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CZW Presents HORRORCORE!
October 31st, Halloween, 2010
Theme Song: "Children of the Grave" by Black Sabbath
-=- CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH! -=-
-=- A WRESTLING DREAM MATCH! -=-
-=- CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE FRENZY MATCH! -=-
-=- CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! -=-
-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP NO ESCAPE CAGE THREE WAY DANCE! -=-
-=- SINGLES MATCH TO KICK OFF THE PPV! -=-
*************************************************************** BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!! The heavy part of "Children of Grave" by Black Sabbath plays loudly as the cameras cut to and from each other, showing the sold out Melbourne crowd. Almost all of the crowd are in normal clothes, as Australia does not embrace Halloween like Americans, but the American fans that are in attendance... such as the 'Sign Troll' (as Eddie has dubbed him in the back) are dressed up in various ways. Speaking of 'Sign Troll', he is dressed up as Brian Blaze... a fat, old Brian Blaze. He is holding up a sign that states "Mr. EntertainME After the Show, BB!" The camera focuses on the announce booth, where Jarred Daniels and William Masters are sitting. Jarred is wearing a purple suit a la The Joker, even having his hair temporarily colored green. He still has to wear his glasses, though. William is wearing a old white "Yankees" shirt, with a big bulge around his gut (obviously a prop) and a bald man wig, with hair on the sides. DANIELS: "Welcome, everyone at home, and everyone in the SOLD out arena, to HORRORCORE 2010! and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!" The crowd pops loud DANIELS: "And I have to say... well, first things first... what are you supposed to be, William?" MASTERS: "Why... I'm a typical fat American, of course! GO YANKEES!! DUHHH." DANIELS: "... Okay. We're not all like that, you know." MASTERS: "93.4% of you are. I know. I unfortunately have to live there most of the time thanks to CZW." DANIELS: "Whatever you say, William! Not even you can bring me down from my cloud, I am totally psyched about tonight! What an epic line up with the newly thinned CZW roster!" MASTERS: "Oh, I can agree with you there, Jarred. That Ultraviolent Frenzy is going to be a massacre. We're going to lose at least one more CZW wrestler tonight, because not of those twisted bastards will survive!" DANIELS: "And the Fatal Four way, which was originally a Three way, but it seems Derek has taken a liking to Ryan Shane and has inserted him in there with his ex-buddy Mike King, Ronnie McNeil, and Waylon Krew!" MASTERS: "Damage knows talent when he sees it, Daniels. Ryan Shane is on the rise, and he will be the World champion before much longer, I guarantee it." DANIELS: "With his skill, I cannot argue that. I just wish he'd fix his attitude. And on top of that, our BIG main event with Mortius defending that same World title you speak of against his former stablemate and current friend Eddie Rowan... in a Casket match!" MASTERS: "And from bell to bell, That friendship will be put on hold for sure. It might already be put on hold, you saw Eddie deck Mortius in Perth." DANIELS: "That was an accident!" MASTERS: "Sure, sure. I only believe that because Eddie is AMERICAN." DANIELS: "It is going to be a great contest regardless, and I can't wait. Let's start the show!" The feed cuts to backstage MASTERS: "Wait, what is this?"
"There is no one in the shot, and it's a view of a corner where you see light coming from the hallway that the camera is facing. Suddenly, the same figure that ended the last Overdrive comes into view, again only in silhouette. You see he has a top hat, and has a long cane in his left hand. The figure stops before coming into view, and a crazed and distorted laugh echoes throughout the hallway.
HA HA HA HA
The scene cuts back to William and Jarred almost as quickly as it left DANIELS: "Do you really think that is Thanatos!? We haven't seen him in a LONG time!" MASTERS: "That's my guess, but whoever it is... is TOTALLY creeping me out!" DANIELS: "Me too! Let's get to the action, maybe that'll help ignore it." MASTERS: "Bloody good idea!"
** *** -The camera cuts to the announcers booth where Jarred Daniels dressed as the Joker and William Masters dressed as an ugly American in a Yankees jersey are sitting….- Daniels: Happy Halloween to all of our viewers back in the states… Masters: Yeah in honor of your holiday I’m dressing up as one of you, an uneducated, unemployed, over weight American! Daniels: And you wonder why our fans throw shit at you…. Masters: Because they are bloody morons who are jealous of my dashing good looks. Daniels: Well if that is what you have to tell yourself then ok but tonight it’s not about your shortcomings or the fact that you weren’t hugged enough as a child, it’s about Horrorcore!!!!! Masters: Hey, I was hugged as a child. Daniels: Five title on the line tonight and the last chance for the hometown kid to go over huge for his fans plus the return of a CZW superstar…. Masters: Really, is Eric Collum in the house tonight? Daniels: No, shut it, tonight marks the return of ‘Irish’ Ian Chadwick to the CZW…. Masters: Who? Daniels: as he steps into the ring with Tim Timmons, not an easy task for your first night back. Masters: I’m serious, who is this guy…. Daniels: Tim Timmons has something to prove and being booked in the opening match of the night isn’t going to help to improve his attitude of late…. Masters: Timmons has been here from the start and should never be the curtain jerker, I pity this poor bastard he’s facing, no matter who he is. Daniels: Well it’s time to kick off Horrorcore, Jessica Towers is in the ring and ready to go. -Shot cuts to Jessica Towers who is dressed in a sexy school girl custom with thigh high stockings and high heels. *DING DING DING* Jessica Towers: Ladies and Gentleman….WELCOME TO HORRORCORE!!!!! -The camera pans around the fans at ringside.- Jessica Towers: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from South Buffalo, New York….weighing in tonight at a fit 201 lbs….please welcome back to the CZW ‘IRISH’ IAN CHADWICK!!!!!!!! ‘I’m Shipping up to Boston’ by Dropkick Murphy’s plays over the PA as Ian Chadwick steps out to a huge ovation for the Melbourne fans. Ian slaps hands with some of the fans on his way to the ring and marches up the steps and into the ring. Jessica Towers: And his opponent, from Toronto Ontario Canada….weighing in tonight at a solid 268 lbs….being accompanied to the ring by Carnage, he is the leader of The Next Generation…. ‘THE KING OF CHAOS’ TIM TIMMONS!!!!!!!! ‘Wanted Man’ hits as Carnage walks out first and is followed by Tim Timmons. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as the two make their way to the ring. Daniels: What a way to kick off the ppv. Masters: Oh that’s Ian Chadwick, yeah I sort of remember him. Daniels: Jason Humel sends Carnage out of the ring and motions for the bell. *DING DING DING* Daniels: And Timmons takes the center of the ring as the two lock up and Timmons pushed Chadwick into the corner and Humel looks for a clean break. Masters: Tim Timmons is going to be able to push this guy around the ring all night, I think you are bigger that Ian Jarred. Daniels: And Timmons gives the clean break and just smiles at Ian, Timmons bouncing back and forth and it looks like the King of Chaos is feeling very confident tonight. Masters: Why shouldn’t he, and if I was him I would feel insulted that I was booked against this blood wank. Daniels: The two lock up again and Timmons starts to push Ian back but Ian spins it and tosses Timmons into the corner and he gives a clean break and smiles right back at Tim who takes exception with this and drives a knee into Ian’s midsection. Masters: Son do you know who you are in the ring with. Daniels: Ian’s doubled over and Tim takes advantage of this and locks him up and POWERBOMB!!! Masters: What a heads up move by Timmons. Daniels: Timmons rip and grabs him by the waist and standing spine buster. Timmons goes for the pin…. . . . . . ONE Daniels: And Chadwick powers out and Timmons moves back and is waiting for Chadwick to get to his feet. Masters: He’s calculated and measuring Ian here, this is going to be a quick night back for this guy. Daniels: Ian to his feet and Timmons charges….SPEAR!!!!! NO IAN JUMPED OVER THE CHARGING TIMMONS AND TIM POSTS HIMSELF AND IS NOW HANGING BETWEEN THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPE!!!!!!! Masters: Check hi shoulder, it could be separated. Daniels: Ian with a stiff kick to the midsection of Timmons and he falls to the mat, wasting no time Ian jumps to the second rope and off again with a flying elbow drop onto Timmons. Masters: Tim Timmons is in a world of pain right now and his shoulder is clearly injured. Daniels: Ian climbing out of the ring and up the ropes, Ian is perched on the top rope waiting for Timmons to get to his feet. Masters: Tim is dazed but is slowly getting there. Daniels: Tim up and Ian off the top rope, DROPKICK MURPHY!!!! Masters: That missile drop kick hit Timmons right in the face. Daniels: Ian going for the pin. . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO Daniels: and Timmons kicks out. Masters: He’s showing guts here tonight, injured shoulder and all. Daniels: Ian to the far ropes AND CARNAGE HOOKS HIS LEG AND IAN FALLS FLAT ON HIS FACE! Masters: Humel saw it and he’s over screaming at Carnage. Daniels: Ian up and off the far rope….SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO CARNAGE!!!!! Masters: HOLY HELL!!!! Daniels: Humel was about to send off Carnage but Ian has taken care of him and left himself a bit dazed. Masters: And Timmons is on his feet rubbing his jaw. Daniels: Timmons outside the ring and Ian is up as well, Ian goes for the spinning heel kick but Timmons ducks out of the way, grabs Ian and sends him flying into the guard rail. Masters: Tim Timmons is not going to take this, he has an evil streak a mile long and we are seeing it now. Daniels: Jason Humel is starting the count and Timmons rips Ian up and sends him back into the ring. Masters: He’s not going to risk a count out here tonight. Daniels: Timmons into the ring and Ian to his feet Timmons charges but Ian with a hard front kick to the chest of Timmons… Timmons stumbles back and then tries to charge again, IAN GOES FOR THE SUPERKICK BUT TIMMONS DUCKS TURNS AND FLOORS IAN CHADWICK WITH A MONSTER CLOTHESLINE!!!! Masters: Back and forth action from these two and truthfully I didn’t see that coming Jarred. Daniels: Timmons drops for the pin…. . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO . . . . Daniels: Ian kicks out!!!!! Masters: I don’t believe it! Daniels: Neither does Timmons, look at him as he yells at Humel telling him it was a three count. Masters: It did look close from my point of view. Daniels: Timmons ribs that shoulder and backs into the corner. He’s setting up for that spear again. Masters: He’s going to finish this once and for all. Daniels: Ian is slowly getting to his feet and Timmons charges…SPE….NO!!! IAN FLOORS THE CHARGING TIMMONS WITH A LEFT FIST TO THE FACE, AND IAN HAS KNOCKED OUT TIMMONS!!!!! Masters: That’s an illegal closed fist!!!! Daniels: Ian calls that The Whiskey Lullaby and Tim Timmons has been knocked out cold, Ian drops on Timmons…… . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO . . . . . THREE!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* Jessica Towers: The winner of this match… ‘IRISH’ IAN CHADWICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: That was illegal!!!! Daniels: It’s over and Ian climbs to the ropes and raises his arms in victory, what a way to kick things off tonight, the return of Ian Chadwick results in a win and the sky is the limit for this brute. Masters: Carnage in the ring and Timmons is starting to come to as Ian heads out of the ring to celebrate with these Aussie fans. Daniels: Timmons asking what happened and Carnage is showing him that he was knocked out and what the hell, Timmons grabs the microphone away from Jessica Towers. Tim Timmons: Hey! Hey Chadwick, hell no, that’s not how this is going to go down, Tim Timmons doesn’t get knocked out by a lucky punch!!!! Daniels: Ian stops half way up the ramp and looks back at Timmons. Tim Timmons: I don’t lose like that, you got lucky here tonight but I bet you don’t have the balls to get back into the ring with Tim Timmons, because you got lucky here tonight, I know it, all these fans out here know it and more importantly YOU KNOW IT!!! Daniels: This is as low as it gets, Ian Chadwick fought his heart out here tonight and picked up a huge win and Timmons is going to call it a fluke? Masters: Sounds that way to me. Tim Timmons: In case you are not understanding me, I demanding a rematch, there is no way in well you can get lucky twice!!! Daniels: Ian waves him off and shouldn’t have to deal with this crap, that was a hell of a win here tonight for the returning star and the sky is the limit for Ian Chadwick.
*** *** TOWERS: The following contest is the NO ESCAPE CAGE MATCH!!! It is scheduled for one fall, and is for the CZW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!! "Nightmare" By Avenged Sevenfold hits the soundsystem, and Mike Monroe steps out onto the stage, dressed in army fatigue bottoms and combat boots, Tatum Regan by his side. The reaction from the fans is rather more mixed than we are used to seeing for "The Misfit", although he appears too focused on the cell hanging ominously above the ring to notice as he makes his way down the ramp. TOWERS: Introducing the challengers... First, from Tiffin, Ohio.. weighing in at 201lbs.. "The Misfit" MIKE MONROOOOOE!!!!! DANIELS: A little bit of hostility being directed towards Monroe here tonight, who looks dressed and ready for war.. perhaps one or two of these fans were a little put out by some of his comments in the week regarding some of the current reigning champions of this company? MASTERS: I don't see why they should be.. El Pablo IS a gay superhero, Krimzon Blaze IS a garden gnome.. and are you seriously telling me Brian Blaze doesn't look like a gay porn star? DANIELS: ..Touché, William. BUT, that doesn't mean he's not a fantastic competitor! I just wonder whether Monroe's heading down a bad path here, showing such a blatant lack of respect for the CZW alumni. MASTERS: Respect comes for conducting yourself with class and style, Jarred, something that the vast majority of our current champions wouldn't know if Sawyer came up and stapled it to their forehead! By this point, Monroe has reached the ring, still gazing up at the cage now dangling right above his head. He embraces Tatum, and the two lock lips briefly, before Tatum makes her way back out of the ring and up the ramp. DANIELS: Well, despite the fact that the three men involved in this match will be sealed inside a steel cage, it appears that Monroe doesn't want Miss Regan anywhere near the action tonight. MASTERS: It's a damn shame, Jarred. I'd have looked after her! DANIELS: I'm sure you would... As Tatum heads through the curtain, Mike's music fades out, giving way to "In The End" by Linkin Park. TOWERS: Next... From Springfield, Massachusetts.. weighing in at 245lbs.. he is "The Real Deal".. ROB WRIGHTTTTT!!!!! Rob Wright steps out onto the stage, JoJo following just behind, the booing intensifying at the sight of the obvious "bad guy" in this match-up. Wright, typically, laps it up, a smug smile on his face as he strolls down the ramp towards the ring. DANIELS: Rob Wright looking as confident as ever, he feels that tonight is the night that he takes back what is rightfully his! MASTERS: I have no doubt he will, Jarred. Even with Monroe and Blaze's history with each other, I predict that The Real Deal will be way too much for the both of them to handle! DANIELS: We'll see. Certainly Rob Wright has the weight advantage over both Monroe and Blaze, although we know full well that the speed of both his opponents more than makes up for their lack of power. Wright vaults over the top rope and into the ring, ascending the turnbuckle and pointing at himself as the boos grow in intensity once more. JoJo takes up position on the outside, apparently showing no intention of following Tatum's lead and watching from the back. Rob's music fades, and he hops back down onto the mat, turning and engaging in a little smack talk with Monroe, before "Headstrong" by Trapt hits the soundsystem, sending the place absolutely berzerk. DANIELS: Here comes the champion! Listen to the noise!!! TOWERS: And finally... From Detroit, Michigan.. weighing in at 175lbs.. the CZW TELEVISION CHAMPION.. KRIMZONNNNN BLAAAAAZE!!!!! KB bounds out onto the stage, his title belt wrapped tight around his waist. He takes a moment to pose for the fans, then jogs down the ramp, high-fiving people as he goes. He stops at the apron, glaring up at Rob and Mike in the ring, before leaping up and climbing the turnbuckle, removing his belt and hoisting it up into the air as the cheering - somehow - gets even louder. DANIELS: Have you ever heard an ovation like this!? MASTERS: Well.. yes. Every time El Pablo comes out.. every time Ace King came out.. hell, Ian Chadwick got one like this in the last match! DANIELS: Oh shut up! KB clambers over the ropes and down into the ring, taunting Rob and Mike with the title belt. His music fades, and the fans start to murmur in excitement and anticipation as the cell slowly starts to descend from the rafters. DANIELS: Our three competitors are in the ring, and down comes the cage! Now remember, once the cage lowers, there is no way for these competitors to get out.. nor is there any way for anyone else to come in. All three men will be trapped inside until one of them manages to score either a pinfall or a submission, giving themselves the victory AND the TV Title belt! MASTERS: Not forgetting the huge variety of weapons affixed to the sides and ceiling of the cage, and the huge web of razor wire weaving its way across the entire structure! DANIELS: It really is a sadistic structure.. hardcore wrestling at its finest, CZW at its best! With the cell now halfway down, KB marches across the ring and ascends another turnbuckle, thrusting the belt into the air again. Suddenly, Rob Wright charges across the ring, leaping up onto the ropes and shoving KB in the back, sending him tumbling to the outside and colliding face-first with the barricade! DANIELS: WAIT A SECOND!!! Rob Wright just shoved KB out of the ring.. and the cage is still coming down! KB crumples to the floor, looking to have been completely knocked out by the impact. DANIELS: Blaze looks to be out cold.. Stop the cage! STOP THE CAGE!!! MASTERS: ..Why? DANIELS: He's the reigning champion, William! How can you have a TV Title match without the TV Champion involved!? MASTERS: Well, as the reigning champion, he should know to watch his back every second of the day! It's not rocket science, Jarred! Some of the fans near the barricade take it upon themselves to desperately try and revive the Champion, even going so far as to shower him in beverages acquired from the kiosks. MASTERS: Good plan, get him so drunk he forgets this ever happened! The fans' efforts are in vain, however, as the cage completes its descent. The referee conducts a brief conference with his assistants on the outside, before shrugging his shoulders and signalling for the opening bell. *DING DING!* DANIELS: The referee has called for the bell, so Rob Wright and Mike Monroe will compete for Television Title.. WITHOUT the current champion in the ring! MASTERS: Even you have to admit, Jarred, it's great strategy from Rob Wright.. eliminating not only one of the competitors, but also any possibility of him getting double-teamed! DANIELS: No doubt that the Real Deal has certainly improved his odds of success in this contest, but it's a damn shame for these fans, and the spirit of the sport in general, that KB looks to all intents and purposes to have been rendered unable to compete in this match! Despite the ringing of the bell, the action doesn't immediately get underway, with Monroe stood looking out at the still-motionless KB, his hands on his hips. DANIELS: Look at Monroe, he doesn't know what to do.. but what CAN he do? There's no way out! Realising the futility of the situation, Mike just shrugs his shoulders, and steps back into the ring.. to find it completely empty. DANIELS: Hey.. where'd Wright go? Monroe looks around, wondering the exact same thing. He steps forward to the other side of the ring and looks over the ropes, although Wright isn't there either. Confused, he steps back into the ring, and turns round.. THWACK!!! MASTERS: SURPRISE!!! DANIELS: OH! Rob Wright springboards off that top rope, and nails Monroe right between the eyes with a steel chair! Mike crumples to the floor, the crowd jeering as Rob leaps to his feet, holding the chair proudly above his head. He turns, and waits for Monroe to get back to his feet, before smashing the chair over his head once more. DANIELS: Another vile chair shot! Monroe could be out cold already! MASTERS: Say hi to KB for me! As Mike hits the deck again, Rob follows up with a leg drop, moving the chair under his thigh and crushing it against Monroe's ribcage. He then rolls back, leaving the chair in position, before charging forward and leaping over Monroe.. hitting the ropes.. rolling forward.. and landing a standing senton, sandwiching the chair between himself and Monroe once again. DANIELS: Rob Wright unleashing some Rolling Thunder on Monroe.. and an early cover attempt! ONE! - - - - TW-KICK OUT! Rob gets back to his feet, hauling Monroe with him, as the camera cuts out to KB, who is now just becoming to come round. He gingerly pulls himself up, still obviously dazed, and turns to look at the ring, which is obviously now surrounded by the cell. DANIELS: Blaze is up.. and he now realises the gravity of the situation! Indeed, Blaze has stepped up to the cage, his hands on the back of his head, looking both perplexed and devestated in equal measure. In the ring, Rob drops Monroe with a short-arm clothesline, at which point he notices KB. A smug grin spreads across his face as he struts over, waving sarcastically at the champ through the multiple variations of wire seperating them. DANIELS: Look at Rob Wright.. he is LOVING this! MASTERS: Well why wouldn't he? He knows Blaze can't do anything about it! With KB looking fit to explode, Rob decides to poke him further by wagging his finger, as if suggesting a ticking clock. This sparks KB into life, as he marches over to the side of the ramp, where a ladder is currently laid out. MASTERS: What the hell is he doing!? Rob watches on as KB picks the ladder up.. only to suddenly be jumped from behind by JoJo, who wraps his hands around the champion's neck. DANIELS: COME ON NOW! KB struggles briefly, although he's quickly able to overpower JoJo, throwing him over his shoulder and dropping him onto the metal ramp. With the red mist having well and truly descended, Blaze hauls JoJo up, and drags him over to the cell, pausing for a second before throwing him face-first into the razor wire. MASTERS: COME ON NOW! KB pulls an already-bleeding JoJo back towards him, and points at Rob Wright, who by now has stepped out onto the apron, shouting all kinds of threats at his rival. DANIELS: Not quite so cocky now, are you Rob? MASTERS: This is an outrage.. he's not a wrestler! He's an innocent man! DANIELS: Oh yeah.. he's REAL innocent! KB throws JoJo into the mesh again, and follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head, pressing the wire even deeper into his skin. KB leaps to his feet, and braces himself as JoJo gingerly peels himself free and turns around.. DANIELS: Superkick.. No! JoJo avoids the impact.. and he's high-tailing it over the barrier and through the crowd, like a scolded dog! KB watches as JoJo disappears into the bowels of the arena, before turning his attention back to the ring.. just as Monroe comes charging up behind Wright, knocking him off the apron and into the same wall of the cage his associate met just moments earlier! DANIELS: OH! Wright sent flying into the razor wire, and down to the outside.. and isn't KB just loving it! The camera closes in on KB talking a little smack to Wright, as he writhes about on the floor, before the champ heads back over to the ladder. He picks it up, and carries it over to the cell, setting it up right in the middle of the wall. MASTERS: Is he gonna try and climb up? DANIELS: I dunno WHAT KB's planning here.. there's razor wire all over that thing! MASTERS: He'll cut himself to ribbons! ..I'm all for it. GO KB! Having set the ladder in position, KB walks round to one of the ring officials on the outside. A brief discussion ensues, before KB simply grabs him and shoves him against the barricade, the official crumpling to the floor. DANIELS: Good lord, KB really has lost it here.. is he gonna manhandle EVERYONE out here!? MASTERS: Well, you're closer to him than me at this point.. so I certainly hope so! KB bends over the official, and reaches into his pocket.. pulling out a set of fence cutters. He raises them above his head, drawing a pop from the crowd, before charging back over to the ladder. DANIELS: Fence cutters! KB's bringing out the hardware, and may have found a way into this match! Inside the cell, Monroe steps through the ropes onto the apron. He watches as Rob gets back to his feet, then steps forward and leaps off, taking Wright over with a hurricanrana. As KB starts to climb the ladder, Mike grabs the chair Wright attacked him with at the start of the match, and waits once again for Wright to get up. KB sits on top of the ladder and starts to cut his way through the steel mesh and razor wire, as Wright slowly picks himself up once more. He stumbles forward, and Mike drives the chair into his midriff, doubling Wright over. Mike drops the chair, and grabs Wright in a front-facelock, positioning him over the chair and hitting a swinging Fisherman's neckbreaker. DANIELS: Neckbreaker on the outside, and right onto that steel chair! With Wright on the floor, Monroe walks round the ring until he comes across a ladder, tied to one of the walls of the cell. He unties it, and slides it into the ring, setting it up beneath a halo of foreign objects hanging down from the roof of the cell. DANIELS: Mike looking to bring some more hardware into this match! Monroe systematically releases a selection of weapons - a barbed-wire 2x4, a kendo stick, a golf club - and tosses them down to the mat below. The fans cheer each one with increasing intensity, although the biggest pop comes when he unties a light-tube. DANIELS: Uh-ohhhhhh.. Monroe has his hands on a light-tube! Could Rob Wright be about to experience an All-American Nightmare..!? MASTERS: ..Seriously? DANIELS: What? I thought that was pretty good! MASTERS: It was the cheesiest thing I've heard since.. well, no, I don't think even Team XTC at their worst were ever as cheesy as that! Monroe climbs down from the ladder, light-tube in hand. He heads back over to where he left Rob, but as he steps out onto the apron, Rob slides past him under the ropes and into the ring. He leaps to his feet and grabs Monroe, who manages to wriggle free and drop off the apron, bouncing Wright off the top rope. Wright flops onto his back, and Monroe rolls back into the ring. He waits for Wright to start getting up, then hits the ropes... SSMMAASSHH!!! DANIELS: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THE THUNDAGA! Mike Monroe with a Shining Wizard, shattering that light-tube against the head and face of Rob Wright!!! Wright crumples motionless to the canvas, blood now covering much of his face. Mike flashes a quick look at KB, who is still working his way through the side of the cage, before diving over Wright and attempting the pin... ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THR-KICK OUT!!! DANIELS: YE-NO! NO! BAH GAWD! ROB WRIGHT KICKED OUT!!! MASTERS: Unbelieveable!!! Monroe looks up at the official, a look of pure shock on his face. He slams his fists on the canvas, then gets back to his feet, shoving the ladder over in frustration. He then hauls Rob up, and leads him over to the corner, propping him against the turnbuckle. Mike unleashes a couple of knife-edge chops - drawing the standard response from the crowd - then follows up with a few elbow strikes, before backing up a few steps, and charging forward. He leaps up, and lands on the second rope, directly in front of Rob. Mike grabs Rob's head, and leaps off, driving Rob's head into his knee in a high-octane knee-strike. DANIELS: Did you see Rob Wright snap back there!? Right back up into the turnbuckle! MASTERS: That maniac could've broken his face!!! Monroe gets back to his feet, and takes a moment to arrange the broken pieces of glass into a small pile just in front of the turnbuckle. He then picks up the barbed-wire 2x4, and places it delicately on top of the pile, before heading back over to Wright, lifting him up, and sitting him on top of the turnbuckle. DANIELS: What's Monroe looking for here? MASTERS: I don't know, but it doesn't look good for the Real Deal! Robbbbb!! Monroe turns round, and places his hands under Rob's armpits. DANIELS: Oh my God.. he's not.. he's not looking for the TTM!? MASTERS: Oh no! Mike steadies himself, and lifts Rob up. He steps forwards, but appears unable to support his heavier opponent's weight, as Rob rolls forwards over his shoulder.. grabbing hold of Mike's arm and executing an armdrag, rolling Mike right across the barbed-wire 2x4 and broken glass! DANIELS: Bah Gawd, what a counter! What a counter by Rob Wright! Wright lies almost motionless in the corner, still obviously suffering from the punishment taken, as Monroe looks to have some sort of seizure in the centre of the ring, his back showing the bright-red effects of the various puncture wounds and cuts just sustained. DANIELS: The ultimate in hardcore wrestling irony.. a competitor falling foul of his own sadistic trap! MASTERS: I love it! DANIELS: You weren't loving it when it looked like Rob Wright was gonna feel the force of it.. MASTERS: Jarred, it's been almost 3 years.. how is it that you don't get me yet? Rob finally manages to get back to his feet, as Monroe starts to do the same. Rob charges over, dropping Mike with a clothesline, and as Mike gets back to his feet once more, Rob kicks him in the gut, grabbing him in a front facelock. DANIELS: Arm over the shoulder, Wright's setting him up... Wright lifts.. spins... THUD! DANIELS: SEAL THE DEAL! MASTERS: IT'S OVER!!! DANIELS: THE COVER!!! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-THUD!!!!! DANIELS: N.. Wa.. WHAT THE HELL!? KRIMZON BLAZE!!! MASTERS: WHAT!?!?!? DANIELS: WHERE IN GOD'S NAME DID HE COME FROM!?!?!?!? The screen cuts to a replay, where we see KB kick out a hole in the side of the cage, just as Wright clotheslines Monroe. Wright sets up for Seal The Deal, and as he does, KB steps off the ladder onto the bar running around the cell.. steadies himself.. and as the pinfall reaches two, he leaps, landing a senton splash right across the back of Rob Wright, and rolling almost out the other side of the ring as he lands. DANIELS: Unbelieveable.. absolutely incredible from the Television Champion! MASTERS: I'm.. I'm speechless! DANIELS: HALLELUJAH! The crowd at this point are so loud they can probably be heard all the way back in Detroit. KB slowly picks himself back up, using the ropes, and marches across the ring, as Wright flops out of the ring to the floor on the outside. Blaze drags Monroe into the centre of the ring, and hits the ropes, rebounding with.. DANIELS: THE HOLY SHOT!!! BAH GAWD.. IS THIS IT!?!? Blaze covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICK OUT!!! MASTERS: No! NOOOOO!!!!! DANIELS: MONROE KICKED OUT!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW.. BUT MONROE KICKED OUT!!! MASTERS: He did!? Yes! YESSSSS!!!!! KB rolls onto his back, his face in his hands, in complete disbelief. After a few moments, he composes himself, and gets back to his feet, leaning back against the ropes. DANIELS: KB wondering, "What next? What can I do to retain my title belt?" KB glances out of the ring, and spots Wright picking himself back to his feet. He looks between Rob and Monroe, apparently weighing up his options.. then heads over to the golf club Monroe dropped in the ring, picking it up and rolling outside, sneaking after Rob as he tries to walk off the pain in his back. As they round the second turnbuckle, KB speeds up, drawing back the club and cracking it across the back of Wright's knee. MASTERS: FORE!!! Rob hops around, leaning on the apron.. at least until KB follows up by driving the end of the club into his face, dropping him down to the floor. DANIELS: Oh God.. did you hear that crack!? Not letting up, KB mounts Wright, and presses the shaft of the club into his throat, Wright's face quickly turning red as KB cuts off his air supply. MASTERS: He's trying to choke him!!! DANIELS: Good call, Sherlock.. MASTERS: ..Don't do that, that's my thing. DANIELS: ..Sorry. Rob starts to kick his legs, desperately trying to free himself from KB's clutches. The champ refuses to let up, however, standing up slightly to try and get even more weight behind the choke. However, this allows Rob to bring his legs in, pressing them against KB's ribcage and kicking him off.. sending KB crashing back against the steel steps. DANIELS: OH! Damn.. the back of KB's skull just bounced right off those steps! MASTERS: Good call, Sherlock.. DANIELS: ... KB slumps to the floor, clutching the back of his head, as Rob coughs and splutters just in front of him, trying to get his breath back. He pulls himself up using the apron, and takes a few moments to compose himself further. He heads over to KB, just as he's getting back to his own feet, and delivers a swift side-kick to the gut, followed by slamming KB's forehead into the apron. Rob then turns his attention to a table hanging on the cage wall, untying it and setting it up, angled just in front of the turnbuckle. DANIELS: Rob Wright bringing out a table.. I'm not sure there's enough room for it out there, but it's certainly room enough to cause some serious damage! Rob grabs KB, and grabs him in a front facelock just by the table. DANIELS: Oh he's not.. he's not going for the Seal The Deal out there is he!? MASTERS: You're making some very specific move guesses tonight... Rob lifts KB up, but the Champ manages to struggle out of it, dropping back forwards and landing on the apron. He throws Rob's hands off him, and delivers a stiff kick to the jaw. He then turns, and springs up onto the second rope.. as Monroe comes charging in with a dropkick through the ropes, sending Wright crashing face-first into the cell wall once again. DANIELS: And there's Mike Monroe! Damn, it's hard to keep track of who's unconscious and who isn't in this contest! Monroe rolls back into the ring, as KB drops back down onto the apron. The two exchange a quick smile at each other, before Monroe surprises KB with a boot to the midsection. DANIELS: Well that teamwork didn't last long! Monroe grabs KB, and lifts him for a suplex.. but KB manages to roll through, locking his legs around Mike's waist and rolling him up.. but Monroe rolls back out of it, and aims a kick at KB's head.. but KB rolls out of the way, then twists and sweeps Monroe's standing leg from under him, dropping him to the mat. KB leaps to his feet, then leaps up onto the top rope, looking for a split-legged moonsault.. but Monroe rolls out of the way into the corner. KB scouts it though, and manages to land on his feet. As Mike gets to his feet, KB charges, catching him with a running knee lift, and then following up with a bulldog. DANIELS: The fans applauding a superb exchange there, and rightly so, but it's the Champion who comes out on top! KB hauls Monroe to his feet, and props him up in the corner. KB lands a couple of knife-edge chops on Monroe's chest, then begins stomping a mudhole in him, forcing Monroe down onto his ass. KB steps back, and turns round.. as Rob Wright swings the golf club at full tilt, right into his sternum. MASTERS: YES!!! DANIELS: Rob Wright with that golf club.. he must've snuck in while KB was busy in the corner! KB drops to a knee, and Rob tosses the club off to the side, before shoving KB's head between his legs and hitting a powerbomb. Wright then grabs the ladder and folds it up, before carrying it over to the corner and wedging it between the first and second ropes, right in front of Mike Monroe. DANIELS: Oh my God.. now what!? Wright walks over to the turnbuckle along from Monroe, and steps out onto the apron. He takes a look around at the fans, then climbs up top, slowly rising to his feet. MASTERS: Now what is right! What the hell is he gonna do here!? Rob takes a quick look at KB, out on the other side of the ring.. then takes a step forward onto the top rope, and springboards off, dropkicking the ladder and sending it crashing right into Mike Monroe's face. DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! ROB WRIGHT JUST WENT COAST-TO-COAST, DROPKICKING THAT LADDER RIGHT INTO MIKE MONROE'S BAH GAWD FACE!!! MASTERS: That was incredible!!! DANIELS: That was almost like watching El Pablo! MASTERS: BETTER than watching El Pablo! Wright rolls about on the floor, the move obviously taking a lot out of himself as well. KB gets to his feet, almost as shocked as the members of the audience as to what he just witnessed. Seizing the opportunity, he charges over to Monroe, sliding the ladder out of the ring and pulling the now-bleeding Misfit out of the corner. DANIELS: Wait a second, Blaze with the cover! MASTERS: That cheater!! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - WRIGHT BREAKS IT UP! MASTERS: Oh thank God! Wright drags KB off Monroe by the ankle, but KB turns, and goes for an enziguri.. Rob sees it coming though, and ducks, grabbing KB from behind. He goes for a backdrop, but KB flips through, landing on his feet. Wright turns, and KB grabs hold, pausing for a moment before hitting.. DANIELS: A KRIMZON DREAM! Where the heck did THAT come from!? MASTERS: This isn't fair! He has too many finishers!!! KB kneels back up, but does not go for the cover. Instead, he grabs Wright and drags him out of the ring.. towards the table set up by the Real Deal earlier in the match! DANIELS: Well KB may well have had the match won there, but I guess he REALLY wants to put the exclamation point on this feud with Rob Wright! KB drapes Wright over the table, then slides back into the ring. He gets to his feet, just as Monroe is picking himself up on the other side of the ring. DANIELS: KB back in the ring, and it looks like Monroe has come back around as well.. he's been busted wide open by that Rob Wright dropkick on the ladder! KB slowly gets to his feet as the two men lock eyes with each other, an excited ripple of anticipation slowly building around the arena as the two men approach each other. DANIELS: Tru Family Crew reunited, right smack-dab in the centre of the ring.. it's anyone's guess as to what happens here! The two exchange a few quiet words with each other, although the content of the discussion is unclear. KB steps back a few paces nearer to the ropes, Monroe keeping pace with him. MASTERS: Kill each other! DANIELS: William, PLEASE! The discussion continues for a few more seconds, before KB extends a hand out to Monroe. The Misfit looks around the arena, the crowd willing him to accept the gesture. Monroe turns back to KB.. and shakes his hand, only to then whip him across the ring. KB hits the ropes, and as he rebounds, Monroe drops to a knee, then grabs him and launches him up into the air. KB lands on the top rope, and springboards off.. SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP... CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!! DANIELS: OH MY GOD!!! KRIMZON BLAZE WITH A SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP, RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE.. WITH ROB WRIGHT NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!!!!! The screen cuts to another replay, showing Wright rolling off the table just as KB left the ropes, leaving the Champion with nowhere to go but crashing through the wood and down to the floor. The screen cuts back live, showing KB completely unconscious amidst the wreckage. DANIELS: That's gotta be the Champion's evening done now! He did amazingly well to even get into this contest after being shut out at the start.. but I have a horrible feeling that may be his last act as Television Champion... MASTERS: Serves him right for not taking the win when he had the chance! It's Rob's to lose now, GO REAL DEAL!!! Monroe stands against the ropes, looking down at his fallen opponent. On the outside, Rob slowly pulls himself up onto the apron. He and Mike lock eyes, as Wright steps through the ropes and into the ring. DANIELS: And so, it looks like we're back down to these two men. Both bloodied.. both beaten.. both severely bruised... You'd have to say that the first man to get the advantage is probably going to be the man that wins this match! The two men continue to stare each other down; Mike's face a crimson mask, Rob's not looking much better. Very slowly, they step away from the ropes and into the ring. Without breaking focus, Wright bends down, and picks up the kendo stick.. as Monroe bends down and picks up the barbed-wire 2x4! DANIELS: Looks like we're about to have us a duel! The two men stand up, weapons clutched tightly in their respective palms. Suddenly, they charge! Rob swings the kendo stick, but Monroe drops to the mat, sliding between Wright's legs.. and swinging the 2x4 up, catching the Real Deal right in, well, his Real Deal. MASTERS: Oh my God, I think I'm gonna cry... DANIELS: I don't even wanna speculate on the damage that could do! Rob sinks to his knees, his hands grasping his goolies. Monroe gets to his feet, and steps up behind the Real Deal. With a sadistic smile on his face, he slowly lowers the 2x4 in front of Rob's face, and shoves it in, piercing yet more of Wright's already bloodied face. DANIELS: Monroe really unloading on Rob Wright here.. I haven't seen him like this for a LONG time! MASTERS: Poor Rob! With the 2x4 still in place, Monroe lifts a foot and places it against Rob's shoulderblades. DANIELS: Oh my God... THUD! MASTERS: AHHH!!! DANIELS: For God's sakes! A curbstomp, right onto the barbed wire!!! MASTERS: Is that even legal in Australia!? With Rob laying in a rapidly-expanding pool of his own blood, Monroe heads over to the corner of the ring.. and hauls the ladder back in through the ropes. DANIELS: Come on now, Mike! Surely enough is enough now!? MASTERS: I'd have thought he'd seen more than enough of that ladder tonight! Mike sets the ladder up in the corner, then drags Wright over towards it, laying him at the foot of it. Monroe then slowly starts to climb up, the fans rising to their feet in excitement as he sits on top of it.. and produces a book of matches from within his boot. DANIELS: Oh God... MASTERS: Nonononono! DANIELS: You know what's coming, folks! MASTERS: Please! Monroe removes a single match from the book, and lights it up, holding it high above his head. MASTERS: Not this! He lowers the match to his boots.. and sets the soles alight! DANIELS: Is The Misfit gonna crash and burn!? With a final look down, Monroe leaps.. and comes crashing down with both burning feet upon the sternum of Rob Wright. MASTERS: NOOOOOOO!!!!! DANIELS: HE HIT IT! FOR GOD'S SAKES, HE HIT IT!!! Monroe, laying on his back after rolling out of the move, stamps the flames out on the canvas, as the fans go all kinds of crazy. Slowly, he rolls onto his stomach, and starts to crawl the short distance over to the Real Deal. DANIELS: ALL HE HAS TO DO IS MAKE THE COVER! After a few agonizing seconds, Monroe drapes an arm over Rob's chest.. ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - - - THREE!!! DING DING DING!!!!! DANIELS: NEW CHAMPION!!! NEW CHAMPION!!! "Nightmare" returns to the soundsystem, although there is no immediate reaction from Monroe, who remains laid over Wright. TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.. AND NEWWWWW CZW TELEVISION CHAMPION... MMMIIIKKKEEE MMMOOONNNRRROOOEEE!!! The cage slowly starts to rise back towards the ceiling, and medical personel immediately charge in to assess the condition of the various competitors. The referee helps Monroe off of Wright, and hands him the TV belt, Monroe clutching it to his blood-stained chest like a new puppy. DANIELS: Well, his comments ahead of this match may have been controversial, but even these fans can't help but give a standing ovation to Mike Monroe after one HELL of a match here tonight! He told Theresa Baines it would sell tickets, and BAH GAWD did he deliver! In his own signature match, nearly five whole months after he lost the same belt to Rob Wright.. Mike Monroe once again becomes your CZW Television Champion! *** -Camera cuts to the locker room where Buzzsaw is talking with Sid Simelia.- Sid Simelia: You ready Buzz? Buzzsaw: Yeah I’m ready, I going to end this once and for all! Sid Simelia: Don’t forget there are other people in this match besides Jakob Mayhem, don’t lose sight of that Buzz. Buzzsaw: I’m going to send a message to anyone who wants to challenge me for this title, people around here want to step up and take there shot thinking I’m a banged up, because lets face it that’s why so many stepped up to take their shot. -Just then Morgan walks into room dressed in a skin tight cat suit.- Buzzsaw: Well look at the pussy that just came in. Morgan Mayhem: Very funny, the power that be felt that all the ladies should come dressed up and when I showed up as a pissed off women I was given this to wear tonight. Sid Simelia: Well I like it Morgan. Buzzsaw: Just make sure you stay back here tonight, I don’t need the distraction tonight. Morgan Mayhem: Well I have to go take the group picture, they’ll be lucky if I don’t punch one of the bitches. -As Morgan turns Buzz’s phone rings.- Morgan Mayhem: Who is it, everyone you talk to is in this room. -Buzzsaw looks down at the phone and then back up to Sid and Morgan. Buzzsaw: Don’t you have a picture to go take, Sid you mind watching my stuff for a second? Sid Simelia: No problem man, everything ok? Buzzsaw: Yeah man… -Buzzsaw walks out of the room and down the hallway. Buzzsaw: Hey, everything ok? Where are you? *** The camera shot changes to back stage and the pretty face of Brenda, the new assistant to the manager of Total Mayhem, Buzzsaw and Sledge, Tim McFarland. She comes into focus. She is looking at someone out of sight and nods. “You know what to do, Buzz is out of his dressing room and Sid is in there. I want one thing and can't get it without taking him out. I ain't in the mood to do that right now, so you have to distract him. Go and get it done.” She looked at the man and then down the hall to the door for Buzzsaw. She nodded and turned to leave as the camera cut back to the arena.
*** *** “Run With the Wolves” plays throughout the arena and a small series of pyros flare off as Alexander Slate makes his way out onto the ramp dressed in black and green ring attire. He arrives along with his cohort, Lydia May who walks along side him, dressed in similar colors. Slate looks over the crowd as they boo him loudly, and shakes his head in mild disgust before he begins to head toward the ring, gripping and rolling his wrists in a pre-match warm-up. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the CZW X DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, the challenger, accompanied to the ring by Lydia May and hailing from Traverse City, Michigan…he is ‘the Paragon,’ ALEXANDER….SLATE!!” Slate coolly makes his way to the ring and up the steps, wiping his boots on the ring apron before stepping between the ropes. Paying the crowd little attention, he pulls back sharply on the top rope to stretch his arms before running the ropes a bit, loosening his muscles for the coming bout. Finally, the music dies down and there is a moment of silence before the stage goes black and “Hypersonic” by Jane’s Addiction begins to play. Five star-patterned spotlights shine on the stage, each roaming back and forth over the stage in wide arcs, and the fans jump to their feet as El Pablo and Cristal appear through the curtain. El Pablo wears his usual mask and boa combo, but the outfit itself is made to look similar to that of the classic Count Dracula, complete with the high collared cape, white bow tie, and golden medallion. He holds the X Division Title aloft proudly on the stage before he and Cristal, wearing a vampire cape of her own, make their way to the ring, interacting with the fans at ringside. Towers: “And his opponent, being led to the ring by Cristal, he hails from Tijuana, England and is the current CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPION…’the Five Star Superstar,’ EL...PABLO!!” The fans continue to cheer on their hero as EP hops onto the ring apron and springs in over the top rope, moving to the second turnbuckle to display his title and appeal to the crowd a bit more. Slate merely watches with a calm and collected expression on his face, allowing his opponent to take his time. Finally, El Pablo heads to the center of the ring, handing the belt to referee Stephanie Dee. She holds the belt for both combatants to see before displaying it overhead to all four sides of the ring and then hands it to the ring attendant outside. The bell rings and there is a sporting, if somewhat suspicious handshake between Pablo and Slate before they begin to pace around the ring. Daniels: “The bell rings and here we go! Quite the contrast in styles for this one. Collar and elbow tie-up and El Pablo pressures Slate toward the ropes. They’re in the ropes now and…clean break from the champion.” Masters: “I expected a cheap shot from that scoundrel, I have to say.” Daniels: “Nonsense! El Pablo is a perfect sportsman!” Masters: “Please. They lock up again and this time Slate drives Pablo to the ropes…Slate breaks the hold.” Daniels: “Clean brea-OW, no! European uppercut from Slate as Pablo was up against the ropes! So much for sportsmanship!” Masters: “What, it was a clean break! It just happened to be followed up by a flawlessly timed strike! And there’s another for good measure! Knock his teeth straight! Get it, Daniels? Because the English all have bad teeth.” Daniels: “Slate whips Pablo to the far ropes. EP ducks the clothesline attempt and continues his momentum! Slate with a knee to the gut, but Pablo handsprings over it, just barely avoiding contact! Pablo off the far ropes again and he leaps at Slate…flying forearm!! “ Pablo kips up and begins to immediately pander to the fans after his dazzling athletic display while Slate rolls to one of the corners, quickly popping up to a knee and glaring at EP in frustration. They once again circle up and go for the lock-up, but Slate catches EP off guard with a stiff kick to the knee! Daniels: “OH, what a shot! Pablo staggers after that kick and now Slate with a series of forearm shots to the back! Slate hits the near ropes and DROPKICK to the side of the leg takes EP off his feet! Slate quickly back to his feet and he grabs the leg of El Pablo…elbow drop to the inside of the knee and now Slate goes to work doing what he does best, submission hold leg bar on El Pablo!” Masters: “Squeal!! Squeal like a piggy!!” Slate wrenches back on the hold as Pablo struggles against him, unable to break free. Finally, EP resorts to just kicking Slate in the head with his free foot, and he succeeds in freeing himself after the fourth kick! Daniels: “Excellent tactic there by Pablo to break free! Both men to their feet and Pablo goes for the lariat…Slate ducks…BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!” Masters: “Did you see how viciously Slate planted the champion?” Daniels: “Slate definitely came to play ball, no pun intended, Bill.” Master: “Yeah, you’re quite the joker. GET IT!?” Daniels: “Anyway…Slate in control, methodically attacking the injured leg of El Pablo with those stomps!” Slate continues to focus on the leg of Pablo, rolling him onto his stomach and taking his ankle in both hands. He then places his boot in the back of Pablo’s knee, lifting his leg up and then stomping it forcefully back to the mat! He executes the move a second time and then cinches in a single leg crab! Daniels: “Submission once again applied by Slate who has thus-far been successful in keeping the X Division champion grounded!” Pablo continues to try and reach for the ropes, but Slate keeps his center of gravity low enough as to make it relatively impossible. However, with Pablo refusing to submit, Slate eventually breaks the hold on his own, quickly turning and putting the boots to the back of Pablo’s head before returning to the leg, grapevining it with his own. Daniels: “Watch out! Indian Deathlock!!” Pablo screams in pain as Slate violently flings himself backwards to the mat, harshly tweaking Pablo’s leg in the process. Stephanie asks Pablo if he would like to submit, but he shakes his head, waving her off. Slate gets back to his feet and slowly starts to pace around the champion, stomping at him as soon as he seems to be trying to get back to his feet. Masters: “He’s almost toying with him, isn’t he, Daniels?” Daniels: “I don’t know about that, but he is definitely making it difficult for Pablo to get any sort of second wind going. He’s keeping the pressure on while at the same time keeping the pace slow and, most importantly, he’s keeping Pablo from taking to the air where he does a majority of his damage. Slate now picking Pablo up and…he’s hooking him up…CLARION CALL!! NO, REVERSED!! INSIDE CRADLE!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “And just like that, it was almost over for Slate!” Masters: “Well, to be fair, I don’t think ANYONE expected El Pablo to use a proper wrestling maneuver, least of all Slate!” Slate resumes his attack with renewed fury, assaulting Pablo with a series of forearms and European uppercuts, backing him into the corner. Slate whips EP to the far side, but Pablo reverses and sends Slate crashing into the buckle. Pablo half-hobble, half-charges in after him, but Slate executes a back body-drop taking EP out of the ring! Daniels: “El Pablo to the outside, but he held onto the top rope and landed on the apron! ENZIGURI KICK!! What a shot, you could hear that in the cheap seats! Slate staggers out of the corner and Pablo heads up top! MISSILE DROPKICK CONNECTS!! Slate is down, and Pablo is trying to rub some feeling back into his leg!” Masters: “Meanwhile, I’ll rub some feeling into Cristal’s leg!” Daniels: “Of course you will.” Masters: “Lydia’s, too! I have two hands!” Daniels: “Yeah, we know.” Pablo is up first, trying to shake off the pain of his injured limb, and Slate is clearing his head, pulling himself up in the corner. El Pablo, with a surge of adrenaline, charges in with a cartwheel followed by a handspring into a back elbow splash, eliciting a huge pop from the crowd! Slate falls to the mat and EP makes his way up top again! Daniels: “El Pablo goes for a…MOONSAULT!! Slate rolls towards the corner but Pablo lands on his feet! OH, his knee buckles on the landing, though! Slate quickly back up…running neckbreaker!! Pablo holds his head in pain as he rolls away from Slate, but Alexander is quickly back up! OKLAHOMA ROLL, THERE’S THE PIN!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Not quite! Pablo barely able to get out of that one as the fans and Cristal cheer him on!” Slate looks only slightly frustrated as he picks Pablo back up, executing a snap suplex! Slate back up and he moves to the corner, up to the second turnbuckle, nailing EP with a diving forearm! He makes the cover again! 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Again the champion refuses to stay down! Slate now lifting Pablo back up and it looks like he’s going for the suplex again. Wait, EP with a punch to the gut! And another! And a third! TWIST OF FATE!! Pablo with the twisting cutter!! Both men are down!!” Both ladies at ringside yell and slam their hands on the apron as they try to coax their respective fighters back into action, and El Pablo gets to his feet first as Slate gets up to a knee. With a sudden surge, Pablo runs past Slate and springs off the middle rope, spinning in mid air and catching his opponent with a springboard enziguri!! Slate falls to the mat in slow motion and Pablo rolls him over, hooking a leg for the cover! 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Masters: “Damn right! Slate is too much for Pablo to take out with his jumping bean tactics! Wait, what’s that fool doing now!? I KNEW he couldn’t just win a fair fight!!” EP motions to Cristal who slides him a chair. Lydia charges after Cristal, but the weapon has already been introduced into the match. Pablo, meanwhile, opens the chair up and sets it up near the ring ropes. Daniels: “EP sets the chair up and I think I may know what he has in mind! Slate gets slowly back to his feet but Pablo puts a stop to that with a body slam! He now motions to the crowd and runs the ropes!! Pablo hops over Slate…springs off the chair onto the top rope…TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT!! THAT’S IT, IT’S OVER!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “WHAT!? I can’t believe he kicked out of that, and from the looks of it, neither can El Pablo!” Masters: “I’m not surprised in the least! Slate is too skilled of a competitor to fall, even to the Paul’s cheap little tricks!” EP gets up, fatigue clearly showing on his squirrelly little face, and measures Slate, waiting for him to begin getting to his feet. Pablo then hits the far side at a sprint, bounding off the ropes and flying at Slate with a Thez press! Slate, however, catches Pablo and falls back with a flapjack type maneuver, smacking EP’s face right onto the seat of the chair!! *SMAAAACK!!* Masters: “YEAH!! A TASTE OF HIS OWN BLOODY MEDICINE!!” Daniels: “El Pablo met that chair face first and now he’s completely motionless! Slate is showing signs of life but it’s clear that this match has taken its toll on both competitors! Stephanie disposes of the mangled chair and Slate makes his way to his feet. He pulls Pablo up by the boa and sends him into the ropes…spinning sidewalk slam on the rebound! Slate with the cover!! 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -SHOULDER UP!! Slate pounds his fist on the mat in frustration after Pablo escapes the pin. He gets up and pulls Pablo to his feet again, whipping him into the corner. Masters: “The Paragon’ looks to be setting up for a superplex here…oh! Headbutts from El Pablo! He likely has a foreign object under that mask!” Daniels: “I doubt he has anything under that mask, Masters!” Masters: “Well, he definitely doesn’t have BRAIN under there!” Daniels: “Pablo takes control from this precarious position! What’s he got in mind here!! Oh my! ROLLING SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!!” *CRAAAAASH!!* Daniels: “What impact!! Pablo crawls weakly to his opponent and goes for the pin!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -SHOULDER UP!! Masters: “WOW! Okay, even I was a little surprised at that one!” Daniels: “Nobody can say that Alexander Slate isn’t a hell of a competitor, that’s for certain! He and El Pablo have taken each other to the limit and beyond in this contest, and it’s all still up in the air at this point!” Both men make it to their feet slowly, EP a little bit sooner than Slate. Pablo then just winds up and blasts Slate with a solid right hand. Alex rocks back a bit but then lunges forward with a fist of his own! The fans cheer as the two just exchange punches on wobbly legs! Daniels: “Look at this! This isn’t a technical display OR a fancy high-flying spot, this is just a straight up brawl!” Masters: “Well, neither of them were getting by on what they were good at, so maybe they figure that neither would expect a boxing match?” They continue to slug it out before Alex takes a quick stomp at EP’s wounded leg, which instantly gives out. Slate then quickly picks Pablo up and nails a quick gutwrench suplex! He then gets up and heads to the turnbuckle… Daniels: “Alexander Slate now going to unfamiliar territory here, taking a page out of El Pablo’s book! Slate goes all the way up top and….MOONSAULT BY SLATE!!” *THUD!!* Daniels: “NOBODY HOME!! The fans are on their feet as El Pablo rolls out of the way of that moonsault! Pablo now going high rent, but Slate makes his way back to his feet! Slate cuts EP off, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and hitting the champion with a series of punches to the gut! Slate now has Pablo…pulling him into a fireman’s carry…OH GOD!! SLATE LEAPS OFF WITH PABLO!! SUPER GUTBUSTER!! SUPER GUTBUSTER!! IT’S GOTTA BE OVER NOW!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -SHOULDER UP!! Daniels: “OH MY GOD!!” Masters: “SHENANIGANS!! BLOODY SHENANIGANS!!” Slate stares blankly at the mat as Pablo clutches at his ribs. Finally, he gets to his feet and grabs EP by the ankles, looking to set in the Paragon Lock. Pablo struggles for a few seconds and then quickly moves into a roll, the momentum of the maneuver taking Slate off his feet. Slate quickly gets up and charges at EP who sidesteps and shoves him into the corner! EP leaps up after Slate, tucking his head and springing off the turnbuckle. Masters: “TORNADO DDT!! NOOOOOO!!” Daniels: “This has to be the end! Slate was spiked right on top of his head after that move!! Pablo makes the cover!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!!! - - -NO!! SHOULDER UP!! Daniels: “MY GOD!!” Masters: “I CAN’T STOP BITING MY BLOODY NAILS!! WHICH WILL BE LITERALLY BLOODY IF THIS CONTINUES MUCH LONGER!!” The fans are electric at this point, and the ladies at ringside continue to try and encourage the wrestlers to continue. EP staggers to his feet and manages to pull Slate up, hooking his arms in a butterfly lock. Daniels: “El Pablo has him hooked up for the Identity Crisis!! REVERSAL!! SLATE WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! STEPHANIE WITH THE COUNT!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!!! - - -NO!! FOOT ON THE ROPES!! Daniels: “Slate gets up, but he thinks he’s won! Stephanie is trying to tell him that El Pablo had his foot on the bottom rope! Slate finally begins to pay attention and now he’s livid!” Masters: “I would be, too, were I him! He had the man beat!” Daniels: “Pablo has rolled out onto the apron and Slate notices him as he springboards in! HURRICANRANA!! SLATE ROLLS THROUGH WITH THE PIN!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!!! - - -NO!! PABLO REVERSES INTO A PIN OF HIS OWN!! 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - 3!!! - - -YES!! EL PABLO WITH THE WIN!! *DING-DING-DING!* Daniels: “UNBELIEVABLE!!” Masters: “Shenanigans, that’s what that is!!” Daniels: “El Pablo pulls out the victory in a great matchup, retaining the title in the process! But I don’t think anyone will forget what Alex Slate brought to the table tonight! If I were a betting man, I would bet that this was only the first of many times these two will be competing against one another!” Cristal enters the ring with EP’s belt, helping him to his feet and supporting him as he takes the belt and holds it high, celebrating his victory. Lydia enters as well as Slate slowly pulls himself to his feet by using the ropes. Slate looks at Pablo with an expression that is simultaneously frustrated and exhausted. Pablo gives his opponent a thumbs up after the match but Slate only looks disappointed in himself, exiting the ring without a word and heading up toward the back. He and Lydia stop on the ramp one more time and look to the ring where Pablo and Cristal are celebrating before disappearing behind the curtain. ***
"The scene cuts to the backstage area, where japanese import Yoshi Naniwa is welcomed to a mild cheer from the audience viewing on the Combatron. He is drinking some water from a small paper cup, near the concessions for the employees. Suddenly, he hears a noise and turns around.
CREECHHH
Naniwa is a bit worried, as he sees nothing behind him. He looks around, and notices that he sees not one single person anymore. His eyebrows raises, concerned. He hears another sound to his left, and he immediately jerks his head that direction.
CREECHHH
Again, he sees nothing. He slowly turns his head, and begins looking at the concession table... and immediately jumps back, spitting water everywhere! His eyes are wide as he stares at an object that was not there just mere seconds before. What does he see?
...A simple black top hat, with a small skull attached to the front.
Before he can make sense of this, another sound is heard... the one loud and frightening, causing Yoshi to leave the scene in a paniced state.
HA HA HA HA
The cameras cut back to the ring for more action.
*** DANIELS: "Man, that HAS to be Thanatos... I don't know who else it could be!" MASTERS: "I'm beginning to think you're right, Jarred! Although... we have had some scary dudes on our roster in the past. EOI... Vlad Valo... De'Spayre... Akumas... Distress... hell, I consider Jena Cyde one of the scariest things I have ever seen in my entire life." DANIELS: "Point taken, but we have to move forward, it's time for our next match!" MASTERS: "But first..." The scene changes backstage once again “Sid? You in there? I need to get my shit for the match.” Buzzsaw walked into the dressing room and didn’t see Sid right away. Instead he heard grunting and walked to the small room in the back and there he stopped. Sid was nailing some little blond bitch from behind. He was having the time of his life. “SID!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??!!” Not missing a beat … … “Its called sex and I am getting mine. Now go wait your turn old buddy!!” Buzz stood staring at Sid and turned and looked around, he spied his bag open and walked over to it and grabbed it. Searching around he didn’t see one thing he wanted. “Muther … FUCK!!! GODDAMN IT SID!!! YOU GOT DISTRACTED BY A WHORE AND NOW MY TITLE IS GONE!!! YOU LET JAKOB MAYHEM GET ONE OVER ON YOU!!!” Sid grunted and turned to look at Buzz. “Man talk about a mood killer. Don’t worry, you will get it back after the match when you beat him.” Mad as hell Buzz turned and stormed out of the dressing room. Sid turned his attention back to the little blond. “Bet you never had it so good before.” The little blond turned her head to look back at him, her hand moving her hair and revealing an ear piece. “I’m sorry I was on the phone, have you started yet?” The camera cuts from the shocked look on Sid’s face. Standing in the ring is none other than Jessica Towers looking hot as ever. Ladies and gentlemen the next match is for the UV Title. It will be a 20 minute frenzy match in which whomever is the last one to gain a pin will be the Ultra Violent Champion. The crowd loved the idea and cheered loudly. Introducing first … … The screen lit up with the face of Jakob Mayhem. The crowd went hot with heat for the man no one likes. “Jessica, shut your face and let me do this.” Jessica pain no attention to the insult and pointed to the screen and lowered her mic. “Now if anyone wants the UV Title then you are going to have to come and get it. I have it and well I think that since Theresa Baines made me the target for all the so called challengers to shoot for, then I figured I should also have the title. I am outside, you want me come get me, you want the title, then go to hell.” The crowd jeered loudly as the cameras backstage cut to the competitors heading away from the ring. The first was the goliath and only current member of the Fiscus clan, Garrett. He was moving down the hall towards the rear of the arena when he was stopped dead in his tracks. A hot little red head was standing by an open door and smiled at him. “William? Can you do me a favor? I seem to have a problem and only you can help me with it.” She smiled at him with a look that left no doubt, as well she flashed him by opening her blouse showing nothing but her under it. He smiled, turned and looked around as he walked in the room. Instead of her following him, a loud crack was heard from in the room, Jakob Mayhem walked out with a broken baseball bat. Pulling the door shut, he tied a rope around the handle and the other end around a stand up forklift parked nearby. “That’s one.” Daniels: Ok that’s not right. Having his play … whatever she is lure Garrett into an ambush is wrong. Masters: Its only wrong cause the big oaf fell for it. If he had blown her off you would have been talking about how smart he is. Daniles: This is supposed to be a fight, not a seduction. Masters: You would do her. Daniels: No, I don’t think I would touch her. Masters: Like I touched your mom. Daniels: What? Axel St James is hauling ass down the hallway as he rounds a corner and is nailed by a hard clothesline by Sledge. Laughing as he lay the boots to him, he doesn’t see Rossman Ballard coming up behind him. Beholders paralyzer!!! Sledge is down. Buzzsaw storms out the backdoor, the parking lot is arranged with a ring of cars and a box truck in the middle of the ring of cars like the set in a diamond ring. “JAKKKOBBBB YOU ARE DEAD MEAT!!! Buzz looked around and was surprised to see Jakob sitting on the back of one of the cars. He was drinking a beer and not acting the least bit worried. He stands as Buzz walks up to him. Neither man saying a word as they start throwing rights and lefts. Both men rocking the other. Rossman Ballard is next to burst through the doors, followed by Axel and finally Sledge. Masters: Business is about to pick up. Daniels: Really? You had to say that? Masters: Like I tell my harem, it is what it is. Daniels: All the men are there and its time to see who really wants this title. Masters: Think Garrett will realize what happened to him someday? Jakob is staggered by a hard shot to the chin by Buzzsaw. As he falls back Axel nails him with a flying lariat from behind. Sledge makes a detour and looks for a weapon. Finding a trunk open he searches around gets the spare tire. Using it like a discus, he spins and throws it across the parking lot nailing Buzz in the chest. The tire bouncing off and hitting Ballard in the balls. Both men stagger around as Sledge has that oops look on his face. Axel turns and runs at Sledge as Sledge tries to find another weapon, not seeing the incoming attack till it was too late and both men slam into the car. The hood being literally bent by the impact. Buzz getting his wind back, grabs the downed Jakob and spins him around head first into the side of the box truck. The rivet heads claiming its first victim. Making sure his face is tight against the metal, Buzz shoves Jakobs face along the seam. Blood marking the trail down the white truck side. Ballard stands up and is nailed by El Pablo!! Daniels: EL PABLO IS IN THIS??!!! Master: Figures, he is a squirrel and he is nuts. This proves it. El Pablo gets to his feet and scrambles on top of a car and takes a running leap and … …. Ballard catches him and throws him like a lawn dart across the front of another car. Following him, he grabs him by the mask and yanks. The mask comes off and reveals the man known as Hank!!! Daniels: That is not El Pablo!!!! Masters: That is the before shot of him before he used Charles Atlas’s system for muscles, he wont get sand kicked in his face anymore. Daniels: He is the friend of Buzzsaw!! Masters: He has friends? Ballard lifts Hank and runs towards a small compact and tosses Hank through the air and against the windshield. The resulting crash left no doubt Hanks ass was now mounted on the dash. Ballard turns and is blasted by a tire iron across the stomach by Axel. Grabbing him by the head and into a hard ddt on the blacktop. Rolling over the ref, who had the sense to stay out of the way, counts 1 2 3!!! Daniels: Axel is the current UV Champ!! Masters: Not for long. Sledge crawling out of the trunk, stumbles over and spins Buzz around. They pause and start playing patty cakes as Axel get sup. On the bakers man, both turn and punch Axel in the face at the same time. Axel goes flying and lands against the side of a car. He moves just as Jakobs large foot just misses and crashes through the window. Sledge takes the opportunity to grab Axel and slam his head into the hood of a car, the hood popping slightly, Sledge throwing up the hood and looking at the engine. He yanks the battery cables off and grabs the battery, throwing it in one motion at Axel’s head. Axel dodging at the last second as the battery bounces off and hits the wall of the arena building. Jakob getting his foot free of the car, is hit head on by Buzz. Tackled to the ground, Jakob is being pummeled by lefts and rights. His face a bloody mess. Ballard getting back to his feet staggers around looking for something to attack with, his face a bloody mess thanks to the black top. Ripping open a car door, he yanks till he gets the backseat loose. Axel staggering out from between two cars, is meet by rich Corinthian leather as Ballard lets him eat foam. Axel staggers back and trips over Buzz, Jakob using the moment to get loose by using a hard shot to Buzz’s throat. Ballard seizing the chance, reaches under the hood of the car Sledge tore apart, rips loose the wires and uses them like a rope around the throat of Buzz. Hank getting his ass out of the window, runs over to the back of the box truck, pulls out a now familiar sight, a kendo stick. Opening a gas tank and shoving the stick in as far as it will go, he hurries to where Buzz is down to his knees and near out, and gives it to him and strikes a lighter and sets it on fire. Buzz using it by striking back over his own head and into Ballards head. Ballard staggered back finally letting go, Buzz yanking the wires off his throat. Sledge and Jakob began duking it out to the side. Axel charges over to be met with a kendo stick to the head, Jakob grabbed Sledge and shoved him at Buzz to watch Buzz slam the kendo stick into the head of Sledge. Jakob laughing as Buzz looks pissed he hit the wrong one. Jakob turns and is met with kick to the gut, an arm around the neck and an attempted ddt. From MORGAN MAYHEM???!!! Masters: Bitch attack!! Daniels: Once more she is trying to help her man. Masters: She could help him more by getting back in the bed and waiting for him. Daniels: You really are a pig you know that? Jakob shoves her off, she charges back at him and he grabs her up, runs to the box truck and slams her against the side. Buzz used her as a distraction and nailed Jakob across the back with the burning kendo stick. The stick exploding as he did. Ballard pulled out a long plank from the back of the Box truck and was busy laying it across the roof of two cars, he got another one and lay it beside the other. Axel has a hood up and gets a fan loose, Sledge is up and slowly gets to Buzz and spins him around, shoving him back against the box truck. Hank tries to get between them and finds his face bouncing off the side of the truck thanks to Sledge. Hank hits the ground and rolls under the truck where Morgan had ended up. Ballard grabs a ladder out of the truck and stands it between the car facing the two planks. Axel runs at Sledge and Buzz shoves him back out of the way. Axel hits the truck with the fan causing it to get stuck. Sledge grabs Axel from behind, plastering him against the truck, staggering him. Buzz turns and locks up with Jakob, neither giving ground as they struggle around the ring of cars. Sledge scoops Axel up and hits a sit out powerbomb holding the pin, the ref counts. 1 2 3!!! Masters: Oh great the toothless wonder is the UV Champ. Daniels: at least he isn’t brainless like you. Jakob turns Buzz around and presses him backwards over the hood of a car. Ballard seized a chance and uses a piece of 2x4 across the back of Jakob, Buzz stands up and is met across the chest, and then across the back with it. Sledge getting up slowly is nailed and dropped with blood starting to run down the side of his face as Ballard is the only man standing. Pulling Jakob to his feet, Ballard slowly gets to the cars and pulls the still stunned and bloody Jakob up on the hood. Moving to the ladder, he tries to pull Jakob to him, Jakob fighting. Buzz has gotten to his feet and slowly managed to climb the front of the box truck. Standing on the roof of the box, he stands watching as the ref signals two minutes remaining. Axel to his feet, climbs on the car and starts fighting back and forth with Jakob and Ballard, Sledge slowly gets to them. All four are standing on the cars. Ballard and Axel having moved to the boards spanning the cars. Sledge on the ladder, Jakob getting the bad end of the set of punches as he is being brought on the boards. The ref signals one minute as a scream is let out, everyone freezes and looks up in time to see Buzz launch himself off the truck. Jakob jumped at the last second as Buzz landed on Ballard and Axel. Buzz and Axel crashed onto the car, the hood collapsing and both men hanging over the edge like the car was throwing them up. Ballard hits sledge and both fall over the ladder landing on the ground, Sledge hitting the side and bouncing over on his stomach against the wall of the building. Ballard landing with his legs raised like he as sitting on the side of the car. Jakob slowly stirring towards Ballard. 10 Reaching Ballard, Jakob drops an arm over Ballard. 9 The ref makes his way towards the train wreck. 8 Morgan runs and stumbles catching the refs pant leg 7 The ref steps, drags Morgan 7 Morgan tries to wrap her arms around the refs leg 6 The ref steps and tries to pull free 5 The ref pulls free and gets to where the pin is. 4 The ref counts 1 2 3!!!! Jakob Mayhem is the new CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION!! Masters: I knew he would do it. He was my pick all along. Daniels: Yeah he may have won it, but at what cost to the others? And will he be able to keep it? Masters: Who is going to take it from him? Daniels: Time will tell.
*** DANIELS: "This will be a great bout, as both men are looking for a win for more than the normal reason." MASTERS: "They both suck?" DANIELS: "No, you ass. Blaze is in a PPV slump, and Waters hasn't won in his homeland on any CZW events." MASTERS: "So, right... they both suck." '4 Words (To Choke Upon)' by Bullet for my Valentine begins signaling that its time for Australia's own Shawn Waters. Waters comes out to a thunderous applause from the CZW fans. He plays to the crowd then hits the ring. DANIELS:And here is Shawn Waters, the hometown hero. MASTERS:Hometown? We're in Melbourne, not Sydney. DANIELS:Doesn't matter, its all Australia MASTERS:With that logic Alan Fiscus should get cheered everywhere back in the states, not just Kansas, after all its “all America. DANIELS:Will you stop trying to make me look like a fool? MASTERS:Only when you do so yourself Let Me Entertain You hits and from out behind the curtains steps Brian Blaze who is apparently dressed like Steve Irwin but instead of shorts hes wearing an obscenely short pair of khaki tights. He ignores the massive boos and struts to the ring. He removes his shirt and the bell rings. DANIELS:Is...is he dressed like Steve Irwin?!
MASTERS:I can't tell, Blaze's family jewels are blinding me The two lock up, Blaze hooks a headlock. Waters backs him into the ropes and attempts to push Blaze off but it doesn't work as Blaze just slides to the ground, keeping the headlock on.Shawn pushes up and gets back to his feet but Blaze snaps off a headlock takeover, putting Shawn back down DANIELS:This match is starting out slow, Blaze is not wanting to let go of that headlock. .The fans begin to will Shawn on as he trys to make it back to his feet again. He does and starts to hit Blaze with punches to the ribs. Now freed he starts nailing Brian with rights, backing him into the ropes. Shawn whips him in to the opposite set of ropes and hits him with an elbow on the rebound then makes a cover ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT Shawn picks Blaze up and sends him into the ropes again and goes for a clothesline on the rebound but Blaze ducks, hits the ropes and nails Shawn with a big flying forearm. Blaze quickly gets back to his feet and starts to kick away at Shawn, how has made it to one knee. He picks Shawn up, backs him into the corner and starts to wail away until the ref pulls him off. Blaze turns away from Shawn and flips off the fans who respond with boos. DANIELS:Blaze is showing these fans no respect tonight. MASTERS:Like they should, they'd boo him here tonight no matter what so hes giving them something to boo about Blaze turns and charges at Shawn who quickly moves out of the way, sending Blaze into the corner. Shawn kicks him in the gut, stands him up straight and hits Blaze with a knife-edge chop causing the fans to Woo ad Blaze to stumble out, holding his chest and drop to his knees. Shawn follows up with a one handed bulldog and a pin attempt. ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS:Waters almost had him there Shawn stands back up and waits for Blaze to to the same. Blaze stumbles up and walks straight into a gut kick. Shawn hooks him for a DDT but BB twists out and goes for a clothesline but Shawn ducks and grabs Blaze for an STO but again BB counters, this time with elbows to the back of the head. Shawn lets go and BB backs him into the ropes. He whips Shawn off the ropes but Shawn twists under BB's arm and charges, Blaze quickly ducks and pulls the rope down, sending Shawn out of the ring to the floor. DANIELS:Christ, what a series of reversals there MASTERS:Brilliance on Blaze's part to pull the ropes down. Thats exactly what I would have done. DANIELS:Except if it was you in there with Waters this would have been over five minutes ago. MASTERS:For once you're right, I'd already be in the back taking a victory shower by now.
Blaze follows and hits Shawn with a kick to the face. He picks Shawn up and hooks him for a suplex but stops to mock the crowd. He lifts Shawn up who slides over BB's back, spins blaze around and hits him with a Double Knee Facebreaker. Shawn climbs back into the ring, leaving BB on the outside. Shawn looks around then leans down, ready to charge. DANIELS:What is Waters thinking here? MASTERS:He thinks? Blaze makes it to his feet and Shawn takes off, diving all the way over the ropes at Blaze, who barely ducks, sending Waters crashing into the railing. MASTERS:STINGRAY!! DANIELS:What the hell?You idiot that doesn't even make sense, Blaze is the one dressed like Steve Irwin! MASTERS:Does it really matter? Shawn just got his chest caved in! Blaze quicky throws him back in and makes a cover. ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT BB slaps the mat out of frustration then gets up and starts to drop knees onto the fallen Shawn Waters. After about six of them he pulls Shawn up ant hits him with an European uppercut, sending him into the corner. Blaze pulls back to punch Shawn but pauses then gets a smile on his face. He climbs the corner and starts to rain down with punches 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . Blaze stops and runs his hands through his hair and then flicks the sweat off at the fans with a smile on his face. The smile is breif through as Waters manages to grab BB's legs and hit a running powerbomb. DANIELS:Shawn made Blaze pay for that taunting with a big powerbomb The fans are going wild as both men make it to their feet. The both charge at one another,BB goes for a clothesline that Shawn ducks, Shawn jumps to the second rope and hits BB with a springboard crossbody. Shawn plays to the crowd then hits the dazed Blaze with a running Enzuiguri then goes for the pin. ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS:Blaze barely made it out before the three count. Shawn climbs out onto the apron and waits. Blaze stumbles up and Shawn springboards into the ring but BB catches him with an inverted atomic drop. MASTERS:STINGRAY!! DANIELS:IT STILL DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! Blaze shakes thee cobwebs loose the hits Shawn with a kick to the gut that doubles him over, then a kick to the face to stand him back up then as he goes for the superkick to end The Money Shot but Shawn ducks and rolls Blaze up. ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS:Alot of close calls in this match Blaze runs at Shawn but Shawn grabs Blaze's legs, trips him and begins to go for the Waterboard but Blaze manages to counter into a small package. ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS:Blaze showing the smarts here tonight that'll get him a win here. They both snap up. Shawn runs at BB who drop-toe-holds him into the 2nd turnbuckle and rolls him up with a hand full of tights. ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS:Again Shawn kicks out They both get up but Shawn, obviously rocked is a bit slower, BB whips him into the corner and follows behind but Shawn manages to jump to the top rope and backflip over Blaze, but thinking quickly Blaze nails Shawn with a superkick as he lands, which knocks Shawn silly and spins him around. BB quickly move behind Shawn and hits “This Is What I Did To Your Mother Last Night”.Blaze goes for the pin. MASTERS:Its over! ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . Blaze pulls Shawn out of the pin! DANIELS:What the hell is he doing? MASTERS:Having fun, he knows he has this match in the bag, now its time to enjoy it BB signals that hes not done here. He drags Shawn in to the corner to where Shawn's feet are at the bottom turnbuckle. Blaze climbs to the top rope and looks down at Shawn then at the booing fans and gyrates a bit before jumping off and going for some kind of modified Lou Thesz Press but Shawn sticks his knees up, catching Blaze right in the cojones, causing Blaze to frontflip into the middle of the ring, holding his crotch. DANIELS:NOW THATS A STINGRAY!! MASTERS:WILL YOU SHUT UP, THATS NOT EVEN FUNNY! Shawn quickly gets up and smashes BB with “Saulty Waters” ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!!! '4 Words (To Choke Upon)' by Bullet for my Valentine begins again as a joyous Shawn Waters goes out into the crowd of his fellow countrymen to celebrate his 1st win in the country. ***
The scene cuts to backstage, where one of CZW's Global Tag champs, Johnny Kerosene, is eating a meal while watching the show on a monitor in a dressing room. He is a bit disappointed after the Brian Blaze/Shawn Waters match. Suddenly, he hears a noise after just taking a bite of chicken. He pauses, looks around, but sees no one. It sounded like a click. He shrugs, and then continues what he was doing. A few moments go by, then another sound. This time it is clearer, as Johnny was not chewing. He puts the plate down on the unfolded tray on his left, and looks around some more. He has a very confused look on his face, but sees nothing. He finally shrugs again, and returns to watching the monitor, as Blaze and Waters are now leaving to come to the back, and his meal. He eats more of the chicken leg, until the meat is completely devoured and only bone remains. He sits the plate back down on the tray. Suddenly, the sound goes off again, this time louder and clearer. A very sharp click. Johnny gets up out of his seat and looks around.
JOHNNY: "Who is there!?"
Nothing. He looks around some more, seeing not a moving thing in the dressing room. Suddenly, the lights and monitor go out and it's complete darkness!
HA HA HA HA
Just after the frightening laughter concludes, the lights come back. Johnny looks freaked out completely. He is standing in front of the tray, on guard. But alas, again he sees nothing. He slowly lets his guard up, confused as all get out. He turns around to turn the monitor back on, as it did not automatically, and almost jumps out of his boots. He hurriedly leaves the scene and you can now see why. In place of the chicken bone, on his plate, on the tray...
Is a human skull.
The scene cuts back to the ring
MASTERS: "Damn, what the hell is going on tonight!?"
DANIELS: "I think Thanatos is screwing around!"
MASTERS: "Now, again, we don't know it's Thanatos... it could be... Damien Natas... or Dante Sparda."
DANIELS: "Who?"
MASTERS: "Okay, good point. It's Thanatos! And that bloke COMPLETELY creeps me out!" *** Backstage we find Eddie Rowan in ring gear getting warmed up for his match as Spencer Pierce stands beside him offering words of encouragement. Eddie looks focused and determined as he stretches and shakes his limbs, breathing deeply. The light in the room is almost eclipsed suddenly as the massive form of Mortius appears. Eddie stops dead in his tracks and Spencer’s voice trails off as they both look up to the face of the new arrival. Stoic and imposing as ever, Mortius stands in his leather surcoat with the World Championship belt draped over one shoulder. He drops his gaze to look at the belt for a long moment and then back to Eddie, initiating a brief staredown. Slowly, the corners of Mortius’ mouth turn ever so slightly into a faint grin, and he wordlessly extends his fist to Eddie. Nodding in agreement to his friend’s silent statement, Eddie bumps fists with Mortius in a show of mutual respect. As silently as he arrived, Mortius turns and leaves. Spencer quietly tells Eddie that he is ready and that tonight is his night, psyching him up a bit as the scene cuts back to ringside.
*** TOWERS: "This next bout is a fatal four way and it is for the CZW Intercontinental title!" The crowd cheers TOWERS: "Introducing first..." "Fuck The System" by System of a Down as the crowd cheers TOWERS: "Weighing in at 252 pounds and hailing from Washington, DC... Weed Whackin'... WAYLON KREW!" Krew walks out, dressed in blue jeans and a black "CZW" t-shirt. He pauses for the crowd and nods his head, making his way down to the ring. TOWERS: "And secondly..." "Power" by Kanye West plays to a mixed reaction TOWERS: "Weighing in at 252 pounds and hailing from Birmingham, Alabama... he is a former two-time CZW World TV champion... RONNIE McNEIL!!" Ronnie comes out, all business. He ignores the fans and calmly walks down to the ring. He is wearing black and gold trunks, and black boots. TOWERS: "And thirdly..." "Feeding Off Your Weakness" by xAFBx ft. xREIGNOFTERRORx plays to a LARGE chorus of boos TOWERS: "Weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada... being led to the ring by Selena... He is a former CZW X-Division champion... The Straight Edge Curse... RYAN SHANE!!" The boos continue as Ryan comes out, with Selena in his arm. He is shirtless and wearing black army-like pants. Selena has a black tank top on, and her hair pulled back in pig tails. They walk down to the ring, jaw jacking occassionally with fans. TOWERS: "And finally..." "Welt" by AM Conspiracy plays, surprisingly to a few cheers TOWERS: "Weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Buckeye, Arizona... he is the reigning and defending CZW Intercontinental champion... The Phoenix... MIKE KING!!" King comes running out, with black and red tights on, and his hair hanging down to his shoulders. As he runs, he takes off the title and throws it to the attendant as he slides in, and immediately attacks Shane. * DING DING DING * DANIELS: "Now this is a Tornado match, meaning there are no tags... whoever gets a pinfall first is the champion!" MASTERS: "That's not very fair to King!" DANIELS: "That's what he signed up for! And he is getting a piece of Shane, sending him reeling! Ronnie has blind sided Waylon, kneeing him in the gut." MASTERS: "It's already a madhouse, and it just started!" DANIELS: "Can't be crazier than that UV match though. Mike has full control of Shane now, on top of him delivering rights and lefts. Ronnie has Krew in a corner, and is chopping the crap out of him!" * CHOP! * * CHOP! * * CHOP! * MASTERS: "Ronnie then kicks in the gut, and goes to irish whip him... but Krew blocks it, and turns him around... throwing Ronnie back into the corner he was just in. A back elbow! Another! Another! Oh no, not this.." DANIELS: "The mounted punches!" ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN DANIELS: "Krew gets down, and Ronnie falls down to the mat face first!" MASTERS: "Mike has picked Shane up, and chops him a few times as well!" * CHOP! * * CHOP! * * CHOP! * DANIELS: "A kick to the gut, and he runs to the ropes... and nearly takes Shane's head with a roaring elbow!" The crowd pops MASTERS: "Why are they cheering for King!?" DANIELS: "I think it's more so they're cheering for whoever is against Shane." MASTERS: "Don't get me wrong, EVERYONE should love King... but fools usually do not!" DANIELS: "Waylon has picked up Ronnie, and throws him to the ropes... a big shoulderblock, sending Ronnie down. Krew then runs to the ropes... whoa, big splash! AND THE FIRST COVER!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Too soon." MASTERS: "Way too soon, that's Ronnie McNeil in there!" DANIELS: "Mike has Shane in another corner now, chopping some more. He irish whips him to the opposite end. He comes running in... but Shane moves! King runs right into the pole with his right shoulder!" MASTERS: "Doh! And Shane knows how to take advantage, as he rolls him up!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Not quite. Now Shane mounts King, his turn to deliver a series of punches and forearms!" DANIELS: "Krew has Ronnie up... and chooses to throw him to the outside!" MASTERS: "Smart move by the dumbest guy in the match. Take Ronnie out of his element, and bring him into Waylon's." DANIELS: "Waylon follows suit, and Ronnie walks away trying to get away... but no good as Waylon pounds a forearm to his back." MASTERS: "In the ring, Shane has picked King up. Kick to the gut... Double-Underhook lift into knee neckbreaker! He calls that the Cursebreaker, Jarred." DANIELS: "Lovely. He's not going for a pin here, though... he wants to inflict more pain!" MASTERS: "On the outside, Waylon is still firmly in control of Ronnie... which is rather odd to me." DANIELS: "Well, Waylon is probably one of the most under-rated stars we have on the roster. I'm a big fan. The question is, based on current events... if he doesn't win this match, what does the future hold for Krew?" MASTERS: "From what I know... not a shower!" DANIELS: "Funny. He is irish whipping Ronnie into the guardrail... NO! Ronnie reverses it!" * CRASH * DANIELS: "Krew's back slams hard into the guardrail, so hard in fact, he falls over it and into the crowd!" MASTERS: "And Ronnie is slowly following him... Bad news for Krew, I think he's pissed off McNeil!" DANIELS: "On the inside, Shane sees that he is along with King... and is looking to make short work of him. He chops him hard, and throws him to the ropes... and nails him with a spinning backfist! He then grabs King into a small package!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Amazing, King is resiliant!" DANIELS: "Who are you going for in this match, William?" MASTERS: "...Whoever wins!" DANIELS: "Fantastic. In the crowd, Ronnie is pounding away on Krew... a fan hands Ronnie a can of Foster's... and he smashes it into Krew's face! Waylon invited him into his world, and Ronnie said... I don't mind if I do!" MASTERS: "Ronnie grabs him by the head and slams him hard into the wall on that second walking tier. He then... wait... Oh hell, He's irish whipped Krew back down the stairs from wence they came! That dark mass falls like an avalanche!" DANIELS: "Insane, that's a man's health at risk! That is too far!" MASTERS: "We go over this all the time, Jarred. When a title is at stake, all is fair!" DANIELS: "There should be a line, dammit! Ronnie follows him down." MASTERS: "On the inside, Ryan Shane is still in control of King. He has him in a corner, chopping him a few times. He's saying that's it! He lifts him up in a Torture rack... this is it, the Murder Scene!" DANIELS: "No! King slides off, and is behind Shane! Shane turns around... kick to the gut! Cross-arm swinging side slam! The King Smash!" MASTERS: "Now both men are laid out on the mat. OH! Ronnie has just thrown Krew back to ringside, over that same guardrail. Ronnie is stalking him now... he's going to use that guardrail to springboard off of. Nice." DANIELS: "He measures, and waits... Krew is finally back up to his feet, and turns around... Ronnie leaps! AND KREW SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH A POWERSLAM!" MASTERS: "NO! Damn! Ronnie!" DANIELS: "Ronnie and Krew are laid out on the outside, Shane and King on the inside!" CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" MASTERS: "This is what we thought it would be... a great match." DANIELS: "Indeed. Shane and King begin stirring, and they're getting up about at the same time... They begin sluggishly punching each other... Shane punches, but Mike blocks it... and locks him up in a hammerlock... Hammerlock arm breaker DDT!! Crue Bar DDT! The cover from the champ!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Wow, Shane is hurting after that, but he had the fortitude to still kick out! Good man." DANIELS: "He is maybe the biggest asshole I have ever seen. And I've seen my share of assholes." MASTERS: "That's what I tell people about you." DANIELS: "I--What!? You bastard." MASTERS: "Thank you." DANIELS: "On the outside, Krew is back up... and slowly picks Ronnie up... tossing him back inside. Krew follows, and... immediately goes for a cover." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "No good, there was too much time wasted. The big guy picks Ronnie up... and nails him with a headbutt! He slams him back down with a scoop slam, and is going to the top rope! That fool, high risk!" DANIELS: "It might pay off! He is up, and the crowd is firmly behind him." CROWD: "KREW! KREW! KREW!" DANIELS: "He leaps! FLYING HEADBUT---NO! Ronnie moved! Krew landed on the mat face first!" MASTERS: "And somehow, it's made him even UGLIER!" DANIELS: "Whatever! Mike has Shane under control... he lifts him up for a German suplex... and nails it! But Shane has the agility to land on his feet! In a desperation move... LUNG BLOWER!" MASTERS: "Taliban Backpack, Jarred, get it right!" DANIELS: "The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Too close!" DANIELS: "Ronnie has picked Krew back up, slowly... he kicks Krew in the gut... positions him... pausing... and a Stall tiger driver! The Fall from Grace!" MASTERS: "The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . FOOT ON ROPES MASTERS: "Blast! So close!" DANIELS: "Ronnie smacks the mat with frustration, before getting back up. He looks at King and Shane, as Shane has just nailed the champ with a Cradle Butterfly lifted into a front Lungblower!!" MASTERS: "The Shatter Heart, Daniels! Do you not have the Ryan Shane fan book!?" DANIELS: "Of course not!" MASTERS: "Can't afford it, huh? Pathetic. The cover! Ronnie is just looking on!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Maybe he could sense that King would kick out? Regardless, he turns his attention back to Krew... picks him up... and NAILS him with a Double Arm DDT! Krew may be done!" MASTERS: "But he's still not covering him? What gives? OH! RYAN SHANE HAS MIKE KING UP...." * SLAM! * MASTERS: "MURDER SCENE!!! IT'S OVER!! RYAN SHANE IS OUR NEW IC CHAMP!" DANIELS: "Wait! RONNIE!" * THUD * MASTERS: "WHA!? Ronnie just nailed Shane from OUT OF NOWHERE with that Flawless cutter of his! Oh shit, he covers King!!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!! * DING DING DING * MASTERS: "Holy cow!" TOWERS: "Your winner... and NEW CZW Intercontinental champion... RONNIE McNEIL!" "Power" plays as Ronnie grabs the title from the ref, and makes a bee line out of the ring as the other three men are slowly figuring it out. Shane is the most pissed of all three, as he had the match in the bag. King gets out of the ring, a somber look on his face... He then looks at Shane with hatred in his eyes, as all three men are still in great pain. Even Ronnie is a bit tired, as he celebrates on the ramp. The crowd is half and half, as they have always been with Ronnie. He couldn't care less. A video package highlighting the upcoming CZW Japanese tour airs, highlighting each of the stops and mentioning the anniversary PPV in Tokyo, another installment of "Extreme Intervention."
*** The crew members have rolled the black coffin down to ringside TOWERS: "It is now time for your Horrorcore main event!" The crowd pops loudly TOWERS: "This will be a Casket Match for the CZW World Heavyweight championship! Introducing first..." "Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa begins to play over the PA as the crowd cheer TOWERS: "The challenger... hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds... he is a former Global Tag Team and X-Division champion... He is the Clown... the Killer... the Saint... EDDIE ROWAN!!" A small fireworks display goes off as Eddie walks out from behind the curtain. The crowd is in a frenzy. He is wearing a skeleton hoodie and bone-printed wrestling gear, which is a mixture of black and purple. He acknowledges the fans, high fiving as he walks down the aisle. He slides into the ring, takes off his hoodie, looks at the coffin for a moment, and then poses at a turnbuckle. TOWERS: "And his opponent..." "Tearing the Veil from Grace" by Cradle of Filth begins to play as the cheers continue and the lights dim TOWERS: "He is the reigning and defending CZW World Heavyweight champion... hailing from San Antonio, Texas and weighing in at 304 pounds... He is the Shadow... MORTIUS!!" Fog creeps out from the curtain, with a purple light given it a purple haze. Mortius, calm and collected, walks out slowly. He is wearing a black trench coat, and his long hair is hanging in his face. The coat is open, revealing the CZW World Heavyweight title wrapped around his waist. He walks down to the ring, ignoring all the fans, but not in a negative way. He is focused. He gets into the ring, and takes off his trenchcoat. He is wearing all black. He removes the title and hands it to chief referee Darrin Powers, who shows it to the crowd. Eddie and Mortius look at each other from opposite sides of the ring as the bell sounds. * DING DING DING * DANIELS: "And here we go! This is going to be a classic." MASTERS: "Both men very talented, and very hungry. Mortius wants to prove he is a worthy champion, while Eddie wants to finally win the title that's alluded him twice before." DANIELS: "Both men are hesitant, and they finally nod to each other in respect before beginning to circle." MASTERS: "And we all know that respect will go out of the window when it comes down to the wire. This is all about the title, not friendship." DANIELS: "They circle each other some more, before finally locking up. Mortius, with the strength advantage, immediately backs Eddie up into a corner. Darrin calls for the break, which Mortius gives cleanly. They back up back to the center of the ring, and lock up again. This time, Mortius quickly locks on a side headlock. He wrenches a few times, before Eddie can throw him to the ropes. On the rebound, Mortius knocks Eddie hard on his back. Mortius runs to the opposite ropes, and Eddie flops over on his belly. Mortius leaps over him, going to the ropes again and Eddie is up. Eddie with a leapfrop, which isn't spectacular in itself, but he just did it perfectly over the tall Mortius! The rebound again... Mortius with another shoulderblock, but this time Eddie braces the impact. They stare at each before acknowledging each other's skills with a quick knuckle bump." MASTERS: "This comes down to Speed vs Strength, no doubt about it." DANIELS: "They circle each other again, before locking up. This time, Eddie is quick with the headlock. He pulls down, not wanting Mortius to get up to a full vertical base. Mortius tries to fight it off. A few more moments go by, before Mortius throws Eddie into the ropes. OH!" MASTERS: "That's what I'm talking about, Big boot right to the kisser... that friendship is obsolete until that bell rings again." DANIELS: "I have to agree with that one, as Eddie is dazed. Mortius picks him back up, and moves him to a corner. He irish whips..." * THUNK * DANIELS: "And throws Eddie hard into the corner! He walks up to him, and delivers a series of hard back elbows to the skull of Eddie. The fourth one is so powerful, Eddie falls down to the ground, slumped in the corner. Mortius finally shows emotion, as he revs up for the crowd." CROWD: "Mort-i-us! Mort-i-us! Mort-i-us!" MASTERS: "He doesn't showboat too much, however, as he picks Rowan out from the corner. He delivers a mighty headbutt once they're back in the middle of the ring, knocking Rowan back down to the mat. The Shadow picks Eddie back up, and delivers a short series of right handed punches... just to keep him dazed. He grabs him in a headlock... and this time delivers a series of knees to the ribs! Good work by the champ here." DANIELS: "He has Eddie in his complete control, as he lets go and Eddie drops down to the mat again, holding his chest. Mortius is slow and calculating, like a viper. He picks Eddie back up by the hair. Mortius is almost a full foot taller than Eddie. He throws him to the ropes... but Eddie ducks the clothesline! The rebound... Eddie ducks another clothesline! The third rebound... Eddie nails him with a spinning heel kick!" MASTERS: "The big man doesn't go down, however, as he stumbles backwards. Eddie, still hurt, is back up... and nails a dropkick! That sends Mortius over the top rope, and out onto the floor right in front of us!" DANIELS: "Eddie shows his aggression, as he too revs up for the crowd. As Mortius is back up on his knees, Eddie sits on the second rope and holds the top up, inviting him back in. Mortius insists he backs off, and Eddie shrugs while doing so. Mortius is back up on the canvas, and re-enters the ring. They begin circling each other again." MASTERS: "They lock up, and immediately Eddie nails a kick to the gut." * CHOP! * * CHOP! * * CHOP! * DANIELS: "Eddie has Mortius reeling back after a series of chops. He grabs his arms and throws him to the ropes... drop toe-hold! Eddie is quickly up and runs to the other side... running legdrop to the back of the champion's head!" CROWD: "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!" MASTERS: "These ausholes can't even decide who they want to cheer!" DANIELS: "Because both men are fan favorites, William... something you know nothing about." MASTERS: "I know all about it, it's just rubbish to me." DANIELS: "Now there's a big Mortius chant again... the fans are lighting up!" CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" DANIELS: "Eddie has Mortius back up, and nails a few left handed punches to the head. He has him dazed enough, and runs to the ropes." MASTERS: "But no! Eddie was going for either a Lou Thesz press or something, and Mortius catches him by the throat! The champ now has Rowan in a lifting choke!" DANIELS: "He keeps him up in the air, as Eddie wiggles trying to break it. He is grasping for air. Mortius throws him down hard on the mat, onto his back. Eddie clutches at his throat, as the champ picks him back up by the hair. He picks him up.. into a military press!" MASTERS: "Look at the power of the champ here, holding him up in the air with ease! OH! He drops him down into a rib breaker! What a great move, and he's focusing on the ribs it seems." DANIELS: "IT SEEMS." MASTERS: "You will died, Jarred." DANIELS: "Don't go RUTHLESS on me, or anything. Mortius picks Rowan back up, and locks on an abdominal stretch." MASTERS: "And he's grinding his elbow into Eddie's ribs as he stretches, looking to ground most of Eddie's offense. Intelligent move, and of course it is, he's the champ." DANIELS: "Eddie howls out in pain, trying to break the hold. He's reaching for the nearest ropes, but Mortius is firm and won't budge. This is merely to wear Eddie down, as you can only win this match by placing your opponent inside of that casket there, and shut the lid." MASTERS: "Gives me the shivers. This whole night has creeped me out." DANIELS: "Well, with the apparent return of Thanatos, me too!" MASTERS: "Let's hope he doesn't show back up tonight." DANIELS: "Ditto. Mortius lets go over the stretch, and nails Eddie with a short-arm clothesline. He picks him back up, and literally throws him into the nearest corner." CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "A series of short punches to the ribs, further damaging that key area. Mortius now lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle... looks like a superplex attempt to me, Jarred." DANIELS: "Good observation, as he begins trying to join Eddie. But Eddie is fighting back, in pain, but not out yet! The southpaw nails him with some punches, and Mortius retaliates with some of his own. Mortius is now standing on the second turnbuckle, but Eddie won't let him ascend more. They keep exchanging blows... Eddie pokes Mortius in the eye! I never thought I'd see him do that!" MASTERS: "You got to do what you got to do to secure that title, Daniels! I commend the man." DANIELS: "And he'd feel disgraced for it if he even knew. Eddie with more punches, knocking the champ back down to the mat, standing. Eddie grabs his head!" * THUD! * DANIELS: "Tornado DDT on the champ! Wow! Now both men are laid out on the mat, trying to recharge." CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "Before men begin to stir.. I'd have to say Eddie is hurt more... but he's also quicker." DANIELS: "Like you said, great match of Speed vs Strength." MASTERS: "Of course, if _I_ said it, it's right and proper." DANIELS: "Of course." MASTERS: "Of course!" DANIELS: "Eddie is up on two feet... but now is so is Mortius! Eddie is more vertical, and grabs... swinging neckbreaker on the champ! Eddie kips up!" CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "Rowan is favoring his ribs, of course, but he's going to the outside apron... here's where the speed comes into play." DANIELS: "Hey, whoa whoa... not on a live broadcast, William!" MASTERS: "You imbecile. Eddie is out on the apron, stalking Mortius as he slowly begins to stand back up. He's on his knees... now he's standing up! Eddie springboards! Springboard Clothesline! Damn this crowd!" CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" DANIELS: "Eddie is back up, and grabs Mortius by the hair. He lifts him up, and punches him a few times... but Mortius responds with a few punches of his own! Eddie suddenly goes to the ropes.... and slides under Mortius as he reaches for him. Mortius turns around.... dropkick to the ankle! Perfectly placed, and Mortius screams out in agony as he drops to the mat, holding his ankle." MASTERS: "He might have broken it, or fractured it, or sprained it! Now Eddie is showing us that it's his time!" DANIELS: "Eddie quick on the offensive, but obviously still hurt, grabs Mortius' legs... and locks on a figure-four leglock! Perfect follow up!" MASTERS: "Listen to the champ howl out in pain, it's the sounds nightmares are made of. Yesh." DANIELS: "Eddie is flopping back, adding pressure to the hold and Mortius is desperately trying to break it. Eddie must have really done some damage to that right ankle, and now both men have areas of specific interest for attack." CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "Mortius leans up... and grazes Eddie's face with a punch, enough for Eddie to release the hold... but he springs up and nails Mortius with a dropkick to the chest as he was sitting up." DANIELS: "Eddie is back up, and grabs Mortius by the hair. He picks the big man up, and nails him with another left handed punch. Mortius is near the ropes, and Eddie nails another short series of chops." * CHOP! * * CHOP! * * CHOP! * MASTERS: "Now Rowan runs to the opposite ropes.... uh oh... head of steam... and clothesline the champ over the top rope, sending both men crashing to the floor on the same side as the coffin! Now it's getting interesting!" DANIELS: "Both men are down now, as that took a lot out of them... I actually think the impact hurt Eddie more than Mortius. He's clutching his ribs, as Mortius is clutching his ankle." CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "This crowd has been in this match the whole time, and it's giving me a headache!" DANIELS: "They sure have, this crowd is electric tonight. What a great atmosphere for a pay-per-view. Eddie is beginning to get up, using the apron to pull himself up. Mortius is stirring as well." MASTERS: "Mortius is using the coffin itself to pull himself up. They're both up now, and begin punching at each other. Eddie will lose the fisticuffs game... and it looks like he is! Mortius with his own series of chops." * CHOP! * * CHOP! * * CHOP! * DANIELS: "He grabs Eddie's head..." * THUD * DANIELS: "And slams it down hard on the closed coffin! The crew members are on alert, waiting for Mortius to call for them to lift the lid." MASTERS: "And they might as well, that shot left Rowan reeling!" DANIELS: "Mortius looks at the coffin, but opts to inflict more punishment. He throws Eddie back in the ring, and slowly follows... that ankle is really hurting." MASTERS: "But I think Eddie's ribs are hurting more. Mortius is back in, and picks Eddie up... Sidewalk slam!" DANIELS: "The champ is in complete control now. He slowly gets back up, and picks Eddie up again. He irish whips him into a corner and follows up... with a running splash!" MASTERS: "Well, more of a limping splash." CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "The champion has this in the bag. He is taking his time, as he can, because Eddie is his." DANIELS: "Could be. Eddie is in a daze, standing in the corner. Mortius nails him with a back elbow and grabs him by the hair. He walks him towards the middle of the ring, and throws him to the ropes. Back body drop..." MASTERS: "No, Eddie stops and grabs his head! DDT! That move is such a risk, because you're bending down and taking your eyes off of your opponent. Mortius paid for that one here." DANIELS: "Both men are laid out, again!" CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "And this damn crowd still can't make up its mind!" DANIELS: "This battle is just that, a battle, as everyone knew it would be. Friendship or not, this is for the most important prize in the game. They begin stirring again, slower and slower every time they do this. Up on their knees now, and each man begins throwing punches. Sluggish and worn down, this is a desperate and defining moment of the match." MASTERS: "Whoever can take control of it at this point, should have it." DANIELS: "IF someone can take control, this has been back and forth the whole time. Mortius with a right hand, Eddie with a left. Eddie with another left. Another! Eddie picks up and dazed Mortius... grabs him, and rolls... and has Mortius in a rolling leg lock, focusing on his hurt ankle! The champ howls out as Eddie cinches in!" MASTERS: "Great move by Eddie here, I don't like either of these blokes that much but they're giving us a great main event here tonight. Eddie has it locked in, shaking and adding pressure as Mortius desperately tries to break the hold." DANIELS: "Mortius reaches for Eddie, but can't get a grip and can't seem to find an out to this predictiment. Eddie finally break the hold, gets up and quickly.. and legdrops the hurt ankle! Mortius eyes Eddie as he is in pain. Eddie picks him back up, and delivers a few more chops. He throws him to the ropes..." MASTERS: "But Mortius can't make it, as he falls back down to his knees. That ankle is very hurt. Eddie runs to the ropes... and dropkicks Mortius in the face as he's on his knees!" CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" DANIELS: "Eddie points to the nearest turnbuckle, and the crowd howls! It's time for a high flying move! He slowly gets up to the top, and turns around. He sees that Mortius is motionless still. He leaps... !" * THUD * DANIELS: "Flying Elbowdrop lands perfectly to the sternum of the champ! But Rowan aggravates his ribs even more, and clutches them as he rolls over... both men out again." MASTERS: "At this rate, I don't see how either man can continue. Call the match, and vacate the belt!" DANIELS: "Are you serious!? That would ruin this PPV! That can't happen... this has to go to the end." MASTERS: "Blast." DANIELS: "Eddie aches, but he's back up to his knees first. He slowly gets up, and grabs Mortius by the hair. It's a struggle, but he finally gets him up. Another left handed punch. He grabs his hand, and throws him to the ropes. Somehow Mortius makes it to the ropes this time but Mortius hangs on to the ropes! Eddie takes a second to realize, and runs at him!" * THUD * MASTERS: "This time the back body drop works, and it's to the outside of the ring, right here in front of us! Eddie is laid out completely!" DANIELS: "Can Mortius seize the moment, though? He falls back to the mat in the ring." CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" DANIELS: "Mortius slowly rolls out of the ring after a moment of recharge. He limps over to Eddie, and slowly picks him up by the hair. A kick to the gut, and an irish whip!" * CRASH * MASTERS: "And the champion sends Rowan flying into the guardrail, slamming his back against it! Rowan immediately clutches his ribs as Mortius limps back to him. He picks him back up... and it looks like they're headed to the coffin!" DANIELS: "Indeed, Mortius slowly drags Eddie by the head over to the casket... and calls for the lid to be opened! This could be it! He slowly begins lifting Eddie's body..." Inching... . . . . . . . Almost... . . . . . . . Eddie begins fighting back! DANIELS: "Eddie, coming to his senses and realizing what was happening, begins elbowing Mortius' chest... a few more times, and the champ drops the grip! The crew members close the lid again as Eddie falls to the floor, and Mortius staggers back. Eddie gets back up... but only to greet a stiff clothesline from the champion, sending him right back down." CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "But now what is he doing?" DANIELS: "Mortius makes his way over to the spanish annouce table, which is just a few feet from us... Juan Urbina and Hector Mercedes, none the wiser, quickly get out of Mortius' way as he begins clearing it off!" MASTERS: "Mortius is champion by no mistake, he knows what it takes to put a man out... and if he's thinking what I THINK he's thinking... this will do it!" DANIELS: "He has it cleared off now, monitors and head sets thrown to the floor. He turns back over to Eddie, who is still down. He limps back to him, and picks him up as he tries to hide the amount of pain he is in with that ankle. He has Eddie by the head, and slowly goes back over to the cleared Spanish table. He begins climbing to on top of it, with Eddie in tow! This can't be good." MASTERS: "No, but it WILL be great!" DANIELS: "They're both on it now! Mortius is standing, and bends Eddie over, putting his head between his legs... this could be a piledriver, or a powerbomb type move, surely something that will knock the challenger clean out! It looks like... it looks like he is going for a piledriver, and he begins to lift Eddie up. He's having trouble keeping his balance with his injured ankle. He lifts up, but Eddie again, instinctfully tries to fight it off. He wiggles out of the first attempt, and Mortius forearms his back to lift him again. He lifts up... OH! Eddie, with his back heel and a true sign of flexibility, lifts it back as Mortius lifts him up, connecting squarely with Mortius' face! Mortius drops Eddie, and falls backwards down to the floor!" CROWD: "Eddie! Mort-i-us! Eddie! Mort-i-us! EDDIE! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS, standing up: "Well, get on alert Daniels! They could come over here next!" DANIELS, joining him: "This is true!" MASTERS: "Both men are laid out, Mortius on the ground, Eddie face first on the table. The challenger begins stirring... and he rolls off the table, sluggishly. It looks like the light is on, but nobody is home as he just stares! Look at him, he looks stupid!" DANIELS: "But... no, you're wrong! He's thinking! And it looks like an idea has popped into his head. Instead of going right for Mortius... he looks around... and picks up a chair!" CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" MASTERS: "At least these idiots can agree on which company they're watching, bloody hell!" DANIELS: "Eddie wields the chair!" * SMASH! * DANIELS: "OH MY GOD! Eddie just smashed the chair down on the champ's right ankle, making him scream out in pain! Eddie looks worried, because I'm sure he thinks he might have gone too far. They are friends, after all." MASTERS: "They might have BEEN friends, they might.. MIGHT be friends after this... but they're definitely not friends right now!" DANIELS: "The worry fades quickly, as Eddie knows what is at stake. He picks Mortius up, and forearms him a few times in the head... He's... he's placing him back on the Spanish announce table! Mortius is seeing stars, as he can just lay there. That ankle could be broken!" MASTERS: "Bloody hell it could be, and Eddie has him firmly placed now... what is this fella up to? Instead of inflicting more pain, he's... going back into the ring?" DANIELS: "...and he's quickly... well as quick as he can, in his state... climbing to the top turnbuckle! This does not look good, William!" MASTERS: "You're damn right it doesn't look good!" DANIELS: "He's up to the top, and the crowd is electric! He positions himself.... -HE LEAPS!- . . . . **** CRRRRRASSSSHHHHH!!!!! **** CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" DANIELS: "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" MASTERS: "Please don't tell me you just had an orgasm." DANIELS: "OF COURSE NOT! Eddie just nailed his signature move, the St. Edwards Fall, that 630 degree legdrop, onto Mortius on that table on the outside! It collapsed into pieces, and both men are laid out!" CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" MASTERS: "That WAS insane, no doubt! And that little bastard... even in that pain, he landed it perfectly! Got to hand it to the boy, he's got a lot of talent. If not very many brains." DANIELS: "Eddie begins stirring, slowly getting up. He shakes his head, and holds his ribs. Both men will need an MRI after this one. He slowly picks up Mortius by the head, and with a headlock on... he's walking to the casket!" MASTERS: "Mortius is completely out, look at him! His eyes are rolling back in his head!" DANIELS: "Eddie calls for the coffin to be opened! This could be it! Eddie Rowan could finally become CZW World Heavyweight champion!" Inching... . . . . . . . Almost... . . . . . . . Eddie has most of Mortius' body in it now... . . . . . . . He's all the way in! . . . . . . . * DING DING DING * DANIELS: "IT'S OVER!! EDDIE WINS IT! EDDIE WINS IT!" "Slip Slide Melting" begins playing over the PA, as the crowd is deafening. TOWERS: "Your winner of the match and _NEW_ CZW World Heavyweight Champion... EDDIE ROWAN!!" CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" MASTERS: "What an incredible battle, what a magnficient main event! These two ARE examples of the minor MINOR majority of Americans who work their asses off... I think we have most of them hired in the CZW, to be honest!" DANIELS: "If you hate America so much, you should just go work for an English promotion!" MASTERS: "Are you kidding me? I'd hate tormenting you, Jarred!" DANIELS: "Oh, win for me, for sure. Powers has handed Eddie the title, as he's realizing what is going on. He has tears in his eyes, he is the new CZW World Heavyweight champion!" MASTERS: "That was the ONLY reason that referee was down here in the first place, to take the belt and hand it to the winner. What an easy job! An American job!" DANIELS: "Hey, at least he HAS one!" MASTERS: "Bloody true." DANIELS: "Eddie is.. he's calling for the casket to be re-opened, in his moment of glory he is too concerned about his friend to celebrate! It's open, and Mortius is still out... Eddie strap the title around his waist, and begins carefully reviving the fallen former champ, getting him out of it. He has him out, and he's slowly moving around. Mortius looks around, looks at Eddie and quickly realize what has happened. But he doesn't have a look of anger on his face... that's a look of respect!" MASTERS: "This sign of emotion is even getting to me, Jarred! I have a tear in my eye.. wait, no... that was just an eyelash." DANIELS: "Well I am definitely moved, as Mortius calmly lifts his hand for a handshake... and Eddie immediately responds by hugging him! Mortius is still a little timid, but relents soon enough for the embrace! They re-enter the ring as the crowd continues to go crazy." CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" Mortius and Eddie Rowan are standing in the ring, still celebrating to much applause, as the song switches back to the theme song of "Children of the Grave." The crowd is cheering for both men after that match, while Daniels and Masters remain silent. They each have their arms raised, and then hug in a show of respect. The song suddenly and quickly fades out. DANIELS: "Oh, what's this?" The Combatron turns on, and the chorus of cheers quickly turn into jeers. Eddie and Mortius look up at the tron, wondering what this is about. CZW Chairman, Derek Damage, is sitting behind his office desk. The Jackal, in a suit, stands to his left. Derek smiles at the jeers, unfazed, as he addresses Eddie and Mortius. DAMAGE (clapping hands): "Congratulations, boys. You put on one hell of a main event for Horrorcore. That was some of the best action I've ever seen in this company. That's what I'm talking about! You boys are both winners in my book, because you survived. You survived the process of elimination, the trial and error of evolution. You showcased the premium talent that only fits the direction and expectations I've taken with this company. Just like everyone else who had a match on this excellent show. In fact, right now I want every one of the still remaining CZW employees to go down to the ring, I have a president's address to give. Come on. Let's move." A brief moment goes by before every single wrestler still contracted with the company begins making their way down to the ring. Eddie and Mortius both exit the ring, and look on from the foot of it where the rest begin to meet them. The only employees not present are the injured Big Nasty and Ezra Mayhem, and the 'on leave' Maynard O'Toole. The wrestlers are not coming down to the ring with their entourages, bearing this is a real impromptu meeting that they were told about right before everyone else heard Derek. Derek has a smug look on his face as he waits. DANIELS: "What could this be about, William?" MASTERS: "It can be about whatever that man wants it to be about, he is the boss, and you shouldn't ask questions!" DANIELS: "Inquiring minds want to know!" MASTERS: "Curiosity killed the cat!" DANIELS: "Well it looks like everyone is out here... Buzzsaw and Jakob Mayhem staying far from each other, as is Mike King and Ryan Shane... Even Cage Stryker, Dwayne Campbell, and two men we saw earlier, Yoshi Naniwa, Johnny Kerosene are down here... none of them were booked to be here tonight..." MASTERS: "When the boss issues an order, it is followed, Jarred. He asked for everyone, dimwit." DANIELS: "Can it, English!" All the men are at the area at the foot of the ramp and foot of the ring, facing the Combatron. Derek still has a smile on his face. DAMAGE: "Look at all of you. What a group of talented, talented athletes. The cream of the crop. I called you all out here because I want you to bear witness to something I am not known for doing. I want you all to listen, and all of the CZW universe to hear when I tell you... I praise you. You survived my initiative, you are the group that is taking this company to the next step and beyond. The CZW got crowded, too crowded with parasitic and lethargic wastes of cash and air time. The fat HAD to be trimmed. I sat idly by and watched as Jesse Montana ran this company, and bonded with him as if he were my own son. However, he failed me, as he failed each and every one of you. Therefore he had to be one of the first to go. He is the face of what this company once was, as is Alan Fiscus, and they had to be removed to make way for new and better stars. Stars who were more deserving, younger, fresher... CHEAPER. Simply put... better. The first part of the plan has commenced, and the Damage Control matches ended in Perth. And not to my surprise... no big losses. No one gone that I couldn't see my company lasting without. Because the better players won the game. The more talented wrestlers survived when their backs were put against the wall. This is a new era in CZW, and YOU are the ones leading the charge. People like El Pablo... who, I have to be honest, is probably considered by many to be the face of the company as it were as well... but also, as it will be. People like Buzzsaw, who in a short period of time has impressed every single one of my colleagues and myself... even Baines can agree on me with this one. People like Mortius/Eddie, who just took part in like I said... one of the best matches I have seen under the CZW banner. Ryan Shane is by far one of my favorite wrestlers on the planet, and you, my boy... have only a upside. I look at each and every one of you, and I have pride like I've never felt before. Another thing I'd like to announce... I mentioned El Pablo, Buzzsaw and Mortius. I have decided to do something that I even made sure Baines was okay with so there wouldn't be any issues. Luckily for her, she agreed. On our first show in Japan, in Kobe, the main event will be a three way between the three of you... and the winner is the #1 contender to the CZW World Heavyweight title." All three men look impressed with the idea. DAMAGE: "And Shane, don't worry... be patient. You are at the door of the next level, just sit tight. I have big plans for you. As far as the rest of you goes, again... I praise you. But I expect you to give it your all from here forward, as you have been doing. Because, I've made it obvious... I am not afraid to release extra luggage at the drop of a hat. You quit earning your keep, you lose your keep, plain and simple. I have scouts on the look out world wide, looking for the newest and youngest prodigies about to emerge onto the scene. But I have faith in all of you. You've already proven to me that you can handle it, now prove to me that you can continue handling it. I ---" DANIELS: "Wait, what the deuce is this?" MASTERS: "I have no idea!" Suddenly, purple fog emerges from the wrestler's entrance at the top of the ramp. Slowly at first, until it fills a good portion of the area. Derek stops in mid sentence as he notices it. He asks the Jackal what this is, and Jackal only shrugs. The wrestlers at the foot of the ramp all look puzzled, looking at each other before looking back. A figure slowly begins to creep from behind the curtains. DANIELS: "I KNEW IT! It IS him! He IS here! Thanatos IS here!!" MASTERS: "Oh hell, Jarred! I think you've peed your pants!" DANIELS: "Bull!" Thanatos comes out, to a very awkward and surprised crowd reaction. He has not been seen in CZW in almost two years. He has a large black cape surrounding him and and he has a necklace made of bones around his neck. He has the skull paint covering his face, but also has white paint covering up his neck and all other visible skin. He wears gloves with skeleton hands on them as well. He is carrying a black cane with him, and a microphone in his other hand. The top of the cane has a silver skull on it. The crowd is pretty hushed with surprise, as he looks out onto them with a large smile on his face. MASTERS: "Does he... does he look different to you?" DANIELS: "No... he's still the same freak he was last time we saw him!" MASTERS: "Agreed!" Derek is also shocked, but more so in the sense that someone had the nerve of interrupting him. Thanatos slowly raises the microphone up to his lips, but before he can speak... DAMAGE: "Just who in the hell do you think you are!? Huh!? I don't recall re-hiring you! I don't recall giving you an invitation to show up here tonight, in Australia! If this is Baines' idea of Trick or Treat, she's going to know the consequences of trying to screw with me! And how DARE you interrupt me as I address my employees! I am Derek Damage, OWNER of this company! Last I heard from you, you were giving up the business to go to college or some other horseshit excuse! Now you turn right back around, clear that smoke out, and get the hell out of MY building before ---" Suddenly, Derek's audio goes completely mute even though he continues to talk. He can tell by his monitor that he can no longer be heard. He has an even more shocked look on his face.Thanatos begins to speak, in a distorted and digitally modified voice. "Chairman... the time for your voice is OVER. You know full well why I am here, Damage... I am here to fulfill a prophecy. I am here to complete a destiny. You have not seen me for so long, not because of some... 'horseshit' as you put it, no no... I have been gone gathering the forces of black magic, of voodoo, the tools of Satan himself, all with one goal... all with one simple quest and task at hand. As the clock ticked... tocked... ticked... tocked, I waited with great patience and superior discipline... knowing that clock was counting down to THIS very moment, HA HA!" The feed cuts to the wrestlers, who seem even more confused. Krimzon Blaze and Ronnie McNeil say some inaudible words to each other, discussing what is happening. Buzzsaw and Sledge look at each other, not even really sure who this person is supposed to be in the first place as he was way before their time. THANATOS: "I have contacted goblins, and ghosts, and ghouls, and gremlins, all in the army of the dark, the coming of the black to counter all of the white. As the chairman spewed from his wretched mouth, this is a new era in the Combat Zone. He trimmed the fat... but he still ATE IT. Cancer is a hard disease to get rid of... and this is but of the rarest form. You, Derek... and you, Jackal... * turns to the wrestlers * and every single one of you... are in the dark. When it comes to the reality of events, when the it comes to the deadly truth... you are lights out. I've prayed for you. I have performed many rituals for your souls, hoping to save them all. Your poor, lost souls. I would have been your shepherd, I would have been your messiah. Not this corporate greed pig up on the screen. I say that, yet... I already know it's too late. Your souls are vanquished, long gone from their original destinies... There is no salvation for you. There is no forgiveness. This is beyond your experience. Your sins cannot be repented, and your souls take a new, unfortunate change of paths in destiny. Instead of the holy land, instead of Heaven... you're headed straight down to Hell! It is already written, my lambs. It shall now come to pass." More confused looks, Ian Chadwick conversing with Rob Wright, Mike Monroe speaking to Brian Blaze, with Eddie Rowan talking with Mortius about it, Rosman Ballard and Waylon Krew looking at each other like WTF. THANATOS: "With the ways of all that is unholy and free, with all of the might of the fallen angels... with all the torment and anguish served upon the meek, and with all the hatred of the demons and creatures... Know that... as your veins slowly begin to constrict, and the blood stops beating from your blackened hearts... as the nightmares become real monsters, and eat you alive... as the souls of your victims scream justice... and your souls scream out in horrendous pain... know that..." Thanatos begins talking slowly, and lights his hand with the cane up, grabbing the top of his hat with his thumb and index finger. He begins to slowly... and steadily remove the top hat from his head... until... A dirty mop of sandy blonde hair flops down over his face!
"THANATOS": "That this is what.. YOU DESERVE." DANIELS: "What....." MASTERS: "That's not Thanatos! ... THAT'S ALAN FISCUS!!!" As William just finishes his sentence, the lights in the entire Ethiad Stadium go out, making it pitch black. DANIELS: "NOW what!" MASTERS: "I have a bad feeling about this!" Many camera flashes can be seen, but that is all that can be seen. The crowd is hushed. No one knows what is going on. After almost a minute, the lights come back on. DANIELS: "What the!?" MASTERS: "HOLY SHIT!" The CZW stars are surrounded... by every single Damage Control victim! Before they can react, they are ambushed as the DC victims are all brandishing weapons! DANIELS: "OH MY GOD, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! THEY'RE FIRED! THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!!" MASTERS: "Well, you go tell them that, Jarred! They look like they mean business!" DANIELS: "Wait... that's not every DC victim... but... there are guys there that aren't!" MASTERS: "Is that Idolized!? They were one of the first to get fired by Damage!" There is a massacre going on, as the crowd is in a state of shock. Idolized members Kyle Riley and Evan Tyler are beating the hell out of Dwayne Campbell and Yoshi Naniwa with trash can lids. The first ever CZW World champion, Zodiac Thrilla, is beating the tar out of 'The Paragon' Alexander Slate with a hockey stick. Ironic enough, Chris Tolwar is attacking Mike King with a leather whip, beating him to the ground. Jack Abraham is attacking Axel St. James with a kendo stick, as is Caleb Walker on Rosman Ballard. Brian Kirkland and his bodyguard, Shaw, are destroying Ryan Shane and Krimzon Blaze with chairs. The Mountain Man is taking turns pummeling Horrorcore opponents Tim Timmons and Ian Chadwick with a pair of brass knuckles. Edward Croft is choking Riley O'Connor with a link of chain. Jacob Havok is beating down his old foe Mike Monroe with a tire iron. TJ Hix, also ironically, is beating on Cage Stryker with a lead pipe. Kimo Newton is attacking the team that put him out, Brian Blaze and Johnny Kerosene, with repeated baseball bat shots to the stomach and back. Godzilla Sawyer has blinded Jakob Mayhem with a fireball to the eyes, and is attacking Waylon Krew with a staple gun, repeatedly puncturing his head and back. "Psycho" Sam Attic sprayed Rob Wright in the eyes with mace, and then blindsided the man who put him out, El Pablo, with another pair of brass knuckles. Alan Fiscus, leaving his cape up near the entrance, had moved down to them while it was dark, kicked Mortius square in the balls causing him to fall down to the ground, and then threw a handful of pennies that he had in his tights right in Eddie Rowan's face, blinding him. He begins kicking on both the downed men, repeatedly. Alan knocks the title off of Eddie's waist. They all continue beating on their adversaries. All of the DC Victims are wearing plain black shirts, without sleeves. But wait... DANIELS: "Wait a minute... who... Is that... THAT'S RA! JERAN 'RA' HUDSON! WE HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN AGES!" MASTERS: "Holy shit, it is!" Jeran "Ra" Hudson is beating the piss out of both Buzzsaw and Sledge with repeated steel chair shots to the guts and backs. DANIELS: "And, that's not... Holy mother of God, it is! THAT'S JUSTIN MARSHAM!" MASTERS: "Good lord, we haven't seen him in over a year!" DANIELS: "What the hell is this!?" "The Epitome of Technical Finesse" Justin Marsham has attacked both "Mr. MITB" Shawn Waters and Ronnie McNeil with a black slapjack, knocking each man reeling after shots to the heads. Ra and Marsham are also wearing plain black t-shirts. The only person not being attacked is Garrett William, who was in the middle of the CZW group. He is on guard, but notices that no one is paying attention to him. No one except his cousin, Alan Fiscus. Fiscus stares at Garrett, whose guard does not let down. Alan slowly points to the wrestler's entrance, mouthing one single word. "Go." DANIELS: "What! Garrett, fight for your team! This is an ambush on CZW itself!" Garrett stares at Alan only a few moments more before he begins to slowly walk up the ramp, still on the guard. The crowd is booing loudly, as Garrett brandishs a smile and looks at everyone getting beat down. Alan turns his attention back to Eddie and Mortius, and Garrett turns his head and keeps walking, never looking back before he disappears through the curtains. CROWD: "BOOO!!!!" DANIELS: "CZW's biggest asset just became CZW's biggest coward!" MASTERS: "Cowardice, or intelligence, Jarred? CZW has been wiped out in the matter of seconds, and even a man of Garrett's size is no match for these numbers here. Jesus, we need to call the cops!" Derek just looks on in horror, before he goes crazy and yells at The Jackal to do something. There is still no audio. The Jackal nods, and loosens his tie before heading out, presumably to the rescue. Derek freaks out, punching at his desk like a crazed man. DANIELS: "The Jackal will work for the highest bidder, and what a weapon to have! He's never backed down from a fight!" MASTERS: "He is a blasted IDIOT if he comes out here all by himself!" The Jackal isn't seen immediately, but when he appears the crowd pops loudly. He doesn't come out from the wrestler's entrance, instead from the side curtain on the left side of the ramp. He is wielding a steel chair, and revved up and ready to take on this entire group all by himself. Alan Fiscus looks over, and Jackal yells at him. Alan only smiles as the Jackal moves in... * CLASH! * DANIELS: "Where the hell! JESSE MONTANA! FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!" Literally, from out of nowhere, Montana pops up and Montana Expresses the steel chair right into the Jackal's face. Montana and Fiscus look at each other, and smile. DANIELS: "My god, I never thought I'd see the day where Jesse Montana and Alan Fiscus were on the same team." MASTERS: "I always secretly wanted it... but not like this!" Montana mounts the Jackal, and begins delivering a series of punches and forearms. Fiscus picks up Eddie Rowan and kicks him in the gut... * CLANK! * DANIELS: "OVERTHROW ON THE STEEL RAMP, _RIGHT_ ONTO THE WORLD TITLE! THIS IS DESPICABLE!" He then begins delivering another series of kicks to the fallen Mortius. Godzilla Sawyer has Waylon Krew positioned... * CLUNK! * MASTERS: "Godzilla has irish whipped Krew right into the nearest ring post! Krew is bleeding heavily from the forehead and all the punctures from that staple gun! He falls into a heap... He looks like he's been murdered!" Sawyer begins attacking the still blind Mayhem. * SMASH * Brian Kirkland just drilled a bleeding Ryan Shane right in the head with a steel chair. He directs Shaw to do something with Krimzon Blaze as he picks the chair off of Ryan's head... Shaw grabs KB and irish whips... * SMASH * Kirkland with a Sabu-like chair throw to KB's head, knocking him completely out. He then turns his attention back to Shane, screaming at him. Kirkland directs some more traffic, and Shaw picks up with immobile Shane. Shaw holds him as BK nails a few kicks to the gut. BK then grabs him after dropping the chair in a specific place... * SLAM * Aneurysm right onto the chair! DANIELS: "This is just a madhouse! Most of these men just got through putting on a great PPV, they're exhausted and worn out!" MASTERS: "And I can tell you right now, These.. marauders KNOW that!" The team of Idolized has focused on Yoshi Naniwa... double team maneuver... * CRASH * Double brain buster right onto the steel ramp. Yoshi rolls around, holding his neck. They then grab "Big Time" Dwayne Campbell, who Tyler had stunned just a few moments before... They kick him in the gut... Double vertical suplex, right on top of Yoshi! Jesse Montana still has The Jackal down, and is now choking him with his own tie. TJ Hix has knocked Cage Stryker completely out with repeated lead pipe shots to the head, Cage's eyes are closed and his forehead is bleeding. Hix refuses to let up, even though Cage is unconscious. Caleb Walker picks up Rosman Ballard, and sets him up... * CLASH * A Kendo stick-assisted Russian legsweep into the guardrail! MASTERS: "There's just so much going on in this madness, we can't call it all... and are we even supposed to call this?" DANIELS: "I don't know, but look at the screen.. Derek is beside himself! He's picked up the phone... but by his reaction, I assume it's dead!" Zodiac Thrilla is choking Slate out with his Hockey stick, while Jack Abraham has Axel's blood all over his hands as he continues to beat him with his kendo stick. The CZW roster is getting decimated. Chris Tolwar is choking Mike King out with his leather strap. You can tell that Tolwar really has some beef with his former mentor. Edward Croft has thrown Riley O'Connor into the ring and follows. Kick to the gut... bodyslam. He goes up to the top rope... Serial Killer Air, his finishing 450 Leg Drop! Riley is completely out. MASTERS: "Oh hell, they're getting closer to us! This is not safe!" Derek Damage gets a terribly worried look on his face, and immediately leaves his office. Marsham smacks Ronnie again with his slapjack, and then throws Australia's own, Shawn Waters, hard into the nearest guardrail. Ra kicks Sledge in the gut... Eye of Ra on the concrete floor, his jumping cutter! Sledge is out cold! Kimo Newton has the CZW Global Tag champs completely in control, nailing each of them repeatedly with that baseball bat. He nails Brian hard with the bat, knocking him out. He then grabs Kerosene.. kick to the gut... drops the bat and sets him up... he takes off running on the floor... Reality Check on the concrete floor! That deadly running sitdown Power bomb! DANIELS: "Good lord, Kimo has destroyed the champs! Where are the cops! Where did Damage go!" MASTERS: "He probably did what we SHOULD be doing... head for the hills!" Alan laughs in the face of the fallen Mortius, pointing at his Thanatos make up and mocking the Shadow. His brother, Sam, has Rob Wright set up... BUS DRIVER on the concrete floor! Rob is down and out! He then grabs El Pablo and joins Croft in the ring, who is admiring his handiwork. Sam picks EP up in a fireman's carry... TERROR RIDE! Back on the outside, MTM has Ian Chadwick up in a Gorilla Press... * CLASH * DANIELS: "Newsome just dropped Chadwick on the guardrail, rib first!" MASTERS: "Welcome back, Ian!" Ian hangs on the guardrail, obliterated. MTM then picks up his old partner, Timmons, and drags him near the ring by the head. He lifts him up... FALLEN TIMBER on the concrete floor! Timmons twitches like a fish out of water. Just a few feet away, Abraham has St. James set up... * DANK * DDT on the concrete floor! Jack continues to talk trash. Alan has picked Mortius up, and drags him over to the open coffin... and with the help of his brother Sam, lifts Mortius up and places him in it! The brothers lock the casket shut, laughing to each other. Jacob Havok has thrown Mike Monroe into the ring, and strategically places his tire iron on the mat. He kicks Monroe in the gut... D.I.F.H. RIGHT ONTO THE TIRE IRON! Sawyer has Mayhem by the head, and repeatedly bashes his forehead into the guardrail, causing blood to rush into Jakob's still blinded eyes. Hudson has been focusing on Buzzsaw, and Idolized holds the Hardcore Icon up for him... * SMASH * DANIELS: "Ra just took Buzzsaw's head off with the most vicious chair shot I have ever seen!" MASTERS: "This is insane!" Most of the CZW roster is now knocked unconscious. Eddie Rowan is still trying to get up, but Alan and Sam are stalking him like hyenas. Zodiac now has Slate inside of the ring. He lifts Slate up... * THUMP * Thrilla hits his Horrorscope on Slate, that Over the shoulder belly to back piledriver! Slate is now out cold as well. Tolwar has his mentor completely in his control as he lifts King up... SITE INFECTION! Tolwar has decimated the man who brought him to the CZW in the first place. Marsham has thrown Waters into the ring also, and has him locked up in the Executioner's Song... however, Shawn is already knocked out and unresponsive. The crowd has been nothing but silent with shock as this massacre has taken place before them. Jesse has picked up the Jackal... and threw him head first into the side of the ramp, knocking him out for good. Alan and Sam have picked Eddie up... Alan with a powerbomb... and Sam with a neckbreaker, right on the floor! Eddie now joins his rostermates in dreamland. Kimo has picked up Brian Blaze, and positions him... * THUNK! * DANIELS: "Newton throws Blaze right into the ring steps, and Brian is gushing from nailing the steel steps with his face first! This is disgusting! We need help out here!" With that, Alan quickly turns his head to face the announce team from the other side of the ring. Daniels and Masters notice immediately. MASTERS: "Oh hell, you've done it now, you buffoon!" DANIELS: "Oh no..." Alan directs Caleb Walker and Jack Abraham to follow him, as they walk up to the announce booth. Without saying a word, they attack! Alan picks up Jarred and swats his headset off of his head, the sound hurting your ears. He grabs him by the collar... and slams him into the guardrail! Jack and Caleb grab Masters, also knocking his headset off. They unleash a flurry of fist attacks until the Englishman is knocked out of his fat American belly and laid out on the floor. The crowd just now begins to react. The crowd: "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" Marsham had let go of Shawn when he saw Ronnie stirring again. He left the ring and kicked Ronnie hard in the gut, throwing him into the ring. He picks Ronnie up once he's joined him, and kicks him in the gut... inverted scoop piledriver! The entire CZW roster is knocked out now. Each man begins making their way into the ring, until the entire force is inside of it. They all raise their hands and show their alliance to each other. Alan Fiscus, Sam Attic, Jeran Hudson, Justin Marsham, Godzilla Sawyer, Edward Croft, Evan Tyler, Jacob Havok, Kimo Newton, Mountain Man, Zodiac Thrilla, Kyle Riley, Jesse Montana, Brian Kirkland, Jonathan Shaw, Caleb Walker, TJ Hix, Chris Tolwar and Jack Abraham. Their hands in each others, raised up, each man wearing a plain black shirt. The viewers at home are stunned, as they... along with everyone else... never thought in their wildest dreams they would see Alan Fiscus, Jesse Montana, and Brian Kirkland all on the same side. They continue to stand in the ring, admiring and laughing to each other about the massacre they have just performed. The CZW logo appears on the screen, and the scene fades to black as Horrorcore 2010 comes to an end.
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