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The CZW Horrorcore logo appears on screen as some heavy, ‘scary’ music plays in the background. We pan around the Ted Reeve arena to see the CZW faithful, some dressed in costumes, all standing and cheering loudly. The obligatory signs are seen:

A pretty lady with a sign that reads: “JASON is sexy!”

Someone frantically waving a “JIGGA FOR PREZ!” sign.

A couple younger fans both holding up a jumbo sized sign depicting the Gunslinger Saints and a large photo of a nacho platter that reads “GUNS N’ NACHOS!”

And, of course, our sign troll waving a sign: “TJ SUCKS DIX!”

We pan over the crowd a bit more before we head to the announce table where our commentators Jarred Daniels and William Masters are set do call the action.

Daniels: “Ladies and gentlemen, the time has arrived! Welcome to HORRORCORE! Tonight, the Television title is on the line as Jigga C faces off against a perpetual thorn in his side; Mason Kaid! Also tonight, the Intercontinental and Tag-Team Championships will be reactivated and decided in a couple of incredibly competitive matches, and let’s not forget that we have Ryan Shane facing off against Alan Fiscus in the always-brutal RIOT MATCH! As if that weren’t enough, our main event of the evening will be TJ HIX defending the CZW World Championship against EL PABLO!”

Masters: “Yes, finally El Pablo will be revealed to be the undeserving challenger that he is, and our champion can get to facing REAL contenders!”

Daniels: “That remains to be seen, but now for our opening contest, the ladies are about to get violent!”

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-=LADIES ACTION TO START!=-
"The First Lady of Wrestling" Kandi Washington vs Miss Michelle

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Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, our first contest of the night, is scheduled for one fall and it is Queen of Combat action!

'Get Naked' hits the PA.

Towers: Introducing first...hailing from Las Vegas...and standing 5'2"...115lbs...she is First Woman of Wrestling...KANDI WASHINGTON.

William Master: Hey...did Jessica not get the memo?

Jarred Daniels: What are you talkin bout William?

Masters: Not only is she the First Lady...but...she is the QUEEN of CZW.

Daniels: William...I have a feeling there's a few young ladies in the back who might disagree with you.

Masters: I don't care...the King said so.

Kandi walks out sensually from behind the curtains. She treats the stage as her own little runway as she performs a faux strip tease as she makes her way to the ramp closely followed by her Cabinet, Drake Knight leading.

Daniels: As Kandi makes her way to the ring and, outside of Allyson Thorn, I’m not sure if there’s been a competitor who has made quite the impact that she has upon first setting foot in this division.

Masters: Kandi's smart, tough, has ring pedigree and is smokin’ hot. She has all the tools to not only be the CZW Queen of Combat, but to be the next Mrs. TJ Hix.

Once at the ramp she begins to walk but slowly and with a noticeable sway of her hips. As she gets to the ring she crawls on all fours up the ring steps.

Daniels: Inadvertently William...you did bring up a good point. With her new alliance with TJ Hix...what does that mean for her Cabinet...after all...Hix virtually dismissed his in place for Jigga and Kandi.

Masters: The Fuckin King TJ Hix is smart...he knows winners...and all his entourage was doing was dragging him down. So he's trimmed the fat so to speak. As for her cabinet...eh...never hurts to have more help.

She then walks the outside of the apron and about half way down she enters halfway into the ring and then begins to grind on the second rope.

As she enters, the ring fully the lights above the ring turn purple and she dances sensually around the ring and then when in the middle of the ring she throws up her hands signaling the crown prior to going to her corner. The lights come up and Kandi seems to dismiss everyone but Drake.

Towers: Her opponent!

The rhythm of "Queen of the Reich" hits the P.A. as the camera pans across the crowd. Green and gold spotlights criss-cross throughout the arena. Michelle steps out from behind the curtain, raising both hands in the air

She hails from Miami Florida and weighs in at 115 pounds. She is MISS MICHELLE!

She bounces down the ramp. Reaching ringside, she stops and examines the fans at ringside, hands on hips, a crooked grin on her face.

Daniels: Word has it that these two ladies have quite a history.

Masters: Which loosely translates into Michelle stalks Kandi...because Kandi is the Queen of Wrestling. Michelle followed her here to hang on her coattails.

Daniels: I know I say it enough where it might lose its meaning, but I really and truly need you to know what an idiot you are. But these ldies have chased one another from one fed to another fed...and this rivalry according to insiders...has been quite heated. No pins have ever been made.

Finally, Michelle charges and slides into the ring, then bounces up to her feet while throwing a single fist in the air. She then turns to see Kandi who starts walking towards her until the ref stops her.

Masters: Hot girl on girl action! Whooooooooooo!

Daniels: Ugh…

DING! DING!

Daniels: Here we go!

Kandi yells out to Michelle and points her finger at her. Michelle smirks. Michelle shoots forward but is met with a spinning back kick by Kandi. Michelle hits the canvas and looks up to find Kandi jumping on top of her, landing a series of punches.

Kandi keeps delivering the hits as Michelle covers up underneath. The ref steps in to break the assault and pulls Kandi back. Kandi pushes the ref out of the way in time to get a swift kick to the back of the head to a big time pop from the crowd. Kandi eats the shining wizard and hits the mat, but Michelle wastes no time pickin her back up. Michelle wrenches Kandi’s arm and goes to Irish whip her to the ropes, but Kandi holds firm. She tries again and Kandi stands her ground once more before reversing the arm wringer on Michelle. She pulls on the arm and brings Michelle down to the canvas with an authoritative clothesline.

Michelle turns around and finds Kandi up to her feet. Kandi moves to lock up with Michelle, and ends up on the receiving end of a loud reverse knife edge. Kandi clutches at her chest as Michelle unleashes another chop to the sounds of “whoo” all over the arena. Michelle grabs Kandi by the wrist and sends her off to the ropes and connects with a back elbow that sends Kandi flat on her back.

Masters: Michelle’s lookin’ pretty good here…she’s doing good in the ring too!

Daniels: Speaking too soon, William…

Kandi gets back to her feet only to have Michelle connect with a leaping head scissors takedown that takes her off of her feet. She lands with a thud as Michelle rolls to her feet. Kandi lies unmoving after the breath got knocked out of her.

Daniels: Michelle’s been a little bit of an afterthought in the women’s division, but the girl can clearly go.

Masters: Sure, she can and she’s tough and all that jazz, but I don’t think she’s hanging with the likes of Kandi tonight.

Michelle picks up Kandi and gets her up on unsteady legs. Michelle bends at the knees and jumps up with the enziguiri, but Kandi ducks it. Michelle lands with a thwack on the mat and gets up holding her side. Kandi comes at her with an overhead punch that connects. Michelle tries to hit back, but Kandi, who has risen up from the onslaught, shoves Michelle into the corner hooking her arms over the ropes. Kandi then hooks the other arm and takes some free shots on a defenseless Michelle. The crowd boos hard as Kandi starts cursing right in Michelle's face before delivering a wicked knife edge chop. She delivers a forearm shot and a headbutt to the exposed Michelle before raking her across the eyes.

Kandi steps back allowing Michelle to get free only for Kandi to shove her back, causing the crowd to jeer even harder as Kandi starts jawing at Michelle. She then unleashes a flurry of martial arts strikes that cause Michelle to scream in pain. Kandi connects with a brutal savate kick that sends Michelle to the canvas. Kandi drops in a split and nails Michelle with a shot to the stomach on the way down. She covers!

One...

NO!

Kandi starts pointing at herself while yelling at Michelle, but Michelle doesn't wait for her to finish. Instead, she punches Kandi right in the stomach, causing her to double over. Michelle quickly to her feet steps just to the side of Kandi and wraps her arms around her waist. She pulls her up in the air and torques her body so that Kandi lands hard in a gutwrench suplex. Michelle gets up over Kandi and drops a knee before hooking the leg.

One...

Tw....NO!

Daniels: To much fight in that little spitfire.

Michelle looks frustrated as she slaps the mat hard. Michelle picks Kandi up off the mat and lifts her up over her shoulder. It looks like she's about to deliver a classic body slam, but she walks over to the corner and drops her face right over the turnbuckle. Kandi smacks her face against the corner and drops like a sack of potatoes. Michelle runs over to the opposite turnbuckle and charges at full speed with a high knee that connects. Kandi stumbles out of the corner as Michelle crouches forward and grabs Kandi just under each thigh, lifts her up high and drives her down crotch first over her knee to the groan of the audience.

Michelle charges at the opposite rope and rebounds with breakneck speed, but from clear across the other side of the ring, Kandi intercepts her, jumping up in the air while wrapping her legs around Michelle's neck and flipping her over in a ridiculous hurricanrana that sends Miss Michelle soaring across the ring to a serious mix of boos and cheers from the audience.

Daniels: Good god, where did that come from?

Masters: Did you have her counted out, Jarred? Don't *EVER* count Kandi out.

Kandi gets in back of Michelle and pulls her arms back. She scoots in and wraps her long legs over Michelle's shoulders and grapevines them around the back of her neck. Kandi then puts the pressure on the full nelson leg lock, causing Brody to yell out a series of curses at the top of her lungs.

Daniels: I don't know if she's got all her faculties or not, but Kandi's got a sweet submission locked in there.

Masters: Shenanigans...Kandi isn't a submissionist.

Daniels: Maybe TJ has taught her a few things.

Masters: He's not either.

Daniels: Touche.

Michelle manages to get a leg on the ropes and the ref makes Kandi immediately release the hold and Kandi begins arguing with the ref. Michelle takes the minor distraction to rebound and catches Kandi with a school girl pin and throws her legs on the ropes for leverage as the ref drops down and counts.

1

2

The ref sees Michelles legs on the ropes and forces her to break the pin. Michelle quickly gets in the face of him and also argues. He quickly lays down the law and turns to check on Kandi. Kandi is seen complaining about her back and the ref keeps checkin on her as an unknown woman in blue comes from the crowd to an unknowing Miss Michelle. The lady grabs Michelle by the legs and yanks her to the outside. Michelle gets up only finding herself face to face with the unknown woman in blue who quickly grab her in a double hand choke...lifting her up and slamming her down on the floor. Then she dives under the ring.

Daniels: That's not right...who is that? She had no business in there!!

Masters: Apparently whoever it was is just takin care of their investment Jarred. Kandi has money...and power!

Kandi notices Michelle getting slammed. She smiles at the ref and half-heartedly apologizes. The ref turns around and sees the unmoving Michelle on the outside. He begins the 10 count.

1

2

3

4

Still no movement.

5

6

7

8

9

10!!!!!

The ref call for the bell!

Towers: And you winner as a result of a count out...KANDI WASHINGTON!!!

Daniels: And there is still no clear pin...all because of that new woman.

Masters: No matter how you look at it...a win is a win my friend.

'Tear Away' blasts as TJ Hix makes his way to the ring and rolls in as Kandi quickly jumps into his arms and begins smothering him in kisses as Drake, Ethan, William Allen, Madison, and the unknown assailant surround the 'King' and 'Queen' of CZW.

Masters: There's the man right there...the FN Boss TJ Hix.

Daniels: And the Cabinet...and apparently...a new associate. But the question remains...will TJ be as successful later tonight when he faces the one...and only...El Pablo.

TJ lifts Kandi high in the air for her to continue celebrating her victory.

***

-=#1 Contender for the X-Division Championship!=-
"The Star" Jason X vs "Psycho" Sam Attic

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Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contests is scheduled for one-fall and will determine the #1 contender for the X-Division Championship."

"X Gonna Give It To Ya" pumps through the arena.

Towers: "Introducing first..."

Jason X walks out of the entrance and the crowd cheers for the youngster.

Towers: "From Las Vegas, NV; weighting in at 216 pounds; "The Star" Jason X!!!!!"

Jason rushes to the ring sliding in under the bottom rope.

Daniels: "This is the first time in a while we have seen Jason X in some time."

Masters: "He has found some success here thus far beating Satoshi Kobayashi."

Daniels: "We'll see if that leads to becoming the #1 contender to the X-Division Title currently held by Krimzon Blaze."

Jason paces in the ring waiting for his opponent as his theme quiets down.

Towers: "His opponent..."

"Crashing" pumps through the arena and Sam Attic appears as cheers for Jason changes to mostly boos.

Towers: "From Wichita, KA; weighting in at 220 pounds; "Psycho" Sam Attic!!!!!

Attic slowly makes his way to the ring.

Masters: "I cannot believe the lack of respect for this former X-Division Champion."

Daniels: "He was never a fan favorite and CZW fans don't forget."

Masters: "Even though he sided with his brother Alan Fiscus and Jigga C?"

Daniels: "Maybe they just are late on things."

Masters: "Right..."

Attic enters the ring and looks on to his opponent.

Daniels: "This will be a good contest.

Masters: "Both men know what it is to be champions and both would like to be champions again."

The ref calls for the bell and this one is underway. They begin to circle before moving in a bit more closely, and tentatively lock up with one-another. Jason pulls Attic into a headlock and takes him over to the ground. Attic quickly counters with a head-scissors and Jason kips up out of it. Attic is up and Jason takes him down with an armdrag, but Attic holds on, taking Jason over instead. Jason is up but Attic takes him down with a dropkick.

Daniels: "Nice athletic display b both men thus far."

Masters: "Indeed this is."

Jason up to one knee eyes Attic who stands staring at him. Jason to his feet and again they lock up. Jason catches Attic with a quick European uppercut, and then another, rocking him against the ropes. He whips Attic to the other side and bounces of, leaping with a spinning-heel kick, but Attic rolls underneath. Jason recovers but Sam attempts an enziguri! Jason ducks! Sam quickly moving back to his feet but Jason with a kick to the gut, staggering him. He quickly bounds off the nearest ropes and takes Attic down with a swinging neckbreaker!

Daniels: "Swinging neckbreaker by Jason X connects and drives Sam Attic to the mat."

Masters: "Nicely executed. That sets Attic up for most of Jason's offense as it works the neck."

Jason now to his feet, sizing Attic up as he dazedly recovers. He scoops him up and hits a Manhattan Drop and springs up, chaining the move with a dropkick! Attic hits the mat and rolls to the outside. Jason sizes him up and runs to the opposite side. He gets to the ropes and leaps over with a corkscrew plancha! Attic moves and Jason hits ground.

Daniels: "Crash and burn on that attempt at the dive."

Masters: "I think Jason has to get his face surgically removed from the concrete floor."

Jason rolls on the ground in pain as the ref starts his 10 count. Attic points at his fallen opponent. He happens to glance to one of the front row fans who is cheering, and more specifically, at the drink in their hand. Sam nods to the man and then quickly knocks the cup to the floor!

Daniels: "This is uncalled for Sam."

Masters: "I think Sam feel he thinks that the Canadian beer they had was not good."

The fan becomes enraged, flipping Attic with two middle-fingers.

Daniels: "After actions like this, do you wonder why Sam is still booed?"

Masters: "Actually yes. His cousin is a favorite here.

Attic waves dismissively to the angry fan and rolls Jason back into the ring. Jason up to a knee and Attic destroys him with a step-up enziguri! Jason down with a glazed look after that one! Attic covers! 1….

2….

Kick-out at 2!

Daniels: "Not quiet done yet."

Attic with a kick to the head of Jason and then a standing moonsault!

Masters: "He could be now."

Cover again!

1…….

2….

Jason barely gets the shoulder up this time!

Daniels: "Close call again. What's it gonna take to put Jason X down?"

Masters: "A prostitute.

Daniels: "Will you be serious?"

Masters: "What, Jason is from Las Vegas..."

Daniels: "Yeah and everyone knows prostitution is illegal in Vegas."

Attic shakes his head and begins to ascend the top rope! He sizes Jason up, waiting for him to stand and dives off, looking for a frankensteiner! Jason with a tumble beneath Attic who lands on his feet, but as he turns around Jason hooks him and falls back with a Saito suplex! Both men getting up slowly now! Attic up first and he runs at Jason with a clothesline attempt, but Jason ducks and both men run towards opposite ropes. The rush towards eachother and both attempt cross-body blocks! Both men crash into eachother and land in a heap on the ground!

Masters: "Crash and burn on both men."

Daniels: "That'll leave a mark.

They both take a few moments before they begin stirring. They both get up about the same time and start punching at each other. Attic kicks Jason in the gut, and nails a half nelson facebuster. Attic then points to the turnbuckle and groggily climbs up the ropes.

Masters: "Looks like Sam Attic is looking to move into the high rent district."

Attic stands up, and points into the crowd. He leaps... SENTON!

Daniels: "The senton bomb. Sam Attic nailed Jason X with a picture perfect senton bomb."

Masters: "That should be it.

Attic goes for the pin.

1…..

2….

Once again Jason kicks out.

Daniels: "Jason kicked out." Masters: "You kidding me?" Daniels: "Jason X kicked out after a senton bomb."

The crowd is heavily cheering for Jason as Attic measures Jason.

Masters: "I heard you the first time."

Jason is slow to get to his feet and Attic catches him and goes for a standing moonsault side slam but instead Jason deadweights him. Attic goes for it again but Jason deadweights it a second time. Attic goes for a third attempt but Jason catches him with a series of forearms to the head. The forearm shots rock Attic. The crowd is going nuts as Jason runs into the ropes and follows up with a flying forearm. Jason gets up and hits a second flying forearm.

Daniels: "Jason X is back in it."

Jason taunts to the crowd and goes for an Irish whip but Attic blocks. Attic reverses the whip and sends Jason into the ropes. Jason bounces off and Attic goes for a backdrop but Jason blocks with a knee to the face. Jason grabs Attic by the arms in a double pumphandle and lifts Attic of the mat in a powerbomb lift but crashes down face first.

Masters: "X-Cutter finds the mark. Sam Attic looks dazed."

Jason goes for the pin.

1…..

2…

Attic kicks out.

Daniels: "Sam Attic is shocking me now. I did not expect him to kick out if it."

Masters: "You have no faith in a former X-Division champion Jared."

Jason X is measuring Attic. He has the crowd in the palm of his hands. He grabs Attic and goes for the X-Driver but Attic backdrops Jason. Jason gets up and is met with a knee to the midsection. Attic grabs Jason in a headlock and drops him down head first into the mat.

Daniels: "The Bus Driver!"

Masters: "Been a while since we've seen that move in CZW.

Attic goes for the pin.

1…..

2…..

Jason kicks out.

Daniels: "You gotta be kidding me."

Masters: "How did that happen? Jason X kicked out of the Bus Driver.

Daniels: "You're asking me?"

Attic grabs Jason and signals for the end.

Masters: "He won't kick out of this."

Attic grabs Jason by the neck and by the leg but Jason rolls Attic onto the mat in a small package.

Daniels: "Attic was looking for Dramarama but got reversed into a small package."

1….

2….

Attic kicks out.

Masters: "Close call for Attic there."

Daniels: "Indeed it was. Jason X nearly won it by surprise."

Attic gets up and is met with a boot to the midsection. He doubles over and Jason grabs him. Jason flips over and drops him on his head. The crowd erupts.

Masters: "Jason X has this in the bag, he nailed Sam Attic with the X-Driver."

Daniels: "Forget about it, this one is academic."

Jason goes for the pin.

1…..

2…..

3……

Jason gets up and taunts to the crowd in victory as the bell rings.

Towers: "You're winner and new #1 contender, Jason X.

Jason climbs the turnbuckle and motions that he wants the belt.

Masters: "He earned this one."

Krimzon Blaze is shown standing at the entry way with the CZW X-Division title on his shoulder.

Daniels: "And there is the champion."

Blaze takes the title off his shoulder and raises it in the air.

Masters: "I think Blaze is ready to defend his title."

Daniels: "Well if we know Blaze like we know him, he'll be a fighting champion."

Masters: "Yeah especially when this is his longest reign."

Daniels: "Will you be serious?"

***

DANIELS: "Before Horrorcore continues, we want to play something for you folks that happened before the live feed to the iPPV began broadcasting. We had a local wrestler from right here in Toronto having a try out match for the CZW against Yoshi Naniwa. His name is Jean Pierre, a 21 year old upstart."

** PREVIOUSLY RECORDED **

DANIELS: "Alright ladies and gentlemen, we're set for battle here between Naniwa and local talent Jean Pierre. The crowd is electric tonight, William!"

MASTERS: "It sure is, bloody hell! You couldn't expect anything less for Horrorcore!!"

DANIELS: "Naniwa and Pierre lock up, both men are very compatible as far as stature and weight. Pierre locks on a standing headlock. Wait.."

MASTERS: "What is this?"

DANIELS: "Someone has walked through the crowd, and he's just hopped over the guardrail. And Good lord, he's HUGE!"

MASTERS: "A monster of a man!"

DANIELS: "This man is wearing a faded "TWA" shirt, dark blue jeans, and black boots. He is wearing a camoflauged ball cap, with a hook in the bill, covering up what appears to be blonde hair. What is this man doing?"

MASTERS: "Where is security!?"

DANIELS: "He almost literally just STEPS into the ring, he's that damn tall... He grabs a hold of Naniwa, who is just as confused as we are... he spins him around... INCREDIBLE short lariat!"

MASTERS: "That almost took the asian sensation right out of his bloody boots!"

DANIELS: "Pierre is stunned, but bless his heart... he goes running towards this big man!"

MASTERS: "What a horrible mistake!"

DANIELS: "This big man takes a quick step forward... JESUS! He almost took Pierre's head off with a running brogue kick!"

MASTERS: "Good heavens!"

DANIELS: "He picks up the lifeless Naniwa, positioning him in a power bomb position... he walks over to where Pierre is, just carrying Naniwa... HOLY!"

* THUD *

MASTERS: "This mysterious giant has just power bombed Naniwa ON TOP OF Pierre, with such force and a twist that he lands face first! He's destroyed these young men!"

DANIELS: "He's now posting foot on the back of Naniwa, posing with his arms stretched out and his thumbs in a down position! The crowd is stunned!"

** BACK TO LIVE FEED **

DANIELS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this monster of man, we've learned since, is the newest contracted CZW wrestler. His name is Sonny Victor, and let me tell you... I think the entire roster might be in trouble."

MASTERS: "I have to say I agree with you, Jarred, 100%. I expect big things from this monster."

DANIELS: "Well right now, let's continue with HORRORCORE! I’m getting word that Ryan Lewis is backstage with Sam Attic"

***

Ryan Lewis ever opportunistic, charges up to a defeated Sam Attic as he walks backstage.

Ryan: Sam …. Sam!! Can I get a word with you?

Pausing to turn and look back over his shoulder, Sam turns to face him head on.

Sam: Lewis you shit for brains, do “I” look like I want to talk to you?

Ryan stops in his tracks and tries to think of an answer as Sam steps towards him.

Sam: Never mind.

Not waiting for an answer Sam grabs the mic and turns to the camera. His face not happy in the slightest.

Sam: Jason X, you beat me. I can’t complain because I took you light. That is a mistake I won’t make again. But since you did get one over on me, let me propose this idea. You and me again in a match of your choosing. I know that I can beat you simply because I am a Fiscus and you aren’t, but then everyone knows that. Let’s say you should give me rematch and save yourself some grief. Ask around about what I am capable of and you will see it is wise to do just that. But in this one instance I will do something not normally done by me. I will congratulate you on the win over me. But don’t let it go to your head. As I said, you will have to face me again sooner rather than later and the end will not be the same I promise you that.

He stood straighter as he spoke, his eyes narrowing like he is ready to pounce through the camera.

Sam: Now that I said that I want the current X champ to pay attention to what is about to come from my mouth. That means you Krimson, I want my title back. I am the champion uncrowned and you are in my way of getting it back. Do you have any idea what that means for you? Do you? Think who you are looking at, what’s my name? Tell me my little ho to be, what’s my name? I am a Fiscus by birth and that alone makes me superior to you. I want what you have, that means taking a chair and raping you with it then so be it, so do yourself a favor, agree to give me a shot and I promise I will let you out of the match with your ass virginity in tact. If not then you get to go find a fresh can of butt cream to soothe the beating it’s going to get. Understand where I am coming from Blaze? If not well it’s on you and not me.

He steps closer to the camera and narrows his eyes in a predator ready to strike kinda way.

Sam: Jason you give me the rematch and I will teach you what it means to face a pureblood star like me and I will go easy. Blaze, give me a title shot or I will take from you anyway I can, remember boys, I am not going anywhere, I want what is mine, Jason out cold on the mat and the X title around my waist. I will be waiting for an answer boys. Don’t make me wait to long. For your sakes.

Throwing the mic to the still unsure and stunned Ryan Lewis, he turns and just walks away.

***

-=CZW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!=-
Jigga C (C) vs Mason Kaid

***

“Bartholomew” by The Silent Comedy blasts on through the speakers, drawing a surprisingly mixed but mostly negative reaction. The curtains part and a cloud of smoke exits out into the open air, followed by the sulking Mason Kaid! Kaid holds a lit cigarette in one hand and wears his black military jacket and gear. He takes a drag off of the cigarette, spinning once before making his way down to the ring!

Jessica Towers: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the Combat Zone Wrestling Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Akron, Ohio, he stands 5’10”, weighing in at 220lbs! He is representing The Uprising! MASOOOOOOON KAAAAAAID!!!!”

Masters: “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but Mason Kaid actually looks angrier than usual. He’s made it no secret that he wants to end Jigga C, but even the rivalry that these two have had wouldn’t generate that kind of anger.”

Daniels: ”That’s because it isn’t just his anger, William. You know just as well as I do that Ryan shane has been whispering in his ear since the moment they’ve joined forces. Mason has his rage, Ryan’s motivation and the support of some of the Canadian people thanks to his association. I’m sure Mason doesn’t care about the people, but it’s just more of a reason to fight harder.”

Masters: “You may be right, Daniels. Still, whatever the case may be, the Television Champion will have his hands full with the newest member of The Uprising.”

Daniels: “This one might burn the house down!”

Mason stomps up the ring steps, walking across the apron with his hand clenched on the top rope. He swings his body in an arch, only supporting himself by the grip on the rope and one foot, before entering the ring. He takes a deep drag off of the cigarette, blowing the smoke directly into the air in a large plum. He turns to the referee, flicking the still burning cigarette on his chest. The ref stumbles and swats it away and to the ground, and Mason turns to face the entrance, “Bartholomew” dying down. “Right Above It” by Lil Wayne ft. Drake begins to bump out of the speakers as the crowd responds with a roaring applause! The curtains burst open, and from the back leaps out Jigga C, landing firm and raising his CZW Television Title with both hands to a roaring ovation!

Jessica Towers: “And his opponent! From Richmond, Kentucky! He stands 6’5” tall! He is the current reigning and defending Combat Zone Wrestling Television Champion, JIGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!”

Daniels: “Look at the energy in Jigga C! He’s more alive than ever before! That Television Title has only made him more motivated to win! I wouldn’t be surprised if this match ended with one of those big TKOs he’s been putting his opponents away with!”

Masters: “Jigga does indeed look prepared for battle, and this will be nothing short of battle.”

Daniels: “He’s just truly begun his Television Title run, and there’s nobody who wants to lose their title in an early defense. Jigga is going to do whatever it takes to walk out of Toronto still the champion!”

Masters: “Or he’ll die trying, Jarred.”

Jigga slaps hands with the fans he passes as he makes his way down the aisle. He hops for one step before running and sliding under the bottom rope! He pops up, eyeing Mason Kaid in the corner for a couple seconds, then turns back to the crowd, holding his title up high again! The crowd loses their minds with excitement as Jigga turns, planting a kiss on his television title before handing it over to the referee. He jumps in place, psyching himself up for the upcoming match as his theme music dies down, and the referee signals for the bell to ring!

Daniels: "Here we go, TV title on the line! Jigga looks anxious to get into the fight, but Kaid is keeping his distance, looking to get under the champ's skin!"

Jigga tries several times to get close to Kaid, but Mason pulls the classic heel move of retreating to the ropes, forcing the referee to back his opponent away.

Masters: "Kaid knows that Jigga is looking forward to getting some 'payback' after his defeat in the last tag match on Overdrive. This is just Kaid being smart and letting Jigga get ahead of himself and when he makes that big mistake, you KNOW Kaid is going to take advantage!"

Finally, Kaid heads to the center of the ring. Jigga goes for the lock up, but Kaid answers with a closed fist to the face!! The champ staggers and Kaid begins to unload on him, taking him down with a double-leg takedown and then raining vicious punches to Jigga's head!

Masters: "I rest my case."

Daniels: "Kaid showing his sadistic side, pummeling the TV champ! Kaid now to his feet, STOMPING away at Jigga, kicking at him as he rolls into the corner. Jigga uses the ropes to get to his feet, but Kaid drives a fierce forearm to the kidneys! Kaid now reaching under the top rope, grabbing Jigga and using the leverage to choke him over the rope! The ref gives the count, but Kaid stops before five! Kaid now grabbing the champ and raking his eyes along the top rope!"

Masters: "Mason Kaid enjoys inflicting pain, Daniels, and fortunately for him, he's found the perfect opponent: The guy too stupid to know that he's had too much of it!"

Kaid pushes Jigga against the ropes, throwing a vicious chop, followed by a second! He then whips Jigga to the far side, hitting the near side himself and charging in with a big lariat...which the champ ducks! The crowd cheers as both men hit the opposite sides of the ropes at once, and the champ surprises Kaid with a HUGE dropkick!!

Daniels: "Kaid hits the mat! Back to his feet and Jigga catches him with a big chop, followed by a kick to the abdomen! A forearm shot by Jigga has Kaid reeling and that spinning back kick knocks him down again! Kaid to his feet again and Jigga whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a HUGE sidewalk slam! Jigga hooks the leg for the pin!"

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Daniels: "Near fall there but Jigga doesn't let up, immediately putting the challenger in a side headlock! Kaid slowly gets to his feet, pushing Jigga to the ropes, then shoots him off. Jigga returns and takes Kaid down with a big shoulder block! The fans continue to cheer on the champion as he pulls Kaid back up, hooking him up for a suplex!"

Jigga hoists Kaid up, but Mason floats over, then quickly drops Jigga with a snap inverted DDT! The crowd jeers as Kaid sits on the mat, holding the back of his head a moment before standing. Jigga rolls and slowly starts to stand, but Kaid drives an elbow right to the back of his head! He hits a second and a third before rolling over Jigga and locking in a rear naked choke! (seriously, what is up with that name? Given the positioning of the move, it's got to be the most inappropriate name ever.)

Masters: "And this is where the champ's lights go out!"

Daniels: "Kaid has the sleeper cinched in, cutting off the air flow! Jigga is struggling, crawling towards the ropes! The fans cheer him on and...yes! He has the ropes! Kaid refuses to relinquish the hold!"

Masters: "Don't worry, Daniels, he's just doing the smart thing and exercising the five count to his advantage! See? He let him go."

Daniels: "A dirty tactic for sure, but one can't say it isn't effective. Four seconds can be an eternity when you're locked in a painful hold!"

Kaid keeps himself out of Jigga's line of sight, slinking out onto the apron with a devious look in his eye. He quickly pulls himself to the top rope and leaps off, catching Jigga and SPIKING him down with a bulldog headlock!! The fans groan in sypmathy after the vicious move, and jeer loudly as Kaid makes the cover!!

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The ref continually asks Jigga if he wishes to submit, but he stoically refuses. Finding himself unable to move towards the ropes, he throws his hands behind him, boxing Kaid’s ears and breaking the hold! Kaid is momentarily stunned as Jigga works his way to his feet, but he still recovers first, charging at Jigga with a big clothesline, but the champ ducks, countering into a SAMOAN DROP!!

Daniels: "Jigga now with a second wind! Kaid gets up from the mat and the champ hooks him up…DDT!! Jigga C off the near side…running flip legdrop!! Jigga with the pin!!"

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Disappointment is evident on Jigga’s face as he pulls Kaid to his feet, hammering away at him with stiff punches, backing him up to the ropes. He wraps Kaid’s arm around the rope and wrenches back on it, attempting to soften the limb up a bit.

Daniels: "Sound strategy here by the champ, working on the arm!"

Masters: "Cheating, you mean!"

Daniels: "He’s got the five count to work with, remember?"

Jigga pulls Kaid off the ropes before the five count, taking the challenger to the mat with an arm-wringer, then dropping a leg over the arm! The champ stands and drops a second leg! Jigga in control now as he pulls Kaid back to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle! Kaid bounces out and Jigga downs him with a big scoop slam! He then backs up and charges the corner, leaping over Kaid and performing a hand-stand on the top turnbuckle before falling down into a big elbow drop on the challenger! Jigga with the cover!

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Masters: "That's more flashy than effective, Daniels! Kaid isn't going to lose to such a 'Michael Bay' maneuver!"

Daniels: "Kaid moves to the corner and Jigga begins to stomp at him, getting frustrated! The referee pulls Jigga away, admonishing him for the assault while Kaid was in the ropes, now talking to the champ who is getting VERY vocal with the official! Wait, watch Kaid here...unfastening the middle turnbuckle!"

Kaid exposes the steel ring, tossing the middle buckle out of the ring, then, noticing that both Jigga and the referee were unaware of what he was doing, he slumps back to the mat, making a good show of appearing more dazed than he really is.

Daniels: "I don't like where this is going! Kaid getting up slowly and Jigga thinks he has him where he wants him now that the referee is out of the way! Jigga rushes in for the SHINING WIZARD!! DROP TOE-HOLD BY KAID!! JIGGA GOES FACE FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!!"

Jigga slumps to the mat, a nice cut having formed on his forehead, already bleeding down his face! Kaid pulls Jigga to his feet and sets him up...

Masters: "A.W.O.L!!"

Daniels: "Vicious swinging reverse STO by Kaid! He covers him!"

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Masters: "SHENANIGANS!!"

Daniels: "One of the nearest falls I've ever seen in my life! Jigga C just BARELY stays in this match, and Kaid is FURIOUS!!"

Kaid pulls Jigga to his feet, tucking him down into a powerbomb clutch. He gives a throat-cut gesture and then hoists him up!

Daniels: "Kaid lifts Jigga up...deceptively powerful is Mason Kaid! He's cinching him up for the False Flag! WAIT!! JIGGA C BITING THE FACE OF MASON KAID, BLOCKING THE MOVE!!"

Masters: "Gross..."

Daniels: "Jigga breaks free, counters...HURRICANRANA!! HE HOOKS THE LEGS!!"

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　 Masters: "NOOO!!"

　 Daniels: "JUST LIKE THAT, JIGGA C PULLS OUT THE WIN!"

　 Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, and STILL CZW Television Champion, JIGGA C!!"

Jigga jumps to his feet, the adrenaline surging through his veins, celebrating his victory! He recieves his belt and hops onto the middle turnbuckle, grinning broadly despite the blood running down his face!

　 Daniels: "Jigga is ecstatic at this point, and you can't blame him! A successful defense by the Television Champion!"

　 Meanwhile, Kaid has crawled over to his jacket, removing and palming something from it...he drinks something from a flask and then stands, revealing his Zippo lighter! Jigga continues to celebrate, hopping down from the turnbuckle...

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　 Daniels: "OH MY GOD!! KAID JUST SPIT FIRE INTO JIGGA'S FACE!!"

　 Masters: "He was just cauterizing the wound for him, Daniels!"

　 Daniels: "This isn't funny! He could be seriously injured!!"

　 Kaid stares down at Jigga as he rolls around the ring in pain, clutching his face! Slowly, Kaid heads to the outside of the ring, reaching underneath it and pulling out a can of spraypaint and a stencil of some sort!

　 Daniels: "Kaid obviously prepared for this ahead of time! Our champion is down and now Kaid shaking the paint can...now spraying something on the belt! He's defacing the title and it's not even his!"

　 Masters: "It doesn't look like Jigga is in any condition to stop him, Daniels!"

　 The camera moves over the belt and it now has the words 'KILL YOUR TV' sprayed over the face-plate! Kaid dons his coat and then slings the belt over his shoulder, staring down coldly at Jigga before leaving...with the belt!

　 Daniels: "Ladies and gentlemen, Jigga C is still your champion, but Mason Kaid is leaving WITH the belt! We've got trainers tending to Jigga, hopefully he'll be alright! We’ve got the Intercontinental Title match coming up next!"

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-=CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!=-
"The Egoist" Mike King vs Satoshi Kobayashi w/ Reece Evans vs "The OGT" Maynard O'Toole

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(Daniels): Time to crown an Intercontinental Champion.

(Masters): Crown? No. Time for Mike King to defend the title.

(Daniels): Don't tell me you buy into his “it should be my belt” schtick?

(Masters): The man poses a valid point. Who am I to argue with logic?

-We fly across to the ring, and the introductions-

(Announcer): The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall... And is for the CZW Intercontinental Championship...

-A huge pop as the official holds the belt high-

(Announcer): Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Reece Evans... From Kobe, Japan... Weighing in at three-hundred and four pounds... Satoshi Kobayashi!!

-Kyoto by Skrillex hits, and Satoshi comes charging through the curtain. Evans follows the big man, watching him walk up the steps and into the ring with purpose-

(Announcer): And his opponents.. First, from Fayetteville, North Carolina... He weighed in tonight at two hundred and fifty-five pounds... The O.G.T... Maynard O'Toole!!

-Slayer's Bloodline whips the crowd into a frenzy, which only increases at the emergence of O'Toole. He cautions Evans to stay out of this, before climbing into the ring and sizing up Kobayashi-

(Announcer): And their opponent... Representing M2D Windows... He hails from Buckeye, Arizona... Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... The Egoist... Mike King!!

-St Anger by Metallica hits, and King walks out with purpose, ready to fight for what he believes should already be his. He takes his time, making a lap of the ring before finally sliding under the ropes and taking his place in one of the vacant corners.-

(Daniels): The atmosphere here in the Ted Reeve Arena is off the hook. I'm surprised there is a roof on the building still.

(Masters): Just a shame this isn't going to last very long. King to claim what's his.

DING DING DING

-The bell sounds, and nobody moves. Each of the three looks from opponent to opponent, waiting to see who will move first. A strange, three-way chant duel kicks up, with each man having a share of the support. This seems to fire King up most, who runs at O'Toole with a running forearm, then back-elbows Kobayashi, alternating between the two bigger men with each shot. His attempt to outplay the size game is only fleeting, as the two simultaneously kick him in the gut, then throw him over the top to ringside.

Kobayashi and O'Toole then turn to face each other, circling into a lockup. Maynard pushes away one arm, going for an irish whip, but Kobayashi counters, sending O'Toole off towards the ropes. He rebounds, ducking Satoshi's clothesline attempt, before rebounding again, coming off the ropes and leaping for a high knee. It doesn't connect, as Kobayashi catches his opponent in mid-air, throwing him hard overhead with an exploder suplex. O'Toole slides on impact, rolling under the rope and from the ring. Kobayashi throws his arms out, roaring loudly to a mixed reaction.-

(Daniels): It looks like it's the Japanese native that has the first upper hand in this one.

(Masters): Have you seen the size of him? He's got 50lbs over O'Toole, and nearly 100 over King. Do I have to spell it out for you?

(Daniels): Seems like your King prediction could be off.

(Masters): You clearly pay no attention while we're working. The first minutes rarely show the whole picture.

-King slides back into the ring, being careful to stay out of the eyeline of Satoshi. Mike delivers a kick to the leg of Kobayashi, which barely rocks the big man. He tries again, with a similar result. A third, aimed at the side, gets caught. King shakes his head, trying an enziguri that gets ducked. He does manage to land on his feet, and goes for an RVD style mule kick that causes Kobayashi to stumble back. Rolling forwards to his feet, King immediately leaps onto the middle rope, springboarding with a dropkick to the head that again rocks Kobayashi. King runs the ropes again, only to be tripped and pulled from the ring by O'Toole. Maynard whips Mike into the barricade. The Egoist hits the steel hard, flipping over it into the front row of the fans.-

(Daniels): The fans getting more than they bargained for here!

(Masters): You can't say CZW isn't value for money.. Well, you can, but you'd be wrong!

-Kobayashi climbs from the ring, which draws the official out of the ring to try to restore order, and keep Evans from interfering. Satoshi charges in behind O'Toole, and drops him with a lariat to the back of the head. Not letting up, Satoshi grabs Maynard as he rises, whipping towards the barricade. A crack goes out, as O'Toole connects not with the barrier, but instead a chair swung by MK. Maynard collapses, while King takes a few steps back, then charges at the barricade, stepping up onto a chair, jumping to the barricade. Catching his balance he throws the chair to Satoshi, before delivering a diving Van Daminator, taking Kobayashi off his feet for the first time in this contest.

King looks between the two fallen opponents, then pulls up the ring skirting, checking underneath for goodies. He finds a pile of tables, and pulls out a pair before dropping the skirt again. Unsatisfied, he heads around to the next side, making sure to get a couple of boots into a rising O'Toole. Lifting up the second side, he finds something he likes the look of... A trashcan full of weapons.. A pair of kendo sticks, a crutch, a baseball bat, it's barbed-wire covered cousin... All the favourites... Pulling out one of the kendo sticks he throws the rest into the ring.-

(Daniels): And we have weapons. Is this fair?

(Masters): All's fair in CZW, you know that.

-Mike again stops O'Toole from rising with a boot to the head, sending said cranium into the barricade. King then turns his attention to a Kobayashi that's lifted himself using the steps. Satoshi turns, and gets cracked right between the eyes from King's cane. The shot causes blood to trickle down the forehead of Kobayashi. A second shot connects, and the cut widens, which only seems to ignite a fire in Satoshi. He charges forward, dropping King onto the prone tables with a shoulder charge. Pushing Mike clear, Kobayashi pushes one table into the ring, setting up the second bridge-style between the barricade and apron. He then slides into the ring, joined by a slightly dazed O'Toole, who brings with him a pair of chairs. Each man grabs a chair, then notices the other holding one, so drops theirs and charges in. A punch duel ensues. Kobayashi left, O'Toole left. Kobayashi right, O'Toole Right. Kobayashi knife edge chop, O'Toole chop ducked! Second chop from Kobayashi, and then a third and fourth that turns the chest of O'Toole a shade of red not far from that the blood flowing down Satoshi's face.

Kobayashi tries a whip.. And gets it.. O'Toole hitting the ropes, and coming back into a boot to the gut. Satoshi looks for a wrist clutch facelock, a set up to his DDT, but O'Toole spins out and hoists the bigger man into a shaky firemans carry. Maynard tries for the DDT out of it, but Satoshi counters by landing on his feet, throwing a northern lights suplex, bridging to a pin-

ONE... TW-KICKOUT!!

-Undeterred, Satoshi rises, going for a whip.. That gets reversed... Kobayashi heads towards the ropes... Only to fly right over the top rope and through the bridged table!-

(Daniels): Mike King just pulled down the rope! We have our first table break of the match!

(Masters): And we have another laid in the corner of the ring!

-King springboards in with a clothesline that takes down O'Toole. The pair rise equally, and King runs the ropes to deliver a Metallica Kick (Kenka kick) that sends O'Toole down. Mike raises his hand, pulling the pin of an invisible grenade that he throws into the air, before dropping down with an elbow drop.-

(Masters): The Grenade! Mike King just hit Maynard O'Toole with that explosive elbow drop!

(Daniels): I see what you did there.

(Masters): See what I did? Call a move right?

(Daniels): I meant the explo- Oh, never mind...

-King goes for the cover, hooking the far leg and looking around for Satoshi-

ONE.... TWO... TH-MAYNARD THROWS UP HIS ARM!

-Unhappy, Mike pushes the arm back down, going for another straight cover-

ONE... TWO... THR-ARM UP AGAIN!!

-A third time he pushes down the shoulders-

ONE.... TWO... TH-O'TOOLE THROWS KING OFF HIMSELF!!!

-While Daniels and Masters do the whole 'going for another pin straight away/expending energy' commentary that always follow these spots, King is looting around in the trashcan for a weapon. In the end, he decides the can itself is the best weapon, compressing it into the corner. Immediately it gets used, with O'Toole being sent head-first into it. The rebounding Maynard is locked into a LeBell lock-

(Daniels): St Anger II! St Anger II! This could be over!

-O'Toole tries to fight it off, but it only allows King to put more pressure onto the hold, really working the shoulder and face.-

(Masters): It looks well placed. Maynard will have to crawl to reach the rope if he wants the break.

-Masters proves to be right, as O'Toole reaches out and gets nothing but air. He tries to pull himself forward, only getting a couple of millimetres closer-

(Daniels): You have to wonder if he can fight this. So many attacks up to now have focused on his head.

-Another stretch, O'Toole's fingers nearly catching the rope. King notices, and pulls more, trying to pull the arm further from the rope and force the submission-

(Daniels): This could be it...

-You can see in O'Toole's eyes that he can't hold out much longer... He raises his arm one more time, fighting the urge to tap-

(Masters): He's going to tap...

-The arm drops...

And a bat hits the back of King's head!!

Kobayashi drops his weapon, collapsing to a knee, allowing himself to take a breath before lifting King for a whip to the ropes. Mike holds onto the ropes, legs swinging into the air from his momentum. At the same moment, O'Toole drives a fist into the back of Satoshi's knee, dropping him down... Which allows King to charge in with a shining Kenka kick...-

(Daniels): SHINING METALLICA!! All three men now laid out prone!!

(Masters): It's do or die. Kill or be killed. First man up wins this.

-The official checks all three men, looking very unsure. He checks something with the timekeeper, before starting a knockout count...

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TWO... The crowd, still hot, alternate between 'This is awesome' and 'C-Z-DUB!' chants

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FOUR... Small movement from all three men... King pushing up one table leg... Satoshi a crimson mask of despair...

FIVE... O'Toole tries to pull himself up with the middle rope, but just ends up slumped against the bottom rope...

SIX... King had both table legs up and the table on it's side, using it as an aid to rise...

SEVEN... Satoshi has both arms draped over the ropes in the corner, Evans yelling instructions at him...

EIGHT... All three men now stand on one knee...

NINE... They all reach their feet, and turn to the centre to see the other two as beatdown as themselves...-

(Daniels): Who will get the upper hand... Remember, the winner of this becomes the CZW Intercontinental Champion... The first of the new era.

(Masters): Right now, it could go any way. They've all shown a measure of dominance.

-O'Toole points to King, and then Satoshi, as if to suggest an alliance. King takes a moment, then nods, going for Kobayashi. O'Toole joins him, the pair raining down punches and kicks to drop the bigger man. King keeps stomping, only to get blindsided as O'Toole throws him from the ring and dives for a pin-

ONE... TWO.. THR-KICKOUT!!

-O'Toole thinks about arguing, but instead sets up the table. He tries to lift Satoshi for a firemans carry, but fatigue sets in, and he collapses to one knee. Kobayashi takes the advantage, grabbing a reverse chokeslam hold and throwing Maynard through the table face first!-

(Daniels): OH MY GOD!! Splinters everywhere as Kobayashi drops Maynard O'Toole through that table!!

(Masters): He's got this sealed.. He just has to c-

-Before he can cover, King charges from nowhere with a Metallica kick. The momentum of the impact sends a Kobayashi through the ropes to ringside, where he lands a bloodied heap... Reece Evans runs to check on him. Meanwhile, King covers...-

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DING DING DING

(Announcer): Here is your winner... and the NEW CZW Intercontinental Champion... MIKE KING!!!!

-King rises to his knees, exhausted but smiling-

(Masters): Haha! He did it! I told you he would!

-The official hands MK the title, raising his arm in victory-

(Daniels): Remember, King's stablemates Ward and Newsome are part of the Global Tag Team Title Triple Threat later tonight... We could see M2D Windows walk out with two of our championships.

(Masters): It'll be them or the Uprising. Those Saint's don't stand a chance.

-King climbs the turnbuckle, title held high in celebration-

(Daniels): That match is up next folks, live here only on iPPV as CZW Horrorcore continues. Don't go anywhere!!

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The scene cuts to the backstage area, a locker room, to be more specific. Alan Fiscus' locker room. He is sitting on the edge of a bench, shirtless, and wearing his black and red wrestling tights. He twists his neck and torso, stretching with just a few more moments to go before it is time for the Riot match. He has a white towel draped over his head, and he is in the proverbial 'zone' so to speak. He looks down at the ground, with his elbows down on his knees. He slowly looks up, and addresses the camera.

FISCUS: "Ryan Shane. The Straight Edge Curse. The Anti-Christ of the CZW. The man who thinks he is about to put me out of commission. Shane, you can claim I am a shell of my former self all you want. Convince yourself I'm not the same bad ass son of a bitch you were in awe of when you first joined the company. Pretend that I'm now weak, hopeless, wilted. Too weathered to hate. You're so full of yourself, Shane. So caught up in your pathetic angst that you've become delusional. This match is pivotal. This match is epic. This match... will be the biggest of YOUR career. But you see, where this is the next step for you, this is the beaten path for me. You may be vicious. You may be lethal. You may be merciless. But I was all of those things before you were even a pimpled face nerd going through puberty. With that being the case, people want to say I'm old. Because I've been doing this for 16 years, I am in my twilight years. I don't listen to the gossip, and I don't buy the Ryan Shane hype. I've said it repeatedly, I am your wake up call. I am your reality check. I am going to humble you and show you that you are just as mortal as the rest of us. In just a few moments, everything I've said is going to come true. You're going to realize that I am not a shell, but a full force. Just like I've been my whole life. Toronto is about to have a riot on its hands. See you soon, Shane."

Fiscus smirks to the camera, with his eyes hidden by the towel. After a few moments, the feed cuts back to the ring.

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-=CZW GLOBAL TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!=-
"M2D Windows" (Joshua Newsome and Daniel Ward) vs "The Gunslinger Saints" (Eddie Rowan and Spencer Pierce) vs "The Uprising" (Brian Blaze and Matt Covey)

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TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the three way dance to determine the CZW Global tag team champions!"

The crowd cheers

"Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa as the cheers get louder

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Seattle, Washington... At a combined weight of 425 pounds... former World champion Eddie Rowan and Spencer Pierce... THE GUNSLINGER SAINTS!"

Both men storm out from behind the curtain, playing up the crowd. Both wear similar black and red latex tights. They high five fans on their way down to the ring.

"God Save the Queen" by The Sex Pistols begins to play, as the crowd returns with a solid mixed reaction.

TOWERS: "Their first opponents... hailing from Cambridge, England and a heavily wooded area on the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio... Daniel Ward and The Mountain Man... M2D WINDOWS!"

Both men come out, wearing their usual ring attire. They pay no mind to the crowd, as they make their way to the ring and go to their respective corner.

TOWERS: "And their final opponents..."

"Man of Constant Sorrow" by Charm City Devils begins to play, to a large chorus of boos

TOWERS: "Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and anywhere he damn well pleases... Brian Blaze and 'Bad Ass' Matt Covey... THE UPRISING!"

Blaze comes out with a feather boa and crazy glasses, playing up to the crowd as Covey is with him, acting completely different. Quite an odd pairing, but they are communicating well and decide to run to the ring half way there and slide in.

DANIELS: "Well, that escalated fast! BB attacks Pierce, Covey goes after Ward, and Newsome has blindsided Rowan!"

MASTERS: "Well you knew this was going to be a melee, Daniels! And you knew this wasn't going to be a traditional tag team match. Not in the CZW!"

DANIELS: "Indeed. Newsome has Rowan in his control, having him in a corner and pummeling him with rights. Covey and Ward are exchanging blows in the center of the ring. Ward seems to take charge, and stuns Covey just for a moment. He runs to the ropes... and brings Covey down with a strong running European uppercut! He picks Covey up, but is blind sided by Blaze, who has Spencer knocked down and momentarily stunned! Blaze hits him with a series of forearms as Covey recovers. They both nail Ward now, and throw him to the ropes... and wow, they nail him with a double hip toss!"

MASTERS: "You act surprised that these two men can work together, they are members of the Uprising, and both are veterans in the game. They know how to adapt, Daniels!"

DANIELS: "It's just odd to me. That's all. Blaze picks Ward back up, as Newsome is irish whipping Rowan across the ring. Rowan slams hard into the corner. Mountain Man comes running in, this could be bad for Rowan... AVALANC- NO! Rowan moves out of the way, and Newsome runs torso first into the corner! He stumbles backwards, and Rowan kicks him hard in the gut. DDT! "

MASTERS: "And look at this, Spencer is up on his feet, stalking Covey as he and Blaze are still double teaming Ward. He turns Covey around... big right fist, knocking the bad ass back! Brian comes at him, but a kick to the gut! He grabs ahold of Blaze.. and nails him with a snap suplex! Covey's back up... and he gets a snap suplex from Pierce as well! And YES! Ward just stood up... to receive a THIRD snap suplex from Spencer Pierce!"

DANIELS: "The Gunslingers are the only two standing right now! Eddie shouts over to Spencer, who comes and both men grab a hold of Newsome. They each hit a short series of kicks to the gut, before pushing him to the ropes. They both throw him to the ropes, preparing a double team move... OH! NEWSOME JUST DOUBLE CLOTHESLINED THE GUNSLINGERS! What a powerful man!"

MASTERS: "And that's why I'm going with his team to win this one, they have the most power, and they have the most brains!"

DANIELS: "All the men are stunned, but Blaze is back up first. He grabs Ward, but Ward shrugs him off and nails him with a hard forearm to the face. He grabs his head and twists... Hangman's Neckbreaker!"

MASTERS: "But as soon as Ward is back up, Covey is on him. We all know how sick and twisted Covey can be, and this fellow is a threat to anyone he opposes. He nails Ward with a series of aggressive forearms to the back, bloody vicious! He throws Ward to the ropes... the rebound... and a picture perfect powerslam! Covey with the first cover of the bout!"

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DANIELS: "Newsome now on top of Covey, the two biggest competitors in this match going head-to-head. Covey fights back, but Newsome takes the charge with a huge kick to the gut. Newsome throws Covey to the ropes... and a vicious big boot, knocking spit out of Covey's mouth as he twists and falls to the mat!"

MASTERS: "Joshua Newsome is most likely the most under-rated CZW wrestler on the roster. With his brute strength and mass, all he needs is the right gears to click to truly be a force in this company. But look at this... the Gunslingers are back up, and as Newsome turns around... they nail him with a double dropkick, which in turn knocks him back so hard, he falls over the top rope and onto the floor!"

DANIELS: "Eddie and Spencer then turn their attentions to Blaze, who is getting back up. Eddie grabs him, and positions him... body slam! Spencer runs to the ropes and almost immediately baseball slides into him as he lands. Both men then run to the opposite ropes... BAM! What tag team talent, Eddie nails a senton as Spencer nails a legdrop! Spencer for the cover!"

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MASTERS: "Blaze showing his resilancy here, as both men pick him up.. but Ward and Covey are both back up, and each blind side a Gunslinger! Covey has Pierce in a headlock, as Ward and Rowan trade blows. Rowan gets the better of Ward, however. He gets him in position... Sitout gordbuster! Ward is down! Covey is wrenching on Spencer, but his back is turned and doesn't see Rowan. Rowan goes to attack Covey... but gets pounded from behind by Brian Blaze! I tell you what, this team of Blaze and Covey are my picks for this, they are just too good!"

DANIELS: "You just said you were going with Newsome and Ward! Blaze has Rowan in place... and nails him with a Release Dragon Suplex! Dear God! Eddie holds his neck as he is out for the foreseeable future! Blaze and Covey both have Spencer up. Double suplex! They keep a hold of it... a SECOND double suplex! Oh my! They lift him up again! A THIRD double suplex! Blaze goes for the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Immediately Covey is on top of Mountain Man, as Blaze gets back up. They double team him with series' of kicks and punches. They have him in a corner, and irish whip him hard into the opposite corner! But Newsome comes running back out, first clotheslining Blaze and THEN clotheslining Covey! Oh my, the power!"

MASTERS: "Makes your mouth water, doesn't it?"

DANIELS: "Uh, what? No!"

MASTERS: "Bloody right. Newsome is fired up, and picks back up Covey. He nails a few big forearms to Covey's back, and sets him up. He lifts him!"

* THUD!

DANIELS: "A devestating power bomb! Covey's skull bounced off the mat! Newsome with the cover!"

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DANIELS: "OH! Kick out at two, but just barely!"

MASTERS: "Newsome picks Covey back up. He throws Covey to the ropes... but Covey ducks the lariat! AND OH! ROWAN!"

DANIELS: "Rowan just surprised Newsome, and knocks him off his feet with a springboard spinning heel kick! Amazing agility!"

MASTERS: "But Covey was waiting and nails a stiff elbowdrop on Eddie as he was on the mat, trying to get up! Ouch! Covey has him up... but Ward out of nowhere dropkicks Covey in the knees! Covey drops Eddie, and Ward picks up Covey... a snapmere!"

* THWACK! *

DANIELS: "And a stiff kick to the back of the Bad Ass! AND SPENCER PIERCE COMES IN WITH A DROPKICK TO THE FACE OF THE SITTING COVEY! Covey is out!"

MASTERS: "But Ward gets right on top of Spencer before he can go for the cover. He whips him to a corner, and follows in with a splash! Daniel proceeds to get Spencer positioned on the top rope... going for a risky move here! Spencer tries to fight back, but to no avail. Daniel begins to join him, each man throwing clumsy punches at each other. Wait, Rowan is back up! He runs over and stuns Ward... He has him in the power bomb position... Spencer is up! Spencer leaps!"

DANIELS: "HOLY COW! What a tag move, Eddie nails Ward with a power bomb as Spencer also nails him with a Buff Blockbuster! Wow! THE COVER BY EDDIE!"

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And Blaze breaks it up!

MASTERS: "So close! Spencer gets on Blaze... but BLOODY HELL! Blaze nails Spencer with a blantant low blow, causing Spencer to hold his crotch region in immense pain! Brian turns his attention back on Eddie, and nails him hard with a knee to the gut. Eddie is hunched over, and Brian runs to the ropes and nails Eddie with a hard knee lift! With Eddie flat on his back, Brian runs to the ropes once more... and nails a running legdrop! Before he can go for the cover, he sees Newsome coming for him... and Blaze nails Newsome with another blantant low blow! My god, I'm squirming in my seat! I see you are perfectly fine, however, Daniels!"

DANIELS: "Wha- Oh, you! Newsome crumbles down on to the mat, as Blaze seems to be in control. He goes after Ward instead of Rowan, however. He picks Ward up and nails a stiff chop the chest. Another. Another!"

CROWD: "WOOOO!!!"

DANIELS: "Blaze lifts Ward up in a vertical suplex position! But he keeps him up, letting all the blood rush to the Englishman's head! Look at the upper body strength of Brian Blaze! He's had him up for about 20 seconds... and slams him down, completing the stalling suplex. The cover!"

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Ward kicks out!

MASTERS: "I have to root for my fellow countryman, and thankfully, he kicked out. Blaze picks him back up, and tosses him to the outside of the ring! But as Blaze was about to join him, Eddie dropkicks Brian as he was halfway through the ropes, causing Blaze to fall right on top of Ward!"

DANIELS: "And as Eddie stands back up... Covey with vicious lariat to the back of his head! This is crazy, it's so hard to call all this action!"

MASTERS: "My head is literally spinning, like Linda Blair!"

DANIELS: "... No, it's not."

MASTERS: "No it's not! Covey has Eddie right where he wants him... and nails him with a powerful old school piledriver! The cover!"

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DANIELS: "It should be noted that Covey and Blaze are neither strangers to the CZW Global Tag team straps, each man co-holding the title for lengthy amount of times. In fact, Blaze was tag champion when the CZW was bought out by WCWF so many moons ago."

MASTERS: "And that is why they are my pick to win this thing, Daniels."

DANIELS: "Sometimes, all I can do is shake my head."

MASTERS: "And it's the best commentary you've done when you do, mate. Covey has Eddie in the corner, hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Covey is with him, nailing him in the head a few times, before locking it on..."

* THUD! *

DANIELS: "Covey with a ground shaking Superplex on Eddie Rowan! Covey is slow to get back up... and Newsome is back up, nailing Covey with a stiff kick to the chest! That could have collapsed a lung! Newsome picks Covey up... and nails him with a foreward press slam! And look at this! NEWSOME GOING FOR THE CHAINSAW CHOKE!!"

MASTERS: "Oh hell! The referee is checking, but this is probably the last person in this match you want to try to make submit!"

DANIELS: "I'd have to agree with you there! He does have Covey locked in, however, and tight!"

MASTERS: "At best, he'll put him to sleep. Covey is trying to fight out, but can't get out. This rear naked choke is so deadly, especially being administered by such a gruesome man."

DANIELS: "Much agreed. Wait! Spencer Pierce is up! He runs to the ropes, and nails a hard senton on the lain men, effectively breaking up the Chainsaw Choke! Spencer kicks Newsome hard in the chest as he tries to get up! Again! AGAIN!"

* THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! *

DANIELS: "Spencer runs to the ropes... and nails the big man with a running enziguri! Newsome is out! And Spencer covers!"

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And Ward is back in the ring to break it up!

MASTERS: "Ward back in the ring, after reversing an irish whip into the guardrail from Blaze literally just seconds before! Ward stomps hard on Spencer, and picks him up. He irish whips him hard into the furtherest corner, with such force that Spencer falls down in a seated position! Ward runs!"

* THWANK! *

MASTERS: "And Ward connects with a stiff running knee to the face! Spencer is out!"

DANIELS: "But Eddie is up, and turns Ward around... standing dropkick! Perfectly placed! Everyone is laid out right now, it looks like a bomb went off out here!"

MASTERS: "Blaze is out on the floor, Covey is out in the ring, Newsome is out in the ring, Spencer is out in the corner, with Ward and Eddie the most lively of the two. Eddie is first to sluggishly get up, and goes to pick up Ward... who surprises Eddie with a small package! This is it!!"

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DANIELS: "Ward is back up, and stomps at Eddie before he can get back up. He picks him up, and throws him to the ropes. Ward nails a sweet armdrag takedown. Ward is back up, however, Covey is up also! Covey grabs Ward from behind! He lifts him up... Atomic drop! Covey turns him around, and nails a crushing jawbreaker! Covey for the pin!"

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MASTERS: "Ward is a survivor! Brian Blaze has returned to the ring, and He and Covey discussing briefly about what to do. They both pick up Ward... and nail a double gutbuster! The Uprising is looking strong now, Daniels!"

DANIELS: "Both men turn around and pick up Newsome. Keeping him stunned with punches and kicks, they position him... and nail the big man with a double DDT!! BLAZE WITH THE PIN!"

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MASTERS: "Pierce has broke it up, but Covey is right on top of him... nailing him with a gutwrench suplex. Blaze and Covey back up, and now double teaming Spencer Pierce. They throw him to the ropes... but he ducks the double lariat. Eddie springboard splashes onto both men, from out of nowhere! I didn't even see him get up!"

DANIELS: "Spencer grabs Blaze and nails him with a backbreaker, holding him there! Eddie comes running in with a low dropkick to the head of Blaze! Ouch! The Saints are pumped up, and the crowd are fully behind them!"

CROWD: "SAINTS! SAINTS! SAINTS!" DANIELS: "Ward is up, and both men are on point! They grab him and throw him to the ropes as well! Double dropkicks to the knees of Ward! He falls flat on his face!"

MASTERS: "Newsome is stirring, but Eddie sees it... He tells Spencer what's what, and both men pick the big guy up. Double kick to the gut... AND ANOTHER DOUBLE DDT onto Newsome! His head might be broken!"

DANIELS: "But look at this... they go back to Ward, and both kick him down hard. They throw him to the ropes.... Eddie with a spinning spinebuster!"

MASTERS: "-- And Spencer with a neckbreaker! That's their move, that's the Psych Out!!"

DANIELS: "Eddie covers Ward!"

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* DING DING DING *

TOWERS: "YOUR WINNERS AND NEWWWWW CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! THE GUNSLINGER SAINTS!!!"

The crowd is going crazy as the official hands the belts to Spencer and Eddie. Both men are exhausted, but ecstatic as they hug and then hold the belts high in the air.

CROWD: "SAINTS! SAINTS! SAINTS!"

DANIELS: "What a marvelous tag team match, only the best for our fans and on our iPPVs! Horrorcore has been absolutely incredible so far, and we still have our two big matches left!"

MASTERS: "Oh yes indeed, Our greatest champion ever will defend the belt against El Pablo!"

DANIELS: "Greatest champion ever!?"

MASTERS: "That's right! But next.. THE RIOT MATCH!"

"Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa continues to play as the Saints celebrate a little more before returning to the backstage area.

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We cut backstage to the CZW interview area, a black backdrop set up with the CZW logo across it and some metal rigging being the only kind of decoration. A smiling Jenny Jacobs stands in front of it, microphone in hand. He takes a deep breath and exclaims with high-energy!

Jacobs: “It’s already been a heated night here in the Ted Reeve arena, and what comes next might be the most brutal match of the night, perhaps even in CZW history! It’s, of course, the Riot Match….and with me right now is one-half of that match. Ladies and Gentlemen, he is the leader of The Uprising and the man they call “The Anti-Christ of CZW”, Ryan Shane.”

The camera zooms out, slowly revealing Ryan Shane and Cassidy Fontaine standing to the side of Jenny. Ryan stares off into space, up into the lights. He wears a black wool skull cap and high-collar leather coat, the words “RISE” airbrushed in red and white across both the side of the cap and the sleeves of the coat, a red maple leaf on his shoulder. Cassidy looks happy to be there, her upper-half covered by a black Uprising t-shirt, personally cut and customized to fit her style. Jenny looks disturbed by the presence of Ryan, but she fights through it.

Jacobs: “Ryan, we’d just li-”

Ryan reaches out and places his hand over Jenny’s mouth! He slowly turns his attention down from the ceiling and into Jenny’s eyes.

Shane: “If you value your physical well-being, Jennifer, you’ll hand over the microphone, turn around and run as far away from this building as possible.”

Jenny goes to speak again, but Ryan’s eyes widen in a manic way. Her bottom lip quivers, and she turns, running off-screen. We can hear her footsteps echoing down the hall as Ryan turns to face the camera.

Shane: “Tonight…..is not about wins or losses. It’s not about championships. Championships, victory, they’re all concepts. I can create a title in my mind right now worth more than anything in this physical world and be happy. No, no, no, tonight……is about suffering. Tonight is about war! War between two men, war between two sides, and war for a common good. I’ve given enough chances for a peaceful surrender, but the time for peace is long gone! The time for social revolution is over! Tonight, I take the CZW into the palm of my hand and I tear it to pieces! Once I’m done eliminating Alan Fiscus…….I’m going to leave a mark on CZW Derek Damage won’t soon forget. The plague has set in, CZW Nation. After this night is through, you have a choice to make. Stand up and be counted, or go down with the ship? I’ve already taken your precious Television Championship, but I’m not done yet. I’m going to remove the very heart of this company and show you……..just how weak you really are. Happy Halloween.”

Ryan stares into the camera for a few more moments before dropping the mic, a loud burst of static going through the speaker as it lands. He exits off-screen, Cass following behind him with a concerned look on her face as we cut back to ringside!

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-=RIOT MATCH!=-
"The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus vs "The Anti-Christ of CZW" Ryan Shane w/ Cassidy Fontaine

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A video package plays, highlighting the history of the Riot Match as well as the long and storied rivalry between Ryan Shane and Derek Damage, culminating in his feud with Alan Fiscus. When the footage cuts back to the arena, the sound of white noise suddenly fills the room, flickering over the speakers as the lights dim slightly. After a few moments, a lone voice begins to speak over the PA system...

"This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper...

"...No."

"Immigrant Song" by Gotthard bursts out of the speakers, and the fans immediately begin raining abuse down upon the ringside area as the first competitor strolls purposefully out through the curtain, eyes scanning slowly around the room in front of him.

TOWERS: The following contest... is the RIOT MATCH!!! There will be no disqualifications.. no count outs.. falls count anywhere.. and the only way to win is have your opponent pinned for a count of FIVE from the referee!

Introducing the first competitor... representing the Uprising... from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada.. weighing in at 225lbs... RRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Shane stands in place for a few moments, surveying the baying mob in front of him. Suddenly, movement can be seen from the curtain behind him.. and a nervous-looking Cassidy Fontaine steps out to join him, an ididentifiable object held in her hand. She slowly unfurls the item, revealing it to be a blood-stained CZW flag, which she carefully drapes over the shoulders of Shane as a smirk spreads across his face.

DANIELS: Ladies and gentlemen, all the words in the dictionary would be incapable of expressing the stakes in this contest.. and as you can see, Cassidy Fontaine draping Ryan Shane, the leader of the Uprising, in that flag, stained with the blood of Krimzon Blaze.. and make no mistake, Ryan Shane will be hoping that, by the time this war.. this night is over.. the blood of CZW itself will be on his hands.

MASTERS: He appears supremely confident that that is what's going to happen, Jarred.

DANIELS: Indeed he does, William... we've already seen this man triumph in one signature match thus far since CZW's re-birth, when he defeated El Pablo in a hellacious Greenhouse Match at Kingdom Come... I daresay that what we are about to see here could quite possibly make that match look like a fourth-grade ballet recital!

MASTERS: I won't argue with that, Jarred; there WILL be blood.. there WILL be suffering... but will there still be a CZW when it's all said and done!?

Shane slowly makes his way down the aisle, paying no mind to the fans hurling abuse at him from either side. Cassidy follows behind, clearly rather more susceptible to the atmosphere in the arena than the man she is accompanying, and takes up position by the apron as Shane steps into the ring. He slips the flag off his shoulders, and allows it to slide to the mat, at which point he decides to wipe his feet on it, drawing yet more abuse from the fans.

DANIELS: Utter disrespect.. utter contempt for everything this company stands for... if that man is somehow able to pick up a victory here tonight, who knows what the future holds for this company.

Satisfied that his work is done, Shane kicks the flag out of the ring, and performs a few last-minute warm-ups as his music fades out. The fans start up a "C-Z-DUB!" chant that quickly grows to such a level of volume and intensity that the very walls of the building feel as though they could collapse at any moment under the weight of it. Shane, once again, appears unaffected; in fact, it is only when "Streetcleaner" by Godflesh hits the soundsystem that his expression changes, and he turns to face the entranceway with a look of gritty, violent determination.

TOWERS: And his opponent... from Wichita, Kansas... weighing in at 242lbs... THE SADISTIC SOLUTION... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: JUST LISTEN TO THIS OVATION.. EVERY MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD COMING UNGLUED HERE, EAGERLY ANTICIPATING THE ARRIVAL OF THE MAN CHARGED WITH ENSURING CZW'S VERY SURVIVAL HERE TONIGHT!!!

Shane crouches forward, rolling his hands in front of him as he continues to glare at the curtain. After a few moments, he stands back up, and can be seen mouthing inaudible words to himself, his expression increasing in intensity with each passing second. He takes a step forward, now shouting at the empty aisle as the sound of moving objects suddenly begins to come over the audio feed.

DANIELS: What is.. WAIT A SECOND.. ALAN FISCUS.. ON OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE.. HE'S COME THROUGH THE CROWD!!!

MASTERS: SHANE DOESN'T REALISE!!

The camera suddenly swings round to see Fiscus hopping off the announce table and diving under the ropes into the ring. He hops up to his feet and charges at Shane, tackling him from behind and causing the two men to roll out of the ring and land hard on the floor.

DANIELS: FISCUS TAKES SHANE DOWN! BOTH MEN ON THE OUTSIDE, AND THIS FIGHT IS ON! IT'S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!!!

DING DING!!!

Alan lands in a mounted position on top of Shane, and immediately begins unloading on the Curse with a barrage of stiff rights and lefts to the face. Shane struggles, and manages to roll Fiscus over, allowing himself the opportunity to fire back with some shots of his own. The two continue brawling back and forth, until Shane shifts strategy and grabs Fiscus round the throat. Fiscus tries to break the grip, but Shane just squeezes harder, his teeth clenched as he stares into the eyes of his opponent. Suddenly, Alan grabs Shane by the sides of his head, and pushes his thumbs into Shane's eyes. Shane roars in pain, and breaks his grip slightly as he rears back, allowing Fiscus the chance to fire a kick into his crotch, then press the soles of his boots against Shane's chest and force him backwards, Shane falling hard into the ringsteps.

DANIELS: My GOD, did you hear the sound of the back of Ryan Shane's skull bouncing off of the steel there!?

Shane writhes on the floor clutching the back of his head, as Fiscus coughs and splutters across from him, attempting to get his breath back. Slowly, the two begin to get to their feet, and Fiscus immediately charges again, barrelling into Shane and sending both men tumbling hard over the ring steps.

DANIELS: And Fiscus right back on Shane here, with more VICIOUS shots to the head and face!!!

Fiscus follows up another flurry of fists with a few snap elbow drops to the chest, then rips Shane off the floor and whips him hard against the barricade.. snaps him back and whips him sternum first against the ring apron. Shane crumples to the floor, gasping for air, as Fiscus turns and leaps up onto the apron. He drops down to his haunches as he waits for Shane to stagger back to his feet, and as Shane turns, Fiscus charges and leaps off the apron, taking Shane down yet again with a flying clothesline.

DANIELS: Alan Fiscus is on FIRE here!!!

Alan rolls through back to his feet, as Shane lies dazed on the floor. Alan marches over to the announce table, and rips one of the monitors out of its casing.

MASTERS: HEY!!!

Fiscus pulls the cable out of the monitor, then walks back round to where Shane is slowly forcing himself up once again. Just as he stands upright, Fiscus charges at him again, and cracks Shane right between the eyes with the side of the monitor, dropping the Curse to the floor once again.

DANIELS: BAH GAWD, WHAT A SHOT! WHAT A SHOT TO THE CRANIUM OF RYAN SHANE! I DON'T THINK THE LEADER OF THE UPRISING HAS ANY GODFORSAKEN IDEA WHERE HE IS RIGHT NOW!!!

Fiscus smashes the monitor triumphantly to the floor, then marches round the ring towards where Cassidy has been worriedly looking on. The young woman, unsurprisingly, retreats around the corner, but it quickly becomes apparent that Fiscus' intentions concern the CZW flag, which he picks up off the floor and carries into the ring. Fiscus leaps to his feet, and thrusts the flag above his head, roaring out the letters as the crowd erupts once again. He then drops and rolls out of the ring, as Shane once again begins to groggily try and pick himself up.

DANIELS: Oh man, Shane's been cut.. Shane is bleeding from the forehead after that impact from the monitor!

Alan wraps the flag around Shane's throat, and hauls him up to his feet, Shane flailing around as his windpipe is constricted by the One Man Riot. In a sudden act of desperation, Shane throws his legs up in front of him, and kicks his feet off the apron, sending both him and Alan tumbling backwards and causing Alan to fall back against the barricade. Alan drops the flag, and clutches the back of his head as Shane desperately tries to crawl away.

DANIELS: Shane buying himself some time here, he's got to get a foothold in this match soon if he wants any chance of surviving against Alan Fiscus!

Shane slowly tries to drag himself up with the help of the ringsteps, as Fiscus gets back to his feet. Fiscus approaches, but Shane catches him with a double-kick to the knees. Fiscus tries again, and Shane grabs him by the neck and fires a headbutt. Fiscus staggers backwards, as Shane attempts to shake away the cobwebs and stand a little more readily. Fiscus charges, but on this occasion Shane sidesteps and shoves Fiscus past, sending the Sadistic Solution crashing head and shoulder-first into the steps. Shane crumples to the floor, laying motionless on his stomach as he attempts to recover from the early onslaught.

DANIELS: Shane able to avoid the impact that time.. and is this the window of opportunity he needs!?

After several seconds, both men begin to stir, Fiscus the slightly quicker of the two as they attempt to get back to their feet. Fiscus swings a fist, but Shane blocks it, and scores with one of his own.. then another.. and another.. follows up with a big European Uppercut.. then grabs Fiscus, spins him round and launches him head-first into the barricade. Fiscus crumples to the floor once again, as Shane rolls into the ring and just lays on his back on the mat, still obviously attempting to get his breath back. As Cassidy offers her support, Shane forces himself to his feet, and looks out at Fiscus on the outside as the Sadistic Solution slowly begins to get up again. Sensing opportunity, Shane turns.. hits the ropes.. charges.. and leaps over the top rope with a tope con hilo that sees both men crash into the barricade yet again, and wind up laying in a tangled heap on the floor.

DANIELS: MY GOD! A SUICIDE DIVE FROM RYAN SHANE.. HOW OFTEN.. HAVE WE EVER SEEN THAT FROM HIM!?

MASTERS: I'M NOT GONNA SAY WE HAVEN'T JUST IN CASE.. BUT BLOODY HELL!!

Shane gingerly gets to his feet, and peels Fiscus off the floor with him. Shane turns with his back to the guardrail, and applies a front facelock...

DANIELS: What's Shane planning here?

Shane lifts Fiscus into the air, and quickly drops back with a suplex that sends the back of Alan's knees crashing into the barricade, the resultant shift in angle causing Alan to land top of the head-first on the floor.

DANIELS: OH MY GOD! ALAN FISCUS' HEAD JUST GOT SPIKED ON THAT FLOOR.. HE COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT HERE!!!

Fiscus lies in a heap on the floor, completely motionless as the fans in the immediate vicinity look on with some concern. Shane pushes himself up again, and turns to admire his handiwork, leaning back on the apron. As he looks down at his apparently-unconscious opponent, the smirk begins to spread across his bloodied face once again, and he slowly extends his arms out to the sides, fists clenched as the boos begin to rain down upon him.

DANIELS: Ryan Shane senses that the momentum in this thing may have just experienced a sudden, dramatic twist...

Shane's smirk turns into a laugh, as he turns and slowly makes his way over to the announce table. He approaches Jessica Towers, and snatches the microphone off of her, then rolls into the ring and leans on the ropes above where Fiscus is laying.

SHANE: Take a look at your hero, ladies and gentlemen... take a good hard look at the legendary Alan Fiscus.. the Sadistic Solution.. the One Man Riot... put down by the "boy" Ryan Shane.

I hope you're watching right now, Derek... because once I'm done breaking the neck of your white knight, I'm gonna break every last little piece of this pitiful excuse for a wrestling promotion you've turned CZW into!

With that, Shane steps back from the ropes and drops the microphone to the mat. He then bends down and reaches into his boot...

DANIELS: Oh good God, no...

MASTERS: Here it comes!

DANIELS: Shane's got the spike.. and Alan Fiscus is completely helpless!!

Shane rolls out of the ring, and steps up beside Fiscus, smiling sadistically as he runs his fingers along the edge of the spike. Suddenly, however, he appears to get distracted by something off-screen. He walks off to the side, the camera following behind as he approaches an immediately familiar-looking pair of audience members.

DANIELS: Hey wait, that's.. that's Alan Fiscus' father and sister! My God, what is Shane gonna do now!? Come on!!!

Shane keeps the smirk on his face as he stands in front of Fiscus' family, who shout various obscenities at him from behind the guardrail. Shane offers a retort, and a heated discussion ensues.. until Shane slaps Alan's father in the face. Alan's father reels back, and Alan's sister immediately responds with a slap of her own to the face of Shane, who instinctively reacts by attempting to swing the spike, although he manages to stop himself as Alan's sister ducks behind the barricade, an audible gasp bursting forth from the crowd.

DANIELS: NO!!! Oh my god, Shane almost used that spike on Alan's sister.. that vile son of a bitch!!!

Shane actually appears a little shocked himself, but soon begins to laugh again, apparently enjoying the look of fear on the faces of the family. He turns back towards ringside.. and finds himself in the clutches of Alan, who plants him with the Overthrow!

DANIELS: OVERTHROW!!! ALAN FISCUS WITH THE OVERTHROW, FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

After taking a few moments to recover, Alan picks himself up, favouring his neck slightly as he approaches his family. He checks on their status, and as information is supplied regarding Shane's actions, Alan's expression visibly moves up another notch on the rage-o-meter. He marches over to Shane and grabs the spike, then picks Shane up and rolls him into the ring.

DANIELS: Fiscus now in possession of that spike, and having just attacked his family, I daresay this is NOT a comfortable position for Ryan Shane to be in!

Fiscus climbs into the ring after Shane, who slowly begins to pull himself up on the other side of the ring. As Shane stands, Fiscus charges, and drives the spike into Shane's forehead, sending him crumpling to the mat as a fresh trickle of blood quickly begins to run over the Curse's face.

DANIELS: BAH GAWD, A HIT FROM FISCUS!! DOWN GOES SHANE!!!!

With the spike still held tight in his hand, Fiscus drops down and makes the first cover attempt of the contest...

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DANIELS: He kicked.. MY GOD, SHANE KICKED OUT!! RYAN SHANE IS STILL IN THIS!!!

Fiscus gets back to his feet, looking actually rather pleased that Shane kicked out, judging by the smile on his face. He rolls out of the ring, and approaches his family again at the barricade. They have a brief conversation, and Alan then extends a hand and helps his father over the barricade.

DANIELS: Alan helping his father into the ringside area.. this is a strange situation here...

MASTERS: Ryan Shane made this personal, Jarred.. I guess Alan is just inviting the entire Fiscus clan to get their retribution!

Under Alan's instruction, his father lifts the ring apron, and pulls out a steel chair. He hands it to Alan, who carries it into the ring and gets back to his feet, stalking Shane as the Curse slowly begins to pull himself up in the far corner of the ring, his face now a bloody mess. When both of Shane's feet are planted on the canvas, Alan steps up, and as Shane turns, he draws the chair back above his head...

*FFFWWWOOOOOOOOOSSSHHH!!!*

DANIELS: What th.. OH MY.. OH MY GOD! RYAN SHANE JUST CAUGHT ALAN FISCUS RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH.. WITH A BALL OF FIRE!!!

MASTERS: HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT!?!?

Fiscus stumbles backwards, the chair dropping to the floor as he clutches at his face. Seizing the opportunity, Shane pushes himself out of the corner.. charges forward.. and NAILS Fiscus in the face with a high-impact running forearm smash.

DANIELS: SUBLIMATION!! SUBLIMATION!! DOWN GOES FISCUS!!!

Fiscus crumples unconscious to the mat, as Shane flops down beside him. Both men lie completely motionless for several moments, as the referee looks helplessly around ringside.

DANIELS: Both men down, and the referee not sure what to do here...

MASTERS: There's nothing he CAN do, Jarred.. we need a winner!

Finally, the two combatants begin to stir, each man crawling to a different side of the ring. The crowd rises to fever pitch as Shane grabs the bottom rope...

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DANIELS: SUBLIMATION! FOR THE SECOND TIME! THE REFEREE IS IN POSITION!!!

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DANIELS: BAH GAWD, ALAN FISCUS GETS A SHOULDER UP.. RIGHT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!!!

Shane rolls off Fiscus, and slowly tries to get back to his feet. He grabs Fiscus in a wrist clutch, and starts stomping down on his head.

DANIELS: Shane having a little Boot Party here, right on the skull of Alan Fiscus!

Shane follows up the Party with an elbow drop to the back of Alan's neck, then slowy forces himself back up again. He stumbles over to the chair, and picks it up, slumping against the turnbuckle as he waits for Alan to get up. As Fiscus eventually gets to a knee, Shane marches forward.. swings the chair back.. and Fiscus turns and throws himself forward, head-butting Shane right in the crotch.

DANIELS: OOOFT... Well, it's not as dramatic as a fireball, but my word, it's every bit as effective at slowing a man down!!!

Shane staggers backwards and flops through the ropes to the floor, as Fiscus lays in a daze once more on the canvas. After a few moments, he starts to push himself up, as Shane gingerly begins to rise on the outside. Seeing this, Fiscus snaps round and hits the ropes, sliding baseball-style into the sternum of Shane on the rebound, the impact forcing Shane back and down into the barricade. Fiscus pulls himself up again, and looks down at his opponent as the cogs begin to whirr inside his head. He gingerly makes his way over to the turnbuckle, and steps through the ropes onto the apron.. then begins to climb.

DANIELS: Fiscus is going up.. my god.. what is he gonna do here?

MASTERS: But look, behind him!!

As Fiscus looks down at Shane from his perch, Cassidy Fontaine has moved round, unbeknownst to him, and now stands behind him on the floor by the other turnbuckle. She chews nervously on her bottom lip, as her eyes dart repeatedly between the downed Shane, the hawk-like Fiscus and the ropes and apron right in front of her.

DANIELS: Cassidy can see the danger.. can see the peril that Ryan Shane is in...

As Shane begins to stir, Cassidy takes hold of the bottom rope.. but quickly releases it, shaking her head. She looks at Shane, then up at Fiscus once again, the Riot mumbling to himself as he continues to stalk his opponent. Cassidy runs her fingers through her hair, then grabs the bottom rope again, and hops up slightly onto the apron... only to jump back down again, clearly looking distressed.

MASTERS: What the bloody hell is she doing!?

DANIELS: She's conflicted... so desperate to intervene and save Ryan Shane.. but something.. somewhere inside her.. holding her back from doing so!

Back at the barricade, Shane finally pulls himself up, hand clutching the back of his head. He turns round.. just as Alan Fiscus leaps off the turnbuckle, taking Shane down to the floor with a Shooting Star Press.

DANIELS: HOLY...

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!!

DANIELS: THE STD!! ALAN FISCUS WITH THE STD.. THAT SHOOTING STAR PRESS.. FROM THE TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE.. ALL THE WAY TO THE BAH GAWD FLOOR!!!

FUCKING AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

FUCKING AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

FUCKING AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Both men once again lie motionless on the floor, the move obviously having taken just as much out of Alan Fiscus as it did Ryan Shane. Alan's dad watches on with a look of concern, while Cassidy appears completely beside herself. Finally, Alan is able to roll over, and drapes an arm over the chest of his opponent...

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DANIELS: NO! MY.. MY GOD.. WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE TO WIN THIS THING!?!?!?

MASTERS: I DON'T THINK IT'S EVER GOING TO END!!!

Shane slowly rolls away, as Alan just lies face-down on the floor, apparently rather less amused by Shane's resilience on this occasion. As Shane begins to stand, Fiscus pops defiantly back to his feet. Shane turns, and Fiscus drops him with a lariat, then rips him back up and rolls him into the ring. Fiscus climbs in after him, and picks up the chair. As Shane gets up, Fiscus charges forward...

*THWACK!!!*

DANIELS: OH GOD.. A STEEL CHAIR TO THE BLOODY FACE!! THAT'S SURELY GOTTA BE IT!!!

Shane drops like a sack of potatoes, as Fiscus slams the chair down onto the mat. Rather than go for the pin, though, he rips Shane up again.. shoves him in the chest, sending him staggering against the ropes.. Shane rebounds.. Fiscus hooks, and hits another Overthrow, Shane's head bouncing off the steel chair on the mat.

DANIELS: THE OVERTHROW.. AGAIN.. AND THIS TIME ONTO A STEEL CHAIR!!! SHANE IS DONE.. HE'S GOTTA BE DONE!!!

Fiscus leaps back to his feet, and dives on top of Shane for the cover...

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Fiscus stumbles backwards, and is then immediately dropped to the floor by a clothesline, courtesy of...

DANIELS: JOHNNY KEROSENE!

MASTERS: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING!?!?!?

The crowd is all out heat as Kerosene hauls Fiscus off the floor and drives his head into the apron, then leads him over to the announce table.

MASTERS: Oh crap...

Kerosene clutches Alan by the wrist, then twists and whips him at high speed into the table, Alan sliding across and crumpling to the floor on the other side. Kerosene rips another monitor off the table, and waits for Fiscus to get back to his feet. When the moment hits, Kerosene swings the monitor.. but Fiscus ducks it.. Kerosene spins round, and Fiscus socks him in the face with a big right hand.. then another.. and another.. but Kerosene cuts the fightback short with a punt kick to the crotch. Fiscus doubles over, and Kerosene brings the monitor down hard on the top of Alan's back.

DANIELS: BUT WAIT.. HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!!!

Kerosene turns round, as Mike Monroe, Jason X and Yoshi Naniwa come sprinting through the curtain. Kerosene cuts Yoshi off with a kick to the gut, but before he can follow up with the monitor, Monroe rips it out of his hands. Kerosene whirls round, and Monroe cracks him in the face with his own weapon. Kerosene crumples to the floor, and the three CZWers begin beating down on him, as a familiar voice suddenly thunders over the PA System.

VOICE: YOU IDIOT, JOHNNY KEROSENE!!!

The crowd pops huge, and the beatdown stops as Derek Damage steps out through the curtain, microphone in hand.

DAMAGE: I warned you WEEKS AGO about the consequences of any Uprising member involving themselves in one of Ryan Shane's matches! Well, guess what? You didn't listen.. and you know what that means, Johnny!?

The crowd shouts their answer, which draws a wry smile from Damage's face. However, as if to provide confirmation, he raises the microphone to his mouth once again.

DAMAGE: YYYYYOOOOOUUUUU'RRRRREEEEE FFFFFIIIIIRRRRREEEEEDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fans roar in approval, and the CZWers look down at the wounded Kerosene with smirks on their faces.. smirks only matches by that on the face of Alan Fiscus, who slowly pulls himself back up. Fiscus smirk quickly turns to cackling laughter, and he instructs the three vigilantes to pick Kerosene up off the floor. They oblige, and shove Kerosene into the clutches of the Sadistic Solution...

MASTERS: BAIL BAIL BAIL!!!

...who hooks Kerosene's leg and sends him crashing through the announce table with the Overdose.

DANIELS: THE OVERDOSE!!! AND JOHNNY KEROSENE.. EMPHATICALLY.. IS OUTTA HERE!!!!!

Fiscus gets back up, and offers a nod towards Mike Monroe before sliding back into the ring, where Shane is just barely beginning to pick himself up. As he stands, Fiscus steps up behind him, hooks him up, and drives him face-first to the mat with an inverted Russian Legsweep.

DANIELS: THE RIOT ACT!! SO FITTING A MOVE IN A MATCH LIKE THIS... AND IS IT NOW FINALLY.. MERCIFULLY OVER!?!?!?

Shane flips onto his back, laying motionless just in front of the turnbuckle. Alan gets to his feet, the smirk now back on his face as he makes a "rotating" gesture towards the crowd before stepping out onto the apron once again.

DANIELS: Fiscus signalling.. are we about to see another.. TERMINAL.. STD!?

Fiscus climbs up onto the top rope, and sets himself.. when suddenly, Cassidy appears beside him on the floor, begging and pleading for him not to execute his plan.

DANIELS: LOOK AT CASSIDY.. SHE'S BESIDE HERSELF.. BEGGING FISCUS TO LEAVE SHANE BE!!!

As Cassidy continues her plea, Fiscus just smirks.. and flips her off.

MASTERS: BUT THERE'S NO NEGOTIATING WITH THE SADISTIC SOLUTION!!!

Tears of fear and frustration begin to roll down the face of Cassidy, as Fiscus turns his head back..

*CRUNCH!!!*

..only to have it promptly kicked off of his shoulders by the boot of a huge man standing on the apron.

DANIELS: FU-DAMMIT!! IT'S.. THAT SAME FIGURE.. "JASON VOORHIES".. WHO INTERFERED IN THE MATCH BETWEEN MIKE KING AND EL PABLO ON THE LAST EDITION OF OVERDRIVE!!!

MASTERS: WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS BEAST, JARRED!?!?!?

Fiscus tumbles off the turnbuckle and all the way down to the floor, as "Jason" steps slowly into the ring, the crowd raining abuse down upon him. As "Jason" takes up position in the centre, we can see that Shane has pulled himself to a seated position in the corner.. a sadistic grin on his face as he looks at his rescuer. Slowly.. "Jason" reaches for his mask...

DANIELS: I suspect we may be just about to recieve an answer to that very question, William!!

..and pulls it off, a large portion of the crowd visibly gasping in shock as the man's identity is revealed.

DANIELS: MY... WILLIAM.. THAT'S...

MASTERS: OH MY GOD!!!

DANIELS: CRYPT!! MY GOD.. WE HAVEN'T SEEN HIM... SINCE EWA!!! SINCE HE WAS THROWN INTO A DUMPSTER AND SET ON FIRE.. BY THE VERY MAN HE FINDS HIMSELF IN THE RING WITH RIGHT NOW!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?!?!?!?!?

CRYPT casts an evil eye around the arena, the fans baying for blood as Shane just continues to smirk in the corner. As security finally come pouring out from the back, CRYPT turns and drops out of the ring, ripping the barricade open and making his escape through the baying crowd, security in hot pursuit. Shane rolls to the outside, still grinning as he picks the unconscious Fiscus off the mat and rolls him into the ring. Shane takes a moment to goad Alan's family some more, then rolls into the ring himself, pulling Fiscus to his feet. Shane grabs Fiscus by the wrist and executes an Irish whip.. but maintains grip and reels him back in, pulling him up over his shoulders torture-rack style.

DANIELS: Shane has Fiscus set...

Shane pauses for a second, then, with a triumphant roar, throws Fiscus' legs up, driving the Sadistic Solution head-first into the mat.

DANIELS: THE MURDER SCENE!!! GODDAMMIT.. RYAN SHANE HAS STOLEN ONE HERE!!!

Shane covers, the crowd desperate as the referee drops into position...

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DANIELS: WHAT!?!?!?!?

MASTERS: WHAT!?!?!?!?!?

DANIELS: FISCUS KICKED OUT!!! ALAN FISCUS KICKED OUT OF THE MURDER SCENE!!! MY GOD.. IF MY RESEARCH IS RIGHT... NOBODY HAS EVER.. IN THE TWO OR THREE YEARS RYAN SHANE HAS BEEN USING THAT MOVE... NOBODY HAS EVER KICKED OUT OF THE MURDER SCENE!!!!!

The crowd are going nuts, but Shane just looks up at the referee in complete and utter disbelief, the whites of his widened eyes shining out from behind the crimson mask adorning his face.

MASTERS: SHANE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

DANIELS: NOBODY CAN BELIEVE IT!!! BUT BAH GAWD, ALAN FISCUS IS STILL ALIVE!!! CZW IS STILL ALIVE!!!!!

After several disbelieving seconds, Shane manages to snap himself out of it, and hauls Fiscus back to his feet.. then drops him immediately with a second Murder Scene. He covers...

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DANIELS: MY GOD I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!!! WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE TO WIN THIS THING!?!?!?!?!?

Shane leaps to his feet, getting right in the face of the referee and forcing him back into the corner.

DANIELS: SHANE IS GONNA EXPLODE HERE!!!!!

Shane suddenly snaps back round and rips Fiscus off the mat. He drags him over to the corner and shoves Fiscus violently into the turnbuckle.. hooks Fiscus' arms around the top rope.. then rears an arm back and chops him in the chest.. slams a forearm into the side of his head.. another chop.. another forearm.. chop.. forearm.. a heabutt.. another headbutt.. ANOTHER headbutt.. Fiscus stumbles forward, and Shane takes him over with a snapmare, then immediately kicks him in the spine.. and again.. and AGAIN.. Shane then steps forward and knees Fiscus in the side of the head.. twice.. three times.. then hauls him off the floor.. bends him over and fires a stiff kick to the face.. another.. ANOTHER.. Alan's head snaps back.. Shane grabs his wrist and ripcords him back in.. drapes him over his shoulders, and plants him with a THIRD Murder Scene, right in the centre of the ring.

DANIELS: JESUS CHRIST!!! SHANE JUST UNLOADING ON ALAN FISCUS WITH THE MASSACRE SCENE.. AND NOW COVERING AGAIN!!!!!

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"Immigrant Song" returns to the soundsystem as Shane, still dizzy on momentum, frustration and adrenaline, throws himself off Fiscus and dives out of the ring, landing on the floor and dropping to a seated position against the barricade. The referee rolls out of the ring, but as he approaches, Shane beats a fist against the floor and leaps to his feet.. shoves the referee away.. grabs the guardrail and begins bashing it against the floor as he lets out a terrifying roar, the fans closest to him cowering back a little in intimidation. Shane then storms over to the ringsteps and bashes his fists down on the top of them, before ripping them up and tossing them as far as he can up the aisle. Shane spins round.. just as Cassidy steps up to join him. She grabs him by the sides of his head, and pulls his face close to hers, looking dead into his eyes. This appears to finally calm Shane down, his breathing slowing and his the glaze appearing to disappear from his eyes a little. He even starts to smile.. that smile quickly turning to a smirk as the referee nervously approaches again and raises the Curse's arm in victory.

DANIELS: What an absolutely unbelievable match-up... Nobody can doubt the heart.. the resilience.. the sheer, bloody-minded determination NOT to give in of both these men... but you do have to wonder.. what would the outcome have been.. had we not seen interference from Johnny Kerosene, and especially from CRYPT...

The referee releases Shane's arm, and the victorious Curse gives Cassidy some instruction, as Alan Fiscus' father can be seen entering the ring to check on his son. Cassidy steps round to the other side of the ring, and picks up the CZW flag, bringing it over to Shane. Shane takes it and unfurls it, looking at the logo with a smirk before tearing the flag in half and tossing the pieces towards the Fiscus men in the ring before making his way up the aisle, his arm around Cassidy for support.

DANIELS: The final insult to whatever injuries have almost-certainly been sustained here tonight... Ryan Shane is now 2 for 2 in signature matches since the rebirth of CZW.. but folks, the more telling question is.. with Derek Damage having suffered another MONUMENTAL defeat here... is CZW now back on the road to its re-DESTRUCTION!?!?!?

The camera focuses on Shane and Cassidy, as Shane turns for one final triumphant look back at the ring, before the two of them step through the curtain. The scene cuts to a video package for the Main Event.

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-=MAIN EVENT!=- CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
"The F'N King" T.J. Hix (C) vs "The Technicolour Tecnico" El Pablo

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The fans in the Ted Reeve arena sit patiently, waiting for the final match of the night to begin. A few seconds tick by, and a small "CZW! CZW!" chant begins to spark up. Just then, "Party Hard" by Andrew WK blares over the speakers, working the entire arena up in a frenzy of cheers! The fans stand on their feet as the curtains part and El Pablo enters the arena! The look of EP has taken on a familiar form as he wears his old ring gear from his last World title run with the addition of a matching mask! Pablo throws his fists into the air as the fans at his sides set off party poppers, confetti raining everywhere!

Jessica Towers: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the CZW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From the Ikebukuro District of Tijuana, England! He stands 5’11", weighing in at 195lbs! He is "The Five Star Superstar" and "The Technicolour Tecnico"! He is ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL PAAAAAAAAAAAAAABLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Masters: "Bloody hell, I believe I just popped an eardrum from that reaction."

Daniels: "The crowd is indeed deafening here in the Ted Reeve arena! It goes to show that no matter where we go in this world, the fan favorite El Pablo will always get a great reaction!"

Masters: "………….WHAT?!"

Daniels: "Nothing, William. Carry on."

Pabs makes his way to ringside, walking around the entire ring slapping hands with all of the fans! He stops, pointing to a fan and redirecting the camera to an "I came to see The El Pablo Experience" sign. Pablo takes a step up the ring stairs, stopping to look down at the pants leg of his gear. He notices a fairly large bloodstain left from the good old days. He licks his thumb and tries his best at wiping the stain out, but he’s unsuccessful. EP shrugs and runs up the rest of the steps, leaping over the top rope and into the ring! The fans meet him with a showering of pink, green, and blue streamers, literally cloaking the ring as Pablo raises his fists again! The referee and ring crew begin clearing the ring as a "PAB-LO! PAB-LO!" chant breaks out. Pabs turns to face the entrance way, jumping up and down to hype himself up as "Party Hard" dies down. A low guitar rift soon takes its place. A few scattered fans actually join in on the signing of the first verse of "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool. Finally, the word "BREAK!" is yelled over the speakers and the curtain parts way for the defending World Champion, T.J. Hix! The fans meet him with a tidal wave of boos but Hix relishes in them. He raises the World Title with one hand, and a middle finger with the other as he makes his way down the aisle!

Jessica Towers: "and his opponent! From Brooklyn, New York! He stands 6 feet tall, weighing in at 220lbs! He is the 2012 King of Combat, and the reigning and defending Combat Zone wrestling World Heavyweight Champion! "The F’N Boss", T………..J…………….HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIX!!!!!"

Daniels: "You just have to love the friendly welcome Hix is giving our fans here tonight."

Masters: "He doesn’t have to be friendly! He’s the King of the World, and more importantly he’s the World Heavyweight Champion! That man holds the most important belt in the sport of professional wrestling today! He has nothing left to prove, and I’m sure he’ll make short work of any opponent, let alone El Pablo here tonight!"

Hix makes his way to the ring steps, walking up onto the apron while mouthing along to the words "I don’t care about anyone else but me" in the song. He enters into the ring and begins to spin around, holding the title and another middle finger high in the air. The fans respond with a flurry of toilet paper that covers a large portion of the ring, and the boos increase in volume! Hix smacks the paper out of his way, gripping his belt with both hands and raising it over his head again!

Daniels: "The fans letting Hix know what he’s full of here in Canada! You know the Canadian fans are never shy about their opinion!"

Masters: "You can see how much it matters to Hix, too. These fans may as well have been seated miles away, because all the King hears tonight is his name being called at the end of this match."

"Tear Away" dies down just as the ring is cleared yet again. Hix takes a moment to eye his title, then holds it up in a mockery of El Pablo! Both men approach each other, but the referee gets in between them before a brawl breaks out! He demands the title from Hix, taking it to the ringside before signaling for the bell!

　 Daniels: "There's the bell! El Pablo energetically waving the crowd on, getting them to cheer even louder, getting under the skin of the champion! TJ Hix glaring at the fans before telling Pablo to 'bring it on!' Pablo in and there's the lock up, EP immediately ducking behind the champ! School boy pin!"

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　 EP immediately gets up, taunting TJ. Hix seems less than amused, but the crowd is firmly behind the challenger.

　 Masters: *Sigh*

　 Daniels: "El Pablo successfully angering the champion here tonight. This is a rivalry that sparked and caught fire almost immediately upon Pablo being named number one contender."

　 Masters: "And undeservingly at that, Daniels!"

　 They go for the lock up once more, but Hix throws a stiff punch to the midsection! The champ follows it up with a big elbow to the back of the head! Pablo hits the mat, getting back to his feet but TJ sends him back down with a double axe-handle!

　 Daniels: "TJ Hix is exercising his power advantage now with those vicious strikes! The champ whips Pablo into the ropes, no reversed! MONKEY FLIP!! TJ back to his feet, but EP has already kipped up and burst into motion! BIG TIME leg lariat from the challenger! TJ back up and EP throws a kick, but TJ catches the foot! ENZIGURI!! TJ bails out of the ring, holding the back of his head! El Pablo waves the crowd on, eyeing his opponent! Pablo off the ropes...SUICIDE DIVE!!"

　 Masters: "HA! Hix caught him!!"

　 TJ catches EP as he dives through the top and middle rope. Quickly, the champ hoists EP up and drops him throat-first across the guard rail! After taking a moment to catch his breath, he grabs Pablo and hooks him up, hitting a suplex on the floor!

　 Daniels: "Sickening thud there as Hix drives the challenger to the floor! Hix isn't done, pulling EP to his feet...IRISH WHIP INTO THE STAIRS!!"

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　 Masters: "Well, this will be over early, Daniels. Denny's after?"

　 Hix pulls EP to his feet, tossing him back into the ring. He follows the challenger in and lifts him up, locking in a full-nelson before lifting him up and SLAMMING him to the mat! Hix makes the cover!

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　 Daniels: "The challenger kicks out, but the champion now getting back to his feet, stomping away!"

　 Masters: "Stomp that squirrel into the dirt!"

　 Daniels: "TJ now using EP's own pink boa to choke him! The referee gives him the five count, and he breaks the hold at four! Hix now picking EP up and whipping him into the ropes...BIG spinebuster by the champion! Hix with another cover!"

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　 Daniels: "Hix glaring at the ref, yelling at him for allegedly counting too slowly. He now pulls Pablo to his feet and drags him into the corner, driving a big elbow to his face! Hix now whip EP to the far corner. He follows him in, but EP runs up the turnbuckles, backflipping over Hix! TJ turns around and EP connects with a BEAUTIFUL dropsault!! He lands on his feet as TJ is knocked into the corner! EP pulls Hix out of the corner...he springs up and springs off the turnbuckle, connecting with a picture perfect tornado DDT!!"

　 Masters: "These bloody people won't quiet down, Daniels! I can't hear myself think!"

　 Daniels: "You're not missing much.."

　 EP hits the ropes and somersaults into the Rolling Thunder! He makes the cover on the champion!

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　 Daniels: "Hix able to kick out at two! EP picks up the champion and whips him to the corner...no, reversed! Hix charges in, but EP gets a boot up! Pablo braces on the ropes and locks TJ into a headscissors...EP with a hurricanrana taking Hix ALL THE WAY TO THE OUTSIDE!! EP still on the apron now as Hix stands up, using the guard rail for leverage... EL PABLO OFF THE APRON WITH A DROPKICK!! HIX FALLS OVER THE RAILING INTO THE CROWD!!"

　 Masters: "How did this happen!?"

　 Hix fights to his feet, obviously barely knowing where he is at the moment. EP has moved into the ring and, waving on the cheers of the crowd, he hits the far side of the ropes, leaping up and FLIPPING INTO THE CROWD!! HE CRASHES ONTO THE CHAMPION, BOTH MEN FALLING INTO A HEAP ON THE FLOOR!!"

　 Masters: "THAT WAS INSANE!!"

　 Daniels: "THAT WAS AMAZING!"

　 Crowd: "THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!"

　 Slowly, Hix and Pablo both get to their feet, both dazed. They slowly clamber over the guard-rail, both making it into the ring ahead of the ten-count. EP gets to his feet first, measuring up the champion as he stands, springboarding off the ropes!

　 Daniels: "FURRY NINJA STRIKE! NO, HIX DIVES OUT OF THE WAY!! El Pablo crashes to the mat! El Pablo getting up slowly, and Hix catches him in the jaw with a big SUPERKICK!! Hix falls over EP for the cover!"

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　 Hix, somewhat frustrated, gets to his feet, pulling El Pablo up and locking in a front face-lock. He lifts EP up and PLANTS him with a lifting DDT!! Another cover by the champion!

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　 Daniels: "Hix is LIVID now at the resilience of his challenger!"

　 Masters: "UNDESERVING challenger, Daniels!"

　 Daniels: "Hix pulls EP to his feet, lifting him up for a crucifix powerbomb!! EP fights free, dropping down behind the champion! Hix turns around and EP leaps up for a hurricanrana!"

　 As EP attempts to take Hix over with the move, TJ manages to brace himself, effectively blocking the move! EP is suspended upside down for a moment as Hix uses his power to hoist his opponent back up before DRILLING him back to the mat!!

　 Daniels: "SEEK NEW EMPLOYMENT!! HIX REVERSES THE HURRICANRANA INTO THE DOMINATOR!! IT'S OVER!! IT'S OVER!!"

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　 Masters: "SHENANIGANS!!"

　 Daniels: "AMAZING resiliency by El Pablo!!"

　 A completely shocked Hix stares at his opponent in disbelief for several moments before a sadistic look takes over, and he stands, pulling the challenger to his feet and throwing him into the corner. He lifts EP up and perches him onto the top turnbuckle, climbing up after him...

　 Daniels: "I've never seen this before!! TJ Hix is attempting a Seek New Employment from the top rope!!"

　 Masters: "SQUASH HIM!!"

　 Hix attempts to lift EP up into the gutwrench, but Pabs holds on. He then begins to fire back with elbows to the face, staggering the champion! EP then manages to take advantage, hoisting his opponent onto his shoulders!

　 Daniels: "OH MY GOD!! THIS...THIS IS HOW EP WON THE TITLE THE LAST TIME!! BLACKJACK BOMB!! BLACKJACK BOMB!!"

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　 Masters: "BLOODY HELL!!"

　 Daniels: "HIX DRIVEN DOWN HEAD-FIRST!! EP WITH THE COVER!!"

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　 Masters: "WHAT!?"

　 Daniels: "SHENANIGANS!!"

　 Everyone in the building is suprised that Hix was able to kick out of the super Blackjack Bomb, and El Pablo most of all. EP collapses for a moment, the both of them exhausted. Hix stirs, rolling slowly towards the corner and EP crawls to the apron. He pulls himself up to his feet on the apron as Hix pulls himself up in the corner. EP quickly bursts into action, tight-rope running along the ropes and diving into the corner with a big dropkick!!

　 Daniels: "FIVE STAR EXPRESS!!"

　 Out of nowhere, Hix grabs the referee and pulls him in front of him as a human shield! EP dropkicks the referee, knocking him right the fuck out. As EP gets up, Hix drives into him with a spear!

　 Daniels: "A dirty tactic for sure, but now Hix has a problem as well! His opponent is down, but there's no one to make the count!!"

　 Masters: "I'm sure that there will be plenty of time to revive the referee after Hix ends EP for good! He's out of the ring now, Daniels, and he's just grabbed a chair!"

　 Hix enters the ring, measuring EP with the steel chair, just waiting for him to get to his feet! He winds up, and as EP stands, Hix charges in swinging!! EP ducks!! He boots Hix in the midsection!

　 Daniels: "IDENTITY CRISIS!! HIX IS DOWN!! HIX IS DOWN!!"

　 Masters: "WHAT!? HOW!? WHYYYY!?"

　 The fans are firmly behind EP, cheering loudly and only growing louder as he lifts the chair high above his head! Looking at the ref who is slowly stirring, but still very much out of it, he shrugs and heads to the corner, climbing the ropes with the chair in hand!

Daniels: "This could be the STEEL ELBOW!! VINTAGE EP!!"

　 Masters: "I hate it when you say that..."

　 Pablo sets his sights on Hix, but suddenly a large figure leaps the guard rail behind him, hopping up and clipping his legs out from under him!!

　 Daniels: "IT'S THAT CRYPT GUY!! This mystery man has assaulted El Pablo once again!!"

　 EP drops the chair to the mat as he falls groin-first over the turnbuckle! The man climbs into the ring quickly, moving up to the second turnbuckle and hoisting EP over his shoulder. The crowd roars in disapproval as the assailant leaps off the ropes with a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER, El Pablo being SPIKED head-first onto the steel chair!!

　 Daniels: "OH MY GOD!!"

　 Masters: "THANK YOU GOD!!"

　 Pablo is unmoving, and the large stands up slowly, hovering over him. TJ Hix is now becoming aware of the situation, a slow, wicked grin forming on his features as he sees that his opponent has been dispatched!

　 Daniels: "Is Hix in on it!? Has Hix had ties to the Uprising somehow all along!?"

　 Masters: "I don't know about that, Jarred. Hix seems pretty surprised to see him..."

　 The referee is beginning to stir more now as Hix heads over, nodding in approval at the individual. He drags EP over and looks to make the cover...until the masked man grabs him around the throat!! Some fans cheer but most are confused as Hix struggles against the man's grip, but the arena explodes into jeers as RYAN SHANE emerges from the crowd, diving into the ring. Crypt shoves Hix back towards Shane who lifts him up into an electric chair position!!

Daniels: “MURDER SCENE: ACT II!! SHANE LAYS OUT THE CHAMPION!!”

　 Masters: "WHAT THE CRAP!?"

　 Daniels: "HIX GETS DROPPED TOO! WHAT IS GOING ON!?"

　 The members of the Uprising stay in the ring for several more moments before rolling out, stalking their way back out into the crowd.

　 Daniels: "Well, the damage was definitely done but look! TJ Hix landed on top of El Pablo after that last maneuver!! The ref is crawling over to make the count!!"

　 Masters: "Well...silver lining, I guess!"

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　 Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and STILL CZW World Heavyweight Champion...TJ HIX!!"

　 Hix's belt is brought to him and though he's mostly out of it, he's cognitive enough to grab the belt, clutching it to himself closely!

Daniels: “Well, it was a brutal, competitive match-up there, but not without a controversial ending! TJ Hix slowly stands up, looking about with some confusion before realizing he has his title, which seems to be all the incentive he needs at the moment!”

Masters: “At the end of the day, it’s really all that matters!”

Hix clutches the belt tightly as “Tear Away” plays through the arena to a chorus of boos.

Daniels: “Still the king and still the champion! I’m sure there will be more to this story soon enough, so be sure to tune into Overdrive, ladies and gentlemen!”

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