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CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
July 26th 2010
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- SINGLES MATCH! -=-
-=- RANDOM NAMES FROM A HAT TAG TEAM MATCH! -=-
-=- PARAGON VERSUS SLEAZE! -=-
-=- MITB PREVIEW: TAG TEAM ACTION! -=-
-=- MTM LOOKS FOR SOME TNG REVENGE! -=-
-=- DARK MATCH -=-
plus:
who will replace Kaelin in the MITB?
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-=- DARK MATCH -=-
***** Idolized arrived looking less-than-thrilled to be in action, having not even suited up into their wrestling attire. They carried with them their titles earned in other federations, pointing out the fact that since the match wasn’t going to be featured on television anyway, they could do what they wanted. It was then that they took out their aggressions on their opponents, completely blindsiding both of them and dumping Clark Barrett to the outside. Tyler and Riley executed a series of fast tags and flawless double-team maneuvers to Lex, who never had a chance to get on the offensive. At the end, Crystal snuck up on Clark and dropkicked him in the back, keeping him on the floor as Tyler hefted Lex up onto his shoulders. Idolized connect with the Limo Wreck and the match ends, the bitter trio heading back up the ramp. At the top Kyle grabbed a mic saying that Idolized loved their fans, but CZW management could “kiss their asses.” ***** *BOOM! BOOM! BOOOOOOOM!!* Overdrives video, as always, finishes with a panning shot of the screaming crowd and several of the crowd’s home-made signs: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” “BUZZSAW + COVEY = BLOOD” “BRING BACK W.D.S.” And “I LOVE FISCUS. YES, LIKE *THAT*” by the same fat guy as last week. Daniels: “Fans, welcome to Overdrive, I’m Jarred Daniels along with Shawn Waters and William Masters, and tonight we have an exceptional show for you! In our main event, we have the newest X-Division Champion, Ryan Shane, defending against the man whom ALMOST won the belt instead, one “Psycho” Sam Attic.” Waters: “We’ve also got the new-attitude imbued Godzilla Sawyer facing off with a man who seems to be trying to change his reputation as well in Garrett William. That should be a great monster match-up.” Masters: “I think the one I’m looking forward to most is the ‘random names from a hat.’ Please, if anyone thinks this match is ‘random’ then they really need to get their head removed from their rectum! It may not be truly random, but it WILL be amusing to see two pairs of Hatewave opponents TEAM UP. Rob Wright and that midget Krimzon Blaze will face Buzzsaw and Matt Covey. I predict this one turns into more of a four-way match than a tag-team.” Daniels: “All this and much, much more, and right now I’m being told we have an interview segment ready to go backstage!” ***** (The scene turns to backstage with Jenny Jacobs with a microphone in her hand.) Jenny: I am here live with a man who apparently has a lot to say… (Suddenly Kimo Newton walks into the picture and snatches the microphone from Jenny.) Kimo: I’ll take this shit from here! You can go find a box of Rogain or something! Jenny: Well I never! (Jenny Walks off angry as Kimo looks at the camera pulling up a stool sitting there.) Kimo: CZW nation I want you to ask yourselves a question. Do you notice what is happening around you? Do you realize that all of you have been living in a false universe? Do you realize your champions are fake? Let me ask you something who should you really be cheering for? (Kimo pulls up a lap top computer and types on it before looking back to the camera.) Kimo: A couple weeks ago I was involved in a match with The Jackal and I proved that he couldn’t beat me! But then he decided to run away like a little bitch! So despite the fact that I beat The Jackal he still got a world title shot at Summer Showdown! That has got to be the biggest pile of bullshit ever! I know it! The fans know it! The people working in the higher ups know it! You people know I got screwed over. Oh don’t give me this shit about how he earned it at Tower Of Power! You all know fucking well I got mugged by people that weren’t even supposed to be in the match AKA: Every straight edge mother fucker in this federation! (Kimo continues typing on his computer until he looks back up at the camera.) Kimo: So because of the fact The Jackal decided to run away from me he got all the glory. He knew I was going to beat him. He knew I had his number that night. But now It seems like since that match nothing has been going the way it should be. After that match I wasn’t even fucking booked for the following show! And then I get booked against some guy who uses a weed whacker as a weapon?! What kind of fake ass bull shit is this?! I deserve better than that! I am the biggest talent this federation has! It’s bad enough I got screwed out of my world title shot but now I am being fed low grade competition that pretty much anyone with a single clue as to how to fight can beat! (Kimo turns the laptop around revealing the CZW main web page.) Kimo: After that show I gave Mike King The Reality Check off the top of the stage and through the electronic equipment down below… What kind of coverage do I read on this? NOTHING! No one even bothered to mention it on the main web site! In matter of fact let’s see what we got on here shall we?! (The camera zooms in on the web page as Kimo scrolls through it.) Kimo: First up we have Mortius’ return! Oh big fucking deal! The guy is nothing more than a degenerate loony from some state mental institution up town! You think the fans really wanted him to return? I couldn’t give any less of a rat’s ass about him! Next up…. (Kimo scrolls the page down a little more.) Kimo: We have one of the least talented pieces of crap in the federation Rob Wright. Oh good. Just what we need to see. Some guy who won a title that basically you can get from a one dollar trinket store gets an article over me! Am I the only one who sees anything wrong with this!? (Kimo scrolls down showing a picture of Derek Damage.) Kimo: And what about this old ass mother fucker! Why is he even still around?! Shouldn’t he be in a retirement home somewhere?! Someone please push this guy down a flight of steps! But still! Why does he get an article and I don’t? Then the next one says… B-A Beat down? They didn’t do shit to Mike King! I WHOOPED THAT MOTHER FUCKER’S ASS! So now let’s look what we got here. I’m getting screwed over YET AGAIN because a stable that consists of a straight edge pussy, a porn star wannabe, and some guy who thinks he belongs in the band Nickelback! So they are taking credit for my accomplishment! That was not them! THAT WAS ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! (Kimo shakes his head disgusted as he continues scrolling down the site.) Kimo: And look at this! We got that British, Mexican, zebra, squirrel, cat dog… I don’t know what the fuck this fruit cake is supposed to be! He looks like a filler for a terrible Lady Gaga video! And he gets an article over me just because he teams up with some guy who is so small I can fit him in my back pocket! Then we got Buzzsaw who I am just plain fucking sick and tired of seeing! This guy gets an article week after week because of this whole pile of crap going on with the Mayhem Brothers! I am sick and tired of hearing about it! I say fucking stop doing coverage on this shit because it is boring and I don’t give a fuck! (Kimo scrolls down to the bottom of the page revealing the final articles.) Kimo: O’Tool, Nasty, Fiscus, and Sawyer! Oh my! What a bunch of misfits we have here! Number one… WHY THE FUCK IS GODZILLA SAWYER CONSIDERED A TOP CONTENDER?! His lard ass shouldn’t even be in the TV title contention let alone anywhere near a title. What has he done that is so special huh? And yet he get’s coverage! And then there is Big Nasty… Where the fuck did this clown come from?! I thought he was gone! But no like a pimple that no matter how many times you pop returns! And now the last article is on Josh Newsome and Garret Williams! Two dumb ass giants who are fighting over a cup cake! I am sick of it! It is old! I fucking deserve an article more than any of these mother fuckers! (Kimo slams the lap top down shattering it into pieces and looks into the camera.) Kimo: And so you don’t even book me in a match tonight? Is this a joke? Is this a joke being played on me? You fake ass mother fuckers may think this is funny but you know what? I am not laughing. And mark my words when I say this… If I don’t get my world title shot against that bland no personality no talent low life hack Alan Fiscus… Then I will raise more hell than anyone has ever raised before! CZW… Your days are numbered… (And with those words said Kimo storms off leaving the entire federation in awe.)
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-=- MTM LOOKS FOR SOME TNG REVENGE! -=-
***** Jessica: “Coming to the ring weighing 245 lbs...Flawless Frank Finch!” Frank walks down to the ring looking very focused, not really reacting to the fans jeers at all. He struts up the stairs and awaits his opponent. Jessica: “And his opponent, weighing in at 320 lbs...The Mountain Man Josh Newsome!” Mountain Man also walks purposefully toward the ring, but his focus is entirely on his opponent. Jarred: “Both of these men seem ready for this match, and both have a lost to lose.” Masters: “I disagree, Jarred. Finch is currently nursing a long string of losses. If Mountain Man gets pinned, he definitely falls down the ladder. Josh has a LOT more to lose today.” Waters: “But Finch has a lot to gain, too. His self esteem has been affected and the Fiscus’ are watching him very closely. Frank has a lot of motivation today.” Masters: “And Mountain Man sees and associate of his hated enemy, Garrett Williams. We’ll see which motive brings home the victory today!” The bell rings and they lock up...and with a HUGE shove, Mountain Man yanks Frank off his feet. Finch crashes into the corner, his eyes wide at the show of power. The two men links up, and Josh again throws the smaller Frank Finch into a turnbuckle. Frank scratches his head for a moment, then goes for another collar-and-elbow tie up. Mountain Man give another huge shove... Jarred: “Finch grabbed hold of Josh’s hair and holds on tight, effectively stopping his flying into the corner. He still has the hair as he turns and snap mares Newsome over onto his back! Finch steps back...dropkick to the back of Newsome’s head!” Waters: “Smart move from Frank there. Mountain Man is rising to his feet, but Finch is there...European uppercut! And again! That rocked the bigger man! Josh coming in...armdrag takedown from Finch! And elbow drop to Josh! Frank is on fire but goes for a quick cover...” Masters: “Not even a one count! Newsome is too big and too strong for a quick victory like that.” The big man gets to a kneeling position but Finch is there, locking in a front headlock and really cinching down on it. For about 20 seconds Newsome flails in the move...but we can see him steady himself. Suddenly, Newsome puts both arms around Finch’s midsection and surges to his feet, lifting The Flawless One up off the mat. The big man looks right to left, repositions himself, then falls backward onto his back...dropping Finch face first onto a turnbuckle! Jarred: “Mountain Man seems to be getting a strange entertainment helping Frank meet the turnbuckle today.” Masters: “Well, Frank Finch probably deserves this. I mean, he’s supposed to be this great wrestler but he fails time and time again.” In the ring, Newsome tromps over to Finch and pulls him effortlessly off the mat. Into the ropes, Irish Whip...and a huge clothesline from The Mountain Man drops Frank. Newsome takes a moment to say something to a member of the audience while Finch gets shakily to his feet...and a running double Axe handle from the powerhouse drops Finch again! He waits again as Finch slowly rises, but Josh steps in and grabs Finch by the throat...One-handed choke slam! Now Newsome begins a series of stomps on his opponent as Finch is helpless. Josh brings his opponent up to his feet again and lift him up, preparing for a bodyslam. Waters: “Josh is going very old-school here with a classic power attack. He’s ready for a bodyslam...” Jarred: “But what’s Frank doing? He’s hooked an arm around Josh’s head and neck and he’s beginning to struggle...he’s wriggling out of the slam attempt... All three: “DDT!” Masters: “Finch reversed the bodyslam into a DDT and Newsome is down! And he’s not moving! Frank going for pin #2!” ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Newsome sits up, shaking his head trying to recover his wits, but Frank is now doing the stalking. Newsome rolls over and gets to his feet and Frank jumps in! Huge belly to belly by Flawless Frank and Mountain Man crashes down again. Jarred: “This time Frank is helping Josh to his feet and hits with one...no! Two perfect knee lifts! Newsome stumbles into the corner and here comes Finch...Avalanche! Finch drags Newsome from the corner...Side Russian Leg Sweep! Newsome is down but Frank grabs his legs and rolls him over...Boston Crab!” Waters: “Frank is leaning back into it and Newsome is grunting in pain...I guess that’s what it is...but Frank is just leaning in. Frank is near the ropes and...wait...he’s reaching out for a little bit of extra leverage...NO! He decided not to use the ropes and is leaning back further. Mountain Man growls but he’s also within reach so he reaches the ropes. The ref does not have to call for a break under CZW rules, but Newsome uses the bottom rope to pull himself over...and Frank lets go of the move before Josh finds a way to break the hold!” Masters: “Finch is showing some fire now! He’s grabbing Mountain Man by the hair and standing him up...he’s going for the Picture Perfect! He’s jumping up...” Waters: “Mountain Man is putting his arms around Finch and leans back...MOUNTAIN MAN CAUGHT FINCH AND AVOIDED THE MOVE! He’s holding Finch off the ground...UP AND OVER! Newsome falls back in a modified suplex and slams Finch down! I can’t believe this!” Jarred: “He goes for a pin!” ONE... TWO... THREEEEEE! DING DING DING! Jessica Towers: “Your winner...The MOUNTAIN MAN!” In the ring Newsome raises his hand in victory even as Finch rolls onto his knees. He just sits there in disbelief. For a moment Mountain Man seems to want to attack Finch, maybe get some revenge for his association with Garrett William, but he smiles wickedly and walks away. As he walks by a camera on his way out of the ring he says: “He’s in enough trouble! I don’t need to beat on him!” Jarred: “And the winner is heading out of the arena floor but Finch is still in the ring, not moving, just looking around in shock.
Theresa Baines sits at her desk going through some papers when there’s a knock at her door. Baines: Come in. With out even looking away from her papers she continues going through them as two figures enter her office dressed in very elaborate business suits…TJ Hix and Allescha McVay. Hix: Good evening Ms. Baines. Theresa finally looks up at the two in her office. Baines: May I help you two. As you can see, I’m very busy. Hix: Of course…I’ll try not to take up too much of your time. I just wanted to introduce myself and my lovely assistant. Baines: Mr. Hix, I’m fully aware of both you and Allescha. Hix kinda gets a wry grin. Hix: So you have heard of us. Baines: I am the GM…how could I have not. Now does this meeting have any purpose or are you just wasting my time? Hix: Wow…it is great to see someone so beautiful and smart finally with the reigns of the CZW in her grasp. Baines: Mr. Hix…flattery is going to get you nowhere. I’m not like all the other ‘authority’ figures of the CZW…I can not be bought, nor smooth talked into bending to your will. Matt Covey and Brian Blaze have already tried this…and I know your history. You want to prove to me anything…you do it in the ring like everyone else. Now get out of here before I call security and have a pink slip waiting for you next Overdrive. You have talent Mr. Hix…and I’d hate to have to fire you over sexual harassment before I can truly see you back up all your talk. Hix: Me-ow! We have a real tigress in office now…this may be fun. Baines: Hix, you have until the count of three. Hix: Sorry, sorry…no need for all of that. I know the way out. Just sayin…if you need any help… Baines: ONE! Hix: Right, I’m out. TJ and Allescha quickly rush out of the room as Theresa just shakes her head before going back to her paper work. TJ and Allescha start walking down the hall. Allescha: You gave up awful easily Mr. Hix. TJ smirks. Hix: No worries my dear. I have plans…she will be mine. They don’t call me The FN Boss for nothin. Allescha: Yes Boss.
'Sorry You're Not A Winner' by Enter Shikari hits. The crowd begins to boo as Jacob Havok and Lauren Caramazzi walk to the ring. Havok has a look of pride on his face. He grabs a microhphone and grins. Havok: You know...it's weird...considering who I used to be...The Emo Prince...the most depressig son of a bitch in CZW...I find it amazing that I can turn around and become happy! Look at me! I'm smiling all the time, life looks good...I'm a completely different person! And you know why? Because I'm no longer being dragged down by Mike Monroe...whether it's teaming with him or my recent obsession with taking him out...it's all gone! Mike Monroe proved that he is nothing but a coward! He disappeared and left his 'beloved' Beautiful Agony...and you know what...they performed better than ever! Last show, they beat down myself and Youthless Agression...no thanks to Mike. All the men in that group are worthy opponents...even teammates...despite none of them being worthy of the name I made famous! So I've moved on! Mike Monroe can leave the country for all I care...I know who he really is on the inside...a coward! He's dead to me now...my focus is to defend the honour of what the Beautiful Agony name stands for! Which is why... Havok smiles evilly. Havok: ...I propose a match at Hatewave, pitting 3 Youthful Agression members against 3 Beautiful Agony members! What's at stake? Pride...honour...and the Beautiful Agony name! Havok laughs as the fans seem excited at the prospect. Lauren whispers something in Havok's ear. Havok: What's that? You don't think the match is interesting enough? You guys agree? Do we need to kick up the heat a bit? The fans cheer, surprisingly. Havok: Violence...the one way to get through to you guys. If you think it's needed...I say we make this little stable war...a WAR GAMES match! Some of the fans pop at the match announcement, however others are confused. Havok: For those of you who have only recently begun watching wrestling, the War Games match pits 2 teams against each other. The match starts with two men in the ring at first...every five minutes, another man will enter...giving one team an advantage. This continues till all the men are in the match...then it's anything goes! Last team standing wins! Simple enough, right? Havok then strokes his chin. Havok: But this raises a question...which team will get that advantage I mentioned? How are we going to settle that...oh wait...I've got it! A simple match on the next show! One member of Youthful Aggression...myself...will face one of the hopeless fools from Beautiful Agony...say...Eddie Rowan? The fans go nuts at Eddie Rowan's name! Daniels: So did he just make two matches? Masters: Obviously he's been given that power... Waters: You are really discussing why he is announcing the matches...when we should be talking about the matches themselves! We have Havok vs Rowan part three next show! Havok: But really...we can't just have a simple one on one match...right? We've done this before...I beat Eddie...then Eddie one-upped me in a ladder match! This is the rubber match...and we can't just have a silly little one on one match. Plus...we all know both teams are going to get involved... Havok smiles. Havok: I've got it...instead of waiting for the inevitable interference...why not get it over and done with...let's make it a LUMBERJACK match!! Daniels: Whoa! Now that's an announcement! Waters: Seriously...this feud is awesome! The fans chant 'This is AWESOME'. Havok: One last thing...don't actually expect to see Eddie Rowan OR Mike Monroe in that match at Hatewave. Eddie won't survive next show...and Mike...Mike won't have the guts to show up! Hatewave will signal the end for Beautiful Agony! Havok goes to leave the ring but 'Nightmare' by Avenged Sevenfold plays, instead of his music. He looks up at the entrance ramp. A dark figure is seen walking out. They get to the stage and the camera catches a good look at them. The mystery man is wearing a Friday the 13th-esque Hockey Mask, the rest of his head covered by a hood. Havok and Lauren exchange confused glances as the mystery man walks to the ring. Havok: Excuse me...can't you wait? This is my time. The man ignores Havok's requests and continues to the ring. Havok: Yo, dude...seriously...what do you want? The man silently enters the ring. Lauren fearfully rolls out of the ring as Havok and the man get face to face. Havok: Are you going to say something? Is there a reason you are out here? The man shoves Havok, who lands seated in the corner. Havok looks up as the man takes off his hood and mask... Daniels: MONROE IS BACK!! Waters: Havok...meet a little thing called karma! Havok grins and stands up, ready to fight, but Monroe already has the advantage. He begins wailing Havok with heavy blows. Lauren, now realising who the attacker is, goes to climb in the ring, but is intercepted by Tatum Regan, her hair slowly growing back. The two girls brawl on the outside, while Mike dominates Havok on the inside. He connects with an inverted implant DDT, before following up with a double jump moonsault! Outside, Lauren throws a cameraman into Tatum, before nailing her with said camera. Mike then angrily jerks Havok to his feet and gets in position for Blood from a Stone! Daniels: Redemption time! Waters: Wait a sec... Masters: Get out of there Lauren! You'll get hurt...come sit over here! Waters: You're an idiot Masters... Lauren slaps Monroe right across the face! He loosens his grip on Havok, allowing Havok to escape. Havok stands on the ramp glaring at Monroe. Lauren tries to escape aswell, but Monroe grabs her arm. Tatum Regan, who is bleeding from the earlier shot, enters the ring and commences a beatdown on Lauren. She connects with the Unholy Driver, before locking in the Long Kiss Goodnight. Mike invites Havok back into the ring, but Havok shakes his head. Havok: Very soon, Mike...very soon! Havok backs up the ramp, not breaking his gaze as Lauren desperately taps, to no avail. Referee's and medics rush to the ring to help Lauren. Waters: Wow...what an ugly scene. Daniels: What...Lauren is just as guilty as Havok! Plus...it's not like Mike attacked her! Masters: OK...so if I got Tatum to beat your wife up, you wouldn't have a problem with it. Daniels: My wife didn't shave anyone's hair all off. Masters: If she did? Daniels: ...OK fine! It's not good to see...but still...Lauren isn't innocent! Masters: I just hope she's alright...it'd be a shame not to see her every week...CZW is seriously lacking in the babe department. Waters: Well after they find out they have to work with you, they run away screaming... Masters: Shut up Shawn! Daniels: Anyway...up next we have a Money in the Bank preview match...but before that, let's take a look at the history of the Money in the Bank and the current competitors!
'In January 2008 we witnessed the very first Money in the Bank ladder match...Evil Intentions was correct! In a bloody and entertaining match, containing such wrestlers as current CZW commentator Shawn Waters and former CZW wrestler Impaler, ‘Irish’ Ian Chadwick emerged from the carnage as the very first holder of the Money in the Bank! He kept hold of the precious briefcase for a long time, finally cashing it in on X title holder El Pablo...he was unsuccessful however...
In April 2008, only four months after the first of these matches, Money in the Bank two was held, with a much more star-studded cast, including former World champion Maynard O’Toole, former X title holders Krimzon Blaze and Mike Monroe and the current TV champion Rob Wright. This time, Ronnie McNeil showed the most passion and desire, securing himself a title shot anytime he chose! He didn’t wait as long as Ian and booked himself a chance at the World title! But again...the Money in the Bank use was futile!
Jump forward another four months...August 2008...the first annual Hatewave event. The third Money in the Bank, aswell as being the biggest ever, led to the first successful cash-in! While such names as Krimzon Blaze, Mike Monroe and Rob Wright returned to join newcomers Brian Kirkland, Tim Timmons and Mike King, it was ‘The Living Legend’ Big Nasty who captured the briefcase! He challenged for the Intercontinental title, defeating Upstarts member Mack Beaudin in a steel cage match!
Big Nasty’s cash-in remained the most memorable for more than a year! At the Beginning of the End, Alan Fiscus earned the title of Mr. Money in the Bank, defeating repeat competitors Krimzon Blaze and Tim Timmons as well as Brian Blaze and JA Sawyer. After waiting eleven months, he finally used his title shot against Cage Stryker, capturing his first CZW World title and becoming the most successful MitB cash-in!
At the second Hatewave, Money in the Bank was announced to be an annual event only! Rob Wright took the biggest leap of his career when he won Money in the Bank 4! In the smallest Money in the Bank match, Rob Wright proved that he was the next upcoming star in CZW! Rob also decided to wait to use his MitB contract, cashing it in against Mike Monroe at Summer Showdown, becoming the Television champion! Since then, he has been a fighting champion even defeating two men in a row!
Who will be the next to join these names? Will it be Tim Timmons in his third Money in the Bank appearance? Perhaps newcomer Waylon Krew can take a quick climb to the top of the ladder? Maybe Edward Croft can make his name known? Or can we see our first ever two-time Money in the Bank winner in Big Nasty? So far, these four men have been announced...with another four still to come! Which four men will complete this match? And which of the 8 men in the match will go on to win Money in the Bank? Tune in the CZW’s Hatewave III to find out!’
Masters: That’s right folks...this match is shaping up to be legen...wait for it...
Waters: Wait a second...I’m getting some information from our GM Theresa Baines...
Daniels: What is it Shawn?
Waters: I’ve just been informed that I can announce the fifth person to join that match up!
Masters: ...DARY!
Waters stands up and grabs a microphone.
Waters: I have a message from Miss Theresa Baines about the Money in the Bank match-up! I can proudly announce the fifth competitor in the MitB...
Masters: MitB? Does he really need to abbreviate it?
Daniels: Shut up Masters, let him talk.
Waters: He is somewhat of a legend in CZW...and he is making his return...not only to the CZW ring...but to the Money in the Bank match. He is a former Television and Tag Team champion...
Daniels: Whoa...
Masters: Oh god...not again...
Waters: That’s right everyone...I’m back!
The fans cheer at this announcement. Shawn sits down.
Waters: OH MY GOD!!! Did you hear that! Shawn Waters is back in the CZW! He is in the Money in the Bank! He is the most awesome guy ever!
Shawn glances over at his broadcast partners.
Waters: Come on guys...do your jobs...I had to do it all for you...
Masters: Shawn...when exactly did you agree to this.
Waters: About a month ago...
Masters: And you think you can win?
Waters: I almost beat Rob Wright two weeks ago...and he won the last MitB match! So you never know.
Daniels: This is great Shawn! Good luck.
Waters: Thank you Jarred...I’m glad someone is supportive. Anyway...let’s stop talking about me and to commercial while we await the start of the next match!
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-=- MITB PREVIEW: TAG TEAM ACTION! -=-
***** Crowd cheers as Wanted Man by Rev Theory hits through out the arena. Out of the back comes Tim Timmons and the crowd goes nuts with excitement. Tim makes his way towards the ring and slaps a couple of hands as he goes by. Waters-Here comes a man who has some superior skill. Masters-Oh My God, you would say that wouldn’t you Waters. Waters-Um, yep just said it, pay attention more Masters. Daniels-Alright ladies easy does it. Just as Tim enters the ring Light it Up by Rev Theory blasts through the speakers. Out comes Waylon Krew weed whacker and all. Krew starts to swing his weed whacker around his head as he holds down the trigger and the crowd is cheering even louder now. Krew sprints down to the ring and slides in a jumps on the second rope to greet his fans. Daniels-I can only imagine what Waylon Krew is going through. Waters-Ha-ha you just rhymed, yo! Daniels-For God’s sake could you be serious for even a damn minute?! This man’s wife is in the hospital in critical condition. This man will go to hell and back to get the 1,2,3 tonight! Waters-I understand that, just trying to lighten the mood here, easy there Mr. Lifetime Channel. Masters- HA HA good one Waters. Waters-Shut up Maters! Battery by Metallica now playing on the speakers and out comes The Living Legend himself Big Nasty. Nasty stand in the top of the ramp and throws his right hand in the air and BOOM pyro hits behind him and he makes his way to the ring. As he gets there he waits for his partner to arrive. Crowd starts to cheer because they know who is next. “CROFT….CROFT…CROFT!” Rock Bottom hits by Eminem hits and the crowd is erupting with cheer! Daniels-These people sure do love Croft! Masters-Easy there Mr. Lifetime Channel! Waters-HA! Out steps croft and he puts his left and over his head as if sun where in his eyes and he gausses from left to right. Takes a step forward and smiles and starts walking down to the ring to meet his partner. Waters-That’s a smart move on his part, don’t jump ahead of your partner. Now all four men are in the ring staring at each other. Krew and Timmons are arguing about who is going to start the match while Big Nasty and Croft go with the paper rock scissors method. Timmons just steps out of the ring as if you just stop arguing and now stands Krew and Nasty in the ring adjacent to each other. Referee looks at both of them, they nod and Ref throws his hand down and the bell rings. Daniels-And for your info I don’t even watch Lifetime! Waters-Damn way to have a snappy come back, that took all but 15 minutes. Nasty and Krew circle each other and now they lock together and Nasty slowly pushes the massive Krew back into a corner. Nasty starts lifting his knee right in to chest of Krew! Krew holds his chest in pain and falls to a knee. Nasty backs up a couple of steps and starts a sprint towards Krew lifting his knee…..Krew dodges out of the way and Nasty just slammed his groin into the corner and is holding himself in pain. Masters-Damn! Waters-Now that was nasty! Daniels-Oh My God that was cheesy Waters. Waters-How the hell would you know? See Masters I knew he watched Lifetime, damn your gay! Krew than looks to take advantage. Starts to do his famous back hand chops right across Nasty’s chest. Krew is continuing to chop Nasty, crowd screams 1..2..3..4..Nasty than out of now sprints and close lines Krew. Krew is down, nasty picks him up by his head and whips him into his corner. Nasty than runs towards Krew and Thump! Nasty just hit his Big Splash! Nasty steps back tags his partner and in comes Croft to a crowd up roar! Masters-Why do they love him so much? This guy has one hell of a Jew nose. Daniels-That was pretty damn racist Masters! Master-What’s it to you anyways? Krew is still standing in the corner and Croft takes a mean look at him and steps back and runs towards Krew and BOOM! Croft just hit his flying lariat. Krew hit’s the mat. Croft than hops in the top rope, points at the crowd and starts to clap his hands. Croft motions to jump, Krew rolls out and dives tagging his partner Timmons. Crowd is mixed with chants, “CROFT…CROFT…TT…TT”. Croft and Timmons run at each other, Timmons goes for the big boot, Croft ducks, Timmons turns around, Croft goes for a leg sweep, Timmons jumps, Croft jumps up and is met with a close line from Timmons. Waters-Damn these guys know each other so well. Daniels-Well when you’re a technically sounds wrestler, you make that counters look like a cake walk. Waters-Agreed Daniels, agreed. Croft starts to stir a bit, Slowly gets up. Timmons is in the opposite corner just waiting for Croft to get up. Timmons is going crazy motioning for a spear that he is about to put on Croft. Croft is up, Timmons is sprinting towards Croft, dives for a spear……CRASH! Croft just countered with his reverse STO right into the middle turn buckle! Timmons looks like he is out cold . Waters-that has gotten to be the best reverse STO I have ever seen! Masters-Damn that was awesome! Waters-Awesome? Really? What are you, 8? Croft is jumping onto the top getting ready for his Serial Killer Air. Krew steps in the ring, attempting to pull Timmons out of the way of the move. Croft sees this, jumps and HIT’S THE HURRICANRANA on Krew, throwing him out of the ring. Crowd is erupting with “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!…” Daniels, Waters, Masters-HOLY SHIT! Nasty steps down from the side of the ring and makes his way toward the dazed and confused Krew on the outside. Croft looks around and notices that both Timmons and Krew are out. Croft jumps on to the outside of the ring and slaps a couple fans hands and starts to dig under the ring for some goodies. Daniels-Looks like Croft is going fishing. Waters-There is only bad news under the ring. Nasty has made his way over to Krew, Krew is starting to move and makes his way to one knee. Nasty than runs over and BOOM delivers a huge boot to Krew. Krew is looking lifeless on the outside of the ring. Now in the ring Timmons is starting to stir and now gets up to his feet, looking at all the commotion that has transpired. He sees Nasty on the outside of the ring and he has just big booted Krew. Timmons takes a step backwards and than runs towards Nasty and dives toward the outside of the ring, at a moments notice Nasty just than side steps and Timmons forehead kisses off of the outside wall and he is out cold once again. Crowd starts to cheer and Nasty looks up only to see Croft holding a ladder! Waters-A ladder? I should of know! Daniels-Yes I agree. Croft slides the ladder into the ring and slides in after it. Nasty nods in approval. Nasty than turns around to grab Krew and Krew is not there. Nasty has a confused look on his face. Turns back around and is met with a steel chair greeting, SMASH!. Crowd starts to chant, “KREW, KREW, KREW!” Nasty than falls helplessly backwards and crashes on the mat outside. Krew than turns and looks at Croft. Croft looks back as to welcoming him back into the ring. Krew slides in with chair in hand. Croft waits for him to stand up, Krew is on his feet, Croft is running towards Krew, jumps, twisting his body and attempts a Pele kick catching nothing but the chair. Croft notices that Krew wasn’t holding the chair. Croft gets up, turns around, sees Krew holding his weed whacker, and WHAM!!!! Right in to the gut of Croft. Croft is bent over, Krew goes for his Fisherman DDT, Croft is up and BOOM, right down to the mat. 1 . . . 2 . . Kick out! Daniels-Whew that was close! How did he do that? Krew was so close to winning that for his wife. Krew jumps up and has a look of rage on his face. Krew measures his next move, he jumps up and dives for Croft’s head for the head butt, Croft rolls out the way just in time! Krew comes crashing down onto the mat. Croft stomps on Krew for good measure, picks him up by his lower jaw, lifts him up and hangs him upside down onto the turnbuckle. Masters-Aw man I hate this damn song! Croft takes both his feet and places them in the groin of Krew and starts to sing “OH CANA……” WHAMP!!! Timmons is hold the very same chair that Krew just had, but this one has a big dent in it now. Croft falls backwards and is wrenching in pain and arching his back upward and moving from side to side. Waters-Where the hell did he come from? Did anyone see that coming? Daniels-I saw him get up and man that was a epic chair shot. Masters-Man that was awes…. Waters-Don’t even say it. Krew takes himself off of the ropes and give Timmons a look of approval and nods. Both of them looking down at Croft, Timmons grabs Croft and stands him up. Krew grabs the ladder and places it in the corner of the ring. Krew shoots Timmons a look and Timmons Irish whips Croft towards the ladder. Krew grabs Croft has he is headed towards the ladder. Krew than grabs Croft and SMASH! Power slams him right onto the ladder, bending the ladder! Crowd is back to cheering “KREW…KREW…KREW!” Masters-WOW I actually liked that move. How many times have to you seen that? Nasty is up and takes notice of his partner being Irish whipped, Nasty climbs in the ring right behind Timmons. Krew than stands up the ladder and spreads it out. Daniels-Oh no, Timmons doesn’t see Nasty! Croft than starts to move slowly, Timmons is begging for him to get up. Nasty is behind him with his finger to his lips as if he wants the crowd to not say anything to Timmons. Waters-Lets see if he can hit his spear this time. Croft than stand up, Timmons starts to run, Nasty than kicks Timmons in the back and Timmons goes crashing into Krew. Daniels-Oh no there both down. Waters-Nope, oh and two! Croft see’s that his partner just saved him and they both spring into action. Nasty walks over picks up Timmons. Croft jumps onto the top of ladder. Nasty is signaling that this is the end! Puts Timmons head between his legs, lifts up his right arms. At the same time Krew is laying on the mat, he opens his eyes and see the chair just inches away from him, he reaches out for it. Grabs it, crowd is on the edge of their seats. Krew stand up and runs over towards Nasty. Masters-Why is Croft attempting to stop Krew? Waters-He waiting for his moment to strike. Krew lifts up the chair in the motion to strike. At the same time Nasty pushes Timmons out of under him and dodges the chair swing! Masters-Whiff! Krew turns around in anger and swings the chair again doesn’t even looks a second as to where he is swinging it. Nasty pulls Timmons in the direction and CRASH! Right across the skull of Timmons! Daniels-That was one hell of a shot! Now Timmons is busted open! Timmons falls down to the mat and is for the third time he is out cold. Krew stands there in shock, that gives enough time for Nasty to make a move, grabs Krew by the neck and lifts him up… Daniels-Oh No! Not the Nasty Slam to the outside! Waters-Damn this amazing match! Masters-No this AWES….. Waters-Damn it! Nasty choke slams Krew to the outside! Crowd is starting to chant to Croft! “JUMP…JUMP…JUMP!” Croft gives a little shoulder shrug and looks downwards to Timmons laying lifeless on the mat! Nasty pointing down to Timmons and is suggesting that Croft jumps also. Croft looks, bends his knees, jumps….spins in the air, extends his leg and SHAZAM! Waters-Oh My Fucking Lord! Daniels and Masters-HOLY SHIT! Crowd-HOLYSHIT, HOLYSHIT, etc Daniels-Croft just pulled off one of the sickest moves that I have ever seen! No regard for human life! No regard for his own body! No regard for Timmons body! Master-So he has no regard right? Waters-HA! Croft lands a picture perfect 450 leg drop from the top of a 15 foot ladder on the neck of Timmons. Croft is screaming in pain as if he has possibly broke or bruise his lower back. Croft drags himself over towards Timmons, laying on him for the count… 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . 3!!!!! Daniels-That’s it! Its all over! They really did prove that they are God’s Amongst Men! Waters-Not to take anything away from Krew, he put his heart into the match and maybe being so one minded and havin his head somewhere else tonight really cost him here tonight! Masters-Man I wonder if Timmons is ok? He got knocked the fuck out tonight! Like three times! He better go see a head doctor! Waters-That was one hell of a match, I would hate to follow that one! Daniels: “Indeed!”
Shawn Waters: Alright, stay tuned. We have more action coming up after the… Before he can finish the lights dim as a countdown appears on the Tron. 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 ‘Cryin Like A Bitch’ by Godsmack hits the airwaves. An elaborate display of red, green, and blue pyro erupts from the stage. Waters: What’s this all about? William Masters: I don’t know but lights in CZW going off has always spelled trouble. ??: Come on now Shawno…surely you weren’t about to cut your old buddy off…even though cutting oneself does seem to be the popular theme today in CZW. Waters: Huh? ??: I didn’t stutter…how could you dare try to cut off…HIGH DEFINITION CAGE STRYKER!!!?? The fans erupt as the lights come back on and Cage Stryker smiles back at them from the Tron. Cage Stryker: HELLO INDIANAPOLIS!! The crowds roar is deafening as Cage continues smiling from the Tron. Cage: That’s right…you have seen it first…right here in HD TV…the Hero…The Legacy…The Man…has finally made his return to the C…Z…W!!! And this time I have one mission…and one mission only…and that is to bring down the same kind of Hell unto Alan Fiscus that he has been bringing down upon me since November 9 of 2009!! The fans boo Alan when his name is mentioned. Cage: I had to bust my ass for months to try to get back into the World Title picture after that…only to be told that I only got one chance at it…which again…I unfortunately failed at. And yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t mind that…because I did…and my anger and frustration showed as I took it out on the wrong people. My obsession…nearly destroyed me. And it nearly destroyed the one thing that means more to me than anything else in this world…Sirena. I still haven’t had a chance to ‘repay’ you for what you did to my beloved Sirena at Road To Glory. So oh yeah Alan…you’d better believe I’m gunning for you…and that bitch of yours!! You can bank on that. The screen begins to fizzle out. Jarred Daniels: Wow…Masters was right about something for once! Masters: What? Daniels: The lights go out it spells trouble…and this time its more trouble for Alan. Suddenly the screen flips back on. Cage: Wait, wait, wait! I almost forgot something. Sorry, a little rusty since I’ve been out for so long. I heard a nasty rumor…heh…funny I mention Nasty, but I’ll get to that in a moment…because trust me…I haven’t forgot about Summer Showdown either. Rumor had it that something came up on one of the more outstanding talents the CZW talent team has managed to recruit…which left…a hole in MitB… Cage smirks. Waters: Oh no. Cage: Imagine my delight when I heard the rumor was true. Well Ms. Baines was in a bit of a tight spot. CZW fans pay good money to see all the outstanding and insane action of the CZW…but with Mr. Kaelin out she had to find a replacement ASAP…and who better to make am impact and make sure that the fans came to see Hatewave and order it on PPV…only $19.95...than the man…the myth…and the legacy… Fans: CAGE STRYKER!!! Cage: Exactly. HD Mother Fuckin Stryker returns to action at the staple PPV Hatewave in Money in the Bank. I’m no stranger to ladder matches…but this will be my first ever MitB. And I look over the opponents…and not to take away from any of the other competitors in that match…but I couldn’t help but notice one specific name. And I almost want to say if my history is correct, this man held the first ever Money in the Bank briefcase…and that man is none other than Big Nasty. Cage gets mixed reactions from the fans about Nasty. Cage: Like I said earlier…I haven’t forgot about what you did to me at Summer Showdown. There I was, carrying out my referee duties…which I called right down the middle…regardless of my hatred for Alan…even raising his hand at the end of the match…and then Big Nasty breaks onto the scene and leaves a massacre of broken bodies on the mat…me being one of them. Needless to say…you’re on my list alongside Alan and his little rag tag band of outlaws. Now Alan…I’m gonna leave you with this…you had better pray you lose that title…and you had better pray that I don’t get the briefcase…because if you keep the title…and I take the case…you had better believe I will straight cash that bitch in right then and there…give you a taste of shades of past. And that goes for any title you may acquire even if you lose the World…I will hunt you down and cash it on you…but…if I don’t get the case or you don’t get any gold…no worries…I’d find somethin else to cash in on. But not before I raze all the hell upon you that I possibly can…you have been judged Alan…and I will be your execution. You thought you retired me…that was laughable…but Baines knowing that she could bring in one of the biggest thorns in your side back…was downright hilarious…for me anyway. She knew one fool proof way to really get into your head would be to bring back the ghost of your past that is Cage Stryker. And now…I’m gonna make her proud. Peace…I’m outta here. I’ll see ya soon Al…real soon. The screen fades to black Daniels: Strong words from Cage Stryker…and now we know that he’s one mystery opponent due to Alex’s inability to compete…but we still haven’t a clue as to who the real mystery is. Waters: This Money in the Bank is quickly starting to turn into possibly the best one yet. Masters: Bah, Alan will just retire him again. Waters: We’ll be right back after this.
The camera cuts backstage, where an unknown man sits in the Conseco Fieldhouse boiler room, a barbed wire bat in his hand. ???: “Living life at the bottom of the food chain is one of the hardest things a man can do.” The man twirls the barbed wire bat in his hands, a look of malicious intent in his eyes. ???: “For me, being at the bottom has been the way of life ever since I was a child. I was the youngest of four, always the last one picked for teams at school, the bottom of the company ladder with every odd job I’ve ever held.” The man then stands up from his seat in the boiler room and pushes the door open, glaring up at a nearby flight of stairs leading to the backstage area. ???: “However, you learn a lot when you’re at the bottom. You see, all I’ve ever done whilst at the bottom was observe the people who were at the top, just to see what kind of people they really are. Let me tell you, it’s not a pretty sight. The people that everybody looks up to and holds dear... Well, they’re really just the latest in a long line of heretic suits who try to force feed the bottom feeders spoonful after heaping spoonful of Grade-A bullshit. The only thing I’m going to bite is the hand that feeds, because I’ve heard more than enough lies for one lifetime.” The man’s eyes narrow, and his teeth grind together as he starts to ascend the staircase. ???: “Conventional wisdom suggests that one should obey the rules and respect authority. There’s not a chance in hell of me doing that within the putrid walls of Combat Zone Wrestling, no way. The only rules by which I abide are my own, and nobody’s going to stop me from bringing about the change that this place surely needs.” The man continues his ascent up the staircase, pausing momentarily about halfway up to look down at the boiler room from which he came. ???: “Speaking from experience as a veteran worker in the oil rigs down in the Gulf of Mexico, I can attest to the fact that the view from the top is the one desired by all. However, the view from the bottom is where you learn the most about yourself and others. As a result, being at the bottom is the only way to truly ascend. I’ve learned this over the years, and now that I’m in CZW, I will not hesitate in dragging others down to the gallows to let them see themselves at face value.” The man finally gets to the top of the stairs, looking down at the boiler room with an icy glare. ???: “I am the definition of brutal; I am the man in the box that will scare the living shit out of people the world over; I am the man who simply will not accept the status quo. However, above all... I am a renegade. I AM... JACK ABRAHAM.” With that, Abraham’s nostrils flare in front of the camera, icy eyes glaring before turning away and disappearing from camera shot.
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-=- PARAGON VERSUS SLEAZE! -=-
***** Prodigy’s “Run With the Wolves” plays, and the crowd mostly boos as Alex Slate makes his way out onto the ramp along with Lydia May. They approach the ring looking more like a tag-team than anything. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Lydia May, hailing from Traverse City, Michigan, ‘the Paragon,’ ALEXANDER SLATE!!” Slate walks up the steps and climbs between the ropes, pulling back on the top rope a bit to loosen up before running the ropes a bit. Lydia paces around the ring to Slate’s corner where she calmly looks towards the entrance ramp, awaiting Alex’s opponent. The fans begin to cheer loudly as “Let Me Entertain You” finally begins to play, heralding the arrival of the sleaze. Towers: “And his opponent, representing Beautiful Agony and the Spectacle, he is one half of the CZW Global Tag-Team Champions, ‘Sleazy Dubya,’ BRIAN….BLAZE!!” BB heads down to the ring with a swagger as always, stopping along the way to ‘polish his belt’ in front of a female fan. Blaze heads to ringside where he moves towards Lydia, eyeing her up and down before she draws back a fist. This causes BB to backpedal slowly with his hands up, making a comment into the camera about her playing ‘hard to get’ before he rolls into the ring, holding his title belt high for the cheering fans. After a few more moments of pandering, Blaze and Slate face off in opposite corners and the bell rings!” *DING-DING!* Daniels: “Two polar opposites facing off in this one, the Paragon verses the Hedonist!” Waters: “NICE.” Daniels: “Collar-and-elbow tie-up there, and Slate with a rear waistlock. Blaze breaks the hold and wrings the arm of Slate who reverses that, pulling Blaze into a headlock. Quick drop toe-hold there by slate and he floats quickly across, locking in another side headlock.” Waters: “Every move and every hold that Alexander Slate performs is straight out of the handbook. This guy is flawless in his form and execution, a true wrestling purist that you don’t really see too often, especially here in CZW.” Masters: “He’s just smart enough and GOOD enough to win without resorting to the barbarism of the rest of the federation.” Daniels: “Well, to each their own. Blaze now working his way up to a vertical base and Slate still has the headlock cinched in. Blaze backs them to the ropes and shoves Slate off. Slate bounds off the far side and Blaze drops down. Alexander off the near side now and Blaze is up, hip-toss attempt is blocked and once again Slate with a drop toe-hold out of nowhere and he’s back to the side headlock again!” Masters: “I do have to disagree with Slate’s strategy here, though.” Waters: “How’s that? He’s returning his focus to the same part of the body over and over. It’s a completely sound strategy that all the greats use.” Masters: “Yes, but there’s nothing IN the head of Brian Blaze to hurt!” Daniels: “Blaze back up to a vertical base again…and he maneuvers out of the hold, cinching in with a hammer-lock! Slate reverses and…OH MY!” Waters: “Well, nothing changes the momentum of a match quite like that!” Masters: “Bloody cheat! Blaze just kicked Slate between the legs with a back-kick!” Daniels: “And there’s a standing enziguri from Blaze, sending Slate to the mat. Blaze now up again and he’s strutting his stuff, pretty proud of himself after that.” Waters: “It’s not very honorable, but no one can doubt the effectiveness of the low blow.” Daniels: “Brian Blaze picks Slate up off the mat, hooking him up for a vertical suplex! He stalls a bit and DRIVES Slate to the mat, quickly floating over with the pin!” 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . KICK OUT! Masters: “Can’t keep a good man down, ya wanker!” Daniels: “Slate kicks out and Blaze continues to focus on the attack. He picks Slate back up and whips him into the far corner. Blaze gets a head of steam and charges in, but Slate lifts a KNEE right into the face of the charging Blaze! A low dropkick to the knee takes the tag-champ off his feet!” Masters: “I do have to say that Mr. Slate has brought quite the looker to be in his corner this eve…” Waters: “Good luck, Bill. Ten bucks says she gives you a black eye before she gives you her phone number.” Daniels: “ANYWAY, the match, gentlemen. Slate now in control as he locks in a single-leg crab.” Waters: “Bill here wishes HIS crabs were single legs.” Masters: “I’m going to kill you, Shawn Waters. I’m going…to kill you.” Daniels: “Blaze is able to drag himself to the ropes! The ref begins the five count but…Blaze continues to crawl! We get a four count and Blaze has removed himself from the ring! The 10 count starts, but Slate interrupts, going after his opponent. The referee warns Alex, backing him up and..OH! Lydia May slams Blaze’s head into the apron and then throws him back into the ring! The referee didn’t even see it!” Waters: “And Slate takes advantage, stomping away at Blaze before locking in a cross arm-breaker! Also, that last bit of outside interference has led to the appearance of Blaze’s partner Johnny Kerosene onto the…scene.” Masters: “THAT guy? As if he’s any match for HER. He should’ve brought the rest of those Beautiful Agony goons along with him as well. Then MAYBE it would be a fair fight!” Daniels: “Blaze has managed to worm his way around in that arm-hold…” Masters: “Worm is a good word for him.” Daniels: “…and, yes, there’s a roll-up!” 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . KICK OUT! Daniels: “Good counter by Blaze, but Slate was able to slip out of it! Both men back up now and Blaze is first to react, whipping Slate into the corner again! Blaze charges in with a big splash that connects this time! He’s going to go for a superplex here maybe! No, Slate rains a series of clubbing blows to the back of ‘Sleazy Dubya!” Waters: “Slate now maybe looking for a tornado DDT! He swings out of the corner but Blaze counters into an INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!! SUPERKICK!! BB with the cover!!” 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . KICK OUT! Masters: “Slate is too good to be beaten by this sleaze!” Daniels: “Slate escapes again! Blaze seems to be now getting frustrated, he picks Slate up from the mat and…standing enziguri is ducked by Slate! Blaze lands on his feet, but from behind Slate with a VICTORY ROLL!!” 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . KICK OUT! Waters: “JUST in the nick of time!” Daniels: “Back to their feet and Blaze with a kick to the gut! Could be going for that package piledriver, but Slate counters with a backdrop! Slate runs to the far side as Blaze rolls to his feet, bounding off the near side! He…wait! Lydia just tripped up Blaze! Johnny is over to neutralize Lydia as Blaze turns to yell at her but Slate rushes in! Slate with Blaze in a waistlock, into the ropes and he rolls him up!” 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . 3!! *DING-DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, ‘the Paragon,’ ALEX…SLATE!!” Slates music plays again as he raises his hand in victory. Johnny and Blaze argue with the referee about the interference, but neither he, nor apparently Alex saw anything. Alex Slate and Lydia May make their way back up the ramp as the tag-champs stand disappointed in the ring. ***** Backstage, Buzzsaw is standing alone in his locker room, lacing up his last boot. Suddenly, his door bursts open as if violently kicked from the other side. Instinct sends Buzzsaw into an aggressive stance, his face turning red and hateful as he realizes who has intruded upon him. Matt Covey strolls into the room, a large scar and a smile on his face. Buzzsaw immediately grabs up his kendo stick, weilding it with deadly efficiency. Matt throws his hands in the air. Bad Ass: Slow your role, princess. Buzzsaw: Who the hell do you think you are, busting in my room unannounced?! Bad Ass: I'm the "Bad Ass", Matt Covey. The same man who's face you split open last show. Hmmm... It's amazing. Buzzsaw is left pondering his actions as Matt inches forward, staring at the scars on Buzzsaw's face. Bad Ass: It's almost like we're a split image of each other... Buzzsaw: I'm nothing like you. Bad Ass: Sure, you say that now. Buzzsaw: Is there a reason you busted in here, or should I go ahead and start caning the shit out of you right now? Bad Ass: Hmmm. You could do that. Or you could take the testosterone out of your voice and realize that if I had intended to assault you, you'd already be on the floor, choking on my fists. Buzzsaw: You keep telling yourself that. Bad Ass: Look, we can sit here and fail at trying to intimidate each other all night. Or we could go with plan B. Buzzsaw: And what the hell is plan B? Bad Ass: I'm glad you asked. I want to do this dance just as bad as you do. Hell, I'm not sure I can wait for Hatewave, either. And even though Baines has specifically stated that she wants us on our best behavior, I'm sure you'll agree, we're not the type to blindly follow orders. Buzzsaw: So explain to me why it is we're not splattering blood all over the place again? Bad Ass: Because, Baines gave us an outlet for our pent up aggressions. Let's face it, I love to fight, and I'm pretty sure you feel the same way. Fortunately for us, we've been given some scapegoats to take our frustrations out on. And even though I think the guys are alright, Kabes and Wright just found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Long story short, I'm gonna go out there and kick the shit out of those dork-chops. And you can either help me, or you can stand there and look a fool while I kick all the ass. Buzzsaw: And suppose I do help? Bad Ass: Then after the match is over, if you still want to dance, I'll be waiting. You can't miss me. I'll be the guy with blood all over his size 12 shit-kickers. Buzzsaw: I'll be the guy shoving this kendo stick up your ass. Matt smirks as Buzzsaw stands defiant. Bad Ass: Well then. I guess there's nothing left to discuss. See you in the ring, cupcake. Matt's smirk turns into a full blown grin as he exits the room, leaving Buzzsaw with a pondering look upon his face.
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-=- RANDOM NAMES FROM A HAT TAG TEAM MATCH! -=-
***** Daniels: Shawn, William, the next contest will be an interesting one. Rob Wright will team with Krimzon Blaze and Buzzsaw will team with Matt Covey. Waters: It will be interesting to say the least. Masters: I can't wait to see what this will bring, lets goto for the match announcements Towers: The following match is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall. "Sonne" pumps through the arena. Towers: Introducing first from wherever he damn well pleases, weight in at 225 pound, "Bad Ass" Matt Covey. Matt Covey walks to the ring to a round of boos and rolls in to the ring. He stands at his corner and waits for him as "Dead Bodies Eveywhere" pumps through the arena now and the boos turn to cheers. Towers: His partner, from Akron, Ohio, weighting in at 310 pounds, the CZW Ultra-Violent Champion, Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw walks to the ring and eyes his partner while wearing the CZW Ultra-Violent title. Buzzsaw enters the ring and stares at his partner. Buzz hands off the title to Jason Humel. "Headstrong" pumps through the arena and the crowd goes nuts. Towers: Their opponent, first from Detroit, Michigan, weightin at 175 pounds, "The Motor City Mexican" Krimzon Blaze. Krimzon Blaze runs straight to the ring and rolls in. He poses for the crowd on the turnbuckle as "In The End" pumps through the arena. Towers: His partner, being led to the ring by Jonathan Joseph McKenzie, from Springfield, Massachusetts, weighting in at 245 pounds, the CZW Television Champion, "The Real Deal" Rob Wright. Rob Wright walks to the ring with his manager Jojo. He gets in the ring and instantly jawjacks with his partner Krimzon Blaze. Waters: This is not smart jawjacking with your future partner. Rob Wright shows to Krimzon Blaze the CZW Television title and Blaze is none too pleased showing his dismay at Wright for it. Waters: I agree with my former partner here, Rob shouldn’t show Blaze the title, especially when they are teaming up tonight. The referee finally takes Rob Wright’s title and hands it to JoJo. All the while Matt Covey and Buzzsaw just stare down eachother. Buzzsaw goes to the corner and gets on the apron. Daniels: Well Matt Covey the original Bad Ass of CZW will start off. Krimzon Blaze and Rob Wright have a distinct shoving match to decide who will start the match. Rob claims he should start the match being his a champion while KB says that he should. Masters: Well it looks like this team blew up before the match started. Daniels: These two need to get along long enough to start the match. Their squabbling is ended when a charging Matt Covey knocks Krimzon Blaze to the mat and Rob Wright is sent onto the floor Waters: Come on. I know I should expect Matt Covey to do such an evil thing but this is low. Ding, Ding, Ding The crowd boos as Matt Covey puts the boots into Krimzon Blaze. The crowd boos as Rob Wright gets to his feet and eventually onto the apron. Covey picks Blaze up and drops him with a backbreaker. Covey goes for a pin but only gets a one-count. Covey walks over to his corner for a punt but Buzzsaw tags himself in. Covey gives Buzzsaw a glance that can kill even already dead people. Jason Humel the referee assigned to the match calls for the bell. Daniels: Talk about blind tags. Masters: Come on, Covey was getting ready to flatten that Mexican Jumping Bean. Waters: Krimzon Blaze is from Michigan you twit. Buzzsaw walks in and takes Krimzon Blaze down with a huge boot to the face. Buzzsaw picks Blaze up in a goozle and drops him with a modified flapjack. Buzzsaw picks Blaze up and rocks him with a few punches. He then throws him into the ropes, Blaze ducks another big boot attempt and instead hits an Enziguiri which rocks the big man. Buzzsaw doubles over and Blaze drops him with a jumping spike double arm ddt. Buzzsaw flips over and Blaze goes for a pin but Buzz kicks out at one impressively pushing Blaze up and onto his feet. Daniels: Impressive, Buzzsaw kicked out and tossed KB up. Waters: Can you say “Full recovery?” Masters: Shut up you wannabe Rowan. Krimzon Blaze bounces off the ropes but is caught in another goozle at the hands of Buzzsaw. Blaze fights out and snaps off a huracanrana. Buzzsaw gets up and is take down with a spinning kick. Blaze gets up takes Buzz down once again with a spinning head scissors. Blaze gets up and climbs the turnbuckle near him and Wright tags himself in while Buzzsaw tags Covey in. Blaze shoots Wright a dirty look for the blind tag as the crowd boos. Jason Humel, the referee saw the tag and tells Blaze to leave the ring. Waters: I disagree with this but I don’t blame Wright right now. Daniels: Yes but Jason Humel is doing his job right. Masters: Yeah get that midget out of the ring? Matt Covey and Rob Wright both enter the ring while Krimzon Blaze sulks on the ring apron. They start off locking up in the middle of the ring, until Covey stomps on Wright’s boot. Covey takes advantage and punches Wright repeatedly in the head. Covey backs off and into the ropes. Covey measures Wright for his outlaw knee strike but Wright ducks. Wright punches Covey and follows it up with an armdrag into an armbar. Covey fights up and gets up but Wright twists the armbar into a short arm clothesline. Wright bonces off and into the ropes and drops the leg on Covey. Wright goes for a pin but gets barely gets two. JoJo McKenzie appeals to the crowd to cheer for his man Wright. Daniels: Maybe Rob tagging himself in was a good move. Masters: It’s early on, we’ll find out later. Rob Wright picks Matt Covey up off the mat, puts him in a headlock and hits Covey with a hard hitting snap suplex Wright rolls through and into a northern lights driver. Wright goes for the pin and it is broke up by Buzzsaw at two. Wright shoots Buzzsaw a look. Waters: Great ring savvy by the Hardcore champion. Masters: Buzzsaw has done wonders elsewhere you know. Referee Jason Humel gets Buzzsaw back to his corner. Rob Wright turns his attention back to Matt Covey and whips him into the corner that stunning the bad ass. Wright walks over as Covey gets up quickly and thumbs him in the eye. Humel admonishes Covey. Wright is reeling as Covey nails him with a few sharp right hands to the gut and face of Wright sending him off of him in order to catch a quick breathe. Daniels: I wouldn’t expect Wright to make a rookie move like that. Waters: Neither would I Jared, the guy has proven why he is a mainstay of CZW several times. Matt Covey grabs Rob Wright just to be reversed as Wright rolls out and tries to hit a DDT on Covey just to be reversed yet again as he punches Wright in the ribcage. Wright catches his breath but Covey takes this opportunity and hits a hard spine buster on Wright. Covey tags out to Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw picks up Wright and tosses him sending Wright hard into the turnbuckle. Buzzsaw grabs him and biels Wright out of the corner getting some height off of it. Masters: This is good for Krimzon Blaze, Rob Wright is laying on the ground, gasping for air as Buzzsaw is having his way with him. Buzzsaw picks up Rob Wright and levels him with headbutt after headbutt. Buzzsaw lifts Wright up and drops him with a T-Bone suplex. Buzzsaw lets Wright get up and drops him with and other T-Bone. Wright gets up and stumbles once again and gets dropped with a choke slam. Buzzsaw goes for a pin and Jason Humel is ready for him. Krimzon Blaze instantly jumps in the ring. 1... Krimzon Blaze zeros in on Buzzsaw. 2... Krimzon Blaze breaks the pin with a buzzsaw kick to the head. Daniels: That’s Krimzon Blaze showing why you Shawn, you were tag team champions back in the day. Waters: Come now Jared, don’t date me THAT much. I retired due to injury, you know that. All of a sudden Jakob and Ezra show up walking on the entrance stage. Krimzon Blaze leaves the ring and Buzzsaw stomps on the downed Wright. Buzzsaw lifts Wright up and drops him with a boot to the face. Buzzsaw lifts Wright up once again and drops him with a running power slam. Buzzsaw goes for the pin once again. 1... 2... Rob Wright kicks out and Jason Humel counts only two. Masters: Rob Wright somehow was able to kick out. Buzzsaw backs off and tags Matt Covey. Covey quickly cuts off the possible tag to Krimzon Blaze. Covey goes and grabs Rob Wright and drops him on the turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Covey backs off and takes Wright off his feet with an outlaw knee strike. Covey lets Wright up but while he is getting up and Covey grabs him and hits a release German Suplex on him, sending Wright to the ground. Buzzsaw comes in for the double team and Krimzon Blaze runs in for the cut off. Jason Humel grabs Blaze and tells him to get back to his corner ans Buzz and Covey rock with a pair of elbows bringing him down. Waters: Jason Humel, the referee is doing his job. The fans may not like it, but he’s doing his job. Matt Covey and Buzzsaw slap hands to show a fake tag for Jason Humel. Blaze exits and Jumel tells Covey to exit which he does. Buzzsaw turns his attention to Rob Wright for a power bomb as The Mayhem brothers continue their walk to the ring. Buzzsaw lifts Wright up as he notices Total Mayhem. Buzzsaw lets Wright slide down as he screams at Jakob and Ezra. Daniels: This is not what Buzzsaw should be doing to a cagey veteran. Rob Wright takes advantage and rolls up the distracted Buzzsaw and Jason Humel is ready. 1... 2... Buzzsaw kicks out and goes for a boot. Rob Wright telegraphs and hot tags out to Krimzon Blaze. Blaze charges and rocks Buzz with a a running spinning heel kick. Blaze gets up and hits a shining wizard to the standing Buzz who backs into his turnbuckle allowing Matt Covey to blind tag in. Daniels: Hot action there. Covey enters but gets taken down with a Huracanrana. Buzzsaw goes after Blaze as well but gets leg laced and his head is lying on the middle rope. Blaze runs into the ropes for the 718 but Buzz rolls out of the ring and Blaze bounces back into a Covey backbreaker. Covey goes for the pin but barely gets two. Waters: A rare bad call by Krimzon Blaze there. Meanwhile Buzzsaw goes and brawls with the Mayhem brothers forgetting his partner in the ring. Covey tries to lift Krimzon Blaze up but Blaze drop toe holds Covey into the ropes. Blaze runs and hits Covey with the 718. Blaze follows it up with a Springboard into a 450 Splash. Blaze goes for the win as Jason Humel counts. 1... 2... Covey kicks out. Daniels: That was close. Masters: Yeah but a stupid double kick to the face using the ropes don’t hurt too much. Waters: I’ve felt it, trust me that it does. Krimzon Blaze and Matt Covey gets up. The two quickly come to blows. Blaze takes advantage and tries to whip Covey into the ropes but Covey reverse the whip. Covey drops down as Blaze charges off the rebound. Covey gets up and Blaze slides through him and under the ropes as well in front of the fighting Buzzsaw and Mayhem brothers. Blaze springs to the top rope but Covey drops down. Blaze instead leaps off and corkscrews into plancha on all three of the men out on the floor. The crowd cheers as all four men is down. Masters: That was stupid Krimzon Blaze. You hear me? Waters: I’m not sure, he took out three threats and himself. Not sure where the risk-reward fight will end. Krimzon Blaze slowly gets up but is intercepted by Matt Covey who knees Blaze in the gut before tossing him into the ring. Covey follows in and stomps Blaze on the mat. Covey then chokes his opponent as the referee tells Covey to break. Covey breaks and allows Blaze only moments before grabbing him and dropping him with a neckbreaker. Covey goes for the pin and Jason Humel is in position. Rob Wright jumps into the ring 1... Wright charges at Covey 2... Wright breaks the pin. Covey grabs him and tosses him into the ringpost for his troubles. JoJo McKenzie rushes to his client. Daniels: That is nearly a disaster right there. Matt Covey turns his attention to Krimzon Blaze, grabs him and drops him with a snake eyes on the top turnbuckle. Covey follows it up with a Powerbomb. Covey tries to follow it with a Piledriver but Blaze reverses and right into Kryptonite Krunch. Blaze goes for the pin and Jason Humel is ready. 1... 2... Matt Covey kicks out but Krimzon Blaze gets up and drops down with the Holy Shot for the pin. 1... 2... Matt Covey kicks out! Waters: I think Humel was a little off there. The Holy Shot should have finished Covey off. Krimzon Blaze gets up and goes for a Pele kick on the recover Matt Covey but Covey ducks. Covey grabs Blaze for a suplex but Blaze reverses into a small package. Jason Humel is on the job. 1... 2... Matt Covey kicks out and rolls on top of Krimzon Blaze and Humel is still on the job. 1... 2... Krimzon Blaze Kicks out. Daniels: I am loving this fast paced action. Both men get up. They exchange blows and the crowd are going nuts with boos for Covey's hits and yeahs for Blaze's. Covey gets the upper hand nailing a series of punches on Blaze. Covey goes for a hard right but Blaze spins, ducks, leaps and rocks Covey with a dangerous back kick. Waters: Pele, Krimzon Blaze hit the Pele. Masters: Covey is rocked. Daniels: Blaze could be looking for the Code of Silence right here. Krimzon Blaze has Matt Covey measured and lifts him up in a fireman's carry but Covey thumbs the eyes. He slides down and now lifts Blaze up in a fireman's carry over by Rob Wright who tags in. Wright enters and drops Covey with flying dropkick but Blaze gets burned on it too getting knocked down. Waters: Rob Wright is a house of fire but he takes down his partner too. Masters: But it don’t look like he cares, he’s going for the win. Rob Wright springs to the turnbuckle and leaps off with a Wright Flight. He clears Matt Covey but instead lands onto Krimzon Blaze. Wright gets up and throws his partner out of the ring to the boos of the crowd. Wright climbs the turnbuckle again but Buzzsaw shoves him off the turnbuckle this time. Wright flips onto his back and right at the feet of Covey. Daniels: That was a bad call right there. Matt Covey gets up and lifts the injured Rob Wright up in a fireman’s carry position and drops him on his head with Blowing out your brains. Covey goes for the pin. Jason Humel is on hand to count. 1... 2... 3... NOOOOOO!!!! Buzzsaw pulls Covey off, exits the ring and tags himself in. Masters: Oh no, another team will go at it. Matt Covey goes for a shot but Buzzsaw blocks and drops him with the Buzzkiller to the cheers of the crowd. Buzz gets up and drops Rob Wright with the Prayer Position. Buzz goes for the pin. 1... 2... 3... Jason Humel calls for bell and Total Mayhem attack the winner before Humel can raise his hand. Daniels: I cannot believe what just happened. Both teams turned on eachother and now Ezra and Jakob are beating on Buzzsaw again. Jakob and Ezra take turns kicking and stomping their foe Buzzsaw. The two men lift the Buzzsaw up and plaster him with rights and lefts. They pick him up into the air and drop him hard on his back down on the canvas. They stalk their enemy as Jason Humel calls for CZW security. Jakob takes Humel out with a punch as security rushes out. Masters: This is awesome. Not only we had a great strange bedfellows tag but now we have a Total Mayhem beatdown. Waters: How can you say that, these sickos are going to kill our Ultra-Violent Champion. CZW Security shows up and runs off Total Mayhem from beating Buzzsaw up any more than they have. Daniels: I hope Total Mayhem is happy with the carnage they just caused. Meanwhile both Krimzon Blaze and JoJo McKenzie are in the ring. McKenzie is browbeating Blaze for not being there for his client. Blaze lifts him up and gives him The Code of Silence for his troubles. The crowd goes wild. Masters: Oh come on, JoJo didn't deserve that. Waters: He was browbeating Krimzon Blaze, he crossed the line there. Daniels: I am not sure, either way Rob Wright is none too happy about this. Krimzon Blaze exits the ring and Rob Wright eyes him down, angry for what happened. Masters: These two have some major issues brewing. The camera cuts backstage, where we are greeted with the sight of the closed office door of Theresa Baines, Overdrive's General Manager. We know this because the words, "Theresa Baines, Overdrive's General Manager" are engraved in a solid gold placard, nailed into the door at eye-level. After a few moments, the door slowly swings open, as "The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo steps into the corridor. A huge pop breaks out from the crowd at the sight of their hero, although this swiftly transforms into a cocktail of laughter and wolf-whistling as we become aware of the state EP is currently in. Although dressed in his usual "Ninja Squirrel" attire, EP's appearance is slightly-more unkempt than we are used to seeing. His clothes are ragged, his boas are ruffled, and he has bright red lipstick smeared all around his mouth. More noticeable still is his unzipped fly, which EP is currently attempting to close up. He does so, then turns.. right into Theresa Baines herself. BAINES: What the hell are you doing!? EL PABLO: WHAT THE F.. EP is so startled by the sight of the GM that he collapses backwards to the floor, out of shot of the camera. He gets back to his feet, and straightens himself up slightly before leaning against the wall, Theresa just staring at him in stunned silence. EL PABLO: Miss Baines! ..Sup? BAINES: Not much.. were you just- EL PABLO: Ehhhh, never mind about that, just some skit I was trying to put out for dramatic, slash comedic effect. I DO need to speak to you about something, though.. perhaps I could schedule an appointment some time, maybe during the intercourse.. ERM, intermission? Theresa sighs. BAINES: Well, we're both here.. why don't we go in and discuss it now? EL PABLO: Capital idea! BAINES: But, I swear to God, if your hands go anywhere near the top of your pants or the bottom of your shirt.. EL PABLO: Only BOTH my hands? BAINES: ... EL PABLO: *ahem* ..after you, Ma'am. EP steps back, and holds his hands up submissively, as Theresa walks past him and into her office. He then follows her in, closing the door behind him, as the screen cuts. *****
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-=- SINGLES MATCH! -=-
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Overdrive comes back from the commercial break with a short pause. In the ring, stands Jessica Towers.
TOWERS, addressing the crowd: "I just want to take a moment and address an issue... for the record, I have NEVER slept with ANY CZW superstar. I --"
Suddenly "Streetcleaner" by Godflesh begins to blare over the PA to a large, albeit negative, reaction. Out walks the CZW World Heavyweight Champion, followed by his dangerous other half, Hellena. They immediately storm down to the ring, apparently having no time for theatrics. Alan is wearing blue jeans, black combat boots, a dark gray "ISIS" t-shirt, and the CZW World title wrapped tightly around his waist. Hellena is wearing tight black leggings, with a dark purple shirt with a black heart in the middle. They climb into the ring, and Alan viciously snags the mic from Jessica.
ALAN, to Jessica: "No one gives a damn about your vagina, toots! Beat it!"
Jessica shows an angered look for a moment, before Hellena reminds her how vicious she is by jumping up in her face. Jessica quickly backs off, and leaves the ring to stand at ring side.
CROWD: "ALAN SUCKS! ALAN SUCKS! ALAN SUCKS!"
ALAN: "You say that shit like it's going to upset me or something. You think I give a damn about what any of you humanoids think?"
CROWD: "BOOOO!!"
ALAN: "Yeah, you're damn right I don't. I'm out here for a simple reason. A few simple reasons, actually. First of all, I'm not sure if you idiots have noticed, but our new GM is trying to blackball me. She's screwing with me hardcore. Not only do I have to defend the title against Maynard O'Toole and Godzilla Sawyer... you throw that monster Mortius in the mix... and make it a four way. But it's not just any normal four way dance. Of course not. Miss Baines thinks she's pulled the ultimate dupe on me, after I requested this match to be the first ever triple threat Riot match. Now, it will be a FOUR WAY Riot match. What that means is.... is sure chaos, no doubt. The hell of it is, I don't even have to be the guy who gets pinned for the five count to lose the title. THAT'S the bullshit she is putting me through. But let me tell you something, Baines. I'm not worried. I don't fear Maynard O'Toole. I don't fear Godzilla Sawyer. Sure, they've beaten me in the ring before.. once... ONCE... but the title wasn't on the line, was it? Therefore, those matches don't mean shit. All that means is each man had a lucky night... once. It's not going to happen again. Now, as far as Mortius goes..."
CROWD: "SHADOW! SHADOW! SHADOW!"
ALAN: "You actually CHEER this monstrosity!? Of course you do. He's big and bad, and dark, and evil. He's the Freddy Krueger of the CZW, is that right? Let me tell you something. I fear NO man. He can pretend he's on an episode of Dark Shadows all he wants, at the end of the day, he's just flesh and blood like the rest of us. So, Baines, you got any more tricks up your sleeve? Because unlike every single World champion before me, I am a FIGHTING champion... a TRUE champion. I'll take your best shot and still manage to come out the winner, I guarantee it. You don't know what you're messing with, Baines. I bet you're going to make me show you, aren't you?"
Alan suddenly drops the mic, making this one of the shorter in ring promos he's done. Odd. He holds the ropes open for Hellena to leave, and they both make their way up the ramp, Alan flipping off fans who are yelling at him. When they get to the entrance ramp, Alan turns around and poses with his arms high and his eyes closed, almost mockingly like Jesus Christ. He then turns and they leave. DANIELS: "What a sickening man. Such arrogance. Such vileness..." MASTERS: "Such honor, such respect, Daniels! That's the best champion this federation has ever seen, and you should be bowing before him!" DANIELS: "He shouldn't be the champion, he should be in jail!" WATERS: "Boys, boys... calm down. Let's focus on the matters at hand. He's gone now. It's now time for Zilla vs William!" MASTERS: "WHAT!?!" WATERS: "Garrett, you fool. Garrett." MASTERS: "Oh, that's right." JESSICA, back in the ring: "Hmmhmmm... Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and has a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first... hailing from Wichita, Kansas and weighing in at 475 pounds... he is the Colossus... GARRETT WILLIAM!" "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed plays over the PA, as the crowd react in a very even mixture of cheers and jeers. Out lumbers Garrett, who is wearing his traditional black singlet with black boots. He casually walks to the ring, nodding at fans who are cheering, but ignoring those who are booing. He gets to the ring, and steps over the top rope to enter it. JESSICA: "And his opponent... hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan and weighing in at 270 pounds... GODZILLA SAWYER!" The Godzilla Theme plays over the PA, as the crowd gives out a large wave of boos. Sawyer smirks to himself, as he is wearing a leather cap and sunglasses, with a leather vest on over his black and white doublet. He has a cockiness to his walk as he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring fans who jeer at him. He gets in, and removes the cap, sunglasses and vest. He hands them to the ring attendant, and stretches on the rope for a few. DANIELS: "It's still odd to hear people boo this man, he was suched a loved figure in CZW for so long... it's still shocking." MASTERS: "He finally wised up, Jarred. He's not a puppet any longer!" DANIELS: "I would hate to ever have to live a day in your life, William. Seriously." MASTERS: "You'd have a heart attack, you boring bum!" DING DING DING WATERS: "Well this match is now underway, and this isn't going to be a techinal battle, it's not going to be a high flying affair... these are two big dudes, one being the biggest dude in the sport today, and it's gonna be an all out brawl." DANIELS: "They both slowly walk up to each other, now chest to chest. Garrett obviously looking down, talking some smack that Sawyer doesn't hesitate to talk back. Garret then shoves him, but not as far away as he probably intended." MASTERS: "Sawyer walks right back up to him and shoves him back! Zilla fears no man!" WATERS: "Garrett smirks and pushes him back. Instead of going for another shove, Zilla bounces off the ropes for momentum first. He runs hard into Garrett, but barely moves the monster." DANIELS: "The unstoppable object against the unmovable force. Good booking here. Garrett suggests for Zilla to try it again, and Zilla obliges. Same result. Garrett suggests a third time." MASTERS: "Zilla goes for it, but this time Garrett adds some umph and knocks Sawyer hard on his back! Not many can do that, that's for sure. Garrett doesn't hesitate to get on it, and stomps a few times on Sawyer's shoulder. He picks him up, and pushes him to a corner. He raises his hand and --" * SMACK! * WATERS: "Deafening chop to Zilla's chest, and he's feeling that one for sure. Garrett does it again!" * SMACK! * MASTERS: "Ouch! Garrett now irish whips Sawyer hard into the opposite corner. Zilla slams hard into it, and seems dazed." DANIELS: "Garrett, with a head of steam... but Sawyers moves out of the way! Garrett slams hard into the corner, and as he turns around, a pained Zilla returns a series of chops." * CHOP! * * CHOP! * * CHOP! * WATERS: "Zilla with a hard kick to the gut, doubles Garrett over a little, and he runs to the ropes... swinging neckbreaker!" DANIELS: "Zilla has the big man down on the mat, and he looks to seize the opportunity by climbing to the top rope! Is he already going for the Wrecking Ball?" MASTERS: "Couldn't be, it's way too early." WATERS: "He's at the top now, but Garrett begins to stir. Zilla chooses to wait for him to stand up now. Garrett is up, but dazed and confused. Sawyer has his bullseye and leaps..." DANIELS: "But Garrett grabs him by the throat in mid air! As soon as his feet touch the ground, Garrett lifts him up! CHOKE SLAM!" * SLAM! * MASTERS: "He's going for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "I didn't think he was gonna kick out!" DANIELS: "He did, but damn... that must have taken a lot out of him! Garrett gets up as fast as he can... which isn't very fast, mind you... and grabs Zilla by the head. He lifts him up, and throws him to the ropes... BIG BOOT!" MASTERS: "He calls that the Migraine, and by god, I'm sure he'll have one now." WATERS: "The fans are oddly enough, pretty much behind Garrett in this match. It's either because Garrett is trying to win them over, or it's because they hate Sawyer so much for his recent behavior. Either way, Garrett is in complete control." DANIELS: "He has him up, and throws him to the ropes again... but this time, Zilla wisely ducks and slides to the outside, not looking for another size 12 to the face." MASTERS: "Brilliant move here, this is where Zilla has Garrett... in ring experience. Garrett is still a pup compared to this veteran. But instead of keeping his eyes on Garrett, he's jaw jacking with a humanoid and his back is turned... bad move, Sawyer!" WATERS: "Yeah, because Garrett is now leaning over the top rope and grabs Sawyer by the hair! Sawyer yells out, and tries to wiggle out... he looks up and leaps... grabbing Garrett by the head and dropping his throat down across the top rope! There's your in ring advantage, cheap tricks!" MASTERS: "It worked, didn't it? Garrett slams to his back from the impact, and Zilla slides in. His chest is beat red, and so is his face. HE IS PISSED." DANIELS: "Well he now delivers a flurry of stomps to the downed giant, working all the way around a la Ronnie Garvin. He then drops a well placed leg drop across the throat, and goes for a lateral press." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT WATERS: "And with authority, might I add! Zilla is right back on him though, as Garrett sits up. Zilla kicks him hard in the back!" * THWACK! * CROWD: "OHHH!" DANIELS: "Stiff kick there, and now Sawyer has him locked up in a kneeling sleeperhold." MASTERS: "He cinches it in, and the big man already seems to be fading! Bah, these fans need to clam up!" CROWD: "GARRETT! GARRETT! GARRETT!" DANIELS: "Well the support seems to be working, as Garrett starts shaking... with his might, he stands up with Zilla still on his back... OH!" * THUD! * WATERS: "He just fell back, slamming Zilla hard to the mat... that will take the breathe out of you, for sure! Both men are now down on the mat, Garrett more lively, but each trying to gain their bearings." MASTERS: "Garrett pulls himself up with the ropes, and is the first man up... Zilla is up on his knees. Garrett lumbers over to him... BA-DING!" CROWD: "OHHHHH" DANIELS: "Sawyer just used the first trick in the book... he low blowed the giant! Garrett crumbles to his knees, as Zilla slowly gets up. He punches him a few times in the head. Zilla is definitely hurting from that fall a few moments ago, he's favoring his ribs there." MASTERS: "Well, Sawyer will use EVERY trick in the book if he has to... he's at the main event level finally, and he plans to stay there!" WATERS: "And there are NO disqualifications in CZW. The only other way to win a match other than pin fall or submission, is the count out. Zilla bounces off the ropes... and a dropkick to the kneeling giant! Garrett slams back on his back, and Sawyer crawls over and makes the cover." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Kick out, but he doesn't have much energy... it's just a matter of time now for the big vet to take this one to the bank." DANIELS: "Don't count the monster prodigy out just yet, he may be young, but what he lacks in experience he makes up for with sheer strength. WATERS: "Sawyer grabs Garrett by the hair and struggles to pick the massive man up to his feet, but eventually does. Garrett is dazed, as Sawyer nails him with a few more chops." * CHOP! * * CHOP! * DANIELS: "Now Sawyer runs to the ropes... But OH! Garrett delivers a chop of his own so hard, Sawyer slams hard on his back!" * CHOP! * MASTERS: "Good god, Sawyer could have a concussion after that... this Garrett should be illegal!" WATERS: "The fans seem to be behind him, as he picks Sawyer back up... He nails with a kick to the gut, and positions him... this is Garrett's finish! THE STRAIGHTJACKET DDT!" * THUD! * ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . FOOT ON THE ROPES MASTERS: "YES! I knew they were too close to the ropes, and I'm glad Sawyer did too! That surely would have been it!" DANIELS: "Garrett is questioning the ref, he's not sure why it's not three... now I think he understands. He stands back up and picks Sawyer up. He lifts him up and SLAMS him down with a bodyslam. He grabs Sawyer's legs... I think he's going for his other finish, and one of the deadliest submissions I've seen because it's HIM doing it... the Excaliber!" WATERS: "Oh, I don't envy Sawyer here at ALL... that Cross-legged crab could end a person's career in seconds... but wait, Sawyer is doing his best to fight it off. He lifts his knees toward his own chest, causing Garrett to lean forward.. and Sawyer pokes him hard in the eye, what a vicious shot!" MASTERS: "If Sawyer says anything about not being able to see him, I am going to laugh extremely hard." DANIELS: "Sawyer would never be that cheesy. But he is back up now, as Garrett is holding his left eye, still kneeling down. Sawyer is holding his ribs still, that move really took a lot out of him earlier... but he punches Garrett hard in the head a few times, keeping his momentum. He tries hard, and finally pulls Garrett up to his feet..." MASTERS: "Sawyer kicks Garrett hard in the knee, trying to take his wheels out from under him... good strategy." DANIELS: "But Garrett grabs Sawyer's head and nails him hard with a heavy headbutt... that HAS to hurt. Sawyer chops him back with as much strength as he can still dazed." * CHOP! * MASTERS: "And the big man retaliates with another headbutt. That rocked Sawyer, who stumbles back. Garrett launches forth and takes Zilla down with a clothesline. These morons are behind the big man, they'll root for WHOEVER they think is going to win! Stupid Americans." DANIELS: "Those stupid Americans ensure your paycheck, Masters." MASTERS: "Yeah, well! ... Yeah, okay, whatever." WATERS: "Garrett picks Sawyer back up and punches him in the gut... he positions him... here comes a power bomb!" * THUD! * DANIELS: "The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . FOOT ON THE ROPES MASTERS: "AGAIN the veteran finds a way to keep alive! You would think Garrett would learn to move his opponent away from the ropes before going for the pin. His green is showing there." DANIELS: "Garrett, frustrated, picks Sawyer back up. He throws him to the nearest corner, and nails a few body shots. He lifts Sawyer up to the top turnbuckle, looking for the high impact move that will end this match right here." MASTERS: "Ah, but Sawyer delivers a chop to his throat for his trouble! Sawyer then grabs his head... and... is he... well, he is! This might be the first and LAST time we'll say this... Sawyer nails Garrett with a Tornado DDT!" * THUNK * DANIELS: "The crowd boos as Sawyer goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT! DANIELS: "ALMOST! Sawyer is frustrated now... this is a prime example of CZW's diverse roster of talent, we have a lot of high flying, high impact guys... and we have these two monsters in boots, among others like Nasty and Mortius! Sawyer sluggishly gets the big man up back to his feet..." WATERS: "He's trying to throw William to the ropes, but Garrett reverses! Sawyer holds on to the ropes, and Garrett sees it... he charges... Sawyer ducks, and Garrett goes reeling over the top rope and down to the floor right here in front of us!" MASTERS: "I almost had a heart attack, it was like a total eclipse!" DANIELS: "Well the ref begins to count, as Garrett tries to stir... it looks like Sawyer is choosing to stay in the ring, trying to get the win in any fashion he can!" MASTERS: "Again, that's his experience showing, Daniels." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE . . . . . . . FOUR . . . . . . . DANIELS: "Garrett begins to stir, he was not expecting that duck at all so he barely had time to protect himself from the fall. He's up on his knees, grabbing the apron to lift himself up with." FIVE . . . . . . . SIX . . . . . . . WATERS: "Wait, look!" DANIELS: "From the crowd and over the barricade, it's Mountain Man! He's still wearing his ring gear from his match with Finch earlier, and a black "CZW" shirt. Garrett doesn't see him at all!" SEVEN . . . . . . . MASTERS: "MTM is stalking Garrett, as he's almost up to his feet... he turns around... BLOODY HELL!" DANIELS: "Newsome just nailed Garrett hard with a bicycle kick RIGHT to the jaw, knocking the giant right back down to the floor!" EIGHT . . . . . . . NINE . . . . . . . WATERS: "Newsome is talking major trash to the fallen William, standing over him... he's made a very physical point here!" TEN!! * DING DING DING * TOWERS: "Winner by count out... GODZILLA SAWYER!" The crowd boos loudly, as the Godzilla theme plays again. DANIELS: "Wait, what the hell! Sawyer is looking down at MTM and Garrett, and from the opposite side and from down the ramp here comes that dastardly Fiscus again! I knew he wasn't done tonight, I knew it!" WATERS: "He has that CZW World Heavyweight title with him, and he's wielding it like a weapon... Sawyer, turn around! OH!" * THUNK! * The music cuts off. MASTERS: "Damn, Fiscus just laid Sawyer out with that title shot! You should be focusing on Maytard and Mortius, Alan!" DANIELS: "MTM is now leaving back from where he came, and Garrett is laid out still... Alan is doing the same, talking trash to the fallen Sawyer while holding that title up, letting him know who the champ is! I hope ANYONE wins that Riot match but Alan!" WATERS: "Wait! Listen as the jeers turn to cheers! Here comes Maynard O'Toole!" MASTERS: "Oh great, just what we need." DANIELS: "Maynard slides in the ring, just as Alan turns around... Alan goes for a title shot to Maynard's face, but he ducks... Alan turns around and WHAM! He's met with a flurry of punches from the OGT! Alan backs off quickly, and Maynard clotheslines him over the top rope and on to the floor! Alan's in for one hell of a battle at Hatewave, no doubt about it!" WATERS: "Maynard stares down at Alan, who is in shambles... he gathers his composure and looks up at O'Toole with hatred in his eyes. Sawyer is starting to stir, still dazed from that shot to the head. Maynard tells Alan to come on back in the ring and get him some more, but Alan just stares at him, talking trash, and holding that holy grail of a title tight in his arms." MASTERS: "Sawyer shakes his cobwebs loose and is standing up. He's surveying the situation..." DANIELS: "Does he realize Maynard just saved his skin?" MASTERS: "That's a fool's take on it, Jarred. Maynard just wanted pay back on Fiscus because Alan is better than him!" WATERS: "Maynard turns around and sees Sawyer, who just looks at him. They stare at each other for a moment, before Zilla says something.. I can't make it out. Apparently O'Toole heard it though, as he walks up to him and gets in his face. They each talk trash to each other, this four way is heated as hell, I tell you. OH! They've come to blows!" WATERS: "A group of security have run down to the ring, and are trying to seperate Maynard and Sawyer, while a crew of medics came down a few minutes earlier to check on Garrett, who is moving around and seeming more pissed than anything else..." The lights dim and "Tearing the Veil From Grace" starts to play eerily over the speakers, Alan looks around wildly." MASTERS: "That's Mortius' music... but where is he?" Alan suddenly jumps back, looking down at the ring apron in front of him where a gloved hand reached out for his ankle. Now it is seen slowly going back under the apron, just being made out in the light starved arena. DANIELS: "Fiscus wildly throws up the apron cover to reveal... nothing. What the hell was that?" The Combatron flickers and Mortius is there, on what appears to be the arena's roof. MORTIUS: "You appear distressed, confused... don't you understand yet? I _AM_ the shadow, I am every fear you try to hide and every weakness you claim not to possess." Alan looks stricken as the screen flickers again into darkness. The music is still playing through, its now heavy gothic rhythms and screaming voice seeming to fill Alan's features. He makes his way up the ramp as lightning hits the top of the stage, then there, from nowhere, is Mortius, in all his glory, a huge dark cape and piercing white eyes burning into the World Heavyweight Champion standing before him. Alan looks back behind him as the music gets louder then... stops. The lights return, and Mortius is nowhere to be seen. Fiscus, rather than continue up the ramp, runs off to the side and makes his way backstage that way, trying to look in every direction at once, tripping a few times on various wires and equipment scurrying to his feet and literally falling behind the side curtain to the backstage area. DANIELS: "Mortius has definitely got Alan spooked, and he didn't even have to touch him! I love it!" MASTERS: "Well, Maynard and Sawyer are finally separated in the ring, I'm not even sure if they just witness that oddity that is Mortius make his presence felt! I have to agree with you two, and that hardly EVER happens... this four way main event at Hatewave is going to be bloody KILLER!" WATERS: "I can't wait."
Derek Damage is seen walking through the back, a cold, collected look on his face. Suddenly, and with reflexes that seem incredibly quick for a man his age, he hops back as a side door right next to him bursts open. Bryan McNally and Knox Harper tumble through, grappling and punching at one another. Security finally enters and manages to pull them apart, but Damage has lost his temper by this point, screaming at both men. Damage: “That’s IT!! I’ve had it with you punks tearing apart MY show with your stupid, third-grade mentality!! You have a job to do, but it seems that neither of you seem to respect that fact, so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do about it. Effective IMMEDIATELY, you two…are FIRED! Get out of my sight!” McNally glares at Damage and shrugs off security, turning to leave on his own. McNally: “Oh, I’ll be back. You just wait…” Harper, on the other hand, has made his way over to DD and proceeds to plead for his job. Damage, once again wearing the mask of calmness listens to Knox for a few seconds before surprising the now former CZW star with a strong backhand, knocking the taste from his mouth. Damage: “I said you’re OUT! BOTH OF YOU!!” Damage strikes Knox again, this time with a closed fist, followed by a second, knocking him to the floor. DD drives a swift kick to the ribs of Harper knocking him onto his back before he crouches over him, grabbing his hair with one hand and driving his right hand into Knox’s face over and over and over again. After several moments, DD finally stands, glaring down at Harper with disdain. He wipes the blood from his knuckles on the shirt of a security guard, before walking off. Damage: “Get this trash out of here.”
*****
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
***** Overdrive cuts back from commercial right into the pulsating drum beat of "Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction, the audience rising as one to their feet in ecstatic adulation for the man about to make his way out into the arena. DANIELS: Welcome back to CZW Overdrive, folks, where it's MAIN EVENT TIME!!! WATERS: That's right.. it's Ryan Shane.. it's Sam Attic.. it's the X-Title on the line! DANIELS: But before all that, there's the small matter of this contest's SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE! After a few tantalizing seconds, "The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo steps out onto the stage, Cristal by his side, decked out in special attire.. we'll say "loosely-based" on a referee's uniform.
EP stalls on the top of the stage as pyro shoots off, before bounding down the ramp towards the ring, saluting various sections of the audience as he goes. TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CZW X-CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Before the competitors make their way to the arena, allow me to first introduce the Special Guest Referee, as assigned by General Manager, Theresa Baines.. accompanied by Cristal.. he is "The Five Star Superstar".. ELLLLL PABLOOOOO!!!!! DANIELS: Well, El Pablo interjected himself into this match-up after a meeting backstage with "Psycho" Sam Attic two weeks ago, in which the Number One Contender for this belt suggested that El Pablo "may as well be a referee for all the good he does in the ring." MASTERS: A fair point, I thought. WATERS: There's a surprise! DANIELS: I'm sorry, William, but if there's one CZW competitor you can't throw that sort of allegation at, it's El Pablo! He was the first ever X-Champion in this company's history.. he's a former Tag, Intercontinental AND World Heavyweight Champion... MASTERS: Oh, blah blah blah! He didn't earn any of those accolades on his own! Everything he's ever done in this company has been as a result of him riding on the coat-tails of people like Matt Stylez and Ace King, and you know it! DANIELS: Oh, as opposed to your idols Jesse Montana and Alan Fiscus, two people who have never pulled off a clean victory in their life, you mean!? MASTERS: Messrs Montana and Fiscus are the only reason we even HAVE a CZW today! Without them, this company would still be kicking around in the disgusting backwaters of America! Or worse.. Iowa! As Daniels and Masters continue to bicker, EP has by now entered the ring, and completed his traditional routine of saluting the crowd from each turnbuckle. He heads over to Jessica Towers, and whispers something to her. TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen.. El Pablo has just informed me that Cristal will be performing the role of timekeeper for this contest! EP waves at Cristal, who slinks down into the timekeeper's chair by the announce table. MASTERS: And just exactly what does he think gives him the right to make THAT sort of call!? WATERS: ..You're complaining about her being sat two feet away from you? MASTERS: ..Fair point. EP places his hands behind his back, all official-like, and a brief pause ensues before "Crashing" by Gravity Kills hits the soundsystem, the cheers of the crowd instantly transforming into boos as "Psycho" Sam Attic steps out onto the stage. TOWERS: And now, introducing the competitors.. first, from Wichita, Kansas.. weighing in at 220lbs.. "PSYCHO" SAMMMMM ATTIC!!!!! Attic takes a look around the arena, a contemptable sneer on his face, before training his eyes on those of El Pablo, in the ring. He saunters down the ramp, paying no attention to the baying crowd alongside him, and steps through the ropes, his eyes fixed on EP all the way, who just smirks right back at him. DANIELS: Obviously a palpable amount of tension between Attic and El Pablo, as we discussed. Shawn, do you think this'll have any impact on EP's officiating of the match? WATERS: Ehh, I don't think it will. Not unless Attic makes it a problem. EP, recent indescretions aside, is a pretty stand-up guy.. I'd trust him to call it straight down the middle. MASTERS: You're fooling yourself, Waters! EP should never have been allowed to referee this match! There's no way he's gonna let a Fiscus walk away with the belt! Attic's music fades, as he takes up position in the corner of the ring. EP walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, and hops up to sit on the top rope, still continuing the staring contest. A few more moments pass, before "I Never Wanted" by As I Lay Dying hits the soundsystem. The fans reaction is largely the same as it was for Attic, boos raining down upon the reigning X-Champion as he steps out onto the stage, the belt wrapped around his waist. TOWERS: And his opponent.. from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada.. weighing in at 245lbs.. representing Youthful Aggression.. he is the CZW X-CHAMPION.. "The Straight Edge Curse".. RYANNNNN SHANNNNNE!!!!! Shane takes his own look around the arena, a look of pure disgust on his face. He unwraps the belt, and hoists it into the air, causing the decibel levels to increase further still. DANIELS: Well, I'm not entirely sure how "representative" Shane feels of Youthful Aggression at this moment in time, given the increasingly uneasy nature of the relationship between himself and the stable's leader, Brian Kirkland. But, obviously, that's gonna be pretty far from his mind at this moment in time. WATERS: And it has to be, Jarred. He can't allow himself to get distracted, particularly in this sort of environment. Otherwise, he can kiss goodbye to that X-Title belt! Shane marches down the ramp and into the ring, exchanging glances with both Attic and El Pablo, before handing his belt to Towers as she steps through the ropes and down to the outside. The music fades and the lights come up, as EP hops down off the turnbuckle and steps between the two competitors. DANIELS: Here we go then, folks! X-Title on the line, LIVE on CZW Overdrive! EP exchanges a few words with each man, then points to Attic. As he does so, the crowd starts to boo, something which appears to amuse EP greatly. He then points to Shane, drawing a similar reaction from the Indianapolis faithful. He then points to himself, sending the crowd wild with cheering and applause. WATERS: It's not often you see a match where the referee is more popular with the fans than the people actually competing! DANIELS: Such is the unique nature of the Special Guest Referee match.. and such is the reputation of El Pablo! EP laps up the adulation from the fans, before pointing to Attic again, the cheers instantly transforming to boos once again. A point to Shane, and again boos shower the ring. A point to EP, and the crowd pops huge again, EP playing up to it in typical theatrical fashion. MASTERS: Oh for Pete's sake, can we please get on with it!? EP denies Masters his request, repeating the sequence a few more times, as Attic and Shane get increasingly annoyed. As EP continues to push his luck, their patience finally snaps, and they step threateningly towards him. Sensing danger, EP attempts to warn them off by pointing to his "referee's" outfit, retreating up against the ropes... *THUD* DANIELS: OH! OH MY GOD! SHANE AND ATTIC, WITH STEREO RIGHT-HOOKS, JUST KNOCKED EL PABLO CLEAN OUT OF THE RING!!! MASTERS: HAHA!!!!! DANIELS: And NOW we're underway!!! *DING DING DING!* As El Pablo crumples to the floor, Attic and Shane start duking it out, the latter quickly gaining the upper-hand, clubbing Attic repeatedly in the spine and forcing him into the corner. Shane follows up with a couple of chops to the chest, before whipping Attic towards the other corner.. only to have Attic reverse, sending Shane crashing into the turnbuckle. Attic charges, looking for a body splash, but Shane evades, leaving Attic with nowhere to go but straight into the turnbuckle himself. Attic stumbles backwards and turns, right into a Pele kick from Shane that drops him to the canvas. Shane quickly picks Sam back up, and whips him into the ropes.. just as EP had climbed back onto the apron. EP bounces off the announce table and into the laps of the commentators, as Attic rebounds into a pump kick. Shane then heads out to the floor and lifts the apron cover, bringing out various bits of weaponry and tossing them into the ring. The last of these items is a steel chair, which he clutches in his hands as he slides under the ropes. By this point, Attic is getting back to his feet. Shane stalks him, and raises the chair as Attic turns.. and kicks him in the gut, before nailing Shane in the head with a Pele kick of his own. DANIELS: ..we back? Hello? Are we good? EL PABLO: Sup fellas? WATERS: Hey EP, how's it going? EL PABLO: It's going pretty good, I fell down a couple of times there, but I'm okay. WATERS: Awesome.. you, uh, planning on refereeing this match any time soon? EL PABLO: I got this, don't worry! I'm only here to count the pinfall anyway, right? MASTERS: Yes, well just make sure you DO count the pinfall, whoever it is! EL PABLO: Oh Will.. you worry too much. Stick one of your old "..Up-starts?" DVDs on your little monitor there and chillax yourself! WATERS: Please don't, Will.. we REALLY don't need to share in that experience with you. In the ring, Attic hauls Shane to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Shane rebounds, and Attic executes a hip toss, sending Shane crashing down on top of a garbage can. DANIELS: Shane possibly regretting bringing that particular weapon into the fray now... Attic gets back to his feet, at which point he spots EP sat at the commentary desk. This appears to annoy him, as he storms over to the ropes and loudly asks the Five Star Superstar "what the fuck he's doing". EL PABLO: Hey, it's YOUR fault I'm over here! Attic appears unaccepting of this defence. EL PABLO: Alright, alright.. in a bit, fellas! EP removes his headset and crawls gracefully back over the announce table. Attic turns back into the ring, and is promptly met with a garbage can to the forehead, courtesy of Ryan Shane. DANIELS: Shane now showing Attic how it feels! Attic slumps back against the ropes, only to have Shane pull him away and hit his double-underhook backbreaker, politely-titled.. WATERS: Welcome to Hell, Motherfucker!!! Shane makes the cover, and EP slides into the ring to make the count.. ONE! - - - - TW-KICK OUT! MASTERS: SEE! I told you! DANIELS: ..What? MASTERS: That was a fast count! El Pablo's determined to screw Sam out of his title belt! WATERS: Well, 1: It seemed perfectly fine to me, and 2: He kicked out anyway, so what does it matter? Shane picks Attic up, only to quickly floor him again with "A Shot in the Dark". He then heads over to the turnbuckle.. "Double Affliction!" ..but Attic rolls out of the way! However, Shane somehow manages to land on his feet. He then turns round.. and is cracked right in the skull with a steel chair. Shane crumples to the mat, and Attic drops down to make the cover.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - KICK-OUT! MASTERS: Oh this is bloody ridiculous! Shane pins and he can't count quick enough, yet as soon as Sam tries, it's like he's moving in treacle! DANIELS: What match are you watching!? There was NO difference between those counts! Attic exits the ring, and starts to pull a few weapons of his own out from under the ring. Among these is a ladder, which he slides under the ropes, before climbing in after and picking up a fresh garbage can. By this point, Shane is just getting back to his feet, although Attic quickly prevents him getting any bearings by kicking him in the stomach, then clubbing him across the back with the can. Attic then follows up with a half-nelson facebuster, before dragging Shane over towards the corner. DANIELS: Attic suddenly looking in control here, and he looks to have big plans in mind! Attic then grabs the ladder, and SLAMS it down on the motionless body of Ryan Shane. DANIELS: REAL big plans! Attic then steps onto the apron, and climbs up the turnbuckle, EP now just sat cross-legged in the middle of the ring (well, what really IS the point of a referee in a no-DQ match?). Attic points at EP, then makes a "belt" gesture around his waist, before leaping off.. and crashing spine-first onto the metal ladder, Shane having rolled out of harm's way just as Attic did a few moments earlier. WATERS: OHH! NOBODY HOME! Shane slowly pulls himself up in the corner, using the ropes for stability. With Attic sat hunched over in pain, he leaps over the ladder and hits the ropes, nailing Attic with "The Kill Shot". Attic crumples to the mat, as Shane stares out into the crowd, a large amount of booing ringing out in response. Shane then turns back into the ring, and grabs the chair, slamming it down in the centre of the ring. DANIELS: And now suddenly it's SHANE who looks in command! WATERS: That's the thing about the X-Division, Jarred, there's so much unpredictability, it's almost impossible for a single competitor to enjoy any sort of period of control! Shane drags Attic over to the chair, and hauls him back to his feet. He scoops him up, and stalls dramatically for a second or two before hitting his "Sword in the Stone" piledriver, Attic's head bouncing off the steel chair. DANIELS: That could do it right there! Shane covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - KICK-OUT! DANIELS: IT'S O-No, no Attic kicked out! MASTERS: YES!!! IN YOUR FACE EL PABLO!!! Shane pounds the mat in frustration, then starts getting in the face of El Pablo, adamant that he'd managed to put Attic down for the three-count. EP remains defiant, however, and Shane responds by heading out of the ring and under the apron once more. EP half-heartedly checks on Attic, nudging him with his foot, before an increasingly-loud murmer from the crowd cue the camera to cut to a close-up of Shane, who is clutching his trusty railroad spike, a sadistic smile on his face. DANIELS: Bah Gawd.. SHANE HAS THE SPIKE! WATERS: Let there be blood!!! Shane slides into the ring, and takes up position in the corner of the ring, waiting for Sam Attic to start moving. MASTERS: Do something Pablo, you incompetent oaf! This is too far!!! WATERS: You're talking to the guy who invented the Greenhouse Match, William.. I don't think you're gonna get much agreement out of him! MASTERS: SAM!!! WATCH OUT!!! Slowly, Attic starts to stir. He crawls over to the side of the ring, away from Shane, who steps forward, poised and ready to attack. Attic slowly pulls himself up to a standing position.. and turns round.. Shane swings.. but Attic ducks, and hoists Shane up onto his shoulders! DANIELS: Wait a second.. TERROR RIDE! TERROR RIDE! Attic staggers to the centre of the ring.. but his lack of balance allows Shane to slide off. Shane shoves Attic forward against the ropes, and on the rebound, shanks him right between the eyes with the spike! MASTERS: NO!!!!! Attic slumps to the floor, blood already trickling from his forehead. Shane drops the spike and dives down on top of his opponent, hooking both legs as EP drops to make the count.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - TH-KICK OUT!!! DANIELS: BAH GAWD! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! SHANE CAN'T BELIEVE IT! SAM ATTIC IS STILL ALIVE! STILL FIGHTING!!! Shane yells out in anger and frustration, before getting up and grabbing the spike once again. He heads over to the turnbuckle, and climbs up onto the second rope.. DANIELS: Oh my god, what's he gonna do now!? Shane leaps off the second rope, driving the spike once more into the forehead of Sam Attic in a sickening act of desperation that makes even El Pablo grimace slightly. He covers again.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICK OUT!!!!! COMMENTARY TEAM: BAH GAWD!!!!! Shane has now completely lost it, beating the mat repeatedly with his fists. He leaps to his feet, and once again gets right in the face of El Pablo, screaming at him to do his job "properly". EP, however, just starts yelling right back at Shane, a "Pablo" chant ringing out around the arena in support of the referee. This does little to calm Shane down, who raises the spike, as if threatening to use it on El Pablo if he doesn't get his way. DANIELS: He's gonna spike Pablo! For the love of God, Shane has completely lost it here! MASTERS: I can't understand what his problem is! El Pablo's CLEARLY been helping him all match!!! WATERS: Why don't you go and make that point to him, William? MASTERS: I have a job to do, Shawn. I know that may be a hard concept for an Australian to grasp... Eventually, EP appears to calm Shane down somewhat. The champ turns around.. but then snaps back, swinging the spike at Pablo! EP just manages to duck in time, then shoves Shane in the back.. sending him right into the clutches of the revived Sam Attic.. DANIELS: Wait a second!!! *THUD* DANIELS: THE BUS DRIVER!!! THE BUS DRIVER!!! MASTERS: HAHAAAAAAAAAAA! EL PABLO JUST SCREWED RYAN SHANE!!! Attic makes the cover, although EP hesitates for a moment, his hands on his head, before dropping to make the count.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICK OUT!!!!! DANIELS: NO! BAH GAWD IT'S STILL NOT OVER!!! MASTERS: Yes it is! Come on Sam, you've got the referee on your side now!!! DANIELS: I don't think El Pablo deliberately did anything, William.. Shane tried to attack him, and El Pablo just reacted instinctively! WATERS: I'd like to think that's the case too, Jarred.. although, it wasn't long ago we were all questioning El Pablo's character... MASTERS: EXACTLY! Both men are now laid flat-out on the mat, Attic still clearly suffering from Shane's attacks, blood now running freely over his face. EP just sits beside both of them, his cheeks puffed in apparent relief, shaking his head slightly as he then gets back to his feet. DANIELS: Well, I guess we're back to square one! First man to his feet has the BIG advantage! EP surveys the situation, and eventually decides to begin a ten-count.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE! - - - - FOUR! - - Attic starts to stir, rolling onto his stomach. - FIVE! - - As Attic gets up on all-fours, Shane now too begins to move. - SIX! - - - - SEVEN! - - Attic pushes himself up to one foot, as Shane gets up on all-fours. - EIGHT! - - - Attic is up, breaking the count. Seizing the opportunity, he grabs the railroad spike from off the canvas, and as Shane kneels up, he drives it into the forehead of the X-Champ, pressing it into the skin as Shane screams in pain. DANIELS: And now Attic getting a big measure of revenge on Ryan Shane! MASTERS: YES! KILL HIM!!! WATERS: ..Not too far now then, eh Will? MASTERS: Of course not, HE started it! With blood now running down his face as well, Shane desperately throws an arm up, catching Attic with a low blow and bringing an end to his assault. MASTERS: Now THAT is too far! WATERS: You know what, William? ..I'm gonna have to agree! Ouch... Attic drops to his knees, as every male in the arena and at home feels a rare moment of sympathy for the Fiscus brother. Shane gingerly gets back to his feet, his face rapidly becoming as crimson-covered as Attic's. He hits the ropes.. and is caught on the rebound by Attic leaping up and nailing him once more with the spike, Shane actually corkscrewing in mid-air before hitting the canvas. DANIELS: SWEET MOTHER MARY.. RYAN SHANE JUST GOT BAH GAWD DECAPITATED!!! Attic slams the blood-stained spike down on the mat, a faraway look in his eyes. He hauls Shane back to his feet, and hoists him up onto his shoulders, pausing for a moment before hitting.. DANIELS: THE TERROR RIDE! HE HITS IT!!! Attic flops over Shane, and EP drops to the mat again.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! *DING DING DING!* DANIELS: IT'S OVER!!! FINALLY.. IT'S OVER!!! MASTERS: YES!!!!! TOWERS: The winner of this match.. and NEWWWWW CZW X-CHAMPION.. "PSYCHO" SAM ATTIC!!!!! DANIELS: He came so close in the X-Chamber at Summer Showdown.. NOW Sam Attic finally has his hands on one of the most illustrious prizes in CZW! "Crashing" returns to the soundsystem as Attic slowly peels himself off Shane, both men covered in each other's blood. EP collects the X-Title belt through the ropes from Cristal, and heads over to the new champion, a solemn expression on his face. Attic pulls himself up using the ropes, and stares at the belt as EP steps up to him. A brief pause.. and then a small smile spreads across EP's face, as he hands over the gold. DANIELS: Well, these two men may have had their differences going into this match, but I think El Pablo's expression there shows that he, at least, has found a new level of respect for Sam Attic. EP helps Attic away from the ropes, and raises his hand in victory. With a bit of encouragement from EP, the fans actually give Attic a fairly decent ovation.. that is, until he turns and nails the Five Star Superstar with a Terror Ride of his own! DANIELS: What!? NO! DAMMIT! Attic just nailed El Pablo with the Terror Ride! MASTERS: And it's no less than the bastard deserves! WATERS: Just goes to show, Jarred.. Never drop your guard around a Fiscus. EVER. With EP unconscious on the mat, Attic now takes the time to admire his prize, cradling it in his arms as he casts his eyes over the design. After a few moments, he raises the belt above his head, taking the time to add an extra dash of class to the occasion by flipping off various sections of the disapproving crowd. DANIELS: All class, those Fiscuses! MASTERS: Well, these people should be a damn sight more respectful! Satisfied his point has been made, Attic turns and rolls out of the ring, gingerly making his way up the ramp towards the back. Just as he reaches the top of the stage, a voice calls his name.. EL PABLO: Hey Sam... Attic turns back around to face the ring, where EP is still laid on the mat, a microphone to his lips as he stares up at his adversary. EL PABLO: ..I just wanted to congratulate you on your victory. You did what you said you'd do.. you beat Ryan Shane, and in doing so became the NEW CZW X-Champion. HOWEVER.. you'd better make the most of feeling that plush leather strap against your skin while you can.. because I spoke to Theresa Baines earlier tonight.. and, at Hatewave.. you're gonna be defending that belt for the very first time. Your opponent? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Five.. ..Star.. ..Superstar! The crowd EXPLODES, as EP releases the mic and rolls onto his back. The camera focuses on Attic, who just smiles wrily behind his crimson mask, before turning and heading through the curtain to the back. DANIELS: BAH GAWD! WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT! EL PABLO.. SAM ATTIC.. THE NEW X-CHAMPION VS. THE FIRST EVER HOLDER OF THE BELT.. LIVE AT HATEWAVE!!! MASTERS: HE CAN'T DO THAT!!! WATERS: Theresa Baines can though, William, and has! What a match! What a Pay-Per-View! And what a show tonight! DANIELS: We're out of time folks, but don't you DARE miss the next edition of Overdrive, LIVE in two weeks time from Grand Rapids, Michigan!!! WATERS: Bye-bye!
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