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CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
July 12th 2010
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- UNRESOLVED CONFLICT! -=-
-=-TAG TEAM EXTRAVAGANZA! -=-
-=- BAD ASS RETURNS TO ACTION, MAYHEM GETS HIS SHOT AT PAYBACK! -=-
-=- WRIGHT'S FIRST CHALLENGER IS NAMED - CZW WORLD TV TITLE MATCH! -=-
-=- YA's NEWEST MEMBER FACES THE GOD OF WAR! -=-
-=- OVERDRIVE'S OPENING CONTEST! -=-
plus:
More from Overdrive's NEW GM!
What will happen next in the struggle between BA and YA?
Derek Damage will speak out!
And more!
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The scene opens up in an office, decorated nicely with fine oak furniture. At the desk, you immediately see new Overdrive GM Theresa Baines on the phone with someone. You can hear the crowd's positive reaction to her once they see her on the Combat-Tron. She is wearing a white business top, and her long brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail.
BAINES: "Yes, well... we can figure something out. Alex Kaelin is a introval part of my roster, but if he needs time off to take care of personal business, so be it. We'll pull him from the Money in the Bank match, and find a replacement. Hopefully he will be back soon, I really see a lot of potential in him. Yes..."
Just then the door to the office slams open, and in walks CZW World Heavyweight champion Alan Fiscus, along side his valet and lover, Hellena. You hear the crowd boo loudly. Baines, who is apparently on the phone with Kaelin's agent, immediately says she has to go and puts the phone down on its receiver. She doesn't seem intimidated, however. Alan is wearing blue jeans and a "Red Star Syndicate" t-shirt, along with the World title around his waist. Hellena is wearing an all-black leather outfit, almost like a BDSM outfit. She sneers at Theresa, as does Alan.
BAINES: "Hello, Mr. Fiscus."
FISCUS: "Listen to me, woman. I don't know where you came from... or what you think you're doing, but getting on the champ's bad side right off is NOT the way to start a successful career in the CZW."
BAINES: "I know exactly what I am doing, Mr. Fiscus. You have become the longest reigning World heavyweight champion, and I want only the best matches on my product. Pitting you against two other men... who have both defeated you before... is going to be epic."
FISCUS: "Oh, there's no doubt it will be epic. It will be both Maynard' and Zilla's LAST match, as I plan to RETIRE them. You'd better get wise, and on my side, or this little petty respect I'm showing for you right now by not unleashing Hellena on you, will end. Now, since you're forcing me to defend against two of the worst wrestlers ever, as the champion, I deserve the right to name the stipulation. This can't be just a normal match, it's not fair to Fiscus."
Baines stands up.
BAINES: "Fiscus, do NOT threaten me. I will have both of you locked up and suspended in a flash if you do anything stupid. And believe me, I'm a tough girl. I can handle myself. Your match WILL be epic, for sure, Alan. You want to name the stipulation? So be it. As champ, you get that right."
FISCUS: "Damn straight I do. And you should already know the stipulation. What match have I NEVER lost in? What match is my creation, my brainchild? The RIOT MATCH, of course. Oh yes. The first ever TRIPLE THREAT Riot match, at that."
The crowd react to this announcement with anticipation.
BAINES: "A Riot match, that's just fine and dandy. But you see, Mr. Fiscus, you don't have all the cards just yet. I have MORE in store for you, champ. I'm not going to reveal it just yet... as I'm all about surprise, and THIS, my friend... is a HUGE surprise. Now, please, leave my office before I call security."
Fiscus just looks right in her face, surprised at how she is not scared of him.
FISCUS: "This is unfair, Baines! This is a conspiracy! This won't go forgotten, woman! Guarantee it!"
Fiscus grabs Hellena's hand, and quickly storms out of the office. Baines lets out a small sigh of relief and rolls her eyes, as we then cut to Overdrive's opening video.
*BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!* The opening pyros flare as the cameras survey the crowd, taking lingering shots at this weeks signs: 'THERESA BAINES IS HOT HOT HOT!!' 'KIRKLAND VS. KING = FIVE STAR MATCH!' 'SHANE SUCKS!' and 'MARRY ME ROWAN!!' held by a fat guy The shot cuts to our announcers Daniels, Masters, and Waters as Daniels welcomes the at-home audience. DANIELS: "Welcome everybody, to Morgantown! Welcome to Overdrive! And what a blockbuster to kick off the show, Alan has named the three way dance at Hatewave a RIOT match! But what does Miss Baines mean by surprise? I hope it means pain for Alan, whatever it is!" MASTERS: "There's no telling, but it's obvious, she has a crush on Alan." WATERS: "You are deranged. She has a crush on me!" MASTERS: "I hear she's racist, but only against Australians." WATERS: "Where'd you hear that, in the mirror?" DANIELS: "Anyway! We have an awesome show in store for you tonight, as Kirkland gets a rematch against his friend and fellower YAer, Mike King, for the Intercontinental strap in our main event!" MASTERS: "That's not all, we see the in ring return of that sick son of a bitch, Matt Covey!" WATERS: "But first, we'll have a new comer fighting the #1 contender to the Intercontinental title in Waylon Krew against Kimo Newton!"
*** Shawn Waters: Our opening contest features a drunk and a maniac with a weed whacker !!! Jarred Daniels: Man the torpedoes men this is likely to be a slobber knocker … William Masters: I’d rather knock your four eyed ass out right here and now you wanker. Jessica Towers: Introducing first from Honolulu, Hawaii weighing 195lbs … Kimo Newton !!! Kimo Newton does his dancing to the ring as his theme by Young Jeezy blasts over the p.a. system. Kimo gets in the ring with a big grin upon his face taunting the crowd for some more cheap pops. Kimo was ready for action and to deliver a wave of delight for the fans here tonight. Jessica Towers: And his opponent from Washington D.C. weighing 252lbs … Weed Whacking Waylon Krew !!! Light it up by Rev Theory plays as Waylon Krew heads towards that ring with a head full of steam. He had a rocky start here in CZW after a loss to Tim Timmons last Over Drive. Ding !!! Ding !!! Kimo Newton and Waylon Krew test each other in strength but Kimo ends up surprisingly winning the exchange on the 6'4 Waylon. Waylon Krew gets up in embarrassment and starts hammering away on Kimo with his fist. Krew knees Kimo in the gut and then knees him hard into his jaw. Kimo ducks a right hand attempt and then quickly with a forearm smash onto Waylon Krew and proceeds with a running dropkick. Waylon is a little taken aback by the offense of Kimo Newton as Newton hits a standing moon Sault onto Krew. Kimo picks up the struggling challenger but gets a European style uppercut into his jaw region. Waylon Krew follows by a classic atomic drop then an elbow to Kimo. Kimo is pressed against the ropes and is taking some serious punishment here. Waylon Krew shuffles forward and dumps Kimo to the outside before hitting a rare suicide dive onto his challenger. Waylon Krew picks up Kimo and pounds his shoulder into his sternum before tossing him back first into the ring apron. Waylon Krew tries to grab Kimo but Kimo reverses and bangs the skull of Waylon Krew upon the ring apron. Shawn Waters: You know what they say a hard head makes a soft ass !!! Daniels: How do you know that Krew has a soft ass? Masters: Enough of this homo erotic talk there’s a bloody good match going on. Kimo tosses Krew back into the ring and goes high risk. A huge spiral diving uppercut nails the fighting Weed Whacking Krew and he's on the ground once more. Kimo back to a vertical basis nails a basement dropkick to Waylon's spine. Kimo then twists the arm of Krew with sheer force and determination and puts his knee deep into it. Waylon is screaming but gains a knee up and rolls out of the arm twist. Krew with a huge right hand into Kimo’s jaw crumpling on to the mat and Krew smirks. Krew starts hammering away at Kimo who pushes Waylon off of him. Waylon Krew is met with a text book back body drop but Krew is still on his feet. Kimo turns to see Krew landed upon his feet from the move and gets a Double A spine buster. That spine buster was handled with unique force and the pain is shown upon the young Kimo Newton’s face. Krew with a triangle leg lock upon Kimo but Kimo won't give up and ends up biting Krew's leg. Waylon Krew is shocked as he lets the hold go and Kimo slams him down with the STO. Kimo Newton goes to the middle rope and tries a springboard 450 splash but Krew moves out of the way. Waylon kicks Kimo in the gut and thinks Krew Spiller but CJ maneuvers out. Kimo with a spinning heel kick but Krew grabs his foot before it hits his skull. Krew slams the knee of Kimo onto the canvas with immense force and effort. Kimo is now letting out a scream as Krew rakes his eyes. Kimo then has to worry about his eye now as Waylon begins to scratch his chin. Krew thinks mid match and then throws Kimo to the outside of the ring. Shawn Waters: This match is getting brutal and real fast. Daniels: Krew is about to layeth the smack down. Masters: Yeah the same way you layeth upon your crotch when me and Waters pound your lady friend. Daniels shuts up and puts his hands upon his face. Kimo tries to get to his feet as Krew decides to baseball slide Kimo’s face in with a lot of momentum behind it. Krew then picks up Kimo in a backbreaker and then he begins to pick apart the announce table. Waylon Krew eyes the monitor and goes to bash Kimo's head in but he ducks and a super kick!!! Kimo goes in the ring quickly before going over the top rope to cross body Krew who has lost his impending momentum thus far in this opening match up. Kimo puts Waylon Krew onto the announce table as Masters, Daniels & Masters back up. Waylon Krew avoids Kimo's T-bone suplex attempt and quickly Krew Spillers (Death Valley Driver) him through the announce table and it completely shatters. The Crowd begins to chant the ever so often "Holy Shit" chants loud and proud. Waylon Krew picks up Kimo from the wreckage and then drags him into the squared circle and goes for the pin but Kimo kicks out at two and three quarters. Waylon Krew with a swinging neck breaker attempt but Kimo pushes him into the corner and mounts him. Krew receives about twenty punches into his face but Waylon quickly pushes Newton off. Kimo Newton tries to recuperate but receives a huge clothesline and is turned inside out. Waylon Krew eyes Kimo like a mad man he was a lot resilient than Tim Timmons and he knew it. Waylon Krew with a huge fist into the face of a rising Kimo and then he knees in his gut. Kimo is feeling the effects of it but tries to shake it as Krew puts him inside a sleeper hold. Kimo is slowly fading before backing Waylon Krew multiple times in the corner and he lets go. Kimo with a huge arm drag from out of the corner and he goes to capitalize on this opportunity. Kimo with a huge running shining wizard attempt but with all his might Waylon ducked it. Waylon Krew brilliantly ducked it and he spins around before delivering a fist into's abdomen. Shawn Waters: What an opener this match has be horny for some odd reason. Daniels: You like seeing men wrestle each other that’s your fetish. Masters: I said enough of the bloody gay talk. Masters slaps Daniels in the face and Daniels falls out of his chair onto the shards of the announce table. He gets up and then knees Masters’ balls before they settle down again. Krew spits in Kimo’s face but Kimo breaks from Krew’s grasp and begins chopping his chest with power as the crowd begins to Woo. Kimo then musters enough strength to bounce Waylon Krew off the ropes and lands a springboard elbow into Krew’s jaw. He was showing shades of the great wrestlers that have come out of Japan. Kimo with a huge high angle DDT shoving Waylon Krew’s head deep into the canvas. Kimo gets on the top rope as Krew gets up and receives the mule kick into his temple before being thrown to the outside. Kimo then moonsaults Krew on the outside still playing toward the fans. Kimo continues to shove Krew’s back into the barricade before tossing him into the ring. Kimo goes back into the ring but gets a stiff backhand shot to the ribs by Krew. Krew with a dozen chops lighting up Kimo’s chest. And then Krew with his size miraculously hits an enzurguri upon the skull of Kimo Newton. Krew then locks Kimo Newton inside a heel hook lock and Kimo is screaming in pain and he can’t take much more. Kimo is fading and the ref drops his hand upon the mat twice. Before Kimo rolls through and weakly hits a Samoan drop onto Krew and then when he gets up again. Kimo hits a huge running spinning head scissors making Waylon Krew fly near the ropes. Kimo runs forward to knock Krew to the outside once more with sheer aggression but Kimo gets tossed up high. Luckily Kimo Newton catches the top rope and remains on the apron. Kimo Newton then kicks Waylon in the back of his skull whilst he was resting. Kimo then goes up and tries for a seated senton but Waylon Krew catches him and tries to power bomb him to the outside. Kimo uses his legs and tosses Waylon Krew to the outside using his weak legs that were dissected in this grueling match. Kimo Newton runs along the apron as Waylon Krew rises and a cross body but NO!!! Waylon Krew catches Kimo and tosses him into the steel post back first. Kimo ’s screams echo through out the arena as Waylon Krew lifts him up by the hair and tosses him back inside the ring. Waylon Krew then picks up Kimo Newton and tries to finish off him but Kimo rolls him up in a school boy. Waylon Krew rolls through the move and then puts Kimo in a snap mare and hits a running dropkick into Kimo’s sternum. Shawn Waters: Oh the humanity of this match !!! Daniels: Waters you have no humanity you coot like the time you and Masters tag teamed on that whale Susan Boyle. Masters: You bloody four eyed basturd Susan Boyle is an exceptional woman !!! Waylon Krew wipes the sweat off of himself before picking up Kimo who still has life in him. Kimo pushes Krew away before hitting a beautiful sunset flip into a pin. Waylon Krew gets out of it before the ref starts a count and hits a hard shot to Kimo’s mid section. Before grabbing Kimo and wrenching back into a Krew Spiller and Kimo is down on the canvas. Waylon Krew attempts to pin Kimo but he gets a shoulder up at 2!!! Krew is pissed off and tries a judo flip onto Kimo but he lands on his feet. Kimo Newton grabs Waylon Krew and quickly hits a snap suplex upon him. Kimo then jumps and drives a knee into Kimo’s skull. Kimo tries to do The Tequila Shot (Double Foot Stomp) and he does as the crowd erupts and goes for a pin cover with a one... two and a shoulder up!!! Kimo lifts up Krew but he gets pushed by this behemoth into the middle rope. Waylon Krew starts to choke Kimo with the middle rope as the ref begins to count to five. The ref argues with Krew as he puts up his hands like he’s innocent. Just then the Intercontinental champion Mike King comes from the crowd and runs across the ring apron kneeing Kimo in the skull doing real damage. Mike King runs through the crowd as the ref isn’t busy with Waylon Krew anymore. Waylon Krew picks up the unconscious Kimo Newton and drives his head into the canvas with a Krew Spiller and then pins him … One . . . . . Shawn Waters: Not this damn way !!! Two . . . . . Daniels: Curse you Mike King !!! Kick Out !!! The crowd erupts as Kimo has survived yet again and Waylon Krew looks pissed and grabs his Weed Whacker. When Krew is about to cut it on Kimo delivers flying knee into his jaw !!! Kimo then wastes no time and capitalizing with a cover on this hardcore lunatic … One . . . . . Two . . . . . Three !!! Jessica Towers: Here's your winner … Kimo Newtonnnnnnnnnnnnnn !!!! Shawn Waters: He did it !!! That Hawaiian basturd did it !!! Daniels: Excellent resilience in this excellent contest here tonight. Masters: Five stars I give it … Hope the rest of the bloody card can top this.
Backstage Edward Croft & Big Nasty are walking as well as conversing on the match tonight.
Big Nasty: First team match I’m excited also I’m ready for the late night parties we’re expecting after heard the chicks are hot. Maybe just a majority of them are you ready for tonight pal.
Just as Big Nasty says this Edward Croft walks under a ladder and Big Nasty’s expression sours.
Big Nasty : Did you just not see that ladder !!!
Edward Croft: Of course I did I’m not believing in that bad luck stuff I’m beyond that. The general manager Theresa Baines ensured me of my future here in CZW and it’s bright. But you need not be worried a bout me worry bout your self. I am Canada’s Bad Ass and so help me god if you screw up you’ll be crapping sideways when I’m done with you. I will own Alan Fiscus in due time just worry about the STD’s and the cheap liquor … I’ll handle the wrestling. Better yet I left a surprise in the locker room for you she looked hot to me but I had beer goggles on. Go handle business and I see you later on ok buddy.
Edward Croft pats Big Nasty on the back as he heads off. Big Nasty goes inside their locker room and sees a women and then walks up to her. Big Nasty locked the door so it was no way she could go.
Big Nasty: Why don’t we do the wild thing?
The girl turned around and Big Nasty’s face went sour then all you could hear is Big Nasty grunting and the lady screaming oh yes Big Nasty !!! ***
"Sorry You're Not A Winner" by Enter Shikari hits. The fans start booing at the arrival of Jacob Havok.
Daniels: Oh this'll be good...
Waters: What does he want now...who's life is he going to ruin next?
Havok walks out onto the stage, Lauren Caramazzi by his side. The fans hurl abuse at him, but he just grins and walks to the ring.
Masters: You know...you guys are too harsh on Havok...I say we give him all the time he needs in the ring...
Waters: Bill...Lauren isn't interested in a perverted old man such as yourself...
Masters: Yeah well...I doubt she is interested in washed-up loser wrestlers!
Waters: Bill...like I care...Havok can keep the bitch!
Havok grabs a microphone and enters the ring. Lauren follows him. He waits for the crowd to quieten down, which surprisingly, they do. Havok nods.
Havok: Thank you...so last week...
The fans start booing louder than before. Havok glares angrily around the arena.
Havok: LAST WEEK I...
Crowd: FUCK YOU HA-VOK FUCK YOU HA-VOK!
Lauren snatches the microphone!
Lauren: Shut up! All of you! Jacob has something to say!!
Crowd: GET YOUR TITS OUT GET YOUR TITS OUT!!
Masters: I never thought I'd agree with these fans...
Daniels: You are sick...right Shawn?
Waters: *to himself* Tits out for the boys, Titsoutfortheboys.
Daniels: *sigh*
Masters: Homo...
Lauren and Havok look around angrily.
Havok: Quiet! Quiet or else I'll go beat the crap out of Monroe again...I can do it!
The fans quieten a bit, but various chants can still be heard.
Havok: Finally! Now...last week...I joined the war against Beautiful Agony...I sided with Youthful Aggression...I demolished Eddie Rowan!
The fans responded expectedly, raining boos and insults on Havok. He soaks it up and continues.
Havok: Now...why would I join Youthful Aggression? Did I not already say I'm better off alone? If that's the case...why would I join with others? Well see...it's quite simple...it's all for the greater cause. I can admit I can't take down Beautiful Agony alone...apart from Mike Monroe, they have no problem attacking me...it's a numbers game! Why not even the sides a bit?
Havok looks around.
Havok: I understand I've probably upset quite a few people now...dismantling Eddie Rowan, driving Mike Monroe into hiding, embarrassing Tatum Regan and now joining Youthful Aggression...but you should be lucky to experience this! This is a new era in CZW...this is when Straight Edge takes over your life! And one man who agrees with me...one man who will aid me in ridding CZW of Beautiful Agony...is this man...
"Personal Jesus" by Lollipop Lust Kill hits. Brian Kirkland walks out to the ring. He shakes hands with Havok and grabs a mic.
Havok: Welcome Brian! So nice of you to join me!
Kirkland: No problem Havok.
Havok: So, Brian...you and I have similar aims in CZW...we both want to destroy Beautiful Agony...and we both want to cleanse CZW. Together...we are stronger...people will have no choice but to accept our way! People like Kimo Newton will repent and realise how much damage they are doing to themselves...and we can finally prove ourselves as the dominant stable...remove those posers from Beautiful Agony! We are in agreement, yes?
Brian:Oh yes. We're in complete agreement. Beautiful Agony and the rest of the trash that's plentiful in the locker room must go. They can do it the easy way and give up or they can do it the hard way and we can beat it into them. Now, I know alot of you out there maybe be confused about why I let Havok into my little family we call YA, seeing as I had some harsh things to say about his methods not to long ago.
Havok nods his head
BK:So let me explain it to you.I thought his head shaving spree was out of line and wasn't doing any good and was just making you all ate us more. That was untill I talked to Jenny. It was then that I could see that what Havok was doing could open the eyes of people if they have someone like me to show them the good side of the situation. It then became so clear what YA needed to be whole, we needed the original Straight Edge superstar of CZW, we needed the only real friend I had in BA, we needed Jacob Havok. So now with this man joining our ranks we will be unstopable. The age of Straight edge is coming and theres not a damn thing any of you people, or any of the guys in the back can do it about.
Havok: That's right! You all need to realise that your lives will be changing very soon! Under our influence, you can save yourselves from yourselves! Jenny Jacobs is a prime example of a successful transformation. Not too long ago, she was a filthy whore! She had no morals and would open her legs for almost anyone! Then...I shaved off all of her hair...I made her feel humility. She gained a new self-respect after that day...she realised that her life choices had caused men to disrespect her! She found Brian, who offered her the support she needed...and her life was changed that day! And your life can be changed aswell!
Havok looks around.
Havok: All it can take is one frightening event...whether it's the shaving of all your hair...or a cage falling on top you...one event can change your life dramatically! You can realise the way you are living your life is hurting you and those around you...you can discover that the life you are living is causing a loss of respect for you...and you can see right through people who are supposed to be your friends! Since I've returned...all I've wanted is one match against Mike Monroe! I never got that! He would not fight back...I tried everything...I made his friends suffer...I tore his life apart...but the fighting Mike Monroe I knew was gone! Now, I've driven him out of CZW. He hasn't been seen since Summer Showdown, when Lauren and I shaved his little girlfriend's hair! He's running scared...a coward...he is letting is beloved Beautiful Agony be torn apart, just because he can't fight me...well you know what Mike...YOU ARE DEAD TO ME!! I came back looking for a fight...and you ran scared...I thought you had more pride and more courage than that...it was the one thing I still respected about you...but you've tossed that all away! I don't even care about fighting you anymore...I just want to destroy this wannabe incarnation of Beautiful Agony...so you know what...don't bother showing up...I don't really care anymore! Beautiful Agony will be dead by Hatewave...Straight Edge will reign supreme...your friend Eddie Rowan will have no choice but to join our cause...and CZW will never be the same again!
Reckless Youth begins to play and the two men drop their microphones and leave the ring, Lauren Caramazzi linking arms with the both of them. Brian and Jacob ignores the threats and jeers being hurled at them and walk backstage. DANIELS: "This is just getting crazy between them." MASTERS: "I don't know about you, but I can't wait to see the final outcome of this whole mess." WATERS: "Agreed. What's this?"
Static took the screen as this week's edition of Overdrive. For a few brief seconds it remained, until it disappeared, bringing us to a new location of darkness and despair. This new scene was that of a night time hallway, beaten down and wasted away over the years and years of torture it had suffered over the human hands that helped create it. The lights had been stripped away, the paint chipped, the dry wall smashed in on certain sections. Spraypaint covered the remaining walls, depicting strange faces and creatures, as well as giving away the much needed information that "Piggy waz hur" and telling those who would brave these corridors to "Fuck tha police". These halls would be pitch black, hiding the many features we see here, but a strange orange glow from below the camera remained the only light source. Now a sound pierced the silence.......weeping.....a woman's tears. What caused her this pain, what tortured her so? All was answered as the cmaera began to fall, it's eye lowering to meet the subject of interest.
The shadows danced on her face, but it was surely the second, or rather third female member of Youthful Aggression if you count the latest additions, Selena Abercrombie. Tears streamed down her pure face, the mascara around her eyes forming lines to her chin, dripping into a black pool beneath her. She leaned on another figure, her arms around him. Was she scared for herself, or was she in emotinoal agony over this man? The camaera panned to the right, now catching the man who could very well be mistaken as the phantom that walked these haunted halls. The abyssmal white covered his entire body, from the baggy pants he wore, studs lining wherever possible, to the long overcoat he wore, the hood up to cenceal his entire face, studs lining the top in a "mohawk" style. While normally this would leave us to confusion, from the company, style of clothing, as well as the glimmering CZW x-Division Championship Title Belt that was draped over his waist, that this man was "The Straight Edge Curse" Ryan Shane. Around the two sat multiple candles of various colors, shapes, and sizes, their small flames illuminating the room. Ryan's head remained low, though his right hand rose up, gently cradling Selena's cheek. This seemed to calm her, but her sobbing continued.
"Do you see what you have done, Sam? You've gone and hurt an innocent soul in this guilty world. You hurt my Selena by my injuries. She's been like this for a good time now, and comforting her has become more and more difficult, but she is just the symbol of the chaos that you had attempted to create. You set out to do what every man in the CZW locker room dreams of doing, eliminating Ryan Shane. Destroying Ryan Shane. Crippling, Ryan Shane. Not just that, but with my own weapon, my "Crucifiction Spike". My Faithful Sword."
Selena's tears ceased, her breathing rapid and heavy, but the simple touch of not only the man of her life, but the idol of her entire way of living calme dher soul. She felt Ryan's pain, perhaps even more than the man himself.
"You see, Sam, when you make a God bleed, the people cease to believe that he was holy, that he is all powerful, and they go out to find a new savior, but you took one wrong look at this phrase, because you did not succeed. I am not banished, no. I am more of an entity than ever! My blood spilled for my cause, and though your pathetic attempt to end it went through, I emerged victorious. I emerged a champion! I emerged sXe-Divison Champion! I am the undying warrior, and though you attempted to strike me down with my sword, a weapon is only as powerful as the hand that wields it! I struck down two men that night, you may have injured one, but here I am, still alive, still ready, but more so than ever before. You my friend have struck out of luck, because this match is not for the title I fought so hard for. It's about blood. Your blood. The obsession I claimed when I first arrived here. The life force that carries the poisons you indulge in will be brought the the floor, and my revenge sealed."
Ryan began to look up, his face slowly being brought into view.
"You see, Attic, this world carries spirits. Ghosts of the past watching us, seeing or actions, and they weep. They cry for our flaws, and dream to be amongst us in a material form once again to fix these right. They are helpless, but strike fear into our hearts. Sam, you soon will join these wandering souls, looking down on my immortal reign as X-Division champion, useless to the cause against it. Sam, this match will be your last, I swear it, because I am drug free, I am alcohol free, I am the new CZW X-Division Champion........"
Ryan rose his head, the white hood of his jacket pulling back to reveal his face, or what would be his face! A mask cloaked his identity further, half-white with a smiling face, the other half black with a frowning face. His cut form his own spike hidden form the world behind this disguise. He rose the X-Divison title to his shoulder, and continued his line form behind his new piece.
"....and I'm better than you."
As if rehearsed before, a gust of wind entered the open window, putting out the lights of the small candles, plunging the halls back into darkness. The only sound remaining the crazed laughter of Ryan Shane. The laughter died off, and the piece came to a silent end. ***
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(Shot cuts to the backstage area where Ryan Lewis is stalking the entrance door. The door flies opens and in walks the CZW Ultraviolent Champion Buzzsaw and right behind him carrying the CZW Ultraviolent Title is Morgan Mayhem. Buzzsaw’s face is covered with several white bandages covering his face. Ryan runs up to Buzz like a school girl seeing her crush.)
Ryan Lewis: Buzzsaw last week ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey through down the challenge and promised to me the man that is going to put you through hell and be the one to take that title belt off you, any thoughts?
Buzzsaw: I have no comment!
(Buzzsaw tries to walk by but Ryan jumps out in front of him.)
Ryan Lewis: Buzzsaw, Covey attacked your name, character and even your face, how can you have no comment?
(Buzzsaw stops and grabs Ryan by the shirts and slams him against the wall.)
Buzzsaw: You want a comment Ryan? You want to know how I feel about last week? Matt Covey wants me, he wants to make the next few weeks of my life a living hell? To prove a point to me for not taking the ‘Bad Ass’ Invitational serious, well I’m not a hard man to find, but how about we be a man and fight are own battles Mr. ‘Bad Ass’ and now sent your lap dog to sucker punch me and then and only then act like a tough guy.
Ryan Lewis: But he was the new…..
Buzzsaw: Shut it! Last week I beat the first ever Grand Champion in the CZW El Pablo, I should have been celebrating the biggest win here in the CZW but no, Matt Covey comes down to the ring after my match and acts like a tough guy. My face was ripped apart, congratulations Covey, look at this face…
(Buzzsaw gets right up into the camera.)
Buzzsaw: My face has so many scars I have lost count, your actions last week were a failed attempted if you were trying to prevent me from winning a beauty contest., but you did succeed in doing one thing, you want a piece of me, well you got! You want an enemy in me, you have it! I know you are here tonight Covey, I’ll be seeing you very soon!
(Buzzsaw pushes the cameraman away and walks off with Morgan closely behind.)
*** DANIELS: Welcome back to CZW Overdrive, folks, and it's just about time for our second contest of the evening! Now, last week we saw the seemingly unstoppable force of Youthful Aggression gain yet more momentum, with the somewhat surprising addition of Jacob Havok to their already-ample ranks.. WATERS: It's not all THAT surprising if you think about it, Jarred. You know what they say about birds of a feather.. DANIELS: Well that's true, certainly Havok will fit in well with the straight-edge lifestyle Youthful Aggression are looking to force upon the rest of the watching world. There's also no doubt that Havok will prove a great asset to them as an in-ring force, although he has a tough task ahead of him tonight in his "initiation", if you like. WATERS: You're not kidding! 6'3, 300lbs of raw, unadulterated strength and power! MASTERS: And steroids. Lots and lots of steroids. DANIELS: Come on now, William, I don't think that's really appropriate.. MASTERS: Well, I'm sorry! Caleb Walker used to be one of the best athletes this company had on its books! He had balls, he had power, and it got him to the point where he was fighting for the World Heavyweight Championship! And look at him now.. reciting poetry? All this rubbish about self-doubt and questioning himself? He can't even hold down a TV title reign!!! DANIELS: Well he certainly hasn't reached the heights he scaled in the early days of this company, but one could argue that he's at least become a better man since his most recent return to action. MASTERS: Whoopy-doo! This isn't Miss World, Jarred! I don't wanna see people promising to wipe out world poverty, or helping old ladies across the road! I wanna see people tearing each other limb from limb in the name of gold and glory! WATERS: I'm afraid Masters has a point, Jarred. Integrity doesn't guarantee you anything in this business, and in fact, it can even hold you back. That said, it'd be a foolish move on Havok's part to underestimate Walker in any way going into this contest! "Sorry You're Not a Winner" by Enter Shikari suddenly hits the soundsystem, as the ever-masked Jacob Havok steps out to a deafening chorus of boos, Lauren Caramazzi by his side. TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Lauren Caramazzi.. from Washington DC.. weighing in at 172lbs.. he is the newest member of Youthful Aggression.. JACOB HAVOK!!! Jacob and Lauren make their way down the ramp and into the ring, Lauren threatening various members of the audience with the now-infamous pair of clippers, that have shamed so many CZW staff-members over the past couple of months. DANIELS: A hostile reception for Jacob Havok, although it's safe to say he's probably used to that by now.. As if confirming Daniels' assumption, the camera focuses on Havok as he looks out on the audience with complete disdain. His music fades, and Lauren exits the ring, before "Burn In Hell" by Twisted Sister begins to play, drawing a decidedly more positive reaction from the crowd. Caleb Walker steps out onto the stage, pausing to flex his muscles before marching down the ramp towards the ring. TOWERS: And his opponent.. From Sacramenta, California.. weighing in at 300lbs.. he is "The God of War".. CALEB WALKER!!! Caleb climbs up onto the apron, and steps through the ropes. Before he can even get completely into the ring, Havok leaps into action, pounding on the back of Walker's head with his fists. Walker is forced into the corner, at which point Havok begins to stomp at his torso as well, Walker slumping to a seated position against the turnbuckle. Havok pauses his assault, and climbs up onto the second rope, pausing for a moment before kicking his legs out and dropkicking Walker in the face. DANIELS: Havok immediately going on the offence here! You'd have to say it's a good strategy, given the HUGE size difference between these too men! WATERS: Definately! Havok's gotta use his speed and agility while he can, before the monster gets a chance to unload all over him! MASTERS: Excuse me!? WATERS: Erm.. you know what I meant... Walker crawls out of the corner, as Havok steps through the ropes and ascends the turnbuckle. DANIELS: We may be about to see a little of that agility now! Havok waits as Caleb groggily gets back to his feet. He turns round, and Havok leaps off, taking him back down with a neckbreaker. Caleb writhes around, clutching the back of his neck, before Havok dives on him in a pin attempt.. ONE! - - - - T-KICK OUT! DANIELS: Good LORD! Caleb kicks out with such force, he literally THREW Havok over that top rope! Fortunately for Havok, he manages to grab hold of said rope as it passes underneath him, and land cleanly on the apron. As Caleb gets to his feet again, Havok leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off, looking for a crossbody. Unfortunately, this time Walker is expecting it, and catches the featherweight Havok in mid-air. WATERS: Uh-ohhhh.. bad place for Havok to be right now! DANIELS: Havok's surprise attack not quite surprising enough, on that occasion.. Walker pauses with Havok wriggling in his arms, demonstrating just how obvious the size difference in this match is. Havok tries to break free, throwing a few desperate elbows into the side of Walker's head. Undeterred, Walker hoists Havok up into the air, pausing for a few moments before dropping him to the mat with a thud. DANIELS: ..and that's the risk you take going off your feet against a man like Caleb Walker! WATERS: And let me tell you, that ring mat does NOT give as much as some people would have you believe! Caleb now stalks Havok, as he slowly makes his way back to his feet, clutching his stomach. He turns back into the ring, and is promptly felled by a charging clothesline. DANIELS: BAH GAWD! Havok just got decapitated! This time, Walker decided to help Havok to his feet, pulling him up by the hair. He whips him off the ropes, and hits a huge spinebuster, the back of Havok's head bouncing off the mat on impact. Walker covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK OUT! DANIELS: Oh, near fall! Havok somehow kicks out, I'm not sure he knew too much about it.. Walker gets back to his feet, pulling Havok with him, nodding his head slightly as if impressed with Havok's resilience. Impressed does not equate to sympathy, however, a point driven home by Walker executing an exploder suplex. He slowly crawls across Havok to attempt another pin.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - TH-KICK OUT! DANIELS: Another near fall! Walker picks Havok up again, and hits a backbreaker. Havok slumps down to a seated position, and Walker takes the opportunity to apply a reverse chinlock. DANIELS: Submission maneuvre here, this could do it! Havok grimaces in pain, his arms stretching out in the hope of finding the ropes, despite him being stranded right in the centre of the ring. The referee asks Havok if he wants to submit, but is met with a shake of the finger. Walker wrenches back on the hold, but the referee suddenly wanders off! Caleb looks around in confusion, only to see the referee arguing with Lauren, who has climbed up onto the apron. Caleb gets to his feet and marches over, Lauren wisely jumping down out of reach. DANIELS: Now there's a surprise! MASTERS: She's just protesting at the unfair treatment Jacob is recieving in this match at the hands of that roid junkie! DANIELS: She's interfering in the match is what she's doing! Illegally, I might add! MASTERS: If it's so illegal then why doesn't the referee disqualify Havok? DANIELS: ... MASTERS: Exactly! After exchanging a few choice words with Lauren, Walker turns his attention back to Havok, stomping on his back a couple of times as he attempts to get back up. Walker then picks him up, and whips him off the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a bearhug. However, once again Lauren climbs up onto the apron, distracting the attention of the referee. Annoyed by the repeat interruption, Walker drops Havok to the mat, then marches over towards Lauren again. He goes to grab hold of her, but again she drops out of the way just in time. This time, however, Walker decides to make sure she gets the message, stepping through the ropes and dropping down to the outside. DANIELS: Walker has seen enough! And Lauren is running like a scolded dog!!! Caleb marches ominously after Lauren as she runs around the outside of the ring. Suddenly, she trips over a camera cable, allowing Walker enough time to catch her up and pull her to her feet. MASTERS: AHHH! GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER YOU BRUTE!!! WATERS: Why not go and make him, William? MASTERS: Well, I would.. but that would mean leaving you two halfwits in charge of commentary. DANIELS: Oh don't worry, William, we'll hold the fort until you get b- MASTERS: I SAID NO!!! The crowd are on their feet, cheering as Caleb whispers intensely into a petrified Lauren's ears. Suddenly, his attention is distracted, and he turns to face the ring.. as Havok vaults over the top rope, wrapping his legs around Walker's head and executing a hurricanrana that throws Caleb right into the steel ringsteps. DANIELS: BAH GAWD! JACOB HAVOK, FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! WATERS: I think Walker went head-first into those steps.. he could be out cold! Both men are now lying flat-out on the floor, Havok still clearly feeling the effects of Walker's dominance thus far. Slowly, he forces himself back to his feet, and rolls gingerly into the ring, as the referee begins a ten-count on Caleb Walker.. ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - - - THREE! - - - - - FOUR! - - Caleb begins to stir.. - - FIVE! - - He gets to a knee.. - - SIX! - - Caleb is up! - - SEVEN! - - He goes to enter the ring, but Lauren jumps up onto his back, grabbing him by the throat! - - EIGHT! - - DANIELS: Lauren intereferes AGAIN! And this time she may cost Walker the match! - - NINE! - - Suddenly, Walker grabs Lauren by the head, throwing her over his shoulder and dumping her onto the floor. He glares down at her, but then shakes his head and dives under the ropes into the ring, breaking the referee's count at the last split-second! MASTERS: NO! That was ten!!! Caleb gets back to his feet, but - as with the start of the match - Havok sets upon him before he can get his bearings, this time hitting him with a snap swinging neckbreaker. DANIELS: Neckbreaker! Can Havok, against all the odds, find a way back into this match!? Not immediately, it seems, as Havok is slow to get back up, his body still obviously hurting. He steps over Caleb's near-motionless body, and slowly climbs up the turnbuckle, pausing for a moment before hitting Walker with a moonsault. Havok covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - KICK-OUT! DANIELS: THREE! No, I thought he had it! Bah Gawd I thought he had it! Havok again struggles to his feet, leaning against the ropes as he waits for Walker to stir. As Caleb starts to get back up, Havok steps forward, stalking him with arms outstretched, waiting to strike. Caleb turns round, and Havok kicks him in the stomach, tucking his head under his arm.. DANIELS: Wait a second! D.I.F.H! Havok goes for his finishing move, but as he turns, Caleb shoves him forwards, sending him bouncing off the ropes. Havok stumbles backwards, and Caleb grabs him, lifting him up and hitting.. DANIELS: THE ABSOLUTE POWER! Walker covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! DING DING DING!!! WATERS: And this one is over! "Burn in Hell" returns to the soundsystem as Walker gets back to his feet, a hand moving to the back of his neck as an obvious response to the collision with the steps earlier. The referee raises his hand, as the crowd pops in support of "The God of War". TOWERS: The winner of this match.. CALEB WALKER!!! The shot immediately cuts to backstage.
“Ok lets do this and get it over with. I have things to do and places to be. And being here isn’t it.”
The camera turned and the sight of Ryan Lewis standing beside none other than the future X champ, Sam Attic.
“Sam, at the next Overdrive you are going to walk that aisle …”
Throwing a hand up, Sam cuts off Ryan.
“This isn’t that rookie place down south. So I don’t walk no aisle or try to be the man when I already am. SO KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF BEFORE I KNOCK YOUR ASS OUT!!! Got that??!!”
Ryan definitely backed down, wipes his brow and starts again.
“Sorry, I was just tryin …” One dirty scowl from Sam stops his ramblings. “Ok, whats the word from you on your upcoming X title match? You came so close to winning it. So now that you are one on one …”
Grabbing Ryan by the collar, Sam starts getting that familiar crazy look on his face.
“I swear, you do one more little line like you hear on tv and I will break you in half.”
Ryan nodded quickly, for some reason he knew when threatened to not push it. Well most of the time.
“As for the match with Ryan Shane, its simple. He loses, I win. He got lucky to have the title in the first place. If my hands hadn’t been sweating from the beatings I had already given, then he wouldn’t have it now and he wouldn’t be scared shitless that I am going to take it from him.”
“He joins a long line of X champs. The belt is considered on second to the world title. His reign …”
“Will be one of the shortest if not the shortest in history. Tell me Ryan, is there any other X Champ that can give the title the meaning that only a Fiscus can? Can Shane? Hell no, he wont have it long enough. Timmons? He wasn’t good enough to keep the belt. Brain Blaze? As if. Krimson Blaze? He won it twice. Then lost it twice. That tells you everything right there. Cage Stryker? My Kiljoy? Havok? Monroe? Rowan? No, none of them were worth a damn. No one other than Rowan held the title over six months. No one. So tell me Ryan, when I get that X title and become the longest reigning champion ever, who will be able to say they were the greatest X Champ of all time? No one but me.”
“Well there is one that you have forgotten.”
Looking boredly at Ryan, Sam waited.
“And who is that?”
“El Pablo. He was the first and held it nearly six months.”
Shaking his head, he pushed his hair back and looked at the floor then at Ryan.
‘El Pablo? Really? He was the first and he hasn’t held shit since. I don’t even mention him in the list of former champs. Why should I?”
Ryan looks at Sam then past him and points behind him. Sam turns around, as the camera pans to the side to reveal the aforementioned El Pablo, along with Cristal, stood live and in the partially-masked flesh, a huge cheer exploding from the crowd in response. Sam places his hands on his hips, appearing a little offended that EP has intruded on his air time. EP, however, appears more concerned with other matters, his arms folded across his chest, one hand rubbing his chin as he gazes up and to the left in what looks like deep thought. Silence falls on the scene for a moment, before Sam's patience wears thin.
'Yes? What the hell do y-'
EP cuts Sam off with a raise of a finger.
EL PABLO: Shhhhhh.. hold on a second, I'm trying to think.
Sam's face hardens even more.
'Well go think somewhere else, I'm busy gracing the unwashed with my presence.'
Ryan, however, appears slightly more interested in EP's thoughts.
'What are you thinking about, EEPZ?'
Sam's nose wrinkles in disgust.
'"..EEPZ?"'
EL PABLO: Well.. it's just.. I could've sworn that after I stopped being considered the X-Champion - I refuse to use the word "lost" because, as you should all well know, I never technically LOST the belt - I went on to be a Global Tag Champion, World Heavyweight Champion AND Intercontinental Champion, thereby becoming the only person in CZW history to be awarded the title of GRAND SLAM CHAMPION.. but, apparently not. Apparently THIS GUY right here says I haven't held shit since May Massacre 08.
EP cocks his head to the side as he looks Sam in the eye for the first time.
EL PABLO: Who ARE you, anyway? I'm El Pablo, nice to meet you.
EP extends a hand, apparently inviting Sam to shake it, a wry, obviously sarcastic smile on his face. Looking at his hand, Sam extends his to shake and then pulls it back just before.
You honestly think I would shake your hand? Why? Because you are some odd looking little man in a … … in a … … whatever getup that is? And you know me you little … … whatever your supposed to be. I am the next X champ and you are nothing. Havent been nothing for a long time. Sad for you.”
Sam looked for any sign of reaction from Pabs, nothing.
“You should be a referee for all the good you do in a ring. Now why don’t you go away and let the real man do an interview?”
Sam turns back to face Ryan, satisfied that he has got his point across. EP, however, does not leave. Rather, he raises a finger into the air and excitedly shouts..
EL PABLO: I'll DO IT!
Sam cocks an eyebrow, and turns to face EP again.
"..You'll do what?"
EL PABLO: I'll referee your X-Title match on the next Overdrive!
Sam's expression is now one of somewhere between confusion and rage, clearly not finding EP in the least bit amusing.
"..And what on earth do you think gives you the authority to make a call like that!?"
EL PABLO: Hey now, don't get mad at ME, it was YOUR idea! You said it yourself, I should be a referee. It'll be perfect! The new X-Champion, going one-on-one with the newest pretender to the crown, all under the watchful eye of the man who laid the foundations for this sort of thing to be allowed to happen in the first place! The fans'll love it, which means the bosses upstairs will love it.. you guys'll love it too! ..Unless, of course, I turn out to be as bad a referee as you think I am a wrestler, right?
EP lets out an obviously-false laugh, nudging Sam in the ribs with his elbow. Sam smiles at EP - again, obviously not-sincerely - then suddenly grabs him round the throat.
EL PABLO: Woah woah woah woah!
EP grabs Sam's wrist, prising his fingers open and pushing his arm away.
EL PABLO: Careful now, Sam. You wouldn't wanna create a situation where the referee of your match has cause to favour one competitor over the other now, would you? Heh..
EP lightly taps Sam on the cheek with the palm of his hand, Attic looking almost fit to explode.
EL PABLO: Cristal, my exit!
EP makes the X pose with his arms, as Cristal throws a smoke bomb onto the floor, causing a thick cloud of fog to engulf the scene. After a few seconds, vision recovers, revealing all four people to be stood in the exact same positions. This stand-off continues for a couple of seconds, before EP spins round and walks out of shot, Cristal following just behind. The camera lingers on an unimpressed Sam Attic, before cutting back to the announce team.
*** Daniels: It’s time for the first of two title matches tonight! Waters: That’s right...first up we have a title which I have a strong history with...in fact...I was the very second champion and set the benchmark for what was required from Mr. TV...and I’m not sure if anyone else has lived up to that yet. Maybe Rob Wright will surprise me however. Masters: Please Shawn...your TV title run was pathetic...you defended the title once and lost to that midget twice...luckily it wasn’t for the title! Waters: Masters...how many titles have you held... Masters: Well... Waters: Exactly...shut it... “In The End” by Linkin Park hits. Rob Wright walks out, TV title draped around his waist. JoJo Mackenzie accompanies Rob, talking him through strategies on the way to the ring. Towers: On the way to the ring, accompanied by Jonathon Joseph Mackenzie...from Springfield, Mass...the TV title holder...ROB WRIGHT!!! Wright stands in the ring, awaiting his opponent, an arrogant swagger evident by his posture. Waters: A lot of people disagree with the way Rob Wright won that TV title...but you must admit that it was smart...he took the opportunity presented to him and made it work! Masters: Indeed! Very clever from Rob Wright! “Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck” by Prong hits. Frank Finch walks out onto the stage, the fans responding negatively to the Fiscus sympathiser. He purposefully strides to the ring, looking to break his losing streak. Towers: And his opponent...from San Diego, California...’Flawless’ FRANK FINCH! Frank slides into the ring, ready to start the match. Rob hands over his TV title to the referee, Finch eyeing it off. The bell rings to start the contest. Waters: Alright...this one is underway! Finch and Wright lock up. Finch gains the early control, locking in a headlock. Rob escapes with a quick elbow to the side. He runs at Finch, but Frank is on the ball and lands an armdrag. Frank follows up with another armdrag, then dropkicks Rob Wright. He covers! 1 2 Kickout!! Daniels: Frank Finch is controlling the match so far...he is determined to get a victory! Finch waits for Rob to stand, before connecting with a suplex. He looks around arrogantly and signals that the title will be around his waist by the end of the night! Finch stalks Rob, who gets back to his feet. Frank moves in...and connects with a Greetings from San Diego! Waters: Where has this Frank Finch been? He is dominating Rob Wright here! Frank covers! 1 2 Rob gets a foot on the ropes! Finch stands up looking frustrated. He drags Rob away from the ropes and covers again. 1 2 Kickout! Frank drags Rob to his feet. He goes for another suplex...but Rob twists his body and lands behind Frank. Rob lands a German suplex. He takes the time to recover his breath. Frank stands up, but is met with a kick to the side. Rob slowly backs Frank into the corner with kicks, finishing up with a frankensteiner. Rob leaps to the top rope, preparing for the Wright Flight, but Frank rolls to the outside. Rob grins and looks around. He lines Frank up and leaps! He connects with a crossbody, taking Frank down and drawing a cheer from the fans! Daniels: What a move! Did you see how much height he got off that! Waters: That was fantastic! Rob rolls Frank into the ring. He waits till Frank stands...and goes for the Wright Stuff! Frank reverses with a thumb to the eye however! Finch then follows up with a clothesline, knocking the champ down! Frank angrily begins laying into Rob Wright with a series of punches. The ref pulls him off and admonishes him for the relentless attack. Finch lifts Rob up and lifts him in the air, holding the suplex for 5 seconds. He drives Rob into the mat and covers... 1 2 Kickout! Finch pounds the mat in frustration. Waters: He doesn’t look happy! Masters: Who would! He’s come so close to not only breaking his losing streak...but winning his first CZW title! Finch stands up and lines Wright up. Wright stands and staggers back towards Finch, looking out of it. Finch spins Wright around...and is met with a slap to the face! Waters: He was playing possum! Classic! Finch swings at Rob after recovering from the slap, but Rob ducks and connects with a bulldog. Wright then leaps to the top rope and flies off, landing a beautiful Wright Flight! 1 2 3!!! Masters: Wright wins! He’s done it! Finch rolls out of the ring as JoJo passes Rob a microphone. Wright: Defence number 1, complete! I told you all that I would be a fighting champion! Although...that wasn’t much of a fight now, was it? JoJo: No it wasn’t...you outclassed him Rob! Wright: All thanks to you being the best manager in the world, JoJo. JoJo: Every...stand up and applaud the Real Deal...Mr. TV... Waters: Bastard stole my nickname! JoJo: ...ROB WRIGHT! Some fans cheer, some boo. Rob looks around and smiles. Wright: Thankyou JoJo! Now...to show that I am truly a fighting champion...I am making a challenge right now! The man I want to fight...is a former TV champion himself... Masters: Oh oh...we’ve heard there will be more old school CZWers returning! I wonder if it’ll be Ronnie McNeil? Wright: ...this person...has a strong history with my opponent at the PPV, Krimzon Blaze! Masters: Yep...it’s gotta be Ronnie! Waters: I don’t think I like where this is going... Wright: This person...is sitting right here at ringside right now! Rob Wright stares straight at Shawn Waters. Daniels: Wow... Masters: Shawn? Seriously? Wow Rob...I thought you wanted a fight! Daniels: Are you going to accept Shawn? Waters: You kidding, Jarred? I wouldn’t give up a chance like this! Shawn leaves from behind the commentators table and enters the ring. He shakes Rob’s hand. Daniels: Well...this is unexpected! Shawn doesn’t even look ready to wrestle! Shawn takes off his suit, revealing his wrestling tights underneath. Rob, JoJo, Daniels and Masters all give the same quizzical look. Waters: What? It’s much more comfortable...and you never know when you need them! They all shrug. Daniels: He’s got a point there. Masters: Let’s get this match over and done with...I’ll bet fifty pounds that Shawn won’t even last five minutes! Daniels: Make it dollars and you are on! Masters: Uh...that’s fine by me! Daniels: Wait...I’m getting a worse deal here... Masters: You sure are...but it’s too late to change now! Daniels: DAMMIT! Waters and Rob prepare to start the match. The bell rings and Rob goes straight for a lock up, but Shawn manoeuvres his way behind Rob and rolls him up! 1 Kickout! Shawn grins, glad to be back in the ring. He ducks a clothesline from Rob and dropkicks him into the corner, following up with a shoulder strike! Shawn bounces off the ropes and connects with a springboard dropkick! Rob rolls to the outside to regroup as the fans cheer for Shawn. Shawn takes the time to blow kisses to the fans, but this proves to be a bad move, as Rob rolls back in the ring and spins Shawn around. Wright then drives Shawn into the mat with a DDT. Masters: Ouch...welcome back Shawn... Shawn pulls himself up with help from the ropes, but only gets to his knees before he is met with a sharp kick to the back! Shawn leans on the second rope, in a vulnerable position. Rob launches himself over the top rope, twists his body in mid-air and lands both feet into Shawn’s abdomen! Daniels: Did you see that? That was innovative! Shawn falls back onto the mat, face up. Rob smirks and springs himself to the top rope. He signals the end of the match and leaps off for a Wright Flight...but Shawn moves in time! Rob hits the canvas hard! Shawn gets to his feet and lifts Wright up. Shawn strikes him with a knee in the gut, before landing a bodyslam. Shawn then runs at the second rope and springs off, looking to hit the Saulty Waters! Rob moves though, but quick enough for Shawn to land on his feet. Rob aims a kick at Shawn’s head, but Shawn ducks and grabs Rob from behind. He follows through with a German Suplex! Rob rolls through and ends up on his knees, holding his back. He stands up and approaches Shawn cautiously. They lock up. Rob grabs one of Shawn’s arms and twists it behind his back, locking the hammerlock in. Shawn pushes Rob backwards into a corner though, before slamming his body against Rob’s. Rob releases the hold and shoves Shawn away. Shawn walks towards Rob, hoping to keep the pace of the match up, but Rob is prepared and lands a drop toe hold, slamming Shawn’s head into the second turnbuckle! Daniels: I’m surprised by how well this match is going... Masters: I know...who knew Shawn kept up his training? Daniels: By the way Bill...that’s $100... Masters: What...oh that...I was just kidding... Daniels: Pay up, bitch. Masters grumbles and hand over a note. Masters: Bloody Waters... Rob walks over to JoJo and they discuss tactics. Meanwhile, Shawn re-gathers himself and pulls himself back to his feet. JoJo points this out to Rob, who runs and nails Shawn a body splash in the corner. Shawn staggers out, right into an enzuiguri from Wright! Wright starts to work on Shawn’s legs, hoping to keep him grounded. Daniels: Wright taking the smart approach here. Wright jerks at Shawn’s left knee, before stomping it a few times. He then locks in a leg lock! Shawn fights it and eventually is able to break the hold by turning over, placing the pressure on Wright’s legs instead. Both men stand up, Shawn a lot more off balance than Rob. Shawn begins aiming punches at Rob, trying to bring the pace of the match back up. He bounces off the ropes and aims a clothesline at Rob, but Rob kicks out Shawn’s knee, halting his offence. Rob then grabs Shawn by the head and prepares to finish the match with the Wright Stuff... Masters: I knew it couldn’t last much longer! Rob swings for the neckbreaker, but Shawn is able to spin through and connect with a jawbreaker! Rob goes down. Shawn looks around and smirks. He grabs Rob’s legs and turns him over... Daniels: It’s in! Shawn has the Waterboard locked in tight! We haven’t seen this move in a long time! Rob is in obvious pain there! Masters: No dammit! Come on Rob...you can’t lose to a commentator! Rob frantically begins clawing for the ropes, but is just inches short! Shawn wrenches Rob’s back, eager for a victory. JoJo Mackenzie rushes over to Rob and grabs his arm. He pulls Rob and places his hand on the bottom rope! The ref has no choice but to remove Shawn from Rob. Shawn stands up and looks down at Mackenzie. He grins and shakes his head. Shawn stalks Rob. Rob stands up. Shawn kicks Wright in the gut and prepares for the Brainwash! JoJo Mackenzie climbs onto the apron and begins shouting at Shawn. Shawn grins and lifts Rob up, holding him vertically. He tauntingly holds Rob, smiling at JoJo the whole time. JoJo desperately shoves the referee, who bumps into Shawn. Shawn loses balance on his sore leg and falls down. The ref warns JoJo, who feigns innocence. Shawn and Wright stand up. Rob goes for a kick, but Shawn grabs his leg and sweeps him off the other. Shawn glances over at JoJo to check on him, before turning back to Rob. He lifts Rob to his feet...and Rob sneakily rolls Shawn up! Rob grabs a handful of tights as the ref counts! 1 2 3!! Masters: Haha...good job! Daniels: What? That was so cheap... Masters: Cheap...but legal...and smart! Rob Wright rolls to the outside. He grabs his TV title and he and JoJo walk up the ramp, celebrating as Shawn kneels in the ring, disappointed, but smiling. He rolls out of the ring and over to the announcers desk. Daniels: Bad luck Shawn...I though you did well! Masters: So uh...still as arrogant as usual, Shawn? Waters: Yep...still as impotent as usual, Bill? Masters: ... Daniels: Haha...congratulations Shawn...at least you got one victory tonight... Shawn smirks. Daniels: Oh and Shawn... Waters: Yeah? Daniels: You smell. Waters: Oh well...deal with it... Shawn takes his place at the commentary table again as the show continues. ***
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As Overdrive comes back from the commercial you can see one of the competetiors from the previous match is making his way through the backstage curtain, the fans get ready for the next scheduled match, however as the next competitors for the next match are about to be announced. When out if nowhere “You Wouldn’t Know” by Hell Yea starts to play as MountainMan makes his way through the curtain and down the ramp top the ring he is wearing a pair a black tights and muscle shirt that reads TNG across the front. The crowd is giving him a mixed reaction as he gets in the ring and grabs the mic from Jessiaca Towers, she gives it up without much of a struggle. MtM lifts the mic up to speak as he starts walking to the middle of the ring.
Mtm: So it seems like times are changing around here in good old CZW. We have a new HBIC (with that the crowd pops for the new Commish) and what does she do for her first night out she decides to put the the two monsters that have beeen destroying anything and everything that has gotten in their way over that last few months, In a cage but you see this is not a typical cage OHHH… NOOO… she has decided to lock us in a Hell in a Cell to end it all.
With that the crowd pops again, Mtm waits for them to calm down to start speaking once again.
Mtm: You see that the great thing about being in the cell is that no one can get in to involve themselves in this little shindig which works for me, you see Garrett this match is gonna take something special, something few men have. I know you can take a beating man and god knows you can give it, However this isnt about pinfalls or submissions. This match is about who can take the worse punishemnt from the other and still grab their nut sack and not stop fighting, because believe it that I will take you to the eigth level of hell and leave you there to rot in a bloody mess, regardless of who broken and battered I may be I will not give up and I will show that there is a reason that I am The Next Generation.
With Mtm drops the mic in the ring and gets out through the ropes making his way up the ramp as You Wouldn’t Know starts playing once again.
*** *A video package from Summer Showdown and the end of the Buzzsaw v. Jakob Mayhem. Both men are down and ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey pulls Buzzsaw on top of Jakob all but handing the CZW Ultraviolent Championship to Buzzsaw* Daniels: Our next contest is sure to be a blood bath… Waters: That is an understatement, Jakob Mayhem feels like Covey robbed him of that title and handed it to his old nemeses and tonight he’s going to be looking for payback. Daniels: Yes but Covey made a statement last week to all the so called ‘Hardcore’ guys here in the CZW that he is the true ‘Bad Ass’ of the CZW and nobody is going to make a name off him. Masters: I have had to sit next to Covey for the past month when his ‘Bad Ass’ Challenge was going on, it will be nice to see someone try and shut him up for once. And Shawn, how did it feel to lose like that just a few moments ago? HA! Daniels: Well Covey will have his hands full tonight he’s giving up almost 80 pounds and he will be facing off with a man that will not fear him. Waters: Willie, it was a good match. He's lucky I haven't wrestled on a normal basis in a while. And Covey is a season veteran and has been a staple here in the CZW for years, tonight he will show why he is recognized as the CZW’s resident ‘Bad Ass’. Masters: Eh, whatever. Enough build up….let just get this over with…. Daniels: Way to be positive…lets go up to Jessica Towers who is in the ring. *DING DING DING* Jessica Towers: Our next match is scheduled for one fall…introducing first from Where Ever He Damn Well Pleases… weighing in tonight at 225 lbs…please welcome… ‘BAD ASS’ MATT COVEY!!!!!!! ‘Sonne’ by Rammstein hits and the fans are mixed as Matt Covey walks out from the back in his trademark black leather jacket and is carrying a small cooler. He slaps the cooler and announces: VICTORY PARTY! He puts the cooler in his cooler and lays his jacket over it and walks by Jessica and looks her up and down. Masters: That man is a walking STD! Daniels: Masters! I hope he hears this and beats your ass. Jessica Towers: And his opponent from Parts Unknown….weighting in tonight at 305 lbs….JAKOB MAYHEM!!!!!!! The turn up the heat as Jakob walks out. He has his eyes glued on Covey as he marched down to the ring. Jakob climbs the steps and is stepping over the top rope when Covey strikes…. Daniels: Covey grabs the top rope and pulls them up right into the groin of Jakob Mayhem!!! *Ding Ding Ding* Waters: Covey is not waiting for Mayhem to get into the ring and it’s a smart move on his part. Daniels: Jakob rolls off the ropes and Covey dives down on him with repeated rights for the face of the monster who tries to cover up for a second and then shoves Covey off of him. Masters: Jakob trying to get Covey off of him before the Hepatitis B leaks out and he catches it. Daniels: MASTERS!!! Waters: The views of William Masters do not represent the view of myself, Jarred Daniels or the CZW… Masters: Come on with all the reckless sex he brags about he can’t be clean. Daniels: Jakob on all fours and Covey comes running in and misses a kick to the head as Jakob rolls out of the way and tries to re-group. Waters: That could have been game over if he connected. Daniels: Covey spins around and eats a foot to the face that stagers him and Jakob bounces off the ropes and floors Covey with a huge clothesline. Masters: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Waters: You’re loving this aren’t you? Masters: Hell yeah I am, after all the abuse I took from him…COME ON JAKOB RIP HIS HEAD OFF!!! Daniels: Way to stay professional. Jakob drops his large foot across Covey’s throat and puts all his weight across the windpipe of Covey and the ref is screaming for a break. Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Waters: And Jakob breaks right before the five count and Covey rolls out of the ring to try and catch his breath. Daniels: But Jakob rolling out after him and stalks Covey as he rubs his throat… Waters: COVEY WITH A DROP TOE HOLD AND JAKOB’S FACE SLAMS INTO THE METAL STEPS!!!! Masters: Covey is right where he wants to be, outside of the ring is where this man thrives. Daniels: Covey pulls Jakob to his feet and whips him hard into the guard rail. Waters: Covey with a running start and drives a knee into the chest of Jakob Mayhem’s chest. Daniels: Covey now yelling at a fan sitting ringside…Oh come on, he’s pointing at a kid who is wearing a Hardcore Icon T-shirt. Masters: He has every right to be pissed, Covey has busted his ass here in the CZW and is not going to be overshadowed by some new guys. Daniels: Covey shoves the boy’s dad aside and rips the shirt off the kid. He spits on it and throws it to the ground…what the….he’s unbuttoning his pants…. Waters: HE’S NOT GOING TO PISS ON THAT SHIRT ON LIVE TV…… Masters: Old school Covey right here…. Daniels: Jakob from behind… double ax handle to the head that sends Covey into the guard rail. Thank god, we did not need to see Covey’s junk on live TV. Waters: Jakob rolls Covey back into the ring and grabs him by the head and hits a running bulldog. Daniels: I am amazed that a man that big can be so agile. Jakob goes for the quick cover… ONE . . . TWO Daniels: And Covey powers out. Masters: You are going to need more than a bulldog to keep Covey down, what is this, the 1980’s? Daniels: And now you are backing Covey? Masters: I’m a complicated man. Waters: That’s one way to put it. Masters: This match is bringing out the ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude from the Bad Ass that I loved. Daniels: Jakob rips up Covey and is starting to gain some support from these fans, he locks him in a reverse headlock and looks to be going for a modified Scorpion Death Drop… Waters: but out of desperation Covey drives an elbow into the groin of Mayhem. Masters: Out of desperation, son that is a stable move from Mr. Covey. Daniels: Jakob drops to all fours and Covey bounces off the far ropes and kicks Jakob square in the head!!! Waters: Covey quickly drops down and drives his forearm into the throat of Jakob and then covers… ONE . . . TWO Daniels: and Jakob gets a shoulder up as the refs hand is coming down. Masters: Slow count there by the ref. Waters: We now have our official flip flopper of the CZW…Mr. Williams Masters. Masters: I’m a fan of The Bad Ass Matt Covey, can’t stand him when he plays to these idiots out there. Daniels: Covey back Mayhem into the corner and unloads on him with a series of body blows finishing the combo off with a knee to the jaw. Waters: We are seeing the aggressive Covey that made him the quote ‘Bad Ass’ of the CZW. Masters: This isn’t what made him the ‘Bad Ass’, it’s the ‘I DON’T GIVE A FUCK’ attitude he displayed in his meeting with our new GM, he isn’t going to be told what he can and can’t do. Daniels: She is trying to set some standards here in the CZW, she is not going to let the inmates run the asylum. Waters: Covey is yelling at a few fans ringside and walks right into a boot from Jakob, who then reaches out and grabs Covey by his throat and tosses him back into the corner. Daniels: He’s giving Covey a taste of his own medicine with huge over hand rights. Masters: THOSE ARE CLOSED FISTS REF! Daniels: Jakob pulls Covey out of the corner and kicks him hard in the gut. Covey doubles over and Jakob lifts him high into the air… Waters: HUGE POWERBOMB BY JAKOB MAYHEM!!! Daniels: Jakob drops down and steps over with the Texas Cloverleaf and right into the ANACONDA!!!!! Waters: Jakob trying to make Covey tap… Masters: That will never happen…. Daniels: Jakob rearing back putting a ton of pressure on Covey’s neck and back. Waters: The ref down asking Covey if he’s had enough and watching for the tap… Daniels: Covey reaches out…is he going to tap…. Masters: COVEY GRABS THE ROPES!!!! BREAK THE HOLD REF!!!! Daniels: The ref yelling at Jakob to break and not is grabbing Jakob to try and break the hold. Waters: Jakob is walking a fine line here tonight but breaks the hold and once again Covey rolls out of the ring to try and regroup. Masters: Jakob is smarter this time and not following him outside the ring. Daniels: But Jakob gets too close and Covey grabs him by his ankles and drags him under the ropes. Waters: Both men standing toe to toe and slugging it out. Daniels: Covey is rocked a bit and staggers back… Masters: But drives his right foot into the nuts of Jakob Mayhem!!!!! Waters: That drops the big guy… Daniels: That would drop anyone. Covey walks over to his cooler that he brought to ring side…he pulls out a glass beer bottle and chugs the bottle…and then another. Waters: Covey pulls the ring steps over and smashes the glass bottles on the steps… Daniels: What in the hell….he’s pulling the tape off his hands… Masters: HE HAS DOUBLE STICK TAP UNDER THE FIRST LAYER!!!! Daniels: Son of a bitch…he does. He’s rolling both of his hands in that broken glass. Waters: He’s got bad intentions in mind. Daniels: Covey mounts Jakob and rains down rights and lefts on the face of Jakob Mayhem. Waters: With each punch flesh is ripped and blood pours out of the face of Jakob Mayhem. Daniels: Jakob manages to push Covey off but the damage is done, just like last week Covey has ripped apart the face of another CZW star. Masters: Covey is showing the world that when it comes to hardcore wrestling in the CZW he is the one and only ‘Bad Ass’ and the rest will take a backseat to his greatness. Daniels: Covey walks in and takes a wild hay maker but Jakob ducks it and sends Covey into the guard rail with a massive uppercut. Waters: Jakob wipes his face with his hand and sees the blood… Daniels: This might have awoken the monster. Jakob storms over and grabs Covey and sends him flying into the ring post. Masters: Covey’s face smacks right into the post and now he too is wearing a crimson mask. Daniels: Jakob grabs Matt and sends him back into the ring. Waters: Jakob is in rage now drops down and with his figures is trying to pull that wound open more. Masters: The ref is pulling Jakob off but having a hell of a time… Daniels: The ref pulls Jakob up and Covey rolls to his feet and charges… Waters: COVEY DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO THE SMALL OF JAKOB’S BACK AND JAKOB FALLS INTO THE CORNER CRUSHING THE REF!!! Daniels: The ref falls out of the ring and is motionless. Masters: Covey rips Jakob around grabs him by his head and drops to his knees… Waters: JAWBREAKER…. Daniels: Covey lifts Jakob up into the F.U. position…flips him up….into a brain buster… Masters: BLOWING OUT YOUR BRAINS!!!!!! JAKOB IS DONE!!!!!! Waters: You idiot the ref is out cold. Masters: Covey drops to cover, oh shit come on one two three…. Daniels: HERE COMES EZRA MAYHEM!!!! HE ROLLS INTO THE RING AND PULLS COVEY OFF HIS BROTHER! Masters: This is complete bullshit. Waters: Ezra lifts Covey high over his head and…. Daniels: SIT DOWN POWERBOMB!!!! And after all he’s been through he’s not going to get up from that. Waters: Ezra pulls Jakob over Covey and drops out of the ring to grab the ref. Daniels: Wait from out of the crowd…someone has hoped the guard rail… Waters: IT’S BUZZSAW AND HE’S GOT A BARBED WIRE!!! Daniels: He slides into the ring and drops the barb wire and walks over to both Jakob and Covey…HE REACHED DOWN AND PULLS JAKOB OFF OF COVEY AND NOW IS PUTTING COVEY ONTOP OF JAKOB MAYHEM!!!!! Masters: Buzzsaw slides out of the ring as Ezra pushes the ref back into the ring… ONE….. . . . TWO….. . . . THREE!!!!!!!! Masters: Look at Ezra, he’s shocked at what he sees!!! Waters: And Buzzsaw grabs a microphone and gets into the ring. Daniels: Ezra is screaming at Buzzsaw who puts up his hands and tells him to calm down… Buzzsaw: Ezra, shut up! I want to offer my congratulations to Matt Covey here tonight on his victory over Jakob Mayhem…. Buzzsaw drops to his knee and is right in the ear of Matt Covey… Buzzsaw: NOW WE ARE EVEN…. Buzzsaw gets to his feet as Ezra is looking at Jakob…. Buzzsaw: LIKE HELL WE ARE!!!!!! The fans erupt as Buzzsaw picks up the barb wire and wraps it around his taped right hand and drops down on Covey and starts to rake the barb wire across the face of Matt Covey. Buzzsaw begins to punch away at Covey’s face with the barbwire around his right hand. Buzzsaw stands up and looks at Jakob and Ezra who are ready to pounce on him. Buzzsaw: Hold up, you two want to act like this is all a god damn joke? You go and sign with Tim behind my back and go on national TV and start rumor after rumor about me and my family and just laugh it off like it’s some god damn joke. You sat in that office and told me you had my back, that we were….what did you call it….oh right a team. Jakob and Ezra both get to their feet. Buzzsaw: I know tonight you wanted to send a message but so did I, I had a message to send and sorry if it trumped your attempt for revenge, but that’s how it goes big man. Jakob takes a step towards Buzzsaw but Ezra holds him back. Buzzsaw: Hey it’s all about the team Jakob, and tonight I have a major announcement that is more important that your match. Buzzsaw grabs Matt Covey and drags him to the ropes, he pulls the middle rope over the top rope trapping Covey’s arms, Buzzsaw smacks Covey around a bit to make sure he has his attention. Buzzsaw: Last week you came out here and told me you were going to make my life a living hell because I didn’t take your little tournament serious, well you were right Matt, I didn’t give a shit about the ‘Bad Ass’ Invitational. Why the hell would I? Do you know who the hell I am? You say you are going to be the man to take the CZW Ultraviolent Title off me well I’m not going to play this game any longer, you want me…you want to your chance to show the world you are still relevant? August 22, Chicago, Illinois HATEWAVE, it’s your chance Covey to make me pay, but it won’t be just any match. I told the world that when I won that title I was going to take it too new levels….well at Hatewave we are going to do just that Covey! At Hatewave you get your shot at me and this title but we are going to fight it out 35 feet above the ring!!!! The fans begin to cheer: CZW!!! CZW!!! CZW!!! Buzzsaw: You like glass, well the ring will have glass sheets being held up by tables…they are going to attach barbwire and run it across the ring….the one that falls to the ring will wear the scars of being the loser of the EXTREME SCAFFOLD MATCH!!!! See you soon Covey…wait…one more for the road… Buzzsaw rips a strain of barbwire apart and walks over to Covey and swings down at Covey’s chest and the barbwire rips Covey’s chest apart. Buzzsaw tosses the barbwire at the feet of Jakob and Ezra. Buzzsaw: You want your revenge…have at it. Buzzsaw rolls out of the ring and Jakob picks up the barbwire and smiles. As he gets to Covey security hits the ring and stops him from and the fans erupt in boos. ***
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*Scene fades away from blackness and Garrett sits in the ring*
Garrett is sitting in a chair in the ring in his street clothes and the crowd is mixed with boos and cheers. Crowd starts chanting ‘CZW, CZW, CZW!!!’ Garrett stands up and has a smile on his face, lifts his right arm in the air and a classic microphone comes down from the rappers. Garrett begins to speak before being takin back by the liveliness of the crowd. As a smirk comes to his face, Garrett begins to speak.
Garrett-Hell Low MORGANTOWN!!!!!!!
Crowd is still mixed with boos and cheers. Obviously the ones cheering are just simply happy because they like hearing there town screamed from a CZW superstar.
Garrett-Ok, I’m out here tonight to pretty much attempt to clear my name. You see, with my family not having a great reputation with the fans, by default I wouldn’t have one ether. With my run in with MTM and having my reputation looking like a heel in the company. Let me be real with you guys for a bit. I’m in no way a bad guy at all. Just think about what all I have done since I’ve been here…..
Garret pauses for a moment...
Garrett-I am having a war with that big bastard of a man called MTM, that’s it. I haven’t interfered in any matches, I haven’t changed any outcomes of matches, nor have I complained about my losses I have encountered since being here. I am simply a very driven man, I smell blood and I will strike. Yes, my family is not the best of people nor are they the most popular ones. But do not be fooled, they are my family and blood comes first. I will in no way ever interfere in a match while here or will I ask anyone to interfere in my matches. I am just saying to you, the CZW universe that just accept me for who I am and I will not disappoint. Don’t think I’m a bad man due to me defending my family, either right or wrong; I will always defend my family.
Crowd is quite and starts to stir a bit and seems to be getting bored a bit, Garrett notices it and makes a desperate move to wake them up.
Garrett-So Morgantown what do you say huh? From this point forward, can I get a clean slate please? Is that too much to ask?
Crowd starts a dull cheer and Garrett’s music hits and Garrett exits the ring and heads to the back.
*** Towers: This next contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 523 pounds, the team of Big Nasty and Edward Croft, they are GODS AMONGST MEN! The crowd cheers for the team as they make their entrance. Daniels: A good reception for these two men, as they are set to- hey what's going on! The camera cuts to the announce table, as Rob Wright has managed to sneak up behind Daniels. He takes Daniels' headset off his ears. Wright: Take a break, Daniels. You're cool. Wright pushes Daniels, chair and all, away from the table. He then unfolds a standard-issue steel chair for himself, puts on the headset and takes Wright's spot. Waters: And CZW Television Champion Rob Wright has joined us for commentary for this match, apparently. I must congratulate you on your victory earlier. Wright: Well, I was going to show up to scout Krimzon Blaze for my upcoming title defense at Hatewave anyway, and I figured I'm gonna have a lot to say, and everyone's gonna want to hear it. So here I am. And you were a great opponent, wouldn't mind locking up again someday. Masters: Well, any reason to boot Daniels out of here for a few minutes is a good one, I say. Towers: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 370 pounds, the team of El Pablo and Krimzon Blaze, EL FUEGO! El Fuego comes out to a positive response as well. People seem to have, for the most part, forgiven Pablo for his transgressions. Wright: 370... Christ, there are people out there bigger than the two of them put together. Waters: Garrett William's the only one I can think of offhand, and I wouldn't call him normal by any means. Wright: Still. It's kinda sad, you know. Krimzon's coming to the ring right now with a man who has held the World title, Intercontinental title, X title, Tag titles... and yet he still doesn't know what a real champion looks like. At Hatewave, I will show Krimzon Blaze exactly what a real champion looks like. Waters: You, I presume? Wright: No less. Waters: Well, with that, let's get this match underway. Big Nasty and El Pablo starting out for their respective teams. Wright: See, Krimzon doesn't even want this fight. Otherwise he would've insisted. The bell sounds and the two men lock up, though Nasty's size advantage is clearly evident as he almost immediately transitions into an irish whip. Masters: Whip on Pablo... right back into a spinebuster! Big Nasty is wasting no time here! Waters: Barely a few seconds in, and he's tagging in the new Canada's Bad Ass. Masters: Croft now on the attack as Pablo gets to his feet. Russian leg sweep from Croft now. Lifting Pablo up for a second... but no, Pablo counters out! Waters: A kick to the side from Pablo, followed by an enzuigiri! Now Croft is down and the tide has shifted in short order! Wright: And it looks like we're about to see what Krimzon Blaze can do. Not much, I'm sure, but let's see it anyway. Masters: Croft gets back up, Blaze is running to the ropes... Waters: Leaps off... Springboard hurricanrana! Fantastic! And the cover: 1 . . . 2 . KICK OUT Waters: A great display of athleticism there by Blaze, and Croft as well, having the awareness to get out of the rana pin. Masters: Croft now up, dropping Blaze with a clothesline. Blaze gets right back... you know, I'm sorry, but I just can't get into this match. With the crowd cheering for all four of these men as if they were proper upstanding citizens, I just can't figure out who to get behind. Waters: You're supposed to be neutral, William. Masters: Yes, and you know as well as I do that claiming to be neutral and actually doing it are two very different things. You know what? The hell with it. The first team to hit the other with a foreign object is the one I'm rooting for. Waters: So you're... Masters: Pro-senseless violence and proud of it! Wright: And while that's going on, Krimzon's apparently taken too much of a hurting and is tagging back out to Pablo. Waters: Pablo with a kick to the gut, now grabbing Croft's arms... straightjacket neckbreaker! Goes for a cover: 1 . . KICK OUT Waters: Keeping the offense up, pulling up Croft... into a sitout jawbreaker! Excellent technique there. Wright: Krimzon's being tagged back in, and he's going right to the top rope. Waters: Going up for the Holy Shot, and- uh oh. Wright: Ha. You picked the wrong corner for that one. Way to forget about Big Nasty there, champ. Masters: Nasty ran right across the apron, grabbing Krimzon Blaze in a chokehold. Waters: He's going for the Nasty Slam- no! He's climbing with Blaze! He's going for The Legendary Fall! This could easily spell doom for El Fuego if he- CRASH! Wright: Huh. Guess Krimzon wasn't the only one who forgot about the partner. Masters: What on earth was that? Waters: It's hard to tell, but it looked like El Pablo took a neon sign shaped like a flamingo- why that was under the ring, we'll never know- and bashed Big Nasty from behind with it! Masters: Good enough for me! Let's go, El Fuego! Waters: Anyway, that glass in his back is more than enough to break Big Nasty's grip, and Blaze has the opportunity! Holy Shot! Masters: And... no! Croft rolls out of the way. Looks like he was playing possum, that cheat! Wright: Psh. The Holy Shot's no good anyway. I mean, he's got to put a frilly little spin move on his splash just to give it power. What does that say, really? Waters: Croft back to his corner, Nasty back to the apron... and the tag is made! Blaze is still a bit groggy... and he walks into another chokehold! Masters: No- wait. Yes! A sharp toe kick to the gut and he's out of it. Wright: Yeah, but what can he do against someone the size of Big Nasty? Waters: Well, he's going to try. A back chop doesn't seem to do much... nor does that kick to the leg... but now he runs to the ropes- and a springboard dropkick has him staggered! Runs to the other side, bounds off those ropes with a springboard enzuigiri and he's down! Masters: Pablo's tagged back in now! Croft trying to help his partner out, running in- and running right in to Identity Crisis! That double-armed DDT has both men on the mat! Waters: But Big Nasty is still the legal man, and the one he's going to the top rope for. And will we see it? Pablo Splash! Masters: It connects! And the cover! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 DING DING DING! Towers: Your winners, EL FUEGO! Wright: Please. El Pablo could've won that by himself. Hell, he practically did. Go ahead and get back here, Daniels. I'm done. Now I know I got nothing to worry about. Krimzon Blaze is going to see what a real champion looks like soon enough. As El Pablo celebrates, Krimzon tries to, but he and Wright still lock eyes and Wright walks back up the ramp. ***
Mike King is backstage with Ryan Lewis.
Ryan: Mike King tonight is your first CZW Intercontinental title defense against your friend Brian Kirkland. What are your thoughts?
King just stares a hole in Lewis.
King: Ryan you need to be more of a hard-hitting reporter. "What are my thoughts going into my match?" Ninja please, everyone knows that Jose Canseco don't get phunked by no crab. Ryan, Brian and I know that we are fighting towards the same goal and I would expect him to play the same mind games as I do. It is the same as putting Jeff Gordan against Jimmie Johnson during a NASCAR race or John Force and Ashley Force Hood during an NHRA National, the best man wins. Last time it was me, this time it will be me again.
Ryan is about to speak but King cuts him off.
King: But we all know that Kirkland did not try to win the title off of me this quick. I know Theresa Baines, the esteemed new General Manager of Combat Zone Wrestling pulled the trigger on it because of an off-hand comment. He said it as a joke and now it's a match. I really suspect what her intentions are. And because of that over the next few weeks me and my money, will make her life a living hell until she leaves CZW and let the inmates run the asylum like it should be.
Ryan is finally allowed to speak and he is stunned.
Ryan: The inmates run the asylum?
King: You heard me you impotent fool. Mike King just said CZW should be ran by the wrestlers and not by the office. People should appeal for shots at my title and not just handed shots like Baines has done. Go check out Rajahs and NoDQ.com, people agree that general managers are passe.
Ryan looks shocked.
Ryan: Rajah's, that's still running?
King: Yes now will you get talent?
Ryan no sells the comment.
Ryan: Alright, alright. Now if you win, at HateWave you have Kimo Newton in what would be your second title defense.
King: I know I have to face that loser again. What did he do to deserve another shot at the Intercontinental title of the Combat Zone? I pinned him to win the title. He should be at the bottom of the barrel the same way he like his booze, at the bottom of the bottle. Kimo Newton, you want to pass up my title, I am fine with that. I know why you want to go after Jackal, because you can't beat me. You are a pathetic failure of epic proportions and I will drop you like a bad habit at HateWave.
King slaps the title belt on his shoulder and walks away from Ryan.
*** DANIELS: "Well, this match should be a classic. These men had conflict on the show right before Summer Showdown, and it's Maynard's first match back in a while." MASTERS: "Where has he been anyway?" WATERS: "Wal-Mart." DANIELS: "Anyway... Again, it should be a classic. Let's take it to Jessica for our introduc--" Suddenly, the Godzilla theme begins to play and the crowd jeers. Out walks Sawyer, in street clothes. WATERS: "What is he doing here?" MASTERS: "Well, DUH, Aussie! He's here to scout O'Toole!" Sawyer makes his way to the announcing table, ignoring the fans. There is a chair next to Masters in which he sits down, and William hands him a fourth head set. MASTERS: "Welcome, Godzilla! Glad to have you." SAWYER: "And I'm glad to highlight your night." DANIELS: "William suggested you were here to scout Maynard." SAWYER: "Then I'd have to say William is right, Daniels. How's your neck?" Daniels looks offended MASTERS: "Never mind him, he's all puffy lately anyway." DANIELS: "... let's take it to Jessica for sure, this time." TOWERS: "This next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 268 pounds... He is the leader of The Next Generation, and is being led to the ring by his bodyguard, Carnage... the former Hardcore, World Tag, and X-Division champion... The King of Chaos... TIM TIMMONS!!" The crowd mostly cheers as Tim and Carnage make their way out on the ramp to the tune of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory. Tim is wearing a blue ensemble. Tim smiles as they walk down to the ring. SAWYER: "Now this Carnage fellow is impressive, I remember his first stint with us back in 2008. Problem with him, all meat, and no brain." MASTERS: "Right on the money, Godzilla!" WATERS: "Quit sucking up, Bill." TOWERS: "His opponent... hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina and weighing in at 255 pounds... He is a former World Heavyweight and two-time Intecontinental champion... The OGT... MAYNARD O'TOOLE!!" The crowd erupt as "Bloodline" by Slayer plays over the PA. Maynard takes a moment to come out, but once he does, the crowd somehow gets even louder. Looking ready and set to go, Maynard walks down to the ring in dark purple. He nods to the fans who cheer him, but he's never been known to play up to them. When he gets to the ring, he circles it, and sees Sawyer at the announcer's booth. He stares at him, while he walks up the stairs to the apron, and points to his eyes as if saying he has them on Sawyer. SAWYER: "That's fine, big man, I'm not here to get physically involved. Pay attention to the matters at hand." Maynard gets into the ring, and as soon as he turns his head to Tim, Tim runs up and plows him with a right hand. The bell rings. MASTERS: "That's right, listen to Sawyer, Maynard!" WATERS: "Tim stays on top of the dazed OGT, which is a smart move. He picks him up and irish whips him into a corner, following directly behind. Lariat! Now Tim nails him with a series of knees to the gut." DANIELS: "Tim pulls Maynard out of the corner and throws him to the ropes... BIG BOOT! Right on the mark, too. Carnage claps on from ringside as Tim goes for the first cover of the contest!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT SAWYER: "Well, a little too early for the pinfall, but Maynard seems to have ring rust." DANIELS: "Tim picks him back up and punches him a few more times. Another throw to the ropes... wait, Maynard reverses... the rebound... BAM! Maynard nails Tim with a powerslam, text book and well executed... I see no ring rust there!" WATERS: "Maynard takes a moment to collect his bearings, and both men slowly get back to their feet. Maynard hits Tim hard with a European uppercut. Another! A kick to the gut..." * SLAM! * WATERS: "POWER BOMB! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT SAWYER: "I've always been impressed with Maynard's power." MASTERS: "But, just like Carnage... he has no brains!" DANIELS: "Yeah, he only won the World title and the IC belt twice out of sheer luck, right? William, you are a fool." MASTERS: "Quit sassing me, yankee." WATERS: "Maynard picks Tim up, and slaps him around a few times. He then throws him to a corner... and follows in with a splash! The crowd love it." CROWD: "OGT! OGT! OGT!" MASTERS: "They only cheer him because they oppose THEIR champion." SAWYER: "Well, not only that, he opposes ME. And believe me, these sheep aren't liking me much right now." DANIELS: "I can't argue with that. Maynard hits Tim a few times, then sits him up on the top turnbuckle. Oh, what a shot to the mouth! Maynard begins to climb up with him, looks like he's wanting a Superplex-type move here..." WATERS: "Tim begins to fight him off, however... OH! Tim just punched Maynard hard in the mouth!" SAWYER: "The spit sell!" DANIELS: "Tim grabs Maynard's head.. leaps!!" * THUD! * DANIELS: "TORNADO DDT! Tim takes a moment to get over to the OGT, but now the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT SAWYER: "That was close!" WATERS: "Both men are laying down for a moment, trying to recharge... Tim is up first, obviously... He, ahem, helps O'Toole up.. and proceeds to throw him right to the floor! Carnage, doing the honorable thing, throws his hands up and moves to another side of the ring. Tim follows him out, and lands a hard forearm to his back. He grabs his arm... irish whip... REVERSED!" * CLASH! * SAWYER: "Oh, that's gotta hurt." MASTERS: "Sucks to be Tim, who slams hard into the guardrail. Maynard is too blown up to capitolize right away, however. He needs to lay off of the in-store Mickey Ds!" DANIELS: "... What the hell are you talking about?" MASTERS: "... Nevermind." WATERS: "Maynard makes his way over to Tim and lays in a few closed fists. He then grabs Tim's head and walks towards the ring post..." * CLANG! * MASTERS: "HA! Timmons gets his revenge!" SAWYER: "Tim with a nice reversal there, Maynard's forehead smacks right into the ring post. And let me tell you, that post is VERY unforgiving." DANIELS: "Tim slowly grabs Maynard back up, and sluggishly tosses him into the ring. That shot... and this match.. is obviously taking its toll." WATERS: "Tim slowly rolls in behind him, and gets up. You can tell by the look in his eyes, the lights are on, but everyone's asleep. Tim goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT SAWYER: "Now, see, if that were me in the ring I would have hit one more move before going for the cover, if I truly was going for the win. However, it is a trick to get some rest and put pressure on the opponent." WATERS: "Tim is making sure with the ref, who is Jason Humel for this contest, that it was only a two count. Tim gets up, and picks the OGT up. A kick to the gut... he lifts him up... Cradle piledriver! This could be it!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . FOOT IN THE ROPES MASTERS: "OH!" SAWYER: "Maynard's ring presence showing there, he's not an easy man to put down, his career reflects that. But he didn't hold a title for almost a year, though, did he? I think not." DANIELS: "Tim is frustrated, but not overly so. He's more like telling himself he should have known to drag Maynard out a little. He gets back up, and slowly pulls Maynard back up. He locks in an old school sleeperhold!" SAWYER: "This is smart here, He gains his breath, while Maynard grasps for his. I applaud my former stablemate here." WATERS: "I'm fairly certain your long feud over shadows your partnership, to the average CZW fan." SAWYER: "I can't argue with that." MASTERS: "Well, this match is over. Maynard is obviously and totally out of shape. He's gonna fall asleep. Bathroom break!" DANIELS: "I've seen no signs of ring rust whatsoever, William." WATERS: "The crowd is behind Maynard here, trying to help revive him. Tim thinks better of it, and lets go of the hold. He turns Maynard around, and swiftly, takes him back down with a strong lariat. Now Tim has his mind on something else!" MASTERS: "Well, Tim is going for the high flying move here, which is just dumb. You're giving him time to recover!" SAWYER: "Tim finally makes it to the top, and positions himself. It looks like he's going for a guillotine legdrop here. He aims... he shoots...." MASTERS: "And he lands flat on his ass, with Maynard moving out of the way at the last possible second. I told you, Tim!" DANIELS: "Now both men are laying out, with the crowd chanting basically for both to continue. What a match this one is." SAWYER: "I must agree, but these are CZW originals. Of course it's a good match." WATERS: "Maynard pulls himself up with the ropes, while Tim does so as well, just slightly after O'Toole... they lumber towards each other, and begin throwing punches at each other." MASTERS: "And Tim nails Maynard hard with a kick to the gut... He lifts him up... he's going for the T-Crusher here, me thinks!" SAWYER: "'Me Thinks'?" MASTERS: "Yep!" DANIELS: "Regardless of how weird he says it, he's right! Tim has Maynard up, this will be it if he can execute!" WATERS: "Maynard tries to fight it... wiggles his legs... he counters! He now has the upper hand, and HE is going nail Tim with his own move!" MASTERS: "Blasphemy." SAWYER: "But look at this, Tim is wiggling just like Maynard did. Tim is the master of this Tombstone, if he hits it, believe me, it IS lights out." DANIELS: "Tim wiggles enough to get back in control! He has to position himself just right before hitting it though... and look, Maynard is trying his best to get back to the vertical base!" SAWYER: "Almost like a human version of chess here, whoever can get the upper hand... has it, I do believe." WATERS: "Maynard gets back on his feet, with Tim upside down and in his arms..." MASTERS: "It's a good thing these people are watching it and not just reading it, otherwise... it sounds dirty." DANIELS: "Wait, it doesn't look like Maynard is going for the T-Crusher here... he lifts Tim up with the momentum, and flings him on his shoulders! He's going for HIS move here!" WATERS: "Tim is trying hard to fight it off... however, Maynard gets a good grip... flings Tim!" * FLIP! THUD! * DANIELS: "THE THIRD EYE!! HE NAILED HIM WITH THAT FIREMAN'S CARRY/CUTTER COMBO! THE COVER!!!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!! * DING DING DING * "Bloodline" plays over the PA again, as Maynard has won this contest. SAWYER: "Great showing by both men, and Tim's a trooper... he may not have the best win/loss record in the world, but he's one hell of an opponent in the ring." DANIELS: "And you would think he'd want a piece of you again, after you betrayed his group..." SAWYER: "All the power... and LUCK to him on that, Daniels." Sawyer stands up, but keeps the headset on SAWYER: "And on that note, gentlemen, my purpose out here is over. I bid you adi--" DANIELS: "WAIT! That bastard Fiscus just ran down to the ring! And... he has a freakin' SLEDGE HAMMER!" MASTERS: "AH HA! YES!" WATERS: "Fiscus slides into the ring, as Maynard is just now getting back up! Maynard is up, turns around, and..." * THUNK! * DANIELS: "NO! Alan just nailed Maynard hard in the face with the butt of that sledge hammer! What a coward!" SAWYER: "Hmmm." MASTERS: "That's right!" WATERS: "Fiscus has leveled Maynard, kicks at the rope near Carnage who was trying to enter ring, and turns to Tim.. who just so happens to just get up.. Tim has no idea..." * THUD! * DANIELS: "Fiscus nails Tim as well! Tim and Maynard are out cold, and the crowd is absolutely HATING this!" Fiscus kicks back at Carnage, who is trying to get in the ring. He then turns to the announcing booth, and signals for Sawyer to get in the ring and get a piece. SAWYER: "No, no... I'm good right here, big man." DANIELS: "I absolutely hate him!" MASTERS: "You hate winners, it's true!" Suddenly, the jeers turn to cheers DANIELS: "OH! Alan, you'd better not turn around, champ!" Big Nasty has ran his way down to the ring, and slides in, with Alan not even noticing as he is staring at Sawyer. Sawyer points to behind him, and as he does, he is met with a stiff running big boot that knocks the sledge hammer out of his hands, his back to the mat. Alan instinctly slides out of the ring and works his way up the ramp, with eyes that could kill. Nasty just says to come back in, and he has his number any time he wants. He then motions the sign of having money in his hand. MASTERS: "This is horrible! What a party pooper!" WATERS: "Well, we all know Nasty claims that someone has paid him a hefty sum to 'take out' the World champion." DANIELS: "And whoever that is, my hats off to him. We need this cancer removed!" As Nasty checks on both Tim and Maynard, who are both beginning to stir, Overdrive cuts to a commercial. ***
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The camera switches to a view of Ryan Lewis standing by a door marked ‘Sawyer’. At the bottom of the screen you can see the words 'recorded earlier'.
Ryan: “I’m Ryan Lewis and we’re here at the dressing room door of top contender to the World Heavyweight Championship Godzilla Sawyer. (Ryan knocks on the door) Sawyer? Are you available for comment?”
Sawyer, from inside the door: “Come on in.”
Ryan opens the door and we hear an audible gasp. The camera follows and we see Ryan standing totally flabbergasted. The camera slowly moves to the right, showing the room they have just entered.
It is not really a locker room at all, probably a ‘special guest’ chamber. It is fairly large, the size of a house living room. There are middle eastern carpet covering the walls and a oval maroon rug on the floor in the center of the room. There is a full size couch, recliner chair, and a 52" HD TV that is currently showing a live feed of what is going on Overdrive, and of course is showing what we are seeing. There is a table near the couch and the table is adorned with a sushi platter, dim sum, crispy spring rolls, and little bowls of miso soup, as well as a bottle of champagne on ice. Godzilla Sawyer is sitting in the chair, but the man sitting on the couch is what has Ryan Lewis speechless...commentator William Masters!
Sawyer: “Close the door, guys. You are letting all the AC out!”
Ryan: “Oh! Sorry.”
The door closes and Godzilla motions for Lewis to come in further.
Sawyer: “Sit here by William. You and the camera man, have some food, some bubbly! Relax.”
Ryan looks a little concerned: “Are you sure? It seems like everyone who is this nice to me ends up attacking me.”
Sawyer: “Don’t worry, Ryan. You aren’t one of those idiot fans who won’t be satisfied until I bleed out and die for them in the ring. I have no reason to hurt you, you’ve always been pretty good to me.”
Ryan sits down, find a sushi roll and eats it, a smile coming to his face.
Ryan: “This is high quality.”
William: “Of course it is. He’d have someone fired if it wasn’t.”
Ryan chuckles: “That’s a good one.”
Sawyer, motioning to a bowl of M&M candies: “No, he’s serious. These were supposed to be peanut, not milk chocolate. I had someone fired for that an hour ago.”
Ryan just stares at Sawyer, then shakes his head.
William: “You should get started. The Main Event is just a few minutes away.”
Ryan: “Um, right! I can’t believe you are here with Godzilla Sawyer, though, William. You hated Sawyer not too long ago.”
William: “Yeah, but since he realized who CZW fans really are, he and I are on the same page, now.”
Sawyer, with a smile: “Yup! Mr. Masters is the new manager of my official fan club!”
Ryan stares again, then shakes himself. “Ok, ok. Godzilla, I’m looking around and...I just can’t believe this. I mean, you always used to use the locker rooms with everyone else. Only the stables and real prima donnas had private dressing rooms. And this...champagne, trays of food, more food than you really can eat. What is all this?”
Sawyer: “It’s what I’m due, Ryan. You are absolutely right. Taking out the times I walked away from CZW, I’ve been active for over a year and a half. During that time, I’ve held two championships and fought my way to the top. I’ve decided to start taking advantage of the money CZW is willing to throw my way. Maybe, just maybe, I’m tired of trying to live up to the image that I’ve kept just for the fans sake. If I can get a spread like this without paying for it out of my own pocket, why not? If I break my leg tomorrow, I’m off the road, lose my shot at Hatewave, fall out of favor. Why shouldn’t I live it up now?”
Ryan: “Speaking of what CZW will or will not do, we recently had a bombshell dropped on all of us with Theresa Baines arriving as CZW’s new General Manager. I haven’t been able to find anyone who has spoken to Jesse Montana since that announcement. How does that effect you, Jesse being MIA?”
Sawyer: “Well, it does concern me, since I haven’t been in contact with him since Summer Showdown, either. But you know, Ms. Baines has given me a dream match for Hatewave, part of the Main Event in CZW’s biggest show. I think I’m capable of handling the changeover, thank you. And again, its not like its CZW’s management I have a problem with right now. Every one else can flop around and cry about the new changes, but I’ll just roll with the blows and prepare for my big match.”
Ryan: “Now, last week, you attacked Billy...”
Sawyer: “...Next question, Lewis.”
Ryan: “But the fans have the right to know.”
Sawyer, menacingly: “I think I’ve made it perfectly clear that I don’t care anymore about what the fans want. Next question.”
Ryan: “Ok,then. I’ve received a partial card for the next Overdrive, the remainder being decided based on tonight’s show, and you are scheduled to face ‘The Colossus’ Garrett William. Any thoughts?”
A perplexed look crosses Sawyer’s face. “Garrett? Why? How the fans have been reacting to me after they turned on me, I wouldn’t expect...” Then a smile crosses his face. “Probably trying to build the excitement by having me against one of Alan’s associates, and I’m faced Finch and Attic before, so Garrett is the unknown factor in these possible match ups. I get it. Not bad booking really.”
Ryan: “Is that all you have to say? Good booking?”
Sawyer stands suddenly and Ryan shrinks back.
Sawyer: “With everything that’s been going on around here, you think I’m going to worry about something like Garrett Morris? Ryan, I’m a hot commodity now! I’ve got to build my image more than I ever have! I have to make sure my non-CZW fans all over the world get what they pay for even as I spill hate all over these fans of ‘ultraviolent’! And I’m sure ‘The Colossus’ is concerned with his mom, Mrs. Garrett, taking care of Tootie, Blaire, Natalie, and Jo. Yeah, Garrett is a huge, huge man with some impressive abilities, but it is just an Overdrive match. Even if he beats me, the important match is at Hatewave! But I’m a warrior, a great beast that’s just getting more vicious. Lief Garrett is just one in a long list of battles I must take part in! Jack Sparrow had to face Davey Jones. Simba had to take back Pride Rock! Taran had to stop the Horned King (aside to the camera) Google that one, folks. (back to Ryan) Even Aladdin had to face the galloping whores! Garrett is a huge monster in size, but facing Alan and O’ Toole at Hatewave is the bigger challenge. I’ll put everything I have into both, and maybe do some things folks around here aren’t used to from me. Gotta give the fans what they want, right.”
William Masters: “I gotta go, buddy! The big match is about to start.”
Sawyer: “Oh, yeah! Kirkland vs King. Gotta watch that! See ya later, Will. You, too, Ryan. I’m sure you have something else to do right now.”
Ryan: “Not really. Could I just stay and...”
Sawyer, irrationally at the top of his lungs: “HE FACED THE GALLOPING WHORES, RYAN! REMEMBER THAT AND GO!!!”
Ryan: “Um...yeah. (Into the camera) Godzilla Sawyer, ladies and gentlemen.” ***
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The scene opens up in a neatly furnished office. On the desk is Derek Damage’s name, though the chair behind it is unoccupied. Standing at the back of the room, gazing out the window over the city is CZW’s founder. As usual, he is in a custom suit, though his face in the reflection of the glass seems to have changed slightly. This is not the same Derek Damage who strutted to the ring with the Outlaws. This is not the same Derek Damage who adopted the name ‘Old Stone’ and acted like a castoff from the Cheech and Chong films. This is not even the same Derek Damage who was Jesse Montana’s lackey. There is an intensity in his stare not seen before within CZW, a coldness that no one would have expected to see.
“CZW…MY creation…has become a circus. A few weeks ago, Godzilla Sawyer said something that made quite a bit of sense to me. He said that ‘the inmates are running the asylum,’ and that’s quite true. And now, the ‘shareholders’ have inserted this new ‘GM’ to run things ‘their way.’ This ‘Baines’ showed up with the GALL to say her placement was out of my hands. MY hands! I AM CZW. NOTHING is out of my hands, and she will come to realize this soon enough. As will the fans at home, and as will the entire collective in the back. I am DEREK…DAMAGE…”
DD turns to face the camera slowly with a calculating glare.
“I OWN CZW. I BUILT CZW. And I’ll be DAMNED if I let my creation be usurped from me by ANYONE. Mark my words…the only one who decides what is best for this company…is me. Now get out of my sight.”
Damage turns around again, observing the city and reflecting to himself as the camera cuts back to the arena.
*** “Reckless Youth” plays through the arena as the ENTIRE Youthful Aggression stable begins to make their way to the ring with Mike King and Brian Kirkland walking side by side, King with the Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT, and it is for the CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, accompanied by Youthful Aggression, the challenger, from Dallas, North Carolina, ‘the Reaper,’ BRIAN…KIRKLAND!! And also, his opponent, from Buckeye, Arizona, the CZW Intercontinental Champion, ‘the Phoenix,’ MIKE…KING!!” Waters: “Interesting seeing the challenger AND champion arriving at the same time…” Masters: “That’s just illustrating the unity of Youthful Aggression! Even as opponents, they are 100% unified.” *Ding-ding!* Daniels: “There’s the opening bell, and Kirkland and King are slowly pacing around eachother. There’s a respectful handshake…this could potentially be another classic of a match as is the history between these two individuals.” Waters: “Here they go for the lockup…no, Kirkland steps back. He’s pointing at King and now…wait, what?” Daniels: “Kirkland…LYING DOWN!?” Waters: “Oh, give me a break. Of all the…” Masters: “King with the pin!” 1! 2!! 3!!! *DING-DING-DING!* The bell rings and ‘Welt’ plays, barely audible over all the jeers from the crowd. The referee hands Mike King the IC title belt. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and STILL CZW Intercontinental Champion…’the Phoenix,’ MIKE KING!!” The fans continue to boo as Kirkland raises King’s arm. Jacob Havok, Ryan Shane, Knox Harper as well as Axel, Serena and Lauren all join them. BK and Knox shoulder King and hold him up to show off his title. Waters: “Without even breaking a sweat.” Suddenly the music cuts and the sounds of applause are heard over the PA. On the Combat-tron, the members of Beautiful Agony are all applauding sarcastically. Eddie: “Congratulations appear to be in order! Or, rather, they would be if anyone actually cared. The mighty Youthful Aggression, with the Intercontinental Champion and the X Division Champion, and the North Idaho Waffle-eating Champion. Do I really have to say that was a joke about Harper? And NOW, you guys have captain Identity-crisis himself, Jacob Havok! You’re unstoppable! You’re invulnerable! You’re omnipotent!! But…you still make mistakes, right? I mean…how many of you realized that this is a recording we made earlier this morning?” Daniels: “HOLY CRAP!!” Distracted by the big screen, the members of Youthful Aggression are completely blindsided by Beautiful Agony as they storm the ring from the crowd! Daniels: “GOOD LORD!! Eddie just leveled Havok from behind with that SKULLBUSTER CHAIR OF HIS!! McNally with a 2x4 to the back of Harper!! Kerosene drops Kirkland with a blast from his KEY-TAR!!” Waters: “That’s Brian Blaze with a set of NUNCHUCKS!! He blasts King with a flurry that takes the champion off his feet and sends him scurrying out of the ring! Spencer Pierce with a KENDO STICK just blasted Axel St. James!!” Masters: “SHENANIGANS!!” Daniels: “Johnny and Eddie with a series of double-team kicks on Ryan Shane and then Blaze finishes him with an overhand nunchuck strike!! Blaze now flourishing with the weapon like he’s Bruce Lee or something!! Lauren drags Havok out and Serena helps get Axel and then Shane out of the ring! McNally throws Harper to the outside as well! Kirkland is all by himself with Beautiful Agony!” Masters: “Mike King won’t leave his friend behind!” Waters: “Correction! King tries to get back up but out from the back comes KIMO NEWTON!!” *THWACK!!* Daniels: “What a chair shot!! Kimo tosses the chair aside and starts stomping away at King, picking him up and tossing him into the crowd! Kimo is kicking King’s ass all over the arena!!” Waters: “It doesn’t look like Ryan Shane is in any hurry to get back in the ring, either!” Masters: “Someone SAVE KIRKLAND!!” Daniels: “I thought Kirkland was the one who did the saving around here? Looks like Team BA is not done yet!! McNally picks Kirkland up and shoves him back towards Johnny…he hooks the arms…FACEMELTER!!” Waters: “Blaze JUST NOW snaps out of his Bruce Lee pose as Spencer and Eddie pick Kirkland back up. McNally is taunting Shane and Co., DARING them to get into the ring, but the remainder of Youthful Aggression are essentially helpless at this point!” Masters: “They were sneak-attacked by a gang of hooligans brandishing weapons! What shape would YOU be in!?” Daniels: “BLAZING ARROW!! And they’re not done YET!! Kirkland is in serious trouble as the Spectacle hold his lifeless body up and McNally gets a head of steam…BICYCLE KICK!! HE JUST TURNED KIRKLAND INSIDE OUT!!” Waters: “Havok looks to try and get into the ring, but Eddie smacks the ropes above him with the Skullbuster, keeping him at bay! Frustration is evident on the faces of Youthful Aggression but Beautiful Agony have the ring perfectly cut off!” Masters: “What’s this wanker doing!?” Daniels: “Spencer Pierce is going to get himself a piece of the action it seems!! He sits up in the corner with an inverted facelock! DIAMOND DUST!! What a maneuver from Spencer!!” Masters: “He’s a bleeding MANAGER!” Waters: “AND he’s a former wrestler, Bill. He only stepped away because of a neck injury, but it doesn’t seem that he’s lost much of his touch! And now look..Eddie is heading up top! We know what’s coming, and the crowd does as well from the sounds of it!” Daniels: “Eddie is perched up top, pointing to the outside at the rest of YA before…ST. EDWARD’S FALL!! PERFECTLY EXECUTED!! Beautiful Agony have made a statement here tonight to be certain, and that statement is that the war is not yet over!!" The scene cuts back to Kimo and King (King picks Kimo up and slams his foot across his back in an axe kick dropping him to the ground again. King bends down to grab Kimo when suddenly he is met with a fist right into the testicular area. Kimo gets up only to have Chris Tolwar come barreling into the picture.) Daniels: I don’t know what Tolwar is thinking but if security couldn’t stop these guys I don’t see how he can! (Without even thinking Kimo pulls Tolwar in close to his face and sinks his teeth right into his nose.) Masters: What the fuck!!! Waters: Kimo is going Hannibal Lector on Chris Tolwar!!! Daniels: Oh my god Tolwar is screaming like someone is putting him through a meat grinder! (Kimo turns to the camera and spits out what appears to be a chunk of flesh.) Daniels: Bah god!!! Kimo took off the tip of Chris Tolwar’s nose!!! Waters: Tolwar’s nose is bleeding like a broken faucet!!! Kimo: YOU WILL NEVER BREAK ME!!! YOU WILL NEVER BREAK ME!!! (Kimo screams like a man posessed breathing heavily quivering like a serial murderer.) *SMASH!!!* Masters: Well thank you for coming Chris Tolwar!!! (Kimo tosses Chris Tolwar right through one of the glass doors leading to outside of the arena. Security alarms go off in the arena as King rushes over to Kimo and cracks him in the back with a potted plant.) Daniels: Folks as of now we are oficially running over our air time! These two men are literally killing eachother! (King picks up Kimo and starts punching him dragging him through a hall way in the backstage area King grabbing an electrical cord wrapping it around Kimo’s neck choking him with it.) King: FACE IT KIMO!!! I AM BETTER THAN YOU!!! Kimo: YOU WILL NEVER BREAK ME!!! (Kimo bends down grabbing an equipment case slamming into the forehead of Mike King. The Straight Edge Phoenix stumbles backwards and Kimo moves forward where Kimo kicks the case back into his face. King grabs Kimo by his hair and the two of them emerge fighting on the entrance ramp and the fans erupt into cheers.) Daniels: Folks we are running out of time and I don’t know if these two are going to throw in the towel or what?! Masters: King with a punch! Waters: Kimo with a punch! Daniels: These two are teetering dangerously closely to the edge of the stage! (King nails Kimo with a spinning back kick and takes a few steps back taking a martial arts stance.) Daniels: Oh no… King is going to kick Kimo off the stage!!! Masters: Yes!!!! Do it!!! (King lunges forward with the superkick but Kimo telegraphs it he grabs King by his foot. King spins around and Kimo ducks a round house kick. Kimo kicks King in the stomach and sets him up in powerbomb position.) Kimo: Yeah King!!! It’s time for yo fake ass to cash in yo REALITY CHECK!!! (Kimo lifts King up onto his shoulders.) Waters: Oh crap!!!! (Kimo runs across the stage to the other side leaping off in a running sit down powerbomb….) *CCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH* *BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM POP POP POP POP* Daniels: BAH GOD!!!! SOMEONE CALL 911!!! (Sparks fly and explosive pyros go off as the two CZW superstars crash through the electronic equipment down below. No one is moving as the whole entire audience in attendance is completely shocked at what they just saw.) Masters: Houston I think we have a problem!!! Daniels: Folks I don’t know if these two men are going to be able to even make it to the next show let alone to the Pay Per View! Fans, we’ve got to take a break, but we’ll be back with a word from our new GM, Theresa Baines!!”
The crowd suddenly start pop into a louder cheer, directed toward the stage. The high cam swoops down to see Theresa Baines stepping out to the ramp, microphone in hand. She waits politely with a huge smile on her face, wearing the same white shirt and pulled back ponytail from the top of the show. The noise quietens to a dull roar, abating more as Theresa lifts the mic to her mouth and takes a deep breath
Theresa: Well, what an amazing Overdrive. Despite that apparent... 'screwjob' for a main event.
A thunderous reaction breaks out, as many felt gypped.
Theresa:… But now to matters at hand. You all seen earlier the incredibly rude interruption of an important phone call of mine by one Alan… Fiscus
The mere mention of his name sends the fans into a myriad of boos, Theresa waits until they abate.
Theresa: Alan was there to, ahem, exert his authority as champion. He invoked his right to name the stipulation at Hatewave and announced that it will be a RIOT MATCH. I have to say I would never have chosen such a brutal and violent match as this, it would have never occurred to me to be quite that sadistic, but it’s definitely made what was already set to be epic into what is bound to be one of the best matches in the annuls of professional wrestling history.
The crowd cheers, knowing that this match will definitely live up to even the most hardcore bloodlust of the fans
Theresa: But I don’t want Alan Fiscus thinking he can get any kind of one up on me. He knows the challenges he faces, so he makes the match on his home turf, thinking that that will somehow give him his advantage back. But to you Alan I say this… and I know you’re listening, wherever you ran off to earlier, I know you won’t be missing this, so listen up and listen good. You want to come out here and try to damage Maynard earlier? I promised you that I wasn’t done yet, I PROMISED you there was more in store… you try and swing the match back to your advantage then I have to counteract. It is with that in mind that I finally get to reveal
With this a wry smile appears on the corner of Theresa’s lips
Theresa: My final gift to you
With this Theresa walks off from the stage, her high heels clicking in the now deadly silent room. Every breath is held, awaiting what is going to happen. Finally the breath is exhaled, and the fans look around each other in confused looks, whispering to each other
Daniels: I wonder what she meant?
Masters: She was obviously bluffing, she can’t get one up on our champ
Waters: I have to say I was expecting SOMETHING to hap…
As one, every light in the arena blinks out, canvassing the arena in total blackness, this only lasts a few seconds though until the Combatron flickers into life, showing only a black screen, casting its dull light over the crowd. A voice starts to speak, low and commanding, it’s very tone hushing all whispers which had broken out, demanding silence and attention.
Voice: There was a village once, long ago, ruled by a council of elders. There words were wisdom and their ways just. It echoed with a harmonious soul. The villagers lived peaceful lives and were uncorrupted by evil deeds. Until one man with a restless spirit went out into the world, returning years later. He was welcomed back by his family and friends, all pleased to see their travelling kinsman return.
What they didn’t know however was that the outside had corrupted him, his heart, once filled with love and adventure, had grown black and twisted. In his travels he amassed a great fortune, and with his wealth he commanded more respect than the Elders. He abused and twisted those around him on whim, because he could, and it made him glad to see sadness and greed in others.
The Elders realized that he had to be stopped, but how? This man had made himself King in all but name, he held sway through his gold and jewels. They decided that his fortune should be stolen and him publically embarrassed.
Years they made attempt after attempt to see their goals, the man had his own enemies as well as those that the elders sent. He had protection and guarded his treasure with his very life.
The Elders grew impatient, they sent good men. Some were corrupted, some simply didn’t have the skill to carry out the task. They sent evil men from outside villages and the same applied to them. The Elders, at their final breaking point had one final option to save the village, to save everything they had accomplished, to humiliate the King of gold and banish him… They knew of a demon that lived in the mouth of a cave, he lived far so as to be away from civilization. The Demon they knew had no soul and could not be beaten. In their last hope they sent a messenger to make a pact with the Demon.
After months of waiting they gave up hope. The messenger never returned. Then, one day a mighty roar was heard for miles around. And the lumbering beast, no conscience or kindness strolled into the village. The villagers ran, scared for their lives and the Demon made way to the dark King. Making quick work of all the men he had hired with nary a sideways glance the Demon finally met the King in front of his mountain of riches. The King looked upon the demon unflinching, in his arrogance he believed himself better. The King tried to bribe, the Demon was unswayed, so the King went to strike and the Demon tore out his black heart and let it beat its final on the heap of gold.
The Elders soon came to the site of the treasure and looked upon the black heart and the dead King. They openly wept for the loss of life, realizing the mistakes they had made, realizing that they had unleashed something that couldn’t be controlled. The Demon stepped from behind the huge pile and looked down at the Elders
I claim this gold as mine. I claim your lives as payment for the deed I did. In this place I now hold dominion.
The Elders nodded their head, knowing that this Demon, neither good or bad, right or wrong, his own morality his guide, his power unextinguishable, was now King
The Combatron, black all the way through the story, now flashes with lightning in a night sky, the camera capturing it slowly pans down as another voice, this one very recognizable, comes through the speakers.
Voice: So says the book of Shadows… Theresa Baines, you have unleashed a demon on Alan Fiscus. But like the parable it will come at a price, I will end Alan Fiscus and anyone else who tries to stop me, and in doing so I will take this company's SOUL as my payment…
The crowd start buzzing as those that have realized start to tell others, cheers break out among the fans as the voice continues
Voice: … The Shadow of CZW is about to step into the light, extinguishing it as I go.
The camera finally stops moving down and settles on a shape on the screen, the night sky hiding his features
Voice: At Hatewave you announced a Riot…. At Hatewave… I announce…. HELL!
As he says his final word thunder breaks and lightning strikes, momentarily flashing the features of the man on screen, wearing the expression of angry determination. At his face finally getting seen the crowd break into an all consuming cheer, filling the arena from floor to rafters as the camera pans back up to the storm in the sky
Masters: HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS MORTIUS!!!
Daniels: I can’t believe it, Mortius… back
Masters: What the fu….
The feed abruptly cuts off with the CZW showing.
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