!!!" MASTERS: "Calm down, you're gonna have a heart attack, old chap!" DANIELS: "Mike pauses for dramatic effect... and then UNLEASHES on Havok, with the biggest second wind I've ever seen! Lefts and rights, the Spectacle let go of Havok and focus back on BK and Shane. Mike kicks Jacob in the gut... vertical suplex, with authority! He then grabs him and throws him so hard into the cage, it shackles louder than before!" * SHACKLE! * MASTERS: "And on the rebound, another kick to the gut... Monroe lifts him up, and shifts him... into a... into a electric chair position!" DANIELS: "TTM!" * THUD! * DANIELS: "Assault Driver right there, and justice served! The crowd is eating it up!" MASTERS: "This is horrible... and the champs have Shane cornered... Blaze picks him up in a power bomb move... and Kerosene grabs his neck!" * THUD * DANIELS: "What a combo there, and now they grab Kirkland... they throw him to the ropes... double drop kick! Beautiful Agony is ruling the roost now!" MASTERS: "So... how does the pinfall happen?" DANIELS: "We discussed this backstage, William... the referee will say '1, 2, 3,' into a microphone..." MASTERS: "Yeah, but you forgot to inform the masses of that fact, didn't you? Do your job better, Daniels!" DANIELS: "Well, I... Damn. Whatever. Mike has Havok back up, and has him in a corner... man, his face is just covered in blood and the ring looks like a crime scene with all the various spotches of blood. Kirkland and Shane are both pretty busted up too." MASTERS: "Blaze and Kerosene pick up Shane again, after a small acknowledgement to the fans for their support. Losers." DANIELS: "Mike Monroe just nailed Jacob Havok with a inverted implant DDT! HE'S GOING FOR THE FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH!!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . ." DANIELS: "And Havok kicked out!" MASTERS: "Oh thank God, I thought that was it!" DANIELS: "And on the opposite end, The Spectacle are both stomping away at a sunken Ryan. Kirkland is laid out towards the neutral corner, barely moving. Brian drags Shane out towards the ring, while Kerosene begins to ascend the turnbuckles... what does he have in store for Shane?" MASTERS: "I don't know, but I hope he misses it!" DANIELS: "He's all the way up now... the cage ceiling is pretty high, so that shouldn't effect any top rope moves..." MASTERS: "This doesn't look good... Kerosene leaps!" * THUNK! * DANIELS: "Holy cow, a Top-Rope Moonsault Footstomp!! When did he start doing that!? HE GOES FOR THE COVER!!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . ." MASTERS: "Thank god, Kirkland was up in time to break the count!" DANIELS: "But Shane is probably done for the night with that tremendous move." The Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" DANIELS: "And the crowd loves it! Kirkland is immediately swarmed on by Blaze, who delivers some forearms to his back." MASTERS: "On the other side, Mike has Havok turned upside down from the top turnbuckle... what's he going for here... he stalks to the opposite end... no, Mike, not this!" DANIELS: "He charges in with a head of steam..." * CRASH! * DANIELS: "Corner running facewash! Jacob is shaking like a fish!" MASTERS: "These people are insane!" The Crowd: "BA! BA! BA!" DANIELS: "This level of electricity is like no other I've ever seen before! And B.A. have total advantage right now. Shane is laid out after that INSANE move from Kerosene, while Blaze and Kerosene have Kirkland in a corner, taking turns stomping him. Mike is living up the crowd's reaction, as Jacob is still flopping about. Hey, wait! Did you see that?" MASTERS: "See what, Sherlock?" DANIELS: "Ryan Shane! He has something in his right hand that he pulled from in his trunks!" MASTERS: "You're seeing things, he's obviously still out from that move Johnny hit him with." DANIELS: "I don't think so! I think he has that damn railroad spike he's notorious for!" MASTERS: "Well, I hope he does!" DANIELS: "Mike is back to work on Havok, while the Spectacle have Kirkland locked up, each with a foot on his body, pushing him between the ropes and into the cage's mesh. Kerosene looks up, and sees that Ryan is moving around. He's going towards him... watch out, Johnny!" MASTERS: "Johnny grabs Ryan by the hair and lifts him up... He is gripping something, you're right! That's great! Ryan is a smart man!" DANIELS: "Ryan is a cheater! Johnny looks for the crowd's approval, he doesn't see Ryan hiding his right hand... OH!" * THUNK! * DANIELS: "RYAN BLASTED HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE SPIKE!! Johnny goes down like a sack of potatoes! Good Lord, he's busted wide open from his brow, and he's out cold!" MASTERS: "Bloody brilliant! Now Ryan is up, and sees Brian is still focused on stomping a mudhole into Kirkland's midsection... He walks over to him, swings him around..." * THWACK* DANIELS: "DEAR GOD! Without any care for Brian's welfare, he just obliterates him with a shot to the face with that spike! Horrible!" MASTERS: "As I said, all is fair in love and war... and there's definitely no love lost between Mike and Havok! Mike is just pummeling away at the fallen Enigma, and you can see blood dripping from Jacob's mouth! Mike turns around at the last second..." * THWICK! * MASTERS: "HA HA! And with that, YA is back in control!" DANIELS: "Ryan smacked Mike with that spike, and now is grinding that spike right into Mike's bloody wound! Folks, if your kids are watching, turn them away!" MASTERS: "They need to see this, Jarred! They need to see that straight edge is the right path to take!" DANIELS: "This is NOT what straight edge is about, William!" MASTERS: "You know nothing!" DANIELS: "This crowd is hating this." The Crowd: "YA SUCKS! YA SUCKS! YA SUCKS!" DANIELS: "Now all six men in the ring are bleeding from somewhere on their face, and you could only expect that in this environment. Ryan goes over to Jacok, and revives him a little bit. He turns his attention back to Johnny, and is GRINDING that spike into Johnny's wound! This is gruesome! He then hands the groggy Jacob the spike, and lifts Johnny up.... positions him... TALIBAN BACKPACK! RYAN GOES FOR THE COVER!!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . ." DANIELS: "In a leap of desperation, Brian Blaze leaps up and breaks the count! But that's all the energy he has, as Ryan groggily gets back up and kicks him in the back. Brian is bleeding from his forehead from that shot from the spike. Ryan lifts Blaze up, and punches him a few times, right in his wound." MASTERS: "Kirkland is starting to move a little, and so is Mike. Jacob is up, and grabs Mike by the hair... REPEATED SHOTS TO THE FOREHEAD WITH THAT SPIKE! This is a bloody massacre, for sure, and I love it!" DANIELS: "I am literally sick to my stomach at the sight of this! Kirkland is up on his knees, and Ryan shakes him a bit to revive him. He's back up now, and he and Ryan pick up Blaze. They both grab his head, and with full force..." * CLASH! * MASTERS: "They throw him right into the cage wall, adding insult to injury! He slumps down, and it looks like YA is going to rule supreme, Jarred." DANIELS: "BA aren't out of it yet! But now look at YA, they are getting arrogant! All three men, though hurt, are laughing with pride at their fallen victims, and for their current dominance. They're eating up the jeers from the crowd, as Havok flips them off. No honor, these men. No respect." MASTERS: "Almost every crowd member has a beer in their hand, of course they don't respect them. YA is simply better!" DANIELS: "You're such a suck up, you know that? Pathetic." MASTERS: "You wish you could live in my shoes, Daniels." DANIELS: "Well your boys are done living it up, as Kirkland picks Blaze to beat on, Ryan picks Johnny, and of course, Jacob picks Monroe. Thankfully, he threw the spike down to the corner of the ring, and hopefully we've seen the last of its use tonight." MASTERS: "They don't need it. This ends tonight!" DANIELS: "And like a gang beatdown, they're going to take turns hitting moves on BA. Such arrogance." MASTERS: "Such skill, such talent. You're so biased, Daniels." DANIELS: "I can't even respond to that. Kirkland has Blaze in the middle of the ring... sets him up... ANEURYSM! That damn Unprettier!" MASTERS: "Ha! But instead of going for the pin, he picks Blaze back up and drags him to a corner. Now Shane takes center stage with Johnny. He picks him up... The Limit Breaker! A Reverse Fireman's Carry into a knee to the face! God, that was bloody awesome!" DANIELS: "Oh, and yes, no cover... he drags Johnny to a corner, and now it's Havok's turn. He drags Monroe to the center... kick to the gut!" * BAM * DANIELS: "Power bomb!" KIRKLAND to the crowd: "It's over!" MASTERS: "Indeed it is, my boy!" DANIELS: "Havok with the cover!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . ." !! KICK OUT !! MASTERS: "HOW THE HELL!!" DANIELS: "YES! Mike isn't done yet! YA are SHOCKED! Look at Havok's eyes, immense with surprise! It's not over yet!" MASTERS: "And in a rage, Havok lays down a series of forearms to Mike's bloodied forehead. Kirkland and Shane stand, watching, smartly resting and re-energizing." DANIELS: "Yeah, but while they do that, so are Johnny and Brian! They don't appear out of it either, as both men are already showing life." MASTERS: "This is a testament to ALL the men in the ring. They've all taken some big moves, and lost blood, and yet, they're still kicking. This match means so much, I have goosebumps, Daniels." DANIELS: "You and me both. Kirkland and Shane decide its time to focus back on their counterparts. They each pick the Spectacle up, and move them to opposite sides of the caged ring. They look to each other, communicating..." MASTERS: "Great team right here, they are making sure they are on the same page." DANIELS: "Each man irish whips their victim... NO! REVERSAL FROM BOTH ENDS! KIRKLAND AND SHANE COLLIDE!" MASTERS: "What the deuce!?" DANIELS: "They each groggily turn around, and BAM! Double superkicks from Johnny and Brian! The crowd is back into this thing!" The Crowd: "BA! BA! BA!" MASTERS: "Look out, Jacob!" DANIELS: "Jacob was on Mike, turns around... double kick to the gut from the Spectacle. Double vertical suplex! They pick Jacob up... Brian stands in front of Jacob, Johnny stands behind. Brian yells out 'WHO'S THE BOSS!?' and hits The Tony Danza, that sick kick, knocking him back into Johnny, who catches him and locks in the full nelson into the Facemelter!! That's their finisher! Johnny goes for the cover!!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . ." MASTERS: "Thankfully, Shane just had enough to leap in and break up the count." DANIELS: "Agony is up however, and back on the attack. Ha ha, yourself, William! Now it's BA's turn to light up the stage!" MASTERS: "Bah!" DANIELS: "Johnny is first, with BK in his grip... Mike moves Havok over, as Brian does the same with Shane... Johnny grabs BK's head, rolling Snapmare, and dropkicks BK's back! He then runs to the ropes and dropkicks BK's front! He then runs to the other ropes, and slides under. BK groggily gets up... Johnny springboards!" * THUD! * DANIELS: "Springboard Tornado DDT! Perfectly executed! Johnny picks up BK and drags him to a corner, while Brian drags Shane to the center of the ring. Wait, what's this!?" MASTERS: "That's Lauren! And damn, is she hot! That skirt compliments her quite well!" DANIELS: "But what is she doing out here, all managers and the like were banned from ringside! And why does she have a Singapore cane!?" The Crowd: "SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!" MASTERS: "These limey bastards have no respect or class!" DANIELS: "You're one to talk! Brian locks Shane up..." * THUNK! * DANIELS: "Pumphandle slam into a tombstone piledriver! He calls that the aptly 'This Is What I Did To Your Mother Last Night'!" MASTERS: "Arrogant bastard." DANIELS: "He is a confident man, that's for sure. Now it's Monroe's turn, as he drags Havok to the center. Wait, Monroe sees Lauren and stops! Lauren is at ringside now, jawjacking it up... her high pitched voice easily heard throughout the arena. The referees are trying to get her to leave, but she wards them off with that cane!" MASTERS: "That's not important, watch what's in the ring, Jarred! Havok has low blowed Monroe as the other four are pre-occupied! Havok is a genius. Lauren completely distracted Mike enough for him to recover just the bit he needed to turn this thing around." DANIELS: "While Blaze and Kerosene are in control of Shane and BK, Jacob has taken control of Mike. Blaze is stomping on Shane in a corner, Johnny is pushing BK's face into the cage, neither man seeing Jacob pounding on Mike." MASTERS: "I can't take my eyes off of Lauren, so beautiful. I love a woman wielding a big stick, Daniels." DANIELS: "I bet you do. She is eyeing the action closely, cheering on her man Havok. Havok picks up Mike.. Back suplex!" MASTERS: "All men are groggy as all get out, blood is everywhere. Blaze picks up Shane from the corner. Havok slams Mike back down with a bodyslam, and I think he's going up top!" DANIELS: "While Johnny continues neutralizing BK in a corner, Blaze has Shane up. He throws him to a neutral corner, and begins lifting him up to the second turnbuckle. Jacob is all the way up now, and this crowd has NOT stopped it's intensity! Brian joins Shane up, Shane tries to fight it off but Brian is just too much... Brian is going for the Celine Dion Driver!" MASTERS: "And Havok is going for a big move too! He leaps!" DANIELS: "Brian hits it!" * THUD! * * THUD! * MASTERS: "Havok hits a perfectly placed frog splash! He's covering Mike!" DANIELS: "Brain nailed that Swinging Neckbreaker from the second rope, HE'S going for the cover as well!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . I can't -- There's two pins taking place, I can't make the count!" MASTERS: "WHAT!?!" DANIELS: "No count is made!" MASTERS: "DO YOUR JOB POWERS!!" DANIELS: "He's trying! I think he made the right call! Havok is up, confused and pissed, Brian sees that he's up... Brian goes to grab him, but Jacob rakes his eyes. What's this! We don't need that in there!" MASTERS: "Lauren is pushing that Singapore cane through the cage wall, yes! Now it's time to end this!" DANIELS: "This is an outrage! Havok sees it and gets it... He has the cane in his hand! Wait! Coming down to the ring! IT'S TATUM REGAN!!" MASTERS: "Well, what does she want!?" Tatum, with short hair and a black and white outfit, runs down to the ring and attacks Lauren from behind. They begin brawling in a good old fashioned catfight, with security eventually breaking them up. MASTERS: "She's a little too late, why didn't she come out here sooner?" DANIELS: "Because it's RIGHT to follow RULES!" MASTERS: "Horseshit!" * THWACK! * DANIELS: "Havok just caned Blaze in his bloody face! Johnny turns around..." * THWACK! * MASTERS: "The idiot from England gets it too!" DANIELS: "Havok turns to Mike... but gets a kick in the gut, from a desperate and ravaged Monroe! Havok drops the cane! Mike with another kick! The four other men are all laid out! It might be between these two men right here, and it would be such a fitting end if it were!" MASTERS: "I must agree, it's all based on this relationship... this twisted, mangled former friendship. Mike throws Havok into the ropes... and so hard, Havok crashes into the cage wall with his back!" * CLASH! * MASTERS: "Where is he getting the strength!? He looks like he's been killed TWICE!" DANIELS: "He kicks Havok in the gut again! Monroe throws his body to the ropes for leverage... spins... Roaring elbow! MIKE IS GOING FOR THE COVER!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . ." MASTERS: "HAVOK KICKED OUT!" DANIELS: "How do these guys keep going!? This is insane!" MASTERS: "I've never seen such grit! This is amazing." DANIELS: "Mike picks Havok back up... throw to the ropes, no, reversal... Mike ducks for the back body drop, Jacob kicks him in the chest! Jacob drops Mike to his knees... he backs up... SHINING WIZARD! JACOB GOES FOR THE COVER!!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . ." MASTERS: "DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, HE KICKED OUT! What is it going to take!? I tell ya, this Monroe fella, he's earned my respect tonight." DANIELS, sarcastically: "Well, if he loses, at least he has THAT, William." MASTERS: "Well, he IS going to lose, so yes, at least he DOES! Ass!" DANIELS: "The four others are STILL down, but it looks like Kirkland is making the most movement. Havok punches Mike a few times, and picks him up... he's going for another power bomb it looks like! He lifts him up... no, Mike blocks it.. Mike lifts up! No, Havok blocks it... Havok tries again, lifts Mike up... and Mike punches him in the head repeatedly as he is lifted up, causing Havok to drop him! Mike kicks Havok in the gut... sets him up... WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER! THE COVER!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . ." MASTERS: "HOLY HELL HE KICKED OUT." DANIELS: "I am just... wow, what an even this is! Mike picks Havok back up... he throws him to the ropes... no, reversal..." * CRACK! * MASTERS: "KIRKLAND JUST BLINDSIDED MONROE WITH A CRACK OF THAT CANE! I didn't see him get up!" DANIELS: "Neither did I! Monroe stumbles back... Havok turns him around... kick to the gut! THIS IS IT! DIFH!!!!!" * THUD! * MASTERS: "IT'S OVER!" POWERS on the mic: "ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . THREE!!!!!!!!!!" * DING DING DING * DANIELS: "OH MY GOD! THE CROWD IS IN A STATE OF SHOCK! BEAUTIFUL AGONY IS DEAD!" MASTERS: "AND YOUTHFUL AGGRESSION PREVAIL!! I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!!" DANIELS: "Even Towers is stunned!" TOWERS: "Lad-Ladies and gentlemen... your winners... Youthful Aggression!" The Crowd: "BOOO!!!!!!" TOWERS, holding her ear piece: "And... And.. I'm being told that due to Havok now owning the rights to the name Beautiful Agony... I... Oh, boy... I'm being told on good authority that CZW will from here on out recognize the stable that once was Beautiful Agony as.... defect. The group is no longer together." DANIELS: "Oh no." MASTERS: "Damn, I knew it was gonna end like this, I knew it!" DANIELS: "There are children and women crying in the stands, this is just an absolute shock. This team was a staple in CZW. I, for one, will miss it." MASTERS: "It's a shame, but life moves on. These guys can buck up, and get their asses beat some more on another day." DANIELS: "That's just.. Oh! YA aren't done! As the cage is being removed by the ring crew, YA and BA begin brawling once more!" MASTERS: "Why aren't these guys dead!? They want more!?" DANIELS: "The well trained crew have removed one side of the cage wall, and begin dissecting it to smaller pieces... Shane is on Johnny, Kirkland is on Blaze, Havok is on Monroe... Shane throws Johnny to the ropes... Johnny holds on! Shane comes running... Johnny back drops Shane over the ropes, on the open side of the cage! Shane goes crashing down onto the floor!" MASTERS: "Someone go check on him! He's bleeding!" DANIELS: "They're ALL bleeding! Kirkland tries to kick Brian in the gut, but Brian catches it... BK with an enziguri, NO! BB ducks! BB picks him up from behind... RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!! BK lands on the back of his neck, and rolls to the outside while clutching it!" MASTERS: "Havok, look around you!" DANIELS: "Johnny and BB stand looking at Havok, who slowly looks around.. He notices that Mike is not dazed, and looking right at him even though he was just punching him... Havok begs off... They all three attack!" MASTERS: "It's a Gang Bang, someone call the police!" DANIELS: "After a plethora of punches, BB and Johnny hold him up while Mike goes to the side of the ring that the crew just took down the second wall from, and goes to th apron... They hold Havok, Mike positions..." * THUD! * DANIELS: "SHOCK TRAUMA! 720 DDT! Havok is motionless in the middle of the ring! The crowd is livid but supporting!" The Crowd: "BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL!" DANIELS: "Mike, BB, and Johnny look at each other, all knowing what this means. Wait, here comes the fourth member! Eddie Rowan comes down to the ring!" MASTERS: "Here come the waterworks." DANIELS: "Eddie enters the ring, and all four men are quite emotional... The crowd is still in a state of shock, as are what used to be BA it seems." MASTERS: "This is a beginning of a new era in CZW. The Beautiful Agony-less era!" DANIELS: "No respect. The crowd is overwhelmed when all four men hug each other. Take a curtain call boys." All four men hug each for a moment, with the crowd still chanting. They then sprawl out, and hold each other's hands up in the air. Mike is the most overwhelmed of the group. The crew has removed all sides of the cage now, and are cleaning up. Music never played at the conclusion of the match. The group slowly, and dramatically, begin leaving the ring. Havok is still laid out in the middle of it. Shane and Kirkland are still down and out on the floor. The boys do another stance for the crowd, perhaps the last time all four will be together, and many cameras are going off. DANIELS: "Such an epic night, such an extravagant evening... We've seen some triumphs, and now we've seen tragedy. We still have two major matches to go tonight, and we still are awaiting to hear from CZW chairman, Derek Damage. While the ring crew finish cleaning up, and YA make their way to the back, let's roll a video package highlighting the feud that Mike King and Kimo Newton have had over the last few months, and how it all broils down to this CZW Intercontinental title match."
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-=- CZW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH! -=-
***** TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first.. from Buckeye, Arizona.. weighing in at 210lbs.. he is the CZW Intercontinental Champion.. MIIIIIKE KIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!! King steps out through the curtain, and immediately attention is drawn to his head, concealed as it is behind his old KING! mask. DANIELS: Well, he spoke during the week about how he wanted to bring the "monster" back for one time only, and there you see it! KING! has returned to the CZW! MASTERS: I believe it's pronounced.. KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! ..Jarred. DANIELS: Well that was coined by El Pablo.. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear you so supportive of something he's done. MASTERS: No, I.. well.. I mean... King hoists the belt above his head, gazing through the mask at the CZW fans, continuing to give him the ovation he's long since grown accustomed to. He turns his attentions to the ring, and slowly starts to make his way down the ramp. DANIELS: Obviously a lot of intensity and emotion surrounding the two competitors in this match-up, especially - you'd feel - as far as Mike King is concerned, given the events we just w- *CRUNCH* DANIELS: What the.. Oh my god! Kimo just ambushed King on the rampway, with a tyre iron right into the back of his knee! The music is abruptly shut off as King drops onto his back, clutching his knee with a grimace. Kimo stares down at him, an intense look in his eyes as he grips the iron tightly in his fist. He swings the weapon down again, driving it into King's hands and knee, then begins repeatedly clubbing him up and down his legs and torso. DANIELS: FOR GOD'S SAKES, SOMEBODY STOP HIM! MASTERS: What do you expect them to do, Jarred? The referee can't do anything, the match hasn't even started yet! DANIELS: Well I don't know, security, police, something!? Kimo's completely out of control here! MASTERS: What, and deny the fans one of the main bookings on our flagship Pay-Per-View? Yeah, REAL smart business there Jarred, you bloody imbecile! Kimo hauls MK to his feet and drags him up the ramp onto the stage. He grabs him by the wrist, and Irish whips him against the metal structure of the CombatTron just to the side of the entranceway. King collides face-first with the steel, and crumples down to the floor, twisting slightly as he falls to land seated, propped him against the same piece of structure he hit. Kimo steps back towards the top of the ramp, spinning the iron slowly around his fingers. He then grips it in both hands, weilding it almost like a baseball bat. DANIELS: Oh my god.. no! No, Kimo! MASTERS: Batter up! DANIELS: He's gonna crush Mike King's skull! That does indeed to be on Kimo's mind. After a brief pause, he charges, swinging the iron with a sickening crack.. against the staging. DANIELS: NOO- Oh, thank god! King moved out of the way, just in the BAH GAWD nick of time! Kimo backs up, clutching his wrist slightly, the impact obviously having done some slight damage to his own body. He turns round.. straight into a right hand from King, who has hobbled back to his feet. Kimo reels back, as King follows up with three more hard shots to the face, leaving Kimo reeling. King backs up, then charges, Roaring Elbow.. no, Kimo ducks! Mike turns back around.. *CRUNCH* ..and is NAILED right between the eyes with the tyre iron! MASTERS: FORE! DANIELS: The sickening crack of solid metal hitting a human skull.. folks, this thing could already be over! Kimo stares down at the unconscious body of Mike King, that same intense look on his face. He tosses the tyre iron off the edge of the stage.. and then turns and heads back through the curtain. MASTERS: What are you doing!? The ring's this way, you dolt!!! DANIELS: Is that it? Is the match over? MASTERS: Technically it never started... The crowd begins to jeer, obviously disappointed at the prospect of this match being cut short/not starting at all. Suddenly, however, "Unreal" by Ill Nino hits the soundsystem. The crowd looks around in confusion for a few moments, until Kimo swaggers back out onto the stage, a microphone pressed to his lips. KIMO: And his opponent.. weighing in at 195lbs.. KIMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEWTON!!!!! The boos become more intense, the fans obviously not a fan of the smug arrogance currently being displayed by Kimo. DANIELS: What a pompous ass! MASTERS: What's that about his ass? Kimo takes a moment to show his displeasure at the fans' response, then charges over and punts King, who had just got up to all fours, in the stomach, knocking him right back down. He then slams the microphone into King's head, before hauling him back to his feet. Kimo glances out over the edge of the stage, perhaps contemplating a repeat of Overdrive in Morgantown.. however, he instead turns away, leading King through the curtain into the back. MASTERS: NOW where are they going!? DANIELS: Kimo's taking this fight to the back.. someone get a camera back there! The scene lingers on the action-less arena for a few moments, before we finally catch up with the two competitors in the back. Kimo leads King down the corridor, intermittently slamming him into the walls to keep him groggy. After a few moments, they come across the obligatory buffet tables. Kimo whips King, hoisting him up and sliding him onto the tables, the various dishes crashing onto the floor. Kimo slams King's face into a metal serving dish, then steps back and turns to a supply closet just across the hall. He rips the door open, and steps inside, the sound of banging and clanging echoing out before he re-appears, clutching a broom. He steps back over to the tables, and begins bringing the broom down on King's body, ultimately getting so much force behind it the handle snaps in half. Suddenly, he gets rugby-tackled to the floor by an outside intruder. DANIELS: Wait a second.. someone just took Kimo out there! MASTERS: SHENANIGANS!!! The assailant begins putting the boots to Kimo, as the camera swings round to show his face... DANIELS: It's Tolwar! Chris Tolwar! Mike King's protoge! Tolwar turns around, and spies a steel chair sat propped up beside a vending machine. He heads over to it, but before he can get there, Kimo jumps on him, wrapping an electrical cable around his neck. Tolwar thrashes about, desperately trying to free up his windpipe, but Kimo manages to drag him down to a seated position. Suddenly, a loud hiss leads to a billow of white smoke slapping Kimo in the face and engulfing the entire corridor. DANIELS: What the.. A second passes before King stumbles out of the fog, fire extinguisher in hand. DANIELS: King with a fire extinguisher! Desperately trying to buy himself some time, and to try and get some offence! King drops the extinguisher, and picks up the same chair that Tolwar had his eye on. He turns, and just as Kimo makes his own way into view.. *SMASH!* DANIELS: Good LORD! Kimo just got decapitated! Kimo crumples to the floor, but King doesn't let up, smashing the chair over and over again into the torso of his opponent. Kimo tries to half-crawl, half-roll away down the corridor, desperate to escape King's attempt at retribution. King does eventually appear to relent, slamming the chair down onto the floor.. however, he then grabs the vending machine! DANIELS: Oh my god NO!!! *CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!* Sparks fly as the vending machine collides with the concrete floor, Kimo having dived out of the way just in the nick of time! He slowly staggers back to his feet, his eyes wide in shock at what so very nearly happened.. although his thoughts are cut short by King diving off the downed machine and taking Kimo back to the floor with a Thesz Press, instantly laying into him with vicious right hands. DANIELS: The beast has well and truly awoken now! MASTERS: Put that thing away, Jarred!!! DANIELS: ... After a good few seconds of punishment, King gets back to his feet, pulling Kimo up with him. He slams him face-first into the wall, then flings him across the corridor.. right into the cameraman, who had unwittingly stepped into Kimo's flight path. The camera crashes to the floor, the screen instantly cutting to static, before being replaced by the following image.
MASTERS: Bloody imbecile! DANIELS: Folks, we apologise for losing the feed there, obviously we ARE live, so anything can and will happen! We'll try and get things back up and running as soon as we can, we just ask that you bear with us for the time being. While we wait.. what are your opinions on the match - or events, at least - so far, William? MASTERS: Ohhh no! Just because some half-wit in the back failed to do his job properly, does NOT mean I'm going to indulge in an actual conversation with you, Jarred! DANIELS: Well what do you suggest!? We just sit here in silence until things get up and running again? MASTERS: You can do what you want, Jarred.. I'M going to pre-occupy myself by reading the latest edition of Playboy magazine! DANIELS: ..I'm pretty sure that says "Chippendales"... MASTERS: ..Jarred, I've told you a million times, STOP mixing your magazines in with mine!!! DANIELS: Sure sure.. clever... MASTERS: Anyway, it looks as though we may be back in business! DANIELS: Wha.. I don't see anything on the screen... MASTERS: Block 23. The screen promptly flickers back into life, revealing that King and Kimo have made their way to one of the stairways leading into the main arena. King still appears to be in control, throwing Kimo to the ground. He bides his time for a moment, until Kimo starts to pick himself up.. *CRACK!* DANIELS: Good LORD.. King just punted Kimo right in the chin.. and right down the stairs! King follows down a few steps behind Kimo, occasionally giving him another kick to "help" him on his way. He stops about 10 steps from the bottom, watching as Kimo completes his descent. King once again takes the opportunity to pause for breath, as Kimo very slowly starts to pick himself up. He stands vaguely upright, and King takes flight, leaping off of the stairs.. right into a loaded food tray to the face. DANIELS: OH! Great awareness from Kimo there! MASTERS: I hope that guy bought free refills! Kimo stumbles away down the aisle, as King tries to clear the combination of meat and sauce from his face. He picks himself up, and gives chase. In desperation, a still-suffering Kimo throws a chair, but King easily side-steps. He grabs Kimo by the hair, and spins him round.. as Kimo launches a fist-full of salt right into King's eyes. DANIELS: A low-down, dirty, desperate trick by Kimo Newton there! MASTERS: BUT, all legal, especially as the match STILL hasn't officially started! DANIELS: No denying that, anything goes in CZW.. and anywhere else, for that matter, if the opening bell has yet to be rung! As King staggers around blind, Kimo slowly pulls himself up to his feet once again. He watches King struggle for a moment, a smirk on his face, then kicks him in the stomach, executing.. DANIELS: BAH GAWD! A T-Bone Suplex, right on the concrete!!! MASTERS: Poor KING! King lands right by the barricade, which Kimo promptly picks him up and dumps him over, before climbing over himself. He rolls King into the ring, then follows in behind, as the referee - FINALLY - calls for the opening bell. DING DING!!! DANIELS: There's the bell.. and Kimo with the cover! This could be the fastest title match in CZW history!!! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICK OUT!!! DANIELS: NO! RIGHT AT THE LAST BAH GAWD SECOND! Kimo pounds the mat in frustration, and starts yelling at the referee. As always, it makes no difference, so Kimo reluctantly gets back to his feet. As he does so, he spots a chair set up in the centre of the ring, upon which the referee had been sitting while the carnage was going on outside. He steps over to it, and sees a shiny, almost-new iPad sat on the seat. A wicked grin spreads across Kimo's face, as he bends down and picks it up. MASTERS: This is no time for games! Finish him off!!! The referee is almost on his knees, begging Kimo not to do whatever it is he's thinking of. Unpeturbed, Kimo turns and watches as King slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. He pushes himself off, and turns around.. *SMASH!!!* MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!! DANIELS: BAH GAWD!!! KIMO JUST SMASHED THAT IPAD OVER MIKE KING'S SKULL!!! King crumples to the mat, bits of screen, circuitboard and plastic casing showering both him and the ring. Kimo tosses what remains of the iPad aside, and drops down for another cover.. DANIELS: Another cover attempt, that surely is it now! MASTERS: But wait, the referee is REFUSING to count the pin! DANIELS: He looks almost close to tears.. and you have to sympathise with him, Kimo showing absolutely NO regard for a man's personal property here tonight! MASTERS: Oh boo hoo! Be professional and do your job! It's not like CZW doesn't pay him well enough to afford another one within a month anyway! Kimo glares over at the referee, who is sat on all fours, grasping at the fragmented pieces of his precious iPad. He jumps back to his feet and storms over, grabbing the referee by the scruff of the neck. Abusive words are thrown - in both direction - before Kimo hauls the referee to his feet. MASTERS: This won't end well... Kimo kicks the referee hard in the stomach.. and then hits him with a devestating Reality Check! DANIELS: REALITY CHECK! REALITY CHECK! ON THE REFEREE! FOR GOD'S SAKE!!! MASTERS: Told you! Kimo picks the referee back up again, and dumps him over the top rope to the outside. He then calls for a microphone, turning to face the CombatTron, the boos from the crowd now almost deafening. KIMO: Somebody send me out a referee who's gonna do his fucking job!!! ... That means NOW, motherfuckers!!! ... Theresa Baines, I know you're watching this right now! Bring me out a referee who ain't gonna be a bitch!!! DANIELS: It's a big arena, you jackass! After a few moments, referee Jason Humel appears, jogging down the ramp. He stops short, and tries to appease Kimo, who responds by throwing the microphone at his feet, and beckoning for him to come in as he steps back from the ropes. Nervously, Humel pulls himself into the ring. DANIELS: Well there's the new official, now let's see if we can.. wait a second, MIKE KING! *THUD* DANIELS: KING KRASH! HE HITS THE KING KRASH! CAN HE CAPITALIZE!? No. Both men now lie motionless in the centre of the ring. When King eventually does move, it is away from Kimo, towards the corner of the ring. He slowly pulls himself to his feet, some of the crowd actually willing him on. He props himself up in the corner, watching as Kimo starts crawling towards the opposite corner. DANIELS: Both these men have had so much taken out of them already, which one is gonna be able to get the advantage now? Kimo pulls himself up, and as he steps out of the corner, King charges. He goes for a spear, but Kimo somehow finds the energy to vault over him, leaving King with nowhere to go but straight into the turnbuckle. DANIELS: Bah Gawd, where the hell did Kimo pull that out from!? Kimo peels King off the turnbuckle, and starts fiddling with the ties on the back of his mask. King tries to resist, but unsuccessfully, as Kimo whips it off and dumps it out of the ring. He picks King up, blood now clearly visible over much of the champ's face. DANIELS: And King has been busted open.. who knows how long. Kimo throws a few fists into King's face, before pulling him away from the corner and whipping him off the ropes.. but King counters! Kimo rebounds, and King attempts a clothesline.. Kimo dodges, and attempts a headscissor takedown.. but King catches him, throwing his knees up and hitting a reverse codebreaker. DANIELS: What a counter there by King! MASTERS: That's why he's the champion, Jarred! DANIELS: That was unbelievable! Kimo lies coughing and spluttering on the mat, as King climbs back to his feet. Suddenly, he notices that his mask has been removed, and starts remonstrating with the referee. DANIELS: King obviously not happy about something here.. A cameraman gets right up close to the ring, attempting to listen in on the conversation. KING: ..mask off! That's a disqualification! HUMEL: No DQ! KING: I'm telling you, man! In Mexico, it's an auto-disqualification! Period! HUMEL: In Mexico. KING: Yes! HUMEL: This is Chicago. King shrugs. HUMEL: No DQ! Come on! Do this thing properly! Frustrated, King turns around, and stomps a rising Kimo in the temple. He hauls him to his feet, and hits his White Lion (Tiger) Driver, Kimo landing by the ropes. King gets back up, and hits the Badd (Arabian) Press, following up with a pin attempt.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK-OUT! King gets back up, and props Kimo up in the corner. He chokes him for a few seconds, then gives him a hard slap across the face. CROWD: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! DANIELS: MAN! King slapping the taste right out of Kimo's mouth! King follows up with a knife-edge chop across the chest. CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Then another slap. CROWD: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Then another chop. CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Slap. CROWD: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Chop. CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Slap. CROWD: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Chop. CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! A spinning open-handed backfist, and as Kimo stumbles forwards, a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. DANIELS: The Badd Company combo! And the crowd, bizarrely, appear to be enjoying it! MASTERS: Maybe they're finally realising what a talented competitor Mike King is! DANIELS: I think it's more likely they've realised what an asshole Kimo Newton is. MASTERS: Rubbish!!! With Kimo down once again, King steps out onto the apron, and begins to climb the turnbuckle. DANIELS: King going up top, what's he looking for here. King slowly stands, and leaps off, looking for a double stomp.. but Kimo rolls out of the way! King manages to roll through it though, and gets back to his feet.. just as Kimo charges at him.. but King manages to sidestep, sending Kimo crashing chest-first into the turnbuckle. Kimo rebounds, and turns... *THUD!* DANIELS: SPEAR! SPEAR FROM KING! Without pausing for breath, King hauls Kimo back to his feet. He steps behind, and hits a cross-armed German suplex. Still not done, King slowly rolls through, executing the final stage of the KING combo.. a wrist-clutch sitout powerbomb. DANIELS: KING COMBO! The very combination that put Kimo away the last time these two met! MASTERS: And shall do once again! King covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICK OUT! MASTERS: HE WINS!!! DANIELS: NO! BAH GAWD KIMO KICKED OUT! MASTERS: WHAT!?!? DANIELS: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! KING CAN'T BELIEVE IT! BAH GAWD I DON'T THINK EVEN KIMO CAN BELIEVE IT!!! King pleads with the referee, adamant that it should have been a three-count. He stares open-mouthed at Kimo, his fingers twisted amongst his blood-soaked hair. DANIELS: What is it gonna take? What does Mike King have to do to put Kimo away, and retain his Intercontinental Championship? MASTERS: ..Murder him? King suddenly rolls out of the ring, and lifts the apron. DANIELS: King may be about to do just that, William. After a few seconds of searching, King reappears, pulling with him.. DANIELS: Oh. My. God. MASTERS: He IS gonna murder him! DANIELS: A wooden table, wrapped from port to starboard in barbed wire! These two guys are gonna kill each other! King slides the table under the ropes into the ring, the fans clearly excited at the prospect of what might be to come. He steps round to the other side of the ring, and crawls in. He steps towards the table, but his attention is suddenly distracted by the same steel chair from earlier hurtling towards his face. King throws his hands up, and manages to catch it.. but this only blinds him to the foot that comes flying up a split-second later, driving the chair right into his face. DANIELS: Kimo with a superkick, from out of nowhere!!! King flops backwards to the floor, the chair landing on top of his face. Seizing the opportunity, Kimo charges out onto the apron, then leaps up onto the top rope, springboarding off with a leg drop, crushing King's head under the chair. DANIELS: Damn, you'd have to wonder if King's gonna have any brain cells left after this match! MASTERS: He'd still have 2 more than Kimo. Kimo looks to go for the cover.. but then spies the table, still lying at the side of the ring. He sets it up, and positions it just in front of one of the turnbuckles. DANIELS: My god, what's Kimo thinking here? Satisfied with the position of the table, Kimo drags King over to the corner. He steps out onto the apron again, and begins to climb the turnbuckle, still keeping hold of King. He tries to haul King up with him, but struggles against the deadweight being offered in response. Suddenly, MK's head flops backwards.. PFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!!!!!! DANIELS: THE MIST! KING JUST SPAT A MOUTHFUL OF YELLOW MIST INTO THE FACE OF KIMO NEWTON!!! With Kimo seemingly frozen in position, King leaps through the ropes and begins to climb the other side of the turnbuckle. He hauls Kimo up, and shoves his head between his legs. DANIELS: Oh god, no! With both men perched on the top rope, King hooks Kimo's arms.. DANIELS: This is insane!!! ..and, with a final roar, hits a modified Tiger Flowsion, sending both men crashing through the table. DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MOVE WAS, BUT IT'S JUST DAMN NEAR KILLED KIMO NEWTON AND MIKE KING!!! CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! With both men's bodies broken and bleeding.. King drapes an arm over Kimo's chest. ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - - - THREE!!!!! DING DING DING! DANIELS: IT'S OVER! FINALLY.. MERCIFULLY.. IT'S OVER!!! TOWERS: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AND STILL CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.. MIIIIIIIIIIKE KIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!! "Welt" by AM Conspiracy starts up again, as EMTs charge down to the ring and start attempting to untangle the two men from the wreckage of the table. King eventually rolls clear, lying face-up in the centre of the ring as the referee hands him his title belt. King clutches it tightly to his chest, the emotion on his face clearly evident. DANIELS: What a war.. what a war these two went through here tonight. I may not agree with the actions and attitudes of either of them, but both competitors deserve a HELL of a lot of respect for pulling that sort of display out! MASTERS: Match of the night so far, I'd say, and we haven't exactly been short of highlights! DANIELS: No doubt there, William, no doubt at all! Finally, King summons up the strength to roll out of the ring, and begins to make his way up the ramp, the crowd on their feet in unbiased appreciation of the champion's efforts. King responds by raising the belt above his head, as high as his broken body will allow, before disappearing through the curtain one final time. Back in the ring, Kimo has started to stir, the EMTs clearing the remnants of King's mist from his eyes. Suddenly, Kimo shoves them off, the men backing away as he gingerly makes his way back to his feet. Like a soldier defeated in battle, Kimo holds his head looking down at the ground. Jarred: Clearly Kimo is not happy with the way things went in this match. Masters: Get up you big baby!!! Kimo Newton gets up and rolls out of the ring shaking like a mad man. The look of pure rage on his face is as evident as ever. Jarred: Folks I don’t know what Kimo is doing but he looks like he’s about to explode at any second. Suddenly Kimo lets out a barbaric scream as he jumps the barricade and pounces on a fan hitting him with punch after punch after punch. Jarred: Oh my god that’s a fan!!! Someone stop this lunatic!!! Masters: Kimo Newton has officially turned tides here folks! I can’t believe it but this guy just a few weeks ago was one of this federations most beloved stars! Kimo grabs the fan tossing him over the barricade. He turns around and super kicks another fan knocking him out cold. Kimo grabs a chair and swings for the fences cracking another fan in the head with it. Jarred: Kimo Newton has officially snapped!!!!!! Where the hell is security?! A security guard approaches only to get the chair wrapped around his head. Garbage is flying everywhere as security has officially completely and utterly lost control. Masters: I am seriously questioning my safety here! Jarred: A steel chair was just thrown into the ring! This is like that Detroit basketball game all over again! Masters: Look at what Theresa Baines has unleashed inside this kid! Grabbing another fan Kimo head butts him and clotheslines him over the barricade. Kimo jumps over the barricade and reaches under the ring. Jarred: This is enough Kimo!!! *SMASH!!!* Master: Fluorescent light tube over the head of some fan!!!! OH SHIT!!!! FANS ARE JUMPING THE BARRICADE NOW!!! Jarred: I’m outta here!!!! Masters: You and me both!!!! As the arena completely loses itself the camera man shuts the camera off so they can regain control of the show. PLEASE STAND BY!!!! WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!!! ***** We return and the riot has been brought under control. All of a sudden, the lights in the arena go out. The crowd starts to murmur in anticipation, and finally, the CZW-tron flickers to life. All you see is a picture of Sean Hustle. Suddenly, it changes to a picture of El Pablo.. Matt Stylez... Karl Jackson... Krimson Blaze... Gregory Grantham... Kris Kash... Eric Collum... Jesse Montana... Ace King... Shawn Waters... and finally, Mike King… Then the picture of King fades inside of a picture of an eye. The eye twitches, and the pictures start moving in rapid motion, one after another, until the eye blinks.... And inside the eye, is a picture on a man, hood on his head.... No one man should have the power to defeat all these CZW greats…. …but this man does…..and he’ll see you next week on HIS show, the one that HE named. 21st Century Schizoid Man… …then the lights come back up, in the ring is a small card…and on that card…an Ankh with angel wings on either side.
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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
***** Daniels: “Fans, we apologize for the break there. We had a near-riot on our hands after that match!” Masters: “I was afraid for my life there for a moment! They could’ve taken you out, though. I could’ve handled this match on my own!” Daniels: “Yeah, and suddenly everyone would be demanding their money back!” Masters: “Anyway, the situation has been handled…now let’s go to the lovely Jessica Towers in the ring for the match we’ve ALL been waiting for!” Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is tonight’s MAIN EVENT!! This contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a FOUR WAY RIOT MATCH…contested for the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!” The deafening roar of the crowd is drowned out by the opening of Slayer’s “Bloodline.” At that same time, a brilliant and rapid-fire strobe light flares up on the stage, within which the muscular form of Maynard O’Toole with his sledgehammer can be made out. O’Toole strides to the ring slowly, his movements seeming more threatening and exaggerated due to the flaring strobe. Towers: “Introducing the first challenger, hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina, he is ‘the OGT,’ MAYNARD…O’TOOLE!!” Maynard enters the ring via the steps, holding his sledgehammer over his head. He places the weapon in the corner and turns to face the stage as the strobe slowly dies out and the house lights return to normal. At that, the Godzilla theme plays, which is then drowned out by the sound of a loud motor of some sort. Moments later, a massive MONSTER TRUCK with the word ‘GODZILLA’ painted on either side and a reptilian monster’s face on the hood cruises out from a passage beside the stage! The truck drives slowly up to the ramp and we see Godzilla begin hanging out of the passenger-side door, taunting his opponent! Towers: “And challenger number two, from Grand Rapids, Michigan, GODZILLA…SAWYER!!” Sawyer climbs down and finishes the walk to the ring on foot as the massive vehicle pulls back and out of sight. Sawyer enters the ring and stands in the corner opposite Maynard, a smug look on his face. That look disappears…from view at least, as the houselights darken to pitch blackness and “Tearing the Veil From Grace” begins to play. After several moments, a figure is seen, wreathed in an eerie blue light, descending from the rafters!! Mortius appears to be floating down slowly from the ceiling, his feet finally touching the mat right in the center of the ring! Towers: “The third challenger, from San Antonio, Texas…he is ‘the Shadow of CZW,’ MORTIUS!!” Mortius looks from O’Toole to Sawyer with an icy glare before he steps back to a neutral corner, unfastening his buckled surcoat. A lengthy pause ensues, before the sound of gradually-growing feedback is heard and a group of about two-dozen men in full riot gear rush out from the back, lining up down either side of the entranceway. This causes a bit of confusion for a moment and then, suddenly a spotlight is shone to the far left of the stage. Wasting no further time, the band Godflesh, there LIVE, break into their song “Streetcleaner!” Moments later, Alan and Hellena make their way out onto the ramp, hand in hand. Pausing for only a moment, the duo head towards the ring, passing by all of the armored figures. Towers: “And finally, introducing the champion…he hails from Wichita, Kansas, your CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ‘the Sadistic Solution,’ ALAN…FISCUS!!” Fiscus enters the ring, holding his belt high and staring defiantly to each of his opponents in turn, assuring them in an almost wild-eyed frenzy that the belt belongs to only him. Two referees, Jason Humel and Darrin Powers will be following the action due to the chaotic nature of the match. Powers displays the belt for the crowd as Alan makes his way to the final corner. After passing the belt to the outside, Powers takes his place in the ring while Humel watches from outside. The tension is beyond thick in the air at this point, and finally, the moment we’ve all be waiting for arrives as Darrin Powers calls for the bell! *DING-DING!* The bell rings, and all four men rush eachother...only for Sawyer to check his advance and back off into the corner. Daniels: "Godzilla Sawyer backing off and letting the others get started without him! Fiscus, O'Toole and Mortius now going at it, all three trading punches! Mortius now with the advantage, overpowering both Fiscus and Maynard, alternately hitting each man with those big right hands! He has them staggered, OH! Fiscus and Maynard with stereo boots to the gut! They hook him up for a double suplex...blocked! Mortius adjusts position...DOUBLE DDT!!” Masters: “And, like the brilliant mind he is, Sawyer takes the opportunity to pounce, taking Mortius out with a big clothesline! Godzilla stomps Maynard while he’s down, and now grabs Alan, whipping him into the turnbuckle!” Daniels: “I’m not opposed to ANYONE beating on Fiscus, even Sawyer!” Sawyer charges in, crashing into the World Champion with a huge body splash, backing off and rushing in with a second! Moving all the way across the ring into the opposite corner, Sawyer points at Fiscus and then charges in with a head of steam, leaping into the corner with a third massive body splash! Sawyer steps back and Fiscus slowly staggers out of the corner...and flops down onto the mat face-first! Daniels: “HA HA HA! I love it!” Mortius is back up, getting set to go after Sawyer, but O’Toole BLINDSIDES him with a big roundhouse! Mortius slumps onto the ropes, and Maynard follows up with a big lariat, taking Mortius over the ropes and to the outside! Daniels: "The OGT sends Mortius out to the floor, turning his attention now to Sawyer as he stomps away at Fiscus. O'Toole with a forearm shot to the back of Godzilla's head, and another! Maynard sends Sawyer into the far ropes with an Irish whip, taking the monster off his feet with a back elbow! Fiscus is pulling himself up in the corner and O'Toole takes notice...charging shoulder block! NO!!" Masters: "Ha, that goon! Fiscus darted out of the way and Maynard flew shoulder-first into the ring post! Alan pulls him out of the corner by the hair and takes him to the mat with a picture-perfect Russian leg-sweep!" Daniels: "Meanwhile, Mortius pulls Sawyer to the outside under the ropes, whipping Godzilla into the barricade!! Measuring him...DEAR LORD!! Mortius with a MASSIVE boot to JA's jaw, kicking him straight OVER the barricade!" Inside the ring, Fiscus takes control of Maynard, dropping a knee over the OGT's face. He pulls O'Toole to his feet and hooks him up for the STD II, but Maynard retaliates with a pair of punches to Alan's ribs, countering the move with a spinning neckbreaker! On the outside, Mortius has clambered over the barricade and pulled Sawyer to his feet, but Zilla responds with an attack out of desperation! Masters: "HA! Sawyer took that kid's soda and flung it into the eyes of Mortius! He quickly takes advantage of the opening by grabbing Mortius by the hair and driving him face-first into the barricade! Sawyer drives him into the steel one more time! He takes a couple steps back and CLOTHESLINES the man over, the momentum carrying both men over the steel and back to ringside in a heap!" Daniels: "O'Toole with Fiscus seated in the corner, yanking on the top rope and choking the life out of him with his boot! Keep on him! Don't stop until he breathes his last!!" Maynard releases the hold, picking Fiscus back up and whipping him into the far side, catching him on the rebound with a massive POWERSLAM!! He hooks the leg for the cover! 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - KICK OUT!! Masters: "Kick out at two! Remember, in the Riot Match, the pin-fall count is FIVE and not three!" Daniels: "Back here in front of us, Mortius and Sawyer are brawling, trading punches back and forth! Sawyer jabs Mortius in the eye and rolls him into the ring! Mortius begins to pull himself up as Maynard puts the boots to Fiscus, now noticing the big monster in the ring. Mortius doesn't see Maynard charge and take him down with a big bulldog! And once again, Sawyer is content to sit back and let the others fight eachother while he takes it easy!" Masters: "It makes perfect sense, really. You look back at all the mind games that Mortius has been playing, but at the moment, Godzilla Sawyer is the real puppet master!" Maynard continues to work over Mortius, driving axe-handle blows down over his back over and over and over again. O'Toole measures him up for another, but Alan rushes him from behind, hooking his arms into a full nelson and exploding back with a snap dragon suplex! Daniels: "DAMMIT Fiscus! And O'Toole landed hard on his head and neck after that shot, he could be seriously hurt!" Masters: "Alan now turns his attention to Mortius, ramming him head-first into the corner, then climbing up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. He hooks his leg around the neck of Mortius and lets himself hang over the other side with a figure-four choke!! Great strategy by the champion in trying to take out this madman!" Daniels: "If there's a madman in this match, it's FISCUS! And he doesn't see Sawyer! Godzilla moves up on Fiscus!!" Sawyer rears back and lights Alan's chest up with a MASSIVE knife-edge chop, sparking a loud chorus of WOOOOOOs from the crowd! Alan breaks the hold, falling onto the ring apron, and Sawyer pushes him back in under the bottom rope before rolling in after him. JA gets back to his feet and blasts Mortius with a chop, staggering him back into the corner! O'Toole has managed to make it back to his feet, but again, Sawyer chops him back to the mat, the crowd woo-ing loudly after each strike! Alan gets back up and Sawyer chops him hard to the chest, starting a rapid-fire chop-fest between Alan and Mortius, picking up speed with each successive attack and causing the crowd to erupt! Crowd: "Woowoowowoowowowowowwooowoowoowooowowowoowoowoowowowowowooooo!" Daniels: "Fiscus and Mortius both slump to the mat after that assault by Sawyer, the only thing I can think to compare that to would be E. Honda's hundred-hand slap from Street Fighter!" Masters: "You play Street Fighter!?" Daniels: "I've won tournaments, bitch." Sawyer paces away from his opponents, shaking his hand and wincing in pain as if he'd hurt himself after the barrage of chops. He then turns around, right into a Maynard O'Toole spinebuster!! Masters: "Bloody goon, playing possum, lying in wait until his opponent was vulnerable!" Daniels: "Funny, when Sawyer does it, you call it brilliant strategy..." Maynard pulls Sawyer back to his feet and Mortius moves up along side him, dramatically grasping Sawyer by the throat. O'Toole then follows suit, both he and Mortius lifting Sawyer and planting him with a DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!! Masters: "Cheating bastards! HA! Take THAT!!" After the chokeslam, Mortius turns to face Fiscus, while O'Toole continues to focus on O'Toole. However, Alan has recovered and moved to the second turnbuckle, leaping off and hitting Mortius with a clothesline and Maynard with a bulldog! Masters: "BEAUTIFUL move there by the champion! Fiscus showing why he IS the best!" Daniels: "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Alan hits the ropes as Sawyer makes it to his feet, taking the big man down with an STO! Maynard gets up slowly and Alan hooks him up with a head and arm suplex, tossing him up and over, the OGT landing hard on his back! Alan gets to his feet and directs his attention to Mortius who has recovered, glaring at him. Mortius stands up tall and he and Alan begin to trade words, each growing more angry by the moment! Daniels: "Here we go! After all the mind games, after all the threats and promises, these two are getting ready to come unglued, and quite frankly, I hope Mortius tears Fiscus in half!" Masters: "It'll never happen!" Fiscus and Mortius explode into one whirlwind of strikes, throwing punches, elbows, forearms and the occasional kick as each man refuses to yield to the other. Finally, Mortius uses his size and power to gain the advantage, rocking Alan against the ropes. He whips the champ to the far side, but Alan reverses sending Mortius in instead... *THWAAACK!!* Daniels: "That HARPY!! Hellena smacks Mortius with a chair to the back! Alan charges in and nails Mortius with a stiff knee to the gut, driving the big man down! NO!! Fiscus has the chair!! *THWAAACK!!* Masters: "Right to the SKULL! Alan covers Mortius!!" 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - KICK OUT!! Daniels: "These guys are hard enough to keep down for a three count, let alone a five! Here on the near side of the ring, Maynard looks to get back into the fight, but Sawyer ambushes him from behind! Atomic Drop Slam!! Sawyer pins O'Toole! 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - KICK OUT!! Alan takes exception to Sawyer attempting to win his title, and charges over with the chair, WAFFLING Sawyer with it, taking him down to the mat like a bag of bricks! Fiscus then takes the chair sideways and drives it down over Maynard's leg over and over again!! Daniels: "That sick son of a bitch!! Driving the chair over and over again right into the quadracep of Maynard!! Mortius is back up, finally!" Mortius regains his feet, a bloody gash on his face. With a sneer, Fiscus rushes him with the battered, bent chair, but Mortius kicks a massive foot forward, booting the steel back into Fiscus' face, eliciting a MASSIVE chorus of cheers from the crowd! Masters: “Oh, no! It looks like Alan is busted open after that last shot!” Daniels: “GOOD! Kick him again! KICK HIM AGAIN!! Wait, Sawyer is going for the cover on O’Toole!!” 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - 4!! - - - - - - -BROKEN UP BY MORTIUS!! Daniels: “Sawyer was a half-second away from the title, but Mortius took notice just in time! Now Mortius pulls Sawyer to his feet, but Godzilla with a thumb to the eye! Now look at Sawyer, clawing at the wound on Mortius’ face!! That’s SICK!!” Masters: “They all want the title, Daniels, they’ll likely do worse before it’s all said and done!” Sawyer takes advantage, hefting the massive man up onto his shoulder and executing a running powerslam with such force that the entire ring seems to shake!! Sawyer then points to the turnbuckle, slowly making his way onto the apron and up to the top! Daniels: “Sawyer is going for the big one here! Could we see the Wrecking Ball!? Sawyer leaps!! OH MY GOD!!” Masters: “That sick freak!!” As Sawyer goes airborn, O’Toole lunges in with his sledgehammer, driving it like a spear into Sawyer’s stomach!! Sawyer crashes and burns, gasping and choking while at the same time clutching his gut in agony!! O’Toole beings to limp over for the pin, but Fiscus has recovered grabbing Maynard from behind, pulling the sledge up and beginning to choke him out mercilessly with the handle across his throat!! Daniels: “Alan with a sick, sick look on his face! I can tell…he’s terrified! Alan is scared of losing this match!” Masters: “Well, he’s the only one standing right now without an axe-handle across his throat, so he doesn’t have too much to worry about at the present!” Daniels: “Maynard is fading…NO! He grabs Alan’s hair and drops! JAWBREAKER!! All four men are down!” Crowd: CZ-DUB!! CZ-DUB!! CZ-DUB!!” Daniels: “We see owner Derek Damage in his luxury seating watching intently. It seems like he’s finally found something to really capture his attention!” Mortius and O’Toole are the first to stir, making it back to their feet. O’Toole hobbles over towards Mortius but Mortius lunges out, grasping Maynard by the throat! O’Toole breaks the hold with a downward swing of his arm and scoops Mortius up, turning and dropping the monster throat-first across the top rope! Fiscus makes it to his feet, but a charging Godzilla shoulder tackles him, both men spilling to the outside, crashing hard to the floor! Godzilla lands on top of Fiscus who seemed to land awkwardly on his neck and Jason Humel slides over for the count! 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - 4!! - - - - - - SHOULDER UP! Daniels: “That son of a bitch…” Masters: “That’s why he’s the champion of YOUR world, Daniels!” In the ring, Mortius has regained his feet, and O’Toole has measured him up, charging in with a spear! O’Toole crashes into the monster, but Mortius steps a foot back, bracing himself. He then hooks Maynard around the waist and hefts him up, diving forward with a massive POWERBOMB!! Daniels: “Dear LORD what power!! Mortius with a diving powerbomb! Here’s the cover!!” 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - 4!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Mortius, his face a crimson mask, snarls in frustration as he slowly stands. On the outside, Sawyer pulls Alan to his feet, but Hellena jumps on his back, clawing and BITING at him! Godzilla struggles with the madwoman hooked to his back, but finally succeeds in maneuvering her onto his shoulders and then lifting her high above his head in a military press! At a loss of what to do, he simply tosses Hellena into the crowd!! Masters: “HEY! You could’ve at least thrown her to me! I would have broken her fall…” Daniels: “I’m sure you would’ve.” Masters: “With my penis.” Daniels: “I GET IT.” The distraction has given Fiscus the opportunity to regain his bearings, and when Zilla turns his attention back to the champ, Alan blasts him with a LOW BLOW!! Fiscus then goes positively berserk, smashing Sawyer into the announce table, then the ring apron, then tossing him shoulder first into the ring post!! Inside the ring, Mortius has O’Toole in the corner. Moving up top, Mortius attempts to power Maynard up over his shoulder… Daniels: “Maynard is definitely in trouble here, it looks like we may see the Mortius Slam!! He has O’Toole up, but Maynard retaliates with a series of elbows to the face! O’Toole drops to the second turnbuckle, now hooking Mortius…Oh dear, here we go…SUPERPLEX!! WHAT A MASSIVE SUPERPLEX!! Mortius and O’Toole are laid out!!” Masters: “Alan continues to make Godzilla pay for placing his hands on Hellena, stomping and kicking him up the entrance ramp!!” Daniels: “Hellena involved HERSELF, jackass, don’t try to pin that on Sawyer!” They fight all the way up onto the stage where Alan whips Sawyer towards the steel frame of the Combat-tron supports, only for Sawyer to reverse it, sending the champ into the metal structure instead! Alan growls in pain and turns around… Masters: “WHAT THE HELL! HOW DID HE DO IT!?!?” Daniels: “Out of nowhere, Sawyer with a FIREBALL TO THE FACE OF ALAN FISCUS!! THE CHAMP IS BURNED!! THE CHAMP IS BURNED!! BURN IN HELL YOU SADISTIC BASTARD!!” Masters: “At least one of us is being impartial! What’s Sawyer doing NOW! Hey! He’s got himself one of the ladders that WASN’T destroyed in the Money in the Bank match!” Sawyer sets the twelve foot ladder up on the stage and then drops down to the floor level, where he finds and sets up a table! In the ring, Manyard pulls Mortius up, hooking his head for a bulldog, but Mortius counters with a belly-to-back suplex! Again, both men lie motionless on the mat. Back on the stage, Sawyer climbs back up to where Alan is still trying to clear his vision from that fireball. However, once again, Hellena attacks, clubbing Sawyer’s ankle with Maynard’s sledge! Daniels: “HOW DID SHE GET BACK OUT HERE!” Masters: “She’s crafty, Daniels! And stealthy like a ninja!” Daniels: “More like a black-magic using WITCH!” Masters: “She’s like a…sneaky…witch thief! That’s so hot…” Sawyer howls in pain, and Alan grabs him, quickly hooking up the STD II and driving Sawyer hard to the stage! He then begins shouting orders to Hellena who gets a sick glint in her eyes and then rushes off to the side of the stage. In the ring, Mortius and Maynard both make it back to their feet, and begin trading punches, each man looking positively out on their feet, but refusing to give an inch! Daniels: “Mortius now gaining the upper hand! He rears back for a big haymaker, but O’Toole ducks! He scoops Mortius up onto his shoulders and drops to the side with a fast-as-lightning DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! O’Toole drapes an arm over for the cover!!” 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - 4!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “I can’t BELIEVE this!” Masters: “Keep your eye on Hellena!!” Back by the stage, Hellena has returned and begun dumping GASOLINE onto the table on the floor!! Cackling with glee, she strikes a match and sets the table ablaze!! With a sadistic look that only Alan can pull off, he pulls Sawyer to his feet and hooks him up for a suplex!!! Daniels: “NO-NO-NO-NO-NO! NOT EVEN ALAN IS THIS SICK!!” Masters: “WRONG!!” The crowd erupts into a massive roar as Alan Fiscus SUPERPLEXES SAWYER FROM THE STAGE THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!! Both men roll around on the ground to extinguish the flames, lying near-death on the concrete floor! Hellena screams for Alan to get up, but he remains unresponsive! In the ring, O’Toole has Mortius back up, slumped against the ropes. Over and over and over again, Maynard blasts Mortius in the face with solid right hands. Mortius’ face is a solid red sheen with two glassy eyes focusing on nothing at this point. Daniels: “He could be heavily concussed at this point! If there was ever any doubt that Mortius was a mortal, the Riot Match has proven that so!” Masters: “Are you so sure, Daniels!? He’s still STANDING after all of this!!” O’Toole pulls Mortius away, locking him in a full nelson. With amazing power, Maynard lifts Mortius and SLAMS him to the mat! He then goes for the cover! 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - 4!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “BY GOD, MASTERS, YOU ARE RIGHT!! HE IS *NOT* HUMAN!!” Meanwhile, back by the stage, Hellena has lost patience and has dragged Alan over the top of Godzilla, initiating the pin herself!! 1! - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - 4!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Again, the crowd goes bananas as they get to continue watching this hellacious contest! Sawyer and Fiscus slowly begin to stir, making it back to their feet. Almost as if in slow-motion, they begin trading punches, and then Sawyer surprises Alan with a NASTY headbutt, Alan falling very lifelessly back! Sawyer looks around and then up to the ladder on the stage. Hellena tries to interfere again, but he then hits HER with a vicious headbutt!! Masters: “YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO A WOMAN!!” Daniels: “HA HA, I LOVE IT!!” Masters: “That’s too far, Daniels!” Daniels: “Then they finally get a taste of their own medicine! Now look at Sawyer, setting up ANOTHER TABLE!!” Sawyer sets the table up on the floor, rolling Alan’s limp body onto it and then slowly making his way back up onto the stage, the fans going absolutely mental at this point. In the ring, Mortius staggers to his feet as O’Toole charges in with a CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL, but Mortius sidesteps and scoops up O’Toole with a SIDE SLAM!! Slowly…so slowly he tries to rise, but it is clear from the blood loss that he is barely conscious of where he is at the moment. Back on the stage, Sawyer has begun climbing the ladder, the fans in attendance growing more and more excited with each rung that Godzilla ascends!! Daniels: “I don’t believe what I’m seeing! This will end one, if not BOTH of their careers!!” Masters: “Don’t do this, Sawyer!! DON’T!!” On the ladder, Sawyer points down at Alan!! He blinks a few times to try and clear his vision and then… Daniels: “OH MY GOD!!! WRECKING BALL FROM THE LADDER!! WRECKING BALL FROM THE LADDER!!” At the very last possible moment, Alan rolls OFF the table, and Sawyer CRASHES through onto the floor with sickening impact, the roar of the crowd instantly turning into concerned murmuring… Daniels: “Dear lord…oh, man, Sawyer is hurt. He’s hurt bad…” Several replays are shown as all four competitors remain prone, the physical toll of this match having worn them down to nothing. Several different angles show Sawyer crashing to the concrete floor in a shower of wooden splinters, and then we see him lying absolutely motionless in the wreckage. Daniels: “I can’t…I can’t…” Masters: “And now, Fiscus is dragging Sawyer out of the pile for the pin!” Daniels: “This is insane! This should be stopped! Sawyer could have life-threatening injuries!” Masters: “He knew the risks going into this match, Daniels! There HAS to be a winner!” Inside the ring, Maynard has gotten to his feet, hobbling over on his bad leg to Mortius. Mortius turns and lunges at Maynard with one last desperation kick, but O’Toole ducks, scooping Maynard up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry! Daniels: “Maynard has him!!! THIRD EYE!! THIRD EYE!!” Masters: “MORTIUS COUNTERS!” As O’Toole hefts the giant onto his shoulders, his bad leg finally betrays him, buckling under the weight. Mortius falls down behind O’Toole, holding him in an inverted facelock, perfect positioning… Daniels: “MORTAL COIL!! MORTAL COIL!! MORTIUS HAS DESTROYED MAYNARD!! HE COVERS!!” Masters: “FISCUS COVERS SAWYER BY THE STAGE!!” The referees begin to count at EXACTLY the same time!! 1! - - - - - - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - - - - - - - 3!! - - - - - - - - - - - - 4!! - - - - - - - - - - - - FISCUS IS DRAGGED OFF OF SAWYER!! - - - - - - 5!!!!! *DING-DING-DING!!* Daniels: “NEW CHAMPION!! NEW CHAMPION!!” By the stage, Alan sits up bolt-upright in complete shock and disbelief. He turns to the person who dragged him off of Sawyer… - - - - - - - - - - - - And Frank Finch throws two middle-fingers at Alan before slowly backing away, climbing back into the crowd where he came from. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…and NEW CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ‘the Shadow of CZW,’ ………..MORTIUS!!” “Tearing the Veil From Grace” begins to play, and the roof is completely blown off the house. Mortius is handed the belt in the ring and he stares at it a long moment, his face drenched in his own blood. Slowly, he looks to the outside of the ring where Fiscus still sits on the concrete floor, unblinking. He stares wide-eyed into nothingness, and even a frantic, hysterical, and teary-eyed Hellena cannot break the trance. Daniels: “POETIC…FUCKING…JUSTICE!!” Masters: “NONONONONONONNONONONONOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Sawyer and O’Toole are helped from the ring by EMTs, both being stretchered out, the fans at ringside applauding both men for their performance this night. In the ring, Mortius doesn’t celebrate. He doesn’t pose or even hold the belt up in acknowledgement. He only stares intently at Fiscus, the title clutched loosely to his chest. The lights dim and bathe Mortius in the eerie blue once more, making him look all the more sinister with his crimson mask. A thick fog roils in the ring, completely obscuring the new champion and then, with a burst of flame from the ring posts, the fog is gone, and Mortius with it. Daniels: “AMAZING match! And finally…FINALLY…someone has dethroned Alan Fiscus as champion! The reign of terror is OVER!!” Several long minutes pass with confetti falling from the ceiling as Hatewave comes to a close. We continue to see Alan Fiscus, still completely unmoving and unblinking, seated on the floor amidst the wreckage of wood and splinters. His family has come out to try and console him. Sam and Garrett try to get him to move, but he just sits there, staring wide-eyed into space. Finally, the music dies down, and the lights dim, a spotlight shining onto Derek Damage’s VIP box where he stands at a podium. Derek Damage: “Well, well, well…I should call this show a success, I believe. Congratulations to all competitors…and all spectators for that matter, for being a part of the greatest wrestling spectacle in the HISTORY of the sport. You are all to be commended.” Damage pauses for the loud applause to subside. Derek Damage: “But, there is always room for improvement, isn’t there? Being the best doesn’t necessarily mean being the ULTIMATE, does it? Well, it is my aim to change that. I will not rest until CZW is not only the best, but it is, in fact, PERFECT. And to do that…some changes must be made.” The cheering has stopped altogether at this point, and Damage’s cool, neutral expression takes on a bit more of a sinister look, and his eyes seeming to belong to a man gazing upon that which he covets the most. Derek Damage: “CZW has been on the top before, but it has fallen to the very bottom as well. I will make sure that NEVER happens again. I will further the evolution of this company until we have become the perfect entity, and in order to attain perfection, sacrifices must be made. And so, finally, I will present to you my vision for the future! A PERFECT CZW!! And we will achieve this perfection through my latest creation…the initiative I have dubbed…DAMAGE CONTROL.” Daniels: “We heard this ‘Damage Control’ being vaguely referenced at the close of the last Overdrive, but what could it be!?” Masters: “Just shut your trap and listen, Daniels! He’s going to tell us!!” Derek Damage: “In certain fables and mythology, all of the young of a certain power would fight one another, killing eachother off until only the strongest and most able survived. Those that fell served to strengthen those that survived until those that remained where the very definition of perfection, and that is the basis for my vision. There are…excess liabilities within this company. Certain superstars are, for lack of a better term, unnecessary and burdensome…holding the company back from reaching that pinnacle. And this is where Damage Control comes into play. At the following Overdrive, there will be a match…the first in a long series of matches to determine the strongest and most able while also culling the weak. Alan Fiscus…” Finally, a reaction is gained as Alan slowly shifts his gaze, almost hypnotically, up towards the balcony. Derek Damage: “Good, I’m glad I have your attention. You will be involved in this first contest. I don’t believe in starting at the bottom and working my way up. Instead, I will start with the most important. I will introduce your opponent…Eddie Rowan. Get out here, Rowan. Now.” No music plays, but after a few moments, a confused Eddie Rowan walks out onto the stage. He looks quizzically towards the Fiscus family, who share his confusion. Derek Damage: “Now, let me fill in those individuals who do not live at their computers, surfing the web for all of the backstage gossip they can find. Many know, but many also do not, that both Alan Fiscus and Eddie Rowan are key figures backstage…or at least they were until I resumed my control. You have both done an admirable job of reinvigorating CZW, but still…you are also both to blame for the fact that it nearly DIED. Yes, you both are the ones who nearly killed MY creation…MY company! But, I am not a fool. I realize the talent that you both possess…despite the fact that you both have failed miserably here tonight.” Masters: “Ouch…salt in the wounds…” Daniels: “Well, Eddie failed to win the Money in the Bank, Beautiful Agony was later disbanded, and Alan Fiscus lost his world title…not a great night for either of these men.” Derek Damage: “And so, in Sydney, Australia, in the MAIN EVENT of Overdrive, it will be Alan Fiscus vs. Eddie Rowan. The winner…will move on to challenge Mortius at Horrorcore for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!” The crowd cheers loudly at this. Eddie nods at the opportunity and Alan, realizing he has an opportunity for vengeance, clenches his fists and finally seems to snap out of his stupor. Derek Damage: “The loser, however, will have shown me that, between the two of you, he is the weaker…and will no longer be of any value to me…or to CZW.” Daniels: “Wait…WHAT!?” Masters: “Is he saying what I THINK he’s saying!?” Derek Damage: “Yes, indeed. For, you see, THIS is the purpose of the Damage Control initiative! It starts with you two, but over the course of the next several weeks leading to Horrorcore, matches will be held to determine who stays as a strengthened member of the new regime…and who is summarily dismissed. The winners of the matches will be congratulated, for they have survived and grown stronger for it, contributing to the perfection that is Combat Zone Wrestling, the single greatest wrestling organization the world has ever seen! And those that lose…” Daniels: “No…no way…” Damage glares out over the audience, a slow, evil smile creeping over his features. Derek Damage: “Will be FIRED.” Masters: “EVERYONE will be fighting for their jobs!? Unbelievable!!” Damage nods as confusion runs rampant through the arena. From the ramp, Eddie stares in disbelief at first Damage and then down to Alan. After a small moment of apprehension, Alan glares at his opponent, refusing to seem weak, even in defeat. Derek Damage: “Warriors of CZW…prepare yourself for the ultimate test! I expect nothing less than perfection, and those of you who fail…will be as good as dead to me!” Sinister laughter is the only futher thing we hear on this broadcast, the screen lingering on Damage, who has obviously gone power-mad, before slowly fading to black and displaying the CZW Hatewave logo one final time.
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