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-=- DARK MATCH -=-
"The Intern" Chris Tolwar vs. Robbie Ramone

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Chris Tolwar faced off with Robbie Romane to get the crowd warmed up. The two men traded headlocks early on before Tolwar got a few cheap shots in on his opponent. Tolwar nearly got dq when he went for a hair-pull backbreaker. He argued with the referee so when he finally went for the cover, he can only get a two count on his opponent. Tolwar then got cocky and missed a high knee to which Romane recovered and tried to capitalize however once Tolwar got a lariat and followed up with his Site Inffection, a head and arm suplex dropped on Tolwar's knee, that was all that she wrote. Tolwar got the pin for the 1-2-3.

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-The shot cuts backstage to where Buzzsaw is sitting on a amp case bouncing the end of his keno stick off the cement.-

Buzzsaw: There are some people out there in the world that think we are put on this earth for a reason, that are stories are already written by the gods and we are all on a quest to achieve our destiny.

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Buzzsaw: I am know the world over as The Hardcore Icon, not the Hardcore Legend or the Hardcore Monster, THE HARDCORE ICON!!! I have held Hardcore Title in every company I’ve been apart of. I have been the face of Hardcore Wrestling since the 90’s.

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Buzzsaw: Tonight I take my first step towards the CZW Ultraviolent Championship and my birth right. For when the gods wrote my story they wrote of a man that would stop at nothing to achieve glory. A warrior that will spill blood and tear flesh from bones to conquer who is in front of them.

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Buzzsaw: For my opponents tonight, their destiny has brought them to this point tonight, on the verge of greatness, but greatness is not for them. They are no more than a stepping stone for me on my way to the top here in the CZW.

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Buzzsaw: Their destiny is to be the fallen victims of the Hardcore Icon on his march towards fulfilling his destiny as the next CZW Ultraviolent Champion!!!

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* BOOM BOOM BOOM!! *

"Breathe Into Me" begins to play as the fireworks go off at the opening of CZW's television show, OVERDRIVE. The camera pans around the jam packed Miami Arena, with fans screaming and holding up various signs. As the song continues and the camera continues to pan around the crowd, the voice of Jarred Daniels is heard on top of it.

DANIELS: "Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to another edition of Overdrive! We're in Jesse Montana's hometown of Miami, Florida, coming off the heels of Road to Glory 3, one of our biggest pay-per-views yet! We're not going to waste time tonight, we're going to get right to the action!"

MASTERS: "And what action it is, a four way dance to determine the number one contender to Kirkland's Ultraviolent title. We're going to see blood, and soon, fellows."

WATERS: "Almost guaranteed. And all four of these guys are larger than Kirkland, no matter who wins, he's going to have his work cut out for him."

"You Wouldn't Know" by HELLYEAH begins to play almost as soon as "Breathe Into Me" stops. The crowd jeers loudly as The Mountain Man walks out and immediately heads to the ring, ignoring the fans completely. He is wearing plain black trunks, and his beard is very long.

TOWERS: "Let's kick this Overdrive off with a four way dance to name the #1 contender to the Ultraviolent title! Introducing first... hailing from Cleveland, Ohio and weighing in at 320 pounds... a member of the Next Generation... Joshua Newsome... THE MOUNTAIN MAN!!"

As he makes his way into the ring, he heads to a corner and stretches, eagerly awaiting his chance to regain the UV title.

TOWERS: "His first opponent... hailing from Tupelo, Mississippi and weighing in at 330 pounds... KYLE CASTLES!!"

"Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue" by Toby Keith plays as most of the jeers turn into cheers. Kyle walks out, and salutes the crowd with a stern look on his face. He swaggers down to the ring, occassionally high fiving a fan on his way. He is wearing black trunks as well, with a trucker's hat on. When he gets in the ring, he throws the hat out to the audience.

TOWERS: "Their opponent... hailing from Wichita, Kansas and weighing in at 475 pounds... The Colossus... GARRETT WILLIAM!!"

"Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed plays as the very large William walks out onto the ramp. The crowd has a mixed reaction to him, some boos and some cheers, but definitely respect all around at the size of him. He crosses his arms and nods to himself in confidence, and towers toward the ring. He wears a black singlet, in homage to the late Andre the Giant.

TOWERS: "And the final contestant... hailing from Akron, Ohio and weighing in at 310 pounds... The self-proclaimed Hardcore Icon... BUZZSAW!!"

"Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn begins to play as Buzzsaw shows up on the ramp. The crowd are largely behind him, especially since he has a trash can full of weapons in his hands. As he begins running down to the ring, Towers has to make a hasty exit as Castles and Newsome begin double teaming the larger William.

DANIELS: "Well, action is what you want, action is what you're getting!"

WATERS: "Don't be looking for techinal expertise or high flying with this one, all four of these men are large and in charge brawlers and it's going to be a--"

MASTERS: "A slobberknocker!"

WATERS: "Never finish my sentences again, Masters."

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw slides into the ring after throwing the trash can in, but the others haven't turned around yet. He's looking for the right weapon to use first! A mop? No, he threw that to the side... a link of chain? Nope. Ah, there he has it, his weapon of choice. A kendo stick!"

MASTERS: "He comes up behind MTM and Castles...

* SMACK! *

* CRACK! *

MASTERS: "And delivers to each a powerful shot to the back! Castles cringes and MTM turns around.. Buzzsaw kicks him in the gut... DDT! He goes for the early cover! That sneaky bastard."

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MASTERS: "Oh hell, the monster has a hold of him now."

DANIELS: "Garrett slams a powerful forearm to the back of Buzzsaw, causing him to drop the stick. He grabs him by the neck, looking for a choke slam... but Kyle is behind him and kicks him hard in the kidney area, making him let go of Buzz."

WATERS: "Garrett turns around, and Kyle delivers a series of punches to the gut and face... Garrett staggers back..."

* THWACK! *

WATERS: "And gets nailed in the back by Buzzsaw, who has retrieved his trusty kendo stick! Garrett staggers forward and Kyle tackles him, taking him to the ground. As Buzzsaw was about to get on top of them, MTM nails him hard from behind with a treachorous low blow!"

MASTERS: "That's the ticket!"

DANIELS: "Again, Buzzsaw has dropped the stick, and MTM turns him around.. kick to the gut... he lifts him up... flapjack! Instead of going for the cover, MTM turns his attention on the trash can. He gets in it, and pulls out... oh dear lord."

WATERS: "A CHEESE GRATER!"

MASTERS: "Bloody excellent! And literally!"

DANIELS: "The crowd is hot now, as he goes back to Buzzsaw... oh damn, he's taking the grater right to his forehead! This pains me to watch!"

WATERS: "Then you better leave before our main event, man. That's going to be bloody as well!"

MASTERS: "MTM is just grinding on Buzzsaw's forehead, blood is beginning to flow all over his face!"

DANIELS: "On the other side of the ring, Kyle somehow stayed on top of Garrett and dazed him after a series of punches.. he sees MTM and gets up. As MTM finally takes the grater off of Buzzsaw's forehead, leaving him laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, Kyle turns MTM around and kicks him hard in the gut. He drops the grater. Kyle kicks him in the gut again, and lifts him up... a heavy bodyslam --"

* SMASH! *

DANIELS: "-- right onto the trash can! MTM flops around like a fish, because not only did he feel the impact of the metal can.. he also felt the compact of what's left inside of it!"

WATERS: "Kyle looks around, and sees that all three men are laid out. Garrett is stirring the most, so Kyle turns around and picks up Buzzsaw."

MASTERS: "Smart man, this cowboy."

DANIELS: "He throws Buzzsaw to the ropes... HUGE double leg spinebuster! That's Kyle's finish! He goes for the cover!"

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WATERS: "Again the big man spoils the pinfall. He slams a few hard forearms to Kyle's back, as he gets back up on his huge feet. He grabs Kyle by the head and drags him to a corner... head smash into the turnbuckle. Another. Another! And these aren't just everyday head smashes, I can only assume taking one from this beast hurts ten times worse."

DANIELS: "Kyle is dazed, as MTM is getting up. Garrett irish whips Kyle, right into a crouched lariat from Newsome! Now look!"

MASTERS: "MTM is right up in Garrett's face! I love how Newsome isn't intimidated in the slightest bit by the size of William."

WATERS: "MTM is talking trash, and Garrett's had enough! He pushes back, right into a surprise roll up from the revived Buzzsaw!"

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DANIELS: "Buzzsaw's face is covered in blood. He gets back up and looks at Garrett. Garrett has a confidence in his eyes, as any man his size should. Garrett starts lunging towards Buzzsaw..."

* CRACK! *

WATERS: "But with a quickness, Buzzsaw grabs up the kendo stick and smacks Garrett right in the face with it! That was a skill of a professional kendo stick wielder."

MASTERS: "Um, okay. Look.. Now Garrett is bleeding from his eyebrow, and he's dazed... oh lord..."

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MASTERS: "Three thunderous shots to the head from Buzzsaw! Garrett is dazed and confused."

DANIELS: "And from behind, MTM is back up and grabs Buzzsaw.. back suplex!"

WATERS: "And just as MTM is back up again... Kyle, from out of nowhere, runs into him with a hard lariat! He sees that Garrett is down on his knees. He goes towards him... but Yakuza kick! Kyle is gonna go for the pin on the big man!"

DANIELS: "I'm almost surprised Garrett had the presence of mind to kick out, those shots sent him reeling. Kyle is back up, and delivers a few punches to Garrett's bleeding brow for good measure. He turns around picks up MTM. He throws him to the ropes... Kyle grabs the grater, and as MTM was on the rebound, Kyle slashes it across his face! This is gory as all get out!"

MASTERS: "What the hell does that even mean, hick boy?"

WATERS: "He's BLOODY, William. You understand that, right? BLOODY hell you do!"

DANIELS: "MTM, Buzzsaw, and Garrett are all busted open. Buzzsaw is still the most, though. Kyle picks up MTM and irish whips him to the corner. He comes crashing in... but MTM moves! Kyle runs chest first into the turnbuckle. MTM turns him around and chops him hard three times... he's setting him up on the top... He climbs up.. Kyle tries to fight it off... but to no avail..."

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MASTERS: "Superplex from MTM on Kyle! MTM goes for the cover!!"

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WATERS: "Kyle kicked out! Buzzsaw is back up, as is Garrett... as MTM gets up, Garrett comes from behind... spins him around, kick to the gut..."

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MASTERS: "Jesus, that could have broken the ring! What a massive power bomb! Garrett goes for the cover!"

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MASTERS: "It looks like a car wreck in the ring right now."

WATERS: "It really does. Kyle is stirring up, and instead of taking charge again he looks at at the trash can and crawls toward it... he lifts it up, looking inside... and he pulls out a... by god, it's a hockey stick!"

DANIELS: "He has a crazed look in his eye, as he turns around. Violent rednecks are dangerous, gentlemen."

MASTERS: "Well he sees that Garrett's back is turned..."

* THWACK! *

WATERS: "OUCH!"

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DANIELS: "One to Buzzsaw for good measure!"

* THWACK! *

MASTERS: "And one to the already fallen Mountain Man! The crowd is going crazy for this guy! ... Those fools!"

WATERS: "He's an American dream! I mean, I guess.. I'm Australian!"

DANIELS: "Well he's revved up, that's for sure. He goes back to Garrett who is in a corner.. He gets to his side and locks him up... Russian legsweep with assistance from the Hockey stick! Kyle goes for the pin!"

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DANIELS: "Amazing. I'm not sure what it will take to put the big man down for the three count. Kyle is back up, but Buzzsaw blind sides him with a groggy tackle. Kyle drops the stick. They slowly get up, throwing punches at each other."

WATERS: "On the other side... what is this... Newsome is getting up... but he's.. digging into his pants!? This is no time to readjust your junk, MTM!"

MASTERS: "You fool. Yes! he has a pair of brass knuckles now! Timmons has taught the big guy well!"

DANIELS: "Garrett is getting up, he's on his knees... MTM focuses directly on him. MTM comes at him, but Garrett nails a thunderous headbutt to his midsection. I don't think Garrett see the knux. Garrett is up on his feet now, and punches MTM hard. He throws him to the ropes, as it looks like Kyle is taking control over Buzzsaw on the other side of the ring."

WATERS: "On the rebound, MTM ducks the massive lariat from Garrett... "

* THUD *

MASTERS: "And punches him square in the jaw! Lights out, giant! That's a shame. Now MTM will finally get his UV title back!"

DANIELS: "Wait, Kyle sees this... and before MTM can go for a pin he tackles him... they fall out of the ring! Garrett is out cold, and Kyle and MTM are groggily brawling on the outside."

WATERS: "Look at this! Buzzsaw sees his opportunity! He's going to the top rope... albeit slowly.. and almost as soon as he's up, he leaps... Somersault senton onto Garrett! Buzzsaw just happens to stay on top, he seems as out of it as much as Garrett is!"

DANIELS: "The cover!!"

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MASTERS: "Blast."

DANIELS: "He did it! Buzzsaw is the #1 contender to Brian Kirkland's Ultraviolent title! Kyle and MTM are just realizing it... Kyle is pissed off!"

WATERS: "Uh oh... Kyle slides into the ring, as MTM just looks on in disgust... What's he gonna do to Buzzsaw!?"

DANIELS: "Oh no... Kyle picks Buzzsaw up... this can't be good... he.... he's raising his hand! What a show of sportsmanship, and the crowd loves it!"

MASTERS: "Pitiful."

WATERS: "You wouldn't know right from wrong if it had its balls on your chin!"

MASTERS: "....what!?"

DANIELS: "Um, okay! Well Kyle has left the ring as 'Dead Bodies Everywhere' is playing. There is blood and various weapons all over the place, as the ring crew begin trying to clean it up. Buzzsaw is now leaving, as Kyle is at the top of the ramp. Garrett is stirring already... this guy is tough as nails!"

WATERS: "MTM is now walking up the ramp, now his anger is quite genuine and I doubt he would raise Buzzsaw's hand in victory if he had the chance. Garrett feels on the bump that MTM left on his head.. getting blood on his hand in the process... and now he sees red! As quickly as he can, he gets out of the ring... he's making his way up the ramp, very visibly angry. MTM has no idea!"

DANIELS: "Garrett just runs into MTM from behind, I bet that felt like a freight train! MTM is thrown forward, but stays on his feet. He turns around and the big men begin brawling passionately!"

MASTERS: "Now THIS is a clash of the titans!"

DANIELS: "Well security is trying to their best now to break this melee up... I'm afraid we have to cut to a commercial break."

WATERS: "Wait a sec... I'm receiving word in my earpiece... okay, I can agree with this. Kyle Castles, even though losing his first few efforts, has impressed everyone in the offices and they want to reward him... by making him the #1 contender to the World Television title!"

MASTERS: "WHAT!? He hasn't earned squat!"

DANIELS: "The hell he hasn't, the impact he's had on the CZW crowds are tremendous!"

MASTERS: "Because we're here in America, where EVERYONE is a fat slob like he is."

WATERS: "Stick it, Masters. Now it's commercial time."

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The scene cuts backstage, taking us inside the Beautiful Agony locker room, where new Global Tag Co-Champion Brian Blaze is sat on one of the benches, eyes closed, his head nodding softly along with the music eminating from the headphones inserted into his ears.

Suddenly, the lights start to flicker, before going out with an audible "pop", plunging the room into total darkness.

BLAZE: Hmmmmm...

After a second or two, a small square of bright lcd light appears where Brian Blaze was originally seen, presumably coming from his cellphone. While not particularly effective at lighting the room, it does at least give the viewer a slight outline of Blaze and his immediate surroundings.

Blaze slowly makes his way over to one side of the room, casting the phone around so as to try and avoid bumping into anything. He holds it up to the light switch, and gives it a couple of clicks, none of which have any effect.

As he attempts to think of a solution to this problem, attention is drawn to the opposite side of the room behind him, where a lone light-tube flickers silently into life. However, it is immediately obvious that this light is not connected to the ceiling, or indeed any sort of outlet. Rather, it is being held in the hand of an unidentifiable human figure, dressed all in black, his body only clearly visible against the lighter gray of the locker room walls. As Blaze continues to fiddle with the switch, the figure moves slowly across the room, with all the stealth and silence of a ninja. The figure steps up right behind Blaze.. and swings the light-tube, shattering it across the back of Sleazy Entertainment! As the light from the tube smashes into extinction, the main lights of the room conveniently flicker back into life, revealing the same hooded figure that attacked Blaze in the ring at Road To Glory III.

DANIELS: Bah Gawd! It's.. him! The same person that attacked Blaze at Road To Glory!

MASTERS: It's curse number two!

As Blaze arches backwards, clutching his spine with a grimace, the assailant throws a fist, knocking Blaze down to the floor. He follows up with a couple of boots, then grabs the power cable from a flatscreen TV that extends from the wall just by the door. As Blaze gets to his knees, the assailant wraps the cord around his throat from behind, pushing a foot into BB's back in an attempt to choke him out. Blaze starts scratching for a grip on the chord, gasping desperately for air as his windpipe is compressed. However, the assailant is able to keep the choke on for a good few seconds, before shifting his weight forward and hitting BB with a modified curbstomp. As BB writhes around on the floor, the assailant wraps his hands around the TV, ripping it off the screws securing it to the wall. He turns, and stares down at BB, as the Tag Co-Champ attempts to get back to his feet.

DANIELS: No! Not the TV!

BB gets to a knee, and lifts his head to face the assailant.. just as the TV comes down on his head, the screen smashing and sparks flying on impact. BB slumps to the floor, twitching slightly, as the assailant throws the ruined TV to the floor. He then steps over the fallen BB, and makes the same "X" gesture across his chest, before stepping backwards out of the room.

WATERS: Oh man..

DANIELS: We may need some help back there, guys, Blaze may have just been electrocuted there!

MASTERS: You could say.. that that incident right there..

WATERS: Shocking!

MASTERS: YOU SON OF A BITCH! I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT!!!

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-=- FOR THE FIRST TIME! -=-
"The Real Deal" Rob Wright vs The Zodiac Thrilla

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Rob Wright emerges victorious after a hard-fought yet decisive win!
(match will be posted when it is received. Sorry Rob!)

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CZW comes back from commercial, and the lights darken as the Combat-tron begins to show several grainy images in black and white, from violent crime scenes to the house from Amityville Horror. A mish-mash of different audio clips from police bulletins to poetry is played over the image, broken finally by a loud gunshot as "Streetcleaner" by Godflesh cranks out. The crowd jeers loudly as Alan Fiscus and Hellena move out onto the ramp.

* BOOM BOOM BOOM! *

A small but loud fireworks display goes off as Alan Fiscus and Hellena have made their way out on the entrance ramp. Hellena is wearing black leather boots that go up to past her knees, with fishnets on the visible leg parts, up to her black and skimpy one-piece. She wears a black choker around her neck, and her hair is braided in a unique style. She wears heavy black-and-purple make up, and black lipstick. She has her arms around Alan, with a large smile on her face. Alan is wearing black leather pants, combat boots, and a brand new "Sadistic Solution" t-shirt. He wears the CZW World Heavyweight title around his waist. He has on black sunglasses, and his hair is a mess as always. With a confident smirk, they both begin making their way down to the ring. Half way to the ring, Alan stops and jaw jacks with a fan holding up a "ALAN SUCKS" sign. Hellena drags him away from the fan, and they continue down to the ring. Alan holds the ropes open for Hellena to walk in, and then he joins her. He calls for a mic, which is viciously grabbed from Towers when she hands it to him. Before he can start, a large chant begins.

CROWD
"FISCUS SUCKS! FISCUS SUCKS! FISCUS SUCKS!"

ALAN, livid
"Shut your mouths! If I sucked, would I _STILL_ be the champion of YOUR world!? I don't think so! Now, if you'll pipe down, I have something to say!"

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"FISCUS SUCKS! FISCUS SUCKS! FISCUS SUCKS!"

Alan talks some trash with the mic away from his mouth. He takes a moment, and when the chant dies down, he continues.

ALAN
"At the last CZW event... in Atlanta, Georgia... Road To Glory Three. Pay-Per-View. An epic night for the company, buy rates out the roof. Records were broken, even. Thousands and thousands of people watched as CZW put on what has got to be one of the best shows this company has ever produced. From bottom to top, a stacked card through and through. The night began before the camera were even rolling, as the biggest wrestler in history, my cousin, Garrett William, completely destroyed some scrawny Asian in mere moments. Then as the show got started, we had a great tag team match between some really promising newcomers... and Kris Kash. I'll get to that piece of trash in a minute. After that, we had a hardcore three way dance that made even myself smile. Jacob Havok beat Buzzsaw and Kyle Castles in one helluva bout. The next match was a bit of an odd booking, but turned out to be a great match between Ryan Shane and Tim Timmons. Filler, but good filler. Then we FINALLY saw the way-too-long reign of Godzilla Sawyer ended at the hands of a CZW original in Caleb Walker. Good work, Walker. Then an epic stable tag team encounter over the Global Tag titles, again seeing new champions crowned. Quite a night already, but it wasn't over. In one of the best matches the CZW has had that did not include me, Maynard O'Toole successfully defended the CZW Intercontinental title against Michael King. Let me pause right there. Maynard O'Toole!"

The crowd chants "MAYO! MAYO! MAYO!" causing Alan is pause.

ALAN
"You and me, son, we have unfinished business. But allow me to congratulate you on your defense. You had one of the best matches I've ever seen. Impressive. Obviously, you're at least somewhat good, or I would have never of aligned with you in the first place, way back in the day. But the blowing of the smoke stops there. The last time we were in your hometown, you took a sledgehammer to my face. A receipt is due to you, courtesy of the GREATEST champion of all time. You'll never know when, you'll never know how, but you are on my shitlist and I WILL be checking off your name."

Fiscus pauses as the crowd boos.

ALAN
"The main event of Road To Glory saw a title match of great proportions. In the end, the results were exactly as I predicted them. I successfully defeated Cage Stryker in a stretcher match. I didn't need Sam. I didn't need Frank. I didn't need Garrett. --"

DANIELS, chiming in
"You needed Hellena!"

ALAN
"I didn't need any help in locking Cage's rotten ass on that stretcher and although I didn't get to see him ride off in the sunset... I GOT TO PUSH HIM DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN. Now, he is done. His career is most likely over in the CZW, and I couldn't be happier. I'm on cloud nine, people! I have finally gotten rid of the cancer that is High Definition, I have done everything I said I would do. Short of murder, that is. Cage, wherever you are... whatever you're doing now... I know your heart and ego are both broken. I know you're humbled. And it felt REAL good to be the one to do it. You can blame whatever it is you want to blame, but by the end of the day, I defeated your ass and you ran home with your tail between your legs. I don't reckon CZW will EVER see you in its ring again, quite frankly. Not only have I humbled you, but I have ENDED your career. And until I see otherwise, I will consider you RETIRED. On the shelf. Left in history. Another footnote. Enjoy retirement, Stryker. You deserve it."

Fiscus smirks as the crowd now chants "CAGE! CAGE CAGE!" over and over. When they die down, he continues.

ALAN
"And speaking of footnotes, let's backtrack a little bit to one Kris Kash. The so-called Realist. You look more like a rapist, Kash. A low brow, cheap rate, good for nothin' thug from St. Louis. Whether you beat my brother Sam here tonight or not, I have decided I still want a match with you on the next Overdrive. Just to shut your stinkin' mouth. You're lost in time, and soon you'll be lost in hell. I want Sam to hurt you bad tonight, Kris, but I don't want him to kill you. I want him to leave a little for me, you see. I'll grind up what's left and spit you out like stale tobacco, Kris. Your alliance with your new little friend Alex doesn't impress me. Blood Money, Inc. That's great, kid. Once I'm done punking you out and putting you in your place, Go back to the tag team ranks. It's the best thing you've ever done, if you ask me."

Fiscus pauses again, confident.

ALAN
"We saw one more match at Road To Glory, though, didn't we? Ah yes, the annual event itself. The Tower of Power. The structure from hell that leaves the last one standing as the #1 contender to the CZW World Heavyweight championship. Quite a contest it was, seeing five could be's vying to become an almost. Knox Harper, Brian Kirkland, my brother Sam Attic, Kimo Newton... and of course, the winner of the whole kit and kaboodle, Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson. Congratulations, Karl, you just found yourself in a position that many would kill for. Oh, that's right.. I'm supposed to believe you WOULD kill for it, aren't I? Take it from someone who has seriously been suspected of murder, take it from someone whose legacy is in between the legs of insanity, take it from the TRUE baddest son of a bitch walking the CZW halls and the Sadistic Solution, himself... you are no psycho. You are no homicidal maniac. You are but the next chapter in the book of Fiscus. You are in a spot many would die for... the spot of being my next victim. You say you are a sadist, but I hope you're also a masochist, Karl. Because after it's all said and done, pain is the only feeling you're going to have. I look forward to our encounter. I look forward to showing the world that they were wrong... The Jackal isn't a crazy submission specialist. He is but a rabid dog... and I'll have the pleasure of putting you down for good. Like Old Yeller... but maybe more appropriately like Cujo. Every dog has their day, they say... but I'll just have to make sure you never see the light of it. You people in this arena, and you people watching at home... I am YOUR champion. DEAL WITH IT. Because it's not going to change for a long... LONG time. The Fiscus Regime rules supreme, and unlike this failing country... you don't have a choice in the matter!"

Fiscus nonchalantly throws the microphone in the general direction of Towers, and turns to Hellena. They begin making out passionately, much to the dismay of the crowd. A small "She's a Whore!" chant starts, but it is ignored by the unholy love connection. "Streetcleaner" plays as they exit the ring.

DANIELS: "Well, the champ sure is confident, isn't he?"

MASTERS: "Of course he is, he's the champ! Above that, he's Alan Fiscus! The greatest wrestler ever."

WATERS: "Oh, how quickly I disagree with you on that, William."

DANIELS: "I, for one, am anxious to see The Jackal and Alan one on one... it's never happened before, it should be epic."

WATERS: "Summer Showdown, June 13th. New York City, baby! I can't wait either."

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-=- CZW'S NEW BLOOD! -=-
Alex Kaelin vs "Canada's Finest" Edward Croft

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TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is set for one fall.

"Rock Bottom" by Eminem plays throughout the arena as Croft makes his way out to a cheering crowd.

TOWERS: Introducing first, from Bronx, New York. Weighing in at two hundred twenty eight pounds, CANADA’S FINEST!.....EDWARD CROFT!!!

Croft makes his way into the ring as he climbs atop the turnbuckle and acknowledges the cheering crowd. After a few moments, the music fades out.

TOWERS:….and his opponent.

"I'm Bad" by The Last Vegas begins to play as Alex Kaelin makes his way out to massive boos from the crowd.

TOWERS: He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds…..ALEX KAELIN!!!

Alex slides into the ring as Towers steps out and the bell sounds.

DING! DING! DING!

DANIELS: Here we go, this match is officially underway. The two men lock up, Croft has Alex in a headlock. Alex launches Croft into the opposing ropes, here comes Croft off the rebound and Croft levels Alex with a shoulder tackle and goes for the quick pin.

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DANIELS: Kick out!

WATERS: It’s way too early for pin attempts, Croft is gonna have to do more damage. Croft now, picks Alex up by his hair, kick to the mid section. Croft hooks his head….CRADLE DDT!

DANIELS: What an impressive move by Croft. Croft now begins to stomp the life out of Alex as he lays, helplessly on the mat.

MASTERS: I sort of like this.

WATERS: Croft now, climbs atop the turnbuckle. He jumps off, 450 splash attempt!....

*CRASH*

DANIELS: Alex rolled out of the way just in time and Croft goes crashing into the mat, hard.

WATERS: Smart move by Alex as he gets back to his feet and awaits Croft. Croft is on his knees, slapping on the mat out of frustration. He turns around….here comes Alex….

*THWACK!*

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!

DANIELS: SHINING WIZARD! Alex just leveled Croft with that shining wizard and he covers for the win!

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WATERS: Impressive kick out by Croft after getting leveled in the head by that shining wizard. Alex picks Croft back up now. Alex grabs Croft and nails him with a corkscrew leg whip.

DANIELS: Alex picks Croft back up, kick to the mid section…he’s going for that roaring elbow…..FADE TO BLACK!.....

WATERS: No! Croft ducks said attempt and nails Alex with a neck breaker. Another impressive counter by Canada’s finest and this match with continue.

DANIELS: Impressive indeed, Waters. These new guys are really proving their skills to the higher ups. Croft hooks Alex in and nails him with a sit-out jawbreaker. Alex drops to his knees as Croft backs up and makes a B Line for Alex…

*THWACK!*

DANIELS: SPINNING WHEEL KICK TO THE FACE OF ALEX KAELIN! WATERS: Wow and Croft goes for the cover! 1!

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DANIELS: He win….NO, Alex kicked out in the nick of time.

WATERS: Neither one of these men want to leave here with a loss in their column. Both men are back to their feet as they exchange punches. Croft gains the advantage by blocking last attempt. Croft shoves Alex’s head between his legs. He’s going for a power-bomb. But Alex counters said attempt, he flips up to Croft’s shoulders…..

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WATERS: Another impressive counter by Croft. Croft stands Alex back up and nails him with a package DDT, Croft now drags the fallen Alex into position and climbs atop the turnbuckle. He signals to the cheering crowd….this could be that 450 leg drop he calls THE SERIAL KILLER! ….HE JUMPS!

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DANIELS: NO…ALEX ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! ALEX GETS BACK TO HIS FEET AS DOES CROFT!....CROFT STUMBLES AROUND!.....

*THWACK!*

DANIELS:….FADE TO BLACK! ALEX NAILED CROFT WITH THAT ROARING ELBOW AND GOES FOR THE COVER!

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DANIELS: Well there’s no kicking out that that one. Alex finally pulls out the win after one impressive showing by both men.

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Masters: Before we go to the ring for our next match, we have Jenny Jacobs standing backstage with one of the participants.

Jenny Jacobs is seen backstage in front of an Overdrive backdrop.

Jenny: Thanks, William. I am right here trying to get a word with "The Misfit" Mike Monroe.

Mike comes from off screen in his ring gear, looking like his head is somewhere else.

Jenny: First off Mike, we saw Jacob Havok make an apperance at the end of your tag title match, ultimately costing you the belts. How do you feel right now?

Mike: Right now, holding gold is the farthest thing from my mind. Do I fault Johnny Kerosene for taking advantage of the situation? Absolutely not. I would have done the same thing. He has come a long way since he joined Beautiful Agony, and he proved it in the ring. Am I dissapointed that I am no longer champion? Yeah, that goes without saying. But a 6 1/2 month long reign is nothing to sneeze at either.

Jenny: After the match you went after Jacob thinking that he had Lauren hostage, only to find out she was aligned with him. Your thoughts?

Mike looks directly in the camera, as if he is addressing Havok directly.

Mike: You know Jacob..I just...I...f**k it, I'm gone.

Mike just walks off, leaving Jenny slightly dumbstruck.

Jenny: Um, back to you guys.

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-=- KASH CONTINUES HIS GAUNTLET QUEST! -=-
"The Realist" Kris Kash vs "Psycho" Sam Attic

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Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

Daniels: Kris Kash on his path of redemption, this week faces a man who came close to winning the third edition of the Tower of Power last fortnight, Sam Attic.

Masters: Kash has bit off more than he can chew here. And in my opinion, he is a spoilt little brat. I mean he comes back after all this time, demanding a Title shot against Maynard O’Toole, demanding a match with the CZW World Champion…

Daniels: Alan Fiscus turned his back on Kash, him and the Fiscus hyenas attacked him like he had killed a family member or something…

Masters: He disrespected the Fiscus name by being such a poor athlete, Jarred.

Daniels: Kash has never been a poor athlete, Willie. I remember his days in X-Ellence…

Masters: What, you mean when he turned HIS back on his own team mates, Blaze and McNeil?

Waters: Ha ha he has a point there Jarred, Kris Kash has only been about himself, and always will be…

Daniels: Well I believe you’re wrong, Shawn. And Blood & Money Inc. is living proof of that.

Masters: Yeah and that’s going to last long. As soon as Kash gets his shot at a Title, or Kaelin gets a shot, they will turn on each other like two drug addicts with one syringe.

Waters: Kash has had an impressive few matches on his return, as has his partner Kaelin. But this has to be the biggest challenge thus far in Kash’s quest for revenge.

Masters: Easily, Shawn. Sam is a future World Champion, and with his brother Alan by his side, it won’t be all that long before he achieves that prize. Kash on the other hand, we may be seeing his little streak come to an end here tonight.

The lights dim down as the crowd gets restless. Three gunshots go off as also spotlights get shined down on the ramp as "Exhibit A (instrumental)" Jay Electronica blasts over the PA system. Kris Kash walks out slowly as he is wearing his hooded ring jacket and bandannas covering his mouth and his forehead. Alex Kaelin walks out alongside him.

Towers: On his way to the ring, accompanied by Alex Kaelin, he hails from Brooklyn, New York, and weighs in at 220 lbs…‘The Realist’ KRIS KASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They walk down to the end of the ramp way, looking around at the crowd then Kash slides underneath the bottom rope and runs the ropes a bit. Kaelin stays o the outside, clapping Kash on as he walks over to the corner and kneels down to wait for his opponent.

Daniels: And there is Kris Kash ladies and gentlemen, alongside his partner Alex Kaelin, both these men with an impressive outing at Road to Glory. But my thought is, how can Kash be totally focused on this contest here tonight, having heard the CZW World Champion demand a match against him, next edition of Overdrive?

Masters: He can’t focus on this match, you’re exactly right Jarred. Kash has so much on his mind right now, he’s liable to make a mistake against a man who will take advantage of that first chance he gets.

Waters: Yes, if Kash isn’t careful, he may not make it to next Overdrive, and Alan Fiscus.

Masters: Well let’s face it guys, Kris Kash hasn’t been focused since he came back to CZW…

Daniels: How do you work that one out? I’ve never seen Kris more focused that he is now. He’s focused on getting revenge.

Masters: AND focused on the Intercontinental Title? AND focused on the World Heavyweight Title?! Huh??!

Waters: Another good point made by Willie there, as much as I hate to say it. How can Kris be looking at all these things, and pay attention to the main detail, his match against Sam Attic here tonight?

Daniels: Well as he makes his way into the ring, with Kaelin at ringside, I for one believe he is ready for anything here tonight, and next Overdrive when he finally gets his hands on Alan Fiscus.

The crowd boo heavily as ‘Crashing’ b Gravity Kills plays throughout the arena. Kash and Kaelin look to the stage as does everyone in the arena, Sam now making his way out. Sam is equipped with a black leather jacket on over his ring attire, and a Nirvana shirt, possibly marking the day Kurt Cobain was pronounced dead. Sam warms up on the top of the ramp, before running with pace down the ramp…

Towers: And his opponent, hailing from Wichita, Kansas and weighing in at 220 lbs…Psycho…SAM ATTIC!!!!!!!!

Masters: Here is the man who will end this run set by Kash, he will knock him back down to reality here tonight…

Daniels: Hardly, it looks like he’s not even going to make it down to the ring, what’s wrong Sam? Having doubts?

Sam has now stopped half way down the ramp, as the crowd boo once more, Sam slicking back his greasy hair and smiling, signaling that he’s not going to come down to the ring, by waving his index finger at Kash.

Masters: Don’t be bloody absurd Jarred, the only thing he is doubting is whether or not he will make it back for the ten o’clock showing of Desperate Housewives this evening.

Waters: You like a bit of…Desperate Housewives…do ya? Huh Willie?

Masters: I’ve had my fair share of housewives, Jarred’s wife for starters.

Waters: Wow, and his daughter! That must have been a fun threesome.

Daniels: Har har, very funny. WAIT A MINUTE-

Suddenly a large figure walks out from the back, as Sam is almost overjoyed at seeing him. The man is near seven feet tall, and is heavily geared up in biker style clothes, a large black leather jacket, big black boots with steel toe caps, and denim jeans, even a bandana covering his face so we have no idea of the identity.

Waters: Sam isn’t having doubts to get to the ring, he’s just waiting for his accomplice.

Daniels: Is that his girlfriend?

Waters: Erm, not unless she’s grown by about a foot and put on 150 pounds.

Masters: Ha ha and you thought he had doubts. Check this monster out.

Daniels: Sam Attic bringing out an unknown here, but this guy must be rivaling Garrett for size. He is huge. I wonder who he could be…

Masters: He looks a little like Mortius, only bigger.

Waters: My guess, it’s probably another freak brother Fiscus, one they’ve been hiding in the basement alongside Garrett all of these years.

Daniels: Well whoever it is, guys, I think this contest has just evened up a whole lot.

Masters: Evened up? This man is three times the size of Kaelin! I think Blood Money Inc. may just become Bloodied Mess here tonight.

Sam has now reached the ring as his bodyguard so to speak waits on the outside, the camera showing bright blue eyes through the bandana glaring at Kaelin. Sam jumps up into the ring as he poses getting more boos. He now takes off his jacket as he passes it to Towers, giving her a wink as she takes it away. He now takes off his Nirvana shirt, throwing it into the crowd, getting the first cheer of his career.

Daniels: Well Kaelin and the unknown are standing on the outside, both guys in the ring are set for action, all we need now is the referee to ring for the bell.

*DING DING*

Daniels: AND WERE OFF!

- Sam begins to dance around the ring, looking highly confident, almost showing off at the fact he has a monster as his accomplice. Kash wastes no time though with the mind games, locking up with Sam early on and launching him at the ropes.

Waters: Kash may not be strong, but he’s using all that anger and passion in the right way here, gaining extra strength from it.

Kash now runs towards Sam in the corner, however Sam uses his pace to dodge. Sam comes from behind Kash and rams his head straight into the corner post. Sam has Kash still from behind, now setting up a German Suplex…But Kash lands on his feet. Sam gets up, looking cocky as he believes to have hit the maneuver, the fans almost laughing at him as he turns around, and comically get hit with a Yakuza Kick.

Daniels: You should always keep your eyes on your opponent, Sam.

Masters: Kaelin distracted him, I saw it.

Daniels: Kaelin was on the other side of the ring!

Kash looks down at the giant that stands on the outside, with a hint of fear in his face. He then goes back to Sam picking him up, hitting a strong European Uppercut knocking him back into the corner. Kash follows up with a multiple of kicks to the rib cage of Attic, now leaving him there to fester in the corner. Kash runs in for the second time, this time Sam doesn’t budge an inch…Shining Wizard in the corner…

Waters: Sam’s a pretty boy no more!

Masters: Pretty boy? Have you also got his calendars for the 2010 year, there’s some great photos in there.

Waters: …

Masters: My daughter has it you see…

Waters: Riiight.

The sound of Kris’s knee impacting with Sam’s head echoes around the arena. The large man on the outside seems to be getting frustrated as he slams his fists down on the apron.

Daniels: Boy, that monster slamming his fists down sounds like a freight train hitting the city of Miami.

Masters: *looking around the arena* We can only hope, Jarred.

Kash pulls Sam’s lifeless body from the corner as he now picks him up onto his shoulders, the fans cheering him on, Kaelin oddly just standing there making no emotion…Kash sets him up…Kash evolves the move into a swinging neck breaker, in a diverse way as Sam lands heavily on the ground. Kash covers…

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Waters: Early cover attempted there, but that was an impressive move.

Daniels: Kash pulling out all the stops here maybe. And he doesn’t seem to be un focused in any way.

Sam begins to crawl to his feet as Kash is already there, getting a foot to the ribs of Sam. Kash lifts him back up as Sam slaps Kash straight in the face, the crowd reacting with boos surrounding the arena. Kash goes mental as he chases him, Sam now rolling under the ropes and running for dear life. Kaelin is in the way as Sam stops dead, having to reverse his steps, Kash though already marking him…KASH GOES TO FLY OVER THE ROPES…

Daniels: MY GOD KASH FLIES…FLYING LARIAT…BUT OH-

Waters: Ha ha Kash looked like a marble hitting a brick wall right there.

Daniels: This man is a monster! Who in the World could he be.

Masters: I told you, it’s Mortius.

Kash went to fly through into Sam via over the ropes, however Sam’s bodyguard stepped in the way at the last second, as Kash literally crashed and burned, not even making the near seven footer budge. Sam gets back up as the fans are rioting in the stands. Sam taps the big guy on the shoulder, then turns around as Kaelin steps backwards, not wanting any part of it.

Waters: Is it just me, or does Kaelin seem to be a pretty bad tag team partner here.

Masters: He’s just a smart partner. Kash is hot headed, while Kaelin seems to be the brains. And he knows not to throw himself into a two on one situation.

Daniels: But Shawn maybe right though William, he’s not been exactly enthusiastic about Kash’s performance here so far.

Masters: What do you want from him, Jarred? For him to dance around being a cheerleader?

Waters: I bet he does, to be honest.

Sam revels in the delight of Kash being hurt, now slapping him several times as Kash rolls around on the floor. Sam now picks him up and throws him back into the ring, Sam stands up onto the apron…jumping up…Kash is back on his feet, but Sam springboards…SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT!!!!!!! Sam celebrates the success of his attack once again, as the fans chant ‘Sam Sucks’ frantically. Sam goes back to Kash as he places one foot on his chest, getting a cover…

Daniels: Ridiculous way to go for a pin fall…

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Masters: He’s in complete control, Jarred, so shut your mouth.

Daniels: Only because that freak on the outside got involved.

Masters: You’re right, Kaelin does keep getting involved.

Sam now lifts Kash back up as he seems to be slightly angry with him kicking out. Attic hit’s a knife edge chop, then another, then a third which hits Kash right in the face. Sam now pulls Kash to the center of the ring, lifting him up…Power bomb! Getting another cover…

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Sam gets more frustrated now as he kicks the bottom rope, narrowly missing the head of Kaelin. Sam goes back as he locks in a Rear Naked Choke, slowing the match down completely. The fans are fast at chanting for Kash to escape the hold, Kaelin however just standing still looking bored.

Daniels: This should be the time where Alex lifts his team mates spirits, but instead he seems to not give a damn.

Masters: Ah can you really blame him, Jarred. I mean just imagine spending time with Kris, as he whines on about how he’s going to get revenge, how he’s going to beat Alan, Maynard, win titles, yada yada yada, if I was his partner, I would have turned my back on him a long time ago.

Daniels: How can you blame Kash for being inspired? I mean this is a man who got abandoned and embarrassed by the Fiscus family, and Kaelin respects that Kash wants revenge.

Waters: I’m not sure, maybe you’re reading a little too much into this.

Kash begins to find strength to make it to his feet, as Sam slowly loses grip. Kash hit’s a judo flip on Sam as both men are free. Sam gets back up as Kash hit’s an arm drag. Sam back up again as the match gets quicker, the fans cheering for Kash. Kash grabs Sam, OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY…but no, Sam lands on his feet amazingly. Kash turns around as Sam hit’s a Step up Enziguri…NO…Kash ducks that. Both men are back up again as the fans get louder, respecting the ability of both men.

Daniels: This is a great part of the match, guys, as both men step it up a level, the match getting more fast paced…

Waters: SAM WITH A CART WHEEL KICK…

Kash dodges the kick though once again, Sam staying balanced though as both men square off again. Kash locks Sam up, now getting a hammerlock behind Sam, Sam runs at the ropes as he flips over the top of Kash, now behind him as he grabs him…Inverted Headlock Backbreaker…but no amazingly Kash moonsaults over the knee of Sam landing on his feet.

Waters: This is amazing, no body can get an attack on the other person due to their speed.

Daniels: Both great athletes it has to be said.

Kash now jumps up and attempts a head scissors takedown, and hits it however Sam is straight back up on his feet again. Sam locks up with Kash this time as he locks in an arm bar, Kash drags him down with a takedown, Sam locking up with Kash again, stepping behind him, hitting him on the back of the neck with a couple of forearm smashes. Sam lifts Kash up onto his shoulders now in an Electric Chair position. Sam goes to drop Kash down, however Kris springs off the shoulders of Sam and lands on his feet…MOONSAULT…

Daniels: MY GOD WHAT ATHLETICISM…

Masters: This man isn’t a marble, he is a damn jumping bean. No wonder he teamed up with Krimzon bloody Blaze back in the day.

Waters: SAM COUNTERS THOUGH…KASH WITH A PELE KICK IN THE END…HOWEVER SAM HIT’S A RUNNING DROP KICK IN MID AIR ON KASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: MY GOD I THINK KASH IS HURT HERE.

Masters: Sam got the better of him in the end of that battle. Kash may have a few broken ribs at the hands of Sam Attic.

Sam looks at Kash who is finding it hard to breathe. Finally Alex begins to look interested in the match, and in his tag team partner. Sam laughs at him though, as he now goes over to Kash, weakly kicking him in the ribs, inciting the crowd once more into a massive round of boos.

Waters: Sam should go for the cover here, instead of trying to get another rise out of this crowd here in Miami.

Daniels: Exactly right, but Sam’s cockiness knows no bounds…

Masters: Sam knows what he is doing, he is a Fiscus after all.

Sam now lifts Kash up who hops around the ring, holding his sternum. Sam begins to play with him, as he swipes at the left leg of Kash, Kris falling back down to his knees again. Sam lifts him up again, but this time Kash fights back…rights, lefts, Sam is reeling…Kash runs off to the ropes looking hurt, however still managing to run at pace…

Daniels: OH DISGUSTING…JUST WHEN KASH WAS BUILDING UP SOME OFFENCE…

Waters: The big man grabbed the feet of Kash there, and he lands face first onto the canvas.

Masters: He did nothing of the sort. Kash probably just forgot to tie his shoe laces, just like he can’t seem to wear those jeans properly.

Daniels: These fans know it, and Alex knows it too, finally showing some spark as he walks around to the monster, but that maybe a mistake.

Waters: Well, Alex eventually backs away, his intelligence showing through there. The referee should have seen that one, but now with Sam in control again, he takes advantage here…

Daniels: Sam locking in…THE HANGMAN CLUTCH!

Masters: Ha ha ha, it’s all over, Jarred.

Daniels: I hope it doesn’t end this way. And so do all of these fans.

The fans are now furiously clapping alongside Alex who tries to motivate Kash to get to the ropes. Kris can be heard though screaming in pain, shouting ‘NO’ at the top of his lungs as the referee rapidly asks if he wants to quit. Sam smiles in a sick way, gritting his teeth trying to rip the spine of Kris Kash, pulling back as far as he can with the hold. Kash uses his motivation though as he crawls towards the nearest bottom rope. The unknown monster on the outside makes no movements as he stands watching on.

Daniels: Well Sam’s little plan worked well here it seems, bringing some creep down to the ring to interfere in this great contest.

Waters: I’m not sure you should be insulting this monster here at ringside, Jarred.

Masters: No let him, Shawn. Maybe then he can finally get what he deserves.

Daniels: And Kash doesn’t deserve this, time after time getting screwed by this Fiscus clan.

Kash begins to fade away as Sam shows no remorse in his maneuver, ripping and tearing at the spine of the Realist. The fans pick up the power of their chants, now chanting fully for the former Intercontinental Champion. It begins to work as Kris makes everyone aware he’s not out of it yet, dragging himself and Sam towards the ropes, now just a few feet away.

‘KRIS KASH…KRIS KASH…KRIS KASH…’

Daniels: These fans here in Miami are screaming in packs now, pleading for Kash to make it to the ropes.

Masters: They love the storybook ending don’t they. Well there is no storybook ending here. Just a giant and a genius at work.

Daniels: I’m not so sure of that, William. Kash is now just inches away from the ropes.

Masters: Referee…REFEREE…Alex is clearly pushing the bottom rope towards Kash then.

Waters: He’s not even on that side of the ring you Wallaby!

The fans begin to get the better of Sam as he looks frustrated, knowing Kash is now just inches away from breaking his finisher. The monster on the outside begins to show frustration too now, as he kicks the steps. And soon after, Kash reaches the bottom rope.

Daniels: THIS MATCH ISN’T OVER YET!

Kash rolls free of Sam as the referee makes him break the hold. Sam is furious at the referee as he corners him, almost ready to punch him square in the face. The fans cheer wanting Sam to do it, but he doesn’t in the end, now walking over to the bodyguard on the outside. He leans over the ropes, whispering something to him, then turns back around to face Kash-

Daniels: MY GOD KASH WITH A STRONG LARIAT OUT OF NO WHERE!!!!!!!!!!

Waters: Kash exploded into action there, but both men are now down. I think Kash used up the last bit of energy he had left.

Masters: Get up Sam, damn this referee, first breaking his hold and then distracting him.

Daniels: You really do live in your own little World don’t you.

Alex smashes on the apron again as Kash begins to stir, though still a few meters away from his opponent and making a cover. Sam doesn’t make any movements. Kash rolls over, getting nearer to Attic, he rolls over again, now just crawling within inches of making a cover. But has he got enough energy left?

Daniels: YES!! Kash drapes his arm over Sam!!!!!

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Waters: WAS THAT A THREE?!

Daniels: NO! SAM KICKS OUT AT THE LAST MOMENT! AND ALEX AND THE FANS THOUGHT KASH HAD IT WON THEN!!!

Masters: Sam kicked out just after two, Jarred. He’s hardly even hurt…

Waters: Yes, that is why he’s crawling around the ring trying to pick up his teeth…

Kash is getting back to his feet now as does Sam, the fans going nuts for this contest. Sam goes in for a punch, as Kash gets to his feet finally, and blocks, Kash now with a right hand, and another, then a left, Kash Irish whips Sam into the ropes, Sam comes back…KASH CATCHES HIM WITH A SCOOP SLAM DRIVER! Kash now gets back up as he screams, getting the fans to pick up even more heat. The monster on the outside looks worries as he paces up and down. Kash picks Sam up again who looks out of it now. Kash locks an arm around his waist…

Daniels: MY GOD IT’S THE BANK ROLL!!! WHAT A DEVASTATING IMPACT!!!!!!!!!

Masters: AHHHH!!

Waters: And as you can tell by Willie almost wetting himself then, Kash has a cover!

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Daniels: SO CLOSE!!!!!!

Masters: YES!! Sam Can’t be beat!

Waters: My God another kickout!

Daniels: But how much more could Sam possibly have left after tha-WAIT WHAT IN THE WORLD!!!

Masters: HA HA HA THE MONSTER ON THE OUTSIDE JUST LEVELED ALEX WITH A BIG BOOT!!!!!!!!!!!

Waters: I guess Alex looked at him in the wrong way. And how big is his boot anyway? Size 21?

Masters: I don’t know, maybe we can look at the indent printed on the face of Alex Kaelin. Ha ha ha!

Daniels: And Kash finds himself distracted here, as does the referee. In fact I think the referee is throwing this mystery man out of ringside.

Masters: I’d like to see him try.

Daniels: And Kris is checking on his friend Alex, I’m not sure he is moving, guys.

Waters: WAIT A MINUTE - HOLY KANGAROO KOALA BEAR WALLABY ROLF HARRIS! THAT IS ALAN FISCUS!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Have you got Aussie tourettes?!

Daniels: WHAT IS THE WORLD CHAMPION DOING DOWN HERE!

Waters: He said earlier he wants Kris Kash in a match next edition of Overdrive…maybe he can’t wait that long!

The fans go ballistic with rage as Alan Fiscus runs out of the crowd, and slides into the ring. Kris Kash turns around noticing him…but can’t escape the clutches of Fiscus as he hit’s his legendary OVERTHROW!!!!!!!

Daniels: SO THIS WAS THE PLAN, WAS IT!

Masters: Ha ha, genius. And Alan Fiscus didn’t have to wait until next Overdrive, he’s totally decimated Kris Kash here with that one move. And now Sam can pick up the win! Marvelous.

Waters: Calm down William. Anyone would think you’ve just seen Jesse Montana in handcuffs tied to your bedposts.

Daniels: …

Waters: Sorry.

Daniels: Well this is truly despicable, and the referee didn’t even see a damn thing. Alan Fiscus scurries off down the ramp, with the monster following behind him. And look at Sam, just do happens to be crawling over towards Kash.

Waters: Shall I do it, Jarred, or you.

Daniels: NOT LIKE THIS!

Waters: Bastard!

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Daniels: DAMMIT HE GOT THE WIN!

Masters: YES!! He got the win.

Waters: And just goes to show you, this Fiscus clan is not only vicious, but clever too. Kris Kash may be looking for even more revenge after this, but will he ever get it?

Masters: Not a chance in hell. And also his streak dies with his chances of revenge tonight.

Daniels: I think Alex is just coming to now, as he notices the match being over. Sam slithers out of the ring like a snake, holding his arms up in victory, looking a like a kid in a candy store. And poor Kris Kash is still out of it.

Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner by pin fall…Psycho…SAM ATTIC!

Daniels: Well I can’t wait for Alan Fiscus and Kris Kash next Overdrive, and neither can Kris I bet when he comes around.

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-=- WILL THE FORMER BEST FRIENDS BATTLE? -=-
"The Misfit" Mike Monroe vs Jacob Havok

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Waters: Here it is ladies and gentiles...the match we’ve been looking forward to since Jacob Havok made his return a month ago. Finally, the two former best friends will face off.

Daniels: Havok isn’t wasting ANY time. He is already in the ring with a microphone.

The fans boo as Havok looks around. He is wearing all black, with a black armband around both his arms.

Masters: He looks like someone just died...

Havok raises one arm in the air, signalling for the fans to let him speak.

Havok: On this day...16 years ago...the world lost one of the greatest musicians of all time when Kurt Cobain passed away. April 5th will always be synonymous with the death of Grunge...

A lot of fans actually support Havok’s words.

Havok: And it just keeps getting worse...continuing to drive the sword into the heart of grunge, was the death of Layne Staley, Alice in Chains frontman in 2002...exactly 8 years later...

Havok bows his head before continuing...

Havok: And now...8 years later...another death...tonight...we are going to see the death of “The Coward” Mike Monroe...he will fight me...and he will be unsuccessful!

Waters: And if we are lucky...this year it’ll also be Chad Kroeger...kill off grunge revivals, you know...

Daniels: This isn’t a joking matter Shawn! Havok has issued a death threat to Mike Monroe!

Masters: Daniels you twat...if was figurative!

Daniels: Whatever...here comes Monroe.

Monroe walks out onto the stage, no music playing. He makes his way to the ring as Havok looks somberly up the ring. Mike climbs into the ring and gets in Havok’s face.

Waters: This is it! We are finally going to see it!

Havok grins. He takes a step back and leans forward. He shuts his eyes and points to his chin, giving Mike a free hit. Mike just looks at Jacob and shakes his head. Havok opens his eyes and sees Mike doing nothing. He raises one are in the air, hoping for Monroe to lock up with him. However, Mike glares at Havok. Havok, quite frustrated by this point, grabs the mic.

Havok: What is this Mike!? Who are you?

Monroe: I could ask you the same question...

Havok: Why? I’m still Jacob Havok...I’ve just...cheered up! Knowing you don’t have to worry about keeping others happy really helps! But Mike...I have NEVER seen you turn down a fight! You had no problem kicking a light tube into the side of Brian Blaze’s head last week! Yet you can’t even hit me...the man who has made your life hell for the past month! I always thought you were a coward...but this is too much...wait...I know!

Havok turns his back on Monroe.

Havok: There you go! What person, coward or non-coward wouldn’t take advantage of this? I’m not even looking at you Mike! Look...want me to stare at William Masters? Or Jarred Daniels? I heard Shawn Waters likes dudes...maybe we can gaze lovingly at each other...I’d have NO idea you were going to do anything!

Havok drops the mic and closes his eyes...

Havok: I’m waiting...

Mike grabs the mic.

Mike: Jake...I’m sick of this! What is your problem! I had your spot in Beautiful Agony open for you...instead you screw us all over and go on this stupid tirade against me...and why? Because I didn’t see you at the hospital? You are wrong! Ask Tatum...ask anyone...if I wasn’t wrestling...I was trying to wake you up out of that coma...I spent so much time with you! I don’t know what they did to you in that hospital...maybe some of the drugs they would have given you messed with your head...but you’ve changed! This isn’t you...there is something seriously wrong with you! I’m not going to fight this hollow shell of Jacob Havok...I want the real Jacob Havok! Do you know what one of my favourite matches of all time is? The match between you and I where you defeated me for the X division title. It was an amazing match and there was no love lost at all...you have your best matches against friends...I want THAT Jacob Havok back!

Havok turns around and face Mike.

Havok: So...once again...you won’t fight...after everything I’ve done to you...I’ve cost you two matches...I convinced Tatum’s own sister to leave you all...and still...still you think I...need saving or something? No Mike...NO! I know exactly what I am doing! I am perfectly fine! All I want...is for you to fight! Yes or No...right now!

Mike: No Jake...

Havok drops his head. He shoves Monroe. Mike shakes his head and rolls out of the ring. He walks up to the top of the stage.

Havok: Mike...stop!

Mike stops and turns around.

Havok: I’d watch out if I were you...

Mike raises an eyebrow. He glances up...

CRASH!!!

Waters: Holy crap...was that a cage?

Daniels: I believe so! And it just dropped on Monroe!

Masters: Wow...he wasn’t joking...he really did kill him...

Waters: No...wait!

Mike stands up, a metre away from where the cage landed. He glares at Havok from the stage before turning around walking to the back.

Havok: COWARD! YOU ARE A COWARD MONROE!! Fight me...FIGHT ME GOD DAMMIT!

Havok tosses the mic angrily to the ground.

Waters: We all thought Monroe was dead there...but he rolled out of the way just in time.

Daniels: Well he already has that over Havok.

Waters: What is going to happen between these two men?

Masters: The real question is...who will break first?

Daniels: Isn’t Havok already broken?

Masters: You nitwit...Havok knows exactly what he is doing...he’s getting into Monroe’s head...but Mike’s cowardice is really halting Havok’s plans. This is really a game of mental stamina...something neither of you know nothing about!

Waters: Hey now...I know what it’s like to be in that ring...

Masters: Yeah...but everytime someone got into your head, you chucked a tantrum and ended up screwing up!

Shawn shrugs.

Daniels: Well this is far from over...

Waters: Oh god...here we go again Captain...

Daniels: ...Up next we have Beautiful Agony taking on Youthful Aggression!

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-=- BEAUTIFUL AGONY VS. YOUTHFUL AGGRESSION SIX MAN TAG! -=-
BA (Rowan, Blaze & Kerosene) vs YA (Shane, Harper & King)

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Daniels: We’re just getting ready for our next contest, Shawn Waters will not be joining is during this one, he’s gone to take a phonecall, hopefully he’ll join us before the end of the match

Towers: The next match is scheduled for one fall… and is a… SIX MAN TAG TEAM CONTEST

The crowd uproar as one of the matches most looked forward to is about to start

Towers: Introducing first…

Simple Survival by Mushroomhead hits eliciting a huge response from the crowd

Jessica Towers: Representing Beautiful Agony, Rated E for Everyone Eddie Rowan and the NEW CZW Tag Team Champions… The Spectacle… Brian Blaze and Johnny Kerosene!

The cheers just get louder as the three men make their way down the ramp, slapping fans hands and looking pumped up for the match, Blaze is bandaged up a bit from his earlier assault, and he and Kerosene wearing the belts that just recently had been on the waist of their fellow B.A team mate Eddie Rowan. They make their way into the ring and Kerosene and Rowan go to a turnbuckle apiece and hype up the crowd while Blaze walks up to Jessica and starts rubbing his gold belt with an open and lurid expression on his face. Jessica blushes and turns away from him while Rowan grabs Blaze by the shoulder and spins him around laughing, Blaze flashes a look of innocence before all three men look up the ramp, waiting for the opposition to arrive.

Towers (regaining some composure): And now…

The music changes to We Die Young by Alice in Chains, and the cheers and laughter at Brian turn to boos for the emerging group

Towers: The opponents… representing Youthful Agression, the team of Ryan Shane, Knox Harper and Mike… KING!

More jeers rain down on the trio, who acknowledge them by signaling their distaste to the fans, making crude gestures and evil looks before focusing their attention on the three men in the ring

Daniels: But too late! Beautiful Agony starting this off early as all three men just FLEW over the ropes onto their opponents with cross bodies apiece

Willians: Typical of that group, trying to get the early advantage before the bell

Daniels: Well it doesn’t sound like the crowd see it that way

Blaze grabs King, Rowan takes Knox and Kerosene Shane and they throw them into the ring under the ropes before following in to the delight of the crowd. They pick the men back up and send them towards the ropes, all three landing perfectly executed tandem dropkicks on the return, sending Youthful Aggression back to the ground. Johnny runs to the ropes while Blaze gets on all fours, he runs back and uses Brians back as a springboard…

Daniels: Corkscrew bodysplash onto Knox… and great teamwork

Masters: For a bunch of cheaters

Rowan and Blaze pick up King and Shane and throw them over the top rope to the outside before running across the ring and taking their places at their corner

DING DING

Daniels: And now we’re officially underway and this might be the shortest match in CZW history as Kerosene goes for cover on the already beaten Knox

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Both men get back to their feet and Knox runs at Johnny, who sidesteps and executes a drop toe hold. Knox landing face first on the canvas. Holding his face he gets to his knees and shuffles to his corner… only to find no one there

Williams: This is disgusting, he can’t even tag out because his partners haven’t made their way back to their corners after the assault before the bell

Knox gets to his feet, still holding his jaw and turns straight into a right hook, a left hook, and an uppercut, staggering Knox back to the turnbuckle, Johnny takes a few steps back and runs in…

Masters: BIG BOOT by Harper

Daniels: Illiciting a groan from the crowd as Kerosenes momentum made that impact extra hard

Blaze and Rowan both hold their hands to their heads as they see Kerosene going down, Harper shakes off some of the recent onslaught just as both of his partners finally make their way to the apron, a quick tag to King and Harper picks up Johnny, holding him in a full nelson while King comes in and lands a hard kick to the kidneys of the helpless Kerosene

Daniesl: Well the momentums shifted as Johnny Kerosene sinks to the mat, King grabs his legs and drags him to the center of the ring

The fully recovered Mike King looks over to Blaze and Rowan and smiles a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, he looks back at Kerosene, still with his legs in hand, and locks in a sharpshooter. Kerosene yells out in pain as King fixes his cold smile back on Blaze and Rowan, both men eager to get in…

Daniels: And Kerosene has nowhere to go, scrambling at the mat, this move is especially bad as it wears down your legs as well as putting unbelievable pressure on the lower back… and it looks like Blaze has had enough, he jumps the ropes and is heading towards King… but the referee stops him and is forcing him back to his corner… oh and look at this… Harper and Shane straight in the ring and now laying stamps on the already hurting Kerosenes back and head, now THAT’S cheating!

Williams: Nonsense, that’s comeuppance plain and simple, I applaud them getting their own back in this way

Daniels: You would

Both men finish stomping and head quickly back to their corners just as Blaze gives up complaining, realizing that this was the only way the ref would turn to see the three man assault, he turns just in time to see Shane stepping out and goes over to them, both men holding up their hands in a show of innocence as the fans boo loudly. The referee turns back and slides down to Kerosene, who is in a tremendous amount of pain, asking if he wants to give up. His face red and his arm starting to waver Rowan starts thumping on the turnbuckle as Blaze turns to the crowd and claps starting a Beautiful Agony chant

B A, B A, B A

Johnny in the ring clenches his fist and screams out as he turns over, flipping King to his back, King looks up in surprise , the hold broken, but quickly recovers and scrambles after Johnny who has made a break for his corner. The boos and groans come loud and fast as King grabs Johnnys ankle, a mere two inches from the outstretched arm of Eddie Rowan. King drags Johnny back and gets to his feet, whipping the Tag champion to Youthful Aggressions corner.

Daniels: King makes a tag to Shane, who is LEGALLY in the ring for the first time In this match

Masters: I have to say, I’m proud of the way Youthful Aggression have rallied back after the way they were blindsided at the beginning of this match

King and Shane start to volley punches into the gut and head of Kerosene until the ref counts five, King immediately hold his hands up and goes to the outside

Masters: See, playing by the rules

Shane grabs Johnny by the back of the head and makes him bend double, he then grabs his opponent by the waist and rolls him up to his shoulders…

Daniels: POWERBOMB from Shane, driving Kerosenes already injured back right onto that turnbuckle, things don’t look good here for Beautiful Agony if he can’t get a tag soon

Shane tags back to King who makes his way to the turnbuckle. Shane turns Kerosene onto his back and drags him out form the corner, he makes his way to the outside just as King takes off…

Daniels: Shooting Star Press! Landed perfectly. The pain is etched into Johnnys face as King goes for a cover

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Daniels: And Blaze breaks up the count

Masters: Dirty cheaters

Daniels: The referee sending the increasingly frustrated Blaze back to the outside,

Mike gets up holding the back of his head where Blaze had hit him and Harper on the outside steps into the ring and starts stomping on the downed Kerosene. The referee turns and sees Mike making his way to the corner and looks at Knox, Knoxs signals to the referee that a tag was made and the referee nods as Harper continues the ground stomping of Kerosene, he picks Johnny up and throws him to the turnbuckle before coming in with a missile dropkick, he rolls to his feet and starts baiting the crowd, who all boo loudly at his actions, he grabs Kerosene up and leads him to the center of the ring, looking over at Beautiful Agony and laughing at their anger before lifting Kerosene onto his shoulder, facing up

Masters: Well it’s about to become academical when he hits this Gamma Bom…what the?

The crowd explodes as Johnny Kerosene slips down, grabbing Harpers head and hitting a nackbreaker, they all clap in unison as he starts to crawl towards Blazes outstretched arm, the claps get louder the closer he gets

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Daniels: NO!

The boos and cries of dismay are the loudest of the night as Harper, holding his neck, gets a hold of Kerosenes boot and starts to drag him back

Daniels: But Eddie Rowan has had enough, he sails over the top rope and lands a leg drop on Harper, making him let go of Johnnys ankle

Kerosene wastes no time, and in a last ditch effort jumps for Blazes hand, slapping it soundly as the ref calls a tag and the crowd raise the roof

Daniels: Eddie and Blaze now in the ring as King and Shane run in too, they throw punched at Rowan and Blaze, who block them and start throwing forearms into their opponents heads

Every hit is greeted by a cheer. The hits eventually drive Ryan and Mike back into opposite turnbuckles, Blaze and Rowan look round at each other and nod, whipping both men at the same time so they collide into each other at force in the center of the ring. Eddie runs full force, and leaps cleanly over both the downed men, his left foot landing neatly into the interlocked fingers of the waiting Blaze. Blaze lifts with all his might and Eddie uses the momentum to perform a perfect Moonsault onto both King and Shane, the crowd go absoloutly nuts as Rowan gets back to his feet in a rush of adrenaline and both him and Blaze look out intensely to the fans, who cheer in response. The referee finally manages to get control of the situation and sends Rowan back to his corner, he gets there and helps a completely beaten down Kerosene to his feet, to rest against the ropes as Mike and Shane roll to the outside. Blaze approaches the still down Harper and lifts him by the back of the head, Harper gets to a knee and starts throwing punches into Blazes gut, giving him time to get on his feet. Once there he and Blaze go into a shoulder elbow tie up, and start jockying for position, Blaze, being the fresher man, and still running on adrenaline, comes off better and takes Harper into a hammerlock, kicking the back of Harpers leg and sending him down to his knees, he keeps the hammer lock locked in and the referee comes down to Knox, seeing if he wants to call it quits. Harper shakes his head no and Blaze wrenches the hold in tighter. Harper lets out a scream of pain, but gets slowly to his feet, sending his free elbow back into the ribs of Blaze, who releases the hold.

Daniels: This is shaping up to be a great match, and to think I thought it was going to be one of the shortest in history

Masters: Shows what you know as Knox makes his way over to his corner, tagging in Mike King

There’s a little electric in the air as the men face off

Daniels: These men go back a long way, you have to remember way back when, Brian Blaze was actually PART of Youthful Aggression with that man right there, a lot of history on both sides of the fence with these two

The crowd start to cheer as both men stare at each other, each sizing the other up, both knowing what the other is capable of

Daniels: And they tie up to a huge roar, and Kings beatdown just moments ago seems to be forgotten as he’s fighting with a renewed vigor.

Both men start trading punches back and forth getting booed and cheered respectively. Mike comes off better, landing three blows in a row, and turning Blaze around

Daniels: Tiger Suplex, and he holds it for the pin

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Daniels: And a quick kick out by Blaze, he gets to his feet and ducks a punch from King, chopping at Kings chest he sends his back to the ropes, Blaze now whipping King to the opposite side, King comes back… BLAZING ARROW!

Masters: Oh no, this is a travesty

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Masters: Like a proper team

Daniels: He was in there illegally

Masters: Really, who’s the legal man?

Daniels: But…

Masters: Don’t argue, you know it’s Shane, and speaking of Shane…

Trying to capatalise on the Kill Shot Shane drags Blaze to the center

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But Blaze kicks out, obviously feeling the effects he gets back to his feet a bit more slowly, but the fresher Shane gets there first and is runs in with a superkick, sending Blaze straight back down… he heads to the apron and signals his intentions to the fans, who boo loudly

Daniels: They might not like it, but this is an impressive move

Masters: That’s the spirit… SHOTTING STAR PLANC…. NO!

Daniels: BLAZE GETS HIS KNEES UP! Shane is down and Blaze crawls quickly to the corner… ROWAN’S IN!

The crowd erupt as the completely fresh and eager Rowan steps between the ropes, just in time for Shane to tag in Harper… Harper comes in all guns blazing and runs towards Rowan, who completely leapfrogs his opponent and turns with a roundhouse heel kick, catching the turning Harper in the jaw and sending him to the ground. He gets back up though and runs again with a big boot… but Rowan sidesteps and sweeps Harpers other leg, grabbing the one that was up for the boot and pulling back hard

Daniels: Ouch! Harper nearly made to kick his own head there, and that move hyper-extends the hamstrings, making it hard for Harper to stay on a vertical base

Masters: This is not good, Rowan isn’t stopping there, as he grabs the leg again

Daniels: Rolling leg lock! I love that move, impact on the back as well as that submission move… and Harper is in a bad way, but these fans are loving it.

Rowan flashes a big smile to the crowd as he wrenches in the hold, Harper struggling towards the ropes… but he comes up short.

Masters: And his partner Ryan Shane comes in with the save, kicking Rowan square in the head, forcing a release to that hold… thank god!

Shane goes back to the outside and shouts over at Knox to come over for the tag, Knox gets to his feet and, limping, makes his way over, soundly tagging in Ryan Shane.

Daniels: And Eddie back to his feet now, he looks at Shane and takes a few steps back

Without looking away from Shane Rowan sticks his arm out behind him and Blaze tags in, coming through the ropes and standing side by side with his Beautiful Agony team mate. Shane backs away slightly but both men rush in and double clothesline Shane to the ground, Blaze signals for Eddie to go up high, the crowd start to raise to their feet, Eddie does as requested and looks out over the thousands in attendance, every one looking on in anticipation…

Daniels:…. ST. EDWARDS FALL!!!

Rowan rolls off as Blaze goes for a cover

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Daniels: But the recovered Mike King breaks it up, Rowan on his feet though runs at King and tackles him over the ropes to the outside

Outside, on their knees after the fall they start to trade punches in the concrete. On the inside Blaze has Shane back up and goes to set up the Blaze of Glory…

Masters: But the smart and intuitive Shane reverses into a backdrop, sending Blaze to the ground

Blaze gets up quickly with his back to Shane

Daniels: Big mistake…

Masters:… MOMENT OF CLARITY!

The boos are deafening as Shane goes for the cover

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Kerosene breaks up the count, pushing Shane off Blaze, Shane gets back to his feet…

Daniels: THE FLYING V, Shane is down, and Blaze can’t capatalise as he is still out from that Moment of Clarity

Kerosene gets back to his feet and turns just in time to see Harper running at him, he ducks the clothesline and runs at the ropes, Harper running to the opposite one, and they meet in the middle with a mighty crash as both men go for a crossbody, slamming them both violently to the mat.

Daniels: Four men down in the ring, and here on the outside Rowan and King are now right in front of us, still trading blows with each other. Rowan has grabbed the back of Mikes head, he’s going to smash it into our announce desk…

Masters: No, Mike put on the brakes, and it was Eddie Rowan receiving the face full of table… and again!...and AGAIN! This is great!

Daniels: Not for Eddie Rowan it’s not, or these fans, he’s rolling Eddie onto this tabl… come on guys, get off, we have a job to do

Masters: Shut up and move out of the way!

Mike goes up after Eddie and sets up for the King Krash

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Daniels: EDDIE BLOCKS IT… he lifts King onto his shoulders…. E…V…D! The crowd are going nuts and King just broke this table to pieces

Masters: And…dammit, Rowans back up and heading to the ring…

Rowan hits the ring and rushes over to Shane, who is just getting back to his feet

Daniels: EVENFLOW!!!

Rowan scrambles over to Blaze and shakes him, Blaze looks up groggily to see Rowan pointing at the downed Shane, needing no more motivation he leaps over for a cover

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Daniels: ITS OVER! I can hardly hear myself over the screams of these fans, but yes, Beautiful Agony have won this hard fought contest

Blaze is helped to his feet by Rowan, who in turn help Kerosene come round and lift him to his feet, all three men look out over the fans as Simple Survival plays out to a roaring response.

Waters (sitting down): Erm… what the hell did I miss?

Masters: A travesty of justice, what took you?

Waters: None of your damn business

Daniels: Well next up is Jesse Montana’s address, followed by our main event of the evening, and it’s going to have to be good to beat that, but then again… I'm sure it will be. We’re just going to get a makeshift desk set up, so while that’s happening and while these men make their way to the back, we’ve got this…

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After the break, the camera cuts to the other side of the curtain, following the members of Beautiful Agony as they begin the evaluation of the events just passed. They start making their way down the corridor towards their locker room, when suddenly.. the lights go out.

ROWAN: Hmm...

BLAZE: ..Shit.

Suddenly, the sound of violence penetrates the darkness, grunts of pain and physical excursion being mixed with the sound of flesh hitting bone and bone hitting brick. After a few seconds, the lights come back on, revealing Rowan and Kerosene both laying in a heap on the floor, reeling from whatever presumable assault they just suffered.

DANIELS: Bah Gawd, someone just took out.. but.. where's Blaze?

The screen cuts again, to a different, seemingly deserted corridor. Up just ahead is a turning off to the right, in front of which stand a collection of brooms, mops, and various other pieces of wooden janitorial equipment. A couple of seconds pass, before Brian Blaze comes charging out of the turning, and crashes right into the wood. He groans in discomfort on the floor as the various bits crash down on top of him, and slowly tries to drag himself free. However, he does not get far before his assailant follows him out of the turning, charging up behind him and delivering a swift stomp to the back of the head.

DANIELS: I knew it! This guy again!

WATERS: Twice in one show?

MASTERS: The Trinity must REALLY be pissed about Timmons being X-Champion!

The assailant pulls BB to his feet, and leads him down the corridor towards a large buffet table. He slams BB's head down onto it, then grabs a chopping board, shakes off the various sliced meats laid on top of it, and cracks BB in the skull. BB slumps to the floor, and the assailant sweeps the food off the table before pulling it away from the wall, angling it across the corridor. He then grabs BB and lays him on the table, before walking around to the other side and climbing up onto a row of equipment crates lining the wall beside where the table was. He walks to the far end of it, tracing his fingers along the wall as he does so.

DANIELS: I think BB may be about to "get wood"..

MASTERS: In your dreams, Jarred.

DANIELS: ...

WATERS: Haaaa!

The assailant turns, and runs atop the crates, leaping off and hitting BB with a senton bomb, both men crashing through the table onto the concrete floor.

WATERS: And that's number three!

The assailant gets, somewhat gingerly, back to his feet, feeling his knee slightly as a result of the impact. He soon composes himself though, and bends over the motionless BB to make the "X" symbol again, before walking out of shot. The camera focuses on BB, tangled up amongst the bits of broken wood, before cutting to a commercial.

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~~ JESSE MONTANA'S HOMETOWN APPRECIATION CEREMONY! ~~

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The arena turns into a frenzy of boos which almost drown out the sound of the legendary bells which gong, signaling the arrival of the CZW President, Jesse Montana. As ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ begins to pick up rhythm, a red luminous spotlight glimmers down upon the entrance ramp, as four figures stand in the darkness. Tim Timmons, Mountain Man, Derek Damage and Jesse Montana all walk out side by side as the fans boo even louder now, with numerous chants of obscenities and malicious words.

Waters: I find it funny people in his home town hate him just as much as the rest of us…if not more so!

Masters: And I find it funny people like you, the virgin over there and all of these morons still disrespect him, and at any time he could close this damn show down and let you all cry yourselves to sleep.

Daniels: Well Montana can threaten all he likes, these people have a right to express their feelings, and so do we, William.

Masters: And so do I, Jarred.

Waters: Oh Willie, old pal, I think you express your feelings every time Jesse Montana comes into view. You express all too much.

Masters: Is that the best you can come up with? You must have been brought up by a pack of randy koala bears, Shawn, because you have one demented little mind. The fact is, I earn more that you and Jarred, because I show Mr. Montana respect.

Waters: Bollocks, Willie, you earn more that me and Jarred because you work over time, giving your beloved Mr. Montana hea-

Daniels: Okay guys, I think we better calm it. After all these fans are rioting enough, without us starting.

Waters: These fans don’t want to appreciate a back-stabbing, money grabbing, spotlight leeching, ass bandit like this chauvinistic pig, they would rather see him burn on a stake than appreciate him.

Masters: Just shows how selfish these people are, and you Shawn. You would be still in that ring fighting low lives if it wasn’t for Montana.

Waters: You’re damn right William, I would still be in that ring probably if it wasn’t for Montana, and I wouldn’t be here working with a brown nose like you.

Daniels: And guys, think of where The Jackal may be now if it wasn’t for Jesse. At Road to Glory, we saw one of the most heinous attacks ever in the Combat Zone, after Karl became the-

Waters: Yes, after Karl won the annual event I gave a name to, The Tower of Power, Montana and his dogs took a bite out of the Jackal, and he may never wrestle again.

Daniels: It was shades of Impaler, and his neck injury. An injury Karl knows very well, having broken his neck back in Japan all those years ago. Not much has been diagnosed from Karl’s situation, however taking a beating like that, I’m surprised he’s still alive.

Masters: Look, Karl would still be fighting in Japan if it wasn’t for Mr. Montana and Shawn you would be a no body. We all need to look at the big picture here, Karl was a maniac and deserved to be put down. Just like we do to all rabid creatures. And now I’m happy that Mr. Montana and others are free to roam CZW, without-

Waters: He’s free to be a complete jackass again, and now he’s coming down here to gloat.

Masters: STOP BLOODY CUTTING ME OFF!

Waters: STOP BEING BRITISH!

Jesse Montana and his associates are now down the ramp as balloons begin to fall from the skies landing on the stage, in the ring and amongst the fans. The lights glow down upon the ring as the fans still drown out the famous theme tune of the Sensation. Timmons is first to slide into the ring with his X Title in hand. Mountain Man steps over the three ropes, as Derek climbs through. Jesse Montana decides to walk up the stairs, then onto the apron as all three men in the ring hold the ropes for him to climb through.

Masters: You see, these guys appreciate what a great man and boss Mr. Montana is, why can’t these parasites do the same?

Waters: These fans know Jesse for the man he really is, and hardly a man at that. I’ve seen him in the changing rooms, I think he was born a female.

Masters: Dispicable, making up rumors like that. I happen to know Mr. Montana is hun-erm…never mind.

Waters: OH…do you now, Willie? Hahaha.

Daniels: These fans feel Mr. Montana is a let down to their city and state, not a role model. Not a leader.

Masters: Mr. Montana should become British and join a nation with morals and dignity.

Waters: He should change his name to Jesse Masters too!

Jesse Montana has now grabbed a microphone off Jessica Towers at ringside, who tries to scuffle back to her seat, avoiding the grasps of Derek, Tim and Newsome. Montana stands in the middle of the ring surrounded by decorative and celebrative items, as his associates stand by his side. The fans do not settle down after the music ends, still chanting and rioting within the stands.

Masters: Somebody shove a bloody hotdog in their mouths, shut them hooligans up.

Waters: Is that what Montana does to you Willie? Shoves a sausage in your mouth to stop you from screaming?

Daniels: Guys please, I think Jesse is about to speak. Not that I want to listen!

‘YOU SUCK…YOU SUCK…YOU SUCK…YOU SUCK…’

Montana: Now…Guys…calm down guys. I mean I know here in the States were not all that fond of Canadians, but there is no reason to be this dis-respectful to Tim. I mean after all, he is the X Division champion. Show him some damn respect.

Jesse looks over at Tim and makes sure he’s okay, smirking as he looks back at the crowd, who are clearly booing for the Sensation. Now chants turn to ‘Jesse Sucks’ as Montana gives a more serious face, as he looks over the thousands and thousands of fans in his home town of Miami.

Montana: Now this is the reason I’m not called Jesse Miami. You see, this place is full of people like you. People who don’t know how to show respect. People who have been brought up by other cave dwelling animals, like yourself, and don’t know any better. I guess for me to be angry at you, for your learning deficiencies would be completely wrong, and something quite frankly I’m not going to do. It’s not your fault you parents gave you whisky when you were toddlers. It’s not your fault your Fathers had to breast feed you, because your mothers was in prison and they thought it was best. And it’s not your fault that your Uncle Jim happens to be your sister, it’s just the card God dealt you!. So when you look up at me and see such a phenomenal athlete, sensation business man, and just a great human being, no wonder you feel a little jealousy and malice towards me. Believe me, if I was as retarded and dysfunctional as all of you, I would boo me too.

‘Jesse is a TWAT…Jesse is a TWAT…Jesse is a TWAT!’

Montana: No…No…No…don’t go using that repulsive language just because you were never brought up with a dictionary. I bet you use the pages from the Bible as toilet paper, don’t you? Well, I am here tonight to give all of my thousands of fans around Miami and my millions of fans around the World a gift here tonight, because guys, I’m in a generous mood. Being from Miami myself, I know you people have never really had any decent role models. Your parents are in prison. Your sports teams aren’t exactly any better, I guess your thinking, why on Earth does Mr. Montana put up with us? And yes, it’s hard at times, but I’m a loyal man, and I just want to help. People like yourselves need all the help you can get, let’s face it. And me being such a generous and kind hearted individual, I thought that tonight, would be my standing out, as…YOUR ROLE MODEL!

Daniels: I’m not sure I can stand to listen to anymore of this.

Masters: Well get out then, if you don’t want to accept Mr. Montana’s generosity, then GET OUT! ALL OF THESE FANS CAN FOLLOW YOU!

Daniels: I’ll stay here thank you very much. And so will all of these great fans here in Miami.

Montana: When I look back at the previous Mayors that this city has had over the past several years, it just reassures my belief that you people need someone like myself to look up to. Maybe once all of you accept my hand in friendship, and honor me like the God Amongst Men I am…then…THEN you can share the same city as me. You can call yourselves true Americans.

Jesse Montana makes a salute to the fans who are now almost trying to break over the barricades just to get their hands on the President of CZW.

Montana: I mentioned I’m in a good mood, well I’m particularly in a good mood after what happened last fortnight at Road to Glory III. Lets take a look…

Cameras turn towards the Combat-Tron as footage of the events which happened after the Tower of Power is shown.

Jarred: Karl Jackson is heading out of the ringside area and you can see the blood, the marks on his body showing what hes been through tonight. You cant deny it, the man is a modern-day warrior, a fighter through and through. And your 2010 Tower of Power winner. I think we'll...

Suddenly Wanted Man by Rev Theory begins to play and the lights flicker and dim.

Waters: Thats the music of Tim Timmons! And there he is with The Mountain Man at the top of the ramp!

Tim raises the microphone to his mouth where he stairs down at Jackson who is looks back not taking his eye off Tim.

TT: "Jackson when I say I am going to do something I do it, I told Jesse I would take you out and that is exactly what I am going to do tonight you think putting me in that Jackal Lock was going to scare me away... Jackson I am still standing and as long as I am standing I will keep doing what I do best... ENDING CAREERS!!!"

Masters: Next Generation said they would take Karl out, and after that Tower match, there is no way The Jackal can fight them off.

Jarred: But hes going to try! Without hesitation, Jackson has picked up a steel chair and hes brandishing it as if he will swing it if either of the other men come too close.

Jackson, shouting: Come on! Come on, what are you waiting for?

Mountain Man glares at Jackson but does not speak. Timmons has his hands up as if in peace, talking quietly. The two men walk down the ramp a bit, but keeps a good distance between them and the chair wielding Karl Jackson.

Jarred: Wait, someone is coming out of the audience behind Jackson even as Timmons begins pointing his finger and shouting at Karl...Tim is distracting The Jackal...and CALEB WALKER ATTACKING KARL JACKSON FROM BEHIND! I cant believe this!

Within seconds, Caleb pounds on his opponent with stiff forearms and stomps as Karl first drops to his knees, and then to his belly, the steel chair clattering to a stop next to him. Tim Timmons and Mountain Man are closing in...and get in Calebs face! Caleb and Tim are glaring into each others eyes, their entire bodies clenched and ready to fight.

Masters: Whats going on here? If hes not with Next Generation, what is The God of War doing here?

A question answered in a moment when all three standing men begin to smile...and Caleb and Timmons shake hands! They turn toward the nearest camera and Caleb mouths the words Next Generation. I’m back, baby!

Masters: YES! YEEEEEEES! Next Generation is a group again, not just a team!"

Jarred: But now they are turning their attention back to Jackson. They are yanking the man to his feet. This is going to be horrible!

Waters: Jackson takes a swipe at Timmons but Mountain Man plants a boot right into his midsection...and a blatant low-blow from Caleb Walker! Just like before.

Jarred: Thats despicable.

Masters: Yeah, isnt it great!

Caleb Walker stands Jackson up, lifts him into Lifting Backbreaker position...then drops down on his butt, Jackson jammed painfully into Calebs shoulder on impact and his body bending in a way it shouldnt.

Masters: ABSOLUTE POWER!

Caleb helps stand Jackson back up, and Mountain Man lifts his opponent up as if for a vertical suplex...then brings him down into a Jackhammer style suplex/bomb!

Masters: And a Fallen...TIIIIIIIIIMBERRRRRR!

Karl is on the aluminum ramp, not moving. Caleb and Newsome nod satifactorily and give each other a high-five, but Timmons demands that Karl be stood up again. Caleb cocks his head slightly at the command and steps back, telling Tim to do it himself! Tim looks angry for a moment, then lifts Karl up...and positions him for a Tombstone piledriver. Caleb and Newsome head for nearby structures: for Newsome, its the Steel chair that Karl had been holding as he unfolds it and climbs up. For Caleb, its the near announcers table!

Jarred: Hey, get down from here!

Waters: No. They cant...

Masters: Yes they are! They are going to double-spike the T-Crusher! Ha ha ha!

Newsome and Caleb jump from their respective perches while grabbing one of Karls legs, pushing the victim down even as Tim executes the T-Crusher tombstone piledriver! The crash can be heard over the protests of the crowd as Karls head crashes into the floor! A moment later, Timmons, Newsome, and Walker survey what theyve done and let the EMTs get to Jackson, who hasnt even twitched since that third huge finishing move! With self-satisfied smirks, the trio head back up the ramp even as the EMTs call for a stretcher!

Montana: Now this is why myself and my associates are true, great Americans.

Timmons taps Jesse on the shoulder and tells him he’s a proud Canadian, as Jesse just shakes his head in disappointment, and goes back to talking to the fans.

Montana: We saved all of you and all of CZW from that vicious, psychotic gremlin. And once again, you should thank us. But in your twisted, f**ked up little minds, you actually thought Karl Jackson was a hero. And once again, I can’t blame you. It’s all you have known, you thought going around screaming for others peoples blood, breaking ankles and attacking people was the norm. You have seen it all your lives, in your homes, in the streets, some of you live on the streets so of course you thought it was heroic. But truly, it was us, four men who put our lives on the line to save all of you, we are the true heroes. We are the ones who fight for our country. And I am sure, Miami and the whole of America, is proud of me, Jesse Montana.

Montana: So with the departure of that animal, I’m willing to give all of my Miami fans a rare treat. You will learn to look up to me as your hero, as your savior. You will call me your Mayor of Miami. You see, just outside the arena here tonight, I’m about to make history. The name Jesse Montana will live on not only in your minds, but in your vision too. You see, outside, you may or may not have noticed, several men working on something for the past few weeks. Of course most of you have been in the pub for the past few weeks, those of you that have been recently released from prison that is.

Montana: But if you look up at the Combat Tron again, that’s that big screen up there. Most of you probably thought it was a portal into another universe or something, I don’t know you’ve probably been licking toads or what not. But if you look up at the big screen, you will see right outside this very arena.

Montana: In a few moments time, history will be made, Miami will be known as the birth of the greatest human being amongst us since Jesus. Men, please unveil…my work of art…Miami’s own…

Montana: STATUE OF MONTAN-

Suddenly the crowd explode into a fit of excitement as the Combat Tron shows the statue…only it is not a statue of the CZW president, Jesse Montana, the large concrete figure has the face of the Jackal. Jesse Montana and his associates begin to go frantic inside the ring, as Montana screams at the Tron, furious that his statue has not been created. Chants echo around the arena…

‘JACKAL…JACKAL…JACKAL…JACKAL…’

Montana holds up the microphone again as he hops around the ring like a headless chicken, trying to shut the crowds of Jackson fans up.

Montana: He’s not here…HE’S NOT HERE…HE’S CRIPPLED YOU BUNCH OF MORONS…YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE JACKAL IN THIS RING AGAIN!

Suddenly the lights go out.

Daniels: Ha ha I think Montana spoke too soon. Maybe the Jackal isn’t injured, we haven’t heard of his condition, maybe the Jackal is here in Miami, Florida…tonight!

Masters: Don’t be bloody stupid, and stop getting so bloody excited, your making these rabid dogs here in the stands go ballistic. Montana took Karl out and he’s not coming back.

Daniels: Then why has the lights gone out, William.

Waters: And why was that statue the face of the Jackal?

Masters: Look you two, our scaring poor Mr. Montana. Stop spreading gossip like a couple of school girls.

The lights around the arena remain off, as the chants of the Jackal get louder and louder, the whole arena about to implode with a buzz that the Jackal is here in Montana’s home town. Slowly the lights come back on…

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Masters: AHHHH Montana…get out before that lunatic attacks you. Somebody get some help down here.

Daniels: The Jackal has decimated by the looks of it, Derek Damage, Mountain Man and Tim Timmons.

Waters: And he’s done it in a matter of seconds, Jarred. And Jesse is all alone now, with no where to run.

Daniels: Go on Willie, go and save your beloved hero.

Masters: I’m not bloody stepping foot in that ring with that maniacal beast.

‘WE WANT BLOOD…WE WANT BLOOD…WE WANT BLOOD’

Masters: These cretins are like a pack of hungry wolves, and Mr. Montana was about to help these ingrates, what a bloody travesty.

Waters: Not hungry wolves, Willie…JACKALS! Ha ha ha.

Daniels: YEARS OF MONTANA’S RUBBISH…HAS BUILT UP TO THIS…AND NOW THE SHOWDOWN BEGINS!

Waters: Where better for the Jackal to get his ultimate revenge, than in the place Jesse calls his home.

Masters: SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!

The fans act like wild animals on the hunt for Montana’s blood, as Jesse Montana is now trying to plead with Karl not to hurt him. As the Jackal closes in, Montana is forced backwards into the corner, as he drops to one knee. Montana is heard screaming to the Jackal to leave him alone, as his helpers still lie unconscious, allowing Karl to get a one on one fight with his long term nemesis

Daniels: How angry must the Jackal be right now, Shawn? I mean Montana is the guy who has cheated him out of the World Title before. He’s tried to have him killed before. He’s had him attacked and injured, mistreated since the day he arrived here, all apart of Jesse’s devious plans.

Waters: How angry is he? Can’t you see, Jarred? His veins are almost popping out of his skin. His head has turned purple. I think I can actually see steam protruding from his nostrils.

Masters: Mr. Montana only tried to help all of us, this psycho could destroy this whole empire which Montana has built. And people like you two and these mongrels actually want it to happen.

Daniels: YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT! COME ON JACKAL!!!

The whole of Miami, the fans, even the commentators and the ring side staff want Karl to get revenge, as Jesse Montana has given up pleading. The Combat Tron shows the face of Montana as he gulps his final breath, the Jackal now strikes.

Daniels: THE JACKAL ATTACKS MONTANA!

Karl lifts Jesse up and plants him down with a hard belly to back suplex. Karl then sits over Montana as he begins to choke the life out of him, the fans cheering along. Montana struggles away as he tries to crawl under the ropes, but Karl grabs his legs and pulls him back in. Karl now drops and elbow drop on his lower back, then another. Jackson lifts Montana up as he throws him like a rag doll into the corner. Karl now unloads with lefts and rights, kicks and knees, elbows, head butts, even beginning to bite his face.

Waters: Montana looks like a pinball here, Jackson is a beast.

Masters: Somebody for the love of God stop this.

But there is no savior for Montana tonight, as Jackson hits an Ocean suplex on his rival, Montana crashing to the ground with venom.

Daniels: APOCALYPSE!!! THAT’S JACKAL’S NEWEST MANEUVER.

Karl walks around the ring as he builds up more cheers from the home town fans of Miami. Karl then pulls off chain from around his own neck, wrapping it around his right hand about to use it on his boss.

Masters: This is getting out of hand now. Dammit Jesse Montana pays all of these security each and every month, and none of them are helping him here tonight. Bloody feeble it is.

Waters: I think these fans are going to get their wish, guys. Jackal is about to get Montana’s blood.

Daniels: With a chain, this doesn’t look good for the Sensation.

Karl sits over Montana once more as once again we hear Montana plead with the man he tried to take out. Jackson smiles in a sick way as he begins to force the chain that sits around his knuckles into the face of the Sensation.

Masters: DON’T RUIN HIS GOOD LOOKS!!

Waters: May be a paper bag job for you Willie, after this!

Daniels: Montana is busted open…WE HAVE BLOOD FOLKS! Jackson isn’t stopping though, and Montana isn’t making a sound anymore, he’s just Karl’s punching bag.

Karl stops hitting him finally as blood surrounds Montana as a crimson pool inside the ring. Jackal begins to diabolically bite the head of Montana, as he sits back up, actually having his victims blood dripping down his own jaw, and staining his teeth.

Masters: THIS GUY IS A BLOODY CANNIBAL…GET THE POLICE DOWN HERE…OR THE CIA!

Daniels: I doubt the C.I.A are going to do anything here, William. I hate to say it, or maybe I don’t hate to say it, but this maybe the end of our CZW President. This Jackal is capable of homicide.

Masters: Exactly why Mr. Montana was trying to rid CZW of him. But no one listened, and now this maniac is playing in Mr. Montana’s blood.

The fans chant for the Jackal as he now stands up, leaving the blood stained chain to one side. Karl rips the straps of his outfit down, as the fans know exactly what is coming.

Daniels: JACKAL LOCK…AND HE COULD BE LOOKING TO CRIPPLE THE SENSATION!

Karl applies the hold as no sound is heard from Jesse, just the sound of the fans cheering, and Karl ripping and tearing at the ankle of the Company President. Even still, no security or staff or EMT’s or anyone come down to the ring, no one willing to save Montana. Jackal now lies back with the grip on his enemies ankle perfect. He grapevines his legs around the leg of Montana, as he makes horrifying wrenching motions to the leg, beginning to tear the bone from the socket and tissue.

Waters: Montana may never walk again after this. I’ve never seen the hold applied this viciously before.

Daniels: A mad man has the strength of ten men they say, and Karl’s strength may be enough to snap Montana’s leg right off here!

Masters: Poor Mr. Montana…

William almost begins to cry as the fans react in the complete opposite way. Karl now kneels up, as he puts all of his weight into ripping and wrenching Montana’s ankle. Karl now isn’t just keeping the hold on, he is trying with every second that goes by, to snap the bone. Karl grits his teeth as the fans begin to quite down. Blood is seen dripping down his jaw, Montana’s blood on the Jackal’s teeth. He grits and he grits, until…

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Daniels: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!

Waters: That’s just sick…

Daniels: I think William has passed out. And these thousands of fans have gone silent.

Waters: They wanted the blood of Montana, but this has possibly gone too far.

Masters: It’s gone WAY TOO FAR DAMMIT…THIS MAN SHOULD BE INCARSERATED FOR WHAT HE’S JUST DONE!

Daniels: Never have I seen a sight like that. I’d just like to personally apologize for what you may have seen at home. Hopefully they will not broadcast this, but as Jesse Montana’s lifeless body lies in the middle of the ring, clearly passed out from the pain, the Jackal has just snapped the left leg of our President.

Fans around the arena remain quiet as EMT’s finally rush to the ring. Karl stands up, looking at Jesse, even shock on the face of the Jackal. The cameras refuse to show the mess that Montana is left in, however the split second clip we saw earlier was enough to make even a grown man puke.

Daniels: Jesse Montana may regret ever messing with this man, he will regret for ever more, the day he decided to screw Karl Jackson.

Masters: THAT MAN SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO WRESTLE HERE…HE SHOULD BE LOCKED UP!

Daniels: Jesse Montana had it coming.

Waters: Trust me, he’s had it coming for a long time.

Masters: Screw this, I’m going to help.

William Masters leaves the commentary desk as the fans whisper amongst themselves William now checking on Montana alongside the EMT’s. Karl shows no remorse on his face as he leaves ringside, leaving the crowd in shock. Montana is placed onto a stretcher, with support around his neck, head and legs. Cameras try not to show too much graphic details, however we see enough to know the situation is serious.

Daniels: Folks, once again I apologize if this offended you in anyway. We weren’t to know what was to happen here tonight. Of course this feud has been volatile from the start, and has built up for almost two years now. The Jackal finally got the revenge he promised, in the home town of the Sensation, and Jesse Montana may never be the same again.

Waters: We better cut to a commercial break here as the EMT’s finish up, and maybe we will get William back here too.

Daniels: You’re right Shawn. We’ll be straight back after this folks, the main event still to come here tonight.

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-=- A BARBED WIRE ROPES MATCH TO END THE FEUD! -=-
"The God Of War" Caleb Walker vs "The Hawaiian Hustler" Kimo Newton

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A video package highlighting the intense rivalry between Caleb Walker and Kimo Newton is played as the ring-ropes are being swapped out for barbed wire, the fans’ anticipation growing more and more as each rope is finally secured into place. Finally, from ringside, Jessica Towers steals their attention away.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for tonight’s MAIN EVENT! This match is a grudge match and is scheduled for ONE FALL, and, as you can see, the standard ring-ropes have been exchanged for BARBED WIRE!!”

Louder cheers from the crowd now as they await the bloody spectacle that is sure to follow.

Towers: “Introducing first…”

“My Hood” plays as Kimo struts out onto the stage, a bottle of rum in hand. He points to the crowd and pours a little bit of it out onto the ground as they cheer him on.

Towers: “From Honolulu, Hawaii-“

Before Towers can even finish, Caleb Walker rushes Kimo from behind, bashing him across the back with a 2x4!

Daniels: “Good lord! Walker just ambushed Kimo and snapped that board over his back!!”

*Ding-ding-ding!*

Daniels: “Well, this one is under way, but Caleb Walker has stolen the advantage before the opening bell! Walker now has Kimo’s rum!!”

Waters: “Caleb pulls Kimo up by his hair…oh crap!!”

*SMAAAASH!!*

Masters: “HA HA HA!! I LOVE IT!! Right in the FACE!! The bottle shatters and now Kimo is bleeding like a stuck pig!”

Waters: “What does that expression even mean?”

Daniels: “Kimo could be in some SERIOUS trouble already in this match as Walker has done a significant amount of damage in mere seconds, and now Kimo will have to deal with the blood loss the longer he stays in this fight!”

Waters: “Walker now grabbing Kimo and dragging him to ringside, throwing him into the ring. He rolls in as well, careful to avoid the barbed wire. Walker now stalking Kimo, waiting for him to get to his knees before driving those huge forearms down across the back. Walker clubbing Newton over and over and over!”

Masters: “Just stay down, Kimo! Do something smart for once!”

Daniels: “Walker taking a little time to pose for the fans, and predictably, they boo him out of the building. Caleb now pulling Kimo to his feet and locking in an abdominal stretch! Caleb yells at Kimo, telling him to quit!!”

Waters: “If Kimo doesn’t figure a way out of this quick, he might not have any other choice!”

Masters: “Still time to do that one smart deed, Kimo! Submit! Acknowledge that Caleb Walker is the better man and you might be able to leave the arena under your own power!”

Daniels: “Kimo is fading but…what’s he…HE’S BITING HIM!!”

Waters: “Kimo was able to reach Caleb’s hand and he is now biting down as hard as he can!! Caleb roars in pain and breaks the hold, throwing Newton to the mat! Walker shakes off the pain in his hand, waving it rapidly and then rushes Kimo…DROP TOE-HOLD!! CALEB FALLS FACE-FIRST INTO THE WIRE!!”

Daniels: “Caleb picks himself up, but…Kimo with a front-dropkick kicks him head-first BACK into the wire again!! Caleb’s head is now a bloody mess as well!!”

Masters: “This is…just…whew…”

Waters: “Gonna get sick there, chap?”

Masters: “Piss off, waterboy!”

Daniels: “Kimo snares Walker with a running bulldog! Here’s the cover!”

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Waters: “Walker able to break the pin, and this match is going to continue! Kimo is now slowly heading for the top rope!”

Masters: “Good luck not barbing yourself in that endeavor, fool!”

Daniels: “Newton is able to make it to the top…Caleb slowly to his feet now and Kimo FLIES with a cross body!! REVERSED INTO A POWERSLAM!!”

Waters: “PIN!!”

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Masters: “That was yet another slow count!”

Waters: “Don’t you ever get tired of hearing yourself say that?”

Masters: “Y-….no.”

Daniels: “Caleb slowly to his feet, pulling Kimo up with him as well. Both men moving a lot more sluggishly now, likely from the large amounts of blood both have lost so far! He hooks Newton in a gut-wrench…POWERBOMB!! Walker covers and hooks the leg!!”

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Waters: “AMAZING resiliency by Kimo! Walker pounds the mat and then looks to the turnbuckle…he’s going up!”

Masters: “Er…I don’t know if this is the best move…”

Daniels: “Walker up top, teetering a bit but he manages to keep his balance…and he leaps with the FLYING ELBOW!!”

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Daniels: “Caleb crashes and burns! Both men down!!”

Waters: “Slowly…slowly both men making it to their feet. Caleb sluggishly grabs Kimo but Newton shoves him HARD into the wire!! Caleb roaring in pain now as he falls to his knees. SUPER-KICK BY KIMO!! THERE’S THE PIN!!”

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Daniels: “Newton can barely believe it! The look of exhaustion on his face is clear as he now goes back to the top rope! He could be going for that foot-stomp!”

Waters: “He’s taking too much time! After losing so much blood, it’s amazing he can even walk right now! “

Masters: “Walker is up! He clips Kimo’s legs and now he’s pulling him off of the buckle! He has him up for…for THE ABSOLUTE POWER!!”

Waters: “NO! SUNSET FLIP!!”

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Masters: “HE KICKED OUT!!”

Daniels: “He DID, just a moment too late! Kimo Newton has won!!”

“My Hood” begins to play as Kimo is announced the winner. Both men lie motionless in the ring as EMTs rush down to check on both of them.

Daniels: “What an episode of Overdrive this has been! Tune in next time for more great CZW action!”