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CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
November 15th 2010
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- STREET FIGHT! -=-
-=- CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! -=-
-=- THREE WAY DANCE! -=-
-=- OPENING BOUT: CZW's OWN TAKES ON JAPANESE STAR! -=-
PLUS:
What will the aftermath of that hellacious attack bring?
Will Derek Damage address the issue publicly?
How will the CZW roster respond to Garrett William's immunity from the attack?
AND MORE!
*************************************************************** Overdrive opens with the sight of a sleek, black limousine pulling into the parking lot of the Kobe Green Arena. The camera watches intently as it parks up, waiting for a few moments before the door opens and the giant figure of Garrett William steps out onto the asphalt. Garrett takes a moment to scan his eye over the stadium and its surrounding area, dressed in blue jeans and a standard-issue CZW t-shirt, a pair of aviator shades covering his eyes despite the relatively low light levels outside. The chauffeur removes a large sports bag from the trunk of the limo, and hands it nervously to Garrett, who nods before walking slowly towards the arena. As he approaches the building, the camera turns, now filming from behind, revealing a row of security personel stood in front of the entrance, dressed uniformly in thick black coats, gloves and balaclavas. GARRETT: Jesus, did the old man hire the CIA or what? Garrett gives a half-hearted wave of a gesture to the security as he goes to enter the building. However, the wall does not divide, stopping the behemoth in his tracks. GARRETT: Yo, I'm going in now... The security members still refuse to budge, their heads tilted down towards the floor. Frustrated, Garrett digs into his jeans pocket and pulls out a pass, thrusting it in the face of the nearest guard. GARRETT: Hey, konichiwa! Garrett William.. CZW wrestler.. Still nothing. GARRETT: ..Booked to be in attendance tonight.. any of you assholes understand da Engrish? The security officer directly in front of Garrett raises his head, now looking the giant dead in the eyes. GARRETT: Good lord, he lives! Me.. wressrer! You.. ret me in da buirding! Garrett sarcastically taps the pass, although the guards yet again make no effort to allow him in. Garrett lets out a sigh, and removes his shades, tucking them into the neck of his shirt. GARRETT: Okay, is there some sort of problem here? Finally, the guard makes some sort of body movement, slowly raising his hands and gripping the bottom of his balaclava. He slowly peels it off.. revealing the face of "The Straight Edge Curse" Ryan Shane! Garrett steps back slightly, as a sinister smile spreads across Shane's face. SHANE: Yeah, you could say that. Garrett pauses for a moment, obviously a little taken aback at Shane's presence. After a few seconds, he starts to laugh softly. GARRETT: Oh really... And just what might that problem be now? Garrett folds his arms in front of his chest, as Shane also starts to laugh. SHANE: Well, as it appears your brain is incapable of holding information for more than a couple of hours, allow me to refresh your memory... 31st October.. Horrorcore. Derek Damages gathers the CZW roster at ringside for an "important announcement". Suddenly, Alan Fiscus makes his return, along with the rest of the CZW "Renegades", who proceed to beat the everloving crap out of every single superstar out there. Every single superstar EXCEPT.. you. Now, despite being given pretty much a free opportunity to do something productive for once in your pathetic existence, you decide to turn tail.. to run away.. to totally and completely "bitch out". This wipes the smile dramatically off Garrett's face, the big man making a point of cracking his knuckles as he squares up to Shane. GARRETT: So.. what? You gonna teach me a lesson? Out here? All alone? Shane simply smiles again. SHANE: Oh.. I wouldn't say that... As one, the security guards immediately flanking Shane remove their own balaclavas, revealing themselves to be Alexander Slate, Axel St James, Riley O'Connor, Yoshi Naniwa, Sledge, Dwayne Campbell, Rosman Ballard, Waylon Krew, Tim Timmons and Rob Wright. All eyes turn to Garrett, who looks around at the gang, the cogs in his head visibly wirring. GARRETT: Well well.. seems Mr Shane has managed to assemble himself a little vigilante group after all. Unfortunately, it's gonna take more than a few new kids, a former tin belt champion and Tim Timmons to make this worth my while.. I'll see you around. Garrett turns round.. to find himself face to face with the hooded, hulking figure of Mortius, who is flanked a second later by the somehow-even-more-intimidating Jakob Mayhem. The two stare unflinching at Garrett, who now seems to be realising the potential severity of the situation he finds himself in. SHANE: Nowhere to run this time, big man. Garrett places his hands on his hips, and nods slightly as he lets out a loud sigh. He turns back to face Shane.. THWACK! ..and stumbles backwards as Shane leaps up and drills him in the forehead with the railroad spike. Mortius and Jakob grab him, spinning him round and proceeding to beat up on him, forcing him down onto a knee. Shane and "friends" join in, as a set of headlights switch on from further up in the parking lot, shining right into the camera. Suddenly, from out of the glare step Mike King, Buzzsaw, Ian Chadwick, The Spectacle, Fire & Ice and Mike Monroe; many of them brandishing weapons. Those already attacking step back slightly as Buzzsaw charges in, cracking a kendo stick over Garrett's skull. Garrett crumples to the floor, but Mortius and Jakob haul him back up, holding him in place and allowing Fire & Ice to nail him with a con-chair-to. Garrett stumbles forward, but is immediately taken back down with a ladder to the face courtesy of The Spectacle. Garrett rolls around on the floor, blood now starting to run down his face, although he quickly starts to get back up, growling in anger. Seeking retribution, he grabs the approaching Ian Chadwick round the throat, and fights off the following Johnny Kerosene with a big boot. Garrett hoists Chadwick into the air, but Mike King quickly jumps in, spitting a cloud of green mist into the giant's eyes. Garrett roars in agony, dropping Chadwick to the floor, as Mike Monroe charges up from behind, shattering a light-tube over the back of his head. Garrett stumbles forward, and Kerosene goes for take two, leaping up and driving Garrett's head into the asphalt with the Flying V. With the bloodied Garrett finally looking some sort of unconscious on the floor, the roster's attention is drawn off to the side of the screen, as El Pablo, Eddie Rowan and Cage Stryker wheel a large dumpster over to the scene of the assault. They flip open the lid, and approach the rest of the roster as EP bangs on the side of the dumpster. EL PABLO: Collection time, ladies and gentlemen! Please deposit any and all pieces of shit you may have lying around into your nearest garbage recepticle, so they can be disposed of in the appropriate manner! EP then bounds over to the rest of the group, as they all assist in lifting Garrett to his feet and dragging him over to the dumpster, many taking the opportunity to land a few more blows in the process. After a brief discussion of strategy, and with some prompting from.. well, anyone whose ego demands they be the one to take the lead in counting to four.. they lift Garrett up, and shove him into the dumpster, before EP and Eddie slam the lid back down with a triumphant "BANG!". The roster step back, and take a few moments to admire the results of their handywork, before gradually dispersing and going their seperate ways. We then cut to the interior of the arena as “Gimmie A Riot” blasts through the sound system and the shows opening pyros flare off. BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! The fans are all excited, and there are several signs, many just showing pictures or phrased in bad English, and some written entirely in Japanese. Our cameras catch sight of CZW’s Sign Troll with a sign that has an arrow pointed down at him. Above said arrow are the words “TENTACLE MONSTER.” Daniels: “Welcome to Kobe, Japan for our first Overdrive of the tour! We should have a great show for you tonight, but there is also a shadow looming over CZW as a whole thanks to Alan Fiscus and his band of renegades! Those men assaulted EVERYONE after Horrorcore, including you and I, William!” Masters: “Last I checked, I WAS there getting my ass kicked, Daniels! I don’t need a reminder!” Daniels: “It’s just so….ARRRGH! It was good to see that last piece of garbage Fiscus get his just desserts after abandoning CZW to the renegades at the beginning of this show! Take THAT, Garrett William! And also, security has been beefed up considerably by Derek Damage for this tour to ensure that we don’t get a repeat incident!” Masters: “I feel safer already! Bloody hell, not the lights again!!” The immediate area is engulfed in darkness. The reflected glow of an owl's eyes...the sound of a twig snapping in the distance...the chill night air that freezes the lungs...then a figure slowly emerges from the darkness and into a patch of grass exposed to the moon through a small break in the clouds overhead. The beams cascade down over the shoulders of a man of average height and build, but his face remains immersed in darkness. The man slowly walks around a tombstone planted in the cold, hard earth. He runs his fingers over the top ridges of the cold stone. A soft chuckle barely breaks the silence, followed by a soft, deep, growling voice. "Give me Liberty, or give me Death. Hahahah." A few tense moments pass as the man continues to stare obsessively at the writing on the tombstone, tracing every letter with his index finger. "A plague has possessed Combat Zone Wrestling. An overwhelming plague, which could very well be the downfall of an empire. There are men that would see this phenomenon crumble and fall to the earth, with no remorse to the consequences. Men that have decided to take it upon themselves to change the way this world revolves. Of course, don't get me wrong, I'm no stranger to challenging the authority of this company. But one must choose the lesser of two evils, mustn't he? So I'm calling out to all those in favor of keeping CZW just as fucked up as it already is, without allowing the likes of these renegades to rule over them like some self-appointed government. I'm calling out to every CZW superstar that has the balls to stand up and fight for their way of life. Rise up, and take back what is rightfully yours. Don't stand idly by and watch these tyrants destroy everything that you've ever worked for, simply because they blew the chances they've been given -- another formality I'm not so unfamiliar with. But, I digress. The time for talking is over. The time for action...is now." The man squats down to take a better look at the tombstone, which doesn't seem to belong. Its surface is in much better condition than that of those around it, as if it hadn't been exposed to the elements for such a time. Over the man's shoulder, the engraved name upon the tombstone can be visibly read. "Jeran 'Ra' Hudson. No stranger to rebellion against conformity, are you, Mr. Hudson? But I wonder...have you chosen the right side to cast your loyalties down upon? A question to ponder at night, when you lay your head on your pillow. But of course, you'd ask a question of me in return for your answer. I suppose you'd want to know what my interest is in you. Don't flatter yourself. You're merely the first name on my list. It is my intention, dear Jeran, to take out every single DC Victim on my own, one...by...one. So why should I start with you? Well, I guess it's just the wrong place and wrong time. History has a way of repeating itself, Jeran. History, after all...is the key." The man places his hands on his knees and pushes himself up. He continues looking down at the Jeran Hudson's false tombstone, while reaching into his jacket pocket. He extracts a single black rose and lays it across the top of the stone. With another soft chuckle, the man slowly disappears back into the darkness. The lights reilluminate and we once again see our announce team. Masters: “Oh, well, clearly he is on our side. That’s a relief!” Daniels: “Yes, but who was that, and what is their angle? Perhaps our owner has a few trump cards of his own? Regardless, it’s time for our opening contest! Former CZW Television Champion Rob Wright takes on a star from the Japanese wrestling world, Hideki Kohjima!”
*****
-=- OPENING BOUT: CZW's OWN TAKES ON JAPANESE STAR! -=-
***** The scene switches to ringside where Japanese native Hideki Kohjima is stretching as "In The End" by Linkin Park hits the P.A. system. The Japanese fans in Kobe cheer in excitement at the prospect of seeing live CZW action from a CZW original, Rob Wright. Rob makes his way from backstage and down the ramp, his jaw still bandaged and healing after receiving a curb stomp into the business parts of a strand of barbed wire. He soon joins Hideki in the middle of the ring after doing a quick pose for his faithful fans in the audience. His music fades away as the referee preps both men and signals for the start of the match. The two lock up at the sound of the bell. Rob wins the test of strength, converting into a short arm clothesline, knocking Hideki to the mat. He wastes no time, stomping his downed opponent a few times before attempting a springboard leg drop. Hideki wisely rolls out of harm's way, and Rob takes a hard seat on the mat. Hideki jumps up and delivers a swift dropkick to the chin of Rob Wright. Rob quickly drops to the ground, yelping in pain and clutching his damaged jaw. Hideki heads for the corner and quickly climbs to the top rope. He waits for Rob to rise and turn before leaping off and connecting with a diving hurricanrana, sending his opponent flying to the other side of the ring. Rob pops up in time to turn and see Hideki running straight for him, only to be met by a counteractive power slam from Wright. Rob times Hideki's reaction and executes a perfect springboard Frankensteiner. Rob delivers a few hard stomps to the ribs and torso of Hideki, deliberately trying to send a message. He bends down and lifts Hideki to his feet, and is caught a little off guard by a hard right from Kohjima. The two superstars trade blows back and forth until Hideki swings high and Rob ducks under. Hideki swings around and receives a swift kick to the gut, followed by a Northern Lights driver, courtesy of The Real Deal. Rob remains on the offensive, hitting Hideki with a hard leg drop. He follows up with a display of his technical finesse, locking in a Triangle choke. Hideki sputters and gasps for air, denying the referee's requests to submit. Rob wrenches the choke in harder, determined to get a quick headstart in this match. Hideki wriggles and squirms, but to no avail. Rob squeezes a little harder, but Hideki shows no signs of giving in either. Hideki kicks and flails his feet across the canvas, desperately trying to get a foot on the nearby ropes. The fans begin clapping and cheering with increasing volume. Hideki uses his feet to gradually spin himself into a better position, turning inch by inch, until he finally manages to get a foot on the bottom rope. The referee notices the action and taps Rob on the shoulder, starting his count. --1 - - - --2 - - - --3 - - Rob breaks the choke on Hideki before the referee is forced to disqualify him. He jumps to his feet, but falls back down just as quickly as he drops an elbow across the back of the neck of Hideki. Kohjima grabs at his neck and the back of his head, rolling around on the mat in agonizing pain. Rob wastes no time and heads for the top rope. He watches Hideki squirming around on the canvas, waiting for the right opportunity, then he leaps off and drops a crushing leg drop across Hideki's throat. Rob quickly covers his opponent in an attempt to catch him napping... --1.. - - - - - --2... - - - - - --Kickout! Hideki Kohjima easily gets a shoulder up to break up the pin attempt. Rob jumps off while Hideki pushes himself off the mat. Both superstars rise to their feet. Rob tries a spinning heel kick, but Hideki catches his foot. Before Rob can regain his composure, he receives a hard kick straight to the face! Rob falls to the mat, holding his jaw. Hideki runs and springboards off the middle rope, springboard moonsault! Rob clutches his midsection in pain. Hideki senses an opportunity to pile on the offense and continues his attack with a rolling elbow smash, connecting with Rob's left shoulder. The Real Deal grabs his shoulder now as Hideki jumps to his feet, runs, and practically leaps to the top rope in the corner of the ring. He measures up his opponent, then leaps off with a diving moonsault! He connects! Pin attempt... --1.. - - - - - - - --2... - - - - - - - --Kickout! Rob quickly gets a shoulder up to continue the match. Hideki waits in the corner as Wright stumbles to his feet. Hideki charges with a clothesline attempt. Rob ducks and runs toward the ropes behind Hideki, while Kohjima rebounds off the ropes that were behind Rob. Both men rebound back toward each other, and Hideki pulls off a running hurricanrana! He quickly jumps to his feet, turns away from Rob, and hits The Real Deal with a standing moonsault. Rob is reeling from the sudden outburst of physicality from his opponent. The crowd is roaring with excitement, having just witnessed nothing less than they expected from one of their own. Hideki stalks The Real Deal, lifting him up. He waits for Rob to be standing on his own two feet before slamming him back down to the mat with a Dragon suplex! Hideki takes a moment to play to his hometown fans, drawing louder and louder cheers from the audience. Rob uses the time wisely to gather his thoughts. He climbs to his feet but is yet again dropped, this time by a Tornado DDT at the hands of Hideki Kohjima. Hideki delivers a couple of hard elbow drops to the sternum of Wright. Hideki again poses and flexes for his fans, giving his opponent ample time to regain his composure. This time, Rob takes full advantage of these few spare seconds and rises to his feet. Hideki turns to see Rob is up and bolts toward him, attempting a running head scissor. Rob holds on tight as Kohjima's legs wrap themselves around his head. He haults the momentum and lifts Hideki into the air before dropping him with a powerbomb! Both men remain laying on the mat, trying desperately to catch their respective breath. The fans are chanting now for both men, demanding more non-stop action from the competitors. Both men seem to be more than willing to oblige, as they once again rise to their feet. Hideki swings at Rob, but Rob ducks again and locks a Full Nelson on Kohjima. Rob picks him up and Full Nelson Slams him straight down to the mat. Rob attempts a cover... --1.. - - - - - - - - - - --2... - - - - - - - - - - --Kickout! Hideki kicks out of the pin at the count of two. Both men scramble to their feet. Hideki charges Rob and is taken down with an arm drag. It doesn't phase Kohjima, however, as he bounces to his feet and tries again. Rob lunges, but is met with a stiff stomp to the midsection, doubling him over in pain. Hideki capitalizes with a swinging neckbreaker. Hideki Kohjima quickly flips himself over and wraps his legs around Rob Wright's left arm with an armbar. Hideki wrenches the hold down on Rob's arm, twisting from the wrist at the same time. Rob winces and yells in pain, but refuses to tap out. He rolls his weight over to position himself kneeling above Kohjima, the Japanese superstar's legs still wrapped around Rob's arm. Rob reaches down and lifts Hideki off the mat with his free arm, but Hideki quickly swings around Rob's back, grabs his head, and slams him head first into the mat with a swinging DDT! Hideki jumps to his feet as Wright remains laid out in the middle of the ring. Hideki runs and jumps off the middle rope, another springboard moonsault! Kohjima hooks the leg. --1 - - - - - --2 - - - --Kickout! Rob gets a shoulder up shortly after the two-count. Hideki stands up and brings Rob with him. Rob quickly jabs Kohjima in the gut, catching him off guard. Rob pushes him away just before landing a dropkick to Hideki's chest. Hideki quickly bounces up and is dropped with a swift kick to the temple from Rob Wright! Rob wastes no time and heads to the top rope in the corner of the ring. He measures out his opponent on the way up so as to save time, he leaps! Wright Flight! NO! Hideki's knees go up just in time! Rob's ribcage crashes against the poised knees of Hideki Kohjima! Rob rolls around on the mat in sheer agony, pain etched into every inch of his face. Hideki quickly climbs to the top rope himself, flying off and nailing a corkscrew senton! He jumps up and grabs Rob's legs, attempting a sharpshooter....Rob kicks him in the face! Then another hard right boot to the side of the head! Rob wraps his legs around Kohjima's arm and flips him over, rolling armbar! Now Rob is the one with the armbar locked in and trying to twist off the arm of Hideki Kohjima. Hideki quickly gets a foot on the bottom rope, and once again the referee forces Rob Wright to break his submission hold or be disqualified. Rob lets go of Hideki's arm, but only after bringing his leg down quickly and forcefully onto the face of Kohjima. Rob wastes no time and attempts an attack on the legs of his Japanese foe. He performs the first few steps of the Figure Four, only to have Hideki push him away with his free foot. Hideki kips up as Rob turns around, dropkick. Rob rolls over to the ropes as Hideki climbs to the top turnbuckle. Rob stands and turns around and is met with a diving hurricanrana from Hideki Kohjima! Hideki quickly goes for the pin... --1.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --2... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --Kickout! Hideki slams his fists to the mat in frustration. He lifts Rob to his feet and begins hammering his face with elbow smash after elbow smash. He spins Rob around, places a quick knee in his back, and grabs his head. He drops to the mat with a reverse DDT. He attempts another springboard moonsault, but Rob gets his knees up! Hideki's ribcage crashes down onto the propped up knees of Rob Wright. Both men roll around on the mat for a few moments, trying to catch their breath. They begin to climb to their feet, Kohjima making it their slightly ahead of Wright. Hideki runs and jumps for another hurricanrana, but Wright again counters Hideki! Piledriver! Hideki's neck crumples under the weight of the rest of his body as he falls to the mat, motionless. The crowd is going crazy at the onslaught of attacks from both competitors. Rob Wright stands in the corner, trying to catch his breath. He slowly watches Hideki stand up. Before he can even turn around, Rob grabs him and drops him with the Wright Stuff! Inverted Swinging Neckbreaker! Hideki Kohjima is laid out in the center of the ring, but Wright doesn't look ready to end it just yet. Rob slowly makes his way to the corner and ascends to the top rope. He scans the crowd of Japanese fans and the cheering only gets louder as they realize what is coming up next. Rob takes his final position on the top rope, staring intently down at Hideki. Hideki mistakenly rolls to within striking distance, and Rob leaps! Wright Flight! Five Star Frog Splash to the midsection of Hideki Kohjima! Rob covers! --1... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --2..... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --3!!! The referee calls for the bell! "In The End" hits the speakers as Rob Wright remains seated on the mat in the corner, his hands raised in victory. He rips the hanging remnants of his wrapping from his jaw, revealing several very deep gashes on his face. The crowd in Kobe is roaring with approval of the match and its outcome as the referee helps The Real Deal to his feet.
-Camera cuts to the back stage area, Buzzsaw is sitting on a bench with Sid Simelia standing over him.- Sid Simelia: Listen nobody knows about her, the news hasn’t broken, she kept her word and didn’t go to the press, and is willing to take a DNA test to prove she’s yours. Buzzsaw: Don’t kid yourself Sid, she has my eyes. Sid Simelia: Still better be safe, make sure she’s yours before you hand out money. Buzzsaw: She hasn’t asked for anything, she said she just wanted to know her dad. Sid Simelia: How’s Morgan taking the news? Buzzsaw: She’s acting weird, she isn’t saying anything on the matter, I tried to get a read off her but nothing. Sid Simelia: Listen forget about it for right now, no point worry about it until the test comes back, Buzz you need to focus on tonight, this is a once in a life time chance, think about it, you have the chance to fight for the CZW World Title where it all began for you, I have seen the way these fans look at you, you are a hero to them, now just think if you punch a ticket into the main event at the ppv in Tokyo. Buzzsaw: I know what’s riding on this match, I know this chance doesn’t happen to guys like me, that I might never get a chance like this again let alone to do it in front of people that made me who I am. Sid Simelia: Listen this tour of Japan is about you Buzz, yeah I know that others here in this company have ties to Japan but lets face it, we all know who these people want to see, there is a reason they are giving you this shot right now, you are a bankable draw here, they don’t have to put out much afford if you are booked in the Main Event, plus think about the human interest stories we can put out, it’s perfect, now all you have to do is go out and win this match. Buzzsaw: Well if that’s all I have to do, you make it sound so simple Sid. Sid Simelia: What I’m trying to tell you is you need to push everything aside, Morgan this kid, EVERYTHING! This is your shot, now go out and take it, take what is yours Buzz. Buzzsaw: Listen I don’t need this little pick me up, do you think for one second I don’t know what is riding on this match? Do you think I don’t get it, I have been hyping this tour in Japan up for weeks, and how would it look for me to flop in my first match? What do you think people would think if it’s adopted son goes out and goes on a losing streak? I know they are counting on me, I know that the suits that run this company would like to see me step up because it would make their jobs easier and I know only in Japan would I be given this shot, The land where hardcore wrestling was born, The Hardcore Icon gets his shot, yeah I know it’s intriguing and I know if I fail here tonight I’m out in the cold, so please, don’t stand there and tell me how important this is, I know. Sid Simelia: Good, then go out there and get it down. -Sid turns and walks away from Buzzsaw. He waits till Sid turns the corner and then pulls out his phone and dials a number.- Buzzsaw: Hey, are the results in yet? ***** The camera cuts to the locker room of Fire and Ice. Shawn Waters and Krimzon Blaze are seen walking down the hall. Waters: Dude, I am sooo ready for tonight! Blaze: Tell me about it! These titles are ours! Waters: Definately! Shawn opens the door. He glances inside the room and quickly shuts the door. Blaze: What's up? Waters: Nothing... Blaze: Then let's go in... Blaze opens the door. He looks inside and begins laughing. The camera pans into the room, showing the collage hung on the wall. Various pictures of Ashley Valentine and Shawn Waters decorate the edges, while the centre contains a huge heart with 'SW & AV' written on it. Blaze: Oh look Shawn...she left you a love letter... Shawn reads the letter. Waters: ...forgive you for what you said...celebrate when you win...meant to be together...*sigh*...this is not over... Shawn shakes his head and can't help but laugh. The camera fades out.
*****
-=- THREE WAY DANCE! -=-
***** Masters: Here we go folks Tim Timmons will go on to prove to the world that Ian Chadwick got a fluke win over him. Daniels: If you ask me Timmons is just coming up with excuses as to every time he loses and refuses to take responsibility to his own losses. Sound like a certain former Cleveland Cavalier….. Maters: Not only that but the Sixth Street Saint Riley O’Connor is in this match he is a wild card and I’m sure will help Timmons get a victory. Daniels: Or, ya know, just maybe win the match himself. Masters: Yeah sure whatever he wants to do. Daniels: Well let’s throw it to Jessica for the introductions. King of the World by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to play as some boos are heard and Riley O’Connor is on the stage and makes his way to the ring getting in heated debates with fans along ringside as he makes his way to the ring. Jessica: The following is a Triple Threat Tag Team Match! Making his way to the ring first. He is from Austin, Texas and is known as The Sixth Street Saint RILEY O’CONNOR! Riley slides into the ring as he hops on the second rope posing as the fans boo. Then I’m Shipping up to Boston begins to play as the fans cheer and Irish Ian Chadwick is now on the stage as he points to O’Connor in the ring and makes his way to the ring. Jessica: Next, making his way to the ring. He hails from South Buffalo, New York. IRISH IAN CHADWICK! Ian climbs on the apron and waits on the outside of the ring as Wanted Man by Rev Theory plays and Tim Timmons is on the stage. He is focused on Ian Chadwick who is still on the ring ledge and has not entered the ring as Timmons starts heading to the ring. Jessica: Finally from Toronto Ontario Canada. THE KING OF CHAOS, TIM TIMMONS! Tim Timmons goes to ringside as he is standing behind Chadwick when….. Daniels: Chadwick starts this match off with a spring board Moonsault off of the second rope on to Timmons onto the floor! Masters: He wouldn’t even let Timmons get in the ring, this is hardly fair damn it! Daniels: Look at this though. Riley is up on the top rope now. Ian has picked Timmons and the two are exchanging blows. They both look up at Riley who takes flight….. HE TAKES BOTH MEN OUT WITH A CROSS BODY! Masters: Whoa! This match is off to an electric start. Riley is up and he pulls up Chadwick and rolls him into the ring. He is going for a cover but Chadwick kicks out after a one count. Riley though is in control as Timmons is slow to his feet. Riley turns and this time hit’s a standing Moonsault onto Ian however instead of going for a press Riley mounts and starts raining rights and lefts down on Ian. The referee is checking on Ian as Timmons is back in the ring. Daniels: OH! Timmons with a stiff kick right to the spine as Riley is on the canvas as Ian is still reeling form the shots he took. However, now it appears to be Timmons’ turn to get a piece of Chadwick as he brings the Irish one to his feet. He whips Ian into the far ropes as Ian comes back Timmons drops him with a big close line. Timmons then hops up onto the second turnbuckle leaps off and hits an elbow drop on Chadwick. Chadwick rolls out of the ring as Timmons is focusing his attention on Riley now who is back to his feet. Riley charges and Tim goes for a close line but Riley ducks. Riley keeps going bounces off the far ropes and runs into a big boot from Timmons. Timmons starts stomping on the downed Riley as he takes a minute to pose to the crowd and hearing nothing but boos from the people here in Japan. Masters: The Japanese just need to learn respect. Timmons’ showboating has given time for Riley to get back to his feet. Riley spins Timmons around and kicks Timmons in the midsection. Riley goes for a DDT but Timmons blocks it and hit’s a Northern Lights Suplex. He bridges 1.…2.…no Riley gets the shoulder up. Timmons bangs the mat in frustration as he gets up and walks right into a big Superkick from Ian! Daniels: Ian out of know hits that Superkick and now Timmons is down however, instead of going for the cover it’s Ian’s turn to rain down the fists and boots onto Timmons. Ian is on his feet now as he turns and Riley hit’s a big knife edge chop on Ian. Ian smirks and he hits Riley with a big stuff kick right to the chest that sounded two times as worse as that knife edge chop. Masters: Give it to Riley though, the kid is still on his feet as he grabs Ian and he has him in a Muay Thai clinch. He is now unloading the knees to the head and chest of Ian. Riley now turns the clinch into double under hooks and hit’s a suplex. Daniels: Nice double under hook suplex there from O’Connor who goes for the cover 1.…2... No Chadwick kicks out. Timmons is coming around as Riley is waving Timmons over. The two of them are doing some double team work now it seems. Timmons whips Chadwick into the far corner. Timmons is now whipping Riley into Chadwick as Riley hit’s a huge dropkick right into the chest of Ian. Ian falls forward flat on his face like a ton of bricks as Riley goes for a cover 1.…. And Timmons breaks it up. Masters; It’s still all for himself in this match as he pulls Riley off and starts talking to him. Whatever he just said to Riley he must’ve liked as both men go to Ian and pick him up. Riley lifts Ian up for a Spine buster and Timmons bounces off the ropes. He takes flight and hit’s a close line and Riley and Timmons team up for a Heart Attack! Now Timmons has the cover 1.…. And this time Riley breaks the count. Daniels: Now the two of them are arguing this is an opportunity for Chadwick to catch his breath and get back into this match. Riley with a big push and Timmons takes a step back. Timmons retaliates with a push of his own as Riley tumbles into the ropes but remains on his feet. Riley now steps and hit’s a rolling elbow square onto the jaw of Tim Timmons. Timmons is knocked on his ass as he is still sitting down as Riley bounces off the rope and hit’s the running neck snap. Masters: Much like the one Curt Henning use to perform. Riley is now going for the cover 1...2.… Ian gets over to break up the count. Timmons rolls into the corner as Riley and Chadwick are up and getting ready to throw hands. Riley throws a big left and Ian ducks as Ian hit’s a spinning heel kick right into the temp of Riley. Riley is down as Timmons is sitting in the corner. Daniels: It appears Timmons is going to fall victory to a Southern Buffalo Beat down as Ian is hitting multiple rights and lefts and stomps onto Timmons as Riley is stirring. Ian is focused on the Timmons beat down as Riley starts running towards Ian. Then at the very last second Ian turns and hits Riley with a kick to the midsection. Riley starts walking away gingerly holding his guts as Ian follows him and grabs a hold of Riley’s hair. Riley though kicks Ian in the gut and is going for the lightning spiral. However Ian is frantically trying to prevent it and somehow down as he hits some elbows to the head of Riley. Riley stumbles back as Chadwick throws a big right and Riley ducks. Riley grabs Ian and LAUNCHES him with a big Release German Suplex. Masters: HUGE Move there from Riley he could have Chadwick beat. Where is Timmons though. I think Riley is noticing this as he is looking for Timmons who isn’t in the corner. Oh look, there’s Timmons right behind O’Connor Riley turns and is hit in the head with a big chair shot! Daniels: Timmons is living up to the King of Chaos moniker as he nails Riley with a big chair shot. Timmons throws the chair down very satisfied as he turns around and look who is back on his feet. Ian Chadwick! Masters: IAN CHADWICK JUST LAID TIMMONS OUT WITH THAT WHISKEY LULLABY! Timmons is knocked out as Ian grabs Riley. He sets Riley onto the top rope and he climbs to the second rope. Ian is now on the second rope as he could be going for a superplex? Daniels: NO! IRISH CAR BOMB! SUPER FALCON ARROW OFF THE TOP ROPE! Cover 1.….2.……3! Ian Chadwick is on a roll! I’m Shipping up to Boston by the Dropkick Murphy’s begins to play as Chadwick is back on his feet as the referee raises his hands in the air. Timmons is still out on the outside of the ring as the referee now turns his attention to Riley who is still down in the middle of the ring. Jessica: Your winner of the match. IRISH IAN CHADWICK! Daniels: Irish Ian Chadwick has been impressive upon his return to CZW getting two straight victories and topping a former X Division Champion in Tim Timmons TWICE! Masters: Just some right rust for Timmons who should be back and what a performance from O’Connor who could’ve had this match won had it not been for a massive chair shot from Timmons. Daniels: Yes, this match had it all a very good match and in the end Irish Ian Chadwick emerges as the winner!
Sledge :“So I said, this sushi place smells like …” Jakob: “Sledge, I don’t give two shits about what you said. I am not Derek, so get over it. Now you move to the left and Timmons and Slate to the right, fan out, don’t make yourself an easy target.” Timmons turned and looked at Jakob. Timmons: “Who made you boss?” Jakob: “You got gold? Do any of you three have gold? Then that makes me boss. Now spread out. Dickhead Damage wanted us out here in case the Renegades show up.” The parking lot was dotted with , yeah you guessed it, Toyota’s and few Mercedes. So it wasn’t hard to spot the black van that pulled up at a fast pace and skidded to a stop after spinning around so the back doors faced the foursome. The back doors flew open and a single person dressed in a solid white mask with a black t shirt and black pants sat crossed legged at the edge. Timmons not wasting time ran at the van and was quickly taken down by two assailants also dressed in white masks and black t shirt and pants. One super kicking him from the left and one from the right. Timmons went down like a sack of potatoes. The Flying foot duo grabbed him and threw him in the van as the original person jumped out and watched. In a really bad Japanese accent. Renegade 1: “ohhh, sommma one wanna tarky at you.” The van sat and didn’t leave. The three masked men turned in time to see Slate and Sledge charge at them. Neither made it as a fire hose erupted by, yes a fourth man with white full mask and black t shirt and pants. The blast causing Slate to smash into heads smacking and both men staggering around. The threesome attacked both men beating them down till they stopped fighting back. That left one. Jakob: “Four on one? You think you got enough help? This time I aint tired from winning my match. But you wouldn’t know about that would you? Had a pay check lately?” One of the four stepped forward and seemed to be talking with the sound off. His hands gestured and his head moved as if he meant what he was supposedly saying. Another stepped forward and …. Renegade 3:“You not funny Yankee, we win war.” Laughing at the thought. Jakob: “Then bring it Tojo.” Two ran at Jakob and right past him, he started to turn and stopped as the other two skidded to a stop. Had he turned then he would have seen the first two leap and backflip off the wall and deliver matching spin kicks to the back of Jakobs head. He stumbled forward and was promptly double ddt’ed. He rolled over and yes, his face was bleeding. Taking the masks off, Evan Tyler, Kyle Riley, Sam Attic and Kimo Newton. Smiling as they walk back to the van and screech off …. “Warriorrrrsssss come out and pllaaaaYYYYyaaaaaYYYY” ***** Jarred: "And now we have word that Ryan Lewis is backstage for an interview. Let's go to him." The camera switches from the ring to a hallway somewhere in the back of the arena. Ryan Lewis is standing with a confused expression on his face. Ryan: "Well, I was told to be here but I don't know who it is I'm meeting and..." We see someone step up next to Ryan, someone who is much taller and very strong. We cannot see the man's face, only his chest and huge arms. The camera zooms back to include the man's head into the shot and we see Damage Control victim Caleb Walker standing close to Lewis, glaring down at him. Ryan: "Caleb Walker, you aren't supposed to be here. What...?" Caleb: "JUST SHUT UP, LITTLE MAN! You are Derek's little toad, aren't you? Still getting a paycheck when some mighty fine wrestlers have to wait on the sidelines." Caleb takes a deep breath before continuing while turning to face the camera. "Warriors, demons, and heroes alike Fell to Damage Control but the series did nothing but to ignite a fire in all of our souls. So now, more than ever past it's time to settle the score. Because Derek must be punished. So says Caleb, God of War." Lewis, cringing a bit: "So you wanted me hear to make a threat..." Caleb, cutting Ryan off: "No, little man. You must witness...a reunion of sorts. You WILL come with me." Caleb flexes his muscles and Ryan looks like he's about to pee his pants. Ryan: "All right, I'll go with you." Caleb: "Like I needed your cooperation." ***
CZW proudly presents... A 3 Disc set covering the entire history of the CZW World Heavyweight championship up to this point in documentary style, showcasing almost every amazing title match and getting insight and comments from multiple people within and outside of the business... over 9 hours of CZW action for a low, low price. Just in time for the holidays, CZW presents...
DISC ONE: 2008
01/10/08: CZW's first show, The Rumble For The Gold - Rochester, New York
The Zodiac Thrilla talks about being the first World champion
01/31/08: CZW's first PPV, "Evil Intentions" : Caleb Walker vs. The Zodiac Thrilla (c) - Portland, Maine
02/28/08: "Broken Hearts, Broken Bones" : Matt Stylez vs. The Zodiac Thrilla (c) - Cedar Rapids, Iowa
AMP XTC - CZW's first stable, and the betrayal that followed
03/28/08: "Road to Glory (When Champions Meet)" : El Pablo vs. Matt Stylez (c) - Hamburg, Germany
04/24/08: "No Remorse" : Ace King vs. Matt Styles (c) - Madison Square Garden
Ace King reflects on his first CZW World title reign
05/29/08: "May Massacre (The End of XTC)" : Matt Stylez vs. El Pablo vs. Ace King (c) - Vancouver, British Columbia
06/27/08: "Summer Showdown" : Shawn Waters vs. Jesse Montana vs. Matt Stylez (c) - Los Angeles, California
Jesse Montana: Absolute Power corrupts Absolutely
07/11/08: Assault (Ronnie cashes in his MITB) : Ronnie McNeil vs. Jesse Montana (c) - Tucson, Arizona
08/02/08: "...And Justice For All" : (Cage of Justice) Ace King vs. Jesse Montana (c) - San Antonio, Texas
08/30/08: "Hatewave" : Shawn Waters vs. Jesse Montana (c) - Miami, Florida
09/27/08: "Extreme Intervention" : Thanatos vs. Jesse Montana (c) - Memphis, Tennessee
10/31/08: "Horrorcore" : (Monster's Ball Prison Match) El Pablo vs. Ronnie McNeil vs. Matt Stylez vs. Jesse Montana (c) - Cincinnatti, Ohio
El Pablo reflects on winning the title
11/29/08: "Collateral Damage" : Maynard O'Toole vs. Ronnie McNeil vs. El Pablo (c) - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
12/31/08: "Beginning Of The End" : Maynard O'Toole vs. El Pablo (c) - Milwaukee, Wisconsin
The Whole Damn Show has the belt
DISC TWO: 2009
01/31/09: "Evil Intentions II" : El Pablo vs. Eric Collum vs. Maynard O'Toole (c) - San Juan, Puerto Rico
Eric Collum reflects on his title reign
02/28/09: "Volatile Day" : Eddie Rowan vs. Eric Collum (c) - Austin, Texas
03/28/09: "Road II Glory" : (2009 Tower of Power) El Pablo vs. Ace King vs. Krimzon Blaze vs. The Jackal vs. Shawn Waters vs. Eddie Rowan vs. Ronnie McNeil vs. Eric Collum (c) - Omaha, Nebraska
04/04/09: Overdrive! : Shawn Waters' Testing The Waters with Ace King - Little Rock, Arkansas
04/25/09: "No Remorse II" : Shawn Waters vs. Ace King (c) - Sioux Falls, South Dakota
05/30/09: "Pandemonium" : (Burial At Sea Match) Shawn Waters vs. Jesse Montana vs. Ace King (c) - Fairbanks, Alaska
06/27/09: "Summer Showdown II" : (2009 Ultimate X for both X and WHC titles) Ace King (c) vs. Cage Stryker (X c) vs. Krimzon Blaze vs. KING vs. Brian Kirkland vs. Mike Monroe vs. Tim Timmons
Cage Stryker reflects on the 2009 Ultimate X and what it means to his first reign
08/01/09: "Fade 2 Black" : Tim Timmons vs. Cage Stryker (c) - Boston, Massachusetts
08/29/09: "Hatewave II" : Ronnie McNeil vs. Cage Stryker (c) - Liverpool, England
Derek Damage talks on CZW's trouble and near collapse
11/09/09: "Re-United We Stand" : (Elimination Chamber) Cage Stryker (c) vs. Matt Covey vs. Alan Fiscus vs. Rob Wright vs. Krimzon Blaze vs. The Jackal vs. KING vs. Ace King - Los Angeles, California
Alan Fiscus reflects on the company's bounce back and his first CZW singles reign
12/07/09: Overdrive! : (KoC Cash In) Brian Blaze vs. Alan Fiscus (c) - Dallas, Texas
DISC THREE: 2010
01/10/10 : "There Will Be Blood" : (Riot Match) Matt Covey vs. Alan Fiscus (c) - Rochester, New York
Matt Covey reflects on this match and his feud with Fiscus
03/21/10: "Road To Glory III" : (Stretcher Match) Cage Stryker vs. Alan Fiscus (c) - Atlanta, Georgia
06/13/10: "Summer Showdown III: : The Jackal vs. Alan Fiscus (c) - Madison Square Garden
08/22/10: "Hatewave III" : (Fatal Four Way Riot Match) Maynard O'Toole vs. Godzilla Sawyer vs. Mortius vs. Alan Fiscus (c) - Chicago, Illinois
The Shadow's Reign
10/31/10: "Horrorcore" : (Casket Match) Eddie Rowan vs. Mortius (c) - Melbourne, Australia
Rowan and Mortius reflect on the match and the events that followed
Rowan Realizes a Dream *** The camera cuts backstage. Jenny Jacobs is on stand by, microphone in hand. Jacobs: I'm here with Mr. Money in the Bank, Shawn Waters! Shawn...good to have you. Waters: It's good to be here in Kobe, Japan! Jacobs: I must say...you've surprised a lot of people with your return so far...many people thought that months behind the commentary booth would mean you'd let yourself go...but I must say...you are looking fantastic! Waters: Why thankyou...you aren't looking to shabby yourself. Jacobs giggles. Jacobs: Anyway...you have a match up next...for the tag team titles...how are feeling? Waters: I'm feeling great! I've been preparing all week for this! I'm feeling confident...I'm ready to school these kids! Jacobs: Most definately...it will be a good contest for sure though...when you have superstar of this cali... Suddenly, someone pulls Jenny Jacobs out of shot. The camera pans down to show Ashley Valentine mounted on top of Jenny, tearing at her hair. Shawn rips the girls apart. Waters: Ashley...stop it! Valentine: Stay away from my boyfriend, bitch! Ashley kicks Jenny once more. Waters: Ash! Enough! Get it through your head...nothing is happening between us! Just go home! Shawn storms off stage as Ashley is left fuming. Valentine: We'll be together! I know it! The camera pans back to ringside. Daniels: That bitch is crazy... Masters: Crazy hot! Come to me Ashley! Daniels: Pft...she's like...a third of your age! Masters: Shut it! I'm not that old! ***** The scene suddenly changes to a rather dark room. The camera is pretty shaky for a moment, so we cannot see much detail, but for a moment, it rests on a door in the background with a sign that reads 'Boiler Room'. The camera shifts again to show Godzilla Sawyer, wearing a black shirt T-shirt, black denim jeans, black wrist bands, and an uncharacteristic stocking cap on his head, a cap colored the same dark green as his usual ring wear. Sawyer grins at the camera, less of a happy, cheerful smile, more like a threatening smirk. Ryan Lewis is standing nearby with a frightened expression on his face. Ryan: "I'm here with Godzilla Sawyer for reasons I haven't been told..." Zilla, interrupting: "Quiet, Lewis. You don't even need to be here. We needed the camera. (turns to the camera) So, the game is afoot. I'll be the first to admit, the whole Damage Control scheme was not in my plans, oh no! That caught me by surprise. And while I'd love to say that I was the force behind the final part of Horrorcore, I can't. I came into that plan late in the game. But was I ever glad to lend my heft to that brawl. And why? Well, I'll tell you. But first, I want to introduce my guests of honor. First, we have a former partner of mine, if only briefly. He is a big man, a powerhouse, a god amongst men." At that, Caleb Walker, also dressed in a black T-shirt and slacks but still wearing the chain mail headress, steps into the shot behind Godzilla. Godzilla: "Secondly, we have someone who is really not a friend of mine but who now has the same cause as myself, another huge, strong man who can be ruthless when you get on his bad side." From the other side of the camera steps The Mountain Man, who just glares at the camera. Godzilla: "Ah, Sawyer, Walker, and Newsome, together again. Now what does that remind me of. Oh, yes! Next Generation. But amazingly, there is something missing! Now let me introduce my guest of honor, the inestimable Tim Timmons." Godzilla nods his head left, and the camera pans left until it centers on Timmons. Tim has been bound by loops of duct tape to what appears to be an old elementary school desk, the kind where the desk and chair are attached into one unit. Timmons is glaring at the others and grunting through the grey tape that seals his mouth shut. For a moment, the screen splits into two images, the second being of Derek Damage in his office. Damage: "Get security down there! The door said the Boiler Room! Find out here that is!" Back to just Sawyer and his crew in the darkened room. Godzilla: "Oh, what is the matter Tim? Remember what you did to my niece? Are you just a little baby who can dish it out but can't take it? I shouldn't really expect any better from you, should I? I wonder if you would like a moment to respond. Josh, if you would?" The Mountain Man steps up to Timmons, smirks just a little...then rips the tape from Timmons mouth, taking with it whatever hair Timmons had grown up to that moment. Timmons: "AARRGH! YOU BIG PIECE OF CRAP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING? LET ME GO OR I'LL..." Just a quickly Walker pulls out another piece of duct tape and presses it over Tim's mouth, Timmons struggling and shouting beneath the gag. Sawyer steps in close to Tim. Sawyer: "The main reason I chose you for this, Tim, is the fact that you were the only member of Next Gen to survive Damage Control, and you seem more than willing to just go one with your career as if there were nothing you could do. Honestly, it could have been anyone who still has an active contract with CZW. But with Caleb, Joshua, and myself together again, it seemed shameful to leave you out of the festivities. (looking at the camera) The fact is, there are quite a few things that could have been done. I mean, the only way Horrorcore could be successful is if there were some marquee names to participate. Now, what would have happened if guys like Rowan, Mortius, El Pablo, Brian Blaze, Krimson Blaze, and Tim Timmons just stood up to Damage and said, "If you continue this, we won't work Horrorcore either, and you will have no show." Would Damage have fired every single member of the roster and replaced them? Who would watch that crap? Horrorcore would have been the biggest failure in wrestling Pay-Per-View history. You see, together there is a certain amount of power that we, as workers, can wield. But that didn't happen. In fact, some of the guys took advantage of Damage Control to get championships or jockey for title matches. Congratulations for those who won belts. Most of you can thank the fact that the rest of us, guys like the Fiscus', Kirkland, Montana, myself, and so many others, weren't available for the show. So I'm really glad that you rose to the occasion." Godzilla waves the camera forward, and it zooms to a close up of his face. Godzilla: "Just don't blame us when you find yourselves the target of our wrath. You turned your backs, left us to our fates, took advantage of Damage Control to position yourselves. When we attacked everyone at Horrorcore, I didn't really choose to beat on Waylon Krew, he was just the one I got to first who didn't already have someone on him. It could have been any of them. And I do mean ANY. Because even my so called friends really don't seem like it anymore. No one would have ever imagined me sharing my stage with Alan Fiscus, Jesse Montana, and some of the others, but such is life. And life for the likes of Derek Damage and the 'winners' of the Damage Control matches...will be hell, just like the atomic hell that my namesake brought to Tokyo back in 1954. There will be a lot of damage and very little control for poor Derek here on out!" Sawyer looks at the others and suggests they follow him, and he turns toward the door. Caleb: "What about Timmons?" Sawyer looks back and shrugs: "Let's see how long it takes for them to find him." They move to leave, and as they do, Sawyer removes the sign on the door that reads "Boiler Room" to reveal the real sign reading "Roof Access". Sawyer, Newsome, and Caleb laugh uproariously as they exit.
*****
-=- CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! -=-
***** Daniels: “I can’t believe that these renegade BASTARDS are still at it! They had their moment when they ruined the ned of Horrorcore! Wasn’t that enough for them!?” Masters: “I don’t bloody know, Jarred…I just hope they stay away from us this time!” TOWERS: "This match is a three way dance and it is for the CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES!" The crowd pops TOWERS: "David Christopherson will be the referee. Introducing first... weighing in at a combined weight of 512 pounds... From Washington, D.C. and The Dungeon Master's Lair... WAYLON KREW & ROSMAN BALLARD!!" "Fuck The System" by System of a Down plays over the PA. Most of the crowd cheers as a small fireworks display goes off. Rosman and Waylon walk out, with the DM standing behind them. Rosman and Waylon are wearing matching black pants, with CZW t-shirts on. All three men pose, and then walk down to the ring. They high five fans as they get there. TOWERS: "Their first opponents... former CZW World Tag Team champions... at a combined weight of 400 pounds... from Sydney and Detroit... Shawn Waters & Krimzon Blaze... FIRE & ICE!!" The crowd pops even louder as "Headstrong" plays over the PA. Both men walk out as another fireworks display goes off. KB is wearing a typical red-and-black outfit, while Shawn is wearing purple tights and has his MITB briefcase with him. They do the same as they pose and high five on their way to the ring. TOWERS: "And their opponents... they are the reigning and defending CZW Global Tag Team champions, and weigh in at a combined 418 pounds... Brian Blaze & Johnny Kerosene... THE SPECTACLE!!" "Let Me Entertain You" plays as yet another fireworks display goes off. The crowd pops loudly, as the champs walk out wearing their "BFriend" t-shirts and the titles around their waists. They pose and also high five on the way down to the ring. With each team in the ring, the referee gets things in order. DANIELS: "This will be a great match, all three teams have proven themselves to these fans and Japan are huge tag team wrestling fans. The champs hand the belts to the referee, and each team is in a neutral corner." MASTERS: "The champs have the obvious advantage to me, as they have held those belts since MARCH... and this is the official first time for Krew and Ballard to be in a tag match. And Fire & Ice? Fire & Ice got beat by one man, so that says it about them." DANIELS: "You're leaving out the fact that the one man was MATT COVEY... a dangerous psychopath that should probably be behind bars." MASTERS: "Oh yes." DANIELS: "This match will NOT be a Tornado rules match, and will start with two men in the ring. And with it being one fall, neither Kerosene or BB have to the be the man pinned or to submit for them to lose their titles." MASTERS: "Tough luck for them, but like I said... they have the advantage, and the William Masters seal of approval." DANIELS: "I'm sure they'd be thrilled to hear that." * DING DING DING * DANIELS: "Well it will be Horrorcore opponents, Shawn Waters and Brian Blaze, starting this one off." MASTERS: "That was an excellent match, and Brian is going to be looking to even the score here." DANIELS: "They slowly lock up... I do believe their match was one of the best on the show, and they're so evenly matched. Blaze pushes Shawn to the one neutral corner, and the ref breaks it up... cleanly." MASTERS: "It's still early." DANIELS: "True. Blaze steps back to the center of the ring, inviting Shawn to join him. Of course does. This little rivalry between them isn't a very... showcased one, if that's the right term... but it's definitely got potential." MASTERS: "It's all in the competitive spirit, Jarred. Brian is burned because Shawn beat him at Horrorcore. He's looking to settle the score here. Like I just said a few moments ago." DANIELS: "Yes, you repeat yourself often. They lock back up... and this time Shawn quickly locks on a headlock. He wrenches in for a moment before Blaze can throw him to the ropes. BB drops to the mat, Shawn hops over. The rebound... and Shawn is met with a perfectly placed standing dropkick! BB is back up, and drags Shawn to his corner to tag in Johnny." MASTERS: "The champs have the most experience, something ELSE I've repeated... and I repeat myself because you people are ignorant and NEED it pounded into your head... Johnny is in, and Brian has Shawn in a full nelson... kick to the gut. BB leaves the ring, and Johnny wrenches Shawn's arm in an arm lock. Shawn grimaces in pain, but looks for a way out of it." DANIELS: "Shawn, the bigger man here, finally flips it around and reverses it, putting Johnny in the arm lock now. He walks over to KB, and tags him in. He keeps the arm lock on, and KB springboards in with a double ax handle to the arm! Johnny in pain now, as KB begins a series of chops." * CHOP * * CHOP * * CHOP * MASTERS: "The smallest man in the match, taking it to Kerosene. KB grabs him and throws him to the ropes... leap frog. On the rebound... drop toe hold! KB runs to the opposite ropes... and baseball slide right into Johnny's left arm! KB flips him over for the first cover of the bout." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "KB is quickly back up, and pulls Johnny up as well. He locks him in another side headlock. He walks a little too close to Krew, and gets tagged on the shoulder. KB is not pleased, as the ref directs him back to his corner. Krew is quickly in, and takes over where KB left off. Side headlock, wrenching in." MASTERS: "The key to a successful tag team is quick tags and working together. And... look at this DM guy. Hopping around ringside like a loon. What a weird guy." DANIELS: "He is a.. unique individual, to say the least. Krew slams Johnny over with a headlock takedown, but Johnny quickly throws on a head scissors with the momentum. Krew breaks it up, and goes to get up but Johnny strategically places a swift kick to the face as both men were getting up. They're up, and Johnny punches Krew a few times. Each team here represents a lot of different styles and techniques, making this match very interesting. Johnny runs to the ropes... but Krew slams him down with a powerslam! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Too early." DANIELS: "Krew picks Johnny back up and tags in Rosman. Rosman goes to the second turnbuckle as Krew scoop slams Johnny down. Rosman with a Falling splash!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . BRIAN BLAZE BREAKS IT UP MASTERS: "Good looking out for your partner there, Scummy!" DANIELS: "Scummy? Oh, right... I think you mean Sleazy." MASTERS: "No, I meant Scummy! BB is back to his corner, and Rosman picks Johnny back up. A punch to the gut, and a throw to the ropes... back body drop... no, Johnny stops and nails him with a swinging neckbreaker." DANIELS: "Both men are down now, but Rosman is a bit fresher. He is back up, and goes to get Johnny... but Johnny makes the tag to Shawn. Rosman backs up a bit, as Shawn re-enters the ring. They nod at each other, and begin circling. They lock up, and Rosman quickly over powers the Australian. A big knee to the gut, followed by two hefty forearms to the back. He pulls Shawn back to his corner, and tags in Krew. Double team here, as they throw Shawn to the ropes... Double back body drop! Shawn got some air on that one! And Krew quickly covers!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Krew picks Shawn back up, and kicks him in the gut. Lifts him up..." * BAM * MASTERS: "Power bomb with authority! Another cover! It's over." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "No, Shawn kicks out! Waylon is a little surprised. He picks Waters back up, and throws him to the ropes. Shawn ducks the clothesline! On the rebound, KB tags Shawn's shoulder... Shawn nails Krew with a cross body.. but no! Krew catches him... but wait, KB with a springboard! He springboards and dropkicks Shawn's back causing Krew to drop! Shawn rolls off as KB is on the move again... Off the ropes... springboard moonsault! He's not done, He's back up... HOLY SHOT! KB with a signature move, and the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . BALLARD BREAKS IT UP MASTERS: "Great save there! That DM guy is going crazy on the outside here! What does DM stand for again?" DANIELS: "Dungeon Master." MASTERS: "... So, he's into BDSM then?" DANIELS: "No, no... Dungeons & Dragons! Haven't you ever watched a Rosman promo?" MASTERS: "Heavens no, are you kidding me?" DANIELS: "Good job with the homework there, partner. KB is back up, and nails Krew with a series of forearms to the face. He runs to the ropes, as the dazed Krew stands up... Another springboard move, this time a springboard flying kick! Krew falls back down, and KB is calling for the top rope!" CROWD: "KB! KB! KB!" MASTERS: "The Mexican midget quickly jumps to the top... He aims... He fires!" * THUNK * DANIELS: "But he misses the frog splash, as Krew rolls out of the way! Krew is close to Brian Blaze... and tags him in." MASTERS: "Blaze on Blaze action here, as BB quickly picks KB up and delivers a European uppercut. Another one. He throws KB to the ropes... kick to the gut! Then a kick to the head... here it comes, SUPER KICK! He calls that the Money Shot! He goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . FOOT IN ROPES MASTERS: "Oh, so close!" DANIELS: "BB is quickly back on him, though, as he lifts him up. Reverse Atomic Drop! Now he lifts him up in a vertical suplex... and holds him there." MASTERS: "BB letting all of KB's blood rush to his head, and showing a magnificent sign of strength as he does so. He finally drops him down, splat. BB then tags in his partner, Johnny. They both grab KB... lift him up... double front suplex, slamming KB's face to the mat. BB leaves as Johnny continues to work on the smallest man in the match. He has him up... Mongolian Chop! This Johnny is so diverse, for playing a keytar of all things." DANIELS: "Each man has a vass array of holds and experience, no doubt. The crowd cannot decide who to be behind, so they're cheering whoever is on top." MASTERS: "The Japanese are smart people, they go with the winner." DANIELS: "Right. Johnny throws KB back to the ropes, and another back body drop... no! KB stops and kicks Johnny in the chest! He grabs him... HOLY SMOKES, A KRIMZON DESTROYER!" * THUD * MASTERS: "What an AWESOME move! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "How did he kick out of that!? That's a champion for you!" DANIELS: "Both men are laid out, and slowly begin reaching to their partners for a tag. The crowd is behind this match as a whole, totally. They each reach... and at the same time, they tag their partners! In come Waters and BB, the two who started the match, and they are furiously at each other with punches and kicks!" MASTERS: "BB takes control... but Shawn keeps fighting. BB with a punch... Shawn with a kick, no! BB catches his foot! But--" * THWACK * DANIELS: "Waters nails an enziguri on BB, knocking him out! Waters takes a second to get up, but he does and picks BB back up. Another series of chops." * CHOP * * CHOP * * CHOP * DANIELS: "Shawn then irish whips BB hard into the neutral corner. He comes charging in... right into a boot to the face! BB then gets to the second turnbuckle and grabs Shawn's head... TORNADO DDT!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Good lord this match is awesome. They're both down on the mat, collecting their bearings. They each slowly get up... BB with a punch, no Shawn blocks it. Shawn with a punch, but BB blocks that! BB kicks... no a block! Shawn grabs him... Reverse STO!" DANIELS: "Good move from the MITB briefcase holder." MASTERS: "Wait, what's this? Is that... Ashley Valentine!? She's slowly making her way down to ringside... and I don't think anyone sees her!" DANIELS: "We've seen her recent return to CZW and Shawn's life, but I didn't expect to see her here. She's here to support her man, I suppose." MASTERS: "She needs to be over here supporting my lap!" DANIELS: "Shawn is back up, but instead of continuing, he tags in Ballard. Shawn rolls to the outside." MASTERS: "The big man in, and immediately begins to work on Brian. He picks him up, and slams him right back down with a Full Nelson Slam! He then drops a legdrop! Rosman is up, and all fired up! And that DM guy has GOT to be on crack cocaine, he is having a fit over here!" DANIELS: "He is enthusiastically behind his cohort, Rosman! And this crowd loves them.. they know their D&D!" MASTERS: "You know your D&D too, but I don't mean some silly game, Jarred!" DANIELS: "Should I ask?" MASTERS: "Dudes and MORE dudes!" DANIELS: "Right... sure thing. Shawn has came back over to his side, and sees Ashley. It doesn't look like he's too pleased with her being down here." MASTERS: "Well, he's accepting it and back up on the apron. She is hot, he's probably worried he'll be distracted by a lump in his shorts!" DANIELS: "Rosman picks BB back up and whips him to the ropes... Spine buster slam, with authority! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . JOHNNY BREAKS IT UP DANIELS: "A save there, but here comes KB springboarding in once again! Johnny sees it, and swats away the dropkick! But he doesn't see the second springboard from Waters, and the dropkick connects!" MASTERS: "Krew jumps in and... powerful spear from the big man, taking the air out of Shawn! Rosman is back up... but so is BB, and BB surprises him with a low blow from behind! He picks the big man up... Burning Hammer! The Burning Firecrotch!" DANIELS: "Egad! Krew is up and turns around... and BB nails him with a standing enziguri! The champs are on top for the moment!" MASTERS: "As I predicted. They will retain." DANIELS: "Everyone slugglishly makes their ways back to their spots, as BB and Rosman... the legal men... go back at it in in the middle of the ring. BB in charge after his... fireburning combo there, and has Rosman in a camel clutch." MASTERS: "The frustration that BB has gone through recently is cracking the surface, and he's not as happy-go-sucky as he used to be. He is pulling Rosman by the face with that move, and I think I like this new BB. Rosman finally grabs a bottom rope, and BB lets go. He drags Rosman over to his corner, and tags in Kerosene. They double team him, nailing him with a double Russian legsweep." DANIELS: "BB then turns Rosman over on his belly and puts on the camel clutch once again. Johnny runs to the ropes! Dropkick to the FACE of Ballard! BB leaves as Johnny covers!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Surprisingly, he kicks out! He took a massive shot to the face with that kick. Johnny picks him up, and runs to the ropes... Spinning Calf Kick." DANIELS: "Johnny picks him back up, and irish whips him to the neutral corner. He walks in, and mounts him!" ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! DANIELS: "Kerosene bounces back... Superkick! TURNING IT UP TO ELEVEN!" MASTERS: "The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KREW BREAKS IT UP DANIELS: "Almost retained right there! Krew goes back to his corner, as Kerosene slowly lifts Rosman back up. He runs to the ropes... jumps... Hurricanra--no! Rosman catches him! Power bomb!" * THUD * MASTERS: "Both men out! What a contest." DANIELS: "They so happened to land closer to Krew... and Rosman gets the tag! Krew grabs Johnny before he can make it to BB, and drags him back to the middle of the ring. He then drops a elbow to the small of the back! Another! He picks Johnny up... Fisherman's DDT! Big move here, the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "He kicked out! Wow!" DANIELS: "Krew is frustrated, as he pounds the mat. He picks Johnny back up, and tosses him again into that neutral corner. He runs in with a splash! He then begins lifting him up to the top. He slowly follows... Johnny tries to fight it off, but Krew is too much... He's got him locked in... here he goes!" * THUD! * DANIELS: "Krew went for the Superplex, but Johnny turned it in midair and landed on Krew! The ref goes for the cover!!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Dear lord, another kick out. Amazing match. I've always been fond of tag team matches, wish we had a few more teams in our arsenal." DANIELS: "I agree with you on that one, just think of what teams could have been made from our past. Speaking of our past, have you noticed that all six of these men are still nursing wounds from that heinous attack two weeks ago?" MASTERS: "Of course, just like we've been saying all night. All these guys are beat up still, and we've already seen their attackers near the premises tonight! I'm not sure Derek's security is doing what it's supposed to, but if these blokes keep it up... Derek Damage is not the guy they want to totally piss off, Jarred. That man can be an outright monster when he has to be." DANIELS: "As both Johnny and Krew are still laid out, I agree with you there. I only see horrible things in the future if this keeps up. Even we're not safe, as they attacked us as well! Luckily we sustained minor injuries compared to what they did to the wrestlers, but... that just goes to show... these guys need to be arrested and brought to justice." MASTERS: "They are jealous of the superior product we put on now, but they have to pay consequences, much agreed. Johnny finally makes a tag to Shawn Waters, who comes bursting in... grabbing Krew before he could tag in Rosman. He drags him back, and quickly locks in a Crossface, wearing Krew down even more." DANIELS: "Shawn slides on Krew's back, turning it into a front facelock. The ref has been asking, but Krew still says he won't submit. Shawn leaps up and drops a legdrop over the back of Krew's head! He then picks him up and tags in KB. Shawn Monkey flips Krew towards the center of the ring, and KB springboards yet again... with a corkscrew splash! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Not yet!" DANIELS: "KB lifts the bigger man up, and chops him hard across the chest. A kick to the gut... and he tags back in Shawn. Shawn nails him with a inverted atomic drop... holds him.. and KB comes bouncing off the ropes with a lariat! Old school Hart attack, and Shawn covers!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . ROSMAN BREAKS IT UP MASTERS: "KB quickly on top of things, as he attacks Rosman... here come the Spectacle! Rosman shoves KB off of him, only to see the Spectacle double clothesline him right over the top rope! All three men go crashing to the floor!" DANIELS: "I don't know what Ashley is up to, but she's grabbed a hold of Shawn's briefcase!" MASTERS: "She's just holding it for him, Jarred." DANIELS: "Yeah, OKAY.. I've never watched wrestling before, you take it?" MASTERS: "Oh yeah..." DANIELS: "Shawn continues to work on Krew, as KB is getting up. He sees the carnage on the outside. The three slowly begin getting up, Johnny and BB punching on Rosman... Oh no, KB is aiming... he runs to the ropes..." MASTERS: "KB COMES CRASHING DOWN WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA... but Rosman seen it out the corner of his eye, and moved out of the way at the last split second! KB nailed the champs hard, however!" DANIELS: "On the inside of the ring, Shawn has Krew up and irish whips him to the ropes... what is Ashley doing!? Krew reverse!" * CRACK * MASTERS: "ASHLEY JUST HIT THE WRONG MAN IN THE BACK!" DANIELS: "She closed her eyes and didn't see the reversal! She's shocked as Rosman slides into the ring... Shawn stumbles forward, and Krew catches him... Rosman leaps...!" * THUD * MASTERS: "WHAT A MOVE! That's.. we'll call that the Dungeon Death Drop! KREW COVERS!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!!! MASTERS: "OH NO! HOLY COW!" DANIELS: "OH MY GOD! NEW CHAMPS! NEW CHAMPS!!" * DING DING DING * DANIELS: "Ashley cost Shawn the match! The Spectacle's almost year long reign comes to an end!" TOWERS: "Your winners and _NEW_ CZW Global Tag Team champions... WAYLON KREW & ROSMAN BALLARD!!" The crowd is in a frenzy MASTERS: "That dastardly woman! The Spectacle on the outside, realize they have lost their belts... and what a shame, because they didn't lose the belts themselves! Shawn screws BB yet again!" DANIELS: "Krew and Ballard and The DM are celebrating in the ring, as Shawn is coming to! He realizes Ashley hit him, and she's apologizing immensely for her mistake. What a let down, any of these teams could have won this." MASTERS: "I had money on the Spectacle retaining, blast!" DANIELS: "Well, I'm at a loss... but I DO think Spectacle should get a rematch." MASTERS: "Most definitely, I'd say soon too--wait, why are we cutting to the outside?" The scene cuts to the outside of the building, showing a unwatched door leading inside being shut. As soon as it cut to this, it cuts back to the announcers DANIELS: "Wait, does this mean someone just got inside!? Does that mean another one of those... RENEGADES are in here now!? We have to cut to a commercial!" MASTERS: "...You do realize Showtime doesn't have commercials, right?" DANIELS: "Oh shut up William! It's for fun... AND it allows us time to clean our shorts!" MASTERS: "True!"
As we come back from commercial, we see the face of the new CZW Intercontinental Champion, Ronnie McNeil. He is dressed in a blue CZW polo shirt and khaki slacks, and has the IC title sitting in front of him on the table. He nods to the camera crew, who informs him that they are ready and live. RM: Konichiwa, Kobe. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there tonight to give you the first look of the new champ, but a pesky passport issue has detained me in the US, but rest assured I’ll be in Kobe before the tour is over to give you guys some face time. Now, on to the business of the day. Horrorcore saw yours truly winning this title right here, beating Waylon Krew, Ryan Shane, and the former champion, Mike King. Listening to the three of then this week, they all seem to think that I wasn’t deserving. That I “slid in the back door”…and honestly, I don’t give a damn what either of you think. Waylon, you were not even a part of the finish, so any claim you had is null and void. Ryan…don’t get all pissy because I did something you yourself would have done given the chance. You know it, I know it, and more importantly, Mike King knows it. You pull out all the stops to win a championship. You don’t overlook any detail. And as hungry as I am for gold, that was an opportunity that I wasn’t about to pass up. If anybody out there says that they would, then they’re either lying or not fit to be a winner, let alone be a champion in this business. Win by any means necessary. Defend at all costs. That’s what champions do. That’s why I have the gold. You survive this week Mike, and at the next PPV, you get your return match. IF you survive…..that is. The second piece of business is what happened at the end of the PPV. All the victims of “Damage Control” returned to take their revenge….and everyone still under CZW contract took their lumps. Personally, I’m not upset with any of them. You take away a man’s livelihood behind some power trip, and you’re bound to get blowback from it. I’ll take my lumps as part of being caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. As long as you guys stay out of my business, I’ll stay out of yours. You violate that, and you will not like the consequences. See you next week, CZW. The champ is gone...
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-=- STREET FIGHT! -=-
***** -The camera cuts to the announcers table where Jarred Daniels and William Masters are sitting.- Daniels: Well tonight we are in for a very personal fight between two men you were like brothers, they bonded over their Straight Edge life style but internal problems tore these two apart. Masters: See what happens when you swear off beer and drugs, you walk around pissed off at the world. Daniels: Straight Edge is more than just swearing off drugs and alcohol, to these men it’s about being the very best at what they do and these two men are at the top of their games… Masters: Yeah but could it really hurt them to just have one little shot, hell man I’ll buy…. Daniels: Lets head to the ring and the lovely Jessica Towers. *DING DING DING* Jessica Towers: This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Street Fight….introducing first from Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada…weighing in tonight at 245lbs…..he is the former CZW X-Division Champion…..this is ‘THE STRAIGHT EDGE CURSE’ RYAN SHANE!!!!!!!! ‘Feeding Off Your Weakness’ by xAFBx ft. xREIGNOFTERRORx plays as Ryan Shane steps out from behind the curtain alone. His hands are heavily taped, the Japanese fans are mixed as Shane heads to the ring. Jessica Towers: And his opponent from Buckeye, Arizona….weighing in at 210lbs….he is the former CZW Intercontinental Champion…….please welcome ‘THE PHOENIX’ MIKE KING!!!!!!! Once again these is a mix reaction as ‘Welt’ by Am Conspiracy plays but Mike King doesn’t walk out onto the stage…. Masters: Where the bloody hell is he, we haven’t got all night… Daniels: I have a bad feeling about this… Masters: A bad feeling about this, what you think King is hiding and doesn’t want to come out and face Ryan Shane? Daniels: Um, no, The Renegades have been on a tear and let’s face it they would love to take out a talent like Mike King. Ryan Shane is looking over at David Christopherson who looks confused… Masters: Start counting him out already, let’s get to our Main Event… Daniels: David Christopherson steps out of the ring and starts to walk up the ramp and wait…from out of the fans IT’S MIKE KING!!!! HE HAS A CHAIR IN HAND!!!!! Masters: So Straight Edge is attacking your opponent from behind? Daniels: KING DRILLS RYAN SHANE IN THE BACK AS DAVID CHRISTOPHERSON STARTS TO RUN BACK TO THE RING….. *DING DING DING* Daniels: And we are underway in this very personal grudge match, Mike King drops to his knees and begins to drill Ryan Shane in the face with rights. Masters: Mike King is just assaulting Shane at the start of this match… Daniels: Mike King feels Ryan Shane cost him his title at Horrorcore and tonight he wants take it out of his ass. King rips Ryan Shane up and sends him flying through the middle ropes and outside the ring. Masters: This is what these Japanese fans want to see. Daniels: Mike King runs back to the far ropes and leaps over the tope rope landing on Ryan Shane and both men go crashing into the guard rail. Masters: Mike King summoned his inner Kamikaze with that dive. Daniels: Mike King to his feet and delivers a huge enziguri kick to the chest of Ryan Shane. Masters: These Japanese fans ringside are pounding those bloody thunder stick to death. Daniels: Mike King grabs a pair from a fan and lines up Ryan Shane and smacks those thunder sticks across the ears of The Straight Edge Curse. Masters: That is going to daze Shane… Daniels: Mike King wants to send a message here tonight, he feels slighted that he was passed over for the World Title shot and he’s taking that out on Ryan Shane. King tosses the thunder sticks back at the fan and is looking for something else to hit Shane with… Masters: Mike King is looking under the ring and pulls out a baseball bat, he must have put that under the ring before the match…. Daniels: Mike King has an evil look in his eyes as he stalks over towards Ryan Shane, King swings but Ryan ducks out of the way and King hits the guard rail where Ryan Shane’s head had been, he turns and eats a super kick to the face that sends him over the rail and into the fans…. Masters: Time to take this fight to the people. Daniels: Ryan Shane shaking off the cob webs and climbs over the rail, Mike King is up on one knee and RYAN SHANE WITH A RUNNING BOOT TO THE FACE OF MIKE KING. Masters: Ryan Shane has been a one man assault team of late and he’s looking for his next victim. Daniels: Ryan Shane is shoving fans out of his way to get to King and he grabs him by the hair and lifts him to his feet, and hits him with a huge european uppercut that drives King deeper into the fans, the camera man is trying to fight through the crowd and so is David Christopherson. Both men fight there way to the back of the crowd and to the steps leading up to the upper levels. Masters: Ha, sucks for those fans who paid top dollar for ring side seats. Daniels: Ryan grabs King and shoves him towards the steps but King hits the steps running and flips back into a shooting star press onto Shane wiping both men out. Masters: David Christopherson has finally made his way to the guys and Mike King is covering Ryan Shane… . . . . . ONE Daniels: But Ryan Shane powers out, Mike King rolls over and to his feet as Ryan Shane pulls something out of the pocket of those cargo shorts, Mike King bends over to pull up Shane who takes a swipe at the face of Mike King who jumps back holding his cheek… Masters: He drew blood, Ryan Shane hit him across the face with something and Mike King is bleeding from the face. Daniels: Ryan Shane hit him with a piece of barb wire that he is now wrapping around his taped up right hand, and he measures Mike King and DOTS HIM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH THAT LOADED RIGHT HAND!!!! Masters: King falls to the ground kicking and holding his face, Ryan Shane could have taken an eye out with that punch. Daniels: David Christopherson is checking on King and oh god, he’s a bloody mess… Masters: Damn it Jarred DON’T STEAL MY GIMMIC, I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN USE BLOOD!!!! Daniels: I mean he’s bleeding from the face you moron, nobody wants your stick up the ass gimmick. Masters: The hell they don’t, I’m cool. Daniels: Ryan Shane grabs Mike King by the hair and is pulling him up the steps that is leading to the outer level, Mike King’s face is a mess, and Ryan is just pulling him up each step, they reach the top and the camera man is right behind them. Masters: And look at all those Japs running after them like Godzilla is coming. Daniels: William that word is offensive to the Japanese people… Masters: Well it’s a good thing they can’t understand me then right. Daniels: The security is trying to give these guys room and are trying to hold off the fans as Ryan Shane lifts Mike King onto his shoulders and walks towards a table set for Sledge to do an autograph signing later tonight, Ryan measures it and DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON THAT TABLE!!!! Masters: Pictures of Sledge go flying everywhere, quick grab a few just in case I run out of toilet paper later tonight at the hotel… Daniels: God I hope he hears that and comes looking for you. Shane covers….. . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO Daniels: And Mike King shoots a shoulder up, and the fans go nuts, they want to see more carnage and Ryan Shane kicks the pieces of the table out of his way and is looking for more plunder, Mike King is trying to get to his feet and is pushing pieces of the table off of him, Ryan Shane grabs a mop from the bucket it was sitting in and snaps the mop head off, he flips the handle around in his hands and looks back at Mike King who is up to his feet. Masters: Does Ryan Shane know he’s going to have to pay for that mop? Daniels: Shane swings but Mike King ducks and smashes a piece of the table across the head of the Straight Edge Curse, Shane is off balance for a second and Mike King charges in with a spear that takes both wrestlers into a group of fans watching this fight. Masters: Men, Women or Children, nobody is safe when the CZW comes to down, they can go home tomorrow and tell their friends and family, WING CHANG CHUNG, I GOT TAKEN OUT BY MIKE KING AND RYAN SHANE!!!! Daniels: My god how haven’t you been fired yet? Masters: Well the people that matter know that someone has to carry your ass out here. Daniels: Mike King jumps onto Ryan Shane with a piece of that table and starts to slash at the forehead, and yes, he’s sliced open Shane, he pulls him up and sends him flying over into the merchandise booth. Masters: T-Shirts go flying and there will be a Blue Light Special on blood soaked T-Shirts outside C342. Daniels: Mike King over after him and grabs a pink El Pablo T-shirt and wraps it around the throat of Ryan Shane and is trying to choke the life out of him. Ryan is starting to turn blue David Christopherson is checking on Shane. Masters: I guess in a street fight this counts as a submission. Daniels: Ryan is close to being on dream street and is reaching for anything he can get, he gets his hands on a small box of hats and begins to smash Mike King over his head until he loosens his grip on that shirt. Ryan pulls the shirts away from his throat as Mike King grabs the metal money box and waits as Ryan Shane gets to his feet AND MIKE KING SLAMS THAT BOX INTO THE FACE OF RYAN SHANE AND MONEY GOES FLYING EVERYWHERE!!!! Masters: There goes tonight’s profits, thanks a lot guys. Daniels: Mike King goes for the cover inside the merchandise booth… . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO . . . Daniels: and no, Ryan Shane gets a shoulder up as the refs hand was coming down, Mike King was so close, but now is pulling Ryan Shane to his feet and sends him flying back over the booth and onto the floor. Masters: Well at least they didn’t ruin any of the brand new Krimzon Blaze, ‘I’m hotter than a Chili Pepper’ T-Shirts, go to www.czw.com/shop for yours today. Daniels: Really you are promoting someone’s T-Shirts for them? Masters: He promised to hook me up with some Spanish fly if I did it. Daniels: Mike King with a stiff kick to the ribs of Ryan Shane and then pulls him up and measures a right hand, these two men want nothing more than to just simple destroy the other, wrestling skill has gone out the window here tonight, it’s all about how much pain they can inflect on the other. Masters: Well they are destroying this arena, we will be lucky to be invited back again. Daniels: Mike King sends Ryan Shane flying into the bathroom, wait guys, no that’s the women’s bathroom. Masters: And look at that oaf camera man, yes follow them in there for Christ shakes. Daniels: The these two men have chased the women out of there as Ryan Shane grabs Mike King around the waist and pulls him face first into the sink counter. Masters: Remember, all employees must wash there hands before leaving. Daniels: Ryan Shane wipes the blood from his face and rubs his rib cage as he makes his way to his feet and grabs at Mike King, the barb wire is still around his right hand and it rips at the hair of Mike King. Shane fires Mike King at one of the stalls and he goes crashing through and nearly wipes out a young lady who is trying to pull up her pants and get out of the way. Masters: Thank god she remembered to flush. Daniels: Ryan shoves the lid up and grabs Mike King and slams his face down into the toilet…. Masters: Oh shit, what do you yanks call that? Daniels: Swirly, Ryan Shane is giving Mike King a good old fashion swirly. Masters: Mike King reaches up and flushed the toilet so that the water goes down and he can catch his breath. Daniels: King is pulled back out and Ryan slams his face down across the toilet seat, and then drags him back out onto the bathroom floor and goes for the pin….David Christopherson drops…. . . . . . ONE . . . . . TW….. Daniels: King kicks out, and Shane can’t believe it. Christopherson telling Ryan to take this out of the bathroom and he tries to wipe off his own shirt, and Ryan pulls Mike King out of the bathroom by his hair, they head out into the main level of the arena. Masters: They need to takes this back to the ring before…oh crap, too late… Daniels: Ryan kicks open a Employees Only door that leads to the back where the lockers all, and these fans are following, the security can’t stop them all, Ryan sends Mike King flying into one of those heavy amp cases. Masters: These fans shouldn’t be back there, this is for wrestlers only. Daniels: Ryan charges in with a knee but King drops and Ryan Shane slams into that case, he bounces off and right into a Metallica Kick from Mike King. Masters: The will of these two men is incredible. Daniels: Mike King kicks open one of the locker room doors looking for something, a blond girl goes running for cover and oh god, we didn’t need to see the bare ass of Sid Simelia. Masters: What the bloody hell goes on back there while we are out here, and how the hell does that man score tail? Daniels: Mike King grabs the purse and starts to dig through it, and OH MAN, HE PULLS OUT A TASER!!! Masters: Watch out Ryan Shane, you are about be treated like a sexual stalker. Daniels: King walks back out but Ryan Shane is nowhere to be seen, King starts to walk up the hallway looking for Shane with the taser in his right hand…King looks around the corner but only sees CZW employees and FROM BEHIND RYAN SHANE WITH A TRASH CAN TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF MIKE KING!!!!! Masters: Get the taser, get the taser!!!! Daniels: Ryan Shane doesn’t see it and drops down and MIKE KING LIGHTS HIM UP WITH THAT TASER TO THE CHEST!!!!!!! Masters: I can smell the burnt flesh out here. Daniels: Ryan falls back, and King drops the taser and grabs Ryan’s legs, he’s going for it, yeah King turns him, SHARPSHOOTER!!!! Masters: David Christopher is going to have to call for the bell…. Daniels: BUT FROM BEHIND WITH A METAL CHAIR IS BRIAN KIRKLAND!!!!! HE DRILLS MIKE KING IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND IT BREAKS THE HOLD. Masters: Why on earth would he help Ryan Shane? Daniels: He’s not helping anyone, he’s trying to take both of these men out, and he drops the chair across the throat of Ryan Shane trying to crush his wind pipe. Masters: Wait there is Chris Tolwar, he drops an elbow onto Mike King as Kirkland continues his assault on Shane. Daniels: Kirkland yelling at Tolwar who lifts Mike King to his feet as Kirkland drags Ryan Shane, they pull and carry these two men to the curtain and toss them out onto the entrance ramp, both men are down and David Christopherson just looks at Brian Kirkland. Brian Kirkland: COUNT, COUNT THEM BOTH OUT!!!! Daniels: He’s trying to ruin this match and make it a double knock out and Christopherson looks down at both men who are not moving and starts the count…. . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO . . . . . THREE . . . . . FOUR . . . . . FIVE . . . . . SIX . . . . . SEVEN Daniels: King trying to get to his feet and Ryan Shane is starting to roll over…. . . . . . EIGHT . . . . . NINE Daniels: Mike King is up…but he staggers a bit… Masters: Ryan is up to his knees and not up to his feet… Daniels: Ryan charges in AND RIGHT INTO THE SHINING METALLICA KICK FROM MIKE KING!!!!! Masters: HOLY SHIT!!!! Daniels: Ryan Shane falls to the ramp and the impact floors Mike King, he slowly crawls for the cover….. . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO . . . . . THREE!!!!!! *DING DING DING* Daniels: OH MY GOD WHAT A MATCH!!!! Jessica Towers: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH ‘THE PHOENIX’ MIKE KING!!!!!!! Daniels: Mike King rolls off and gets to his feet and looks down at Ryan Shane as the ref raises his hand, he pulls is away and has a fan toss his a chair… Masters: He’s going to try and finish off Ryan Shane once and for all… Suddenly, the lights in the arena are killed, the enter space plunged into complete darkness. the mumbling of the crowd is all that can be heard, but suddenly, a massive light is turned on. The combat tron springs to life in a barrage of static, the white noise screaming through the speakers, causing some of the Japanese fans to hold their ears in confusion to this strange event. The static begins to clear away, revealing the form of..............Ryan Shane?!?! Ryan appears before the camera sitting on a set of stairs located in the boiler room area of the Kobe Green Arena. A hazy purple light is on in the background, making the smoke fluttering by even more visible. Ryan is leaning forward in a seated position, his head lowered. His clothing all depicts a theme, they are all half-white and half-black, or go with the theme. A long suit coat covers a button-up shirt and a strangely placed tie, each following the dual-color code. Over his hands are two full hand gloves, the right one black, the left white. His suit pants are just the same, as well as the shined dress shoes. Ryan rubs his hands together, then slowly raises his head. As he does this, the feed from the camera begins to distort a few times, even going negative for a brief second, then returning to normal. Ryan's eyes are concealed by the usual pair of aviator shades but a change had been made. The left lens of the sunglasses had a silver tinge to it, the right pitch black. Ryan began to speak, the video distorting again for a split second. Ryan: "A war is a series of many battles, not all as easily won as the others. No army goes without casualties. Michael, tonight, you may have escaped with a win in this battle, but I assure you this war isn't over. I went into this fight expecting defeat, embracing it, but do not believe you're a superior being. Don't fool yourself." The video began to warp again, going negative once more before returning to normal in time to catch a smirk forming on the face of the "Chosen One of the Damage Regime".
We come back from the commercial and the fans are still electric. Suddenly, “Slip Slide Melting” plays and the fans in attendance go absolutely crazy at the arrival of the World Heavyweight Champion. Eddie emerges through billowing smoke on the entrance ramp dressed in a pair of dark cargo pants and a black button-down shirt. The CZW World Heavyweight Championship belt is displayed prominently over his shoulder as he makes his way toward the ring, drawing the camera’s attention to his name on the name-plate. Eddie heads up the steps and into the ring, accepting the mic from Jessica and giving her a sly little wink before waiting for his music to cut. Eddie: “You know, I tried to think of the best way to make my first public address as champion. I thought maybe I could do the cliché one and talk about how my lifelong dream has finally been achieved…or I could act all smug and arrogant and say it was destiny. But when I really thought about it, there was only one thing that I COULD say.” He removes the belt from his shoulder and looks at it in his hand, a grin forming on his features. Finally, he simply raises it above his head… “BOUCHE.” The fans, predictably, cheer loudly at this. Eddie: “You know, I do just want to take a moment to thank everyone who helped me get to the top. Mikey, the party animals known as the Spectacle, Spencer. You guys are my brothers. I want to thank Mortius for going all out in our casket match, a CZW first, and tearing the house down with me. You are, without a doubt, the toughest competitor I’ve ever had to face. I’m sorry to have cut your reign so short, but to be honest…you’re a real quiet dude and Fiscus was an a-hole to everyone…and I think people are just ready for a ‘fun’ World Champion again!” More obligatory cheering here. Eddie: “So, you may all notice that we got our happy asses handed to us at the end of Horrorcore, and from the looks of things, the storm isn’t exactly over. Trust me when I say that we WILL end this one way or another. Alan Fiscus, Justin Marsham, Sawyer…it doesn’t matter who or when or where. CZW looks after their own. Timmons may be the slightly retarded black sheep of the family, but he’s STILL part of the family, and you guys WILL get what’s coming to you! Now, in the meantime, I’ve got three members of said family who want to come out here and beat the hell out of eachother for a shot at THIS.” Eddie again holds the belt aloft, eliciting another series of deafening cheers from the arena. Eddie: “Let’s get this show on the ROAD!”
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***** Eddie makes his way out to the announce booth, taking a seat by Daniels as “Dead Bodies Everywhere” plays, garnering a HUGE reaction as Buzzsaw heads to the ring. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for ONE FALL to determine the #1 contender for the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, from Akron Ohio…he is ‘the HARDCORE ICON,’ BUZZSAW!!” More loud cheers for the hardcore hero as he makes his way into the ring with his trusty Singapore cane. Buzz appeals for the fans before the music shifts to “Hypersonic,” the loud cheers not quieting a bit as El Pablo makes his way out next. Towers: “Introducing next, from Tijuana, England, accompanied by Cristal, ‘the Five Star Superstar,’ EL PABLO!!” EP and Cristal make their way out to the ring with typical enthusiasm, bringing an aura of high energy. Both enter the ring and pose from adjacent turnbuckles and then cross to the other side of the ring, doing the same there. The fans eat it up, and then the lights dim to nothing and “Tearing the Veil From Grace” plays, the imposing figure of Mortius making his way out to the ramp under a dark blue light. Towers: “And finally, from San Antonio, Texas…’the Shadow,’ MORTIUS!!” Mortius stalks slowly to the ring, not pausing even an instant as he moves up the stairs, onto the apron, and over the top rope. He stares at his opponents before removing his surcoat, a focused look on his face. Daniels: “The lights are back on and now all three competitors are staring each other down. They know what’s at stake here!” Eddie: “Trust me, I’m just as anxious as those guys in the ring to see how this one goes. *DING-DING!* Daniels: "Okay, here we go! All three competitors closing in and trying to divide their attention with each opponent." Masters: "It's like they can't figure out which one to go after first, since they'll be leaving themselves vulnerable to the other." Daniels: "And...oh! El Pablo and Buzzsaw opt to both go after Mortius! Good strategy as 'the Shadow' towers above both of them and possesses a distinct power advantage!" Pablo and Buzz begin flailing away at Mortius with punches and kicks, trying to bring the bigger opponent down. Mortius tries his best to cover up, but takes a few stiff shots before he digs in and retaliates, grabbing Pablo by his suit and SHOVING him hard enough to fling him to the mat! Eddie: "Ow, that hurts, gents. Take it from the voice of experience." Daniels: "Buzzsaw continues the assault, but Mortius fires back with rights of his own, staggering 'the Hardcore Icon' against the ropes. Mortius whips Buzzsaw to the far side...BIG boot to the face on the rebound! The fans here in Kobe cheer loudly for the beast that is Mortius!" Eddie: "That or they're cheering for everyone's favorite flying squirrel who has ascended to the top ropes while Mort was focused on Buzzsaw!" El Pablo has indeed already headed to the high rent district, leaping as Mortius turns to face him and connecting with a picture-perfect missile dropkick that knocks the big man straight down to the mat! EP gets up with a flourish but he presses the attack on the other opponent, Buzzsaw. Masters: "That was a pretty short taunt-break for Pablo. He must really be focused!" Daniels: "Well, think of the prize at stake here! The winner of this match goes on to face the man to my left for the World Championship! There's Pablo with Buzzsaw, whipping him into the turnbuckle! Pablo jumps up, looks like he's going for a monkey flip! OH, but Buzzsaw holds on to the ropes with one hand and shoves EP with the other, sending the X Division champion crashing to the mat!" Eddie: "Buzzsaw always seems to know where he is in that ring and he knows how to use it to his advantage. You don't survive as long as he has in the matches he specializes in without developing a keen ring sense." Masters: "Thank you, Professor." Eddie: "No problem, Willie." Masters: "Grrrr..." Pablo gets to his feet semi-quickly, but Buzzsaw telegraphs him, running in with a BIG TIME clothesline that turns Pablo inside out, which causes the fans to cheer loudly. Mortius is back up, but Buzzsaw takes control of him, rocking him back against the ropes with a series of strikes. He whips Mortius to the far side, but Mortius reverses. Daniels: "Good counter there by the former champ, and Buzzsaw comes back again, BIG BOOT...no, it's ducked this time! Buzz stops short and...OH GOD! Nothing pretty about that, folks! Buzzsaw with a big stomp to Mortius' ankle! Mortius has clearly not fully healed from the casket match at Horrorcore as one single shot took him to the mat!" Masters: "Buzzsaw was pretty smart to exploit that injured ankle. How does it feel, CHAMP, to see him suffering because of an injury YOU caused?" Eddie: "It's an occupational hazard. The whole business is built around inflicting and recieving punishment. Mort's tough. He'll fight through it." Daniels: "Buzzsaw now with a series of elbow drops onto the injured leg! Mortius writhes in pain, clutching his ankle as Buzz turns to face Pablo now, who has pulled himself up in the corner. Buzz climbs the corner and begins raining down punches onto 'the Five Star Superstar, which prompts the fans to count along!" Masters: "Is that what they're doing? I can't understand a bloody thing the people in this country say!" Daniels: "It's a very different culture, that's for sure." Masters: "I'll say. I mean, the whole concept of naming your child by throwing a full set of silverware down the stairs is beyond me." Daniels: "STOP IT!" Buzz gets to the count of 8 before Pablo suddenly drops to the mat and rolls out from under him. Buzz is too slow to turn around and Pablo leaps up, dropkicking him right in the ASS and knocking him over the top rope onto the apron! Eddie: "OW, Pabs with the Five-Star ass-kicking right there! Buzz manages to not eat it completely, though. He's on the apron, but EP isn't done yet! He runs to the far side...dives OVER the top rope and HOLY CRAP! SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB TO THE FLOOR!! The fans here are going totally nuts after that, which puts them in the same catagory as El Pablo for performing that move! That was insane!" Daniels: "Buzzsaw is down and apparently out after that, and it's no surprise! EP is limping a little as well after that landing, and remember he did take a bit of a beating to his leg at Horrocore as well! Pablo heads back in to the ring where Mortius is back up, favoring his ankle. He shakes his head at Pablo, as if to tell him how crazy he is and they slowly begin to pace around each other!" Masters: "Pablo hurt more than just his leg if he thinks he's going to go toe to toe with Mortius. THAT would be the most insane thing he tried in this match by far!" They move to lock up and Pablo goes right after the injured ankle of Mortius. 'The Shadow' anticipated this, however, and he side-steps, protecting the injured limb and clouting Pablo upside the head with a big fist, sending him reeling in a daze! Eddie: "I tell you, getting punched in the head by Mortius is like being hit in the head with a cast iron skillet. If we could see Pablo's eyes under that mask, I bet they'd be rolling around in his head right now!" Mortius pulls Pablo to his feet by his boa and whips him into the ropes, snagging him on the rebound and planting him HARD with a sidewalk slam! Daniels: "Mortius covers for the first pinfall attempt of the match!" 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “Not enough to keep ‘the Five Star Superstar’ down. Mortius pulls Pablo to his feet and begins unleashing a slow series of measured strikes, pummeling him against the ropes!” Eddie: “Looks like Buzz is starting to stir here in front of us, finally. He really got his bell rung there from that powerbomb.” Mortius lifts EP up and bodyslams him hard to the mat, hitting the ropes and executing a big leg drop. He considers the pin, but a glance to the side shows Buzzsaw rolling into the ring, so Mortius instead directs his attention to him. Mortius measures Buzz as he gets his feet under him, charging in with a big lariat, but Buzz counters with a SPINE-BUSTER! Masters: “How did he manage that stunt!? I figured Buzzsaw’s clock was cleaned and good!” Daniels: “It just goes to show you the durability of ‘the Hardcore Icon! EP and Buzzsaw back up, and Buzzsaw charges in...RUNNING DDT from Buzzsaw! The fans are ecstatic!” Eddie: “Pabs bounced about four feet off of those fluffy pink ears after that shot, and he could be done!” Buzz pulls Pablo to his feet, lifting him up and POWERBOMBING him hard to the mat, holding the move into a pinning position! 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Eddie: “Well, looks like he isn’t done yet! Atta boy, Pabs!” Masters: “Showing some favoritism there, are you, CHAMP!?” Eddie: “I couldn’t pick a favorite in this match if I wanted to. I think they all deserve a shot.” Masters: “Typical heroic kiss-ass response.” Daniels: “Buzz is back up after the pin, but Mortius is right there behind him! He hooks him up for a back suplex...INTO A POWERBOMB OF HIS OWN! Mortius hooks the leg!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “Not quite!” Mortius stands but suddenly finds himself the victim of a reverse hurricanrana by EP! 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Eddie: “Holy frijoles, that was a close one!” Pablo is back up and he hits the ropes in a run. He springboards off the middle rope and flies towards Mortius, but ‘the Shadow’ extends a hand, capturing EP by the throat! Buzzsaw is up as well, and Mortius lifts EP up, and chokeslams him INTO Buzzsaw, sending both men to the mat in a heap! Daniels: “Creative move there by Mortius to take both of his opponents out at once! Mortius now pulls Buzz to his feet and shoves him into the corner, laying into him with a series of powerful lifting knee-strikes! El Pablo staggers back up again, but Mortius has seen him! ‘The Shadow’ turns and CLUBS Pablo in the head!” Eddie: “Yeah, but Pabs isn’t done for, yet! He’s retaliating with some chops and kicks of his own! BUZZSAW!!” Buzzsaw takes advantage of the reprieve and moves up to the second turnbuckle, leaping off and catching Mortius with a bulldog headlock, and simultaneously hitting El Pablo with a front dropkick! Eddie: “Now, see, this is a classic triple threat match.” Masters: “If by ‘classic’ you mean a complete cluster, then yes!” Buzzsaw lifts Pablo up and grabs him by the throat with both hands. He lifts him up for the double-choke bomb, but EP counters in the most efficient way possible from that position. Masters: “EL PABLO WITH A KICK TO THE CROTCH! Daniels: “Some fans here in attendance are less happy about that counter than others, but Pablo has avoided a huge move there, that’s for sure!” Eddie: “I’m sure he’s not proud of what he’s done, but desperate times call for desperate measures! Pabs grabs the tender Buzzsaw and sets him up... He grabs Mortius as well...WHOA!! DDT on Mort and a Russian leg-sweep on Buzz at the same time!” Daniels: “Excellent athleticism there by El Pablo! This match is his to win now as-wait, what’s this!? Alexander Slate and Lydia May are heading toward the ring! Lydia seems to be picking a fight with Cristal!” Eddie: “They almost got into it at Horrorcore. EP and Alex had a great match, probably my favorite of the night. Looks like Slate has some unfinished business here tonight.” Masters: “Slate isn’t even doing anything! Lydia is antagonizing Cristal, but Slate is only staring at Pablo who has now taken notice of this exchange. And, of course, EP’s chances of winning this match are dramatically lessened because of his girl!” EP begins yelling at Lydia and then at Slate, stepping half-way onto the apron to threaten his physical involvement. Slate only holds his hands up and backs away, Lydia giving Cristal a final shove before following suit. Daniels: “It’s rumored that these two will be facing eachother once again for the gold on this tour, and I guess Slate wanted to remind Pablo of that fact! Pablo now asking Cristal if she’s okay, but Buzz and Mortius have gotten back up inside the ring! Buzzsaw whips Mortius into the ropes…reversed!! Buzz and Pablo crack heads! EP falls out of the ring and Buzz bounces back! However on the reboud Buzzsaw and MORTIUS knocked skulls as well and both men in the ring fall in a heap!” Eddie: “Well, clearly Buzz got the worst of that exchange, but all three of these guys could be concussed after that. At least Pabs has Cristal to help him get up.” Masters: “Cristal helps me get up, too.” Eddie: “Ha-HA! BOUCHE!!” Cristal tries to help EP get to his feet, and he is able to…only to be DDT’ed onto the floor by a man in jeans and a black T-SHIRT!! Daniels: “MARSHAM!!” Masters: “SAVE ME!!” Even as Eddie’s headset is thrown down, Alan Fiscus and Jeran Hudson have jumped the barricade from two different areas and rushed the ring. Alan rushes Mortius as he had just gotten to his hands and knees and drives him back down with a brutal CURB STOMP!! Hudson punts Buzzsaw right in the face as he tried to get himself up as well!” Daniels: “Get ‘em, Eddie!!” The fans cheer loudly as Eddie enters the ring, connecting with a spinning heel kick on Hudson and regaining his feet just in time to duck a Fiscus clothesline. Instead of attacking Alan, Eddie rushes the other way and takes Marsham off the apron with a diving forearm shot! Masters: “Take that, you renegade scum!! GET THEM, ROWAN!!” Alan and Eddie begin furiously slugging it out in the ring and Eddie gains the upper hand as Alan shoves him back, retreating back to the outside. Daniels: “Look at that coward run! He knows he’s outmatched and-NOO!!!” So focused on his fleeing adversary, Eddie fails to notice that JESSE MONTANA has entered the ring, likewise attired in a black t-shirt and jeans, and he positively FLOORS the champ the instant he turns with the Montana Express!! Alan re-enters the ring with a sadistic grin on his face and he, Marsham, Hudson, and Montana all begin stomping the holy hell out of Eddie as the entire arena boos with deafening force. Those jeers continue even as a security force storms the ring out of nowhere in a vain attempt to restrain the renegades. Daniels: “We’ve got security here, finally, but Fiscus and company are not going down without a fight! These guards are no match for the feral savagery of these renegades!” Masters: “I guess it’s a good thing they brought reinforcements, Jarred! Look at all of them! I’ve never seen this much fuzz! Not even on Jena Cyde’s upper lip!!” The security force TRIPLES in size, almost looking like a mini-riot in the ring as Derek Damage himself appears on the stage, barking orders. The four renegades are finally brought down and cuffed, kicking, flailing and screaming even as they’re led away. Our camera’s follow Derek Damage as he continues to scream at the top of his lungs, following the procession. The four men are loaded up into police cars, some of which sustain cosmetic damage due to the vioent struggle of the detainees. As the cars drive off, Eddie and Karl Jackson catch up with Derek who has calmed somewhat, though he is clearly still seething after this latest incident. Damage: “They won’t have their way. We’ll have a rematch at the next event…” Eddie: “No, screw that. Those guys all deserve better. We’ll all fight it out for the belt.” Damage regards Eddie almost curiously before the hint of a cunning smile crosses his features. He nods once in agreement and then looks back at the flashing lights of the departing police cars, the flashing blue lights bringing this edition of Overdrive to a close.
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