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 Combat Zone Wrestling presents OVERDRIVE
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-=- OPENING DARK MATCH -=- *****-----***** Before Overdrive begins, the fans are treated to a dark match with only the Spanish announce team in the house at the moment. Both men have made their way down to the ring, the fans not really knowing what to make of the strange Psyko Steve character, however the arena soon filled with cheers and boos giving the place it’s atmosphere early on, this is when Rob Wright makes his return back into the ring, fighting for the first time since his drug issues. As the bell rings the fans are treated to a show of pace, athleticism and intelligence as Rob Wright hits Steve with numerous hip tosses and arm drags, eventually ending the attack off with a dropkick. Steve walked around the outside, even angrily shouting at a fan as security built up. Steve got back into the ring only for the same thing to happen. Rob hits suplex after suplex, then decides to go high going for a flying leg drop. This was the turning point in the match as Rob misses and lands awkwardly on his back. Steve hit powerful attacks such as a backbreaker and even a spine buster which Rob ran into. Steve now began his unusual assault which the fans were not pleased with, beginning to choke Rob in many different ways. Steve even hit a reverse electric chair drop on the top rope choking Wright, getting a near three count, but only two. Rob was really put through the test, Steve grounding him down and even causing his nose to bleed after a strong short-arm clothesline. Rob soon pushed it into another gear though as Steve kept missing with his strikes, Rob then using his strong kicks to wear down the strange new comer before hitting him with a Northern lights suplex. Rob decided not to bridge for the pin, instead climbed the top rope and perfectly hit Steve with his finisher…THE WRIGHT FLIGHT. He quickly got the three count as he celebrated his first win on his match back after his absence. Psyko Steve was clapped out of the arena, but he did not look too pleased. *****-----***** Once again – CZW television takes the viewers into the depths of a correctional facility. The scene opens with the imprisoned Justin Marsham. He sits on his mattress with a look of disdain etched across his countenance. He has been detained for two weeks on assault charges, hoping that everything on the outside will be sorted out. But – he knows the reality of things. Anger festers in Marsham’s gut and he stands quickly from his bed. He shares a cell with two other individuals, but neither of these men speak a word. Marsham and these two others are all dressed alike, wearing light yellow jumpsuits. These men can sense Marsham’s frustration just as the audience can. Justin Marsham: “What the Hell is going on?! Derek Damage gets me mixed up with Chris Ross and all of this crap and what does he do? He abandons me?! I’m stuck in this cell with you two frickin’ morons and every one is just out carrying about their business? I’d like to know when the Hell I’m getting out of here?” Cellmate John: “Don’t hold your breath.” Justin Marsham: “Can you believe this crap? Not only does Damage leave me to the wolves, but he has the audacity to put Tim Timmons in charge. Tim Timmons? He’s going to lead me? The man can’t even win a match, so how the Hell is he going to lead me? All I asked was to punish Chris Ross for assisting in this bullcrap and what? No one could do that.” Cellmate Paul: “What does it matter? You’re here.” Justin Marsham: “ARGH!” Marsham shouts loudly then pounds his fist into the concrete block wall. The shot rattles his fist and he comes to later regret the decision. He acts out of rage and impulse then continues to respond to his cellmates. Justin Marsham: “I’ve come to realize I have chosen the wrong people to put my trust into. I’ll get out of here. I’ll make damn sure of that; and when I do, I’m sorting this shit out. Chris Ross wants to go around stealing vehicles, stashing crap, and hitting people from behind. Screw that. Ross’ll see me coming when I come for redemption. Then Damage, Timmons, Walker and any other son-of-a-bitch that left me in here to rot will see how to handle a real situation.” As soon as Marsham concludes his statement, an officer approaches his cell. The officer jingles keys as he opens the cell and motions towards Marsham. Officer DuBois: “Justin Marsham. Could you come with me?” Justin Marsham: “What for?” Officer DuBois: “Don’t ask questions. Just come with me.” Justin Marsham: “Somebody better—” Officer DuBois: “—shut up. You should be happy. You’re a free man.” Justin Marsham: “What?” Officer DuBois: “I guess the charges against you have been dropped, so we’ve got a little bit of paperwork to do – but you’re a free man.” Marsham smiles. Justin Marsham: “Chris Ross, here I come.” The scene then ends as Marsham is to be released. *****-----***** CZW Overdrive begins with the usual theme song and scenes from previous shows, showing each CZW Superstar at their best. As the clip ends, the fans are suddenly heard cheering, and some booing due to the fact the cameras are now stuck viewing the Office of CZW President Jesse Montana. Silence fills the long corridors backstage, however the sheer volume of booing from the Mexican fans inside the arena echoes through the otherwise ghostly hallway of the CZW arena. The camera sits their for a while as the fans sit still, part of them wanting to just up and leave hating the fact they have to endure another episode of Montana and his Presidential address, another part of them feeling excited, highly anticipating what Montana may announce before the beginning of another edition of CZW Overdrive. The camera now cuts solely on the office door of Montana, however the sound of booing from the arena and talking inside the office can be heard. Suddenly the office door flies open to reveal a half naked Mexican looking woman, smooth tanned skin with long curly brown flowing hair that whispers past the camera. A sound of crying from the upset woman is followed by a more male voice, an angered voice as Jesse Montana himself runs out of the office throwing a pair of sparkly purple shoes at the poor Mexican woman. She runs out of dodge as Jesse shouts out; ‘And take your damn shoes you Latino whore!’ At that point as the fans boo insanely Jesse Montana realizes he is live on Television, not only being broadcasted around Mexico City and inside the arena, but also all around the globe. Jesse now stops as he can blatantly hear the booing loudly. He pulls a cheesy smile as he looks a little embarrassed, now biting his bottom lip and wincing. ‘Yeah about that…erm…we were just role-playing, she loves it, we do it all the time…’ Jesse’s red face due to embarrassment turns to a face of anger in a matter of seconds, now growling at the cameraman. ‘ANYWAY! What do you think your doing stooping around my office like this?!’ The cameraman backs off as the camera drops an foot, clearly meaning the guy in charge has slipped over. Jesse peers down the lens with his authorities glare, the fans now both laughing and booing. The camera stands back up as a quiet Latino voice echoes over the camera; ‘Sir, your meant to be making a Presidential address to the fans…’ Jesse looks around then places his index finger up in the air, as to reveal he clearly remembers what the timid Mexican man means. Jesse now begins to grin hiding his true feelings as he places his arm around the cameraman, trying to help his nerves. ‘Your right Sanchez…I am supposed to be making my Address…well don’t just stand there looking like a shaken up turnip, come inside and make yourself comfortable, just watch out for the broken glass…it’s from my coffee table…you know how it is…me and Maria got a little rough!’ The cameraman follows him in slowly as Jesse storms inside and takes a comfortable seat in his famous black leather recliner chair behind his mahogany desk. The cameraman almost whispers a soft ‘okay’ as he steps inside, showing the inside of Jesse’s office. It pans around showing his golden trophies, a replica of the CZW World Title in on of his cabinets. there are a few photos of Jesse and Jacqui on the wall, then Upstarts, then System of Supremacy, then one bigger one at the end, a large golden frame around the picture, shows Jesse Montana and the Jackal shaking hands. The fans boo loudly as the camera shows this to the entire arena. As the camera gets around to showing Jesse, we see him quickly turn in angst and pick up a bra that hung over the edge of his large desk, now placing it in his pocket of his expensive gray blazer that comes with a similar suit. The cameraman now tries to sit down but steps in the glass that Jesse mentioned, making a quiet squirm, then sits down on a frail wooden chair in the corner as he films. ‘You quite comfortable there pal? Okay, well lets begin. First of all, that woman that you may have saw coming out from my office, I met her at a press conference, I said I would show her the ins and out of the CZW arena, and that is exactly what the Sensation did! Her name is Maria…you may know her Krimzon, I dare say you know her very well…her on the other hand forgot your name after a few seconds with the Sensation himself.’ Jesse cockily grins as he places a stick of gum inside his mouth for him to chomp down, making an annoying loud chewing sound with his wide smirk that is pasted upon his face. Oh Krimzon, your obsessed with me aren’t you little man, I mean every time I turn on the TV and have to sit through a promo coming from you…part of the downside of being the CZW president I assure you. I hear your chipmunk like voice, moaning on about how Jesse did this and he did that…let me tell you this Blaze, if you don’t stop getting in my business, I may speak back one day, and trust me, the Sensation can have a rather sharp tongue…Maria found that out first hand. Jesse chuckles as he winks down the camera at Krimzon, the Mexicans fans finding it all uncomfortable, most of them not even knowing what the hell Montana is talking about. Jesse becomes a little more serious now as he sits forward, his hands flexed out in front of him, resting on the desk. Anyway, onto more important things than that rabid Mexican midget… The Mexican fans now drowning out the whole entire arena with boos. Jesse lies back with a smooth smile on his face, antagonizing the crowd even more. Jesse sits back forward again looking down the lens. Ah what a pleasant sound, it makes me just feel good all over when you people cry and moan, I could listen to it all day long I really could. But moving on, I honestly do have better things to talk about. Fiscus and Covey, in fact the Whole Damn Show, people may cheer, people may boo, you Mexican’s will just sit and make no reaction at all due to the fact you don’t understand English… The fans do however though react to this claim with more booing, Jesse charismatically opens his eyes wide with his mouth wide open. So you do understand English?! Nah, I guess you just had a lucky guess. Anyway, people have been asking why is Jesse Montana returning to the ring against such a powerful force, people saying that I must have knocked my head or been dropped on my head as a baby, people even going as far to say I am making a mistake. True, these same people are now in the intensive care unit at their local hospital with wires sticking out of their bodies, I mean you don’t think I am just going to sit back and listen to you minuscules do you? But even though I can smile due to their inflicted pain, I still sit here and feel a sharp angst, believing more people could think such atrocities of the CZW President. Well let me put it to you this way…Jesse Montana and the Jackal, the alliance of the millennium, were not bullies, were not just going to pick on local jobbers and resident cretins like Dimwit Timmons and Krimzon Blaze…well I mean…I know I already did that but they know the Sensation is only joking with them, I’m not a bully at all. The cameraman suspiciously coughs at this point as Jesse frowns at him, believing him to have a problem with his last comment. Jesse shakes it off and carries on, a slight growl in his voice now. I have no idea why I am explaining this to you all anyway, Jesse Montana can make any damn match he wants. Myself and Jackal, we want competition and what best competition to have than the 2008 Team of the Year. Alan Fiscus, where can I even begin?! You like women with a strange similarities to me, you like women who have been with me, you went out with Jacqui didn’t you? You have had a fascination with me ever since I ran your schoolyard drug dealer over in my car, ever since you have been obsessed with not only getting in the ring with me, but talking about me everywhere you go. We may have had an award winning rivalry Fiscus, but that was only due to the fact you wouldn’t leave me alone, you followed me everywhere I went, and when I had lost you for a week or two, you had to pit yourself in a match against me. Now I can’t blame a person to find the Sensation strikingly alluring, but you go too far Alan. I wouldn’t be surprised if you make Matt Covey dress as me, placing a long brown wig on him and a cowboy hat, just to get off on one outside of work. Hey, Matt Covey does everything you fucking want, I should know, he was my kiss ass bodyguard for a couple of months, if I told him to stick his head down the toilet he would have done it, hell he even killed for me. But I am not here to talk smack about you two, it’s been done all before and quite simply, your probably too off your faces to understand me anyway, your probably off in some den somewhere applying a toad with a layer of LSD just to make that lick a little more entrancing. Jesse and Jackal have chosen the 2008 winners to prove a point, not only do we hate the Whole Damn Show, especially Fiscus and Covey, we also don’t want to waste our time with losers, so taking out the longest reigning Tag Champions in history will be even more pleasurable. Jesse Montana and the Jackal against Fiscus and Covey in a street fight, sounds like a good night out hey Covey…All I can say is…have fun tonight Matt. Jesse Montana winks at the camera as he now sits back, the fans now silent due to the ominous way Montana is speaking. Jesse looks a little more comfortable as he now begins to chomp down on his gum again. Now onto Eric Collum. Me and you didn’t really get on a few weeks back at that Press Conference, mainly because you’re a dis-respectful punk. You have talents Eric and your getting your highly deserved shot at the World Title next week, a chance to be the only man in CZW history to hold TWO single titles at the same time. You see though Eric, due to your lack of respect you have showed the Sensation and due to your activities with Gregory Grantham and your creation of Elite revolution, Jesse feels as though he needs to get even. Jesse Montana begins to rub his stubbly chin as he cocks one eyebrow in utter thought. Suddenly he holds up his index finger and smiles. I have it! Eric Collum you want that distinction so bad don’t you. You want to be not only the longest reigning Champion in CZW, but also a multi-time champion. I am not going to pull you out of this World Title match you have next week, nah Jesse is no bully as I have already said, but ah what the hell, you deserved to be bullied so what I propose is this; I can’t have you walking around with all the gold Eric. So at Evil Intensions, it’s not JUST going to be for the World Title, it’s going to be the Television Title too. And I know what your thinking, you believe you can walk out with both belts don’t you? Impossible. You see, El Pablo may be familiar with this rule, it wasn’t long ago that XTC fell apart due to my creativity. The winner of the match must choose between what belt they want to hold, the belt they choose they hold, the other belt, it becomes vacant and in the month of February, there will be an 8 man tournament to crown the NEW Champion. So Eric, good luck keeping your Television Title now, son. Jesse cracks into fits of laughter as he begins to choke on his own excitement. Montana now carries on but is soon interrupted. Now onto the Divas division… He is interrupted as the door opens slowly. The camera swivels around to show two scantily dressed women, both Mexican origin with highly attractive features. The two women stand arm in arm as Jesse Montana licks his lips, his eyes beginning to wander around the room as his fingertips begin dancing around on his desk, almost drumming a tune. Jesse looks over a the cameraman as he sniffs, then begins to speak. Yeah erm…I was going to talk about the closing of the divas division but…well…who gives a crap?! Now if you don’t mind Suarez…Sanchez or whatever the hell your name is…if you could kindly leave closing the door behind you…Jesse Montana has business to attend to. The cameraman stands up as he walks past the two luscious beauties as they giggle to each other. Just as the door begins to close we see a distant Montana almost flying over his desk as he walks up to the two women, a slight mumble is heard. Well well well…Maria you came back for seconds…and what’s this…you’ve brought a friend with you…good choice! The fans around the arena boo heavily as the scene fades, now coming back onto the arena, ending on the two Overdrive commentators, Jarred Daniels and William Masters. MASTERS: MY GOD JARRED! DO YOU THINK THOSE TWO WOMEN ARE REALLY BUSINESSWOMEN?! DANIELS: No William, no I don’t. And after that rather seedy edition of Jesse Montana’s Presidential Address, we know three things. We know the Street Fight between Montana & Jackal against Fiscus and Covey is still on in seven days time, we also know the World Title match at Evil Intentions is also for the TV Title, only one Title being allowed to be chose, and that surely means a vacant TV Title you would think, and we also know this…Jesse Montana is most certainly having a better evening than us two sitting here. MASTERS: That’s Montana for you, and I think his decision with the TV Title was very just-deserved. DANIELS: Controversial, however we will see all three men in that World Title match in action tonight, a monstrous six man odd tag team match, how will they fair as they have to team with each other there. MASTERS: Yeah and before that match we will see the IC Title on the line, we saw Montana just then but Jackal is in action later on. DANIELS: Hardcore Title also on the line, Mortius and Brian Blaze teaming up for the first time, and plenty more folks. MASTERS: And how is your ankle anyway Jarred, after your little friendly confrontation with the Jackal? DANIELS: Nothing friendly about that, he can’t take criticism it seems, and that is my job, to call what I see, the man is ghastly anyway just like our President. MASTERS: Carry on Jarred, maybe I will get to work with Farley after all. DANIELS: My pleasure. Anyway, tag team action up first, how will the two best CZW newcomers of 2008 fair against not Total Mayhem, but their partners, Caleb and Impaler? MASTERS: Are you kidding?! Mortius with Brian Blaze?! *****-----*****
-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=- *****-----***** Daniels: This match is going to be brutal. Mortius got his ass handed to him by Total Mayhem last week and I mean he was brutalized. At least this week his partner will do what he can to help him. Masters: It won’t help any. They are going to walk into a duo that seems to have lost their damn minds. I wouldn’t want any part of them, especially right now. Daniels: Let’s go to the ring and see if this is going to be the train wreck it looks like. Towers: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 627 pds., the team of Caleb Walker and the Impaler. Indestructible by Disturbed blasts out of the sound system as Impaler walks out with Caleb Walker right behind him. Both looking around with intensity as they walk slowly to the ring. Daniels: Can you see their eyes? They don’t look like they are all there right now. Masters: Are they ever there at any time? 'Why can't we be friends' starts to play as Brian Blaze jumps out from behind the curtain, gesturing to the fans, Mortius appears behind him, seemingly annoyed as he spins Blaze around, yelling to him and pointing to the speakers, where the song continues to issue. Blaze shrugs out of Mortius' grip and smiles, trying to pat him his partner on the back, but Mortius flinches away and walks down the ramp, his face one of anger and frustration And introducing, at a combined weight of 524 pounds, THE BRIAN BLAZE EXPERIENCE... FEATURING MORTIUS! Mortius stops in his tracks and turns around to where Blaze is slapping the fans hands, he walks up to him and grabs him with both hands, raising Brian off the ground, Mortius' face scarlet as he yells abuse at Blaze. Brian struggles free and holds his hands in front of Mortius, pointing to the back, obviously trying to explain that he isn't the enemy, Mortius looks down on Blaze, still looking as if he wants to kill him, but slides into the ring, instead, sitting on the turnbuckle, looking down, Blaze takes his place in front of Mortius, as they stare across at their opponents Daniels: Ref Mickey Perez is going to have his hands full with this match. Masters: Not if he just stays out of the way and lets them kill each other. The bell rings and like four bulls in a pen fighting over one cow, they slam into each other. Mortius and Impaler start throwing hard rights and lefts. Blaze and Walker tie up with Blaze being pushed back into the ropes and getting nailed with hard chops across the chest. One after another as the crowd oooohs with each one. Mortius backs Impaler into the corner and starts laying into him with right hands and left knees, switching fists and knees when he tries to cover up. Slumping down in the corner, Impaler absorbs the blows. The ref tries to back Mortius up, Impaler taking the opening, low blows Mortius, stopping the beating he was getting. Across the ring, Blaze takes one last hard chop across his already reddened chest and slips through the ropes to the floor. Walker so focused on his opponent, ignores the others and follows him to the floor. Impaler pulls Mortius up to his feet, the pain etched in Mortius’s face. Raising an open hand, he slams it down on the back of Mortius. Mortius flinches up hard and lets out a bellow of pain with the impact. His back arched out making in bow. With a smile on his face, Impaler hits him across his shoulders again. Daniels: Total Mayhem literally carved Mortius’s back and Impaler is using that to his advantage. Masters: That’s what happens when you shoot your mouth off. Blaze had enough to catch his breath and ignore his hurting chest to back up and catch Walker with a standing drop kick as he came through the ropes. Not expecting it, Walker tumbles off the apron to the floor. Blaze on him quick with rapid stomps to the back and neck. Masters: Blaze is trying to keep the large Walker down. Daniels: I think he has gone gay. What is that he is doing? The Riverdance? Blaze pauses to back up, looking around, he reaches over the railing and grabs a chair from the fans. Taking the chair, he runs to the end of the ring and up the steps, holding the chair, he runs along the apron and places the chair under his legs as he does a leg drop on the back of Walker as he tries to get up. The chair nailing him across the back and driving him back down. Impaler has Mortius down on the mat, literally digging into the wounds. Blood starting to run down Mortius’s back as he screams out in agony. Blaze rolls over and slowly gets up, the chair move hurting him almost as much as it did Walker. Taking the chance to get back in the ring, He takes off and catches Impaler with a missile drop kick. The big man falling back away from the hurting Mortius. Blaze checks on him only to have Mortius push him away in reaction to the pain he is in. Not letting it affect him, Blaze turns around to have his head nearly ripped off by Walker. The strong man having slipped back in the ring, he waited for his chance. Blaze down, Mortius slowly getting back up, they are quickly in trouble. Impaler gets back to his feet, while Walker gets his breath. Both men stand side by side, nodding to each other, they wait for the twosome to get to their feet. Mortius pulls himself up by the ropes. Blaze slowly gets to all fours and slowly starts to get up. Walker and Impaler charge at them. Both drop and catch them in a flip, instead of letting go, they roll through to a mounted position. As one they start throwing hard punches. Rights followed by lefts. Impaler and Walker defenseless as they start taking the beat down. The crowd starts booing loudly as the camera swings around to show Total Mayhem coming down the ramp. Both brothers smiling as they slowly make their way down to the ring area. Daniels: What are they doing down here? Masters: They are the champs so they are scouting the other teams. Smart move if you ask me. Daniels: Good thing I didn’t ask you then. Blaze looks up and sees the champs near the ring, yelling at Mortius, he points to them. Mortius, leaps to his feet and heads towards the ropes. The brothers hold up hands like they aren’t up to anything. At the last second, Mortius turns and sees Blaze coming, using his hands like a stirrup, he launches Blaze up and out of the ring with a diving double arm close line on the brothers. The crowd blows up with the move. Mortius runs across the ring and lays boot shots to the heads of Walker and Impaler. Taking the opening to the stunned brothers. He slides out of the ring and kneels down to search under the ring. Pulling out a bag, he opens it as Blaze gets up and leans against the ring apron while the brothers start to get back up. Turning a small bottle up to his lips, he smirks as he raises a lighter in front of his lips. The brothers turn just in time for him to flick his bic and spit the fluid out. Flame hitting them in the face. Their hair catching fire as they reel in pain. Both brothers swatting at the flames as they crowd erupts in ooohs, aaahs and screams of terror. The Brothers are flailing around as the EMT’s come from the back. Blaze looks shocked as Mortius turns back to the ring laughing at the damage he caused. Entering the ring, Mortius Is greeted by a hard boot to the face as Impaler was waiting for him. The lack of concern for his stable mates showing on his face. Blaze is met with a hard shoulder tackle from Walker as he to, is quickly down on the mat. Blaze holding his ribs, is pulled to his feet and thrown into the ropes, ducking a clothesline, he comes off the far ropes with a cross body block, Walker catches him and turns around. Holding him tight, he drops to one knee bringing Blaze down into a back breaker. Impaler runs to the ropes and readies to drop a leg across the throat of Blaze. Leaping in the air, he is nailed with a spear by Mortius as he does. Walker tosses Blaze to the mat, hits Mortius across the back of the neck with a hard forearm. Mortius falls to the mat and Walker starts laying boots to the injured back of Mortius. Blaze struggles to his feet and with a last reserve runs across the ring and hits Walker with an Inziguri, causing him to fall out of the ring. Mortius slowly moving to his knees, watches as Blaze pulls Impaler to his feet, setting him up. Nailing him in the stomach with a quick standing drop kick, he gets to his feet as Impaler bounces off the ropes into the Blaze of glory. Covering Impaler, Blaze looks to the ref. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3….. No!!! Daniels: What the hell? Mortius pulled Blaze off from what was a sure pin. Masters: Seems like Mortius is pissed about that. Mortius points to the corner and tells Blaze to get in it. Walker slides back in the ring, Mortius grabs him and lands hard shots to his head as he finally gives Walker a snap ddt. Quickly heading to the corner, he nails him with the Final Revolution. Daniels: This is it! All Mortius has to do is cover him and its all over. Masters: Mortius had to show Blaze who was in charge with this match. Mortius covers for the pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3…….no??!! Daniels: What the hell? Why are they stopping each other from the pin? This is ridiculous. Masters: I think this is funny. Neither wants to be the one to say ok you make the pin. Mortius yells so loud no mic is needed. Accusing Blaze of trying to steal the pin. Blaze is yelling back at Mortius as he is quickly scooped up. With a surprise burst of speed and power, Moritus leaps on the second turnbuckle. Turning with a fluid motion, he uses Blaze and nails the Mortius slam on Walker with him. Getting up, he turns and nails the now on his feet Impaler, nailing him with a hard shot to the head. The ref, seeing Blaze across Walker, starts the count. 1 . . 2 . . 3!!!! Daniels: Mortius and Blaze win this one, But I think they are in trouble as a team. Masters: In any match you use what you have to win. Mortius used Blaze. Smart work if you ask me. Mortius looks pissed as Blaze rolls over and slowly starts to get up. The crowd cheering and booing as the two start jawing. Mortius helps Blaze up while still talking to him. Impaler moves over to Walker and helps him to start getting up. *As Referee Mickey Perez holds the hands of Mortius and Brian Blaze in the air Impaler and Caleb Walker toss both men over the top rope and then isolate the Referee. Impaler begins by shoving him into the ropes and holding him there.* Impaler: You’re on the take, aren’t you?! That slow count, you’re either on the take or you’re damn well cross-eyed! Look at me when I am speaking to you boy! *Referee Perez meekly looks up at the big man.* Impaler: Now, who told you to screw us out of our match?! Was it Jesse, or one of those other assholes in on the payroll?! You know Derek Damage is your boss right?! We work for him which means you work for us, you understand?! *Perez stares down at the mat again. Impaler this time looks back at Caleb Walker who is leaning against the ropes on the other side of the ring as Impaler drags Mickey into the center of the ring back to Caleb.* Daniels: What the hell are these two going to do with poor Mickey Perez? *Impaler runs toward the ropes behind him and as Caleb connects with a devastating spear to Mickey’s back as Impaler comes back and lands a solid running boot to Perez’s chin causing to do a back flip up and over Caleb’s back landing face first on the canvas. Derek Damage then tosses Caleb a microphone.* Caleb: We’re tired of being jerked around! Tonight we stop being nice and asking for the respect we deserve and we take it! We’re now not only the best wrestlers in this company, we’re the best tag team in this f**king sh**thole! So, tonight you stop looking at everyone else and start looking at us because we’re the team that will be leading this company and we dare anyone to stop us! *Caleb then spikes the microphone on the ground and the group walks backstage leaving Mickey Perez unconscious in the center of the ring.* Masters: My god, we need medical attention out here now! Daniels: What in the hell is wrong with those two?! Masters: You mean three remember Derek Damage is at the helm of this group. *****-----***** A jet black motorcycles seen pulling into the parking lot with two riders. They wear matching style leathers. One's is black and the others is pink. Jenny Jacobs is on the scene as Cage and Sirena dismount. Jenny: This is becoming quite the habit isn't it? Cage: Heh, you could say that. Sirena: No matter where we are...you're always first on the scene. If I didn't know any better...I'd think you're after my man. Jenny: No no...nothin like that. Just after all the Matt Covey scandals and stuff...my ass has been in hot water. I'm just tryin to prove my worth. Cage: Heh, yeah, I've heard. Sirena: You'll be fine hun. Jenny: Thank you Sirena. I got bad news for you though...they've removed the diva division. Sirena: Yeah, I've heard...and to think, I was about to return too. They gotta do what they gotta do though. On the plus side, it just means I can fully support my fiance in all his matches again. Jenny: True. Glad you look at it optimistically. Alot of the other girls aren't taking it so well. Sirena: If the division is meant to be...it'll come back. For now however, CzW has got to do what is in there best interest. Jenny: Thank you Sirena. Cage, how bout you, we saw you last week without the cast telling all about your new contract. Cage: Yeah. I'm finally back...not ring ready yet but as soon as I give the word, they'll put me back in. And tonight, I think I'm gonna observe all my options. Jenny: Observe? Cage: Yeah. I see several of our champions are in action tonight...I wanna see what they're all about. I even got my ref license so I can ref to get a better idea if I so choose. Jenny: Ref? Cage: Guest ref stuff. But competing is what I'm all about. And I can't wait...as a matter of fact...when I come back, I'm laying out a challenge. Jenny: A challenge? Cage: Yeah...to one of our great new up and comers...upstarts if you will. A Mr. Brian Blaze. He calls himself Mr. Entertainment. He intrigues me. I want to see what he's all about. High Def himself versus the self proclaimed Mr. Entertainment. I think we could put on one hell of a show. Well, thank you Jenny, but we need to get inside. Cage smiles as him and Sirena enter the arena. Jenny: Thank you. Well, you heard it here folks...the California Dream is back and on a mission. You heard it first from Jenny Jacobs. Back to you Jarred. *****-----*****
-=- CLOCKWORK ORANGE HOUSE OF FUN HARDCORE TITLE MATCH -=- *****-----***** Daniels: Thanks Jenny. Well the technicians have just finished putting up the steel mesh wall at the side of the ring nearest us, and they are hanging all sorts of implements on it, while others are scattering more around the ring and the outside… it’s time for the Hardcore Championship match, Brian Kirkland in a match of his choosing, a gruelling contest that will push the limits of hardcore, the CLOCKWORK ORANGE HOUSE OF FUN MATCH! The rules are simple, it’s a basic pin or submission to the win, falls count anywhere in the arena, the only major difference is the weapons specifically put up to cause damage and mayhem, and if I know Kirkland, they’ll be plenty of that. ‘Country Boy Will Survive’ plays as Mountain Man comes down to the ring, he seems completely focused on the steel mesh wall as he enters the ring, looking up at the structure, and all the weapons to either be used by, or against him ‘Becoming the Bull’ starts over the speakers and the crowd go nuts awaiting the appearance of the Hardcore Champion, after thirty seconds the cheers become a little less enthused and a little more confused as he still hasn’t appeared, Mountain Man’s attention now fully on the curtain waiting for his opponent to come out, looking impatient he is surprised when the crowd start cheering madly, turning around he finds Kirkland on top of the mesh wall, arms folded as he looks down on his pray with a little smile on his face, without giving any reaction time he flies from the top… Daniels: CROSSBODY! Kirkland appeared from nowhere and making an impact on the challenger, he rolls off Mountain Man and takes off his title belt, raising it to the fans before turning around and catching the raising Mountain Man right between the eyes, HE’S BUSTED OPEN! Mountain Mans bleeding as the ref rings the bell Kirkland throws his belt to the official who passes it outside as Brian raises his bleeding opponent into a headlock, running, he rams Mountain Mans head into the steel wall, Mountain Man collapses as Kirkland runs up the ropes and onto the mesh, clinging to the structure he scales left, grabbing a barb wire wrapped chair from a hook, holding it to his chest he kicks his legs up and bounces from the wall, twisting in mid air… Daniels: A SPLASH WITH THAT BARBED WIRE COVERED CHAIR! My god, I think he hurt himself just as much as Mountain Man there. And these fans are going wild… CZW CZW CZW! …Well Kirkland is rolling around grabbing his chest, but he’s getting back to his feet, whereas Mountain Man is down, blood still pouring from his head, and still with that chair on him, Brian goes for the first cover of the match Masters: And maybe the last! 1 . . . 2 . . . Daniels: MOUNTAIN MAN KICKED OUT! I don’t believe it, he’s up, pulling that chair off of him and swinging it at Kirkland, who duck and gut checks Mountain Man, taking the chair from him, but Mountain Man recovers fast and lands a hefty clothesline, sending Brian to the mat. Mountain Man staggers towards the wall and starts to climb, Kirkland, quickly up, comes after and starts climbing too, just to the side of him. They start trading elbows. Back and forth, but Mountain Mans strength comes through as Kirkland slips, hanging on with one arm as he tries to get purchase, Mountain Man is reaching over to grab a nearby cheese grater, but in a last ditch effort Kirkland swings his legs up and manages to get them around Mountain Mans neck Daniels: Hurricanrana from the wall! Amazing! This crowd can’t get enough of this as Kirkland grabs that fallen cheese grater and… what the hell? HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! THE STRAIGHT LACE CROSSFACE with that cheese grater! Mountain Man is screaming as that cut on his forehead is widened and the crimson is literally pouring down his face, he’s going to tap… Masters: He’s grabbed the ropes! Daniels: There’s no rope breaks in this type of matchup, but Mountain Man is using then to gain leverage, he’s lifting both himself and Kirkland up, in the process adding the largest possible amount of pressure from that cheese grater, he’s on his feet, Brian now on Mountain Mans back, that hold still locked in, but Mountain Man falls backwards, bringing all his weight down on Kirkland, the hold now broken he rolls to the outside, bleeding profusely. Kirkland is quick back to his feet as he runs for the rope and suicide dives over the top, taking down Mountain Man to the delight of the fans, he picks up a pane of glass that was lying on the outside and spots a fan with a Brian Kirkland t-shirt on, he goes up to the fan and motions for them to hold the pane out for him, which the fan does as Kirkland drags the ruined Mountain Man to his feet Daniels: STRAIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS! Now that’s what I call audience participation! Kirkland now backing up, running, on the barrier, OFF INTO A DROPKICK! Right on the back of Mountain Mans head Masters: He just hasn’t had a chance to mount an offence Daniels: And Kirkland showing EXACTLY why he’s the hardcore champion, you show me anyone else willing to put their own body, and that of there opponents through SO much hell, Masters: And if it wasn’t Kirkland, I’d appreciate it Kirkland signals to the fans, who scream in response at this hardcore delight, and he reaches for a tied bag, opening it and taking a look inside his smile grows wide as he rolls back into the ring, kicking away baseball bats, chairs, road signs, and of course the cheese grater to clear a space in the ring. He opens the bag, looking around him, and empties a large amount of shattered glass onto the canvas Daniels: This is going too far, I know it’s for the championship but come on, he’s already beatable in my opinion Masters: Shut up Daniels, this just got interesting Brian moves to the outside once more to where Mountain Man is gradually making his way to his feet, constantly wiping blood from his eyes in the process. Kirkland grabs him into a headlock… but Mountain Man counters into a backdrop Masters: I think ol’ Mountain Man’s just got an adrenaline rush, he’s back to his feet, literally screaming with rage! Grabbing Kirkland up he drags him back into the ring, lifting Brian up high he prepares to drop him onto the glass, but Kirkland struggles free, climbing down his back he runs towards the mesh wall, jumping and grabbing a nearby hoop of barbed wire, Mountain Man is trying to grab him but Kirkland scales to the top of the wall and sits just out of reach Daniels: What is he doing? Masters: He’s wrapping that hoop around his hands! He’s jumped from that seated position… Daniels: Polish Hammer to Mountain Mans head! That barbed wire ripping both Mountain Mans gash and Brian’s hands as he tries to remove it, This has to be over soon, Mountain Man must be near collapse from blood loss, it hasn’t stopped from the beginning of the match, he’s down, but he just missed the glass, but Kirkland doesn’t pause after he removes that wire, his hands are bleeding as he drags his worn opponent back to his feet, Mountain Man’s in such a mess I don’t think he’s any idea where he is, and this crowd, I have to stay, haven’t stopped cheering for this match since the beginning. WAIT WHO IS THIS?! Masters: Looks like another appearance from Cage Stryker, I mean we saw him backstage arriving a few minutes ago, maybe he is lost Jarred, maybe he needs to find his way to his locker room? Daniels: Nice thought William but he seems to know exactly where he is. Anyway these fans seem to be enjoying a rare sighting of our former TV Champion, and is it just me or does he seem to be writing in some kind of note book? Masters: Possibly sketching a picture of the Mountain Man…nah he is not much of a model, not sure Cage is much of an artist either. Daniels: Whatever he is doing, he seems interested in this match, and now he is leaving, I don’t even think Brian or Mountain man saw him, but we’ll have to find out later what that was all about! Masters: Well on with the action I guess. Kirkland now gut kicking Mountain Man and applying a chickenwing when he bent over, he’s walking backwards to the turnbuckle, and climbing up, Mountain Man has no option but to follow with that chicken wing locked in, Brian is at the top, we know what’s coming… Daniels: PEPSI PLUNGE ONTO THE GLASS, THE CROWD ARE DEAFENING!!! Kirkland’s rolling around trying to remove glass from his knees, Mountain Man just hasn’t moved since Impact Kirkland braves the glass again to roll Mountain Man over for a cover 1 . . . 2. . . . 3 Daniels: And it’s over, The ref is in handing Brian Kirkland his belt as he raises it high, his feet and knees bleeding, but that is nothing compared to Mountain Man, he’s in a state, the outside, canvas and most of all… him are covered in his blood, Brian Kirkland truly showing why HE epitomises HARDCORE! Atreyu kick in signalling another successful defence as EMTs rush to the ring with a stretcher Daniels: That’s starting to become a feature around here, we’ve seen more EMTs in the past month than in a year in CZW Masters: That’s not exactly true, but I know what you mean Brian Kirkland goes to the barrier and jumps backwards over it, the fans catching him and encompassing him as the camera pans out. *****-----***** CZW Overdrive comes back from commercial with a shot of the live crowd in Mexico City. The camera swings to the entrance ramp. As the camera gets there, In The End by Linkin Park blasts over the P.A. system. The crowd starts to cheer when they hear the music, and they get even louder when “The Real Deal” Rob Wright comes walking through the curtain. Rob is dressed in a light beige suit with a black tie, and a pair of black dress shoes. When he comes out from the curtain he stops for a second and just stars out into the crowd. He points to a fan holding a sign that says “Welcome Back Real Deal”. Rob starts to make his way down the aisle slapping the fans hands as he walks by. Once he gets to the ring he starts to walk up the steps but stops. He then walks around the ring slapping the fans hands at ringside. Rob then walks up the steps and gets into the ring. He walks over to the opposite corner and asks for a microphone. He takes the microphone and walks to the center of the ring. Rob Wright: What’s up Mexico City!! The crowd goes nuts at the cheap pop. Rob Wright: A couple of weeks ago. I gave Ryan Lewis an exclusvie interview at my home. After that interview all I could think about was…that’s was the wrong way to let everyone know what happened. So, after my went to court and got that damn thing off my ankle. I sat down and talked to wife. Do you want to know what I told her? The crowd starts to cheer. Rob Wright: I told that I wanted to be here…no. Wanted isn’t the right word. I told her that I NEEDED to be here in the CZW. So, after talking to my wife. And taking everything into consideration. We came to a conclusion, and this is what we decided. On the February 6th edition of Overdrive…it will be the official in-ring return of “The Real Deal” Rob Wright. The fans begins to cheer again. Rob waits for the fans to calm down before speaking. Rob Wright: I’m glad you all feel that way because I can’t wait to get back in this ring and compete for all of you CZW fans. I promise all of my fans that I will be the most competitive wrestler in the history of CZW. It doesn’t matter if I’m in the ring with “Canada’s Finest” Tim Timmons or if I’m in the ring with the current CZW World Heavyweight Champion, Maynard O’Toole. The fact of the matter is I will not backdown. I will fight until I can no longer move. I hope the boys in the back hear me when I say this…I'm will make my presence felt upon my return. I guarantee it. Rob stops talking as “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack hits the P.A. system........ Tim makes his way out on to the stage with the microphone already placed in his left hand and with a huge smile on his face Tim stops at the top of the stage looks at the crowd and then down at the ring where Rob Wright is giving him a confused look. TT: Rob you are so full of yourself I am sick and tired of having people like you and Ronnie run all over this place thinking your the big shots in CZW. Rob... in fact you have done shit so far in CZW and while you were sitting on your ass at home I have actually been making a career for myself and at least I can say I held gold five times and also had a shot at the CZW World Championship twice as well. Tim passes on the stage where he stops and looks back at the ring. TT: Rob I am Canada's Finest I am willing to give you the chance of a life time to team up with myself and form the New Players Club.... The camera zooms in on the faces of Rob and Tim, then the scene cuts to commercials. *****-----***** (Overdrive comes back. Chris Ross and Kimo Newton are walking through a hall discussing something.) Kimo: Aight dog it's simple. We go in, get the keys, and get out. We have no time to lose! (Kimo says as they walk up to a locker room door with Tim Timmons' name on it. Ross rushes into the locker room and looks around. He finds a pair of jeans sitting on the bench and reaches into the pockets. He smiles as he finds a set of keys. Taking them he turns and rushes out of the locker room.) Kimo: Ya get the keys dog? Ross: Right here! step one is complete! Now lets go before someone notices! (Ross and Kimo run off down the hall laughing *****-----*****
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- *****-----***** DANIELS: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we have the grudge match between the returning Vince Khan and “The Sadistic Solution” Alan Fiscus. As you have all seen, at Beginning of the End, Alan Fiscus retrieved the money in the bank briefcase that holds a contract to any title here in CZW. Well Vince Khan took that case from Alan Fiscus and now, finally Alan gets his match with Khan right here in just a matter of seconds. MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred and what a match this is going to be. I can’t wait to see Alan get his hands on that petty street thug. Just then, the sounds of “Chromamatic” by Static X is heard through the arena as Frank Finch makes his way out. DANIELS: And this is an Alan Fiscus match so what a surprise to see Finch come out and join us. MASTERS: Show some bloody respect, you imbecile. Frank walks over to the announcing table, sits down and puts on a headset. DANIELS: Well it’s no surprise to see you here. FINCH: You already know what it is. DANIELS: How do you plan on cheating this week, Frank? FINCH: Hey, Jarred, YOU BETTER GET AT THESE FLAWLESS NUTS!!! MASTERS: I love it when Frank joins us at ring side; I get a partner to belittle Jarred. “Thieves” by Ministry blares over the PA system and the fans boo massively as Alan Fiscus strolls down the isle all conceited like. Alan gets in the ring and poses for the crowd then he yells out .. ALAN: “NOW IT’S TIME TO FIND OUT WHICH ONE OF YALL GONNA TOSS MY SALAAAAAAAD!!!!!!” FINCH: That’s mah boy…hahaha… DRAGONSHIT!!! DANIELS: How old are y’all? FINCH: Shut up, Jarred, you know I dick slap bitches like you for a living. Just then “Ambitionz Az A Ridah” by 2Pac begins to play as Vince Khan makes his way out to the ring all thug like and what not. FRANK: Oh now here is a real role model, this punk couldn’t hold my jock strap and he should be arrested right here, right now. Khan gets in the ring as does Jessica Towers as the music fades out. The two men get nose to nose in a heated confrontation. CROWD: C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!! TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Introducing first, standing to my right….weighing in two hundred, eighty six pounds….standing at a massive six foot, five inches tall…he is….VINCE….KHAAAAANNNN!!!!!! Just then as a few people in the crowd cheer fro Khan, Frank stands up, takes his headset off and slides in the ring. DANIELS: What the hell is he doing? MASTERS: I don’t know but I think I’m going to like this. Frank grabs the mic from Jessica and she leaves the ring. Frank then gets right up in Khan’s face and begins to speak. FINCH: Now if you’re going to introduce the sadistic solution, you had better do it right. KHAN: Man, get the f**k outta here, pretty bitch boy. FINCH: Pretty bitch boy? Man I’m more man than you will ever be. Finch proceeds to grab his crotch. FINCH: Man, this is just HALF my dick! They call me the mastodon cuz I got the trunk in the front. Now then, introducing the man that will make Vince Khan his bitch tonight. He weighs in at an impressive, two hundred, forty pounds, he stands at a massive six foot, one inches tall. He is Mr. money in the bank, the hard act to follow, the one man riot, THE sadistic solution and the man that will be the world champ any day now, no offense O’Toole. DANIELS: BAH GOD! This could go on for days Daniels puts his head on the desk and pretends to fall asleep. Finch looks over and sees him. FINCH: Hey bitch boy, wake up, I see you over there, wake up before I come over there and pop you In your bitch ass chin. Anyway…he is….ALAN…..FISCUS!!!!! Frank makes his way back out of the ring as he taps Alan on the chest. The referee calls for the bell and the match issues as Frank gets settled back at the table. DANIELS: Nice of you to rejoin us, Frank. Both men now begin exchanging punches, each man trying to gain the advantage. Alan gains the upper hand now, he grabs Khan and attempts the corkscrew stunner but Khan just throws him to the ground like a rag doll. DANIELS: What a power move there by Vince Khan and now he has Alan down. Khan picks up Alan by his hair, he’s in place for the…Double Underhook Dominator!!! OH that had to hurt. But Khan is not going for the cover, he doesn’t just want to win this match, he wants to punish Alan here tonight. FINCH: If you ask me, Khan is stupid for not going for the pin, Alan Fiscus is not one to be taken lightly. MASTERS: Indeed, Frank and now Khan reaches down to pick Alan up by his hair again BUT NO…ALAN ROLLS KHAN INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!!! 1! - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - KICK OUT WITH AUTHORITY!!! DANIELS: Alan was thrown across the ring with that massive kick out. Alan uses the corner to pick himself up now but Khan charges across the ring like a freight train, Alan slides out in time and Khan hits the ring post hard. His shoulder took some punishment on that one. FINCH: Did you see that? That is why Alan is who he is, Khan may be huge but he is as dumb as he looks. DANIELS: Alan is still on the outside of the ring while Khan is clutching that right shoulder. What is Alan up to now? He is reaching up under the ring and..wait..is that?... HE’S GOT BRASS KNUCKLES! Alan slides back into the ring now, wait…where the hell is Frank going? Frank is on the ring apron, distracting the referee, picks up Khan… THWACK!!!! DANIELS: ALAN JUST NAILED KHAN WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES!!! KHAN IS OUT OF IT NOW. AND HERE COMES FRANK. FINCH: Hello gentlemen. I just had to talk to the referee, make sure everything was okay. DANIELS: Yeah I’m sure that’s what you were doing, Frank. Alan, conveniently tosses the brass knuckles out of the ring and goes for the covers Khan for the pin now, this is not right, he can’t win it THIS way. FINCH: When in doubt just whip it out! Cue the fat lady, boys, it’s all over now. 1! - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - - - - - - OMG!!! KHAN KICKS OUT, SOMEHOW!!!! DANIELS: How in the world did Khan kick out of that pin? He was leveled with those brass knuckles. FINCH: I didn’t see any brass knuckles, what the hell are you talking about? MASTERS: You’re bloody delusional, Jarred, Alan has the strongest fists in the game. Alan is frustrated at the point he is now stomping a hole right into Khan now. Alan is a smart man, he is going right after that hurt, and possibly injured left shoulder. FINCH: This is why I aligned myself with him, he is the epitome of intelligence. He knows exactly what he is doing and is proving it to all of us right here. DANIELS: So why does he need you here with him? FINCH: Because I am the muscle, Jarred, don’t you know I once won a body building contest and all I had to do was drop my pants? Hey, this is just HALF my d— DANIELS: HEY! HEY! HEY! Watch it, Frank, kids are watching. Moving on, Alan is now exposing that turnbuckle as the referee is arguing with him. He picks Khan up but Khan grabs Alan and throws him into the exposed turnbuckle turnbuckle. Alan is completely busted open now on his forehead. Khan spins Alan around, he picks him up on his shoulders… THWACK!!! DANIELS: WESTCOAST SLAM!!! IT’S ALL OVER!!! BUT ONCE AGAIN, KHAN IS NOT GOING FOR THE COVER, HE LOCKS IN THE COMPTON CROSSFACE AND THE REFEREE IS IN PLACE!!! FINCH: Hmm. That would be my cue. MASTERS: Finch is gonna save this now. He walks over to the side of the ring as Alan is fighting the submission, he is slowly fading, the referee checks to see if he is unconscious. THE REF HOLDS ALANS HAND UP BUT IT DROPS 1! - - - - - - - - - HE HOLDS IT UP AGAIN BUT IT DROPS AGAIN!!! 2! - - - - - - FRANK GRABS ALAN’S FOOT AND PLACES IT ON THE ROPES, BEHIND THE REFEREE!!! THR— THE REFEREE SIGNALS TO KHAN TO LET GO!!! KHAN IS CELEBRATING NOW THINKING HE JUST WON!!! DANIELS: Damn that Frank Finch, this is ridiculous. Khan now thinks he won as he signals to the crowd, he turns around… THWACK!!!! OMG!!! ALAN JUST NAILED KHAN WITH THE RIOT ACT!!!! FINCH: That’s my boy, its all over now. DANIELS: Khan is laid out cold from that riot act. Alan is now climbing the turnbuckle, he’s on top now… THE STD!!! THE SICK AND TWISTED DRIVE!!!!! FINCH: YES!!!! HAHAHA its over, Alan goes for the cover. 1! - - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - - - - - 3!!!! WAIT…NO!!!!! DANIELS: KHAN KICKS OUT! KHAN KICKS OUT!!! BAH GOD, KHAN KICKS OUT!!!!! FINCH: Yeah we got it, Jarred Now shut the hell up, matter of fact go get me some apple drink. DANIELS: This is one of the most intense matches I have ever seen, in CZW or anywhere for that matter. Alan stands up and some how, Khan stumbles back to his feet. They begin throwing punches, Khan ducks said attempt and Kicks Alan in the gut. He places Alan on the top turnbuckle, Khan climbs up and begins punching Alan. MASTERS: How the bloody hell do these two manage to still have al this energy? Khan sets Alan up for a super-plex but Alan begins punching Khan in the ribs. Alan has the advantage now, he hooks Khan….OMG!!!! KAKOW!!!! DANIELS: AH MI DIOS!!!!! ALAN JUST HIT THE OVERTHROW ON KHAN, SENDING HIM CRASHING THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!! Khan could be dead. There is an awkward silence through out the arena as EMT’s make their way out to check on Vince Khan. MASTERS: He doesn’t seem to be moving at this point, wait….he is moving and they are now placing him on the gurney and wheeling him out. They are wheeling him up the entrance ramp. Alan looks pissed at this point, he gets out of the ring and heads toward the entrance ramp, I guess he is leaving now. DANIELS: WHAT THE HELL?!?! Alan runs up the security railing … OH MY GOD!!!! HE JUST HIT A SWANTON BOMB ON KHAN AND THE STRETCHER!!! Khan hits the hard ramp surface, this is insane. FINCH: I LOVE IT!!!! Alan is going to put this thug out of commission here tonight. DANIELS: These two men can barely walk but some how Alan is back to his feet and is dragging Khan to the ring. Alan now slides Khan in the ring, both men are now back in. Alan picks up Khan and begins landing punches to his face. MASTERS: Khan is out on his feet, but wait, Khan gets a head of steam, he grabs Alan and throws him into the corner. Khan picks up Alan and places him on turnbuckle, he’s going for a super-plex. Alan is now fighting it, he reverses it, grabs Khan under his armpit….Alan jumps off and spins around…. DANIELS: CORKSCREW STUNNER!!!!!!! FINCH: AAAHAHAHAHA IT’S ALL OVER FOR THE WANNA-BE THUG!!!! DANIELS: Alan makes the cover. 1! - - - - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - - 3!!!!! TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..THE SADISTIC SOLUTION…..ALAN….FISCUS!!!!!!!! DANIELS: What a brutal match but in the end it was Alan Fiscus who came out victorious. We’ll be back after these ads folks. *****-----***** As the cameras set back on the arena, it is suddenly cast into complete darkness. Nothing can bee seen but cellphone lights as the fans wonder what the hell is going on. This last for a few moments as everyone begins to get worried. Daniels-We Apologize for this ladies and gentlemen we must be experience technical difficulties. We will get you back to the action as soon as we can. Finally as the kids begin to cry for their mommies eerie music begins to play over the pa and the big screen fires up. Nothing can be seen but a dark quiet forest. Writing in blood read is being typed across the screen. "YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN FOOL EVERYONE" The eerie music begins to fade a little but can still be heard. Footsteps can now be heard as the scene begins to move...an owl hoots and a twig snaps underfoot. "YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE" The eerie music has completely stopped now and nothing can be heard but the sound of footsteps and crickets and the occasion owl. "EVERYONE ELSE MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN" The forest begins to open up some and a clearing can be seen. After a few steps a single tombstone is seen but the name on the grave has been tapped over with black scotch tape. "BUT I HAVENT" The scene moves again until it reaches an old cottage. The doorknob is turned but it wont open. The camera turns around to leave but after a few steps the creek of a door can be heard and a lone man dressed in all black beside a woman in blue jeans and a black halter top stand in the doorway. A few moments of standing and anticipation accurse before the begin to run towards the camera as it turns around to try to make a get away. "YOUR TIME IS UP AND IM COMING FOR YOU" The chase continues until the camera turns around and no one is there. The camera turns back around to continue running but now the woman stands in his way. One small moment before she just smiles and points. The camera swings back around and now the mad in standing there with a shovel. A quick swing of the shovel cracks the camera lens and it falls to the ground. Dragging can now be heard and the camera is dragged away. The legs of the woman is the only thing that can now be seen now as she walks away as one final message can be seen. "YOURS SINS WILL BE ACCOUNTED FOR AND YOU WILL BE PUNSIHED" Man-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAAAAAAAAA "REST IN PIECES" The lights cut back on as everyone is petrified. *****-----*****
-=- FATAL FOUR WAY TO NAME #1 CONTENDER TO THE X-DIVISION TITLE -=- *****-----***** DANIELS: I still can’t believe what we have just seen here between Alan Fiscus and Vince Khan and then this mystery person…and we are still not done with the show. We’ve got a lot more to come but up next is a fatal four way match to determine the number one contender to the X Title. “Phenomenon” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over the PA system as Chris Ross makes his way out from the back. Jessica Towers is standing inside the ring with a mic in hand. TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, accompanied by Kimo Newton … he weighs in at three hundred pounds, he hails from Honolulu, Hawaii… he is…..CHRIS ROSS!!!! Ross gets in the ring as Kimo stand on the outside. "Nothing To Lose" by Billy Talent blasts the arena as Hovok makes his way out. TOWERS: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred, seventy two pounds….he hails from our nations capitol, Washington, D.C……THE EMO PRINCE!!!!.....JACOB HAVOK!!!!! Jacob gets in the ring and begins stretching. "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack plats as Timmons makes his way out. TOWERS: Now, making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred, sixty eight pounds….he hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada……TIM TIMMONS!!!!!!! Timmons gets in the ring and goes to his corner as he acknowledges the crowd. “Headstrong” by Trapt begins playing as the crowd waits to see Krimzon Blaze. Just then, the sound of a lawn mower can be heard as Blaze rides out from the back on a lawn mower. The crowd goes nuts with cheers as Blaze rides around the ring, flying past Kimo. Blaze then gets off and pulls out a set of keys, hits a button and the sound of an alarm being set is heard as Blaze eyeballs Kimo. Blaze gets in the ring as Jessica Towers gets out and the referee calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! DANIELS: Well here we go, this should make for a ton of highlights, William. Each man now is eyeballing each other man. Ross is staring a hole right through Havok, in the opposite corner of the ring, as is Timmons staring at Blaze. Ross gets a running start across the ring at Havok, Blaze runs at Timmons. BLAZE CUTS ROSS OFF WITH A PELE KICK!!! Ross is down on the mat now, Kimo looks in frustration as he pounds the mat with his fists. MASTERS: Ross just got bloody owned, meanwhile, Havok and Timmons are exchanging right fists to the face. Timmons ducks the last attempt, he kicks Havok in the midsection and nails a DDT. DANIELS: Timmons with an impressive move there, he stands up and begins celebrating; I think it’s a little too early for that. Blaze sneaks up behind Timmons, he spins him around, he has Timmons set up for a powerbomb…..PERFECT KODE!!!! Blaze nails Timmons with that powerbomb, turned cutter maneuver. Blaze goes for the cover…. 1! - - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - - - - NO…HAVOK SAVES THE COUNT WITH AN ELBOW DROP! MASTERS: Blast that Emo punk, Blaze had this match won. Havok gets back to his feet now and is met by sharp, knife edge chops to the chest by Ross. Ross then grabs Havok and launched him into the ropes, Havok rebounds off the ropes, Ross scoops him up on to his shoulders and nails a Samoan drop on Blaze. DANIELS: What a move by Ross, look out now, here comes Timmons, he hooks Ross from behind and nails him with a reverse DDT. Timmons is standing over Ross now, but look out, here comes Havok…he runs right past Timmons, jumps on to the top rope and leaps off…..720 DDT ON TIMMONS!!!!! MASTERS: What a bloody impact that was, now Timmons is down, Ross is still down. Havok and Blaze are up but Havok doesn’t see him. Blaze comes running past Havok, he bounces off the ropes…MODIFIED CUTTER!!! I think that was what he calls “WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE” DANIELS: Well whatever he calls it, that was one hell of a chaotic maneuver. Now Blaze is the lone man left standing in the ring now. Ross grabs the ropes for leverage as he stands to his feet. Blaze runs at Ross now, but Ross ducks and launches Blaze onto the outside of the ring. Blaze hits the ground, hard. Ross backs up and runs at the ropes, he jumps over the second rope and hits Blaze with a suicide drive. MASTERS: Havok is up now, he sees Ross and Blaze exchanging punches. Havok runs up on the turnbuckle and dives off….450 SENTON!!!! Havok just nailed an impressive 450 Senton onto Ross and Blaze on the outside. CROWD:”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” DANIELS: This place has erupted here tonight. Timmons slides out of the ring, he sneaks up behind Havok now, Timmons grabs Havok, he picks him up on to his shoulders… CANADIAN DRIVER!!!! DANIELS: Timmons just hit Havok with his finisher, unfortunately he can not get the win on the outside of the ring like this. Timmons sees Ross, stumble back to his feet, he runs at Ross NO! HE JUST GOT CUT OFF WITH A CLOTHES LINE FROM KIMO!!! Oh I knew sooner or later, Kimo would be a factor in this match. MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, Kimo is Ross’ equalizer, it seems. Kimo picks Timmons up and throws him back in the ring. Ross slides into the ring now, Havok is out but Blaze is gaining consciousness. Ross is now climbing the turn buckle, he is going for that Tidal Wave Splash but Blaze is up, he jumps on the ring apron, then jumps onto the top rope next to Ross, Blaze jumps off the top rope and nails Ross with a high angled kick to the back of the head. Blaze, some how manages to keep his balance and lands on the turnbuckle like a cat. Ross hits the ropes and bounces to the mat. Blaze jumps off … 720 CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!!!! CROWD: “ORALE! ORALE! ORALE! ORALE!” DANIELS: AH MI DIOS!!! This crowd seems to love this match so far and I can’t blame them one bit. Blaze now goes for the cover… 1! - - - - - - - HAVOK GRABS A CHAIR FROM THE OUTSIDE! - - - - 2! - HAVOK CLIMBS THE TURNBUCKLE, WITH THE CHAIR IN HAND! - - - - - - - - - NO!!! HAVOK NAILS BLAZE WITH THE AGONY MOONSAULT AND SAVES THE PIN!! DANIELS: Now Havok rolls Blaze over and covers him for the pin attempt! This could be all over here. 1! - - - - - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - NO!!! TIMMONS COME OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE SAVE!!! DANIELS: Timmons stands up and he is now eyeballing Ross from across the ring. Timmons begins to run after Ross but Kimo grabs his foot from underneath the rope. He Tim slides out of the ring….Timmons is now going to Kimo. MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!! TIM HAS CANCER?! DANIELS: AY DIOS MIO!!! ...NO, YOU IDIOT, TIMMONS IS RUNNING AFTER KIMO NEWTON!!!! Kimo seems to have lost Timmons now, but Timmons grabs a chair, sneaks up behind Kimo. Kimo turns around and gets leveled with a chair shot to the face. Timmons reaches underneath the ring, grabs a table and sets it up now. MASTERS: What the bloody hell could Tim be thinking now. Kimo is not a small guy, he may regret this. Timmons throws Kimo onto the announce table. DANIELS: DAMN IT, TIM, DON’T DO THIS, WE NEED THIS TABLE! Tim picks up Kimo and places him on his shoulders, what a show of strength by Tim Timmons. CANADIAN DRIVER!!!! DANIELS: Tim nailed Kimo with a Canadian driver right through the table, from the announcer’s table. Well atleast he spare our table on that move but I think Ross has just lost his equalizer. Meanwhile, Havok and Blaze are double teaming Ross now. Havok throws Ross into the ropes, Ross rebounds and ducks said double clothes line attempt, he rebounds off the other side, comes back and nails both Havok and Blaze with a clothesline. All of a sudden the crowd goes nuts as they look on to the entrance ramp. Cage Stryker makes his way out to the entrance ramp with a note pad in hand. DANIELS: THAT’S…..THAT’S CAGE STRYKER BUT WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING OUT HERE? It looks as if he is taking notes but why? MASTERS: I don’t know, Jarred but what a bloody impressive counter by Chris Ross, the new guy is showing why he belongs here. Ross picks up Blaze and launches him into the ropes….. THE WIPE OUT!!!!! (BLACKHOLE SLAM!!!) DANIELS: This one could be over now, Ross stands back up and turns around…NO HERE COMES TIMMONS!!!! SUPERKICK!!!! DANIELS: ROSS IS DOWN! HAVOK IS DOWN! BLAZE IS DOWN! Timmons is the only man left standing now. TIMMONS COVERS HAVOK NOW!!!! 1! - - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - - AH MI DIOS!!! !!!! KICK OUT!!!! HAVOK KICKS OUT!!! DANIELS: Jacob Havok desperately wants to win this match. Timmons is extremely frustrated now. He picks up Ross and tosses him out of the ring, he grabs Blaze and tosses him out also. Timmons walks back over to Havok, picks him and sets him up for the Canadian Driver…..HAVOK WIGGLES OUT….HE REVERSES IT…. D.I.F.H!!!!!!! (TWIST OF FATE) DANIELS: HAVOK COVERS TIMMONS!!!!! 1! - - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - - 3!!!!! DANIELS: IT’S ALL OVER!!! TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE CZW X CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!.......THE EMO PRINCE, JACOB HAVOK!!!! MASTERS: WAIT….WHAT IS CAGE DOING NOW? He gets in the ring as Havok looks on in confusion. Cage grabs Havok’s right arm and raises it in the air as he acknowledges the crowd to cheer for Havok. DANIELS: What a show of respect on the part of Cage Stryker. I don’t know what this is all about but whatever the reason, Jacob Havok is now the number one contender to the X Title. *****-----*****
-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=- *****-----***** TOWERS: "This next match is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..." "Almost Easy" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play as the crowd pops TOWERS: "Hailing from Tiffin, Ohio and representing Beautiful Agony... he is the current reigning and defending CZW X-Division Champion... 'Faithless' MIKE MONROE!!" Monroe walks out, with the beautiful Tatum Regan at his side. He poses with the X title around his waist, as a small fireworks display goes off. TOWERS: "And his tag team partner... hailing from Algoma, Mississippi... 'The Outlaw' BUCK EVANS!!" "Ramblin Man" by the Allman Brothers plays, and the crowd is cheering. Buck comes out, a little surprised, but he smiles and lets out a big 'WOOO!' in acknowledgement. Mike and Buck bump knuckles and head down to the ring, and Tatum in tow. TOWERS: "And their opponents... hailing from Seattle and South Beach respectively... representing the Whole Damn Show... EDDIE ROWAN and BIG NASTY!!" "New Breed" by Fear Factory plays, as Big Nasty walks out with Eddie sitting on his shoulders. Eddie hops down, and a firework display goes off. The crowd is mostly booing, with a few scattered cheers. They laugh to each other, as Nasty appears to say something to Eddie. They make their way down to the ring. DANIELS: "Looks like this Mexico City crowd is fired up for this match, there is a lot of animosity here." MASTERS: "Well, if anyone needs a history lesson, it was Eddie Rowan who put Buck Evans on the shelf way back in August, at our Hatewave PPV. And, of course, Mike Monroe is the one who took the X-Division title from Eddie." DANIELS: "And let's not forget the branding that Buck gave Nasty a few weeks backed, followed by Nasty trapping Buck in the trunk of a car... these guys were once friends, but now sworn enemies!" MASTERS: "Ah ha, and look at this... Peter Pimper is going to be the referee!" DANIELS: "Everyone knows Peter Pimper favors the WDS, I'm surprised he's allowed to even be a ref." MASTERS: "He is impartial, Daniels, please." DANIELS: "Look at this... he's padding down Buck and Mike, very thoroughly might I add... he goes to check Eddie and Nasty... and look at that, a quick one over.. that does the trick does it!?" MASTERS: "Well Buck and Mike are proven cheaters." DANIELS: "Dolt. Well the bell rings, and it looks like we're going to have some X-Division action as Eddie and Mike are going to start this match off. They lock up, and immediately Eddie chops Mike's throat! Yeah, Pimper won't do anything about that..." MASTERS: "Why should he? This is a fight!" DANIELS: "Eddie locks on a headlock and runs to a corner... he leaps up and springboards, nailing Mike with a bulldog! Eddie quickly scrambles up and picks Mike up. Stiff kick to the midsection! Stiff kick to the back of the leg, taking Mike down to his knees... and a third stiff kick to the chest! Eddie is overly aggressive this evening." MASTERS: "Yeah, I would be too if this guy took my title from me! Eddie picks up Mike and throws him to the ropes. He leaps up for a hurricanrana... but Monroe catches him and slams him with down with a tiger bomb! They both get up.. and Mike nails an Exploder suplex! He drags Eddie over to his corner and tags in Buck." DANIELS: "Pimper hasn't been doing too horrible of a job here, actually. Mike holds Eddie's arm out and Buck drops a stiff punch to his shoulder. He takes Eddie's arm from Mike and begins ramming his shoulder into Eddie's, working on a specific area. He does it a third time. And on the fourth, a stiff short-armed clothesline! Buck goes for the cover." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Not just yet, that's the longest reigning X champion in CZW history, Buck! Buck picks Eddie up, and goes for a power bomb... but Eddie slide down, and immediately dropkicks Buck's knee! That's my boy! And with such aggression too! He drags Buck over, a little hurt himself, and tags in Nasty." DANIELS: "Nasty picks up Buck and body slams him back down again. He then falls with an elbow drop on his chest. He stands back up, and delivers a legdrop. He holds it for the pinfall attempt." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "The Nasty man's up, and picks Buck up. Oh! He slaps him hard across the face! Nasty is going own The Outlaw in the Bull Rope Branding match at Evil Intentions." DANIELS: "I wouldn't say that too soon, Buck just returned the favor! This big men begin going back and forth with heavy haymakers! Nasty with a vicious knee lift to Buck's chest. Nasty goes to the ropes for the extra bounce... but Buck ducks the lariat, and grabs Nasty's neck... reverse neckbreaker!" MASTERS: "This redneck shouldn't be touching Big Nasty like that! He picks him up... positions him... oh! piledriver on the big man! Buck covers!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . SHOULDER UP DANIELS: "Buck bitches at Pimper about a slow count, and picks Nasty up. Drags him by the arm over to his corner, and tags in Monroe. Buck kicks Nasty in the gut as Monroe gets on the top turnbuckle... leg drop bulldog from the top rope! As Buck leaves the ring, Mike with the lateral press." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "That's the WDS in there, Mike, you can't put them down that easy. Mike lifts Nasty up, and nails a series of forearm smashes to Nasty's forehead. Mike runs to the ropes, looking for a Thesz Press... but Nasty catches him! He's locking on a vicious Bear hug now, this might be the end of it!" DANIELS: "Nasty squeezing the life out of Monroe, he starts swinging him back and forth! Mike hasn't given up yet, however. Mike's fighting with all he has. He grabs a hold of Nasty's face.. and begins to bite it! Nasty lets him out. Nasty holds his nose, and sees a little blood in his hands. Mike goes for a standing dropkick, but Nasty swats it off. He goes and tags in Eddie, who immediately springboards in on top of Mike with a rolling plancha. Eddie picks him up, and nails a swinging neckbreaker. He is vicious tonight, William!" MASTERS: "Eddie is pissed, Jarred. He picks up Mike and throws him to the ropes. Spinning heel kick! He goes for the cover." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Pimper's count was a little fast there!" MASTERS: "Quit whining." DANIELS: "Eddie picks up Mike and throws him to the rope. He goes for a lariat, by Mike ducks and swings... He locks in a standing Octopus hold on Eddie! The crowd is going crazy!" MASTERS: "Tell them to calm down! Pimper is asking Eddie is all tangled up. Eddie stumbles over to the ropes, and forces Mike to let go. Mike nails Eddie with a spinning backfist! He tags in Buck, and then throws Eddie to the ropes. Mike leapfrogs over Eddie, who is then greeted by a stiff Big boot from Buck Evans! Buck goes for the pin!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . NASTY BREAKS IT UP DANIELS: "Now all four men are in the ring, and Peter's of course just letting them go at it. Nasty and Buck brawl, and tumble out of the ring! Eddie and Mike are in the ring, and Eddie nails Mike with a stiff European uppercut. Eddie grabs Mike and goes for a bulldog, but Mike throws him off. Mike then turns gears and runs... he just springboarded off of the ropes... and NAILS NASTY WITH A TWISTING MOONSAULT!!" MASTERS: "What an awesome move, there, I must admit! Buck slides into the ring, as Eddie was getting up. Buck grabs a hold of Eddie. Back suplex... No, Eddie flips through it! Buck doesn't know! He turns around..." DANIELS: "Eddie picks him up! He picks the big man up! ED-DVD!!!!!" THUD!! MASTERS: "Monroe and Nasty are on the outside, this is it!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE! DANIELS:"The Whole Damn Show win! Nasty and Mike quit brawling.. Nasty is smiling, Mike is pissed! Eddie rolls out of the ring, and Pimper follows to raise his and Nasty's hands in victory!" MASTERS: "Mike slides in to check on Buck... and I tell you this, his pride is more hurt than his body. Buck's a big boy, though, he'll pull through it. But after next week. Because Nasty will OWN him!" DANIELS: "We'll see about that!" *****-----***** (Ross and Kimo are laying in the bed of a Black Ford F-150and peer over the edge of it.) Kimo: Get down! Here he comes! (Vince Khan comes into the scene casually approaching the truck.) Ross: Alright on the count of 3... 1... 2... 3! (Suddenly Ross and Kimo jump out from behind Khan. Ross puts a plastic bag over Khan's head and Kimo pantses him. Ross then proceeds to kick Khan right in the nuts making him collapse to the ground.) Kimo: Yea dog! Ya think ya gangsta?! Motha f**ka ya haven't met gangsta until ya met us! (Ross proceeds to take the keys out of Khan's hand and throw them to Kimo.) Kimo: Aight dog ya know where to meet at dog! I already got Red Dog on stand by! Ross: Sounds like a plan to me. (Kimo jumps into Khan's Ford F-150 and starts up the engine. Suddenly another F-150 is roaring past The camera with Chris Ross driving. Kimo rolls down the window.) Kimo: Yeah! Yet again we be gettin away with GTA MOFO!!! (Kimo drives off with Khan's truck in yet another long stream of car jackings in the federation. Suddenly Tim Timmons comes running into the picture.) Timmons: MY TRUCK!!! DAMNIT!!! *****-----*****
-=- CZW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH -=- *****-----***** TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the CZW Intercontinental Title! DANIELS: The belt is on the line folks, over the year of 2008 we have seen many great Intercontinental champions, from Mack Beaudin to Ace King to current World Champion Maynard O’Toole. I can’t exactly say who is the greatest name on that list nor would I want to comment on that, but tonight Ronnie McNeil has a chance to join those lists of names and become a piece of history as he faces…as he fight…Kar…Th…I can’t even bring myself to say his name! MASTERS: Haha yeah Jarred…How is the ankle doing anyway? DANIELS: The man is deranged, this Jackal needs to seriously sort his head out, the man was saying the sickest lines I have ever heard, then he attacks me inside the office of Jesse Montana. I shouldn’t even of been doing that job in the first place… MASTERS: NO you shouldn’t have Jarred, and you also never should have tried to demoralize the Most Dangerous man each and every week, and you certainly shouldn’t have argued with him during HIS promo, I mean where are your manners Jarred? DANIELS: This is my job to call the action I see and I do it pretty well, if I was being so rude why are there always thousands of fans saying the same things as me sitting only feet away… MASTERS: You would expect it from a group of thugs filling the stands, your supposed to be better. DANIELS: I am not arguing about this anymore, the fact is Jackal and Ronnie are about to compete for the coveted Intercontinental Title, and Jackal saying Ronnie was chosen for the Elite Revolution to give them a ‘weak link’ as he puts it, to ultimately cause the downfall of the stable. MASTERS: I know genius isn’t it? And it’s all from the mind of Jesse Montana. I have to say, I have seen Jesse from some unbeatable pairings in the past, him and Beaudin created possibly the greatest stable in CZW history, Montana and Waters together were undefeated, but this alliance Montana has with the Jackal, it is downright scary Jarred. DANIELS: I doubt Ronnie is quivering much, I saw him backstage and he was up for this match, wanting to grab his second ever CZW Singles title and he has a great chance tonight in my opinion. MASTERS: And luckily for the rest of us, your opinion sucks. (The lights begin to fade signaling the start of this contest and the arrival of Ronnie McNeil, ‘King of my World’ now blasting out from the stereo’s) TOWERS: First…the challenger…making his way down to the ring, hailing from Birmingham, Alabama and weighing 260 lbs…The One Man Show…RONNIE McNEIL! [The crowd pops, some cheers, mostly booing, as "King of My World" by Saliva begins to play. As the song moves into the opening verse, Ronnie steps out from behind the curtain as he just stands there in his hooded vest, hood over his head, bouncing from side to side]
I'll never see any side of heaven
I'm the king of my world (king of my world)
I'll never see any side of heaven
I'm the king of my world (king of my world)
My mind alone is filled with rage for you
I'm the king of my world (king of my world)
3,2,1 [He makes his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the booing fans that line the aisle.]
My mind alone is filled with rage for you
I'm the king of my world (king of my world) DANIELS: Another Title match for Ronnie McNeil, after his failures at the World Title he must be pumped up so much for this opportunity… MASTERS: Yes because he knows if he lets this one slip, he may never get another. DANIELS: Well I don’t know about that William but he won’t be thinking of the future, he will be only thinking of this win tonight. (The lights now go completely out as a red spotlight shines like crimson blood down on the entrance ramp. The fans immediately react with severe booing) MASTERS: And you think this guy will be looking to lose here tonight?! You felt how determined he is, you of all people should know the limits this man is willing to go to defend his Title. DANIELS: And those limits are just plain sick William! The lights now out and darkness fills the arena as only the dim glow of spotlights can be seen scattered around the arena roof. After a moment of darkness and silence, the quiet tones of single guitar tones can be heard as the titantron explodes into life with images of Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson. Fans are kept waiting for a few moments but still throwing their abuse towards the empty stage. As the images and guitar tomes continue to play, suddenly a single explosion of sparkling red fireworks and the playing of 'Gold Metal' by trademarc announce the arrival of The Jackal to the stage area as he stands with eyes focused on the ring, the Intercontinental Title around his shoulder, Jackal bouncing from one foot to the other. He then walks slowly to the ring, but as he gets halfway we see another man appear at the top of the ramp, this man is clearly Jesse Montana. DANIELS: Oh and this is fair right? Montana coming down to the ring and we all know the history with Jesse and Ronnie… MASTERS: Jesse has always been a fair man, hopefully he is planning on sitting with us this evening, I can’t wait to discuss matters with the boss. DANIELS: Oh joy… Even though Jesse prances around Karl now irritating the fans even more than usual, Karl does not take his eyes off the ring, his cold stare piercing a hole into the eyes of his opponent. As he reaches the ring he climbs the steps and climbs carefully through the middle and top rope. Once inside he mounts the second turnbuckle of the corner post which is above the steps he has just used to enter the ring. He performs a breaking action with his hands, indicating his intentions in the match he is about to have. He then descends off the turnbuckle and turns to re-establish the stare to his opponent, placing the belt in the hands of the referee, Ronnie not disturbed though, walking closer as if more than ready to engage in combat. Jesse now remains at ringside, not taking up a position in the commentary area. MASTERS: JESSE COME OVER HERE…JESSE! DANIELS: Look leave him be, he clearly doesn’t want to talk with us. MASTERS: Doesn’t want to talk with you maybe, he loves me. Maybe he can smell what I can smell… DANIELS: What the hell are you on about now?! MASTERS: Your feet Jarred, they smell like rotten cheese and onion chips. DANIELS: What?! MASTERS: Yeah I never told you, but it’s becoming unbearable, especially as y second wife used to have the same problem…come to think of it…she looks a lot like you Jarred! DANIELS: AGAIN…What?! MASTERS: Don’t worry though, I soon got rid of her, my third wife looked like Sirena Starr…oooooooooh yeaaaahhhhh! DANIELS: Good God please somebody, start this match, I am even starting to want Montana over here now, don’t leave me alone with this freak! - Jesse stays at the ringside, now discussing strategy with Jackal as Ronnie tries his hardest to stare both guys down. As the referee comes to the center of the ring, the match begins. *DING DING* DANIELS: Here we go ladies and gentlemen, our second Title match of the night, underway! - As the bell rings Ronnie stands still, slightly unnerved by the presence of Montana on the outside of the ring. Jesse urges Karl forward as he locks up with Ronnie, locking in a hammerlock gaining the first advantage. Ronnie quickly sidesteps as he locks in a hammerlock of his own, Jackal’s grimace noticeable to the fans as they cheer. Jackal hits an elbow in the jaw of McNeil then takes hi down perfectly with a snap mare, before locking in a sleeper hold. DANIELS: As we thought, these two showing off their technical abilities, both these athletes pure wrestlers and two of the best in the World. MASTERS: You change your tone when Montana is only feet away don’t you. DANIELS: I have never denied the fact Karl has a given gift for wrestling, he knows more holds than I have ever learnt but I still don’t change the way I feel about this man… MASTERS: Which is…I am sure Montana would love to hear… DANIELS: I don’t think I should say what I think on national television William. - Jarred looks on with a slight frown as Jackal has Ronnie where he wants, stuck dead in the middle of the ring. Ronnie twists and turns as he manages to make his way to his knees. As the fans chant for Ronnie Jackal loses grip, becoming distracted, Ronnie now on his feet as he takes Jackal down with a side suplex, then runs off at the ropes before coming back and dropping a heavy leg drop, the fans now loudly cheering for the One Man Show. Jesse shouts with a vicious tone in his voice for Jackson to stand, as he does Ronnie catches him with a right hand, then a European Uppercut as Jackal falls back into the corner. Ronnie sets him up as he whips him towards the opposite side, Karl flies into the turnbuckle spine first as Ronnie follows…CORNER SPLASH! MASTERS: AH…THE JACKAL COULD BE FLATTENED LIKE A PANCAKE! DANIELS: And I can’t help but notice the look on the face of Montana. Oh watch out Ronnie now going ot the outside and Jesse is backing away here, WHAT’S WRONG JESSE? SCARED?! MASTERS: He is not fearful of any man, he is a brave General Manager… - Jesse begins to run around the ring as Ronnie seems determined to get his hands on the boss. DANIELS: Yeah brave, that is why Jesse is running like a scolded dog. MASTERS: He is just exercising you brain dead ogre! - Just as Ronnie gets his fingertips on Jesse Montana, the Jackal is seen hitting a strong baseball slide on Ronnie almost knocking him over the guardrail as the force was tremendous. MASTERS: Well that will slow him down. DANIELS: Jackal with a cheap shot there. MASTERS: Are you insane?! Ronnie should have been focusing on the Jackal in the first place, that is like turning your back on a hungry wolf! - Jackal pats Jesse on the shoulder as it seems the Sensation is out of breath, his face pale white as he looks almost scared of McNeil. However at this point in time, Ronnie is face first down on the concrete floor. Jackal walks over, the fans throwing there abuse at him as he smirks at them all, then picks Ronnie up and viciously smashes his forehead into the guardrail, before throwing him back into the ring. Jackal is slow to enter himself, still looking at one fan in particular who is vocalizing his anger towards the Jackal. MASTERS: Security needs to throw this guy out Jarred! DANIELS: If they do that, they need to throw out another couple of thousand, not many fans here for the Jackal that is for sure. MASTERS: Well they should all be thrown out. I agree Jarred. - Jackal enters the ring as he stomps down on Ronnie for a bit, then goes for a cover but doesn’t even get a two count. Jackal levers Ronnie up as he now hit’s a European Uppercut of his own, Ronnie staying on his feet though. Jackal now locks Ronnie up and lifts him up…SLIGHSHOT SUPLEX! Jackal covers again… 1 - - - - - 2 - - - KICKOUT! DANIELS: This time Ronnie stays down for a two count! MASTERS: Not what the Jackal was looking for though Jarred! - Jackal slaps the head of McNeil as he tries to get back to his feet. Jackal then grabs Ronnie for what looks like a DDT, but instead of dropping him, Jackal locks in a version of the guillotine choke, ripping the tendons in Ronnie’s neck. The veins can be seen popping out of the Jackal’s shoulders and neck as he applies a great amount of pressure. Ronnie quickly acting, as he knew if he hadn’t he could be out in an instant, Ronnie spearing Jackal back into the corner, then hit’s a few shoulder thrusts as Jackal releases the hold, Ronnie now with a couple of right hands as Jackal begins to slip. Ronnie keeps pummeling on the Jackal as the referee tries to stop, Jesse getting irate on the outside as the fans cheer. Ronnie now walks off as he roars with aggression, Jackal getting back to his feet as he stumbles off only to be caught by McNeil…T-BONE SUPLEX! DANIELS: MY GOD THIS IS THE MOVE HE BEAT MIKE MONROE WITH! MASTERS: JESSE DO SOMETHING!!! - Ronnie goes for a cover as the arena stands still… 1 - - - - - 2 - - - - - - KICKOUT! MASTERS: THE JACKAL IS ALIVE! He may have beat Monroe with it but this is Karl Jackson were talking about. DANIELS: Hold your breath William, Ronnie hasn’t finished yet. - Ronnie now sweeps aside the neat victory as he picks Karl up again. Ronnie has the backing of the complete crowd as he lifts him up…GERMAN SUPLEX! Ronnie rolls through as he keeps the grip around the waist of the Jackal. Ronnie hit’s a SECOND! MASTERS: MY GOD! HE STILL HAS THE GRIP LOCKED IN! DANIELS: I think McNeil is going for a third here and Jesse sure as hell does not want Karl to be hit with the third. - Ronnie gets back up as he rolls through, now peering at the Sensation who stands worried on the outside, Ronnie with a smirk on his face… DANIELS: HE GOES FOR THE THIRD… - Jackal counters as he rolls forward and grips the ankle of Ronnie McNeil… MASTERS: WAIT JARRED! THE JACKAL LOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The crowd are hysterical now with boos as Jesse jumps up and down like he has just won the World Title again. Jackal pulls Ronnie into the center of the ring as he kneels down, now ripping and tearing at the left ankle, Ronnie with his head in his hands screaming in pain. Jesse’s wide grin does not fall as he holds his arms up in the air, believing Jackal has this match sown up. Ronnie doesn’t give up easily though, grinding away as he pulls himself nearer and nearer to the ropes, the fans one hundred percent behind him. DANIELS: Jackal showing how dangerous he is, turning the suplex into his Jackal Lock, and if Ronnie doesn’t find his way to the ropes quickly, this could turn nasty, I know how sick the Jackal is, he will be trying to injure the ankle of the challenger here. MASTERS: Well Ronnie could be smart and just tap here. DANIELS: He may, but I know how much pride Ronnie McNeil has, he is intelligent sure but I can’t see him tapping out, not when the gold is on the line. MASTERS: The it’s his fault if the Jackal injures him, and hey look at the smile on the face of the Sensation, it’s great to see. - Jesse Montana now turns around as he picks a fan at random, one who is holding a plastic cup filled with lager. Jesse grabs the cup off the man who is around mid thirties, the man tries to get it back but Jesse aggressively threatens to hit the much smaller man. Jesse now walks back to the ring, swigging on the drink inside the cup, holding it up in the air as though he has won. MASTERS: What a great man, toasting the fans like that, I may go up there and join him soon. DANIELS: Well piss off up there then, this man is not great, he stole the damn thing off a fan! And he forgets, Ronnie is not out of this thing yet. - Ronnie is edging nearer and nearer to the ropes, Jackal beginning to get worried as he tries to rip and rip at the ankle, Ronnie now having been in the hold for over a minute. Jackal tries to pull him back, but Ronnie has a burst of energy as he pulls himself, now only inches away from the bottom rope. DANIELS: I think Ronnie could get there William, you thought about celebrating too early! - Jesse Montana, noticing that Ronnie is now so close to the ropes walks up to where both men are inside the ring. Jesse Montana looks around with a smile on his face before leaning on the ropes, while having a swig of his lager. Ronnie McNeil reaches out but clearly Jesse is not allowing him to reach the ropes. DANIELS: THIS MAN IS JUST PATHETIC! He was never going to let Ronnie get to the damn ropes was he?! MASTERS: What are you talking about, he is just having a rest while taking a drink, being a manager can be thirsty work you know and standing up for all that time, he needs to lean on the ropes, there is nothing malicious in it. DANIELS: Are you seriously blinded by your love for Montana that much William?! MASTERS: Hey look, if it’s anyone’s fault Ronnie can’t reach the ropes, it’s your damn fault for smelling like a hippo so the poor President of CZW can’t even take a seat and enjoy this match like we can. DANIELS: Oh get over yourself you immature jerk. - The fans are now deafening as the referee finally notices Jesse Montana pulling the ropes and tells him to step back. Karl now rips harder and harder as Ronnie reaches out, having now been in the hold for a few minutes, he reaches… - - - - - - - - DANIELS: YES HE IS THERE! But what damage has that move caused?! MASTERS: I just hope our General Manager is alright, his legs could be exhausted from the long stand. - Ronnie quickly pulls himself onto the apron as he holds onto the ropes, his face cringing as he tries to grab his injured ankle, but before he can grab it, the Jackal is right there as he pulls Ronnie back onto the ring. Karl seems merciless now as he stomps on the ankle, clearly focusing on the injury. Ronnie tries to crawl eluding the Jackal but he cannot. Jackal begins to drop knee drops now on the shin and ankle of Ronnie, the challenger in agonizing pain. Jackal helps Ronnie up and then lifts him up high before dropping Ronnie shin first onto his own knee, hitting a shin breaker, then following up with an elbow drop down on the left knee. Jackal gets up as Jesse toasts him, then downs the cup of lager. MASTERS: Jesse refreshing himself here, and Jackson has not let the injured leg of Ronnie out of his grasp. DANIELS: I can’t see how Ronnie can turn this around, to beat the champ is one thing but to win with one leg?! MASTERS: Which is why the Jackal is so clever inside that ring. DANIELS: And I suppose he has had no help in this match has he? MASTERS: Not that I have seen, Jesse is purely here to support him like all these fans. - Jackal strolls around the ring now arrogantly believing he has the contest won. Jackal picks Ronnie back up as he throws him to the ropes, Ronnie though falls face first as he collapses on his left leg. Jackal smiles as he sees this, then slaps Ronnie in the head once more. Jackal lifts Ronnie up again, but Ronnie explodes out of no where…DOUBLE ARM DDT! MASTERS: WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! I THOUGHT RONNIE WAS OUT OF IT! DANIELS: He may have one leg but that won’t stop the passion of Ronnie McNeil. MASTERS: Oh clam down Jarred, your making him out to be some kind of hero. These fans don’t like him anymore than they like you and me, they just cheer him because there desperate, after this match they will boo him again I promise. DANIELS: And I don’t think Ronnie gives a damn, he just wants that Title. - Jackal stands back up trying to regain his breath, holding his head as he stumbles around, a little shocked, Ronnie catches him again…Belly to Back. Ronnie now covers the Jackal… 1 - - - - - 2 - - - - KICKOUT! MASTERS: Not enough Ronnie, your gonna need more than that, your gonna need your left leg to start with. - Ronnie stands up now as he hops on his right leg, trying not to let the pain get to him. Jackal starts to help himself up on the ropes now looking dazed, but suddenly a cup flies into the ring as the fans boo furiously, noticing that Jesse Montana is standing on the outside now without his empty cup. Jesse grabs another cup off a fan and shouts out ‘It wasn’t me, my cup is here’. The fans chant ‘you suck’ as Ronnie McNeil walks up and peers a hole through Jesse, kicking the cup out of the ring. DANIELS: This man will do anything to be a distraction, the referee should throw him the hell out of this arena. MASTERS: Jesse Montana is the President. He pays that referee, do you really think he would take orders from him? DANIELS: So you condone what just happened do you? MASTERS: NO IT IS A DAMN OUTRAGE…THESE FANS SHOULD BE MORE CAREFUL WITH THEIR LITTER! DANIELS: IT WAS MONTANA! - Ronnie now turns back away as Jackal is up and Sambo Suplexes Ronnie down to the canvas. Jackal scurries around Ronnie and in a matter of seconds, Ronnie is back in the Jackal Lock. DANIELS: NOT AGAIN…THIS COULD CRIPPLE HIM! - Ronnie intelligently rolls through as Jackal lets go and almost flies out of the ring on top of his own partner, Jesse Montana. Jackal apologizes, then turns back only to be hit with Ronnie’s finisher… DANIELS: FLAWLESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MASTERS: AHHHHH…JACKAL WAS NOT READY! 1 - - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - 3! DANIELS: MY GOD…RONNIE HAS IT! MASTERS: NO…JACKAL KICKS OUT…SPLIT SECOND! DANIELS: I thought that was a three, how close was that? Jackal somehow finding his shoulder up and Jesse looks relieved. - Jesse holds his chest almost having a heart attack as the referee signals it was indeed a very near three count, but still two. DANIELS: I honestly thought this match was over…Jackal is one tough bastard! MASTERS: He is the Champion for a reason Jarred. And Don’t bloody scare Mr. Montana like that again. - Ronnie gets back to his feet, managing to stand lightly on his left foot now. He helps Jackal back up as he hit’s a right hand, then another, then a third, Jackal is reeling but he quickly kicks the left shin out from under Ronnie as he falls to the ground. Jackal holds him back up but Ronnie hit’s a European Uppercut, then grabs the Jackal… DANIELS: RONNIE WITH ANOTHER FINISHER…FLASHING LIGHTS! MASTERS: Oh dear, not only the Russian leg sweep but also the modified sleeper choke. And in my opinion this is an illegal choke. DANIELS: There is no illegal moves you idiot. MASTERS: This Ronnie is a damn thug. - The Jackal is in the hold for about 5 seconds before to everyone’s surprise, the bell sounds. *DING DING DING DING* DANIELS: RONNIE HAS IT…HE HAS WON! MASTERS: No, I think the bell has sounded because Ronnie has got disqualified for using the illegal choke. DANIELS: There is no DQ’s you imbecile. - The arena floods with cries of happiness from the fans, cheering loudly for Ronnie who stands with his hands in the air, almost tears rolling down his cheeks. The fans are a little confused though when the referee signals the match is not over. Suddenly everyone looks at the bell ringer as on the Combat-Tron, Jesse Montana is standing with the bell in his hands…shouting ‘sorry’ very loudly. The confusion carries on as the referee asks what happened. Jesse said he tripped. DANIELS: What in the name of God is Jesse doing now?! MASTERS: I think he tripped Jarred and landed on the bell. DANIELS: What kind of bullshit is that?! MASTERS: Calm down Jarred, we are going to see a replay here. - Suddenly on the Combat-Tron, we see Jackal in the hold and clearly does not tap. The bell then strangely rings as it shows Jesse Montana falling over charismatically and landing on the bell, accidentally ringing it. Ronnie then lets go as he believes he has won as does the fans. DANIELS: THAT SON OF A BITCH! HE PURPOSELY SABATAGED THIS MATCH FOR RONNIE. MASTERS: Look the match is not over, Jesse just slipped, probably on some of the litter these fans keep throwing around. DANIELS: FIRST OF ALL…IT WAS JESSE WHO THREW THE DAMN CUP…THE ONLY LITTERER IN THE ARENA…NOW HE RINGS THE BELL AND DESTROYS THE CHANCES OF RONNIE WINNING THIS MATCH! MASTERS: HE FELL YOU FOOL…CAN’T YOU SEE THAT. DANIELS: YOU’RE THE DAMN FOOL…HE IS JUST CHEATING AND YOU CAN’T SEE THAT. RONNIE IS IRATE HERE AND ALL MONTANA CAN DO IS HOLD HIS ARMS OUT AND SMIRK?! - Jesse Montana now places the bell back on the desk and apologizes once more, then secretly chuckles as Ronnie screams insults at him, as does the whole entire population of fans in the arena inside Mexico City. MASTERS: Well I guess the mach continues. - The referee signals for the match to carry on as Jesse smiles once more, chewing on his gum. Ronnie backs up, clearly enraged, but suddenly the Jackal springs up again and hit’s a German Suplex. DANIELS: DAMN THEM. DAMN THIS MATCH! MASTERS: What a suplex. DANIELS: Ronnie almost landed on his neck there, Jackal with the release German Suplex but Ronnie could be out here, this is just sick, and Jesse smiles more! MASTERS: COVER! 1 - - - - - 2 - - - - - - 3! DANIELS: NO RONNIE WITH A SHOULDER UP SOMEHOW! MASTERS: Just give up Ronnie, you now have one leg and a near broken neck. DANIELS: Ronnie won’t quit, Jesse and Jackal can play their little dirty tricks all they want, Ronnie won’t quit here. - The Jackal kneels up, now looking stunned. Jesse screams for the Jackal to attack Ronnie. Jackal immediately pounces and sits over Ronnie, now hitting right closed fists into the challengers forehead. After several shots, the camera shows Ronnie who is now busted open, not only that but his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Jesse carries on the screaming outside, Jackal carries on hitting Ronnie as blood sprays over the Jackal’s body. Jackal stops at the point where he has Ronnie’s blood all over his own face and body, even on his teeth as he smiles his evil grin. Jesse claps along. DANIELS: THIS HAS BECOME A MALICIOUS AFFAIR WITH DIRE CONSEQUENCES FOR OUR CHALLENGER. MASTERS: He should of tapped out earlier. DANIELS: Rubbish, these men have clearly cheated throughout the whole damn match. Ronnie was just a hamster here in one of Montana’s experiments. MASTERS: Were all hamsters in Montana’s experiment! He owns you! DANIELS: And that makes me sick. - Jesse Montana now sits down on the apron, still clapping his protégé. Ronnie is clearly out of it now as Jackal tries to go back to his right handed assault, but the referee tells him to stop. Jackal now rips down his straps from his outfit to reveal blood all down his chest, only not his own blood. Karl Jackson now grabs the already injured left ankle of Ronnie McNeil and lies back, perfectly in position for the JACKAL LOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MASTERS: JACKAL LOCK JACKAL LOCK! DANIELS: What are you doing?! Chanting the move’s name?! MASTERS: Why not? These fans aren’t bothering. - The fans are silent now, disgusted by the assault the Jackal has made over the past few minutes. Jackal rips and tears at the ankle, but Ronnie makes no movements, clearly in need of medical attention. The referee tries to stop the match but Jesse clambers into the ring and disallows him. DANIELS: SOMEBODY STOP THIS MATCH! MASTERS: I think what Montana is trying to state is that Ronnie has not tapped out yet. DANIELS: The man is a bloodied mess, he can’t speak or even move, never mind tap out and quit. This has gone on long enough. Jackal has won, fine, but why try and cripple his opponent?! MASTERS: Why don’t you ask Karl. Oh yeah you already did that didn’t you, what happened? You got your ass kicked. - Finally the match is stopped as Jackal keeps the hold on a little longer, trying his hardest to snap Ronnie’s ankle, but lets go eventually as Jackal stands up, blood covering his body and face, yet his white teeth and cold blue eyes can still be seen peering through the crimson mess. Ronnie is kicked out of the ring literally by Jesse Montana who has the IC Title in his hands. TOWERS: AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…KARL ‘THE JACKAL’ JACKSON! - Jesse and Jackal join hands as they hold them up in the air, jackal with the belt in his right hand, both men staring and smiling into the camera, the fans irate. DANIELS: As the boos soar through the Mexico City tonight, we know that the alliance of Jesse and the Jackal have proven without a shadow of a doubt that they are the sorriest, most demonic cowa… MASTERS: GREATEST ALLAINCE IN THE WORLD TODAY! DANIELS: Ronnie was so close but was cheated out another win, and yes, Jackal is still champ and I hate to say it, Montana and the Jackal together is like Hitler teaming with Stalin. MASTERS: Great match and great result! - The two men leave as they watch Ronnie being stretchered off in the distance, a chorus of boos behind them. *****-----*****
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ *****-----***** The fans are ecstatic as we head to the ring for our main event! Jessica Towers stands ready to do the introductions as we head to the ring. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a six man tag-team match!” ‘Upgrade Brigade’ plays out over the arena and the fans boo loudly as ‘the Graduate’ takes the stage, grinning smugly as he basks in their contempt. Towers: “Introducing first, hailing from Beaumont, Texas, ‘the Graduate,’ GREGORY GRANTHAM!!” The jeers continue as Grantham heads down to ringside, walking up the ring steps and shooting the crowd a sneer before stepping between the ropes. He shoos Towers aside as he poses in the center of the ring, his show being cut off as Fear Factory’s ‘New Breed’ blares out. The crowd takes more of a split reaction, though the jeers far overpower what little cheers the members of the Whole Damn Show receive. Matt Covey and Maynard O’Toole step out from the ramp, Maynard proudly wearing the World Heavyweight Championship across his waist. Towers: “And introducing his partners, representing ‘the Whole Damn Show,’ ‘Bad Ass’ MATT COVEY, and the CZW WORLD Heavyweight Champion, ‘the O.G.T.,’ MAYNARD O’TOOLE!!” Covey and Maynard move down to ringside, O’Toole heads up the steps and Covey rolling in beneath the bottom rope. The two close in on Grantham, an obvious friction becoming apparent in their alliance. They begin to speak in what appear to be harsh tones as ‘Fly From the Inside’ hits, the crowd booing even more furiously now as the TV Champion takes the stage. Towers: “And introducing their opponents, first, from Houston, Texas, the CZW Television Champion, ‘the Human Highlight Reel,’ ERIC COLLUM!!” Collum heads to the ring, being wary as he enters, ascending the second rope and holding his belt up on display for the jeering mass of fans. The music stops and there is a momentary silence, and then ‘Writing’s on the Wall’ blares out, the fans in attendance going ballistic as the Five Star Gamblers head out onto the ramp. Ace seems to have a somber look about him, and El Pablo seems to be as energetic as ever, bounding along the ramp in his luchador mask. Towers: “And his partners, representing BA-XTC, Ace King, El Pablo, the FIVE STAR GAMBLERS!!” Pablo and King look to eachother and nod, bolting down to the ring. The opponents all brace themselves as the Gamblers slide in, and along with Collum, rush the opposition! Daniels: “There’s the bell and we’ve got a six man bedlam going on right from the start! Collum and O’Toole are slugging it out in the corner, King and Covey have spilled to the outside, and Grantham and Pablo are trading blows right in the middle of the ring! Pablo now taking control, hammering Grantham up against the ropes. He whips ‘the Graduate to the far side, but no! Grantham reverses, pulls Pablo back and hurls him over the top rope! He follows him outside, leaving O’Toole and Eric Collum to apparently start us off as the legal men.” Masters: “Collum is looking to show the champ up here and ride the huge wave of momentum he’s had lately straight to the World Championship! Collum whips O’Toole to the far side and charges in after him…BEAUTIFUL leg-lariat in the corner! Eric back up and on the attack, pulling O’Toole out and hitting a snap suplex!” Daniels: “Collum now quickly out to the apron, springboard…elbow drop connects! Collum going for the early pin!” 1! - - - 2!! - - -Kickout! Daniels: “Near fall there, but O’Toole is not out yet. He picks the champ up and drags him to his corner, tag to El Pablo! Listen to these fans as Pablo enters the match!” Masters: “They sure do love ‘the Paul’ here in Mexico, don’t they? EP with a shot to the ribs of O’Toole as Collum holds him in place. Unlikely teamwork there.” Daniels: “Indeed. Pablo now working over the champ with a series of forearm shots and fists! He whips O’Toole in for the ride and bounds off the far side! Clothesline on the rebound, ducked by O’Toole, both men to the ropes again and-Oh! Covey with a knee to the back of El Pablo! O’Toole EXPLODES with a huge clothesline!” Masters: “He knocked ‘the Paul’ out of his zapatos!” Daniels: “...ugh... Tag to Covey! ‘Bad Ass’ now stomping on the masked face of EP. He picks him up and drives him back first into the corner! Maynard and Grantham now raining fists onto the former World Champion as Covey shoves his boot right into his throat, choking the life out of him! Referee Stephanie D yelling for them to break it up, which they finally do. Covey now pressing the attack, lifting Pablo up and setting him up… HUGE backbreaker! Covey tags in Grantham.” Masters: “CZW’s smartest superstar now comes in to further pick apart El Poser. Honestly, sucking up to the fans by wearing a luchador mask? Isn’t it bad enough that he’s already needlessly using their language?” Daniels: “El Pablo has shown nothing but respect for the culture here, and has given credit to the luchador style on many occasions! Grantham with a big knee-drop! He lifts Pablo up and slaps him across the face! Now setting him up for a vertical suplex…look at Grantham, showing his power by stalling with Pablo held up in the air!” *THUD!* Masters: “What impact as Pablo bounces off the mat! Grantham with a nonchalant cover!” 1! - - - 2! - - - -El Pablo with the shoulder up! Daniels: “Pablo showing his resilience, but Grantham doesn’t look too terribly surprised. He pulls Pabs up and whips him into the ropes…catches him on the rebound! Grantham again showing his strength…gorilla press! Wait, Pablo struggling…counter! Pablo drops behind Grantham and executes a jumping enziguri! Grantham looks dazed as he slowly falls to the mat! Pablo now beginning to crawl, looking for the tag! You can hear all of these fans cheering him on, willing him to make it to the corner!” Masters: “Grantham recovers though, he grabs Pablo’s leg! He pulls him back-” Daniels: “No, Pablo kicks him off! Tumbles…TAG TO ACE! The crowd goes insane as ‘the Gambler’ enters the ring, unloading on Grantham! Listen to those knife-edge chops!” Masters: “That’s brutal! King whips Grantham in and goes for a boot, but Grantham ducks! King turns around, Grantham with a lariat, KING DUCKS!” Daniels: “Ace reacts quickly, reaching back and grabbing ‘the Graduate’ by the hair…NECKBREAKER! Cover!” 1! - - - 2! - - - -Kickout! Just in time! Daniels: “Ace almost took this one right there, I don’t think the Graduate was quite ready for this! King up now, but Grantham sneaks a thumb to the eye! Tag to O’Toole! Maynard comes in but Ace is ready! Spear!! Ace now heading to the high-rent district! He measures O’Toole…COVEY! Covey charges over and clips Ace’s leg, knocking him all the way to the outside! The crowd booing furiously now as Matt Covey drops down, kicking Ace in the ribs! He rolls him in as O’Toole moves in for the kill… OH, EL PABLO! Out of nowhere, EP with a running hurricanrana on Covey here on the outside!” Masters: “Watch inside the ring now! O’Toole measuring up the wounded Ace, but here’s Collum from behind! He grabs him…sets him up! COLLUMBINE!!” Daniels: “No! Grantham! Grantham with a kick to the gut and Maynard drops to his feet behind Collum! Grantham with a lariat! Collum ducks!” Masters: “O’Toole doesn’t! Grantham just clocked O’Toole!!” Daniels: “Grantham looks surprised, though not very concerned…turns to Collum..dropkick! Grantham hits the mat! Collum back to his feet, but Ace is there! He spins Collum around and-ROUNDHOUSE! Or should I say FULL House!” Masters: “I LOVE that show!” Daniels: “…” Masters: “Move! I mean I love that move!” Daniels: “You just-“ Masters: “Ace with the pin on O’Toole!” 1! - - - 2!! - - -Maynard kicks out! Daniels: “Collum and Grantham are back out now, the legal men are Ace King and Maynard O’Toole! King pulls the champ over to the corner, tag to El Pablo now. The Five Star Gamblers now setting O’Toole up, double vertical suplex…DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER!! O’Toole rolls to a seated position and look at his eyes! Glazed over! He falls back and Pablo going for the pin!” 1! - - - 2!! - - - -Broken up by Covey! Masters: “Things just got ugly again! All six men pour into the ring! Ace spears Covey to the mat, they’re just rolling around swinging fists! Grantham goes for Pablo, but Collum out of NOWHERE with a flying headscissor takedown! Pablo looks down to O’Toole and heads to the ropes…he’s going up top!” Daniels: “Covey and King on the outside now…Ace with a kick to the gut…High Roller!! No! Covey shoves him down hard to the floor! Collum keeping Grantham pinned into the corner as Pablo gets to the top! PABLO SPLASH!!” Masters: “Right onto a pair of knees! That’s GOTTA hurt!!” Daniels: “El Pablo bounced right off of the knees of the World Champion, and there’s Grantham fighting free of Collum with an eye gouge! Sets him up…POWERBOMB with authority!” Masters: “There on the outside, Covey whips Ace to the ring steps! He crashes into them hard, bouncing off them and hitting the floor! Matt picks him up from the ground and…what’s he looking at? Jeezus, look, Daniels! On the ramp!” Daniels: “That’s Hellena! And she’s got Ruthless hostage! Covey and now even Ace are looking on in disbelief! Hellena’s got a mic!” Hellena: ““The fun and games are over! You have to choose!“ Daniels: “Looks like Covey and King are both going to take care of this business…NO, GRANTHAM! Grantham from behind nails Ace with a superkick! He starts yelling at Covey, but ‘Bad Ass’ completely blows him off, he’s heading after Hellena! She’s disappearing behind the curtain and Covey gives chase! Grantham is pissed, but he turns around and whips Ace back to the ring against the apron!” Masters: “Meanwhile in the ring, it’s still O’Toole and Pablo… Pablo with an enziguri! O’Toole ducks! EP hits the ground, and O’Toole locks his arms…rolls over…GAPING LOTUS EXPERIENCE!” Daniels: “Bridging chicken-wing and Pablo is in pain! Collum getting in to break it up, but Grantham ambushes him with a clothesline! This could be it!” Masters: “Ace is back up, looks like he’s going to head to the back after Covey! No…” Daniels: “He sees his partner in pain and he returns! Ace slides in and breaks the hold! Stephanie D yelling at Ace and Collum to get out of the ring, and there’s ‘the Graduate,’ tagging himself in as Maynard regains his bearings! He gathers El Pablo up and looks for the 4.0! No, Pablo reverses! Kick to the gut…TWIST OF FATE!!” Masters: “Looks like Ace is heading after Covey, but Collum is stopping him, telling him to stay with the match! Ace tries to push past and Collum grabs him…ACE DECKS COLLUM!! Here comes O’Toole…he’s got the sledge!” Daniels: “I think he pulled it from under the ring! Meanwhile, look inside! Pablo and Grantham struggle to their feet and they’re trading fists on wobbly knees! Grantham jabs the eye! Pablo staggers back, dazed, Grantham with a lariat to the back of the neck! Look, on the outside, Ace throws Collum to O’Toole, and Maynard with a shot to the gut with the sledgehammer! Ace heads off to the back! Collum is down! O’Toole heads back to the ring and returns to his corner. Grantham sees that it’s essentially two on one and smirks. He sets Pablo up! 4.0!!” Masters: “O’Toole!!” Daniels: “Sledgehammer to the face!! Grantham goes down!! O’Toole raises the hammer high and heads out of the ring! He’s leaving!! Pablo making it to his feet now, see’s that he’s the only one standing, Grantham laid out in front of him! He looks to the crowd as they all cheer and he heads up top!! O’Toole smirks, looking on…PABLO SPLASH!!!!” Masters: “I don’t believe what I’m seeing! Cover!!” 1! - - - 2!! - - - 3!!! *ding-ding-ding!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, the team of Eric Collum, Ace King, and El Pablo!!” Pablo celebrates in the ring as ‘Writing’s on the Wall’ blares out again, the fans literally jumping to their feet. Collum is getting up and glaring up at O’Toole, holding his ribs. Maynard raises his belt and his sledge from the ramp. Maynard leaves as the fans cheer his aggressive ways. Ace King and El Pablo are left inside the ring celebrating. Gregory Grantham is now back up as he climbs into the ring holding his head as he walks straight into Eric Collum. Masters: Are these two going to go at it again, Jarred?! Daniels: It could very well happen. Suddenly Grantham and Collum run at where El Pablo and Ace King are celebrating in the turnbuckles. Grantham hits Ace King with a forearm shot in the back, then hits an Electric Chair taking Ace off the ropes. Eric meanwhile leaps up onto the second rope and grabs Pablo off the top turnbuckle and hits an almighty side superplex! Masters: These guys have shocked the entire arena and you don’t think… Collum now exit’s the ring as he grabs two T-Shirts from under the apron, handing one to Grantham and placing the other on himself. Grantham picks up Ace King and hits him with the 4.0! Daniels: That is two damn 4.0’s he has hit Ace King with after the bell has sounded. Masters: Furthermore, if you look closely at those T-Shirts they read… Daniels: ELITE REVOLUTION! Oh dear God, I thought they were over, but I guess Grantham and Collum just can’t let them die. OH AND… Collum flies off the turnbuckle hitting an Aerial Revolution on El Pablo, one of his opponents for the World Title next week. Grantham stomps down his opponents at the PPV. The two ER members now raise each other’s hands as the fans boo but mainly are shocked. Daniels: Well this scene really sends shivers down my spine, not only Jackal and Montana conspiring together, now we have ER back and evil as ever. WAIT FOLKS…Our camera crews have just caught up with Matt Covey in the back!” *****-----***** The camera’s cut backstage after the main event, following “Bad Ass” Matt Covey as he appears to be searching the halls for Hellena and Ruth. In a rage, he’s kicking doors open and turning tables over. He makes his way towards an exit door, stopping to pick up what looks like a piece of torn clothing, possibly from Ruth’s outfit. He gnashes his teeth and growls to himself as he stands up again and forcefully kicks the arena door open. Waiting for him in the parking lot is Hellena, still holding Ruth captive. As Matt approaches them, Hellena shouts… Hellena: Stop where you are, Matt! Look around you! This is the same kind of place we were when all of this shit started! And I intend to finish it right here and right now! I promise you Matt, if you turn around and go back inside right now, nothing will happen to you. But she’s mine to deal with. Bad Ass: You know I can’t do that. Hellena: I figured as much. I love you, but it’s your funeral. Matt stops in his tracks, noticing Hellena’s sharpened nails dug deeply into Ruth’s neck as her other hand is still clasped tightly over Ruth’s mouth. Matt becomes increasingly more enraged. Bad Ass: Let her go, Hellena! This is between you and me! Hellena: You and me?!? Why? It started in a parking lot with the three of us, why shouldn’t it end in a parking lot with the three of us? YOU TRIED TO KILL ME LAST WEEK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! Bad Ass: Yeah? And you lied to me! Hellena: I didn’t lie to you! I never told you! Bad Ass: Same difference. I’m telling you right now, Hellena. You hurt her… I’m going to break your neck with my bare hands… Hellena: I’M PREGNANT WITH YOUR CHILD!!! And you want to kill me over this bitch?!? Fine! Well, then. Let’s play, shall we? Ruth suddenly bites Hellena’s hand that was covering her mouth, causing Hellena to loosen her grip and scream. Still held captive, Ruth shouts back to Matt. Ruth: IT’S A TRAP!!! Hellena quickly tosses Ruth against a car and kicks her in the face with the heel of her boot, smashing Ruth’s head between her heel and the hood of a BMW. Matt charges at Hellena who turns to him, almost appearing ready for him. Bad Ass: You forget your place, Hellena! Another voice in the night calls out…. Voice: So do you! Matt is suddenly blindsided as the headlights of a car flood and blind him. Before he can register what’s going on, a car plows into him, sending Matt rolling into the windshield and then across the roof of the car. He flies off the back of the car, smacking the pavement hard, not moving. The car squeals to a halt, the driver door opening to find Jesse Montana inside. The passenger door opens, The Jackal stepping out while wrapping a chain around his fist. They quickly converge on Matt who tries to pull himself up to his knees, grasping Montana’s shirt. Matt’s eyes glare back at Jesse’s, looking like a man who has been betrayed. Montana smirks and pushes Matt’s head back with a single hand. Jackal jumps in with a swing of the chained fist, knocking Matt to the ground, a mouthful of blood flying from his mouth. Ruth comes around, screaming relentlessly as she watches Jackal climb over Matt, repeatedly busting his face up with the chain. Hellena stands behind Ruth, holding her in place to keep her from interfering. Montana: Shut that bitch up! Hellena tears a piece of Ruth’s shirt and shoves it into Ruth’s mouth, clamping it closed with her hand once again. Jackal looks to be thoroughly enjoying the beating, his grin giving it away as he continues to assault Matt in the parking lot. Montana looks the damage over and finally taps Jackal on the shoulder. Karl gets to his feet, looking over his handiwork. Montana: That’s good. Leave the trash where he is. If we’re lucky, nobody will find him and he can just rot where he is. Montana and Jackal return to the car with Karl getting in first. Hellena drops Ruth against the pavement, rushing over to Jesse Montana. Hellena: Let’s get out of here. Jesse stops in his tracks and puts a hand up to stop Hellena. Montana: Where do you think you’re going? You did your job well enough, but you were nothing more than my puppet like the rest of these fools in the CZW. You can make your getaway if you want, but I can’t afford to be seen with trash like you, now can I? Matt suddenly groans out loud, pushing himself back up onto his feet, his face bruised like bad fruit and caked with his own blood. He starts to slowly hobble his way towards them, with Montana noticing. Jesse shoves Hellena out of his way and walks towards Matt as well. Montana: You are one stupid son of a bitch. One day, those balls are going to get you killed. Montana leaps back and then springs forward, connecting with a Montana Express against Matt’s face, sending him plummeting back against the pavement once more. Jesse makes a waving gesture at him and then walks away. Hellena looks dumbfounded, in shock as Montana gets back in the driver’s seat of his car. As he slams his door and drives away, Hellena, looking scared now, runs off in between vehicles in the parking lot. Ruth begins forcing herself to crawl over to Matt’s unmoving body, crying and screaming as she does so. She pulls herself up onto his chest and clings to his jacket for life, screaming as she sobs into his shirt. Ruth: HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP HIM!!! In the distance, a figure can be seen standing in the open doorway of the arena, having watched the whole thing as it played out. Ruth looks at the man momentarily, recognizing him. She extends a hand in his direction, tears streaming her face as she calls out to him… Ruth: Ace! Please… Ace King stares at Ruth for one solitary moment, and then walks back inside the building, closing the exit door behind him.
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