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 Combat Zone Wrestling presents OVERDRIVE! live from - Las Vegas, Nevada - MGM Grand Garden Arena Nov. 23rd 2009
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ ***
-=- FORMER STABLEMATES COLLIDE! -=- ***
-=- TWO OF THE BEST TEAMS IN CZW GO AT IT! -=- ***
-=- THE FORMER CHAMP SEEKS THE TOP AGAIN, FACING THE RIPPER! -=- ***
-=- A DEBUT MATCH AGAINST THE CRAZY CLOWN! -=- ***
-=- A TAG TEAM TORNADO MATCH: CHAMPS VS. NEXT GENERATION! -=- ***
-=- DOUBLE DEBUT MATCH! -=- ***
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CZW's NEW INTRO VIDEO! (courtesy of Rob Keeth)
Fireworks go off as "Breathe Into Me" by Red plays. The camera pans around the packed MGM Grand Garden Arena, showing all the fans and their signs such as:
'CAGE GOT SCREWED!'
'CONGRATS MAYO!'
'WHY DEREK WHY?'
As the theme dies down, the crowd highly anticipate the beginning of the show. The camera cuts to Jarred Daniels and Williams Masters.
DANIELS: "Welcome, everybody, to Las Vegas! Welcome.. to OVERDRIVE!"
The crowd cheers
MASTERS: "Oh, it's great to be back on TV, Jarred. You bastard."
DANIELS: "Well, I will agree with you on that one thing, it is great to be back on television. CZW has the most well-rounded roster, high impact matches, and the best wrestling product today. And tonight, we have one HELL of a line up. We have --"
Suddenly, Daniels is cut off by blaring music. The crowd immediately begin to boo.
MASTERS: "Ohh Ohh, shut up Jarred! THE CHAMP IS HEH!"
FISCUS: "Well, well, well... Las Vegas, Nevada. Home of some of the most WORTHLESS, gambling addicted, ignorant losers I have ever seen in my entire LIFE."
The crowd boos heavily.
FISCUS: "The so-called Sin City. I have to tell you, I'm not impressed with Sin City in the slightest bit. This is the home of Ace King..."
The crowd pops to Ace's mention.
FISCUS: "A retired failure of a human being, a man who isn't really a man after all... just a mere child playing dress up. If you can't hang with the business, the business hangs you. Good riddance."
The pops immediately turn back to jeers. A good sized portion of the crowd are chanting "F*CK YOU FISCUS -- F*CK YOU FISCUS"
FISCUS: "The fact of the matter is, you should all be kissing the ground I walk on! You shouldn't cheer for dead heroes, you should cheer for those who speak the truth! You should cheer for those who always come back, no matter what! You should cheer... for CHAMPIONS."
The chant continues.
FISCUS: "And you see, I am the poster boy for each of those things. I speak the truth. I told the WORLD I was going to fulfill my destiny and claim its title... and I did. Every time I have had to take time off, I have came back. Serious injuries, mental scars, nothing has kept me away from this ring for long. And finally... I won the World title on my first try!"
DANIELS: "No, he didn't!"
MASTERS: "Shut up, yes he did!"
FISCUS: "And now you are going to see how a TRUE champion acts. You people are so used to having false deities as your idols. From your presidents, to your teachers, to your athletic admirees, even down to your parents. They have all failed you. They have let you down your entire lives. But, being the saint I am, I will show you the light. I will lead you all to the path of the righteous and proud. I will show you how you should behave, I will break you of your society-drugged coil. I will show you how to think for yourselves, and no longer remain SHEEP."
The chant picks up, and Alan has to pause as they quiet down.
FISCUS: "You wouldn't see the second coming of your Christ if he slapped each and every one of you in the faces. You're pathetic. LOOK. LISTEN. KNEEL. PRAY. I am the savior! I am the CZW World Heavyweight champion! Not only will I single-handedly resurrect the CZW, I will lift each and every one of you out of your proverbial funk, once and for all! Do you hear me?..."
Fiscus can't help but laugh as the crowd is completely against him now.
FISCUS: "You fools. You think you have a CHOICE!? I am now, and will be for a VERY long time, the king of CZW. As the prophets predicted, a destiny is fulfilled. As the prophets predict, my title reign will be the most glorious reign this company has ever seen. Open your eyes, people."
Fiscus pauses for a moment.
FISCUS: "After all of my hard work at Re-United We Stand, after all the pain I had to go through by stomping KB's face into glass, after that fool Cage somehow won the chamber and then I CASHED IN ON HIS ASS... I should have tonight off. But instead... that POMPOUS ass Jesse Montana took it upon himself to make his first show back as CZW president a self-obsession. He wants the spotlight again, he wants to hog the glory again, whatever. This whole match is ridiculous. Him and Australian's version of Ryan Seacrest, Shawn Waters... against the over-hyped return of Bucky Evans and Big Ugly...against myself, the BEST CZW World champion ever... and my former tag team partner and now bitter enemy, Matt Covey. What a joke. Like no one can see what he's trying to do? Everyone knows I hate Covey. But what he fails to remember, is that I hate him as well. So his trick will not work. I have no problems with annihilating everyone in that ring tonight. I have no problems with winning the match ALL BY MYSELF. I --"
"Sonne" by Rammstein changes the course of the crowd's reaction, the arena suddenly filling with a mass reaction of cheers. Sure enough, "Bad Ass" Matt Covey hits the stage, wearing only his torn jeans and a pair of black; and most likely steel-toed; boots. His mangy hair loosely framing his face, he snarls through his stubbled face and gnashed teeth.
DANIELS: "Business is about to pick up!"
MASTERS: "Who does he think he is?!? He's interupting our world champion!"
DANIELS: "He's a bad ass. There is no rhyme or reason with him! And these fans are loving it!"
Matt ignores his surroundings, his focus pointed square at Fiscus as he approaches the ring. Fiscus takes a step back in the ring, grasping his world title tightly, as though he were afraid of losing it. Matt circles the ring first, his eyes never leaving his former friend as he blindly reaches out to Jessica. She hands him a second mic and then he begins to enter the ring. Fiscus is quick to stall him...
FISCUS: "Now you wait just one f**king second there, Covey! You can't just..."
BAD ASS: "Alan, will you just shut the f**k up? Jesus Christ... You haven't been out here but for a few minutes now, and already we're losing the ratings war. "To who" you ask? Re-runs of the Golden Girls! That's how pathetic you are! You're literally losing to some old broads, half of which are already dead and in the ground. Come on!"
Fiscus looks steamed now as the fans begin to laugh in unison all around the arena.
BAD ASS: "Nobody wanted to hear you bitch and whine about being stabbed in the back, or betrayed, or how Rob Wright had a better Money in the Bank match than you did. And now, nobody wants to hear you try and justify your completely lame ass world title win. Which I must congratulate you on by the way. I don't think anybody would have thought to cash in on an already beaten man after an elimination chamber bout..."
FISCUS: "Listen. I don't know what you think..."
BAD ASS: "Oh wait... That's right... Edge did it a few years ago in WWE. Ouch. Very original."
FISCUS: "I am the SADISTIC SOLUTION!!! I am original!"
BAD ASS: "Oh no, I totally agree. I mean, instead of hitting Cage Stryker head on, you chose to nail him from behind like a sore loser. I've never seen anybody cash in like that before. But doing it the way you did it, something tells me you should have cashed in on the defunct 'Queen of Combat' championship instead."
FISCUS: "Just what are you trying to say?"
BAD ASS: "Several people impressed me in that chamber. The young guns, Krimzon Blaze who you just had to disfigure out of petty jealousy... Hell, even Ace King, a man I share a mutual hate for, stepped out of retirement for one more match."
FISCUS: "Oh what a grand exit that was. Being rolled up by that midget. A match he lost in an effectively short time!"
BAD ASS: "Yeah, a relatively short time that meant more to these people around us than your pathetic title win! But above it all, it was Cage Stryker, who made the biggest impact that night!"
A mixture of cheers and boos shower the ring at the mention of the former champion's name. Matt looks to the crowd as though speaking directly to them.
BAD ASS: "Hear me out now. Everybody was riding the hell out of Cage on the fact that as champion his biggest opposition was Ronnie McNeill and Tim Timmons. He was the only man in that chamber who had something to prove, and by eliminating Alan Fiscus, he proved he was more than a mid-card champ! He proved that pound for pound he was the best man that night!"
The crowd slightly edges more towards cheers, which appears to be enough for Matt Covey's satisfaction.
BAD ASS: "That is, until this ass clown in the ring with me, took the bitch way out."
The crowd begins to boo Fiscus once more. Alan is enraged by this point, nearly shouting as he speaks.
FISCUS: "No... Why don't you say what you really mean? And if I were you, I'd choose my words carefully. I do what it TAKES, and I don't give a damn what you or anyone else thinks."
Matt doesn't hesitate to approach Fiscus so that both men are now nose to nose.
BAD ASS: "What I really mean, Alan Fiscus, is that you're a BITCH! And yeah, you put me out in that match. But it wasn't the dream match either, was it? I'm talking Fiscus vs Covey one on one! No distractions! Just you and me finishing what I started months ago!"
The crowd erupts at the thought of the dream match.
BAD ASS: "The way I see it, you and I are the only men standing in the ring right now. You whine all the time about how pissed you are that I sold you out. So why don't you do something about it, right here, right now?"
FISCUS: "Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you? An easy attempt to sabatoge me so that you can just leave me hanging in our tag match later tonight! I'm not playing your little game, Covey! Believe me, I want your blood way more than you want mine. But it will happen when I SAY it happens! Besides, without me, you don't stand a chance in tonight's match!"
BAD ASS: "Is that so? You know, I seem to recall winning the CZW World tag titles...BY MYSELF...IN A HANDICAP MATCH! So here's what I propose. I can kick the shit out of you here and now, and go on to win tonight's bout faster than you ever could. Or, you can mind your manners patiently and then collect on that ass whippin' after we win tonight instead. Your choice."
Matt lowers the microphone to his side as does Fiscus, the two mouthing unheard choice words back and forth at one another.
DANIELS: "These two could implode at any moment!"
MASTERS: "No! Not like this! Save it for a town and show that deserves it!"
Before the first punch can be thrown, "The Pretender" by the Foo Fighters erupts from the arena's sound system.
DANIELS: "AND HERE HE IS!! The MVP of CZW!!"
MASTERS: "MVP...did you go to the bar before the show started today Jarred? He's no MVP...he lost."
The crowd erupts as Cage Stryker steps out on the stage in his street apparel. He stopps at the edge of the top of the ramp. He paces back and forth as the cheers still seem somewhat divided.
DANIELS: "He is the MVP, because even in CZW's darkest days...night in and night out...Cage Stryker was out there pulling the locker room together...and proving why he was the CZW World Heavyweight Champion. Have you ever seen any other champion do that?"
MASTERS: "Man, quit kissin his ass. He ain't champ anymore. Call him what he is...a big fat loser."
DANIELS: "Alright William...I will. He is the GREATEST World Champ CZW has ever had. He brought honor to a title that had been treated as nothing more than yesterdays garbage. Nothin against Ace King...but during his reign...the World Title almost became obsolete...it was being outshined by the other titles...especially The X-Division Title."
MASTERS: "It's because the champ of that title was just awesome."
DANIELS: "Funny that you say that William..."
MASTERS: "Funny?"
DANIELS: "The X-Division Champion at that time was Cage Stryker."
MASTERS: "What?!!"
The camera returns to Cage Stryker who has finally stopped. He brings the mic to his lips...but doesn't say anything. He just smirks before looking up at the Combat Tron.
- Alan now stands up in a fit of rage and grabs the referee by the collar, desperate to attack him. From behind though is Cage Stryker, though in a pool of his own blood, has found one last bit of energy to mount an attack on an un-suspecting Fiscus…
Daniels: HE’S UP…HE’S UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: it’s a zombie, folks!
Daniels: AMAZING…CAGE HITS AN IMPLANT DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS FINISHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CAN HE GET AN ARM OVER THE BODY OF FISCUS?!
HE COVERS…
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*ding ding ding*
Daniels: STILL CZW CHAMPION…REMARKABLE!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: Travesty.
Daniels: What do you mean, this man put his heart and soul into that match, and he can hardly stand, but he is a great World Champion, the critics have been silenced tonight!
Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THE WINNER OF THE CHAMBER AND STILL CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…CAGE STRY……..
Daniels: Wait…what the hell is this?! Surely not!!!!
Masters: OF COURSE…FISCUS HAS MONEY IN THE BANK…
Daniels: Not now, not like this, not this way!
Masters: FISCUS HAS THE CASE…YES! FISCUS IS GOING TO BE THE WORLD CHAMP AFTER ALL!!!!!!
- The fans quit there frantic cheers as Fiscus is up, blood pouring down his face, and his chest. Cage is holding the Title high in the air like Rocky Balboa, one eyes completely closed. All of a sudden…
*CRASH*
Masters: Fiscus smashes the briefcase over the head of Stryker…and what is this…
Daniels: I can’t believe this…MY GOD THE OVERTHROW ON TOP OF THE METAL CASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: Cage has been dismembered!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: And the referee is forced to count…Money in the Bank, well you clever, clever weasel.
Masters: Weasel? This man is a predator!
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Daniels: DAMMIT CAGE HAD NO CHANCE!
Masters: I forgot about he case, Jarred, you forgot, the whole World forgot, except Fiscus, what a dastardly plot.
Daniels: And you have to feel sorry for Cage, having kicked out everything Fiscus could dish, Cage just had nothing left when it came to cashing in Money in the Bank.
Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….THE NEWWWWWWWW CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…ALAAAAAAAN FIIIISSCCCCUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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CAGE: "Now, they say a picture is worth a thousand words. I wonder how much a video is worth? Cause as you all can see...I did indeed win that match...but unfortunately, I was stupid...and didn't plan ahead."
Matt and Alan are both staring up at Cage. Matt has a smug grin while Alan stands not sure rather to run or remain standing eye to eye with both of his most hated competitors in CZW.
CAGE: "Now yes...here I stand...no longer the Heavyweight Champion. And yes, I had to go on a reflective journey after being utterly embarrassed on PPV in my Hometown of Los Angeles. And you know what?"
The crowd echoes a reponse of 'what.'
CAGE: "I've had plenty of time to think it over...and think about what I'm going to say right here in Las Vegas. And I've decided, the fans would much rather see the two of you go toe to toe. So have a good night."
Cage turns and begins to walk away as the fans seem really confused. Right before he steps out of the curtain he turns around with a huge smile.
CAGE: "GOT YA!! Nah, I do have something to say and I couldn't leave my millions and millions of fans hanging. So here it is. Just two weeks ago...I suffered my utmost defeat to date in the CZW. There it was...the rebirth of CZW...and I thought I would be the man to bring it into it's new era...but instead...I had it stolen from me in a matter of seconds. No...stolen is the wrong word...Alan had every right to cash in whenever he so chose...but I thought he had more respect for the CZW than that. At least all our other MitB winners had enough courtesy to have an official sanctioned match and not kick a wounded dog. But then again...I guess that's how Alan rolls."
Cage stops a moment and shoots Alan a deathly glare.
CAGE: "You know...at least Matt never lost focus on the whole point of the show. This could have possibly been the last ever CZW show...and instead of giving the fans what they wanted...you weaseled your way into a World Title shot. Matt wanted you...one on one...he didn't want the f**king title...just you and him...to finish what you all had started all those months ago. But instead...you ran...you hid behind that briefcase of yours. You knew if you gave Matt what he wanted...you would have never been able to cash in...or even get a World Title shot ever again. He would have dismembered you...and you knew it...that's why you were scared of him...that's why you wouldn't give him the Riot Match he so desired. And you also knew the only way you could beat me is catch me at my weakest moment...and cash in. I proved that when I was the man to eliminate you...and then you cashed in..."
Alan has a look of accomplishment upon his face.
CAGE: "Bet you thought you were pretty smart didn't ya?"
ALAN: "Cage, I am the smartest CZW has to offer. What you call fright, I call opportunity."
CAGE: "Apparently not. You forgot one thing."
Alan smirks.
ALAN: "I haven't forgotten anything."
CAGE: "Yes you did. Cause you see Alan. I have something better than Money in the Bank. Something that I too can cash in at the drop of a hat...and in anyway I see fit. I was the longest reigning CZW World Heavyweight Champion...and with that comes some extra benefits. That's right Alan...anytime I so choose...I can CASH IN...my rematch clause!!"
The fans explode.
CAGE: "That's right Alan...you thought you played me like a little bitch...but you forgot that little detail didn't ya? And here's a couple of other things you forgot to. Although as a champ I was a marked man...only a couple of people had actually earned that right...but you Alan...you have a lot of people that have already earned their spot to face off with you. At the top of the list...is the sole remaining Mr. Money in the Bank Rob Wright. Then you have CZW's very own King Of Combat champion who has earned his spot against the champ...and he is one half of the Hollywood Knights...Brian Blaze. And we also can't forget that Maynard O'Toole is only one step below you as the new Intercontinental Champion. And then the man who's just been waiting for me to shut the f**k up so he can plant you on your neck...Matt Covey."
Alan quickly jumps to the side and looks back at Matt who had just been standing there with a blood thirsty smile.
CAGE: "And Alan...there's more...Ace may not be a threat to you anymore...but what about Krimzon Blaze...the man you cheap shotted during the Elimination Chamber. I think he's still hungry for gold and it won't be forgotten that he was in that match...then there's one Tim Timmons. A man who helped me climb to the top...and I brought him with me. Now that I don't have the title...he can reclaim his glory and go after that World Title as well...heh...and then finally Mr. Rematch Clause himsels...CAGE f**kING STRYKER! And this time when I beat you...you want be able to sneak in with the Money in the Bank and smear my spotlight again. You will feel the same embarrassment as I did at Reunited We Stand. And tonight Alan...I want you to pay close attention to my match against McNally...which is so dubbed THE FORMER CHAMP SEEKS THE TOP AGAIN, FACING THE RIPPER! Well...I don't know what exactly Jesse's planning for that one...but no matter what...I will stay at the top. I've beat the Ripper before...I can do it again. But I guess this time I'm going to have to send a message to you Alan...and I will use McNally to do just that. I'll see you later gentlemen."
Cage smiles and exits through the curtain.
DANIELS: "Cage Stryker is out here making his World Title intentions. Rematch clause Masters, rematch clause."
MASTERS: "That doesn’t mean a damn thing to Alan Fiscus he has beaten him before and he’ll do it again."
Then a royal theme begins to play over the sound system as Alan, Matt Covey and everyone else in the arena is absolutely confused.
MASTERS: "Now what the hell is going on? Can’t anyone in this federation have enough respect to let our World Heavyweight Champion have his time with his people!?"
DANIELS: "Um, news flash. His people hate him Masters."
Just then the music is cut off and Let Me Entertain You begins to play over the sound system. The fans erupt yet again as Brian Blaze makes his way onto the stage. He is wearing one of his colourful Hawaiian shirts and wrestling trunks as a Disasterpiece t-shirt is seen under the Hawaiian shirt. His hair is slicked backed and he's high fiving some fans as the fans are going insane as Brian doesn’t stop at the stage at the end of the ramp way he is making his way to the ring.
MASTERS: "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? This man doesn’t deserve to be in the same arena as Alan Fiscus."
DANIELS: "He did become the King of Combat, another young star who stepped up during CZW’s dark ages and he is in the same ring as Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus."
Brian is in the ring as his CZW X-Division title is around his waist. He has a microphone of his own in hand as the crowd begins to chant his name.
BRIAN: "How in the hell do you follow up a performance like Cage Stryker’s?"
The crowd cheers even more as Brian has to let them settle before he can continue.
BAD ASS: "Brian wait, before you continue. Do you have any smokes?"
BRIAN: "No, sorry Matt I left them in my locker room."
BAD ASS: "DAMN IT! NOW I WANT TO HIT FISCUS EVEN MORE!"
Brian enjoys a chuckle as Fiscus begins to speak.
ALAN: "What in the hell is this? I go away for a few months and now anyone thinks he can share the same ring as me. I’m the World Champion damn it. Who are you to be in my ring?"
BRIAN: "I’m Brian Blaze."
The fans cheer even more as a Brian chant breaks out.
BRIAN: "I’m the current xXx Division Champion, Alan Fiscus. I’m Sleazy Entertainment."
Brian takes his hands and rubs them up and down his chest and abdomen area as the fans cheer.
BRIAN: "However, in this situation I must say the most important thing I am is CZW’s King of Combat! Now, I may have won that in the dark ages, however, regardless of the ages in which it was won. I just happen to get at that beautiful title around your waist. Now, I understand that Cage, rematch clause. I also understand that Matt Covey here, well he just absolutely hates you. However, I’m going to shake things up a bit."
ALAN: "How in the world is someone as insignificant as you going to shake any of this up?"
BRIAN: "Well Alan I congratulate you. Being a fellow champion I know how hard it is to win a title. I also know how hard it is to defend a title everyone is after the target on your back. Now, with that having being said. I’m glad you have finally fulfilled your destiny and the prophecy of you being the biggest Douchebag in CZW history has come to fruition. However, how can you be the greatest champion in CZW history when you won’t even have that title come the next Pay Per View. I’m King, I want my title shot at the next Overdrive!"
The fans go absolutely nuts at what Brian has just said.
DANIELS: "Brian Blaze has officially thrown his name into the hat of contenders!"
MASTERS: "Alan will never allow it!"
BRIAN: "Now, before you can shoot it down princess I just need to say I was talking to our new GM in Jesse Montana. Well, I guess it was his way of being nice, or simply hating your damn guts. However, whatever it was next Overdrive, the Sadistic Solution Alan Fiscus will go one on one with Sleazy Entertainment Brian Blaze with the World Title on the line!"
The fans erupt yet again as Alan simply shakes his head no as Brian leaves the ring. He then stops on the ramp as he turns to look at Alan.
BRIAN: "You know I always thought I would savor being in the same ring as Alan Fiscus one day. However, being in the same ring with you is worse than being in the same ring as log of shit. See ya next Overdrive Alan. Don’t forget to keep my title warm until then."
MASTERS: "Oh my god! Who does that little shit think he is?"
DANIELS: "He’s the number one contender right now. Brian Blaze Alan Fiscus World Title next Overdrive!"
Covey laughs at Alan, as Alan is almost fuming from the ears. Covey leaves the ring, as Let Me Entertain You plays over the PA. CZW cuts to its first commercial break. --- *****-----*****
The show comes back on air. We are in a makeshift office in the arena. It is a nice room by all means, but obviously not a permanent office. Here we see TJ. Hix sitting at the desk and computer terminal looking at some forms. There is a soft knock at the door.
Hix: “If you are supposed to be here at this time, come on in. Otherwise, I’m busy.”
The door opens and we see the young face of Awesome Shawn Duncan peeking in.
Shawn: “I’m actually just a few minutes early…”
Hix: “Early is fine, son. Actually, I like that.”
Duncan steps up in front of the desk.
Shawn: “You asked me to be here, said on the phone you might have something for me on the show?”
Hix: “Yes, I did, and you are actually on camera now. Because of the recent financial stresses of CZW, many of the contracts we had signed have been nullified legally. Simply put, the company has new owners and some of the folks that signed the old contracts do not exist in CZW anymore. We’ve been going through all of the information to see who we should keep and who we should not. That’s why I invited you here today.”
At this point Duncan smiles as Hix hands him a sheet of paper.
Duncan: “I’ll admit, I had just about given up hope that I would be wrestling for the company again, and I was glad to get your call. This will…(Shawn begins reading the document)…ummm…wait, wait just a minute…(looks up at Hix with surprise and a bit of anger)…you flew me out here, told me to be here at the beginning of the show…just to fire me?!?”
Hix: “That about sums it up, yeah.”
Duncan, getting pissed: “You could have sent me a letter or just told me over the phone!”
Hix: “Yeah, but nothing beats sending a message, and I’m sending one to every CZW talent, employee, and wanna-be that this is how it is now. Oh, and your flight home has been changed. You have approximately an hour to be on the plane.”
Duncan: “You mean I can’t even stay for the show, say goodbye to the guys? Prick!”
Hix: “Hey, I’m not making you pay for the flight back, am I?”
Duncan storms out of the room as His chuckles and mutters: “Oops. Didn’t tell him about that five hour layover in LA.”
The camera switches back to Duncan as he angrily walks through the corridors of the arena. He is talking to himself.
Duncan: “I mean, who does things like this. It’s sick!”
He spins on the camera and looks directly at it.
Duncan: “You know, I ought to turn around and…”
Voice from off screen, shouting: “YOU SHOULD DO AS YOU’RE TOLD AND GET OUT!”
Even as Shawn turns toward the voice, Caleb Walker barrels into the youngster, hitting with a running elbow smash to Duncan’s head. Duncan is stunned by the blow. Walker, who stands a good seven inches taller, puts his huge hands around Shawn’s throat and lifts him off his feet. Spittle dribbling from his mouth, Shawn croaks out his words.
Duncan: “What gives? Do you work for Hix now?”
Caleb stares into Shawn’s half closed eyes as he speaks.
“I need not work for any man
You’re done, you’re through, its all over now.
Caleb literally throws Duncan aside, glances into the camera for a second…then smiles menacingly before walking away.
-=- DOUBLE DEBUT MATCH! -=- *****-----***** Masters: Haha, I love Hix, he is a great friend of mine. Daniels: Yes I’m sure, I’m sure you go to his house every week for a bonding session don’t you? Masters: You make everything homosexual Jarred, you could even make Sirena Starr’s backside homosexual if you tried. Daniels: And speaking of backsides, that’s the last were going to see of Shaun Duncan I’m sorry to hear, but what an appearance form Caleb, he looks more in shape than ever. Masters: That’s it, focus on his shape, your good at that. DANIELS: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our opening contest! MASTERS: Great, a fight between a janitor and one of Kirkland's buzz-killing friends! I think I'm gonna sit this out out, Jarred, wake me up when it's over! DANIELS: Erm.. okay. Anyway, yes, proving that the CZW is STILL the professional wrestling place to be, no matter how dire the reported financial situation, we have two debutants set to go head to head: "The Straight Edge Curse" Ryan Shane, and The Custodian! "Battle On" by War Of Ages hits the soundsystem, and after a short wait, Ryan Shane steps out onto the stage. The fans' reaction is a hostile one, although this is mainly down to his advocation of the "straight-edge" lifestyle, rather than a reaction to any sort of reputation he might have built up. Shane looks out from under the raised hood of his zipped-up jacket, scanning his eyes over the arena. TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making his CZW debut.. from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada.. weighing in at 245lbs.. he is "The Straight Edge Curse".. RYAN SHANE!!! Shane slowly makes his way down the ramp, sneering with contempt at the CZW fans, many of whom have taken the decision to extend their alcoholic drinks over the barricade towards him. He climbs into the ring, and removes his jacket, hanging it over the top rope and giving the cameras a glimpse of his trademark smirk before turning to face the CombatTron, performing a few last-minute stretches as his music fades. DANIELS: A typically raucous reaction from these CZW fans towards a man who directly opposes the lifestyle that a great many people in our audience choose to lead, wouldn't you say, William? MASTERS: Dammit, Jarred, I'm trying to sleep, leave me alone! DANIELS: Late night, was it? You and Montana keeping each other up til the small hours again? MASTERS: Zzzzz... A few seconds pass, before "You're Gonna Pay" by Jim Johnston hits the sound system, the crowd this time giving a slightly more positive reaction. TOWERS: And his opponent.. from the janitor's closet.. weighing in at 240lbs.. THE CUSTODIAN!!! Custodian steps out onto the stage, his trusty companion Mopster by his s-in his hand. He raises the mop into the air, drawing a small pop from the crowd, before pointing it at Shane in the ring. He marches down the ramp, and enters the ring, propping Mopster up in one of the corners and placing his hat on top of his "head". He then steps into the centre of the ring, as Shane steps up as well, the two engaging in the obligitory pre-match staredown. DANIELS: Well, here we go, both competitors in the ring, their CZW careers are now officially.. DING DING DING! DANIELS: ..underway! The two circle each other briefly. Shane goes to lock up, but Custodian surprises him with a fist to the face. Shane stumbles backwards, and Custodian hits him again, and again, and again, sending Shane reeling back against the ropes. Custodian whips Shane across the ring, and attempts a clothesline, but Shane ducks, hitting the ropes on the other side. He rebounds, and this time Custodian catches him, planting him onto the mat with a Samoan drop. DANIELS: And Shane is the first man to hit the floor! Custodian gets to his feet, and lands a few kicks to the back and shoulder of a rising Shane, before pulling him to his feet. He leads Shane over to the corner, and drives his forehead into the turnbuckle, before spinning him round and hitting him with another hard fist to the head. He follows up with a back elbow smash, then whips him across the ring again, Shane colliding roughly with the turnbuckle on the other side. Custodian sets himself, then charges across the ring, hitting Shane with a body splash. He then proceeds to stomp the proverbial mudhole into his opponent, Shane slumping down onto his ass under a barrage of Custodial boots. DANIELS: The Custodian in control early on, with Mopster keeping.. erm.. a watchful eye on proceedings from that turnbuckle. I'm no expert on mop psychology, but I'd say he's gotta be impressed with the way his associate has started his career here in the CZW! Satisfied with the level of punishment dished out, Custodian pulls Shane to his feet and out of the corner. He hits a vertical suplex, before making the first pin attempt of the match.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - KICK OUT! DANIELS: First cover attempt.. not enough! Custodian picks Shane up to his feet, and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker. He then drags him a bit nearer to the corner, and steps through the ropes onto the apron. DANIELS: Custodian going for a little high-risk offence here, perhaps! Custodian climbs the turnbuckle, and after a brief pause, hits Shane with a diving headbutt. DANIELS: OH! Headbutt from the top! That could do it! Custodian covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK OUT! Custodian gets up, but quickly drops back down, driving an elbow into Shane's chest. He does this twice more, before making another cover attempt.. ONE! - - - - T-KICK OUT! Custodian picks Shane up, and whips him into the corner again. He steps back against the opposing turnbuckle, and charges forwards, but this time Shane steps out of the way, leaving Custodian with nowhere to go but right into the turnbuckle. DANIELS: OH! Nobody home that time.. Custodian staggers backwards, and Shane runs across, taking him down with a leaping neckbreaker. DANIELS: ..and Ryan Shane hits his first bit of offense of the match! Beautiful move! Shane takes a bit of time getting back to his feet, obviously reeling from the punishment he's received. By the time he gets fully upright, Custodian is starting to stand himself, so Shane decides to stalk his opponent, crouched down, waiting for him to rise. Custodian pulls himself up using the ropes, and turns round, right into a series of stiff Muay Thai mid-kicks from Shane, topped off with a high kick to the side of the head that echoes around the arena. Custodian falls into the ropes and crumples to the floor, as Shane poses with arms outstretched, drawing boos from the Vegas crowd. DANIELS: Good LORD! Did you hear that impact, William!? MASTERS: ..huh.. no, Mr. Montana, the red ones bring out your cheeks... DANIELS: ..WOW. Shane yanks Custodian out from under the ropes, and covers him.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK OUT! DANIELS: No! Custodian kicks out! Bah Gawd I thought he might have been unconscious! Shane, echoing his opponent's tactics earlier, drops a couple of elbows to Custodian's chest, before stepping over him and approaching the turnbuckle. He takes a quick look round at the baying crowd, then leaps up onto the second rope, springboarding off with a moonsault.. but Custodian rolls under him out of the way! Shane has it scouted, though, and manages to land on his feet, hitting a rising Custodian with a front dropkick to the ribs. Shane rolls backwards, and gives himself a run-up as Custodian slowly gets to his feet. Shane charges forward, and sandwiches Custodian against the turnbuckle with an outside heel kick. Shane bounces back, and as Custodian stumbles forward, Shane grabs his elbow, twists, and hits him with a huge lariat that sees both men drop to the floor. DANIELS: I believe Ryan Shane calls that "A Shot In The Dark".. and it could also be the move that wins this match! Shane covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - KICK OUT! DANIELS: OH! BAH GAWD! RIGHT AT THE LAST SECOND! Shane asks the referee if he's sure that wasn't actually a three-count, getting to his feet and helpfully holding up the appropriate number of fingers that he feels should have been counted. With the referee standing firm, Shane turns and heads back to Custodian, who is only just barely moving. Shane pulls him up to his knees, when Custodian suddenly swings a fist, nailing Shane in the gut. Shane steps backwards, and then, apparantly enraged by this act, spins round, clocking Custodian with a heel kick to the back of the head. DANIELS: OH! ANOTHER hard shot to the head! Shane picks a dazed Custodian up again, but Custodian throws Shane's arms off him, before swiftly dropping back to his knees and hitting Shane with a low blow. Shane doubles over, but before he can even properly register the pain, Custodian grabs him, and throws him right into Mopster, who is still propped up in the corner. DANIELS: Wait a second! Low blow! And Custodian sends Ryan Shane crashing right into Mopster! All three.. men? ..are out cold on the mat! Slowly, two of the three entities begin to stir, attempting to get rid of the birds and planets circling above their heads. They each grab hold of the ropes, pretty much neck and neck in the race to get to their feet. DANIELS: Well I guess we're back to square one, people! Can one of these men get the advantage and take this thing home? The two go to lock up, but this time it's Shane who ducks it, before catching a turning Custodian with a kick to the midsection and planting him with a DDT. Shane gets to his feet, and places his fingers to his head, that smirk reappearing on his face. DANIELS: Shane appears to be formulating some sort of plan, could Custodian be about to experience.. Shane hunches over, his eyes fixed on Custodian as he slowly gets back to his feet. Custodian steps backwards towards Shane, and "The Straight Edge Curse" strikes, grabbing him in an inverted face-lock and driving him to the mat with a spinning reverse brainbuster. DANIELS: .."A Moment Of Clarity"! Head-first goes The Custodian! Shane covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! DING DING DING! DANIELS: And Ryan Shane picks up the win! "Battle On" by War Of Ages returns to the sound system, as Shane rolls off Custodian, the referee raising his hand in victory. TOWERS: Here is your winner.. RYAN SHANE!!! DANIELS: A great opening contest here, both competitors showing plenty of promise, I'm sure they'll each have great careers here in the CZW! MASTERS: *Yawns* Oh, it's over? Fantastic! Let's get the real talent on, shall we? DANIELS: You are a real asshole, you know that? MASTERS: Keep talking, Jarred! It's all going in the dossier! DANIELS: What dossier? MASTERS: Never mind, I've already said too much.. DANIELS: Riiiight...you know you tried these ass-clown antics last week, and all it did was get your picture on the CZW website, under ASS OF THE WEEK! Masters: There’s no ass of the week, Jarred, and if my picture was on there under that title, it must be because of these tight jeans I happened to be wearing, shows off ALL of my curves.
Daniels: Yuck! And speaking of last week…
Masters: Nice little lead in there.
Daniels: (ignoring the interruption) BOM did something that was not totally out of character for them, but it was something that they should have thought twice about.
Masters: Not really.
Daniels: Yes really. Why attack Total Mayhem when there is no reason to it.
Masters: There is always a reason to it. Total Mayhem are monsters, they are crazy and they also haven’t had the most sterling of records lately. So why not make a name bigger by taking them out?
Daniels: (listening to his headset) I think we have the answer to that. Is there a camera out side?
(Yes there is, like there wouldn’t be)
Three figures are walking to the entrance, Despayer, Distress and EOI. A black cargo van enters the lot and heads for them, slamming the brakes on, it slides sideways and into the three some before they can react. All three hitting the ground hard.
Daniels: Why do I have the feeling this isn’t good?
Masters: I had the same thought with your mother.
The side door of the van flies open and both members of Total Mayhem leap out. Jakob starts stomping on Distress as his brother in insanity pulls a lead pipe from the van as he gets out and attacks EOI and Despayre.
In the background, sparks are seen as the drivers door is apparently being sealed from opening, a closer look would reveal all the other doors had already been done this way except for the side door.
Jakob has lifted Distress to his feet and slammed his foot into his stomach, lifting him up and powerslamming him on the hard ground. Ezra has busted open Despayre and EOI isn’t moving. Both begin tossing all three into the van and slamming the doors shut. Both men laughing like they are totally crazy.
Total Mayhem step to the side and a car plows into the read corner of the van turning it sideways. The car, whose it belongs to is unknown, can be heard gunning its engine and finally fires into the side of the van and forces it into the read of another car. The van is pinned and the doors won’t open.
Masters: TOTAL MAYHEM HAS BEGUN PAYBACK!!!!
Daniels: We knew it was going to happen, but question is, are they done?
Jakob has climbed on top of the van as Ezra hands him gas cans that were brought to him by the third member of the attackers. The third member making sure that his face isn’t seen as he does. Jakob begins pouring gas all over the van as Ezra pulls a lighter from his pocket and sparks it to life.
Daniels: SOMEONE GET OUR THERE AND STOP THIS!!!!
Masters: Better yet someone get some hotdog and bring me one when they start the BBQ.
Jakob stands looking through the windshield of the van as the members of BOM start to stir. Giving them the finger Jakob watches as Ezra waves bye to them as he tosses the Zippo lighter on top of the van. Flames erupt covering the van in flames.
Both walk off laughing as security and help pour from the building trying to get to them as the fire rages.
Daniels: SOMETHING HAS TO BE DONE!!! TOTAL MAYHEM HAS MADE IT CLEAR THEY JUST DON’T GIVE A DAMN!!!
Masters: No, and stop yelling, Total Mayhem just made it known that you mess with them they will f**k you up.
The cameras show the van smoking heavily as sirens can be heard in the distance.
Daniels: Stop yelling?! These monsters may have just ki…
Daniels: My God it’s all happening here tonight in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Masters: It’s always buzzing when were here in Vegas…I might even try and get a little bit of gambling in…
Daniels: Good, this time try not to lose your wife, house and kids on a game of blackjack!
Masters: Hey, the blasted dealer cheated okay, and it wasn’t all of those things, I still had my luxurious mansion to keep me company…soon found myself a replacement wife, to do my cooking and cleaning.
Daniels: Jerk! And I can’t wait to see what Monroe says here…
Masters: Who cares about Mike, it’s Tatum we all want to see!
Tatum is dressed in gothic schoolgirl attire and Mike is in jeans, a XTC baseball jersey, and has his tag team belt over his shoulder. They make their way down the ramp, greeting the crowd before getting into the ring. They play to the crowd for a minute before Mike grabs a microphone from one of the crew.
Monroe: What's going on, Vegas? Man, this place is like the villian in a monster movie. Just when everybody thinks that it is dead, It comes back to life and rips someone's throat out. The energy at the ppv, man, I haven't felt that in a long time. I got that spark back that was slowly going away. I'm starting to get that vibe back I had a year ago. We are starting to get some of our top, elite guys back. Big Nasty is back. Buck Evans is back. Alan Fiscus is back and he has some gold around his waist. Maynard O'Toole is back. I could go on and on, but I really don't feel like it. However with everything good, comes something bad. With every new life, comes a death. They say change is nessacary for survival. Unfortunately, It is time for me to make some changes myself.
Masters: I wish he would stop talking in this cryptic nonsense, and just get down to what he has to say.
Daniels: Be quiet William, I think this is serious…
You know, several months ago, I disbanded Beautiful Agony. For a long time I wondered if I did the right thing. And after some deep soul searching, I realized that I did do the right thing. With the boys split up between both shows and Jacob in the hospital, I didn't know what else to do. Then I was offered a spot in XTC. That was one of those opportunities you never turn down. Hell, I went places I never thought with these guys. I went up against and beat some of the best CZW has to offer. I won Tag Team gold. I had my first WHC shot. Hell, I even made the finals of this year's King of Combat. But with the near demise of CZW, things started to change. Ace has hung up his boots, Ruthie is MIA, things aren't the same any more. So it is with a heavy heart that I resign as a member of Team XTC.
The crowd starts to shower him with boos. After a second, Mike raises his hand to quiet the crowd down.
Mike: Just because I have left XTC, that doesn't mean I don't have a plan in mind. You guys know me better than that. I just have to do what I know and am good at. Here, Tatum. Hold this please.
Mike takes his tag title belt of his shoulder and hands it to Tatum. He then unbuttons his baseball jersey, and after a second of making the crowd wait in anticipation, he takes the jersey off and the crowd goes insane as "BEAUTIFUL AGONY" is written across the front. He grins from ear to ears as the crowd seemingly gets louder.
Mike: Told ya'll I had a plan put in place. Thin Lizzie said best, "The Boys are back in town". After what I have seen over the last week or so, I would be stupid not to try to get the gang back together. Now we got some originals and some new guys, but, there is one thing to remember, BA is back and better than ever.
Mike stops for a minute as the crowd responds with a huge "B-A, B-A" chant. Mike and Tatum are just living it up in the ring.
Daniels: My God, just when we thought we could take a breather here, Mike has this whole arena in fits again, and not only is this the come back of CZW, this is the return of Beautiful Agony.
Masters: Meh, It’s all been done before.
Daniels: What’s wrong, is it only the sight of Montana’s backside that excites you now a days?
Mike: Let's get down to what we are all here for. The first guy on my list, him and I go way back. He has been there damn near since the beginning. Him and I have been on both sides of the ring, with and against each other. We each have a win over the other. We have had our differences, but as good friends always do, we have put it behind us. Some people think of him as a clown, a killer, or a saint. You guys love him because he is "Rated E for Everyone". I give you...EDDIE...ROWAN!
Instantly the fans react with deafening cheers as the opening to “Slip Slide Melting” blares out over the PA. Smoke pours through the entrance ramp with Eddie swiftly emerging from it, animatedly appealing to the crowd, dressed in his wrestling shorts and a sleeveless ‘Clown, Killer, Saint’ shirt. He makes his way down to the ring, tagging hands along the way before finally rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. He hops up to the second turnbuckle and panders a bit more, hopping back down as his music stops. Eddie and Mike bump fists as the crowd breaks out into a brief but loud ‘BOUCHE’ chant, quieting themselves as Mike hands Eddie the microphone.
Eddie: “Well, well, well, it’s great to be here and first, I wanted to get a cheap pop by saying…HELLO, LAS VEGAS!!”
A loud response is returned from the crowd, as anticipated.
Eddie: “You know, it’s really great to be back in action in this revival of the C-Z-Dub, essentially bouncing back from death’s clutches and returning with a vengeance. The ‘Reunited’ show was one of the best events I’ve ever been a part of, and my hats off to everyone who participated, attended, or watched the show at home.”
Again, the crowd cheers loudly. Eddie and Mike clap along with them briefly before quieting the crowd again.
Eddie: “Now, we’re here now, because we felt it was appropriate to ‘get the band back together’ so to speak. It’s cliché to say that history repeats itself, but if you take a look…you’ll see that, once again…CZW is on the rise. Once again, Alan Fiscus is back, blaming the world for his own social inadequacies. Once again, Jesse Montana is primed to make this place his own personal ego trip and bleed it dry to pay for his ridiculously expensive tastes. Once again, Brian Kirkland has changed his entrance theme. We figured, what the hell, let’s have our own little resurgence! Team BA is back, baby, BOUCHE!!”
The gathered crowd roars it’s approval as Eddie flips the microphone behind his back to his partner who deftly catches it one-handed.
Mike: Bouche, indeed. Now let's continue on with the festivities. I got another BA faithful in the wings. I told him what I was up to, and he jumped at the chance. But he told me that if he was on board, someone else had to come with. Once I found out who it was, I couldn't say no. I was too scared. I present to you...DISASTERPIECE! The X Division Champion Brian Blaze and Mortius!
Masters: Mortius in Beautiful Agony? Wow just when you think this team can’t get any uglier…
Daniels: I think I like the sound of that actually, Mort is going to be the monster of the group, I’m not sure BA has ever seen that sort of strength before, these guys could be the top stable in CZW!
Masters: Myself and Ryan Lewis could make a more interesting stable, Jarred.
Daniels: I would LOVE to see that, Disasterpiece…against…well…pieces!
Slipknot's ''Disasterpiece'' blares over the speakers as the fans get to their feet. Brian Blaze jumps out from behind the curtain and gestures towards the fans, full of energy he bounces on stage as behind him the six foot ten, three hundred and four pound Mortius steps out, his purple hair plastered to his face, hiding any expression that might be there. Blaze is all smiles though as both of them make their way to the ring, Brian rolls under the ropes as Mortius steps to the apron and over the top of them. Blaze proceeds to hit a double high five to Monroe, and a double low five to Rowan before asking for the mic, which Mike passes over with a small bow and a large smile, Mortius keeps his distance, simply flicking his hair back to show the usual near anger expression on his face looking on at his new stablemates as Brian looks over the audience and begins to speak.
Brian: First off, would like to thank Mike Monroe and Eddie Rowan. For offering me this opportunity to be a part of the new Beautiful Agony and for allowing my partner Mortius to join the ride. Beautiful Agony has done so much for my career. It was because of Mike Monroe letting me in BA the first time I got any recognition. Since then I have gone on to become a two time Television Champion, the current xXx Division Champion. Also, I most recently won the King of Combat title over Tim Timmons and the man who stands in the ring beside me.
The crowd cheers as Mike and Brian shake hands.
Brian: Yes the new Beautiful Agony will be better than ever. It will be one of the greatest forces that CZW has ever witnessed. We have all the pieces in place to be that force that will take CZW by the horns and bring the people in this stable into that elite CZW status. Mike Monroe Eddie Rowan I know I can speak certainly for myself saying it is certainly going to be an honour working with the two of you. Mortius I'm sure shares the same thoughts he'll just never say it.
Brian then goes for a high five with Mortius but is left hanging. He then turns and Eddie gives him the high five as Mortius takes the microphone and steps up to Mike Monroe.
Mortius: I don't like you!
He then looks sharply over to Rowan
Mortius: Or you
He then looks over to Blaze... then looks away
Masters: I think he’s talking to you Jarred, Mort doesn’t like you.
Daniels: If he doesn’t like you, I dread to think what he thinks about you.
Mortius: But Beautiful Agony means a lot to my partner, and when he got the phone call the other day the first thing he said was ''great news''. He sees a lot in you, and to be honest, you two are the closest we've ever came to a loss... and that's no mean feat. I DON'T like you... but I DO respect you. Having the Disasterpiece as part if the new B.A is a smart move, we WILL rise to the top and tonight it begins when me and Blaze defeat El Fuego.
Mortius turns to the fans, a rare occasion when he addresses them directly
Mortius: Tonight's win will be the biggest of Disasterpiece's to date, and now it will also be done in the name of Beautiful Agony, and believe me, El Pablo, Krimzon Blaze, it will be agony... and it will be beautiful!
Mortius thrusts the mic back into the hands of Mike Monroe and retreats to the turnbuckle, with a small leap sitting on the top turnbuckle with his hair flowing over his face, falling silent.
Mike: Well, hopefully you warm up to us and come around. You little, painted, tall, scary looking teddy bear you. Anywho, we gots us one more to add to our ranks. Now there was one thing missing from the original BA. We had nearly everything. We were quick, we had some damn good mat skills, plus we had our world renowned hardcore skills. But there was one thing missing. We didn't have a power game. Well, when me and Eddie sat down putting together this island of misfit toys, we wanted to have someone with some brute strength. Well, we found him. Without further ado, the freak so bad ass, he whipped Jack and stole his nickname. Ladies and gentlemen..."THE RIPPER" BRYAN MCNALLY!
One...Two...
The Ripper's coming for you....
Daniels: WOAH!!! They have Mike, they have Eddie, they have Tatum, they have Brian, they have Mortius, and now they have another monster, McNally?!
Masters: Hmmm, I have to admit, I kin of like that.
Daniels: You’ve changed your tone haven’t you William?
Masters: hey the Ripper is coming out here, I don’t want ripped a new bladder!
Daniels: These guys mean business!
"The Ripper" by Chinchilla plays over the P.A. system, as making his way to the ring wearing an Armani suit, and a pair of black sunglasses. He makes his way down the ramp now, and looks on towards his new comrades. Mike applauds in the ring, as he now steps over the top rope and into the squared circle. The Ripper asks for a microphone now from our timekeeper, as the crowd boos....
"The Ripper" McNally: Well, well, well....lookie here. Beautiful Agony...reborn...re-engineered...and now, even more ruthless than ever. See, when Mr. Monroe here first contacted me about a position in the faction, I was skeptical. Where would I fit in? But now...now I see it. I am Beautiful Agony's, BIG...F**KING...HURT! And I dare anyone of you wankers in the back, to say otherwise! COME ON! COME ON YOU F**KING POSERS!
The CZW faithful now chant with mixed reactions...
"F**K YOU BRYAN!" ... "AGONY!"..."F**K YOU BRYAN!" ... "AGONY!"
"The Ripper" McNally: Yeah....that's what I thought. Beautiful Agony, is here to revolutionize CZW again. The Agony is here to stay...and...we will once again show you, why we are the familiar taste of poison in the bloodstream of the ultraviolent nation.
Mike takes the microphone from Bryan, somewhat taken aback by his intensity. Nevertheless, Mike moves forward whipping the crowd in a frenzy.
Monroe: Gonna be hard to top that. Thanks, Bryan. I know what most of you fine people are thinking, where is Krimzon Blaze? And are you guys still tag team champions. First off, yes we are still the champs as of now. However, I had offered both KB and El Pablo a spot here with us and they politely declined. They said that they wanted to pursue other opportunities. I can understand and respect that. Just remember that we have you back just the same way I know you have ours. That brings us to the tag title situation. As much as I hate to, I went to talk to our illustrious president, Jesse Montana and he came up with a solution. At the upcoming ppv in January, there will be a tag team title match. It will be between the team of Krimzon Blaze and El Pablo a.k.a. El Fuego vs. the team of myself and Eddie Rowan collectively known as Monrowan. There will be no fancy match types or stipulations. There will be no interference. Just a straight up tag team match to see who the better team is.
The crowd cheers for the announcement of the upcoming title match. Mike waits a second before moving on.
Mike: You see this team assembled before you? Take a real good look, because we ain't going nowhere. We will shake the very foundation of this place and woe be those who oppose us. And if you don't believe me, you are more than welcome to try. Just be sure your final arrangements are in order, because it will be the last mistake you ever make.
Mike drops the microphone as "Simple Survival" by Mushroomhead starts up. The crowd goes insane as all the members of the new and improved Beautiful Agony pose to the crowd. Masters: And a beautiful woman, not that you would have noticed her Jarred, in the middle of all that man-flesh you like so much! Daniels: Okay, alright then Montana-licker. Anyway, Overdrive tonight has started with more shocking twists than a night with Covey, what more can happen? Answer…PLENTY MORE!!! Masters: A night with Covey?! Anyway after the break, we have the Next Generation in action, BA should watch closely! Daniels: See you in a tick folks. *****-----*****
-=- A TAG TEAM TORNADO MATCH: CHAMPS VS. NEXT GENERATION! -=- *****-----***** Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag-team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is to be held under TORNADO RULES!! Introducing first, representing the NEXT GENERATION, ‘Mountain Man,’ JOSH NEWSOME, and ‘the Hardcore Master,’ TIM TIMMONS!!” “Wanted Man” blares out as Timmons and Newsome appear on either side of the stage, regarding the jeering crowd with icy stares. They look to eachother and nod before stalking down the ramp. Timmons badmouths one of the more vocal fans, the two exchanging harsh words before he rears back as if to slap them. The fan recoils and Timmons sneers before continuing to the ring. Mountain Man clenches and unclenches his fists as he enters the ring, gnashing his teeth in preparation for the fight. Towers: “And their opponents, the CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION, ‘the Reaper,’ BRIAN KIRKLAND! His partner, the CZW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION, ‘Godzilla’ SAWYER!!” The theme from Godzilla plays, and Kirkland and Sawyer walk out on opposite sides of the stage, each man with their respective title slung over his shoulder, posing with a smile as the Vegas crowd cheers them on. They head to the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside before entering the ring, only to be jumped by their opponents before the opening bell! Daniels: “Timmons and Newsome are not wasting ANY time getting down to business here tonight!” Masters: “Blood right, Daniels, they want retribution!” Daniels: “Timmons is aggressively putting the boots to Sawyer in the corner, now choking him with his boot as Mountain Man pummels Kirkland up against the ropes with those massive clubbing fists! Newsome with a HUGE kick to the head and ‘the Reaper’ hits the floor! Now over to his partner and the Next Generation have a two-on-one advantage in the ring! They pull Sawyer up to his feet and set him up….DOUBLE SUPLEX!!” Masters: “And BEAUTIFUL strategy there by Timmons, kneeing Kirkland back to the outside as he gets to the ring apron.” Daniels: “They’ve effectively ‘gotten a separate and destroy’ strategy going on here. Newsome has Sawyer up and….neckbreaker!! Timmons now with a leg-drop from the second turnbuckle! Timmons with the cover!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Sawyer able to power out of that one! Kirkland is back onto the apron and Newsome charges in, but BK with a shoulder-block to the gut! He slingshots in…ROCKER DROPPER!! The fans go nuts as Kirkland takes control but NO! Timmons blindsides him with a running elbow to the face! Timmons is like a man possessed tonight, stomping away at ‘the Reaper!” Masters: “Timmons is tired of being besmirched, and now these fools are going to get what they deserve!” Daniels: “…yes, as Timmons has said for weeks now, right? And now Sawyer is back up, coming to the aid of his partner! Timmons is knocked out onto the ring apron after that flying shoulder-block from Godzilla! A knee drop to the Mountain Man, and now Sawyer and Kirkland seem to have it in their minds to work a little tag-team magic themselves! Both men grab Timmons by the hair and YANK him back in over the top rope, crashing him down onto his own partner! The fans are absolutely loving this!” Masters: “Yes, here in Las Vegas where they also love their prostitutes and poverty-inducing games of chance! And speaking of gambling, how many fools do you think are going to be bankrupt after seeing the money they wagered on those two fools disappear, courtesy of the Next Generation, hm!?” Daniels: “Got a little money riding on this one do you?” Masters: “Bloody right I do, COME ON, TIMMONS!!” Daniels: “Way to be impartial. Kirkland and Sawyer now up on opposite turnbuckles as their opponents slowly rise! They leap and…BOTH CONNECT WITH FLYING AXE-HANDLES!! Newsome and Timmons hit the mat hard as BOTH Sawyer and Kirkland go for covers! The referee counts with both hands!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT IN STEREO!! Daniels: “I thought for sure it was over, and judging by my broadcast partner’s bulging eyes, so did he!” Masters: “Stuff it, Daniels, this one isn’t over yet!” Daniels: “Sawyer now with Mountain Man, and Kirkland has Timmons! Godzilla whips Newsome into the ropes as Kirkland hefts Timmons onto his shoulders…SHOCK DROP!! SAWYER WITH A POWERSLAM!! AGAIN, TWO COVERS!!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -BOTH MEN BARELY KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Another near-fall, but Timmons and Newsome both kick out and this match continues! Kirkland and Sawyer drag their opponents into opposite corners and now whip them towards eachother!!” Masters: “Timmons reverses, whipping Sawyer in instead! NEWSOME TEARS HIS HEAD OFF WITH A LARIAT!! Kirkland charges in, but Timmons catches that PUNK with a big boot to the jaw!!” Daniels: “Good team work by the Next Generation here and no one can argue that they do have more experience teaming with eachother than do Kirkland and Sawyer. They are both accomplished tag-team wrestlers in their own right, however not teaming with eachother.” Masters: “Timmons picks Sawyer up and now sets him up for a piledriver…and Mountain Man lifts Kirkland up for a vertical suplex…” Daniels: “Tim Timmons with a cradle-piledriver!! Newsome with a falcon arrow!! These fans are voicing their disapproval, but the Next Generation now make the covers!!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUTS!! Daniels: “They’re still in this match, and now Timmons and Newsome are showing some signs of frustration. Now we have Mountain Man stalking behind Kirkland, he could be sizing him up for that crushing Chainsaw Choke!! Meanwhile Tim Timmons heads to the top rope, waiting for Sawyer to get to his feet!” Masters: “Newsome has Kirkland!! CHOKE HIS BLOODY HEAD OFF!!” Daniels: “He hasn’t gotten it locked in yet, Kirkland is resisting!! TIMMONS DIVES!! Sawyer dives out of the way!! KIRKLAND BREAKS FREE AND TIMMONS SPEARS MOUNTAIN MAN!!” Masters: “BOLLOCKS!! BOLLOCKS-BOLLOCKS-BOLLOCKS!!” Daniels: “Kirkland jumps Timmons as Sawyer heads up to the top! Sawyer could be going for the WRECKING BALL!! Oh, no!! Timmons with a low blow on Kirkland!! Sawyer..OH, NO! TIMMONS SHOVES KIRKLAND INTO THE CORNER!! SAWYER IS KNOCKED OFF, SPILLING TO THE FLOOR!! Timmons grabs Kirkland now and lifts him up…good lord, this could be the T-Crusher!! Mountain Man is back up to his feet…moves to the second turnbuckle…this is…oh, no!! Newsome jumps…SPIKE T-CRUSHER!! SPIKE T-CRUSHER!! TIMMONS WITH THE COVER ON KIRKLAND!!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!! *ding-ding-ding!* Masters: “YEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!! I BLOODY TOLD YOU, JARRED!!” Daniels: “Tim Timmons and the Mountain Man take the victory here tonight for the Next Generation!!” “Wanted Man” plays again as the crowd jeers loudly. Timmons and Newsome stand tall in the ring, glaring out at the fans, each raising an arm in victory. Masters: Timmons did all the work there, he should be the Television champion, no doubt! Daniels: Great match. Folks…I’m receiving word that Jenny Jacobs is backstage with the Original Showstopper S J Funk! Take it away, Jenny. The camera shifts to a large open room. There are tables in the background with fans receiving autographs from several CZW lower card stars. Funk is standing front and center with Jenny next to him. Jenny: “I’m here with SJ Funk and he has a few words he want to say.” Funk: “Thanks, Jenny. Now, I’m not here to make excuses or anything. At ReUnited We Stand, I dropped the ball. I did not put in my best. In fact, it was almost like I wasn’t even there. But one thing The Original Showstopper does is always comes back. McNally, you beat me fair and square but I want a rematch. I want another chance to prove…” Suddenly Caleb Walker is there, clubbing Funk with several hard shots. Funk responds by throwing a few punches, but Walker lifts him and smashes him through one of the autograph tables with a modified spinebuster. Funk is still trying to fight back when Caleb casually picks up a broken metal leg from the shattered table and clubs SJ over the head. Caleb: “Now feel my Absolute Power!” Caleb lifts Funk up onto his shoulder, Funk facing the ceiling. Walker sets himself, then suddenly drops onto his butt, SJ still on his shoulder. Funk’s lower back bends in a way it normally wouldn’t and we hear him cry out in pain. Caleb stands up as Funk holds his lower back, his teeth gritted as he moans in pain. Caleb looks at him calmly as he speaks.
“It does not matter, not one bit
I care not what your desire is As medical personnel arrive, Caleb looks at Funk in disgust and walks away. Daniels: Caleb seems to be on a roll backstage there, but can’t he save it for the ring. Masters: Oh come on, he is doing a great job of disposing of talentless jobbers getting in the way. I mean I actually had to wait in queue this afternoon for my daily coffee, and guess who was in front of me…bloody Ronnie McNeil. Daniels: Well I wouldn’t call him a jobber, William, I mean he did headline this years Hatewave… Masters: What a travesty, anyway at least someone is doing something about these disposable dummies. I hope Caleb comes out here and throws you out next! Daniels: Right after I drill my boot right up your ass. Masters: Jarred, honey, don’t try and talk tough, it just doesn’t suit you. Daniels: Pffft. Anyway, next up we have a debut of a man who believes himself to be worthy of a shot at Maynard’s Title. Masters: Cocky, confident, jackass, I like this guy. Daniels: HE TAKES ON THE CLOWN FROM HELL!!!!!! *****-----*****
-=- A DEBUT MATCH AGAINST THE CRAZY CLOWN! -=- *****-----***** Jessica Towers: “Coming to the ring now, weighing in at 250 lbs, he hails from Huntington Beach, California and making his CZW wrestling debut...The Career Killer ANDREEEWW CLAAAAASH!” Andrew comes out and stalks his way to the ring as ‘Burn Inside My Light’ plays from the arena soundsystem. He doesn’t really do anything about the crowd and they are luke-warm to him, only knowing him from previous endeavors. He jumps up into the ring without using the stairs and stands loosely against the ropes. Jessica: “And his opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown and weighing in at 220 lbs, here is...Mr. KILJOOOOYYY!” Kiljoy steps slowly out from the wrestlers entrance and laughs at the fans who are now booing loudly. He laughs and giggles at them as he slowly walks toward the ring, taunting the people in the audience. Jarred: “Whoa, this Las Vegas crowd really doesn’t appreciate Kiljoy tonight.” Masters: “First, its Mr. Kiljoy to you, Jarred. Only his friends, like me, don’t have to call him Mr. Second, this is Las Vegas. Most of these people aren’t locals, man, they came here from all over and have the extra pleasure of joining us here. Of course, by deriding Kiljoy like that, it just shows what bad judgement they all have.” Jarred: “Wait, what is Clash doing?” At this point, while the Sadistic Clown is taunting his ‘fans’, Clash slides out of the ring and ducks down near the ring barrier, effectively hiding from his opponent’s sight behind the wall of fans. Kiljoy gets about halfway to the ring, his music still playing, when Clash suddenly sprints from his position right at the clown. Jarred: “SPEAR! Andrew Clash just speared Kiljoy right in the center of the ramp! Did you hear the bang when Kiljoy his the metal?” Masters: “I think everyone heard that. The clown is down, and Clash just went up several notches in my book, and he’s already pretty high up as it is!” On the ramp, Clash has mounted the downed Mr. Kiljoy like an MMA fighter and is raining down fists on his opponent, who is trying to cover up. Clash tries to pry Kiljoy’s hands from protecting his face, but the clown suddenly moves them himself...and the flower on his lapel sprays something into ‘The Career Killer’s’ face. Masters: “Did you see that? What just happened?” Jarred: “I don’t know, William, but Clash is backing up rubbing his eyes. It’s like he can’t see!” The camera gives us a close-up of Andrew’s face, his eyes already turning red and tears streaming down his face. Fans nearby the spot where Kiljoy is getting up are also coughing and rubbing their eyes, just not as much. Jarred: “Do you smell something? And my lips and burning just a little.” Masters: “You shouldn’t feed me a line like that. Makes it too easy. But yeah, I feel it too. I think...it’s Pepper Spray! Kiljoy used pepper spray on Clash!” Now we hear the bell ring and the match is officially started. Kiljoy, his lip already bloodied, laughs at Clash and kicks the young man in the gut! Clash stumbles away and Kiljoy follows, hitting with a combination of forearms, knee lifts, and kicks. After a half-dozen of those, Andrew has a little blood dripping from his nose. Masters: “I feel sorry for Clash. Here he is, his big CZW debut, and he’s crying on National TV. That’s pitiful.” Jarred: “He was hit with a chemical weapon, William! He can’t help it!” Kiljoy pounds on his opponent some more, laughing all the while, then tucks ‘The Career Killer’s’ head under his head as if for a bulldog. Still standing in the aisle but closer to the ring. He readies himself and begins the move...and Clash crouches, grabs Kiljoy around the clown’s waist, and back suplexes him onto the ramp! We hear another loud crash and Kiljoy grabs the back of his head in pain. Clash surges to his feet and stumbles over to ringside, grabbing a bottle of water from a fan and washing his eyes out right at ringside. Kiljoy gets his senses back and rushes Clash, no longer smiling. He moves in... Dropkick! Clash sees Kiljoy coming and springs into the air, both feet connecting to the clown’s face! Clash pounces on him and goes for a pin, but the ref now nearby shakes his head no. Jarred: “It may be Extreme Rules in CZW, but a pinfall or submission still must be in the ring.” Clash nods and yanks Kiljoy to his feet, rolling him into the ring. Clash slides in as well and pulls his opponent again to his feet, but Kiljoy grabs Clash, pulls his chin against the clown’s own head, and drops on his butt with a perfect jawbreaker! Clash does not fall but he clutches his jaw in pain as Kijoy stands and takes off his shoe. Jarred: “Oh no! Now we have another toxic smell coming from Kiljoy!” Masters: “Jarred...was that an attempt at a joke? That was so lame it needs a brace and two crutches to move! Leave the jokes to me and just call the match!” Kiljoy puts the shoe on his hand, the heel roughly where his fist would be. Clash turns toward him and the clown punches him with the hard heel of the shoe! Kiljoy hits Clash several more times until Andrew falls to the mat, more blood staining his teeth. Kiljoy yanks the man back to his feet...Death Valley Driver! Kiljoy goes for the pin... 1... 2... NO! Clash kicks out forcefully! Giggling again, Kiljoy pulls Clash up onto his feet and sets him up for an Atomic Drop...but instead places Andrew up on the top rope. He locks Clash’s feet under the ropes connected to the ring pole, then lets Clash fall backward. Masters: “Tree of Woe! The Sadist will really punish his attacker now for the earlier indignities.” Jarred: “Indignities? Kiljoy has been far more brutal. Clash has been hardcore but is still only relying on his own ability!” Kiljoy is holding onto the ropes for additional leverage as he places his now bare foot against the upside down Clash’s neck and chokes him. The ref steps in and begins a count, but Kiljoy reminds the man that there are no rules. Smiling broadly, Kiljoy crosses the ring to stand in the opposite corner. He charges forward for a baseball slide into Andrew’s face... Masters: “I can’t believe it! Hanging by his legs from the turnbuckle, Clash just SAT UP!” Jarred: “And Kiljoy just baseball slid right into the steel post, crotch first! Clash really knows his way around the ring!” Masters: “And Kiljoy will have to OTHER red and swollen orbs besides his nose tonight!” Clash struggles and frees himself as Kiljoy rolls on the mat in agony. Looking angry, falls onto his belly and shouts at Kiljoy, taunting him as the clown rolls over and begins to rise with him. Clash stands up as well, letting Kiljoy get to his knees before grabbing him and setting him up. Masters: “He’s going for THE CLASH, his double arm DDT move! He’s got Kiljoy locked in...” Jarred: “Kiljoy has one arm free...low blow! Clash has had HIS jewels rocked and he grimaces in pain. Kiljoy is reaching...he’s setting up his Coulrophobia finisher! A reverse suplex into a brainbuster. He’s about to lift Clash...” Masters: “Now Clash gets an arm free and hits with and elbow to Kiljoy’s head! He steps away...” Jarred and Masters: “BILLION DOLLAR NIGHTMARE!!!” After the superkick, Kiljoy hits the mat as blood pours out of his mouth...and even some from one of his ears! Clash with the pin,,, ONE... TWO.. THREE! Jarred: “I can’t believe it! Clash just pinned Mr. Kiljoy very decisively in his debut match! This is incredible!” Masters: “Well, Kiljoy hasn’t seen a lot of action in CZW recently and Clash is out to prove himself. I guess it just wasn’t the night of the clown.” Jarred: “Wait. Kiljoy’s rising and he’s a bit wobbly. I think he needs help...” Clash looks at Kiljoy and asks if he is all right. The clown shakes his head no, and Clash calls for paramedics... ...Then hits with a second Superkick! Jessica: “Your winner...’The Career Killer’ Andrew CLASH!!!”
Clash is going down to the side of the ring and grabbing something from the apron. Clash grabs out a barbed wire chair. He slides back in as he grabs the lifeless body of Kiljoy and holds him up for all to see as he then bashes the head of Kiljoy with the chair.
Masters: I would normally say Clash is knocking the sense out of Kiljoy, however Kiljoy never had any sense to start with…
Daniels: Well it’s not going to do him any good that’s for sure. What is the meaning of this really?
Masters: It’s called mutilating a clown, you should try it Jarred, it may make you feel good about yourself. I mutilated a clown once, it was at my daughters birthday and he wanted me to pay him extra for doing overtime, so I assaulted him with a cactus. My daughter has never spoken since…
Daniels: I can believe that too. Now what is Clash doing?!
Kiljoy starts gushing with blood from the forehead. Clash is taunting the crowd with such words as " Is This What You All Wanted To see" Kiljoy falls to the mat as he hoists him up once again this time hitting the Clashterminator like he did last week.
Masters: That is one hell of a move right there, and I think I know exactly what this man is doing here.
Daniels: Sending a message to the champ. But there has to be better ways of doing it.
Masters: This is effective, and visually graphic, I can’t think of a better way, Jarred. Maynard better watch himself tonight.
Kiljoy lays there motionless. As He is gushing blood all down his face. He then walks over and asks for a mic, the ring announcer reluctant to give him a mic does so. He yanks it out of his hands and looks down at a lifeless Kiljoy.
Andrew Clash: I told you all this would happen, you are all just a bunch of morons. Until I get what I want and we all know what that is MAYONARD O Toole, every week someone will be laying in a pool of there own blood. Jesse you could have stopped this but until I get Mayo or something of equal value I will not stop and my quest for blood.... it will not be quenched.
He then locks in The Career Killer and watches Kiljoy rive in pain as he is starting to have his eyes roll into the back of his head. He puts the mic to his mouth once again. As he puts his boot to the back of the neck of Kiljoy and then holds it there before stomping down as Kiljoy goes limp.
Andrew Clash: Is this not enough for you Jesse Montana? Is one of your favored stars not noticable enough for you? If Kiljoy can even get up from this...What will be left of him? I hope you see this Maynard it is my gift to you. I hope you like it. It is what is going to happen to you when I not only beat you but take your title and put it around someone who should already be the upper echelon of this company...ME.
Before he drops the mic, he lets go of Kiljoy and then looks at the monitor.
Andrew Clash: Career Killed!
Clash walks out to a chorus of boos, and EMT’s rushing pat him. Before he leaves the arena, he turns around once more and gives a sick smile. Masters: Well it impressed me Jarred, however I’m not the President, Jesse Montana is. Daniels: No your just his ass licker. Masters: And your going to be unemployed if you don’t bite your tongue, Jarred. Daniels: Whatever, up next anyway folks is the match you may have all been waiting for, the Former World Champion is in action, NEXT! *****-----*****
-=- THE FORMER CHAMP SEEKS THE TOP AGAIN, FACING THE RIPPER! -=- *****-----***** Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is set for one fall. Daniels: Here it is, the chance to see just how pissed off our former World Champion really is. Masters: And what does he really have to be pissed off about? Daniels: Erm, William, I know you are slow but this is SLOW even for you… Masters: I know what you imbeciles believe, and how Cage was ‘screwed’ over at Reunited We Stand, but it’s no where in the rules that it says the Owner of the Money in the Bank has to give any notice before cashing in. Daniels: It was just a pure cowardice move on the part of Fisc… Masters: LOOK Jarred, I will not tolerate you out here berating he World Champion like he is some sort of common thief, he did not steal that Title, in fact, he saved that Title from a reign which basically shattered the whole of our foundation!!! Daniels: What are you blabbering on about now William? Masters: It was Cage’s shameful reign which took CZW’s into a dark period, you never saw CZW failing when Montana was champion, when Stylez was champion, even when Ace King was champion. Daniels: How can you blame that on Cage, it was his courage to stick with CZW that allowed it to survive, CZW could have died months ago if it wasn’t for people like Cage and Blaze and Sawyer… Masters: And you were next on that list I suppose? Daniels: Not at all. Now we have a match about to be aired, and your going off on one of your tantrums again. Masters: I can’t help it Jarred, you just get under my skin. ‘The Ripper’ by Chinchilla begins to play. Daniels: And here is the somewhat challenger out now, as he has one hell of an opportunity. I have never heard such a mixed reaction for a superstar as this. He may be the huge underdog in this match, but what a way to propel his new found career in Beautiful Agony, by beating the former World Champion. Masters: It is likely to happen in my view. How can you call a man who stands nearly seven feet tall and underdog? Cage is not in the right mind set for any contest, especially one against a man as dangerous as the Ripper. If Cage is not careful here, he could be put out of the Title race…permanently! Daniels: And some may say McNally would be up there in the race, if he were to win this contest. Masters: Yes he will. He is the Ripper, and now wearing BA colors. At first it shocked me, and made me feel queasy, however I have a good feeling about Bryan being in BA, XTC should beware! Daniels: It’s a team of very different personalities, but that’s a good thing in my view. They can strike form any angle… Masters: Just like Alanso… Daniels: You have bad memories of that? Huh cowboy? Masters: Again, don’t speak like Buck Evans, it’s just not your style. Anyway, Cage better take his mind off the belt if he wants to survive this, and McNally now has a whole stable backing him against the former World Champion, this could be a night he will never forget. ‘The Pretender’ by Foo Fighters begins to play as the whole arena bursts into hysterics for the former World Champion. Masters: Look at him Jarred, just take a look. Here is a man who is so un-focused, so hell bent on revenge, his mind is elsewhere and that is not a good thing when your about to face a monster. Daniels: How can you tell all of this just from his entrance. As I see things, Cage wants to prove to the World tonight why he deserves to still be World Champion, he is a professional and he knows what needs to be done. Sirena seems to be having a good word with her man, Cage, and with her backing, he should be focused enough to win this contest. Masters: No matter how persuasive that piece of tottie is Jarred, it’s no match for the sheer force and aggression of the Ripper. And if I was Cage, I would certainly not have brought my partner out here when I know what danger she could be in. Daniels: You wouldn’t have William? Masters: Actually, you quite right Jarred, if it was me and my ex, I would drag her out here and throw her into the arms of McNally. Daniels: There you go. Now then folks…Sirena is on the outside, Towers now beside the bell-sounder, the referee looks set, and so are these two men, I think were almost ready to begin. Masters: It doesn’t start Jarred until the bell sou… *DING DING* Masters: Bloody time-keeper interrupting me, YOU LITTLE SCRAWNY URCHIN…WHO THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! Daniels: And were off her, not only the match but I think William has just let one off too, please William just sit down, spicy chili hot dogs, a bad temper and weak bowels really do not match well! Masters: Are you kidding me. If you can smell something it’s probably one of the hillbillies in the crowd tonight, gambled away their aftershave have they?! - As the match start, Cage makes it clear to Bryan that he is not intimidated by the size difference, as he walks up to the center of the ring meeting McNally there and going toe to toe. Bryan gives a dry smile before launching a clobbering punch at Cage, knocking him down upon impact. Masters: WOAH!! Cage felt the force of that one, must give him memories of being clonked in the head with that briefcase. Daniels: I dare say Cage still has nightmares every night about that, as do most of these fans, William. Masters: I doubt it, there too busy dreaming about porn, gambling and drink… Daniels: My exact Friday night! - Cage gets straight back up as the fans cheer, the whole World seeing the intensity that Cage is portraying here early on. As Cage gets in Bryan’s face again, the Ripper this time head butts him as Cage once again goes crashing back to the canvas. Bryan now marches up and lifts Cage back up, throwing him into the corner like a rag doll. Bryan unleashes with lefts and rights, but remarkably, Cage is just telling him to hit him harder. Daniels: Well if ever the High Definition star had lost a nerve here, now is the time. I have never seen him so fired up William. Masters: There’s being fired up, and then there’s just pure lost it, and Cage has lost it here. There’s only so many of those shots from the Ripper Cage can take before going brain damaged… Daniels: And this unorthodox style of Cage has actually sent Bryan reeling here, he doesn’t know what to do. - As Bryan clobbers Cage with another right, noticing it has little effect on the fired up former Champion, Bryan now back peddles in desperation. Suddenly he turns up the gear as he comes charging at Cage with pace… BODY PRESS… NO…Cage dodges, now it’s Cage with the upper hand…Cage hits Bryan with a right, now a left, Cage is now chopping at the seven footers chest, I think the monster is actually getting out powered here. Cage now steps back as Bryan drifts forward…CAGE HIT’S A STANDING DROPKICK! Daniels: I saw this coming straight from the off set William, Cage is on fire. Never through his Title reign was he really challenged as much as Fiscus has, and now he has lost his Title, Cage is 100% back on track. Masters: Your going overboard Jarred, he has only managed to launch a couple of attacks on Bryan, he hasn’t won a bloody gold medal or anything Jarred. STRYKER…STRYKER…STRYKER… Daniels: And I suppose these fans are going overboard too? Bryan now tries to rise back up, only to have Cage lift him back to his feet. Cage now hits another array of knife edge chops, now going for an Irish whip, however Bryan reverses as Cage goes bouncing off the ropes, rebounds and DUCKS a clothesline, Cage now still on the run as Bryan waits for him…CAGE FRONT DROPKICKS THE KNEE OF THE GIANT!!!! Cage now gets back up as Bryan is left on his knees. Cage bounces off the ropes once more now flying towards McNally at high speeds…MCNALLY IS BACK UP AND CATCHES CAGE… OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!!!!!!!! Daniels: MY GOD THE IMPACT…CAGE JUST GOT STUCK UP IN THE ROPES THEN… Masters: And landed on his head. Bryan, all he has to do is hit you with one powerhouse move, and that could be it. Daniels: I dare say Cage doesn’t know where he is right now…his head must be spinning. Bryan pulls Cage back into the center of the ring and hooks the leg… 1 - - - - - 2 - - - - - CAGE KICKS OUT! - The fans are quiet now as Bryan stands back up, with a handful of Cage’s hair. Bryan lifts Cage up onto his shoulders, as the Hero from Hollywood tries to fight his way out. Bryan now just literally walking around the ring with Cage on his shoulders… Masters: This monster makes Cage look like a sack of potatoes… Daniels: And what is this?! THE POTATO PEELER…OH!!!!!!! MCNALLY WITH THE…EYES OF IRELAND!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: Big European uppercut there from the military press drop, Cage almost spun 360 in mid air there. - The fans begin to go almost silent now as McNally stands tall over the former Champion. Bryan stands over Cage, as he thrusts his arms up into the air, letting out a large roar. Daniels: I think he should stop posing and get on with things. Masters: he is in complete control…this man can pose all he li…AHHHHHH!!! Daniels: HAHAHAHA serves him right, William, Cage with a school boy out of no where… 1 - - - - - 2 - - - - - KICKOUT! Masters: Thank God! Cage loves his school boys… Daniels: Erm, that doesn’t sound right, William. - The energy has been pumped back into the arena as Cage comes close. Bryan rolls out of harms way as he sits, levering himself on the ropes as Cage stands up, smirking at Bryan telling him he was ‘this’ close. Cage leans over the ropes now and kisses Sirena on the cheek, this making Bryan for some reason growl with anger. Bryan stands up to his feet, as both men now stand off once again. Daniels: And look at this Willie, it seems your little theory was wrong. And things are totally on the other foot now, Cage has got inside the head of McNally, and it is he who is the snarling beast. Masters: You think that is a good thing for Cage? To make a seven foot giant with no remorse, angry? Daniels: Hmm. You may have a point, William. - Cage now slaps Bryan right in the face as the crowd give mixed reactions. Cage quickly ducks a right hand attempt from Bryan, then spears him into the ropes. Cage now begins to hit several knees to Bryan’s abdomen, taking the breath out of the big man. Now with more knife edge chops to the sternum, Bryan though thrusting Cage away like a fly, as Cage goes rolling backwards. Masters: And in that split second Jarred, you saw Cage’s face turn from a cocky smirk, into a scared fragile child. Daniels: Cage knowing his punches and kicks aren’t going to faze this monster, however the former Champ has tricks up his sleeve. - Cage steps in as Bryan also goes for the attack, Cage cleverly going for the weaker legs of Bryan, hitting him in the knee with a shin kick. Cage hits another, as Bryan growls with fury. Cage then goes for another but Bryan catches his foot, licking his lips as he thinks about what to do… ***CRASH*** Daniels: OH WOW, Bryan talking too long there over what to do, and Cage hit’s a tremendously athletic ensiguri…Bryan is now reeling. Cage now grabs Bryan as the fans will him on, Sirena looking almost shocked as Cage goes for glory… Daniels: Wow Cage hit’s a Spine Buster on a three hundred pound giant! Masters: I’m shocked he went for that maneuver, maybe this guy is pumped up enough to get the win here…he hooks the legs!!! 1 - - - - 2 - - - - - - 3! Daniels: NO…Near three count there, Bryan just managing to lift the shoulder up, but barely. Masters: Cage needs to stay on the attack here now sensibly, rather than letting his ego get the best of him. Daniels: His ego? Masters: Yes he believes he should be the World Champion still, he is just deluding himself from the truth. Daniels: Oh and what might that be, William? Masters: He’s just not good enough. Daniels: Well I think Cage and these fans may have something to say about that, the fans now making a racket as Cage goes up tot the top rope… - Sirena nods her head and smiles as Cage looks on towards Bryan, who is laid out in the middle of the ring like a beached whale. The fans are on the edge of their seats as Cage now… RISKS LIFE AND LIMB… AND HIT’S A FLYING FROG SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1 - - - - 2 - - - - - - 3... NO…Bryan powers out! Masters: I’m not sure that move was the sensible way to go, he hurt himself more than McNally I think there. Daniels: It was a risk but it paid off, Bryan like a lump of concrete though, both men now down. Masters: And the referee is beginning the count. Well hello…as Sirena hit’s her hands on the apron, if you look closely Jarred, yes…she is wearing a pink thong, my favorite! Daniels: You pervert. And I bet you mean you like to wear pink thongs, I have heard rumors that you and Montana like that sort of thing. Masters: And I have heard rumors that your getting fired at the end of the year, Merry Christmas! - The referee is now on the count of six. Cage begins to fumble around, the fans cheering him on. McNally suddenly sits up, his eyes wide open, beginning to stand to his feet as Cage levers himself up on the ropes. Both men are up at the count of 8. Bryan goes for a big boot, but Cage ducks, now running off towards the ropes but McNally follows in hot pursuit…Cage ducks again as Bryan goes flying over the top rope. No, McNally hangs onto the apron as he stands back up, on the wrong side of the ropes. Cage now comes flying towards him…SPEAR AS BRYAN CRASHES INTO THE GUARD RAIL!!!!!!!! The fans chant Cage on as he now begins to warm himself up. Bryan stands back to his feet enraged, but Cage is too quick… SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: Goodness me, maybe this man should be in Beautiful Agony, he is hitting these high flying moves without fault. Masters: Bryan brings a new piece of muscle to the BA stable, and he will prove his worth here. Cage can fly all he wants, but once his wing gets injured, there’s no escaping the grasp of the Ripper! Daniels: You should be a commercial. Masters: I know. This face and this voice, it’s a wonder I’m not advertising my own range of aftershave. - The fans sit back down on their seats still buzzing form Cage’s stunts. Cage now rolls back into the ring as Bryan follows. Cage goes for a fury of punches but as McNally gets back to his feet, he grabs Cage by the throat. Masters: Here we go… MCNALLY GOES FOR A CHOKESLAM… BUT CAGE SLIPS OFF…AND PUSHES BRYAN FRONT INTO THE CORNER…HE BOUNCES OFF…SCHOOL BOY AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! 1 - - - - - 2 - - - - - - 3!!!!!!! Masters: Is that it? Daniels: NO BRYAN KICKS OUT…THERE REF SIGNALS A TWO COUNT…SO CLOSE!!!! Masters: I told you Cage likes his school boys. Daniels: Would you please stop saying that, daym. - Bryan can not control his temper now as he storms over towards Cage and hits him hard in the throat with a high knee. Bryan goes bizerk as he lifts Cage up by his head, and hits some kind of two handed choke slam. Cage bounces off the canvas and rolls out of harms way, out of the ring. Sirena begins to attend to her man, as Bryan sees an opportunity. He runs up and HIT’S A BASEBALL SLIDE…BUT GOES FOR SIRENA!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: MY GOD THE SICK EVIL MAN. HE NEARLY GOT SIRENA THERE. Luckily Cage managed to put himself in harms way. Masters: He was going for Cage, Jarred, stop being so judgmental. Daniels: Stop being a blind imbecile, he was clearly on the one way course for Sirena there, this man has never been normal when it comes to women. Masters: That’s something you and him have in common then. The fans boo Bryan loudly as he makes a ‘it was an accident sign’ at Sirena. He now begins to stalk her around ringside…BUT CAGE IS BACK UP!!!! Cage now shoulder barges Bryan into the steel ring post, before placing him back in the ring. He checks on Sirena before climbing up the steps and back through the ropes. Bryan begins to stir as Cage now stalks him for a change, like a predator over it’s prey… Kick to the gut… IMPLANT DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: Goodnight sweetheart! Masters: Don’t call me sweetheart! Daniels: Wait what is Cage doing here? He isn’t going for the pin? Masters: HAHA I know his temper would let him down and get the best of him. Daniels: I think Cage is locking in what appears to be…A SHARPSHOOTER…what a move to apply on such a large man. Masters: And McNally is out cold here, of course the referee counts him down… 1 - - - - - 2 - - - - - - 3!!!! *DING DING* Daniels: There it is, Cage wanted to add insult to injury, and he isn’t LETTING GO…WE NEED HELP OUT HERE QUICK! Masters: And this is your champion, Jarred, a shamble, a shell of a man, what a disgrace to the sport. Daniels: Okay calm down it’s not like he killed your mother. Cage finally lets go but Bryan looks hurt, a move like that can really be effective on a big man, Bryan holding his back like it could be damaged. Towers: And here is your winner…CAGE STRYKER!!! Masters: Hardly a sportsman-like way of winning… Daniels: But he got the job done and he looks to be dead set on getting back to the top. - As McNally gets helped out of the ring and up the ramp by referees and medics, Cage Stryker slides out of the ring like a man possessed and hits Bryan down with a forearm smash form behind. Masters: What is this lunatic doing now?! If he has a problem with the Champ, then attack the champ, not Bryan McNally. Daniels: I think he is sending a message to the Champ, William. However he may be making a few enemies in Beautiful Agony. - Cage lifts Bryan back up as the medics look on not being able to do a thing. Cage now hit’s the STRYKER DRIVER DOWN ON THE CONCRETE!!!!!! Bryan begins to twitch on the floor as the referees try and get closer. Cage now though locks back in the sharpshooter, as Bryan passes out immediately, foam spewing out of his mouth. The referees try and prize him off, but it’s the attempts of Sirena and BRIAN BLAZE who is out there, now pulling Cage free from Bryan’s crippled body. Daniels: Cage is now signaling one thing and one thing only, he wants back the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!! Masters: And this is how he thinks he can achieve that? Daniels: It may not be fair, and it may not be pretty, but here in the ultra violent zone, anything goes! Masters: Fine, maybe I should start attacking you week in week out and eventually you will be fired…you like the sound of that? Daniels: Like to see you try old man. Anyway, As Cage leaves the arena, we sure as hell know he is back and better than ever, Fiscus better be watching carefully. We’ll be right back folks after we get proper help for McNally, see you in a bizzle. Masters: Bizzle?! *****-----*****
The show returns as "In The End" by Linkin Park begins to play and out walks "The Real Deal" Rob Wright dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a Real Deal Mr. Money in the Bank t-shirt. He stops for a moment and raises his Money in the Bank briefcase over his head causing the fans to boo. He lowers his arm and starts to walk to the ring. Rob rolls into the ring and heads for the closest corner and jumps up on the second rope. He raises his Money in the Bank briefcase again and you can see him mouth the words..."the only one left." He hops down from the corner and walks up to Jessica Towers and asks for her microphone. Rob walks to the center of the ring and lifts the microphone to his mouth.
Rob Wright: I asked for this time because there's something that I want to get off my chest. So I went to our new General Manager Jesse Montana and asked him for some time on tonights show to address those issues, and Jesse...being the man that he is...he granted me my request.
The crowd begins to boo.
Rob Wright: ReUnited We Stand...
The crowd starts to cheer.
Rob Wright: ReUnited We Stand was one hell of a show. We saw big names return. We saw the greatest matches ever performed. We saw titles change hands, and although I'm not standing in this ring holding the CZW World Heavyweight Championship. I'm not mad because I still have this. (He raises the Money in the Bank briefcase over his head.) And it's the only one left.
Rob looks directly into the camera.
Rob Wright: By the way...congtaulations on the win, Alan. I could've done the same thing that you did. After you beat Cage. I could have walked down to that ring and easily picked you apart. But I chose not to because I don't want my legacy to begin with a cheap victory like that. When I cash in and win the CZW World Heavyweight Title people are gonna say that I earned it, but before I get off track. Let me get back to the reason that I'm out here. ReUnited We Stand was supposed to be The Next Generation's night. We had two chances to win the Elimination Chamber...Mountain Man was defending his Ultraviolent Championship...and Tim had a shot to win the CZW T.V. Title, but things didn't go according to plan. To sum it all up. It just wasn't our night. Not one member of The Next Generation won the match that they were in, and I absolutely disgusted by that.
All of a sudden, "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory begins to play and Tim Timmons makes his way to the ring with his usual cocky strut.
Daniels: Something just doesn’t feel right between this duo, I have heard rumors that they have not even spoke to each other in the back.
Masters: Where do you hear these thing, Jarred? Are you sleeping with a backstage worker.
Daniels: Yeah, Mandy…Jessica…Gina…
Masters: I was thinking more on the lines of Butch, the hot dog dispenser.
Daniels: What in the World?! Anyway Tim and Rob are in the same ring here now, but are they on the same page?
Masters: Of course Jarred, these guys are the Next Generation, they have a bright future here in CZW!
He slides in the ring and snatches the microphone from Rob. Tim clears his throat before speaking.
Tim Timmons: You know Rob. It's funny you said things didn't go according to plan because things didn't. You and King were supposed to work as a team, and if one of you two didn't win. You were supposed to cash in your case after the chamber. That was the plan.
Rob snatches the microphone from Tim.
Rob Wright: Yeah. That was the plan that you cam up with, but when King decided to show who he really is, a coward. I decided to call an audible. I came up with my own plan.
Tim snatches the microphone from Rob, but Rob pulls the microphone away. Tim walks over to Towers and gets another microphone.
Tim Timmons: Oh really. And what was this plan.
Rob Wright: Look out for number one. Something I haven't done since joining The Next Generation. You see, when you came to me and asked me if I wanted to be a part of your new group. I said yes, but I said that with only one thing in mind...making a name for myself, but you started preaching about doing what's best for the team. Do what's best for The Next Generation. Question for you Tim. While King, Mountain Man, and myself were doing what was best for the team. What were you doing?
Tim Timmons: What was I doing? I was trying...
Rob interrupts him.
Rob Wright: Rhetorical question Tim. I already know the answer. You were using us so you could try and win the CZW World Title. All you were ever concerned with was helping Tim Timmons, and I was totally oblivious to it. But not anymore.
Tim Timmons: What are you talking about?
Rob Wright: You were using us to make a name for yourself, Tim. All you cared about was winning the CZW World Heavyweight Title. You didn't give a damn about anyone of us. All you truely cared about was Tim Timmons. Well...now it's my turn to not give a damn.
Rob points to the Combatron and a video starts to play.
Rob Wright: Remember this, Tim? Bad Ass: f**k you. f**k you. f**k you. f**k you. Rob Wright, you're so much better than this, but since your still stuck suckling at the teet of a man who can't buy a win, then f**k you too! Matt smirks as he turns, leaving the locker room alive with the sound of angered voices and thrown chairs. The camera cuts back to Rob. Rob Wright: At first I thought Covey was back on the sauce, but then I heard this. Rob points to the Combatron again. Another video starts to play. Only this time it footage of Alan Fiscus, from one of his promo's. Alan Fiscus: The last time I looked, for some reason, you were aligned with the likes of Tim Timmons and Caleb Walker. Two of the biggest pieces of shit floating in the CZW toilet bowl. I had given up on you, like I'd given up on everyone else. The camera cuts back to Rob. Rob Wright: Believe it or not...It was this next clip that really got me thinking about what Tim Timmons is all about. Rob points to the tron one last time. This time a video of Tim Timmons begins to play. Tim Timmons: Then Mike King and Rob Wright goes on to win the CZW Global Tag Team Championship one of the men who I took under my wing and made him the star he is today Mr. Money in the Bank Rob Wright. Rob was a nobody before I brought him in. The video stops and the camera cuts back to Rob in the ring. Rob Wright: It was at that point that I really started to think if this was the path that I want to go down. Do I want to follow a self-centered man that only cares about himself, or do I want to make a name for my self? But I still couldn't make a choice...until my so-called partner, King decided to pussy out of the chamber match. Before I announce my decision. I wanna respond to what you had to say. So...here goes. First off, Let's get one thing straight. Tim Timmons didn't make Rob Wright a star. Rob Wright and all of these fans made me a star. And if I was a nobody before you brought me in...what does that make you Tim? Because ever since I joined The Next Generation. I have been climbing to the top. Meanwhile...you continue to struggle to climb the ladder of success. Let's go through my accoplishments and compare them to yours. First I won the CZW Tag Team Titles, and you won...no titles. Even though you have had countless opportunities to try and beat Cage. Next, I won the Money in the Bank briefcase, and you have lost almost every match you have been in since the inception of The Next Generation. The camera cuts to Tim who has a furious look on his face. Tim lifts the microphone to his mouth. Tim Timmons: Rob, you're really starting to piss me off. So...before I start to beat your ass all around this arena. Why don't you tell me what it is that your getting at. Masters: Yeah Rob, what the bloody hell are you getting at?! Daniels: Shush quiet William. Rob Wright: What I'm getting at is this....(Rob looks Tim dead in the eyes.)...I don't think you're qualified to be the leader of The Next Generation. Tim Timmons: Oh...so that's it. You wanna challenge me for leadership of The Next Generation. Try it...and I will put you in your place. Rob starts to chuckle. Rob Wright: Tim...you got it all wrong buddy. I don't wanna become leader of The Next Generation. As I said before the chamber match. I don't give a damn about The Next Generation. So, I guess what I'm trying to say...No. What I am saying that as of this moment...Rob Wright is no longer a member of The Next Generation. You see, thanks to this. (Rob lifts the Money in the Bank briefcase.) I have a bright future here and the CZW. I'm guaranteed a CZW World Title shot when and where ever I want, and unlike you. I won't choke. Tim Timmons: I hate to break it to you, Rob, but you will never become CZW Heavyweight Champion. You don't have what it takes. Take it from me. If I can't win the CZW Heavyweight Title. There is no way in hell that you can. Tim begins to laugh. Rob Wright: That's the thing, Tim. You've had how many shots at the World Title? Like six million? When I cash in it's only gonna take me one shot. Because when push comes to shove...Rob Wright is better than Tim Timmons, and just like this briefcase guarantees me a shot at the World Title. I guarantee that I will become the CZW World Heavyweight Champion...before you. Rob's last statement causes Tim to take a swing at Rob, but Rob blocks it and lands a punch of his own. "In The End" begins to play as Rob rolls out of the ring and starts to walk up the ramp. Daniels: My goodness, I kind of sensed something was up with these guys, but I never thought things had gotten this bad. Masters: Rob has made a big mistake, what a foolish act turning on the man who made his name huge. Daniels: I don’t think Tim made Rob who he is today, that would be just his ego talking. And Rob in case you forgot William, has that briefcase, something Tim Can’t get him. Masters: No need to turn on your partners though Jarred, he will regret that decision I’m sure. Daniels: And what is next for the Next Generation, and indeed, Rob Wright, Mr. Money in the Bank… Halfway up the ramp Rob turns and looks back at the ring. Tim has made it back to his feet. Tim does a throat-slash gesture towards Rob. Rob talks some trash to Tim. He raises the Money in the Bank briefcase, turns and begins to walk to the back as CZW Overdrive goes to commercial. *****-----*****
-=- TWO OF THE BEST TEAMS IN CZW GO AT IT! -=- *****-----***** DANIELS: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, what a match we just witnessed. Cage Stryker taking on the monster, Bryan McNally. MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, and what a shocker it was just now, Rob Wright announcing his departure of the Next Generation. DANIELS: Yes, quite the shock, just another in a long list of tonight’s twists and turns. And up next we will see the charismatic, high flying team of Krimzon Blaze and El Pablo, other wise know as El Fuego, taking on the intimidating, death defying team of Mortius and Brian Blaze, also know as Disasterpiece. This one will get ugly and fast. MASTERS: Like your mother… DANIELS: Grow up, William. And what a shocking announcement earlier in the show, Mike Monroe leaving Team XTC and re-grouping a legendary stable in Beautiful Agony. MASTERS: Yes and I have to be honest, I have always thought of Beautiful Agony as a group of sorry cry baby emo's, but never have we seen the team so strong. DANIELS: Well I personally have always liked BA as a team, and enjoyed their style, but your right on one thing Willie, now with McNally and Mortius on their side, a long with the entertaining high flyers in Mike, Eddie and number one contender to the World Title, Brian Blaze... MASTERS: Can I just cut you off there, Jarred. Firstly, if you call me, a man of honor and class, by the name of Willie again, let's just say you may need a 'Willie' spare. And also, Brian likes to think he is the number one contender, but he has nothing on the Sadistic Solution. DANIELS: We should never underestimate the X Champion, WILLIAM...he is not only the King of Combat Champion, he is one of the fastest rising stars we have here. MASTERS: And when did he win this King of Combat malarki? Oh yes that's right, when we had only five superstars in the company, no wonder he won the event, he was almost the only man 100% at the time...just like Cage spouting about him being World Champion for so long...he may think he deserves to be the champ still, but I believe he deserved to have lost that belt MONTHS AGO!!! DANIELS: And we as a nation...no a global fan base, deserve to see you WILLIE...get fired a long time ago. MASTERS: You think your so funny, Jarred, but you won't be laughing when Montana gives me a rise, and allows me to kick you all the way out of his company! DANIELS: Is this before or after your weekly ass licking of the CZW President? Well anyway, before you answer that William, I think we’re about ready so let’s go to Jessica Towers, standing by. MASTERS: I'll get you Jarred... TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is set for one fall. Introducing first… "Disasterpiece" by Slipknot blares over the sound system of the MGM Grand Garden Arena as Brian Blaze and Mortius make their way our from the curtains in a dim light. DANIELS: Brian Blaze, making his way out here and good lord how creepy is Mortius? MASTERS: I like this guy, Blaze, not so much but Mortius is creepy and I love it. DANIELS: You would. TOWERS: Introducing first, at a combined weight of five hundred, twenty four pounds…..hailing from Texas and Canada….representing TEAM BEAUTIFUL AGONY...MR.. ENTERTAINMENT…BRIAN BLAZE...AND MORTIUS….DISASTERPIECE!!!!!! Mortius and Blaze get into the ring, Blaze poses for the crowd as Mortius just kind of stands in the corner, looking all creepy and what not as they await El Fuego. "Los Angeles Is Burning" by Bad Religion plays over the MGM Grand Garden Arena and the fans go nuts with cheer as Krimzon Blaze and El Pablo make their way out. DANIELS: Bah God, this entire arena is on it’s feet and cheering quite loudly. TOWERS: And their opponents, hailing from Detroit, Michigan and Ports Mouth, England…..weighing at a combined weight of four hundred, thirty pounds…..representing TEAM XTC….THE AERIAL SPECIALIST….KRIMZON BLAZE…AND THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR…EL PABLO……EL….FUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEGOOOOO!!!!! DANIELS: Former intercontinental champion, El Pablo….one half of the Global tag team champions, Krimzon Blaze, this is going to be one hell of a showing. MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, well if we can still call that fire eating midget a tag team champion...here we have three high flyers, and one intimidating factor, I hope Mortius just obliterates El Fuego. I can’t stand these bloody, poppy, fan favorites. DANIELS: Well I think we’re just about ready to get this underway…. DING! DING! DING! DANIELS: There’s the bell and here we go. It looks like Brain Blaze is going to start against Krimzon Blaze. MASTERS: Blaze versus Blaze… DANIELS: Very good, X Division spectacular right here, William, both men now exchanging blows to the head. KB gains the advantage; he whips BB into the ropes now, here comes BB off the rebound and gets nailed with a standing drop kick as the crowd cheers. BB quickly jumps back up though. He turns around OHHH he gets nailed with a three sixty spinning heel kick! KB quickly covers…. 1! - - DANIELS: He only got a one count there. It’s a little too early and this match will continue. Mortius is desperately reaching out for a tag here as BB is lying, helplessly on the mat. BB inches ever so close…..I think he’s going to make the ta--- *THUMP!* DANIELS: NO….KB with a kick to the back of BB’s head to save the tag. MASTERS: Hell, I don’t bloody blame him, I wouldn’t want to get into the ring with Mortius either, the man is intimidating. DANIELS: Indeed, William and I must say, I love the new Disasterpiece ring attire, with the new logo and all, I also love the BA logos they have on the reverse side. Mortius was sporting them on his entrance attire and I see BB sporting the new logos on his tights. They have really established themselves as a team to be reckoned with. Of course, we have a number of great tag teams here in the Combat Zone, to include the team, Disasterpiece is battling it out with right now; El Fuego. MASTERS: Yes well, Disasterpiece is easily my favorite, only second to maybe, Total Mayhem, I love the dark, creepy teams. DANIELS: Speaking of best of the tag teams, KB, who is meant to be one half of the current global tag champs, is in control now as he stand BB up and whips him into the ropes. Here comes BB off the rebound….OHHH…KB goes for a back body drop but gets a vicious kick to the chest by BB, who ships KB into the ropes now and nails him with a flying clothesline. What a counter by BB, and finally, BB has control of this match. MASTERS: Yes, it is about bloody time. DANIELS: KB is lying on the mat now. BB pulls him up by his hair and launches him into the corner of the ring. BB begins punishing KB with viscous punches to the mid-section. BB grabs the head of KB now and OHH eye rakes!! That’s got to hurt. BB scoops KB up and lays him, upside down in the corner. This does not bode well for the global tag champ as BB backs up. MASTERS: OHH Tree of woe, I feel a baseball slide coming on. DANIELS: I think you just might be right, William. But wait….I think KB is about to wiggle his way out of this predicament. The referee, arguing with BB now, wait….NO WHAT THE HELL??....MORTIUS SNEAKS HIS WAY OVER TO THE CORNER WHERE KB IS HANGING …. MORTIUS GRABS KB’S LEG….THIS ISN’T RIGHT!!! HE’S HOLDING KB IN PLACE AND HERE COMES BB!!! *THWACK!* DANIELS: OHHH THAT HAD TO HURT!!! BASEBALL SLIDE INTO THE FACE OF KB!! MASTERS: HAHA I LOVE IT!! DANIELS: Pablo is irate now, as he slaps the turnbuckle, reaching as far as he can over the top rope, for a desperation tag. Mortius steps into the ring as him and BB begin stomping the life out of KB, in the corner. The referee now pleading with Mortius to get back to his corner. Here comes Pablo for the save but he is cut off by Darren Powers. But now Powers has taken his eyes off Mortius, the two men continue their assault on the tag champ. MASTERS: This is beautiful! Some may say...Beautiful Agony! DANIELS: Shut up William. BB stands KB up, Mortius and BB whip KB into the ropes. Here comes KB off the rebound…REVERSE…..DOUBLE DDT!!! BAH G OD….BB AND MORT WERE GOING FOR A TWO MAN CHOKE SLAM BUT KB REVERSES SAID ATTEMPT AND HITS BOTH MEN WITH A DOUBLE DDT!!! MASTERS: BLASPHEMY!!! DANIELS: BB is down, Mortius is down….KB CRAWLS OVER TO HIS CORNER AS THE FANS GO NUTS!!! CROWD: FUEGO!!!! XTC!!!! FUEGO!!!! XTC!!!! FUEGO!!!! XTC!!!! FUEGO!!!! XTC!!!! FUEGO!!!! DANIELS: THESE FANS ARE BONKERS FOR THE XTC TEAMMATES!!! KB IS UP…HE’S GONNA LEAP FOR A TAG NOW!!! HERE COMES BB FOR THE SAVE AS HE MAKES A B LINE FOR KB!!! KB MAKES THE TAG!! PABLO LEAPS UP ON THE TOP ROPE…… *THUD!!* DANIELS: BAH GOD!!!! AHHH MI DIOS!!!! PABLO JUST HIT A 720 DDT ON BRIAN BLAZE!!! CROWD: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! MASTERS: BLOODY HELL WHAT A MOVE!!! DANIELS: You’re telling me! What athleticism by our former intercontinental champion. BB thought he had the save but he was too late and paid for it, dearly with that 720 DDT. Now it’s BB and Pablo. BB is crawling over to make a tag….why isn’t Pablo trying to stop him? MASTERS: Because he’s an idiot, Jarred. DANIELS: Pablo continues to just stand, idly by with his arms crossed, as BB makes the tag. It’s almost as if Pablo WANTS a piece of the Terror from Texas. This is quite a bold move by Mr. five star superstar. CROWD: PABLO!! PABLO!! PABLO!! PABLO!! PABLO!! MASTERS: This is an idiotic move by Pablo. He could have won this match, BB was not nearly one hundred percent. DANIELS: Well in any case, here comes Mortius, bearing a devious grin on his face as the two men size each other up. They hook up now, Mortius throws Pablo into the corner, with authority and begins punishing Pablo with vicious shots to the midsection. MASTERS: This is exactly what Pablo gets for trying to be a hero. DANIELS: Pablo is pinned up against the corner as Mortius backs up for leverage. Here comes Mortius, making a B line straight for Pablo……PABLO DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY!! MORTIUS GOES CRASHING INTO THE CORNER!! PABLO NAILS HIM WITH A DROP KICK TO THE BACK, SENDING MORTIUS RIGHT BACK INTO THE CORNER, FACE FIRST .. BAH GOD!!.....PABLO RUNS BACK UP TO MORTIUS AND HOOKS HIS LEGS AROUND MORTIUS’ BACK…..ROLL UP PIN!!! 1! - - - - - 2! - - - - - DANIELS: OHHH MORTIUS MANAGES TO KICK OUT!! MASTERS: Bloody hell, that was close! DANIELS: Good Lord, Pablo is so quick inside that ring. Both men are back to their feet now as Mortius garbs Pablo and whips him into the ropes. Pablo hits the ropes, followed up by Mortius. Pablo uses the ropes for leverage…. THWACK!! DANIELS: Bah God!!! Pablo nails Mortius with a springboard roundhouse kick to the face! MASTERS:….ROADHOUSE! DANIELS: Mortius is down and Pablo jumps up on the top turnbuckle. Pablo acknowledges the fans and that can mean only one thing…..PABLO SPLASH! MASTERS: OH BLOODY NOOO!!! DANIELS: Pablo gets set…..NO!! BB SNEAKS OVER AND KNOCKS PABLO OFF THE TOP ROPE….PABLO IS STRADDLING THE TURNBUCKLE…IN PAIN!! MASTERS: OHH THAT’S GOTTA HURT! DANIELS: Mortius walks over to Pablo and hooks his head….. THUD!!! DANIELS: Oh my goodness! Mortius just leveled Pablo with a vicious DDT from the top of the turnbuckle. Mort goes for the pin now! 1! - - - - - 2! - - - - DANIELS: NO! Krimzon Blaze runs over and saves the match with a stomp to the back of Mortius’ head. *The scene cuts to a shot from a back room where we see Cage Stryker, watching the match on a smaller, plasma TV monitor. Cage has his right hand on his chin as the shot is focused on Krimzon Blaze. After a few seconds, the scene goes back to Masters and Daniels.* DANIELS: What the hell was that about? MASTERS: I don’t know but it seems as though Cage Stryker has a slight interest in this particular match up. DANIELS: That’s weird but knowing this company, I’m sure we will find out soon enough. KB walks back over to his corner but here comes BB….. THWACK!!! DANIELS: BB nailed KB with a spear, sending KB through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. BB climbs out and picks KB up. He launches KB into the steel steps, shoulder first. BB walks over to the Spanish announce table and clears the table of monitors and covers. BB now picks KB back up and throws him on top of the table. BB climbs up as well as he stands KB back up….OH GOD!! MASTERS: I think I’m going to like what happens here. SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: AY DIOS MIOS!!! AY DIOS MIOS!! CRASH!!!!! DANIELS: BLAZE OF GLORY!!! BLAZE OF GLORY!! BAH GOD BLAZE OF GLORY!!! MASTERS: I told you I’d love it! DANIELS: Brian Blaze just took Krimzon Blaze out of this tag team equation! Meanwhile Mortius and Pablo are coming to, from being laid out inside the ring. Mortius is the first to his feet. Pablo is now on his knees. Mortius backs up and hauls ass toward Pablo…..STANDING DROP KICK COUNTER!!! Pablo counters just in time and hits Mortius with a standing drop kick! Mortius is back down on the mat as Pablo turns around to walk over to the turnbuckle….WAIT…… THWACK!!!! DANIELS: BLAZING ARROW!!!! BAH GOD BLAZING ARROW!!! MASTERS: YES!!! DANIELS: Brian Blaze snuck back into the ring and he just paid Pablo out with that sick kick, Blazing Arrow. BB pulls Pablo into place and revives Mortius as the fans boo, loudly! MASTERS: Do it. DO IT! DANIELS: Mortius scales the turnbuckle. He’s up now! ….. THUD!!! DANIELS: ……..FINAL REVOLUTION!!!!! MORTIUS HITS THE FALLEN PABLO WITH THE FINAL REVOLUTION! MORTIUS COVERS!! 1! - - - - - 2! - - - - - 3!!!!! TOWERS: HERE ARE YOU WINNERS…….BRIAN BLAZE AND MORTIUS….DISASTERPIECE!!!! DANIELS: Wow what a display these guys put on tonight. I hope KB is okay though. Disasterpiece make their way back down the aisle in celebration. Pablo is back to his feet as the fans cheer. MASTERS: I told you, Mortius and Brian Blaze proved to be too much for El Fuego. And that could be a signal for later on in this BA and XTC battle! DANIELS: Pablo is over at the fallen Spanish announce table as he helps his partner back up and into the ring, the fans get even louder as they support their favorite tag team. MASTERS: Losers! DANIELS: And I can only imagine, the match made for the next PPV, the two year anniversary for CZW, BA vs. XTC, Man-Rowan vs. El Fuego...Titles on the LINE! KB looks over at Daniels as he signals a title belt and then to Pablo with a smile on his face.
As the fans cheer what was an outstanding match….all of a sudden “The Pretender” by The Foo Fighters, blares over the PA system, then we see Cage Stryker appear on the combatron from backstage, as KB, Pablo and Disasterpiece look up in even more confusion……The music fades out as Cage begins to speak.
Cage: “Congratulations, Disasterpiece. You're probably wondering why I'm out here. It has nothing to do with this match or anything...it just has something to do with only one of you. And that's Krimzon Blaze.”
The fans roar and cheer.
Cage: “Now, KB, don't think I've forgotten what you said about me and the X-Division. You spit on all that I had done for it. You called me a joke even though your partner handed me the proverbial torch of the X-Division. So I tell you what...I'm challenging you to an X-Division rules match up. I'll show you exactly how I revolutionized that division and I'll show you that even considering yourself one of the greatest X-Division is laughable. You could barely hold onto that title for a week...let alone even trying to compare yourself to me. Now...if Brian would be so kind, I would love for him to be the ref of that match...and EP...I would love for you and Eddie Rowan to be outside enforcers for that match. I already proved to you, once KB...that I am a force to be reckoned with...but I guess I'm going to have to take you one on one to silence your blasphemy upon me and all I've stood for since coming to the CZW. The ball’s in your court now KB. I await your answer.”
The feed cuts out as the fans boo a little. KB stands there, holding his head in agony as Pablo looks on with a confused look on his face. MASTERS: I don’t even know what to say to that. This is all so confusing, I wonder how Cage Stryker got that match made, I wonder if our President approved it. Well we will get all this sorted out, and hopefully get an answer to Cage's perculiar challenge later on in the night. NOW, don’t go anywhere folks, up next we will see a battle amongst another two former stable mates as Eddie Rowan is set to take on the reigning Intercontinental champion, Maynard O’Toole. DANIELS: Shocking...tonight is like a combustion of shocks, CZW is well and truyl back baby and I'm just so excited by all of this. We'll be back shortly folks, go get yourselves a drink, food, popcorn, get yourself ready whichever way you can, because your not gonna want to miss the next part of OVERDRIVE! *****-----*****
Jarred: “The action we just saw was some of the most intense...wait a minute, William. I’m getting word of a disturbance backstage.”
The camera, including the huge Combatron screen, suddenly shows CZW alumni Chris Ross walking purposefully through a hall, a pipe in his hand. Two security guards attempt to stop him, but he pushes them aside. He walks through an opening...
...and comes out onto the platform at the wrestlers entrance! The participants of the last match are still at ringside, and those who are able to look at the intruder.
Jarred: “It’s Krazy Chris Ross! He’s not scheduled! What’s he doing here?”
Masters: “He has a microphone.”
Ross: “So CZW is reborn, and no one invited me? ME? Fine. If that’s the game, I’m gonna make CZW officials remember me! And I’ll do it at the expense of CZW’s favorite heroes, El Fuego!”
Ross throws the mic aside and walks toward the ring as the weakened El Pablo and Krimson Blaze try to ready themselves. However, from the wrestlers entrance sprints...
Jarred: “CALEB WALKER! Now what’s HE doing?”
From behind, Walker nearly beheads Chris Ross with a clothesline! Ross never knew what hit him! Walker picks the man up, drags him back toward the entrance...and hits with his “Beast Within’ finisher, a vertical suplex piledriver! Scowling as if what he’s done isn’t enough yet, Caleb drags his victim back up, then rams Ross’ head INTO the lowest left corner screen of the Combatron! The screen explodes and smoke billows out as a singed and knocked out Chris Ross slumps onto his back. Caleb picks up the microphone.
Caleb: “Don’t think I’m protecting anyone in the ring. Simply put, Chris Ross is not part of CZW, and he has no place here on camera. So says Caleb Walker, God of War.”
With that, Caleb heads through the entrance and returns backstage.
Jarred: “Caleb is really on a rampage tonight. I...I can’t believe it.” Masters: Exactly what I like to see. It’s great to have Caleb back, and maybe, just maybe he will get you soon… Daniels: Thanks for those recurring thoughts, William. Anyway, up next we have the Intercontinental Champ in action, but with Clash around, can he focus on his opponent tonight, Eddie Rowan! It’s up next!!! *****-----*****
-=- FORMER STABLEMATES COLLIDE! -=- *****-----***** TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit!" The crowd cheers TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds... 'Rated E For Everyone'... EDDIE ROWAN!!" "Slip Slide Melting" plays over the PA as the crowd is cheering heavily. Eddie comes out, a smile on his face, and does a few poses. He is wearing a black and white wrestling ensemble. He jogs down to the ring, high fiving fans along the way TOWERS: "And his opponent... hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina and weighing in at 255 pounds... the current CZW Intercontinental champion... 'The OGT'... MAYNARD O'TOOLE!!" "Bloodline" plays over the PA, as the crowd continues to cheer. Maynard steps out, with the title slung over his left shoulder. He is wearing black shorts with OGT written on the ass. He is somewhat surprised at the warm welcome, and does a few poses. He walks down to the ring, and poses a few more times while inside DANIELS: "Well here it is, William, friend against friend... ex-Whole Damn Show members going against each other." MASTERS: "Well they might be bosom buddies outside of the ring, but inside they better bring their A game!" DANIELS: "Of course they will, both men are extremely competitive and this will be an exciting match! The bell rings, and both men walk up to each other. They bump knuckles, class acts both these men are. They begin to circle each other, as I assume this will be a classic technical style match." MASTERS: "It'd better be good, no matter how they play." DANIELS: "They lock up, and the struggle begins. Both men doing their best to take charge, and Maynard does so as he locks on a side headlock. Maynard has the weight and strength advantage, but Eddie holds the speed advantage." MASTERS: "Are you saying Eddie sells speed?" DANIELS: "What!? I'm fairly certain Eddie is straight edge, William! Maynard cinches in for a few moments, and Eddie finally pushes him into the ropes. On the rebound, and Maynard easily knocks Eddie down on his back. Maynard runs back to the ropes, and Eddie flips over on his belly. Maynard hops over, and Eddie leaps up. OH!" MASTERS: "That was a text book dropkick right there, and he got ol' Mayo right in the mush!" DANIELS: "And Eddie is smirking at Maynard, as he checks his mouth for blood while on his knees. Maynard nods, and gets back up to his feet. They lock up again, and Maynard again locks on a headlock. This time he flips Eddie over with a takedown, and continues to grind down on Eddie's neck." MASTERS: "Smart thinking here by the champ, keep the high flyer grounded." DANIELS: "Maynard grinds as Eddie is trying to get out of it... and Eddie manages to get his legs wrapped around Maynard's head, but he doesn't get a good grip. At least he got out of the hold. Maynard slips out and both men back up to their feet... and Eddie nails a European uppercut! Maynard staggers back... Eddie throws him to the ropes. On the rebound, Maynard ducks the lariat. On the next rebound, Eddie nails Maynard with a spinning heel kick!" MASTERS: "And this time he capitolizes, as he is quickly up and picks Maynard up. He nails a swinging neckbreaker! He goes for the cover." ONE . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Eddie is back up, and grabs Maynard in a side headlock of his own. He edges over to a corner, and jumps... nailing a swinging bulldog! Good move there, and Eddie goes for another cover." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Almost got him there, that quick bastard. Oh, here comes a mistake... he's going to the top rope!" DANIELS: "Eddie, one of the masters of high flying assaults, gets his balance and levels Maynard up... He leaps... looking for the flying senton... but Maynard moves out of the way! Eddie lands right on his back." MASTERS: "And that will definitely take the wind right out of you. Maynard is up, and shakes out the cobwebs. He picks Eddie up, and positions him... BOUCHE! He nails a massive power bomb! Maynard's turn to go for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Bouche?" MASTERS: "Well, yeah... I hear him saying it, so I thought why not? It sounds cool." DANIELS: "I suppose. Maynard has Eddie back up, and irish whips him hard into a corner. Maynard runs in and crushes Eddie with an avalanche! Eddie stumbles out as Maynard goes to the ropes... running bulldog! Another cover." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Maynard in complete control now, as he is back up and picks Eddie up." MASTERS: "You talk too much, Jarred. Maynard positions Eddie for a reverse DDT, this could the end.... and look at that, Eddie with impressive agility, kicks Maynard in the head! Maynard drops Eddie, who is sluggish to get back up. Eddie dropkicks Maynard's knees from under him! I love that move." DANIELS: "It is quite effective, and I have to talk a lot or else you'd be going on and on about Jesse Montana! Eddie runs to the ropes, and nails a legdrop to the back of Maynard's head. He's going for the top rope again, as the crowd is electric." MASTERS: "He never learns." DANIELS: "Eddie positions, a little more determination in his eyes. He leaps as Maynard is just getting up on his feet... DEAR GOD! What a move! Shooting star dropkick! Eddie crawls over on top of Maynard for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Wow! He kicked out!" DANIELS: "And the crowd is chanting loudly.." CROWD: "THIS IS AWESOME ... THIS IS AWESOME ..." MASTERS: "Even these ignorant Las Vegas vultures know how great this match! I'm impressed." DANIELS: "Please, William. Eddie is back up and grabs Maynard's legs... and he locks in a rolling leglock! Maynard yells out in pain, as I am sure he is a little dizzy from that flip. The referee is asking Maynard if he wants to stop, but Maynard shakes his head no." MASTERS: "I guess Eddie's not a one trick pony, which I assume is why he's so popular and successful. I still don't give a damn, however!" DANIELS: "Duly noted. Maynard inches as Eddie is grinding in the hold... Maynard reaches for... and he gets the bottom rope. Eddie doesn't hestitate to release the hold. He is back up, and lifts Maynard up. A chop to the dazed chest. Another. Another! He throws Maynard to the ropes. Maynard is leap frogged over. On the rebound, Maynard holds onto the ropes as Eddie leaps but realizes in time not to execute the move he planned. He runs at Maynard... and bah gawd, Maynard back body drops Eddie over the top rope!" MASTERS: "And he splattered like a bug, he did!" DANIELS: "Maynard has a sense on concern on his face, but he is a wily veteran. He gets out and picks Eddie up. After he sees that Eddie is awake, he returns the series of chops! Eddie's chest is beat red. Maynard grabs Eddie's head and slams it against the apron. He then throws Eddie back in the ring, and follows." MASTERS: "Now it's time for the OGT to wrap this up." DANIELS: "Maynard lifts Eddie up in a fireman's carry... this could be it, William, this could be the Third Eye!" MASTERS: "No, that weasel Eddie... well he weasled out!" DANIELS: "Eddie kicks Maynard in the gut and locks him up... he's going for the Evenflow! But NO! Maynard back body drops him.. wait, Eddie holds on and rolls him up!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Damn that was close!" DANIELS: "Both men are lain out on the mat now, both blew up from this intense action. The crowd is mostly cheering Eddie's name, but there's a good sized amount chanting O'Toole's. Eddie is crawling to his right as Maynard is crawling to his left. The crowd is electric as both men make it to the ropes and pull themselves up. They look at each other, and you can tell there is an immense amount of respect between these two men." MASTERS: "That may be, but you can also tell that each of them know they'll have to turn it up a notch to get this very important win." DANIELS: "They begin to lumber towards each other, groggily... Maynard comes in with a right fist! Eddie returns a left. They go back and forth, and I don't think Eddie can win a slug fest with Maynard." MASTERS: "And he can't, as Mayo takes the lead. Maynard kicks Eddie in the gut... another power bomb is coming! Or he might be going for the Opiate here!" DANIELS: "He lifts Eddie up.. and Eddie falls down to his feet, behind Maynard! He turns around, and Eddie with a kick to the gut... He nails an inverted atomic drop, and Maynard falls to his knees. Eddie runs to the ropes.... shining wizard!! Eddie goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "The champ kicked out!" DANIELS: "Amazing! They lay for a moment, before Eddie gets up first. He stumbles over to the corner, another high risk move! He gets up on top.. but Maynard is up and follows him up! They begin sluggishly duking it out... and again, Maynard takes control! He cinches in, punching at Eddie's gut... he lifts!!!...." * THUD! * DANIELS: "Impactful superplex! Dear god, the whole arena shook!" MASTERS: "Sometimes the simpliest moves are the most deadly, Jarred! Maynard should have this one in the bank now!" DANIELS: "Both men, laid out once again... Maynard crawls over... and drapes his left arm over Eddie's chest!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Another kick out!" DANIELS: "This is a great match, as we knew it would be! Maynard is up on his knees, and now up to his feet. He picks up Eddie... and he locks on a sleeperhold! Eddie is fighting for dear life!" MASTERS: "Again, the simpliest of moves... and this very well could be the finish!" DANIELS: "Eddie is struggling.. he lifts up.... and he drops down! Jawbreaker to break the sleeperhold. Both men again down on the mat. They slowly begin to get up to their feet after a few long moments. The crowd remains electric, everyone on the edge of their seats. They're now up to their feet. Another duke out!" MASTERS: "C'mon Eddie, you should know better than that by now!" DANIELS: "Eddie, however, seems to be taking the advantage! He has Maynard dazed and confused. Eddie spins around and runs to the ropes.... He leaps... and O'Toole ducks!! Eddie just nailed a flying lariat on the referee, and now he is out! We have three men laid out on the mat, and the crowd is screaming loudly." MASTERS: "Looks like Eddie is back up first... he seems out of it! He is... he is going to the top again, what a buffoon!" DANIELS: "Maynard is pretty out of it... Eddie leaps... ST. EDWARDS FALL!!--- NO! Maynard moved! He slowly gets up... grabs Eddie... and he's locking in the Undertow!" MASTERS: "It don't matter unless... ah, there he is.. the ref is acting like a drunk fool! He's asking Eddie if he quits... Eddie might be done!" DANIELS: "He's reaching... he grabs the rope! Maynard lets go of the hold. The ref is near the corner now, still trying to gain his bearings." MASTERS: "Well he'd better hurry up! Maynard picks up Eddie... oh wait, he's irish whipping him into the corner... RIGHT INTO THE REF! He's out again!" DANIELS: "And Eddie sprung back, slamming the back of his head into Maynard's mouth! Good god." MASTERS: "What, what is this? Who is that coming from behind the curtain?" DANIELS: "That's.... THAT'S ANDREW CLASH!! We saw him in action earlier tonight, with an impressive debut! We know he and Maynard have had a war of words the last few weeks, ever since Clash's CZW debut in Los Angeles! Clash is slyly and sneakily running down to the ring... he slides in, and licks his chops." MASTERS: "I'm beginning to like this guy a lot, Jarred! He's seizing the opportunity!" DANIELS: "Like a vulture! He picks up Maynard.... he's being very verbal to the dazed Intercontinental champ.... he slaps him in the face! Kick to the gut... and THE CLASH! That deadly cutter! Maynard is out for the night, thanks to this new CZW superstar! What a tough guy, he really showed Maynard, right? WRONG!" MASTERS: "And now he's dragging Eddie, placing him on top of the fallen Maynard! He grabs the ref and shakes him, pointing. The ref sluggishly begins the pinfall count... hurry up dammit!" DANIELS: "Not this way!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!!! * DING DING DING * DANIELS: "Eddie won this match, but I guarantee it wasn't the way he planned! And look at this, Andrew Clash is attacking the motionless Maynard! Maynard would take this kid's head off in a heartbeat if he wasn't being attacked from behind!" MASTERS: "I love it, he may very well have already claimed his first career killing! He's stomping away on him... give 'im hell!" DANIELS: "Eddie is back up, and I think he's just now realizing what happened. He sees Andrew kicking Maynard. He walks over to him... swings him around! Kick to the gut! He drags him by the hair to the middle of the ring... another kick to the gut! He locks him up!" * FLIP! * DANIELS: "THE EVENFLOW!!! Andrew is flopping around like a fish, and quickly gets out of dodge. Maynard is up on his knees, with a cold stare at Clash who, although in a lot of pain, is smiling as he notices Maynard looking at him. Eddie looks down at him, and then looks to Maynard... making sure Maynard knows he didn't mean for it to end this way. Maynard shakes his head knowingly and stands up, immediately embracing Eddie out of respect. Maynard looks extremely pissed off, I think Clash has made a very huge mistake!" MASTERS: "Although I loved Clash doing what he did, I think I'd like to see this match again, Jarred. It was Maynard's second five star match in a row... he must be on the 'roids!" DANIELS: "Not. Look at the way Maynard is staring down at Clash, inviting him back in the ring! I have a feeling Maynard will get his grips on Clash sooner rather than later!" MASTERS: "Well it won't be right now, as Clash wisely backs up the ramp... he's too smart to jump into the ring with both Eddie and Maynard at the same time!" DANIELS: "You mean with them conscious, right?" MASTERS: "Right!" "Slip Slide Melting" begins to play over the PA, as the crowd is somewhat disappointed. Clash is now behind the curtain, as Eddie and Maynard pose for a little bit in the ring.
After the match, the feed cuts to the backstage where Jenny Jacobs is standing with CZW World Heavyweight champion, Alan Fiscus, moments before the main event triple threat tag match. Fiscus is wearing his black wrestling gear, and the title wrapped around his waist. He is pacing back and forth, seemingly still fuming from what happened at the beginning of the show.
JENNY: "Alan, quickly before your match, I have to ask. After Matt called you out, and Cage called you earlier... and then the biggest surprise, Brian Blaze saying he wants his title shot on December 7th... what are your thoughts?"
Alan stops and stares right through Jenny before answering
ALAN: "Let me tell you what my thoughts are. Matt Covey can call me a bitch all he likes. Cage Stryker can defile my World title win all he likes. The facts remain. I am the champion now, and for a VERY long time to come. Brian Blaze is nothing more than a young punk trying to jump into shoes way too big for him. He wants to fight me at the next Overdrive in Dallas? Alright, no problem. You've made your bed, Brian, and now you will have to sleep in it."
JENNY: "And what of this tag match that is moments away from happening?"
ALAN: "What this tag match tells me, is something I've known all along, Jennifer. EVERYONE wants to be the man. _I_ AM that man. I know there's a giant target on my back, and I know there are mobs out there who would lynch me if they had the chance. So, what do I do? I've got Jesse Montana and his death grip on my curtails. I've got Cage Stryker and his legion of humanoid fans breathing down my neck. I've got Matt Covey begging me to put my boot down his throat. And now I have Brian Blaze... and his newly re-opened Beautiful Agony abomination. Here's what I do. I bring some back up. I bring in a person with skill that matches my own. I don't need a mob. I don't need a pack of henchmen. What I need is the only man I have ever been able to TRUST in CZW..."
Just then, a familar face walks into view right next to him
ALAN: "Flawless... Frank... FINCH."
Jenny is surprised, and momentarily speechless. Frank has his trademark dark blue suit on, and his platinum blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He wears a very wide smile on his face as Fiscus steps back and Frank talks into Jenny's mic
FRANK: "That's right, CZW... The Flawless one is BACK! And not only am I back as the executive consultant to the GREATEST World champion this company has seen, I'm also officially cleared to return to the ring! Matt Covey, you brainless barbarian, Cage Stryker, you cocky ingrate... this man laid out the prophecy, and his omens all.. came... true! And I'm here to ride alongside him as he takes this company right back to its peak, and beyond. I'm not going to sit idly by as he has to destroy you all by himself... I want in on the fun too! C'mon, champ, we have a match to get to."
Frank leads the way, as an evil smirk is plastered on Alan's face. Alan follows, and Jenny turns to the camera
JENNY: "Wow, guys, I never expected Alan's executive consultant and personal commentator to not only return as Alan's ally, but also as an in-ring performer! Back to you." Daniels: Thanks Jen… Masters: THANKS JENNY…dammit Jarred you scared her away. Daniels: Yeah…that was me. Anyway, Alan doesn’t have long to prepare, as in a few moments, we slip back into the Golden Days! Masters: Before you became a CZW commentator?! Daniels: You wish. Stick around folks, because up next, it’s our MAIN EVENT! don’t miss it! *****-----*****
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ *****-----***** Daniels: It's time now for our main event of the evening, and boy what a main event it is. We have three legendary teams in CZW going head to head in a triple threat tag team match. The team of Buck Evans and Big Nasty, Jesse Montana and Shawn Waters, and most controversially Matt Covey and... the World Heaveyweight Champion Alan Fiscus! Masters: I love that guy, Matt's went downhill though, i have to say. Daniels: Well it's certainly going to be one for the books to be sure, there's alot of elements here, first off Ficus and Covey trying to co-exist, it doesn't seem likely to happen. Alan made it perfectly clear earlier in the week that he's no freind to Covey and if he had his way he'd be the one pinning his own partner tonight! Masters: That's the kind of fire we need in a World Champ, finally someone to be proud of. Then of course we have the excellent, amazing team of Shawn Waters and non other than our own General Manager Jesse Montana, he's amazing Daniels: If his family jewels get any further down your throat you'll choke William Masters: You'd know Jarred Daniels: Ahem, anyway, yes, two out of the three upstarts in this legends tag, of course for anyone watching through the week you will have seen Montana trying to make it three out of three when he approached MACK BAUDIN to rejoin with them Masters: It would have been glorious, but of course Mack was an idiot and got what he deserved Daniels: You think kidnapping and assault is a fitting punishment for turning Montana down? Masters: I know I'd never turn Montana down Daniels: I think we ALL know that Masters Masters: Shut it, but yeah, Baudin got the beatdown and won't be here tonight Daniels: Well it looks like we're about to start here, let's get this show on the road Jessica Towers: Making their way to the ring.... The team of Buck Evans and Big Nasty.... BUCK NASTY! 100% Cowboy blares out and the fans raise to their feet in applause in expectence of the fan favourites... After a few moments Jessica Towers speaks again Jessica Towers: BUCK NASTY!!! The applause rains down once more but still there is noone coming to the ring Daniels: Where are they? Masters: Those two are proberbly drunk somewhere Jessica Towers: ....BUCK NASTY!!!! Daniels: Wait, i'm being told that somethings happening, if we look up to the big screen The Combatron flashes from the Buck Nasty entrance movie to a cameraman running across a busy road, on the other side is a bar, just as the camera reaches it irt BURSTS open and Big Nasty is seen being dragged, handcuffed by three policeman out of the bar, barely containing the very drunk big man. Then two random people are dragged out behind, trying to use the policemen escorting them as shields to the frothing maniac behind, none other than Buck Evans, around seven police holing him back, but he's still managing to lay kicks into the other two infront, yelling and screaming Buck: Dolly Parton is a SAINT.... a SAINT!!! Nasty: Yeah! Wait.... is that what we were fighting about? He doesn't get an answer as all four men are led to a waiting wagon and are thrown inside, Evans needs no encouragment as he jumps in, trying to lay as many hits into the two small men as possible. The Combatron goes back to in house live Danels: Er... well folks, due to some... technical difficulties, it looks like Big Nasty and Buck Evans won't be joining us here tonight Masters: Hah, idiots Daniels: Dare you to say that to their faces Masters: Whatever, either way this match just picked up, now we have the superb team of Waters and Montana taking on Alan f'n Fiscus and some other guy Daniels: I remember not too long ago you were Coveys best friend Masters: Everyone makes mistakes Well, sadly the fans aren't going to see Buck Nasty, but it looks like team two are coming to the ring Iron Maidens ''Rainmaker'' plays over the speakers to quite a loud positive reaction Masters: Finally they've learned Daniels: I think it's the nostalgia kick actually, hearing that music just has the fans psyched, and LOOK, Waters and Montana in UPSATARTS GEAR! Indeed the two men come out in their old gear, giving the fans a real boost... until Derek Damage walks out behind them, ruining the moment and reminding the fans who it actually is in front of them, they start booing as the three walk to the ring Daniels: Well that didn't last Masters: Idiots, Derek Damage did the best thing he ever could have at Reunited, how dare the fans boo Daniels: Well either way, this is a very inportant match for Shawn Waters, as we found out earlier in the week, if Waters loses this match then he will no longer be able to compete here in CZW EVER again. You have to wonder what's going through his mind as they step between the ropes? Thieves by Ministry starts to play and a burning Anarchy symbol appears on the Combatron, the fans once more, feeling the history, strart to cheer as Alan Fiscus comes out onto the stage Daniels: I never expected this... wait, he has a mic Fiscus: Cut that damn music, and get that crap off the screen The fans boo as the music stops and the screen goes blank Fiscus: Show some damn respect for your new Champion! Fiscus holds up the coveted World Championship as the boos get louder Now play the correct music and the correct video, and all you out there, show a little appreciation for my manager as he accompanys me to the ring Streetcleaner by Godflesh starts to play as Flawless Frank Finch struts out to the stage, looking arrogant. He approaches Alan and nods his head, patting his shoulder before both men walk down to the ring Daniels: That's more like Alan Fiscus Masters: Yeah, brilliant, and Frank Finch is back with him too, absolute genius Daniels: Well we all seen earlier tonight, Alan Fiscus getting a shock as the King of Combat Brian Blaze challanged him next Overdrive Masters: Yeah, there's another moron, not only does he think he can take on a man of Alan Fiscus' calibre, he has the audacity to make Ficus defend his belt only two shows after he won it, shocking disrespect Daniels: I actually thought it was a great moment, seeing Blaze challange for the belt, and i think the fans agree Masters: You would, anyway, last and most definetly least Jessica Towers: and his partner... Matt Covey Eins zwei drei vier fünf Sechs sieben acht neun Aus! The heavy industrial riff of Rammstiens Sonne starts playing as ''Bad Ass'' Matt Covey steps out onto the stage in ripped jeans, no shirt, and smoking a cigerette, the fans cheer as Matt looks around them. His sights then focus on the three men in the ring, all of them to a man, staring back with just as much hatred. He takes a drag of his cigarette as the chorus to the song kicks in, starting finally to walk down to the ring, not slowly, but not too fast. Near the bottom Alan Fiscus steps out out of the ring and steps up to Covey. The atmosphere is electric as Covey stares him down, taking another drag, he blows the smoke into Alans face, who doesn't move a muscle Daniels: How tense is this, and these guys are supposed to be on the same TEAM Masters: Well we knew this was what it was gonna be like, Alan deserves a bit more respect than this though, Covey should be honoured he gets to tag with the champ Daniels: OUCH! How was that for honour? Matt Covey just stubbed his cigarette out on Alans chest before rolling into the ring Fiscus turns away with a pained look, brushing off the remnants of the glowing embers, he turns back in fury, sporting a violent red circle where Covey just used him as an ashtray Fiscus into the ring after Covey, he runs at him... Montana with a flying bodypress takes Fiscus down Daniels: Not smart of the champ there to forget he has his actual opponents to contend with, and Covey to the apron, smiling that sadistic Bad Ass smile we all know so well DING DING Jesse picks up Fiscus and starts chopping at Alans chest, right where that cigarette burn is, every chop sending fiscus back towards the ropes, trying to protect his chest. Jesse takes Fiscus' arm and bounces him off the ropes in a whip to the opposite ropes. On the rebound Jesse goes to the ground, Fiscus jumps over and continues to the other ropes, he comes back and Jesse leapfrogs over him, Fiscus to the ropes one more time and comes back into a perfect flat out hip toss. Jesse gets back to his feet and approaches Alan, attempting to pick him up off the mat. Alan quick to counter though with punches to Jesses gut. He raises to his feet... Daniels: RIOT ACT! Masters: He wasted no time there, and he's going for a cover 1 . . . . . And a break up by Waters, Waters goes back to the apron and Fiscus gets to his feet Alan runs quckly to Waters and punches him straight off the canvas to the outside, spitting after him, he turns back to Jesse and pulls him to his feet and lifts him across his shoulders into a swift samoan drop. Back to his feet once more he approaches Covey and Masters: Slaps him across the face, HA, that's what i call a tag Daniels: Well the ref calls the tag and Covey gets into the ring, gunning for Fiscus... but Jesse from the matt with a schoolboy rollup on Covey 1 . . . . . . 2 and Covey kicks out, he looks pissed at being embaressed like that, but Fiscus is already back to the apron... BUT NOT FOR LONG! Waters just ran across this ring and speared Alan from the canvas to the outside, both men are down and Frank Finch now approaching to try and help Alan back up On the inside Jesse and Covey have faced off into a tie up, Covey getting better position and throws a forearm to Montana throat, pushing him to the ground, he keeps that forearm in place and starts punching with his right into Jesses eye Daniels: Jesse needs to stop this before that eye busts open Masters: OW, and what a way to do it Jesse gets his knee up swiftly between Coveys legs, causing him to roll off in pain, back to his feet Jesse looks for the tag, realising theirs no -one there. He looks outside and sees Waters getting to his feet Just as Finch helps Fiscus to his. Jesse shouts at Waters to get to the apron Daniels: Waters looking a little unhappy at being ordered around Masters: But he's a smart guy and he's going to the apron, Montana with the tag... but Waters doesn't even make it to the ring, Fiscus jumped up beside him and got a neckbreaker, right to the concrete below. This time it's Damage running to the rescue, trying to make sure Waters is okay Daniels: Covey on the inside has thrown the unsuspecting Jesse to the turnbuckle and started laying vicious punches to his head. Jesse sinking down to a sitting position and Covey applying some mudhole stomps Covey finishes stomping and lifts Jesse up, dragging him by the hair to the center of the ring and rolls him into a powerbomb... Daniels: BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! what a devestating move, Jesse is lifeless and Covey makes the cover... The referee approaches Covey and taps him on the shoulder, Covey looks up and starts shouting at the ref to count, you can see the referee gesturing to the outside to where Waters is being helped to his feet and showing Covey that a tag had been made. Covey slaps the matt with both hands and scrambles across the mat to the ropes, rolling outside behind Waters, he turns Shawn around and starts laying hard punches to his opponent, whipping him into the barrier. He then approaches Waters and lifts him high overhead, before bringing his midsectiopn crashing down on the barrier. Waters rolls to the floor. On the other side of the ring Fiscus has slowly made his way back to his corner, now standing on the apron he yells at Covey to make the tag. Covey looks up at the noise... and flips Alan the bird Masters: Stupid, stupid man Daniels: But these fans love it, and Fiscus just looks on, angry as hell... looks like he's made a decision here, he's jumped off the apron and is coming around after Covey. And it looks like Covey's SMILING... the two men face off once more.... Alan releases with a right, which is reciprocated by Covey, both men trading blows on the outside Daniesl: Never try to match Covey in a fist fight, Alan should know this Proving Daniels right, Covey releases with thre quick successive punches, then an uppercut taking Fiscus to the ground Masters: What is Covey doing? This is just stupid, and is giving the other two a chance to recover Waters is back to his feet and looks on at his opponents now punching it out on the floor, he shakes his head and rolls into the ring as Montana is making his way back up. The two men look over the ropes and just watch in amusement as ex-Anarchy Rising and Whole Damn Show team mates brawl on the floor. Frank Finch makes his way around and throws himself at Covey, tackling him off of Fiscus, Fiscus is quick to raise to his feet, backing away holding his cheek as Finch pins covey down by the shoulders... after a few seconds Coveys breathing slows and he looks up at Finch... headbutting him. Finch rolls off, clutchihng at his head as Covey makes his way back into the ring.. he rolls under the ropes, keeping his eye on Fiscus instead of the ring Daniels: A mistake there as Covey gets stamped on by both Montana and Waters. This volatile team of Fiscus and Covey isn't proving for an easy match for all FOUR men here Masters: I think it's brilliant, Fiscus sets 'em up, Montana and Waters knock 'em down, it's perfect The Upstarts pick up Covey and whip him to the ropes, landing a double backdrop on his return, Jesse runs towards the ropes and lands a lionsault, Waters runs to the ropes straight after and lands the exact same move, and a pin 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . Daniels: I don't belive it, Covey kicked out of a DOUBLE lionsault, what determination. Jesse finally goes to the apron and Waters picks Covey up. Montana and Waters working suprisingly well considering their past history. Thise two had some bloody battles Masters: Ah, but theirs two sides to thier history, they also were one of the best teams ever. It's nice to see that Montana can forgive Waters and work so well as a cohesive unit. Just shows what kind of man Montana is Waters gut kicks Covey and lands a rocker dropper, the fans groan at the impact, but instead of going for the cover Waters picks up Matts legs and turns him over... Daniels: WATERBOARD! Covey in an amazing amount of pain, that move certainly brought him back to life, but not in a good way. And look at Fiscus just standing there, Matt might tap out, just look at him The fans are in uproar as they look on at Fiscus' non intervention, Covey clawing at the canvas, trying in any way to move closer to the ropes. Waters wrenches back on the hold eliciting a fresh cry of pain from Covey Daniels: Looks like he's going to tap . . . . . . . . . . . FISCUS MAKES THE SAVE! Masters: See, told you he was a proper good guy Daniels: It's more likely that he doesn't want his first match after his Championship win to be a loss Masters: True, and you know what, i don't blame him, if Covey is the weak link and needs Fiscus to pull his ass out the fire so the Champ doesn't mar his record, i don't blame him Waters is down from the kick to the back recieved by Fiscus, but Covey is in no shape to make the tag. Waters is quick to get back to his feet and drags Covey by an arm and leg towards the center of the ring. He then jumps up on the top turnbuckle and looks down at Covey, the fans booing as Waters sneers... and jumps Daniels: Leg Drop from that top turnbuckle! He's going for the cove... wait, what is he doing? Masters: Putting his stamp on it Daniels, Shwan Waters Style Shawn has picked Covey up and thrust his head between his thighs, calling for the Brainwash Daniels: THESE FANS JUST EXPLODED as Covey reverses into a back bodydrop, he collapses onto the mat and looks over at Fiscus, and, yes, he's making his way to his former friend slowly.... Waters is looking around, he sees Covey nearly there... he scrambles to his feet and runs in... Alan reaches over... TAG TAG TAG! Fiscus runs in and scores an STO driving Waters back first to the Mat, the Champ gets back to his feet with his well known sadistic look on his face, he runs towards Montana and hip tosses him into the ring. Both Montana and Waters get up simultaniously, their heads landing straight into the waiting underarms of Alan Fiscus Daniels: Double DDT Masters: These fans finally cheering the champ, though i can't say i'm happy it's at the expense of Montana Daniels: I think they're cheering the Upstarts beatdown, NOT Alan Fiscus Masters: Covey's nowhere to be seen i see Daniels: He rolled to the outside, he had alot to recover from after Waters beatdown Waters raises into a reverse neckbreaker, Montana raises... reverse nackbreaker, Waters raises.... vertical suplex, Montana raises... Vertical supl... Daniels: NO! Montana jumps down into a neckbreaker of his own! Fiscus is down, Montana is back up, though rubbing life into his neck, and he's dragging Waters to their corner, he goes to the apron... Tag! Monatana comes in and looks at Fiscus, getting back to his feet, he turns to stare at the General Manager Daniels: Now these two have alot of history and by the looks on their faces they're about to write another chapter... wait, what's wrong with Montana? Jesses stare at Fiscus suddenly becomes more glassy, like he isn't seeing his opponent at all, a look of horror crosses Montanas face as he backs away from nothing, only the ropes stopping his progress, Fiscus shrugs and comes in with an elbow to Montanas face, just as suddenly the glassy eyes and the look of horror leave Montanas face and he looks momentarily shaken, but no time to recover as Fiscus whips Montana to the ropes Daniels: What the hell happened there? Masters: No idea, but it looks like the amazing Montana has recovered in style Jesse runs in with a crossbody, but Fiscus catches him and goes to his knee for the backbreaker... but Montana hooks Fiscus' head and rolls him up into a small package 1 . . . . . . Ficus kicks out and both men back to their feet, The Champ lifts the General Manager onto his shoulders and runs for the reverse death valley, but Montana struggles out and Fiscus turns... Masters: MONTANA EXPRESS! Daniels: DUCKED! Fiscus uses Montanas monentary disorientation to hook the leg for the Panic Attack Masters: Montana breaks the leg hook, but keeps the head hooked... vertical suplex.... he keeps the hold locked as he twists on the mat and raises... second vertical!... repeat performance.... THREE AMIGOS! Alan is down and Montana signalling the turnbuckle, he starts to climb........... Daniels: MY GOD, WHAT AN IMPACT!. let's look at the replay The Combatron flashes and we see Montana raising up the turnbuckle, just as he is about to reach the top Fiscus bursts into life and runs over to the turnbuckle, slipping his head under Montana he lifts him into an electric chair drop, he climbs to the first turnbuckle with Montana on his shoulders and jumps backwards, releasing the drop into a stun gun. Montana bounces with the impact and then lands cold on the canvas. 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . Daniels: Waters breaks it up, that was a close thing Masters: What a match so far, and now Waters stomping in on Fiscus for all he's worth Fiscus dodges and rolls to his feet, he elbows Waters and throws him to the turnbuckle, coming in and landing a clothesline, Waters sinks down, but Alan lifts him vertical and straight into a belly to belly suplex. Waters down, but not out, he gets to his feet slowly just as Alan rushes him, he dodges and Alan crashes to the mat, Waters picks up Fiscus' legs going for his secong Waterboard of the night, but Alan gets a leg free and pushes Waters off. Montana is now resting against the ropes, his hand on his throat, massaging it and coughing, a few feet away Waters and Fiscus have set at each other again, Waters whipping Fiscus to then ropes, trying for a clothesline, Fiscus ducks and gut checks the turning Waters Daniels: CORKSCREW STUNNER! Masters: NO! JESSE FROM NOWHERE! MONTANA EXPRESS! FISCUS IS DOWN! Jesse rolls on top of Fiscus 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Daniels: COVEY FROM NOWHERE! Covey breaks up the count with... a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire! Masters: Dammit, Jesse rolling off in extreme pain, where the hell did Covey GET that? Daniels: You've been in CZW long enough, do you really need to ASK that? Covey looks manical as he turns swinging the bat, straight into the oncoming Shawn Waters midsection Daniels: Looks like Coveys had enough, he promised blood in his interview earlier in the week, looks like he's about to deliver Covey goes down to Waters and holds the bat to his forehead, grinding it back and forth, the screams echo throughout the arena as blood starts rushing down his face Daniels: My god, Covey looks crazed Finally Covey stops and looks around.. to see Alan Fiscus raising up, he smiles once more and starts swinging the bat like a baseball player, ready to hit one out of the feild. Fiscus makes it to his feet, turns . . . . . . . Daniels: Fiscus Ducks! Covey swings around, he put a hell of a force into that, Alan gut kicks, grabs the bat... STRAIGHT down on Coveys back, he lifts the bat once more... what an impact onto his former team mates back, you can see the blood starting to trickle out of Coveys skin as Alan raises his arms up once more . . . . . . . Masters: Alan's down! And who the hell is that?! As Alan took his third swing, from out of nowhere a small man bounced from the apron to the top rope and dropkicked the bat, mid swing, into Alans face, sending him down hard Daniels: I do believe it's Krimzon Blaze! Indeed the small man is wearing the same gear as Krimzon from earlier in the night at his tag match with El Pablo, but now he is wearing a mask that looks out of nightmares, black and twisted with dark green trim excentuating the mouth and eyes Masters: God, it is him, what the hell is he doing interupting the match? Daniels: Looks like this may be as little payback for the damage caused to him at the hands of the new champ at their match at Reunited we Stand Masters: He should keep his damn nose out, look what he's done to the champ! Fiscus is now bleeding from the head, he wipes blood from his brow and looks up into the masked Krimzon Blazes eyes. He doesn't have time to react as Blaze hits a dropkick to Alans face, busting it open more, before rolling to the outside These fabs are going crazy as Krimzon Blaze leaves the way he came, through this crowd In the ring all four men are down, Jesse Montana is stirring however, and sees Fiscus bloody and out a few feet away, he crawls over and slings an arm over the champion 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . Daniels: Frank Finch just pulled Jesse Montana under the ropes to the outside, Jesse's on his feet, he's furious, and look at Finch, putting his hands up like nothing happened, that cocky grin on his face. Montana does the smart thing though and goes back inside the ring, not wanting to waste an oppertunity. he clambers back over Fiscus 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . Daniels: FISCUS GOT THE SHOULDER UP! Montana in shock, and Fiscus actually getting back to his feet, looking manical wearing the crimzon mask courtesy of Krimzon Blaze. Montana runs in and jumps up for the hurricanrana.... REVERSED into a powerbomb... what's he looking for? Masters: No Fiscus sees the barbed bat and drags it to a clear spot in the ring, among the bloodied bodies of Shawn Waters and Matt Covey, he picks Montana up . . . . . . . . . Daniels: OVERTHROW! Overthrow onto that bat! Montana arches in pain, but Alan can't get the pin as Montana rolls to the outside. Derek Damage has went over to him to make sure he's okay Masters: Well he's the only one who's miraculously escaped blood letting, but im sure the impact didn't do him any favours. I hope he's okay Daniels: Nothing a kiss from you couldn't fix Masters: Shut up Jarred Daniels: AND LOOK INSIDE! A bloody Shawn Waters just Waterlogged the unsuspecting champ Masters: That DDT sent Fiscus head first into the mat with horrific impact, but of course he can't make the cover. Waters, blood streaming from the wounds to his head, goes to the outside and tells Montana, currently being held up by Damage, to get inthe ring for the tag. Montana looks up, seeing that Fiscus is out and nods, he rolls inside, but instead of going for the tag, goes for the cover 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . Daniels: Fiscus got his foot on the ropes! And Montana just rolls off in frustration, Waters looks non too happy on the outside, still waiting for that tag Montana looks up at Waters and startstowards him, crawling on the mat, he just about reaches when... Masters: How in the hell is he moving? Matt Covey, to the uproarious cheers of the fans, reaches out a hand and grabs Montana by the ankle, stopping him reaching Waters, Montana looks back into the smiling face of Covey, who has started crawling up Montana, using Jesses tights for leverage. Finally they are face to face, on the Mat and Covey lifts his fist high.... crashing it down onto Montanas head, up again, again crashing it down, he starts to gain momentum as his adrenaline starts pumping, and the fans get behind every shot YEA..... YEA......YEA....YEA..YEA..YEA.YEAYEAYEAYE....OOOH Montana , with an eye rake, impedes the onslaught by Covey, but Covey has built p too much steam and rolls to his feet, Montana reaches out to Waters Daniels: Covey with a clothesline, sending Waters down to the outside, Montana not getting to make the tag Covey looks down at Montana and lifts him up straight onto his shoulders Daniels: Looks like Covey is setting up the Blowing out your Brains! Masters: Montana wriggles out... and lifts Covey up for the Montana Bay... Daniels: Covey jumps down though and Montana turns . . . . . . . CORKSCREW STUNNER! Alan Fiscus from nowhere! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . Daniels: Waters slides in for the save . . . . . 3!!!! Daniels: He's too late! Fiscus gets the three! The Champ gets the count Jessica Towers: Your winners... by way of pinfall.... Alan Fiscus and MATT.... COV Masters: Hah! Brilliant! Alan got up from the pin and without hesitation moved to Covey, hitting the Riot Act and getting back to his feet, smiling down at the now lifeless form of Matt Covey, Flawless Frank Finch then slides into the ring with the World Heavyweight Championship across his arm, Fiscus turns and lets Finch apply the strap before ''Streetcleaner'' plays out over the speakers and Fiscus and Finch go to the outside, leaving Waters to help up a stunned and angry Montana, and Covey on the canvas, coming around and watching Fiscus make his way up the ramp Daniels: As quick as that it was over, but what a match though and of the calibre we've come to expect from these competitors, and indeed a CZW match Masters: Wait! Montana has demanded a mic Montana: Waters! Where in the hell were you? You seen what those two did to me! What the hell kind of partner are yo.... Daniels: These fans just exploded, stopping Montana in his tracks, and i can see why Masters: God, it's a ghost!, Montana, turn around! Montana does ndeed turn around... straight into a Montana Express from Mack Baudin Daniels: And just listen to these fans as the one and only Mack Baudin just floored Montana with him own move Masters: It's a disgrace, what is that guy even doing here? Oh this is just disgusting Shawn Waters is now ripping the Upstarts t-shirt from Montana and offering it to Baudin, Mack looks around the fans who all roar their approval. Mack smiles and takes the T, throwing it over his head. Iron Maidens ''Rainmaker'' Hits the speakers one more time as both men celebrate in the ring, Waters still caked in blood, but smiling none the less Daniels: Well this is it, the last time both men will be in that ring, and they're making the most of it, Matt Covey can be seen now at the top of the ramp, it looks like... yes, he's asked for a cigerette. Lighting up he looks back down into the ring before heading to the back, it can't be feeling like much of a win to that man Masters: And it shouldn't, Fiscus won it, and Covey got what he deserved Daniels: Well either way i can't see it ending here tonight, if you ask me we'll be seeing alot more of those teo going at it. Mack Beaudin and Shawn Waters finally leave the ring and make their way up the ramp, only stopping at the top to take off their shirts and throw them to the crowd before they too head to the back Daniels: Montana coming around inside the ring now... boy he looks angry Masters: So he should, he gets cheated out of his win here AND gets humiliated by a man not even on the roster, it's disgusting Daniels: Well the fans seemed to like it, Montana going backstage now to a chorus of boos. I'll say it again, what a main event Masters: Wait, I think Jesse Montana, our glorious President has something left to say here. Speak up boss, your being drowned out by these thousands of disgusting peasants. Daniels: Oh joy…
Montana: YOU KNOW WHAT…I’m sick and tired of this, coming out here and performing for all of you. What was meant to be a nicely laid out plan, ever since I made this main event booking, turned into…what can only be described as shambles.
Daniels: So he did create this booking for his own greed, another lie from Montana.
Masters: he can book any match Jarred, he doesn’t need your appreciation for it. And look what these despicable fans have led this brave warrior to.
Daniels: Crying like a little baby?
Montana steps back up the stage as the thousands upon thousands of fans in attendance all stand chanting ‘Montana Sucks…Montana Sucks…Montana Sucks’
Montana: Have your little celebrations, have your little chants, because Montana isn’t going to do this anymore for all of you. I’m going to compete when I want, and if the Board of Directors have a problem with that, they can stick it. You people don’t deserve to see greatness like this, you people deserve nothing!
I make the matches around here…which leads me to one more thing I want to address before I leave here tonight…
Montana swipes the sweat from his face and grimaces in pain, before speaking once more, directly into the camera.
Montana: Cage Stryker. I have heard your whining, and your moaning all of this evening, and I am disappointed in you, Cage. Your meant to be a former World Champion. You’re the longest reigning World Champion, aren’t you. Well that is exactly what makes me sick. All the days I bled for that Title, the days I wake up and can’t even open my eyes, I was that hurt. I would have died, and I would have killed for that belt, Cage. I was the greatest champion this place, heck the WHOLE WORLD HAD SEEN. And now you believe, because of some shoddy reign fighting guys like Ronnie McNeil and Tim Timmons, you’re the best champion this place has seen? You’re the longest reigning? What a god damn joke.
Montana growls as he looks more deeper into he lens.
Montana: And then, And then Cage you go and really piss me off. Not only have you taken my status as the longest reigning World Champion, now your trying to take my job as General Manager? You think you can come out and make your own matches? That’s where your wrong, Mr. Hollywood. I am the only shining star in this place, I am the Hollywood movie star, I am the High Definition phenomenon, I am the God Amongst Men and I am the Sensation. I make the rules, I make the matches. So next week, it won’t be you against Krimzon Blaze. It won’t be Brian as the referee. You see I’m not the only man around here that hates you Cage, I know of a few actually, but one name comes to mind. He despises you Cage, So when he came into my office, I couldn’t understand a damn word he said, but I could see the fury in his eyes for you, Cage.
Montana pauses for a second as the fans go silent.
Montana: Next week, you will go one on one with…Mortius. The Hollywood Knights are dead Cage, and Mortius wants to show you first hand, who exactly teams with our X Champion. And seeing as you like Special referee matches so much, and I could use the exercise, how about little old me…IS THE SPECIAL GUEST REF!
Montana licks his lips and begins to smile in his normal cocky way.
Montana: You see Cage, Montana…ALWAYS…gets his wa…
SUDDENLY…
Daniels: ACE KING…ACE KING…
Ace King comes out of no where and levels Montana with a High Roller. Montana flops around for a bit before crawling backstage, leaving the arena in the hands of Ace King, the local hero.
Daniels: I thought we had seen the last of this man…ACE KING…IN HIS HOME TOWN…WHAT A WAY TO END THE SHOW!!!!!!!
Masters: Bloody awful if you ask me, Jarred, how dare he attack his boss like that.
Daniels: Your wrong William, it’s his FORMER boss. Ace is retired, and I have a feeling this is about to get emotional.
Ace King stands in the middle of the ring as the fans go wild. As he tries to speak, the noise is so deafening, he has to pause.
ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…
Finally he begins to speak over the sounds of the fans, a tear in his eyes as he talks to the people in the place he was born.
Ace: VIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LAS VEGAS!!!
The crowd pops enormously for their hometown hero, perhaps even more now after his attack on the CZW President. However, the pop almost immediately transitions into a passionate chant of “ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!” It’s clear that the former World Heavyweight Champion is having a hard time keeping his emotions in check, but he continues to talk anyway, trying his very best to keep a brave face.
Ace: I have to say that it’s been a hell of a ride here, hasn’t it?
Again, the crowd roars for Ace. He has to put the microphone down to his waist for a moment to scan the crowd, still in a bit of disbelief that he’s even making this announcement.
Ace: Yeah, there’s definitely been some good times, and there’s been some bad times, but if you want my honest thoughts... Thanks to each and every one of you, I wouldn’t trade any of those experiences for anything in the world.
The crowd roars again, and a chant of “DON’T GO ACE!” fills the arena, and Ace can’t control his emotions any longer. He wipes the tears from his eyes in an effort to maintain a brave face, but it doesn’t work out. So, he has to take a deep breath before raising the microphone to his mouth again.
Ace: THANKS TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, I WAS ABLE TO LIVE MY DREAM! Regardless of what some of the other people back in the CZW locker room have said over the last two years, it really is the constant support from you guys that makes us into who we are as competitors, and I’m humbled to stand before each and every one of you as living proof of that, so thank you all very much.
The fans respond in kind with a delirious “THANK YOU ACE!” chant, and it’s clearly rattling The Gambler as he hears the overwhelming support.
Ace: Now, I certainly never had any illusions that this would be an easy night for me, but I never envisioned it to be quite this hard to say goodbye to a place that I helped to build from the ground up.
Ace has to keep his tongue in his cheek so that he can keep himself from crying too much, but the resistance is futile. In the crowd, children and parents alike can be seen tearing up as Ace takes a deep breath before talking again.
Ace: However, with that being said... There comes a time in every man’s career where he realizes that he just can’t do what he wants to do anymore, and unfortunately, I reached that point during the summer months after I lost the World Heavyweight Championship to a very formidable opponent in Cage Stryker.
Immediately, dueling chants of “ACE!” and “STRYKER!” pop up throughout the MGM Grand Garden Arena, and for the first time since he’s been talking, Ace King cracks a very slight smile. However, that’s short-lived as he begins to talk again, his emotions again taking over.
Ace: It was really tough coming to grips with the choice that I had made, but at the end of the day, I feel as though this can be viewed as the start of a brand new chapter in the life of Combat Zone Wrestling. This is not a day...
Ace is drowned out by more “DON’T GO ACE!” chants, but The Vegas Volcano is quick to continue talking again.
Ace: This is not a day where you guys need to be sad, not at all. *Shakes head* In fact, this should be a day for all of you to rejoice, because the fact that I’m riding off into the sunset only means that other people will be able to rise to the forefront of this incredible promotion, and they’ll be the ones who ultimately carry CZW in the very near future, so please don’t be too sad that I’m gone.
Ace: It’s the guys who are slowly but surely coming up through the ranks that will one day carry this promotion. I’m talking about guys like Krimzon Blaze, Mike Monroe, Godzilla Sawyer, Bryan McNally, Rob Wright, Andrew Clash, and Brian Blaze to name but a few. When they start to mesh with the old veteran guard, CZW will be a venerable force to be reckoned with for years to come.
Ace hangs his head in the ring, doing his best to again keep his emotions in check, but judging by the way his shoulders are shaking, it’s certainly not coming easy for him. The tears continue to flow from the fans, and they continue their passionate chants of “THANK YOU ACE!” as the man himself prepares to speak once more.
Ace: In conclusion, I would be foolish to not take the time to recognize some people who have helped to shape my career here in CZW. Now, I’ll warn you that you’re not going to like some of the people on the list, but they deserve the same recognition for what they did. First off, I’ll start with Jesse Montana.
The crowd explodes in a fit of boos at the President’s name even being mentioned. However, Ace puts up his free hand to get them to stop.
Ace: No, it’s alright guys, really! Now then, Jesse... I know that you and I have despised each other since practically day one in the company, and we’ve definitely never seen eye-to-eye. However, I do have to thank you for pushing me to heights that I had previously thought to be untouchable. You might not be the greatest of people to be around... Actually, if I’m being honest, you’re one of the biggest pricks I’ve ever had the displeasure of working with. However, an item that people simply can’t deny is that, pound for pound, you’re arguably the very best competitor to ever step foot in a Combat Zone Wrestling ring. Some people might not like the direction you’ve taken the company in your time at the helm, but I don’t think anybody can really argue with the results. So Jesse, even though you’re one of the most vile scumbags in this business, I have to give credit where credit is due, so I have to thank you for being the one to make me find new levels time after time, because without that push, it’s a very real possibility that I wouldn’t stand here as I am today.
Ace: Now, on to our current World Champion, Alan Fiscus...
The crowd boo loudly again.
Ace: Alan... You’re an original in CZW’s ranks, just as I am. Some people have a tendency to not remember everything that a person has done, but in the event that these people need a reminder, Alan was one of the central figures that helped launch CZW and turn it into the global phenomenon it is today, as he served as the promotion’s first President. Alan, I think what I’ll always remember is not necessarily the things we did in the ring, but the discussions we had outside of it. You might have portrayed yourself as a prick on television, but when it came to being out of the ring, you’re one of the most genuine guys that anybody could ever meet. Of course, we definitely did have some legendary encounters, but I think I’ll remember the out-of-character moments more, because without you being there to literally force me to pick myself up off the ground in my time of despair, I know that I wouldn’t be here now. I’d probably be in some ward somewhere, shooting up in order to get over the torture of thinking about what could have been. Alan Fiscus, you are a man of your word, regardless of what that word might be, and I’ve always appreciated your honesty.
Ace: Matt Covey...
The crowd boo loudly once more.
Ace: Again, we’ve got a case of a guy who’s generally despised by the majority, but I still love being around him, just because of his way of doing things. We had some wild times out on the road, and I really think that we brought out the very best in one another whenever we competed. Our Unsanctioned Match from a year ago... It’s up there among my all-time favourite moments, just because that’s when I realized that wrestling could be fun again. It was a riot planning some of those stunts and bumps, but upon watching that back, I don’t think we could have ever expected it to turn out as good as it did... Although I must say that my back still hurts after being hit by a car. ALL JOKES ASIDE... Matt Covey, you’re basically my polar opposite, but at the same time, everybody needs to have somebody to riff off of, and Matt, you were that guy. In a sense, you were like a brother to me, and for that, I truly am grateful.
Ace: Ruthless Aggression...
The fans cheer as divas posters go up all around the arena.
Ace: You know how it’s said that behind every good man, there lies an even better woman? This adage could never have been truer than it was between the two of us. Whenever I first met you, I knew there was potential to do some special things, and although we’ve definitely had our highs, we both experienced some very drastic lows, and I can’t thank you enough for always being one of the first to be there to support me and try to pick me back up. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and even though you’re not here right now, I want you to know that there’s always going to be a place in here... *Ace pounds his hand against his chest* ...Right there, just for you.
Ace: Finally, I’d be a fool if I didn’t mention the one guy who’s been by my side through thick and thin, the guy who rode with me to the upper echelon of Combat Zone Wrestling, and the one guy who’s spilled more blood than everybody who’s been killed in the War On Terror combined... I speak of “The Five Star Superstar” El Pablo.
The crowd roar loudly as Ace looks over the crowd, who are now throwing up bright and colorful glow in the dark XTC posters.
Ace: Pabs... *Ace starts crying in the middle of the ring* Pabs, you are everything that a best friend truly should be, and a whole lot more. You were always the first guy I’d go to in order to toss around ideas for present and future shows, and you were always the first to come to my side in the event of a conflict, and I can’t thank you enough for being there. Now, with all of that being said, I think the things that will stand out most for me when it comes to the two of us are the legendary chemistry that you and I had in the ring as The Five Star Gamblers... *Aside* One of the most successful in CZW history, I might add... *Faces crowd again* ...There was our legendary tag team, and then there were our public appearances. We might have gotten ourselves into a little bit more trouble than we originally thought we would, but at the end of the day, I wouldn’t have had it any other way, and if I had a chance to do it all one more time, I wouldn’t change a thing. Jesus...
As he says that, the crowd chants “STEAMBOAT WILLIE!”, and this really throws Ace for a loop.
Ace: See what I mean, buddy? They recognize what we’ve done, they really do. So Pabs, from the bottom of my heart... I thank you for being the guy who’s always been there to help me out of tough situations, and I am very proud to be able to call you my best friend.
Ace: But most importantly, to each and every one of you here tonight, and the millions who watch CZW around the world...
Crowd cheer…YYYEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ace: I know I’ve said it many times and many ways, but I simply can’t ignore the fact that the lifeblood of our business is the fans; the ones who pay their hard-earned money to see us perform at our very best, night in and night out. Without you guys, none of us would be here tonight, and we’d all be doing dead-end jobs thinking about all the great things we could have accomplished as wrestlers. Instead, we’re all here in front of you, and I’m standing here before you, a very humbled individual. Nothing can compare to the support that I’ve received from you guys over the last two years, so once again, all I can say is Thank You. I’ve had a blast in my two years here, and it was you guys who always made it worthwhile, even at the worst of times. Thank You... Thank You... Thank You.
With that, a chant of “THANK YOU ACE!” roars back to life, and the former Heavyweight Champion collapses to his knees, the pent-up emotion finally managing to overcome the great Ace King. “Ace Of Spades” reprises again, and maybe for the last time… Daniels: Emotional it was, folks, and that is the last we will see of this great warrior. Masters: I have to admit, he has been a great champion here in CZW, possibly the best. Daniels: And as Las Vegas and CZW waves goodbye to Ace, we say hello to next edition of Overdrive, live in Dallas Texas. don’t miss that folks as we will get answers and action galore, but for us tonight, we bid you a farewell… Masters: And an Ultra violent goodbye!
Jesse Montana
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