*****

The fans are cheering in anticipation for the first match as referee Darrin Powers heads to the ring. Suddenly, “Painted Windows” by Authority Zero plays and they jump to their feet as the current NJAW Light-heavyweight Champion KUMA makes his way to the ring wearing his trademark giant sunglasses and proudly wearing his belt around his waist.

“Rock Bottom” plays next and Edward Croft makes his way out in his wrestling gear and a sleeveless black t-shirt. The fans mostly boo as Croft heads to the ring, undaunted. Croft enters the ring and his music cuts allowing Jessica Towers to make the proper introductions.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Tokyo, Japan…he is the current NJAW Light-heavyweight champion….KUMA!!”

KUMA appeals to the screaming fans and tosses his sunglasses out to a lucky individual as a souvenier. We see that the person who happened to catch said glasses is our fat, toothless sign troll who immediately puts them on and taunts a young Japanese kid who was too short to catch them!

Towers: “And his opponent, hailing from Bronx, New York and representing the Renegades…”Canada’s Finest,” Edward Croft!!”

Mostly jeers now as Croft poses, though if he is upset by this, he doesn’t show it.

Keenan: “Alright! ‘Canada’s Finest’ Edward Croft is here, gentlemen! What a treat!”

Masters: “Exactly HOW is he ‘Canada’s Finest’ if he’s from New York?”

Keenan: “That says a lot about Canada, doesn’t it?”

The bell rigns and Croft and KUMA pace around each other, when suddenly the Combat-tron comes to life, showing Derek Damage back in his office! The fans mostly jeer at the sight of the CZW owner, but he has a sinister smile on his face.

Damage: “Hold on, hold on! Now, Edward Croft, I can’t do anything about the independent contracts that Baines has granted you Renegades, as much as it pains me. However, what I CAN do…since you’re in MY ring, is change the rules by which you play! So, tonight, it won’t just be Edward Croft vs. KUMA…it will be…Edward Croft vs. KUMA…AND Miyamoto Tokitsu and Hitoshi Ooba, the Miracle Army!”

Heart of Sword plays and Tokitsu and Ooba head out to the ring with the Japanese flag once more. Croft doesn’t seem to be too happy about this, but KUMA and just about EVERYONE in the audience is eating it up.

Daniels: “CZW chairman Derek Damage is laying down the law tonight! We have us a one-on-three handicap match now!”

Keenan: “Well, Croft, it was nice knowing you.”

Masters: “Shouldn’t you be rooting for him?”

Keenan: “Not when he’s so obviously going to lose!”

The bell rings and Croft backs away from his three opponents heasitantly. Finally, he lunges forth at KUMA and gets in a few right hands before the numbers begin to overwhelm him and all three Japanese superstars beat him to the mat with a flurry of strikes. They all stomp him on the floor and then lift him back up and Ooba drives him to the mat with a snap belly-to-back suplex! Croft rolls up onto his knees from the momentum of the move and Tokitsu connects with a running enziguiri! KUMA connects almost immediately after with a springboard moonsault off the middle rope, splashing Croft right on the back!

Daniels: “Great series of maneuvers by the NJAW stars in this one, and I dare say it’s academic at this point! They lift Croft up to his feet and he can barely stand under his own power! All three men back away and signal to eachother. What’s this? OH MY GOD!! TRI-CORNER SUPERKICK!! All three men connect with a superkick on Croft at once!! KUMA drops down and makes the cover, and the crowd counts along!”

The referee makes the three count and “Painted Windows” blares again. Ooba retrieves the Japanese flag and begins waving it around as KUMA and the Miracle Army celebrate their win.

*****

*****

Daniels: For those of you who don’t know. The injuries that Mike Monroe suffered as a result of that hellacious Death Match on the last Overdrive he was forced to vacate the CZW Television title. Henceforth this Fatal Four Way match was made to get a new TV title.

Barry: TV TITLE FOR THE RENEGADES!

Masters: This moron is a Renegade lover and I want to hit him.

Barry: Please, I can’t help it if the Renegades are what makes CZW great. They’ll prove it tonight with a CZW Television Title Win.

Daniels: We’ll throw it up to Jessica for the ring introductions.

Jessica: The Following is a Fatal Four Way for the Vacant CZW Television Title.

Daniels: This match will be decided with one fall. Who ever gets the first pinfall wins this one.

Wanted man by Rev Theory begins to play as Tim Timmons is making his way to the ring as he is yelling at fans on his way to a chorus of boos.

Jessica: Making his way to the ring first. He is from Toronto, Ontario Canada. He is the King of Chaos, Tim Timmons!

Timmons slides into the ring and gets on the second rope raising his hand sin the air seemingly embracing the boos as Redneck by Lamb of God begins to play and The Mountain Man Joshua Newsome is now on the stage as the boos get louder.

Barry: RENEGADE! Here is the clear cut favorite to win this whole damn match.

Masters: I hate to agree because he is a Renegade but Newsome has to be the favorite based on his size and power alone.

Jessica: Making his way to the ring now, he is from a heavily wooded area on the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio. He is also a Renegade, The Mountain Man, Joshua Newsome!

Joshua comes into the ring and his eyes are fixed with a death stare in the direction of Timmons as Linkin Park’s In the End begins to play as JoJo Mackenzie walks out onto the stage and he is followed by Rob Wright behind him as JoJo brags about Rob to the people at ringside and Rob just makes his way into the ring.

Jessica: Next, making his way to the ring. Accompanied by Jonathan Joseph Mackenzie. He is the Real Deal... Rob Wright!

Rob hops over the top rope and is in the corner talking to JoJo as I’m Shipping up to Boston begins to play and the fans in attendance all go nuts as the Irish one is on the stage. Giving high fives to some fans at ringside on his way to the ring.

Jessica: Finally, he is from South Buffalo, New York. Irish Ian Chadwick!

Irish slides into the ring and hops on the second rope as the fans in attendance cheer as Jessica leaves the ring and the bell rings.

Daniels: The bell has rung and the match is under way as Ian Chadwick goes for the double leg takedown on Timmons and is hitting him with Rights and lefts. Rob simply continues to talk to JoJo and Newsome is just watching on.

Barry: Of course they are! The Renegades will not face each other. A victory for Rob or Joshua is a victory for every Renegade. Plus if those two morons wanna kill each other let them.

Masters: Eventually one of them is going to have to get the pin and when that time comes they’ll have to use some action and not words to make that decision.

Daniels: Timmons is frantically trying to defend himself and get free as he crawls away to the corner and gets up. Ian though hot on the trail as he grabs Timmons and whips him to the opposite corner, where Timmons turns it into an avalanche splash hitting both JoJo Mackenzie and Rob Wright!

Barry: NOT JOJO! Timmons will pay for this get him Newsome!

Masters: Ian notices the big man making his move towards Timmons as Ian charges to Newsome and gets great elevation and hits Newsome with a dropkick sending the big guy reeling into the corner. Timmons pushes Rob out of the ring with his foot and he goes towards his former partner Newsome. Timmons is the one who cost Newsome his job in one of the Damage Control Matches. And, Ian and Timmons….. Are working together?

Daniels: Seems that way and that is the best way to try and take down this monster. Both are hitting Joshua with rights and lefts. Ian taking a few steps back as Timmons gets on his hands and knees…. Poetry in Motion. Ian jumps off of Timmons back and hit’s a big forearm to Newsome.

Barry: No, it’s alright here comes Rob. He runs at Timmons and jumps, Timmons ducks and Newsome was just hit by a forearm by Rob. Rob is then taken out by a Spinning Heel kick by Chadwick as Rob then rolls out of the ring and the two rivals are going back to work on Newsome!

Masters: CZW is looking great. The two men bring Newsome out now to the middle of the rign as they are going for… yes a double suplex! Newsome is down, Newsome is down! Ian and Timmons are now looking at each other in the mdidle of the ring as is Chadwick extending his hand?

Daniels: He is, both men have put each other through hell recently maybe this is them finally burying the hatchet. Timmons accepts the handshake!

Barry: Uh, no he doesn’t!

Masters: Timmons pulls Ian in and pulls him up onto his shoulders and hits him with a Death Valley Driver! Timmons with the cover 1...2.….no Rob Wright is in to break it up.

Daniels: Timmons has history with everyone in this ring. He is currently in a heated feud with Chadwick while Rob, Newsome and Timmons all use to be in the Next Generation. Rob now getting some offence in as he hits Timmons with a few forearms and Rob whips Timmons into the ropes. Rob going for a close line Timmons ducks and keeps running. He comes back and Rob turns into a Big Boot right to the jaw. These fans here in Nagoya Japan love it!

Barry: Wait, they’re loving a Tim Timmons move? Nobody likes Timmons!

Masters: I don’t think it’s so much them liking Timmons as much as it is them liking to see the Renegades get beat up.

Barry: Speaking of Renegades, the Giant Redneck himself Newsome is back on his feet and he has just grabbed Timmons by the throat. He hits Timmons with a HUGE Chokeslam. Chadwick is back in the ring now too as he goes for a springboard cross body and Newsome catches him. Newsome turns the move into a gorilla press as he has Chadwick over his head and he drops him onto Rob Wright! Chadwick as a result hit’s a splash on Wright and he’s still on for a cover 1.…. And Newsome pulls Chadwick off and goes for a cover of his own. 1.…..2.…. And Rob gets the shoulder up. If Rob did get pinned there it would’ve been cool. As long as that gold comes to the Renegades.

Masters: Yeah I bet.

Daniels: Well, the one person no one in this match wants to get going is getting going as Mountain Man is the only one standing. Chadwick is the first out of them to get to his feet and he is taken down quickly with a head butt. Rob is now back up and he is taken down with a head butt. Chadwick up again and the same result. Where is Timmons?

Masters: There he is, he has a chair… OH! A chair shot right to the back of Newsome. Newsome is down on one knee and Timmons is now facing Newsome as he is trash talking him, probably not a good idea.

Barry: No it wasn’t. Newsome grabs Timmons around the throat and is choking the life out of him. Timmons drops the chair and is trying to get Newsome to release his grip. Chadwick is back up and he goes after Newsome and he is grabbed by Newsome around his throat. Newsome could be going to Chokeslam the both of them…

Masters: Or, ya know get hit in the head by a Rob Wright Steel Chair shot.

Daniels: What a shot! Both Timmons and Chadwick are down grasping for air as Mountain Man is DDT’d onto the steel chair by Rob! Rob now has the cover 1.…2.… no Timmons pulls Rob off of Newsome. Timmons now the cover 1.…2... No he’s pulled off by Chadwick. Now Chadwick going for the cover 1.….2.…. No he’s pulled off by Rob. Newsome is still down and the three men are now arguing in the middle of the ring and…

Barry: They’re playing rock paper scissors?

Masters: They are for the chance to pin Newsome. Here we go and Chadwick is Rock, Tim is Paper and Rob is Scissors. Well it’s a three way tie and now the three of them are arguing over a winner. Timmons fed up uses his hand and slaps Rob in the face. Rob’s hand in adversity pokes Chadwick in the eyes and Chadwick now temporarily blinded starts swinging wildly and nails Timmons in the jaw dropping him to the mat.

Barry: So let me get this straight, Timmons used Paper to slap Rob in the face while Rob’s scissor poked Chadwick in the eyes and then as a result Chadwick’s Rock fist knocked Timmons out.

Daniels: That appears to be the situation yes.

Barry: This is Awesome.

Daniels: Chadwick now in the corner trying to get some vision back as Timmons is on the outside of the ring. Rob uses this as his advantage to go for the cover on Newsome 1.…..2.… and Newsome powers out!

Barry: Rob is keeping the big man down as he starts hitting Newsome with some boots and is stomping away. Rob now runs to the corner and jumps to the top rope and takes flight, hitting Newsome with a flying elbow drop. Look Chadwick now on a top rope of his own and he takes flight and hits Newsome with a Flying Elbow of his own. Newsome now rolls and is on the outside of the ring taking a break as Ian and Rob are the only two in the ring.

Daniels: The two are face to face now as Robs gives Ian a big push making Ian stumble back a few steps. Ian, he answers back with a huge kick right to the chest of Rob that has to smart.

Masters: That kick is a more painful knife edge chop it seems as Rob walks away in pain as Ian gives chase. He grabs Rob and hits him with a Fisherman Suplex but doesn’t bridge. Rob is down near the ropes and Chadwick hit’s a springboard Moonsault! Cover 1.…2.…no Rob kicks out. Chadwick is in a bit of disbelief as he stays on the offensive and he goes to get Rob back to his feet and Rob hits Ian with a low blow!

Barry: Ha ha ha, right in the Irish Jewels!

Daniels: Rob has the upper hand right now as he lifts Chadwick up for a scoop slam… no he hits Chadwick with the Michinoku Driver! Rob now with a cover but Timmons pulls him out of the ring. He whips Rob into the ring steps and Rob is down as Timmons slides back in the ring and goes for the cover 1...2.. No! Chadwick gets his foot on the rope.

Masters: Now, Timmons drags Chadwick to the middle of the ring and he has Chadwick back up to his feet. He gives him a kick to the midsection and hits Chadwick with a Powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Timmons goes for another cover but Mountain Man pulls Timmons out of the ring. He picks Timmons up for a scoop slam and hits him with a snake eyes onto the barricade. Mountain Man rolls back into the ring with a very dazed and beat up Chadwick who is struggling to get back to his feet.

Barry: Here we go, the opening the Renegades need and Mountain Man is bringing the TV Title over to us. Chadwick crawls to the corner and is using it to help himself up as Mountain Man runs and hits Chadwick with a big corner Avalanche splash. Mountain Man takes some steps back as he watches Chadwick fall and crash to the mat. Newsome is in control and he starts climbing to the top rope…

Daniels: Questionable decision making from Mountain Man but he is known for an Ax Handle Smash off the top rope this could be what he is going for. Mountain Man now on the Top Rope as Chadwick is up and he is woozy. Here we go, Mountain Man leaps and….

Barry: NOOO!

Masters: YESSS!

Daniels: WHISKEY LULLABY! Ian Chadwick has just knocked the big man out cold with the stiff, straight left punch timed perfectly and hit Newsome right in the jaw. Newsome is out and Ian is going for the cover 1.…..2.…..

Barry: NO! TIMMONS!

Masters: Timmons just cost Chadwick the Television Title as he cracked Chadwick in the back of the head with a lead pipe. Chadwick is rolling to the outside of the ring clutching the back of his head as Timmons is the only one in the ring… wait there’s Rob Wright…

Barry: THE WRIGHT STUFF! Rob Wright hits Timmons with that Inverted Swinging Neck Breaker! Cover 1.….2.…..3! ROB WRIGHT DID IT!

Daniels: The Real Deal has the CZW Television Title once more!

In the End by Linkin Park begins to play as JoJo Mackenzie is jumping up and down celebrating as he runs over and grabs a TV title off the time keepers table and runs into the ring to raise Rob’s hand.

Jessica: Here is your winner, and NEW CZW TELEVEISON CHAMPION! THE REAL DEAL ROB WRIGHT!

Masters: This was all Timmons’ fault he cost Chadwick the belt. I mean it is every man for himself and he clearly wanted the title. I’ll give credit where credit is due. Rob Wright came in took advantage of a distracted Timmons and won this match.

Daniels: Wait, look Chadwick has just grabbed the microphone. Look at his hand covered in blood with blood dripping from the back of his head.

Chadwick: TIMMONS! I’d be Television Champion if it wasn’t for you and that lead pipe. If you think this is the last you’ve seen of me inside that ring you’re sadly mistaken. This isn’t over Timmons!

Chadwick throws the microphone down to the ground and gingerly leaves ring side and heads to the back with his hand on the back of his head.

Masters: Well, I think we can anticipate another classic Chadwick and Timmons match in the future.

*****

Daniels: Well it looks like we're ready for the Mike King Summit with his former protege, now Renegade Chris Tolwar.

Kennan: Why is he calling it a summit, it's not like we're at the top of a mountain for this meeting?

Masters: It's Mike King, he don't need a reason for anything because he's cool like that.

Daniels: Really William, really? Mike King maybe on the CZW side of things in this Renegade debacle but he is not an angle by any stretch of the imagination.

Kennan: Well than, this Mike King is my kind of guy even though he is not a Renegade. I bet he'd kick an old lady if he had to.

Masters: So would I.

Kennan: Yeah but you would brag about it, Mike King would do it and say my bad and not tell all his friends about it like a certain prick I am commentating with.

Daniels: OK you two calm down, let's goto Jenny Jacobs in the ring.

Jenny Jacobs is shown in the ring with a microphone in her hand.

Jenny Jacobs: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Mike King Summit. First let me introduce to you Mike King.

“Welt” by AM Conspiracy plays as Mike King walks to the ring wearing a suit and jacket with a red bandana around his forehead to match his red tie. The crowd gives King a mixed reaction.

Kennan: Mike King is styling, I like him already.

Daniels: You haven't even heard him speak yet.

Masters: So, he has good taste.

King walks to the ring and takes Jenny's microphone from her hand.

King: Konichwa Nagoya!

The crowd cheers for King.

King: Domo, domo, you are too kind. So tonight I am having the first ever Mike King Summit in Combat Zone Wrestling. And I am having it with my former protege Chris Tolwar.

The crowd boos.

King: Yeah I know, he made a very unpopular decision. But I'll change him. I know he's just dying to be popular again like he once was. Because whenever i see someone less fortunate than I and let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I? Chris when I am done with you will be popular. You sir are gonna be popular. I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to in your case, boys.

The crowd chuckles as King acts some-what effeminately.

Masters: Is he quoting “Wicked?”

Daniels: I have no idea what that is at all.

Kennan: I don't want to know what that is and how you know what it is Masters.

King stops acting effeminately.

King: Hey don't knock the alternative lifestyle. It's OK to be gay Chris. I am gay well not in the homosexual way like you but as they say, different strokes for different folks. But anywho, I'll make you popular once again and you'll be off the hook. So why don't you come out here and admit that you need me and that you were wrong for joining the likes of Alan Fiscus, his family and the rest of the Renegades and join CZW because...

King gets down on his knees.

King: I need you Chris. Take me back as your mentor and I can take you to the top.

“You're the Best Around” pumps throughout the arena and Chris Tolwar comes out with a microphone in hand wearing a polo shirt with the collar popped, a sweater tied around his neck and slacks.

Tolwar: King, you are at your natural position right there, on your knees. I always knew you were good on your knees quoting Broadway musi-cals. The only thing you need is a big cock coming out of your mouth.

The crowd boos and King gets off his knees.

Daniels: Come on Chris, there's kids here.

Kennan: Yeah there are. First day on the job and it's bring your daughter to work day. Her virgin ears.

Masters: And parents make sure you keep them away from Brian Kirkland.

Kennan: Nah, he only goes after jailbait, so the creepy goth pre-teens are safe. And my daughter, she's the latter.

Tolwar: Mike when I lost my Damage Control match to Axel St. James and then you Metallica Kicked me after the match as a send-off, that opened your eyes. It opened my eyes to the truth. That truth being I am just that better without you, than I was. That night, Alan Fiscus came up to me and said “Christian, you sir are the future. I'll get you back into the Combat Zone soon enough and you can get your revenge on Mike King and then win the CZW World Heavyweight title, like he never did.”

The crowd boos Chris again as he walks towards the ring. King moves behind his podium.

Tolwar: For the longest time you treated me as mere means. You always used me from siding me with Kimo so you can lure him in and then dropping me after you realized I was better than you. You are the most selfish, self-centered son of a bitch walking around the locker room of the Combat Zone. No wonder none of the former Youthful Aggression members want to side with you. Ryan Shane, he tried to bash your head in because he does not want to deal with your bullshit. Jacob Havok and Brian Kirkland, they purposely lost their Damage Control matches to be done with you. But me, I lost my Damage Control match and you kick me in my frickin' head.

Chris climbs into the ring and a fan starts chanting for him.

Tolwar: The man you kicked in the head, is not the same man standing in the ring with you right now. Christian Tolwar, stands before you not giving a shit about a chance in CZW, but rather a chance to face his former mentor. Mike you fucked me over, now I will fuck you over.

The crowd boos Tolwar except for the fan chanting for him.

Daniels: Can the guys in the truck cut the microphone of Christian Tolwar?

Masters: Yeah, he is being potty mouthed tonight.

King: Christian, you are a sad excuse for a man. I should have never mentored you and brought you into CZW in the first place.

The crowd cheers except for the fan that was chanting for Tolwar.

King: You sir are the world's dumbest son of a bitch for believing the lies Alan Fiscus tells. He is the worst person at telling the truth. I shoot straight. I told you if you didn't perform, I'd drop you and kick your site infected ass to the curb.

The crowd cheers.

Kennan: Is Mike King trying to say Christian Tolwar is a steroid abuser?

Masters: Looks like “The Mind” over here just figured out the worst kept secret next to Santa Claus being a fictional character.

Kennan: Well I knew that.

Tolwar: You did say that but you did not give me a chance.

Tolwar's fan starts chanting for him again.

King: A chance? You lost the Bad Ass Invitational to some scrub that makes Sid Simelia look like a legend. You sir lost to a man that you should have beat and I let that slide until you lost your job to Axel St. James and his metal cup.

The crowd cheers drowning out Tolwar's fan.

Kennan: Who was Mike King talking about?

Daniels: Edward Croft, the new CZW Bad Ass.

Masters: How dare he besmirch the name of Edward Croft. Mike King is a monster.

Tolwar takes his microphone to his mouth and responds.

Tolwar: How would I know he wore protection unlike you, “Mr. I bang strippers.”

Tolwar's fan starts chanting his name again. King is getting mad and takes off his suit jacket and lays it across the top rope.

King: For the record, they weren't strippers, they were back-up dancers for Britney Spears.

Tolwar: Same difference, we all know she is a slut anyway.

Tolwar's fan continues chanting for him. King finally notices him.

King: Well wouldn't you know, you have a fan.

King gets out of the ring and the fan continues to chant for Tolwar.

King: You know, he's the only fan you got right. Nobody else likes you, just like the rest of your renegades. They all want you to hit the bricks and scatter across the four winds.

King now looks at the fan.

King: And you are just as bad.

King is about to climb the guardrail to meet the fan but Tolwar planchas himself off the top rope and onto King. The crowd boos as Tolwar starts to attack King with rights and lefts.

Kennan: This is entertainment.

King finally rolls Tolwar onto his back and punches him before getting up. King waits for Tolwar to get up and hits him with a series of knees to the face. King backs up.

Daniels: King is measuring up for the Metallica Kick.

King charges and goes for the kick but Tolwar ducks and dick punches King. The crowd boos as King falls to the mat in a heap as Tolwar is kneeling in a trance.

Masters: Can you believe that?

Kennan: Yes, I just saw a way to block the deadly Metallica Kick and on my first night commentating.

Daniels: And that son of a bitch is stuck in that trance.

Masters: You say that like it is a bad thing.

Tolwar finally breaks out of the trance as King still holds his crotch. Tolwar throws King into the ring and follows him. Tolwar gives King a headvice before placing King's head under his armpit.

Tolwar: CHIPOTLE!

Daniels: Not this, not the Chipotle Crunch.

Tolwar goes to lift King but he blocks and biels Tolwar into a podium. The crowd cheers.

Kennan: Well there goes that.

King grabs Tolwar by the head and gives him a series of stiff Kawada kicks to the skull. King then drops Tolwar with a Falcon Arrow ala Hayabusa.

Masters: Falcon Aerosmith by King, shades of the paralyzed Hayabusa.

Kennan: He dedicated a move to that broken-up band?

Daniels: Yeah and since when did they break up?

Kennan: Well don't Joe Perry and Steven Tyler not get along anymore?

Masters: Yes and it gets worse, Mike named a few moves after White Lion.

Kennan: Does anyone even know who they are?

King picks Tolwar up by the collar of his poloshirt. He looks him in the face.

King: Now you are going back2sleep jack ass.

King lifts Tolwar up in a torture rack position.

Daniels: I can't bare to watch what King is gonna do to Tolwar here.

All of a sudden Ryan Shane runs out from the back and attacks King allowing Tolwar to slide down King's back. The crowd boos as Shane takes it to King.

Kennan: Who is this weirdo?

Masters: Ryan Shane and he hates Mike King with a passion.

Shane nails King with rights ad lefts before hitting him with a spinning backfist followed by a brainbuster. Shane pulls out his trusty railroad spike from his boot.

Daniels: He's gonna spike King.

Kennan: Maybe I should spike his drink.

Masters: Will you be serious?

Brian Kirkland hops the rail and attacks Ryan Shane once again, saving King from the railroad spike. The Japanese fans give Brian a mixed reaction as he and Shane exchange rights and lefts.

Kennan: Don't they have a match later?

Daniels: Yes.

Kennan: Then why not send a referee down to start it right now?

Kirkland and Shane continue to go at it as Tolwar and King start to go at again. Tolwar has King on the ropes and charges with a clothesline but King ducks. Tolwar flies over the top rope and onto the floor. King turns around and sees Shane right in front of him. Shane is getting rocked by Kirkland's punches. Kirkland backs up.

Masters: Here we go.

Kirkland winds up and goes for the Ghost Train super kick on Shane who ducks causing King to get nailed by it. King falls through the ropes and onto the apron. Ryan Shane scurries out of the ring and the crowd boos.

Daniels: He nailed his own partner.

Kennan: Ryan Shane ducked, you don't think Brian intended to hit King do you?

Shane is out side of the ring and smiles as Kirkland looks at the downed King as he slowly gets back up on to his feet. King enters the ring and stares down with his partner.

Masters: What are they going do right here?

Kennan: I bet Kirkland is gonna ask King to join the Renegades.

Daniels: Will you be serious?

King looks mad at Kirkland who is trying to say it was an accident

Kennan: That or kick him in the nuts and I'm as serious as a root canal.

Kirkland offers King his hand and King thinks about it.

Masters: Don't do it, Mike. Don't do it.

King raises his hand and accepts the handshake. The crowd cheers.

Daniels: See the best of friends can withstand this political problem.

Kennan: Come on Brian, attack him, kick him, gouge his eyes, anything.

Masters: Why, Brian is better than the rest of the Renegades.

Kirkland leaves and King watches on Kirkland leaves through the crowd, the same way he entered. Tolwar enters the ring tries to attack King again.

Kennan: Good, do what Brian did not have the guts to do to Mike King.

King catches Tolwar and Tolwar stops dead in his tracks. Tolwar looks scared.

Daniels: OH YEAH!

Masters: Beat his ass Mike!

King grabs Tolwar and tries to lock him in cobra clutch. Tolwar is able to get away and out of the ring. The crowd goes wild booing Tolwar.

Daniels: Tolwar avoiding the Quiet Riot has the crowd going wild.

Masters: Well the band was big in Japan.

Tolwar is backing away but turns and sees Ryan Shane who is holding his railroad spike. Tolwar looks even more scared at Ryan than he did at King during his failed sneak attack.

Kennan: I think things went from bad to worse for Tolwar.

Masters: Do it Ryan, do it.

Shane measures and drops Tolwar with a punch to the head. Shane gets to his knees and Tolwar gets spiked in the head with the railroad spike. Tolwar becomes a bloody mess and instantaneously screams like a girl as Shane drives the spike deeper and deeper into Tolwar's head.

Masters: Serves the bastard right.

Kennan: What do you mean, that is assault with a deadly weapon. Ryan Shane should be in Japanese jail with Paul McCartney.

Masters: You know that was nearly 30 years ago right?

Shane pulls the spike away and looks at the blood poor from it as “Feeding Off Your Weakness” pumps through the arena.

Daniels: Ryan Shane stands tall for Combat Zone Wrestling.

Kennan: Yeah but will he do that later tonight when he faces Brian Kirkland.

Shane looks at King who is still standing in the ring and looking back at Shane as the scene ends.

*****

*****

Towers: This is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of Shawn Waters and Ronnie McNeil!

Daniels: This could be interesting. The Intercontinental Champion teamed with the Money in the Bank holder.

Masters: For once, you got a point. It wouldn't surprise me to see Waters leave McNeil high and dry, then take that title from him.

Daniels: Normally, I'd think not, but that briefcase is power, and power corrupts, so we'll see.

Keenan: That's what's wrong with this company. No unity! Everyone's run by greed.

Towers: And their opponents, representing The Renegades, Kimo Newton and TJ Hix!

Keenan: Now here's two guys who you know will work together!

Daniels: You sure? When have these two teamed together? Ever?

Keenan: Doesn't matter! The Renegades are all about standing up for each other. They know strength in numbers is the only way they'll get the respect they deserve, and so they're sticking together. Just watch.

Daniels: If you say so. Looks like it's going to be Kimo and Ronnie to start this one out.

The bell sounds, but the two stay away from each other, staring each other down from afar. Waters calls out to Ronnie. They speak for a bit, and then Waters gets tagged in.

Daniels: My mistake. Looks like Waters wants to come in and settle his and Kimo's unfinished business.

Kimo looks annoyed, but then smiles and shakes his head, clearly saying “Not this time” despite the lack of mics. He then tags in Hix, who looks a bit surprised by it.

Masters: Looks like Kimo would rather the unfinished business stay unfinished for now.

Daniels: He might just be trying to get Waters off his game, but- oh! And it didn't work! Huge spear to Hix as he comes in! The cover!

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Kimo breaks up the pin with a stiff kick. Waters stands up as he and Kimo stare each other down.

Masters: What are they waiting for? Throw some fists already!

Keenan: I see what Kimo's waiting for! Hix from behind with a school boy!

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Waters gets up, shoving Hix to the canvas as he and Kimo continue to stare down. The ref tries to get Kimo to leave the ring, but it's clear no one cares as Kimo and Waters begin to trade punches.

Masters: There we go! About time!

Keenan: Give him all the hate you've got, Kimo!

Hix stands up again, but this time McNeil is there to prevent any interference. He tosses Hix out of the ring, then leaves the ring himself to follow up.

Daniels: Kimo beating down on Waters, just raining blows! The ref's trying to maintain some semblance of order in this match, but I don't think it's going to happen!

Masters: Don't bother. These two have been waiting too long for this. Let them have their fun!

Daniels: Meanwhile, McNeil on the outside... Ah! My God! Double-armed DDT on Hix to the arena floor! That'll keep him out of the picture, but let's not forget that Hix is still the legal man here.

Kimo and Waters are still exchanging blows, but getting tired from that, they finally lock up and go for some grappling.

Keenan: Kimo's got him now! Going for a suplex... damn! It's blocked!

Daniels: Waters going for a suplex now, and it's a beauty! Standing moonsault, and the cover, but Kimo's not the legal man!

Masters: Looks like he got caught up in the moment and didn't realize this is a tag team match.

Keenan: Figures, the idiot.

Kimo shoves Waters off of him as both he and Hix get to their feet. Kimo finally decides to leave the ring as Hix enters.

Daniels: Hix is hurt, but Waters has to be tired. Doesn't look like he's going for the tag, though. The two lock up, Hix with an irish whip, sending Waters into the ropes... but Waters counters! And what a counter!

Keenan: What the hell is that, Hix?

Masters: Double knee facebreaker to Hix, and both men are down!

The crowd begins the cheer with anticipation as both men crawl to their corners; Hix injured and Waters exhausted. At about the same time, they both make the tag.

Daniels: Now it's Newton and McNeil, and McNeil with the advantage! Big overhead belly-to-belly suplex, but Kimo pops back up... right into a huge spinebuster! This is why he is the Intercontinental Champion with moves like that! Going for a cover!

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Masters: Good, but not enough to get the job done.

As Kimo gets back to his feet, McNeil tries to lock in a dragon sleeper but Kimo fights out of it with hard strikes. This leaves McNeil groggy, giving Kimo the opportunity to rebound off the topes and land a tornado DDT.

Keenan: Huge move by Kimo there, and that could end it all there!

Daniels: Kimo not going for a cover, but he is going up to the top rope, looking for the Tequila Shot!

Masters: Should we still call it the Tequila Shot now that he's not constantly talking about rum and fish dogs?

Keenan: Who cares? The important part isn't what it's called, it's that it hurts! Just like... that! Perfect landing, right on McNeil! And there's the match!

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Daniels: And it looks like Shawn won't be leaving his partner dry! He comes in and saves the match for his team!

Masters: Waters with a shot to Kimo! A shot to Hix! Making sure Ronnie can get back up safely!

Waters returns to his corner as Kimo stands back up, looking frustrated.

Daniels: Looks like Kimo's had enough. He's tagging Hix in.

Masters: McNeil just getting back to his knees, but Hix stopping him, putting in a Camel Clutch.

Keenan: That's my boy! Keep him down and take him out!

Daniels: It might not be enough, though... McNeil is fighting it and the crowd is getting behind him!

The crowd cheers as McNeil begins to get to his knees, then finally stand with Hix still holding on.

Daniels: Hix is still got a submission in, but McNeil is fighting it superbly, now getting a hold of Hix... Flawless! Flawless! My God!

Masters: That's a huge cutter, and one way to break a submission for sure!

Daniels: Hix is down, McNeil is crawling... and he tags in Waters! Kimo tries to step in- and eats an enzuigiri, knocking him down to the arena floor!

Masters: Waters picks up Hix, double underhook...

Keenan: Get out of there Hix! You still got it!

Daniels: Time for a BRAINWASH! And the cover!

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Towers: Your winners, Shawn Waters and Ronnie McNeil!

Daniels: Great showing by Waters and the champion here today.

Masters: I doubt Kimo's ready to call this feud quits, though.

Keenan: Kimo's a great athlete. Way better than either of these losers. And Hix just got a bad break. We'll see who the real winners are soon enough.

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DANIELS: Welcome back to Overdrive folks, the first show following what some have termed "Theresa-gate".. and if you're just tuning in, we have a new addition to the commentary team!

MASTERS: Woop-dee-doo.

KEENAN: Ahh, come on William! Surely, as an avid supporter of the CZW cause in this little dispute, you should be thrilled to see a little bit of class, sophistication.. talent.. added to the coverage of your programming!

MASTERS: I'm all the sophistication this company needs, thankyou very much! It was hard enough trying to keep this team above water when it was just me and Jarred; now I have to carry TWO of you?

DANIELS: Well, I'm glad to see the flame of solidarity burns bright within you, William... Anyway, up next we have an all-CZW clash: it's the Battle of the Blazes, as Brian takes on Krimzon!

"Let Me Entertain You" hits the soundsystem, and a HUGE cheer greets the emergence of Mr Sleazy-W, Brian Blaze. BB stands atop the ramp, saluting various sections of the crowd, before dancing down the ramp and into the ring.

TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada.. weighing in at 220lbs.. he is "Mr Entertainment"... BBBRRRIIIAAANNN BBBLLLAAAZZZEEE!!!

KEENAN: Now, I'm not gonna pretend that this is clearly one of the least appealing matches on the card..

DANIELS: How do you figure!?

KEENAN: Well, there's no Renegades involved, so obviously the talent level isn't gonna be as high as it could be... But anyway, despite that, I have to say this should be a very heated match; two brothers going toe to toe, BIG scores to settle!

MASTERS: ..Brothers?

DANIELS: Uhm.. they're not related.

KEENAN: Say what?

DANIELS: Brian and Krimzon.. they're not related.

KEENAN: Well then why the hell is your company employing two different people with such similar stage names!? That's not good marketing! That's not good business! Although, this IS the company that fired Alan Fiscus and Jesse Montana.

DANIELS: Well it doesn't seem to have done either of them, or the company much harm thus far..

MASTERS: That's right, just like when we had Mike King and Ace King contracted.

KEENAN: Two Kings as well!? Holy moly!

MASTERS: Didn't we have three Starrs at one point as well?

DANIELS: No, I don't think Cristal, Sirena and Serena have ever overlapped.

KEENAN: Aye aye aye...

BB's music fades, and a few tension-building seconds pass before "Headstrong" by Trapt starts up, sending the crowd even more delirious.

TOWERS: And his opponent.. from Detroit, Michigan.. weighing in at 175lbs.. he is "The Motor City Mexican"... KKKRRRIIIMMMZZZOOONNN BBBLLLAAAZZZEEE!!!

KEENAN: Mexican? Didn't she just say he was from Detroit?

DANIELS & MASTERS: It's a long story.

There is little time for the audience to savour KB's entrance, as he sprints out from the back and down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He leaps to his feet, and immediately hits the ropes, dropping BEEBZ with a running forearm to the face on the rebound.

*DING DING DING!*

BEEBZ bounces back up, as KEEBZ hits the ropes again, dropping him down to the mat once more. Another rebound, but this time BEEBZ ducks. KEEBZ hits the ropes again, and executes a multi-revolution headscissor takedown that sends BEEBZ crashing into the turnbuckle.

DANIELS: Beautiful takedown, god damn KEEBZ is starting this thing hot!

KEENAN: Keebz?

MASTERS: No, KEEBZ. Jarred likes to pretend he's El Pablo sometimes.

DANIELS: Look, it's either that, or I keep saying "Blaze" every time and no-one has a clue what's going on!

KEEBZ steps across to the opposite corner of the ring, as BEEBZ starts to haul himself up. KEEBZ charges.. and leaps.. only for BEEBZ to roll forward out of the way.. but KEEBZ lands on the ropes, looks round, and NAILS BEEBZ with a roundhouse kick to the skull.

DANIELS: OHHH! What a shot.. and BEEBZ is send crumpling to the outside!

KEEBZ pulls himself back up, raising a fist to the crowd who scream out in excitement. He glances down at BEEBZ on the outside, then hits the ropes yet again, leaping over the top and taking BEEBZ down with a somersault plancha.

KEENAN: Good grief, this guy's gonna kill himself!!!

DANIELS: But just listen to the ovation being given by this sell-out crowd! They love him!

MASTERS: That's our KEEBSTER!

DANIELS: ..!?

MASTERS: Hey, solidarity!

KEEBZ picks himself up, wincing slightly from the impact of the move. He rolls back into the ring, and waits for BEEBZ to struggle back to his feet. When this eventually happens, KEEBZ vaults over the top rope, as if looking for a crossbody, but twists in mid-air, wrapping his legs around BEEBZ's head and executing a hurracanrana that sends BEEBZ flipping awkwardly onto the steps.

DANIELS: Oof.. that did NOT look like a good landing for BEEBZ...

KEENAN: He landed on a set of steel steps, how could that possibly be a good landing!?

MASTERS: That's a fair point, Jarred.

KEEBZ gets back to his feet, as BEEBZ lies in place on the steps, his spine contorted, his face grimacing in pain. Calmly, KEEBZ walks round to the other side of him, and braces himself against one corner of the steps.

DANIELS: Hold on, what KEEBZ planning here?

KEEBZ begins to push against the steps, and with a bit of effort/sweat/shouting, he manages to loosen the top "tier", sliding it off at an angle and dumping BEEBZ awkwardly on the floor, the steps crashing down on top of him.

DANIELS: OH! Oh MAN! I think BEEBZ may have landed right on his head there! And then the steps.. I dunno whether they hit his arm, his shoulder, his head.. he could be seriously hurt there!

KEENAN: Hey, I told you it was gonna be heated!

MASTERS: I didn't realise we had Captain Obvious joining us!

KEENAN: So obvious that you two idiots were busy arguing about these guys' respective family trees! Thank god Baines saw sense to bring in a REAL broadcast journalist at last!

KEEBZ steps back round to the seemingly-unconscious BEEBZ, and rolls the steps off of him. He hauls BEEBZ up, and rolls him into the ring, following in behind before dropping down for the cover..

DANIELS: First cover, this could be it!

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MASTERS: HE'S ALIVE!

KEENAN: Hallelujah...

DANIELS: Great ring presence there by BEEBZ, having the wherewithall - or perhaps more appropriately the sheer INSTINCT - to know where he was and get himself out of that pinning situation!

KEEBZ gets up, looking a little frustrated.. an emotion he confirms by stomping on the head of his opponent. He drags BEEBZ to lay him across the corner, then sets himself before jumping up and hitting a split-legged corkscrew moonsault.

DANIELS: Beautiful move! Another cover..

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KEEBZ yells out in frustration, and then hauls BEEBZ back to his feet, leaning him against the turnbuckle. A chop to the chest..

WOOOOO!!!

Chop..

WOOOOO!!!

Chop..

WOOOOO!!!

Fake-out chop..

WOOOOO!!!

KEEBZ wags a finger at the crowd, a smirk on his face as a ripple of laughter filters around the arena. He then quickly snaps back into serious mode, kicking BEEBZ hard in the gut before whipping him across the ring. BEEBZ still seems to be rather semi-conscious, though, barely making it all the way across the ring before stumbling and falling into the second turnbuckle.

DANIELS: BEEBZ looks in a bad way here.. you have to wonder how long he's gonna be able to continue!

KEEBZ walks over to BEEBZ, a smirk on his face. He bends down and picks BEEBZ up once more, leading him along the ropes to the centrepoint of the ring. KEEBZ whips him, and BEEBZ rebounds.. however, as KEEBZ shapes to attack, BEEBZ crumples to the floor once more, laying prone in the centre of the ring.

DANIELS: BEEBZ is down again.. this is a little concerning, if you ask me.

KEENAN: Maybe he's hoping that this is all a bad dream, and that if he goes back to sleep, he'll wake up safe and warm in his hotel room, instead of getting the snot beaten out of him by a midget!

KEEBZ steps up to the motionless BEEBZ, his hands on his hips. He looks round at the crowd, and then at the referee, before shrugging his shoulders and hauling BEEBZ up once again. KEEBZ then hoists BEEBZ up over his shoulders...

DANIELS: OH! HERE WE GO! KODE OF SILENCE!

KEEBZ looks around.. shapes.. but BEEBZ somehow manages to slide off, landing on his knees behind KEEBZ and hitting a devestating low blow!

EVERYONE: OHHH NO!!!

KEENAN: DAMN! That guy has some real jumping beans now!

KEEBZ drops to his knees, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull in agony. BEEBZ crumples to the floor, but manages to force himself up, stumbling back against the ropes before charging forwards past KEEBZ. He rebounds, and as KEEBZ tries to get back to his feet, BEEBZ nails him right between the eyes with the Tony Danza.

DANIELS: THE TONY DANZA!!! BAH GAWD, THE TONY DANZA, FROM OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE!!!

KEENAN: Brilliant, instinctive attack, you've gotta admit.. but both men look out for the count!

Indeed, while KEEBZ lies dazes on his back, the attack looks to have drained whatever meagre amount was left in BEEBZ's tank, "Mr Entertainment" laying just beside him. The referee checks on the condition of both men for a few seconds before starting the customary ten-count. As he does so, BEEBZ begins to stir, although achieving little more than rolling to the side of the ring and out to the floor.

KEENAN: Now where the hell is he going!? Win the match, you idiot!!!

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KB now begins to stir, rolling onto his stomach whilst checking that his jaw is still attached.

DANIELS: Well, despite being hit with one of Brian Blaze's signature maneuvres, it appears as though Krimzon Blaze is gonna maintain the advantage he's held pretty much all match thus far!

The referee stops the count as KEEBZ gets to a knee. He looks around, somewhat confused at the apparent disappearance of his opponent. The crowd gestures helpfully in the direction of where BEEBZ made his exit, and KEEBZ crawls over, poking his head gingerly out through the ropes.

THWACK!!!

DANIELS: What the.. wait a sec! BEEBZ WITH A STEEL CHAIR, RIGHT TO THE SKULL OF KRIMZON BLAZE!!!

KEEBZ crumples back into the ring, as BEEBZ climbs gingerly up onto the apron, chair still in hand. He steps through the ropes as KEEBZ rolls away, and watches as the Aerial Specialist slowly pulls himself back to his feet. KEEBZ turns and stumbles towards BEEBZ, who swings the chair.. but KEEBZ ducks, and runs forwards against the ropes. He rebounds, and BEEBZ swings again, failing once more to make contact as KEEBZ ducks past it and changes direction, charging towards the turnbuckle. He springs up, twisting 180 degrees and leaping off..

THWACK!!!

DANIELS: HOLY Ffffudgesicle.. BRIAN BLAZE JUST DECAPITATED THE AERIAL SPECIALIST!!!

KEENAN: I think his front teeth landed in my bourbon!

BEEBZ tosses the chair aside, as the crowd apparently struggle to decide whether they're happy to see Sleazy-W getting some offence in, upset at seeing the Aerial Specialist grounded, or giddy at the sight of someone getting their skull cracked by a foreign object. He looks around at the fans, and takes the time to perform some sort of brief dance routine before dropping to the mat and attempting the pin...

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MASTERS: How the hell did he kick out of that!?!?

BEEBZ sits in shock for a moment, before pulling himself and KEEBZ to a standing base and hitting the Aerial Specialist with a stalling suplex.

KEENAN: Holy crap, a wrestling move!

BEEBZ pauses for a moment, obviously still feeling the effects of earlier, but manages to make another pin attempt..

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BB: COME ON!!!

BEEBZ hauls KEEBZ up again, and KEEBZ suddenly swings an arm, catching BEEBZ in the side of the head. BEEBZ reels slightly as the Aerial Specialist follows up with another.. and another.. but his assault is promptly curtailed by BEEBZ throwing a knee into his midsection. KEEBZ stumbles backwards, but BEEBZ grabs his arm, and drills him with a short-arm DDT.

DANIELS: Nice DDT! And whatever offence and momentum KB had at the start of this match seems to have been well and truly extinguished now!

KEENAN: I told you he might've burned himself out!

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DANIELS: He's still hanging in there, though! He still won't quit!

BEEBZ is clearly getting frustrated now, as he hauls KEEBZ roughly to his feet and dumps him against the turnbuckle, then starts laying into him with lefts and rights. After a few moments, he pulls him out again, and whips him off the ropes, only to have KEEBZ reverse, sending BEEBZ across the ring himself. BEEBZ rebounds, as KB drops to the floor, laying flat on his stomach. BEEBZ leapfrogs, and hits the ropes on the other side. KB leaps for a dropkick, but BEEBZ manages to grab onto the ropes and stop himself, leaving KB to hit nothing but air as he crashes to the mat.

MASTERS: HAHAHAAAAAA!!! I love it when that happens!

KB picks himself up, but is unable to avoid BEEBZ charging forward and knocking him back to the mat with a flying forearm. BEEBZ leaps up, and picks KB to his feet once more, this time successfully whipping him. He goes for a clothesline, but KB ducks.. rebounds again.. and hits him with When Krimzon Collides!

DANIELS: OH MY GOD! When Krimzon Collides! A move rarely seen on CZW television, but a signature move nonetheless!

MASTERS: EVERY move of his is a signature move!

KEENAN: Ohhh, one of THOSE guys eh?

KB takes a while to get back to his feet, obviously still groggy from the chair shots. He spots BEEBZ in a prime position in front of the turnbuckle.. and makes his way up.

DANIELS: Never one to miss an opportunity for an exclamation point, Krimzon Blaze is going up top!

It's not the quickest ascent KB's ever made, but he eventually makes it to the top rope. He gets gingerly to a standing position.. takes a deep breath.. and leaps...

DANIELS: Shooting Star Press!

THUD!

KEENAN: OH! But nobody home!

MASTERS: Now who could've seen THAT coming..?

KB rolls on the mat, clutching his ribs, as BEEBZ sits against the turnbuckle, having rolled out of the way of KB's descent. He slowly pulls himself to his feet, and watches as KB eventually struggles to do the same...

BB: WHO'S THE BOSS!?

CRACK!

DANIELS: THE TONY DANZA! FOR THE SECOND TIME IN THE MATCH!

Looking for his own exclamation point, BEEBZ quickly pulls KB back up, grabbing him from behind and hitting a pumphandle tombstone piledriver.

MASTERS: And THAT is what Brian Blaze Did To Your Mother Last Night!

KEENAN: Excuse me!?

DANIELS: That's gotta be all now!

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DING DING DING!!!

"Let Me Entertain You" returns to the soundsystem as BEEBZ rolls off his vanquished opponent, the ref leaning down and raising his hand in victory.

TOWERS: Here is your winner.. BBBRRRIIIAAANNN BBBLLLAAAZZZEEE!!!

DANIELS: Well, as we expected, it was a high-speed, high-intensity contest.. Krimzon Blaze really came shooting out of the blocks, and for a while it looked as though he might run away with it! But, unfortunately for the kid, he couldn't sustain it, and that allowed Brian Blaze to force his way - somewhat controversially - into the contest, and ultimately pick up the victory!

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Mike King is escorted from by the stage to the front row.

Kennan: What is that bum doing?

Masters: Apparently he paid for that seat.

Kennan: But don't those seat cost tons of yen.

Daniels: Mike King has the money, trust me.

Kennan: But he dresses like a bum.

Masters: Looks can be deceiving "The Mind."

Daniels: Yeah Mike King hit lotto and got inheritance from an aunt or uncle.

King finally gets to his seat near Chris Tolwar fan. King shoots him the evil eye.

Kennan: There's my hero, Chris Tolwar fan.

Masters: Of course he would be.

Kennan: Shut it.

TOWERS: "This next match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall. Stephanie D will be your referee."

KEENAN: "Oh, I like Stephanie."

MASTERS: "Me too!"

DANIELS: "Yes, she's quite good at her job!"

KEENAN & MASTERS: "You fool."

TOWERS: "Introducing first... representing CZW... ‘the Straight-Edge Curse,’ Ryan Shane!"

The crowd boos loudly as "Feeding Off Your Weakness" by xAFBx ft. xREIGNOFTERRORx plays over the PA. Ryan Shane heads to the ring leading his ‘followers.’ He rolls into the ring and calls for a mic.

Ryan Shane is in the center of the ring as "Feeding off your Weakness" stills blares through the speakers. He is sitting in the center of the ring on a steel folding chair, his right leg crossed from the ankle to knee on his left leg. Surrounding the ring are CZW security, Ryan's personal squad. He looks around with a smirk on his face before bringing the mic in his right hand to his lips.

Shane: "How many times do I have to do this before you'll stay down, Brian? How many embarrassing defeats do I have to deliver to you to break your spirit, demolish your pride? I've taken everything from you, and your response is to punch me in the face? Well that doesn't seem fair. If you want to see the real victor of this little game of ours, just look around."

Ryan motioned to the security standing around the ring, his smirk growing ever more arrogant.

Shane: "Recognize them, Kirks? These are true soldiers. These are the chosen few of the chosen one, plucked right out of your demented grasp to live in my embrace. Each one of these men, as well as the women who followed, are true to the meaning of Straight Edge, as opposed to you. I have it all right now! My army is in full force and out of the shadows at last, my future is all but promised to be bright, but what makes it even sweeter. What makes this even more satisfying..............is that your don't, and you won't. What did I leave you? The charred skeletons of a few buildings. An icy wasteland not fit for bottom feeding scum, even like you. See Brian this is harsh reality and in the game of war, I'll defeat you every time."

Shane kicks back in the chair, enjoying himself.

Shane: "And without the element of surprise that you've been using, you have no chance in hell of getting past my line. Give it a try, and my Spike will be able to taste the flesh of two Renegades tonight."

Daniels: Ryan seem awfully confident tonight

Masters:So would you if you had a small army at ringside

Reckless Youth hits and out of the back come Johnathan Shaw and Knox Harper looking ready to fight.

Kennan: Looks like Kirkland does have friends here tonight besides Mike King.

Shane:Oh look, if it isn't the two idiots I left behind. What do you two think you're doing out here? You gonna try to get me for Kirks? Or are you out here to fight my soldiers, the ones that left you in that freezing hell hole? Either way you're outnumbered, there's only two of you and about 25 of us.

Daniels:I hate to say it but there is nothing they can do, there's way too many people out here on Ryan Shane's side.

Masters:I don't think it matters, Shawn and Knox look ready to try

Shaw shakes his head and pulls a mic out of his vest.

Shaw:Ryan, I know you don't think much of me or Knox but do you really think we're that stupid?

Back in the ring Ryan, still sitting is shaking his head yes.

Kennan: Ryan showing what he thinks of Kirkland's bodyguard and his own former tag team partner.

Shaw:Well then prepare to be the one that looks stupid here tonight, you come out here and brag about taking everything from our leader but you fail to see Brian isn't as alone as you think.

Shawn points his mic to the upper part of the crowd as Reckless Youth resumes playing. After a moment we see people dressed n black shirts and camouflage pants start to come in through the entrances in the crowd

Masters:What the hell? Who are all these people coming through the crowd?!

Kennan:Do you not see the black shirts?? They're Kirkland's new Renegade followers!

They jump the barriers and along with Knox and Shawn they attack Shane's personal security. The massive brawl is all around ring side except for in front of the entrance ramp. A confused and startled Ryan gets out of his chair and begins to exit the ring but a familiar song hits, stopping him in his tracks.

Kirkland slowly emerges from the back, dressed in his ring gear, holding a steel chair and shaking his head at Ryan.

Kennan:And heres Kirkland! Ryan isn't so cocky now is he? He looks like a scared little dog

Masters:What are you talking about, hes Damage's chosen one, hes a rottweiler, he doesn't get scared.

Ryan backs into the ring and grabs his own chair and starts yelling at Kirkland to get in the ring. Kirkland walks to the ring, enters and stares at Ryan who is on the other side standing in the corner with his chair up. Ryan charges and so does Kirkland, both swing chairs

THWACK

The chairs meet

Masters:Damn it that hurts my ears!

THWACK

and again

Daniels:These two are swinging for the fences!

THWACK

and again

Masters:How many times are they going to do this?!

THWACK

and again but this time Kirkland kicks Shane in the gut and smacks him across the back with the chair once.

Kennan:Score one for Kirkland!

Kirkland places Ryan's head between his knees, lifts him up and drops him with a powerbomb, he quickly hooks Ryan's legs a flips him into a Boston crab, completing Murder101.

Daniels:Kirkland hits Murder101, he looks like hes trying to rip Ryan's legs off!

Shane screams and squirms but not for long as one of his security grab his arms and pulls him from the ring.

Masters:Thank god for him,Kirkland was trying to seriously injure Ryan there

Kennan: you mean something like Ryan tried to do to BK?

Knox Harper quickly tackles the one that rescued Shane and throws him in the ring as Shane heads up the ramp. He stops at the top and looks at the carnage at ringside.

Daniels:Ryan Shane is leaving his own team down at ringside where they're getting pummeled!

Kirkland pulls something from his tights and holds it up for all to see.

Masters:Hes got a railroad spike!

Daniels:From the looks of it it seems to be an old one covered in dried blood.

Kennan: Revenge time!

The security is down on all fours trying to get up as BK stands in front of him, glaring down at him. He makes it onto his knees, where he sees BK. He puts his hands and seems to be begging BK to leave him be but Kirkland responds by spiking him in the forehead with the railroad spike. He throws it out of the ring and picks up one of the two chairs in the ring. He sets it up near the middle of the ring as Shane had it to start with. He grabs the security by the arm and drags him to the chair and places the man's head through the back of the chair and onto the seat.

Daniels:Oh this is looking really familiar....

Masters:Someone stop him! Hes gone crazy!

Kennan:Why weren't you yelling that when Ryan was doing this same thing not too long ago?!

Kirkland picks up the second chair and climbs to the second rope. With the chair in one hand he looks down at the bleeding man on the chair in the ring, then at the shocked Ryan on the ramp. He points at Shane, makes cut throat gesture, takes the chair with both hands then jumps off the ropes and smashes the man's head between the two chairs.

Daniels:my god, I was shocked the first time I saw it but this is just as bad....

Masters:Get him before he does anything else!

Kennan:Will you shut up, this is Kirkland's moment and he deserves it!

Kirkland shakes his head again. He kneels down beside the broken, bloodied man and pulls something from the pocket's on his ring shorts.

Masters:He has something else?! Does he keep an arsenal in his pants or something?!

Daniels:That something else appears to be a syringe, needle and all

Kirkland pulls the man's head up by his hair and begins to drive the needle into his head, filling it with blood.

ENOUGH,ENOUGH!

GM Theresa Baines walks out onto the stage along with Axel St. James, behind Ryan.

Masters:For once I'm happy to see this woman!

Baines:I'm all for action here in CZW but this is getting out of hand right now. You two want violence so much that you start a gang war out here but you forget you have a match with each other tonight. I want all of these people cleared from ringside and I want the tag team match scheduled for tonight to start NOW.

Daniels:Looks like Shane isn't too pleased with Baines right now

Masters:Can you blame him?His back is probably killing him right now

Kennan:Boo Hoo, he got hit with a chair once in the back, thats far from the worst thing to hit him in CZW

Shane starts yell in protest but Baines ignores him and walks to the back. The men at ringside slowly pull apart and exit up the ramp except for Shaw, who is in the ring with BK. Ryan and Axel come down to the ring.

KEENAN: "Uh oh. Ryan Shane looks like his pants are chaffing him."

DANIELS: "I'd never thought I'd see the day where I backed up Shane, but he is on a roll as of late... and he wants a piece of Kirkland."

KEENAN: "Every one does. It's called 'riding the coat tails'."

DANIELS: “Clearly.” KEENAN: "Now Kirkland and Shaw…here's a team you could bet on. Look at that hoss Shaw. Straight edge all the way baby."

MASTERS: "Shane is straight edge too, you know."

KEENAN: "Well... Kirkland does it better, obviously."

DANIELS: "It looks like we're getting what we want right away, as Kirkland and Shane are starting this match off!"

DING DING DING

KEENAN: "Kirkland is like a broken drum. Hard to beat. Shane has his hands full here."

MASTERS: "They're doing some trash talking to each other first. It's hard to believe that just a few months ago, these two were best of friends."

KEENAN: "That's what happens when a woman gets in the mix."

DANIELS: "What woman?"

KEENAN: "There wasn't a woman? Oh then nevermind. Friends are over rated. A friend in need, is a pest."

DANIELS: "Look at this... in the crowd... Mike King has shown up! He's wearing street clothes, and looking on as the match begins."

KEENAN: "Is he crying?"

MASTERS: "Ha!"

DANIELS: "BK and Shane lock up, without a clear controller right off. BK begins backing Shane up into a corner... and Miss D tells him to let go. As he does, he and Ryan both try to cheap shot each other and each man is ended up poked in the eye!"

MASTERS: "Each man is pretty similar to each other, it's going to be interesting to see who gets a win in this tag match. Hell, it might even be Shaw who gets the pin."

KEENAN: "Anyone is fine as long as it's not that lunatic Axel. He gives me the creeps."

DANIELS: "Each man begins punching at each other after the recover from their eye injuries. Shane with rights, Kirkland with rights... Shane just kicked BK hard in the gut. He throws him to the ropes... BK ducks the clothesline. On the rebound... Shane drops to the mat, BK leaps over... second rebound... Shane with a standing dropkick, but BK holds on to the ropes!"

MASTERS: "And BK immediately begins putting the boots down on Shane, seizing the opportunity. Technically, it's hard for me to choose sides with this one... but since Damage is who pays me, I'm going with Shane."

KEENAN: "The money's the same, whether you earn it or scam it."

MASTERS: "Indeed."

DANIELS: "BK picks Shane up, and BAM! Hard chop. Another! Another!"

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DANIELS: "BK nails Shane with a kick to the gut... irish whip to a neutral corner, no! Reversed! BK lands hard in the corner, and Shane runs in... a splash!"

KEENAN: "With the size of Shane, that's like being squashed by a pencil."

MASTERS: "Shane pulls BK out and returns the favor!"

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DANIELS: "He kicks him to the gut.... and nails him with swift snap suplex. He picks him back up, and throws him to the ropes again.... no, another reversal... and as Shane got to the ropes, Shaw kicked him hard in the back!"

KEENAN: "That's my boys!"

DANIELS: "Axel tries to get in the ring, but Stephanie tells him to get out... she's so involved with him, she doesn't see that Shaw and BK are double teaming on Shane in their corner!"

MASTERS: "Turn around, woman!"

KEENAN: "Take your clothes off, woman!"

MASTERS: "... What he said!"

DANIELS: "Axel finally goes back to his corner, just as Shaw goes back to his. What great timing with that, right? Now BK locks Shane up in a camel clutch."

MASTERS: "Kirkland is really wrenching it on, and positioned just right to where Shane can't reach for the ropes. BK yells at Stephanie to ask Shane if he wants to quit, but he doesn't, of course. Kirkland then quickly releases the hold, only to lock on a laying down sleeperhold."

DANIELS: "Cutting off the flow of blood to Ryan's head, this doesn't look good."

KEENAN: "No, it looks great!"

MASTERS: "No, it-- Hey, bugger off... you're stealing my lines! Don't be a cheat! At least not to me, anyway."

KEENAN: "I know all about cheating. I've had six very successful marriages."

DANIELS: "Ryan is fighting hard, but BK still has the sleeperhold cinched in. I don't think he has it on all the way, but it's enough to wear the Curse down."

MASTERS: "Stephanie is asking Shane still, but he's on it enough to be able to respond with a no. A Sleeperhold is very under rated, as it is still one of the most effective moves today."

DANIELS: "And Shane could sustain permanent brain damage if it's kept on for much longer."

KEENAN: "Then again it could increase his IQ by 9 points. That would make an even 10."

DANIELS: "Brian Kirkland decides to release the hold, and immediately drops a knee to Shane's back as he stands up. He runs to the ropes... and comes crashing down on Shane with a running legdrop to the back of his head. He turns him around, and covers him!"

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KEENAN: "Almost, Brian. Almost. Kick him in the head a few times, that might do it."

DANIELS: "Brian goes over, and tags in Shaw. They both pick Shane up, and slam him down with a front suplex. Shaw isn't known for his wrestling skills, in fact... this very well could be his first match ever."

MASTERS: "Well, he's in the ring with the wrong guy if it's his first. Shane will make short work of him."

KEENAN: "Because Shane is so short?"

MASTERS: "Because Shaw is so tall!"

DANIELS: "Shaw drops a couple of forearms on Shane's back as he picks him up. The crowd may not like any of these guys that much, but they're definitely into this match. I love it in Japan."

KEENAN: "Eh, I'd rather be in Antarctica. Better company."

DANIELS: "Shaw punches Shane in the gut, dazing... He runs to the ropes... Yakuza kick! No! Shane got out of the way just in time! He goes to tag in Axel... but Shaw wasn't that stunned, and grabs Shane from behind... back suplex!"

MASTERS: "Not too shabby, if this is his first match."

KEENAN: "This hoss can get the job done, make no mistake about it. Otherwise, Kirkland wouldn't have hired him."

DANIELS: "Shaw is sure proud of himself though, looking to Brian and smiling."

KEENAN: "Well he knows he's a bad ass, nothing wrong with that."

DANIELS: "There is a difference between confidence and arrogance, Barry."

KEENAN: "Is there?"

MASTERS: "Not really."

DANIELS: "Yes, there definitely is. Shaw picks Shane back up, and throws him to the ropes... Big boot! NO! Shane slides underneath! Shaw stumbles forward, and turns around... dropkick to the knees!"

KEENAN: "Oh great, he's going to tag in Dr. Doofus now."

MASTERS: "No, doesn't look like it... He's unleashing a fury of punches to Shaw's head instead!"

DANIELS: "Shaw is still on his knees, and Shane suddenly backs up... he runs.. PHANTOM'S KISS! Shining wizard with authority! Shane goes for the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Now it looks like Shane is going to tag in Axel... but he's still a bit dazed. He slowly walks over.. NO! Kirkland gets in the ring and attacks him from behind! Stephanie tries to get back control of the situation."

MASTERS: "She can get control of THIS situation, any time she wants!"

KEENAN: "HIYOO!!"

DANIELS: "Kirkland backs off only when he sees Shaw is up enough to tag him in, which he does. Kirkland gets back in the ring and goes right back to work on Shane. He kicks him in the back... Backstabber! The cover!"

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KEENAN: "Wow, he kicked out? I'm almost impressed!"

DANIELS: "BK quickly mounts Shane, angry with him kicking out. After a series of punches, he gets back up and picks Shane up... Belly-to-belly suplex! Another cover!"

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MASTERS: "Axel is trying hard to get Shane to tag him in. Why is he still wearing that lab coat?"

KEENAN: "Because he's a weirdo, that's why!"

DANIELS: "He is very unique, I will agree with you on that. Kirkland picks up Shane, and starts screaming at him. He's really letting him have it."

KEENAN: "And he should, Shane wronged him."

MASTERS: "Shane DUMPED him, it's a little different. Now Shane is the golden boy, and Kirkland barely has a job."

KEENAN: "Well... that's one way of looking at it, I guess."

DANIELS: "There's another way? Kirkland slaps Shane hard in the face! Picks him up... BK EDGE!"

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KEENAN: "Come on, ref! Get on my lap!"

MASTERS laughs in his headset

DANIELS: "Kirkland is furiated that he can't put Shane away! He's up in Stephanie's face... and to her credit, she's not backing down!"

KEENAN: "She could-- ah, nevermind. Too easy."

DANIELS: "Kirkland sees that won't work, so he goes back to Shane... picks him up... He's going for the Aneurysm! He turns him around.... but Shane pushes him off! Kirkland turns around... standing enziguri! Both men fall down, however... and now are both on the mat."

MASTERS: "This crowd is getting into it, but I'd rather they not. Loud bastards."

KEENAN: "I think they're calling for sushi."

DANIELS: "Shane and BK start stirring... it looks like BK is up first! He grabs Shane by the head... and Shane shrugs it off! Kick to the gut! He throws him to the ropes... spinning backfist!"

MASTERS: "Now Shaw is in the ring! He grabs Shane... Shane surprises him with a European uppercut! He turns around... Pele kick to Shaw! Kirkland is up... Shane is in his zone, however, as Shane quickly kicks him... and nails him with a Sheer Drop Brainbuster! The cover!"

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KEENAN: "That's right!"

MASTERS: "King hasn't moved a muscle since he's been out here, has he?"

DANIELS: "Not an inch. Looks like it's a recon mission. Shane has picked Kirkland back up... and NAILS HIM with the Cursebreaker! Shaw is back up now, though... but Shane is on fire! A kick to the gut... a stiff kick to the knees, knocking him down to them... Shane backs up... KILL SHOT 2!"

KEENAN: "This guy HAS to have done some cocaine or something, where did this energy come from!?"

DANIELS: "NOW he is going to tag in the freshest man of the lot, Axel St. James!"

KEENAN: "Oh Lord no."

MASTERS: "Axel is hot and ready as ever for the tag. Ryan gets closer... closer... and makes the tag!"

KEENAN: "Oh Heavens."

DANIELS: "Shane stays in the ring, looking at Axel as if saying 'let's get them.' Kirkland and Shaw about to feel a world of hurt, Keenan! How's your renegades looking now?"

KEENAN: "We'll survive."

MASTERS: "Axel is hot, telling Shane he's ready to kick some ass. They both draw closer to Kirkland and Shaw, just as they begin standing up... Here they come!"

KEENAN: "Ha!"

DANIELS: "WHAT!?"

MASTERS: "... WHAT!?"

KEENAN: "You fools!"

DANIELS: "Axel St. James has just... he has just turned on Ryan Shane! He blindsided him, and is now mounting him... punching feverishly at his face!"

MASTERS: "Does this idiot not understand the rules!?"

KEENAN: "All too well, William. All too well."

DANIELS: "What... He picks Shane up... FUNHOUSE EFFECT! That deadly DDT that only Axel throws in such a way! This is insane! What does this mean?"

MASTERS: "Axel is taking off his lab coat... bloody hell, he reveals a plain black shirt underneath! Does this mean he's now with the Renegades!?"

KEENAN: "Wow, you're almost smarter than you look, William! That is right! He is with us now!"

DANIELS: "Kirkland and Shaw are smiling at Axel, and they all three hug! This is disgusting! Now they begin kicking the piss out of Shane! And who is going to make the save? Everyone in CZW hates Shane!"

MASTERS: "Well they need to put their jealousy aside and save their chosen one!"

DANIELS: "Well Stephanie is calling for the bell, this is obviously a no contest."

MASTERS: "You think?"

KEENAN: "Obviously? It's Obvious who the winners truly are, anyway!"

DING DING DING

DANIELS: "Shaw picks Shane up... and BAM! Huge Power bomb!"

KEENAN: "Oh, I'm loving this!"

DANIELS: "Now Kirkland has him up... oh no..."

* BAM *

DANIELS: "MURDER 101! He has the elevated Crab on tight, and stretching Shane out like I've never seen! This is despicable! What on Earth is Axel thinking!?"

MASTERS: "Finally, a HERO is coming to make the save!"

KEENAN: "Oh, boys, time to hit the highway!"

DANIELS: "The Jackal is running down to the ring, with a chair in hand! I should be used to this, but another thing I didn't think I'd ever be glad to see! The Renegades high tail it out of dodge, and DD's personal bodyguard checks on Ryan Shane. This is horrible."

King is getting out of his chair.

Daniels: Well his scouting mission is over I guess.

Kennan: But he belongs with the humanoids out there.

Masters: Oh like Chris Tolwar fan.

Kennan: Don't you start about him...

Daniels: Calm down you two, you sound like children.

Masters: What looking at him, you can tell he's inbred.

Kennan: I can't work with this son of a bitch, I'm gonna kill him.

Daniels: Kennan, calm down. He's just a fan.

Kennan: He likes Christian Tolwar, he's his only fan. That should count for something...

DANIELS: “Shane is down but he’s stirring. Hopefully he’s not too badly inured.”

MASTERS: "Oh, don't worry, Jarred. Shane will get his revenge. He is the Chosen one, after all."

KEENAN: "Ha, we'll see about that!"

DANIELS: "Let's cut to a commercial."

"Run With the Wolves" by The Prodigy plays as Alexander Slate's CombatTron appears on the big screen.

Masters: And here he comes, our new X Division champion, and what a night he had last Overdrive!

Daniels: I wasn't much of a believer, but he silenced any doubters of his skill with that victory. That said, El Pablo's got nothing to be ashamed of. He gave everything he had and would've taken out a lot of men on the roster, but it just wasn't his night.

Masters: Yeah, yeah, shut your trap, Daniels. The champ's got something to say.

Slate: None of you people believed in me. None of you! But that didn't matter, did it?

Slate slowly enters the ring, smug smile on his face, making sure the title on his shoulder remains unharmed.

Slate: It doesn't matter at all now, does it? No, I posit that it does not. For I exposed the legend El Pablo as who he really is: just a man. He's just a man! I made sure everyone knew it when he gave up, giving the whole crowd and everyone at home the most beautiful sound in wrestling.

Slate crouches down and places the microphone next to the mat, then begins to rapidly tap it with his hand. He stands back up and resumes his smug smile as the crowd begins to boo.

Slate: Don't worry, don't worry. I'm sure Pablo will be out here giving us some pitiful excuse like dandruff or acid reflux as to why he didn't win, but for right now none of that matters. I am the X Division champion, and as I've promised I will make sure the X isn't about extreme, but about excellence. This title will be about the pursuit of perfection; the progress of martial, technical, and physical acuity. And since I can see already that you ingrates believe I'm going to be a hypocrite, sitting on my ass and holding the title close to my chest, I'd like to take this chance to prove you all wrong. Again. Which brings me to why I'm out here tonight.

Keenan: What the hell is he blathering about? Get to the point!

Slate: After I fairly and respectfully won the title two weeks ago, I was assaulted. I was attacked by a pitiful faction of insurgents calling themselves "The Renegades." A bunch of people who got fired due to Damage Control and are mad that they lost their jobs. Well, I have to say that if I lost my job, I'd be fairly enraged as well. But... there's a problem with that. People lose their jobs, all over the world, every single day. Nothing's secure; it's a fact of life. And do you know why all those people lost their jobs? It's not downsizing. It's not some paranoid conspiracy theory. No, the reason people get fired is INCOMPETENCE!

Keenan: What the hell? How dare he say that about the Renegades!

Slate: Each and every one of you got fired because you lost. You failed. You entered a match knowing you'd get fired if you didn't give your all and you still refused to do so. If that's not a dismissal due to incompetence, I don't know what is. People might not like Damage Control 'cause it took away one of their favorites, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater good, and I assert that Derek Damage knew what he was doing. And so now, you're all banding together, as if you were remotely friends before all this mess. You've even got the backing of Theresa Baines, who has the gall to claim Damage is on a power trip. All her actions prove is that her ego is even bigger than her implants.

Keenan: Baines is a saint for giving them their jobs back! This is ridiculous!

Masters: Besides, nothing's bigger than her-

Daniels: William!

Masters: What?

Slate: I know that without strength in numbers, you're nothing. And to prove it, I'm challenging any one of you insurgent cowards to come out here right now and face me. No managers, no bodyguards, no lumberjacks, just one on one. And to kill two birds with one stone and prove I will, in fact, be a fighting champion...

Slate looks at his title, takes a deep breath, and holds it above his head.

Slate: ...I'll even make it a title match.

Masters: Now that's confidence! No better way to show he's a deserving champion than that.

Keenan: You mean stupidity. He's gonna lose the title, get beaten with it, and wish he never opened his trap.

Slate looks out toward the ramp, where no one has come out.

Slate: No one? Well, I can't say I didn't expect this outcome, but I at least hoped-

"Sorry You're Not a Winner" starts to play as Slate looks back in half-surprise, half-shock.

Daniels: Jacob Havok! Slate is going to have his hands full here.

Keenan: You're damn right! A former X Division title holder, the man who ended Beautiful Agony-

Daniels: And someone who embodies the high-risk nature of the X Division, no matter what Slate says.

Havok runs to the ring, dives through the ropes, and rushes up to Slate, nailing him with a shining wizard before the bell even sounds.

Daniels: We are off and Havok is wasting no time! The shining wizard drops Slate and he's pounding on the ground now.

Masters: I'll bet you this is all Slate's strategy. Make him use up all his energy, leave him tired and unable to counter.

Keenan: You expect that idiot to last that long under this assault?

Slate makes it to the ropes, and Havok eventually lets him get up. The two lock up, and Slate pushes him into the turnbuckle, lets go, then pops him with a european uppercut, then a second. Slate goes for a kick to the knee, but Havok sidesteps, circles around and drills Slate with an enzuigiri.

Daniels: The cover! For the title!

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Masters: It takes more than a couple strikes to keep a man like Slate down!

Daniels: They lock up again, Slate transitioning to a waist lock... big german suplex! Holding it for the bridge!

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Daniels: Both men want to end this one early, and I can't say I blame them.

Both men lock up again. Slate tries for an irish whip, but Havok counters it into his own whip into the ropes. Havok runs up and drills Slate with a dropkick, sending him tumbling out of the ring.

Daniels: Havok with the advantage here, what's he going to-

Masters: Look out Alex!

Daniels: Springboard crossbody to the outside!

Keenan: Slate's done. It's over.

Daniels: Not just yet. Havok's going to ringside... getting a chair! Showing off the hardcore wing of the X Division as well!

As Slate struggles to his feet, Havok slams the chair into his shoulder, Slate crying out in pain with each strike.

Masters: Slate, I hate to disagree with you, but you're wrong. THAT is the most beautiful sound in wrestling.

After four strikes, Havok tosses the chair aside and pulls Slate to his feet. Havok tries to shove him back into the ring, but Slate counters...

Masters: Slate's not giving up... irish whip into the steel steps!

Slate nurses his shoulder, and only then does he notice the ref counting.

5!

Masters: C'mon Slate, keep up the momentum!

6!

Slate looks over at Havok, still down, shakes his head and walks over to the timekeeper.

Keenan: What's this guy think he's doing?

7!

Slate pulls the title out of the timekeeper's hand, sees Havok begin to stir, and hops the barricade into the stands.

8!

Masters: He's being smart, that's what he's doing! He doesn't want to lose the title to a fluke victory!

Havok stirs and looks around only to see Slate slowly walking up an aisle in the stands.

9!

Havok rushes up into the stands, chasing Slate. Once Slate realizes he's being followed he begins to run as well until they disappear into the concourse.

10! Ring the bell!

*DING DING DING*

Towers: This match has ended in a double count-out. Due to the draw, still your X Division champion, "The Paragon" Alexander Slate!

The crowd boos both the outcome and the double count-out itself.

Keenan: You guys got an X Division champion who can't even defend his own title right. Way to go.

Masters: I told you, that's smart! It's good to see someone with intelligence in this business.

Daniels: In any case, I'm sure he'll get more chances to defend his title in the future.

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The Godzilla theme plays and Sawyer makes his way menacingly out onto the stage…to a thunderous ovation. The cheering fans seem to catch even Sawyer himself off guard. He quirks an eyebrow for a moment and then resumes his walk to the ring with significantly less hostility in his demeanor.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first, from Grand Rapids, Michigan…GODZILLA…SAWYER!!”

Sawyer enters the ring and places his hands on his hips, still not quite believing the ovation that he is receiving. He holds one fist up in the air and nods in appreciation to the crowd.

Daniels: “I must say I’m a bit surprised at the reaction for Sawyer, but I guess it makes sense given his history in this country.”

Keenan: “I’m surprised as well. Normally these people are running in terror whenever Godzilla shows up!”

Daniels: “Will you please stop?”

The lights die out and the fans continue to cheer loudly as an eerie blue mist begins to filter into the ringside area. “Tearing the Veil From Grace” thunders out over the PA and ‘the Shadow’ moves out onto the stage in his leather surcoat.

Towers: “And his opponent, hailing from San Antonio, Texas…he is ‘the Shadow,’ MORTIUS!!”

Daniels: “Mortius now stalking down toward the ring fresh off a tag-team victory against Mike King and World Champion Eddie Rowan, and after this match he’ll be involved in a hellacious four-way match up for that very championship!”

Keenan: “Well, he has to get past Sawyer first.”

Masters: “I’d have agreed with you before Sawyer joined the Renegades, but now I hope Mortius takes Godzilla out!”

Keenan: “Of COURSE that won’t happen! If Godzilla died, they’d never be able to make all those sequels. Godzilla always wins!”

Mortius strides up the steps and over the top rope into the ring, staring down his opponent as he removes his coat. The lights turn back on and referee Jason Hummel calls for the bell!

*DING DING!*

Daniels: “Both men circle up and there’s the collar and elbow tie-up. Mortius powers Sawyer into the corner and…clean break. Mortius glares at Sawyer who is still reclining in the corner, grinning at the cheering crowd.”

Keenan: “See, this is where Mortius should’ve kicked him in the groin, spun him around, rolled him up, put his feet on the ropes and pulled the tights. He’d be halfway to taking a victory shower by now.”

Masters: “I…actually can’t disagree with you there.”

Daniels: “Please. That’s not something Mortius would do. Here’s another lock-up and this time it’s Sawyer driving his opponent into the corner! Now we’ll get something like you were talking about, I’m sure.”

Masters: “No…clean break by Sawyer!”

The fans applaud Sawyer’s apparent sportsmanship and Mortius even looks a little surprised by it.

Daniels: “Well, color me surprised.”

They circle up again and go for the lock up, and this time Sawyer takes control with an arm-wringer. Mortius slaps his shoulder in pain and frustration as Sawyer cranks on the arm a bit more. He then drives his own massive shoulder into Mortius’ arm which actually causes Mort to fall to one knee for a brief moment.

Daniels: “Old school wrestling here by Sawyer, focusing on the arm of Mortius. Typically when facing a man the size of Mortius, the tactic is to go for the legs, but I can’t fault Sawyer’s logic here. Mortius relies on a very physical power-based offence that revolves around lifting the opponent up and slamming them to the mat. With a bum arm, Mortius will not be able to use that power effectively against a man the size of Godzilla Sawyer.”

Masters: “Pshaw. At the worst Sawyer will make it difficult for Mortius to go backstage and high-five Eddie Rowan or someone during his victory celebration!” Sawyer wrings the arm of Mortius once more and again connects with a stiff shoulder-block. Wincing in pain, Mortius grabs Sawyer’s wrist with his free hand and the two engage in a test of strength as Mortius tries to power out of the wrist lock.

Daniels: “Both of these powerful athletes are struggling against each other, and this crowd is cheering them both on!”

Keenan: “They’re eating it up like an all you can eat sushi buffet!”

Mortius finally wins out, flinging Sawyer backwards onto the mat. He shakes his arm a bit, wincing in pain as Sawyer rolls back up to his feet. Zilla moves in for the grapple, but Mortius catches him off-guard with a boot to the gut!

Daniels: “Side headlock by Mortius and there’s the takedown! Mortius now cinching in on Godzilla Sawyer, and I never thought I’d see Sawyer and Mortius in a technical exhibition match!”

Masters: “That makes two of us.”

Keenan: “Next week I want to see the two of YOU in a technical exhibition match.”

Daniels: “Not going to happen.”

Masters: “Yeah, because I’d beat you bloody senseless…”

Daniels: “Eh?”

Keenan: “Daniels, I didn’t know you were Canadian!”

Sawyer struggles against the side headlock before rolling Mortius onto his shoulders! Humel makes the count!

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Keenan: “How disappointing would it be if a match ever ended like that? I’d expect a full-scale riot.”

Sawyer manages to get his feet back under him and he struggles to a standing position. He forces Mortius against the ropes and shoves him off. Mortius hits the far side and shoulder tackles Sawyer to the mat! Mortius runs to the near side and Sawyer rolls onto his stomach. Mortius hops over him and continues his momentum and Sawyer gets to his feet.

Daniels: “Mortius with a head of steam…HIP TOSS by Sawyer! Perfectly executed! Mortius stands up and Sawyer with a BIG scoop slam! Mortius back up and Sawyer with ANOTHER scoop slam! The fans here in Japan are behind Sawyer completely and he’s revelling in it! Flashbacks to the Working Man, perhaps?”

Masters: “Yes, these people must not have been paying attention when he started kidnapping people and torturing them in the boiler room.”

Keenan: “Nah, they remember. It’s just that nobody cares about Timmons.”

Masters: “Point taken.”

Sawyer picks Mort up but ‘the Shadow’ surprises him with a thunderous forearm shot. Mortius continues on the offense, driving Sawyer back into a corner with a series of punches and forearms, the crowd cheering on Mortius just as enthusiastically as they were Sawyer.

Masters: “They don’t know who to cheer for more from the sounds of it!”

Keenan: “Well, Americans will always tell you that Asians all look alike. Maybe it’s the same thing to them and they can’t tell who is who.”

Daniels: “Oh, please. Because of the squinty eyes, right? Is that what you were alluding to?”

Keenan: “My goodness, Daniels, I can’t believe you’d make such a racist comment.”

Daniels: “Me? But I-“

Keenan: “I’m so very, very disappointed in you, Daniels.”

Daniels: “…”

Mortius whips Sawyer to the far corner and follows him in with a big avalanche body splash! Sawyer staggers out after the blow and Mortius scoops him up onto his shoulders. SAMOAN DROP!

Daniels: “Mortius with the cover!”

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Daniels: “Mortius lifts Sawyer back up and puts him in a headlock once more. ‘The Shadow’ now driving those knee lifts into Godzilla’s ribs, what impact! Mortius now on the run to the near side, hits the ropes and throws the running lariat! Sawyer counters with a headbut to the shoulder! Mortius staggers back, holding his arm in pain as Sawyer staggers to his feet!”

Masters: “I find it fitting that Sawyer blocked that move ‘with his head.’ That’s not a tactic that I would personally employ, but apparently Sawyer has the brain cells to spare!”

Sawyer shakes the cobwebs free and goes back on the attack, grabbing Mortius with another arm-wringer and then placing the arm over his own shoulder. Sawyer then lifts the arm up and snaps it down over his shoulder!

Daniels: “Sawyer may have hyper-extended the arm of Mortius with that move! ‘The Shadow’ is in pain right now!”

Masters: “I’m still surprised that Sawyer hasn’t resorted to any dirty tactics yet.”

Keenan: “Well, that’s because he wants to entertain his fans here. If he wanted to cheat, he already would have won by now.”

Sawyer pulls Mortis up and hooks his arm behind his back, then executing a scoop slam! Mortius hisses in pain as he begins to once more favor his wounded shoulder. Sawyer hits the ropes and flies with a running diving headbutt to the shoulder! Godzilla goes for the pin!

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Masters: “Whew! Thank goodness for that!”

Daniels: “I never thought I’d hear you rooting for Mortius.”

Masters: “And I never thought you’d be the more appealing broadcast partner, but now that we have this Renegade sympathizer…”

Keenan: “Hey, now, I am a broadcast journalist! I’m just doing my job!”

Sawyer picks Mortius up into a sitting position and locks in an armbar, wrenching on the wounded limb. Humel ask Mort if he wants to quit, but Mortius roars at him that he does not.

Daniels: “A lot of torque being applied by Sawyer on this arm-bar. He may be a Renegade, and he may have turned his back on the fans back in the states, but here in Japan he is giving the fans a real treat tonight.”

Keenan: “I’d give you a treat, Daniels, but I’m all out of milk bones.”

Masters: *snicker*

Daniels: “Hey, whose side are you on, anyway!?”

Mortius is able to slowly work his way to his feet, trying to force Sawyer off of him. He presses his palm to Sawyer’s chin and tries to shove him off, but Godzilla refuses to let go. Suddenly, Mortius drops to the ground and takes Sawyer down with a hip toss, though the effort causes him to further strain his injured arm. Sawyer pops up and quickly takes Mortius down with a lariat!

Daniels: “Quick recovery by Sawyer there and the veteran is right back onto the arm bar!”

Mortius struggles against the hold for a while before once again fighting to his feet. He strikes futiley at Sawyer, not being able to gain enough leverage for an effective attack and then suddenly runs to the near side, diving to the mat with another hip-toss, this time sending Sawyer spilling out between the ropes to the floor!

Daniels: “Great counter there by Mortius to buy himself some time, and the fans here love it! Sawyer hit the ground pretty hard, but he’s already getting back to his feet. Watch Mortius, though! Mortius charges and DIVES OVER THE TOP ROPES ONTO SAWYER!! OH MY GOD!!”

Masters: “BLOODY HELL!!”

Keenan: “MOTHRA, er MORTIUS HAS CRASHED ONTO GODZILLA!”

Both men crash hard to the floor as the fans in attendance roar their approval. Mortius is the first up, but he is still favoring his shoulder, having possibly landed on it during the dive. He picks up Sawyer who was also starting to stand.

Daniels: “Sawyer and Mortius right here in front of us now, and Mortius drives Zilla spine-first into the apron, now driving a knee lift into the midsection! Sawyer doubles over and Mortius takes a step back, KNEE STRIKE right to the TEMPLE!! Sawyer crumples to the floor as Mortius tries to once more get some feeling back into his wounded arm.”

Mortius stalks Sawyer and drives ANOTHER knee to the skull as Zilla sits up, and now Sawyer is busted open on his forehead, a rivulet of blood running all the way down his face.

Keenan: “We’ve got a bleeder!”

Masters: “Sawyer might have a concussion at this point…GET HIM, MORTIUS!!”

Mort picks Zilla up by the head, but Sawyer, with a surge of adrenaline, smacks his hands away and scoops him up with a double-leg take-down…only falling BACKWARDS and causing Mortius to smack his face on the apron!

Daniels: “Unique counter there by Sawyer and he’s not done for yet! The fans here are cheering for both men STILL!”

Sawyer takes Mortius down with a sweeping clothesline and then staggers up the ring steps onto the apron, using the top rope to support himself as he tries to clear his head. Mortius stands slowly and Zilla measures him…charging across the apron and diving off with a FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK!!”

Keenan: “TIIIIIMMMMMBEEERRRRRR!!”

Masters: “Mountain Man already wrestled tonight!”

Daniels: “Gutsy move there by Sawyer and both men are sprawled out here on the floor by the Japanese announce table! Sawyer uses said table to pull himself to his feet while Mortius uses the ring apron. Sawyer goes for Mortius, but Mort counters with a big kick to the face! Mortius grabs Sawyer…NO!!”

*CRAAAAAASH!!!*

Daniels: “CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! BAH GAWD!! MORTIUS CHOKESLAMS GODZILLA THROUGH THE TABLE!!”

Mortius tries to catch his breath while the fans erupt in cheers. He drags Sawyer out of the wreckage of the table and rolls his lifeless body into the ring, sliding in after him.

Masters: “It’s over. Good night, Sawyer!”

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Masters: “WHAT!?!?”

The fans come completely unglued now as Sawyer somehow breaks the pin. Mortius looks at Sawyer in complete shock and then looks to Humel who literally cowers in fear! Mortius finally gets it together and drags Sawyer towards the corner, lifting him up into a fireman’s carry and slowly stepping up onto the second turnbuckle.

Daniels: “I know what’s about to happen here! Mortius moves Sawyer over his shoulder into a powerslam position…MORTIUS SLAM!!”

Keenan: “NO! Sawyer with a hard elbow to the face! And another! Sawyer slides off Mortius’ shoulder!”

Sawyer now stands on the second rope next to Mortius…two large superstars in a precarious position on the ropes. Sawyer headbutts Mortius three times, the third one staggering both men, but then Sawyer grabs Mort in a front facelock!

Daniels: “What’s Sawyer doing! No! NOOOOO!!”

*THUUUUUUUUD!!!*

Daniels: “SAWYER WITH A SUPER VERSION OF THE ATOMIC DDT!! DDT FROM THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!! Mortius bounced right off the top of his head! The fans are screaming at the top of their lungs to the point that I can hardly hear myself speak, but both men are down after that impact! FINALLY Sawyer begins to stir! He moves over…and drapes an arm over Mortius! Humel makes the count!!

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Daniels: “YES!! HE’S NOT OUT YET!”

Keenan: “Would it kill you to be impartial here?”

Masters: “Like YOU, right?”

Keenan: “I TOLD you! I am a BROADCAST JOURNALIST! I am completely 100% NEUTRAL!”

Mortius and Sawyer struggle to their feet slowly.

Keenan: “KILL HIM, SAWYER!!”

Sawyer scoops Mortius up and PLANTS him with a powerslam! He more or less just lays atop him for the cover as opposed to actively making an attempt at the pin.

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Daniels: “I can’t believe this! These guys are going 100% all out!”

Keenan: “Well, they both have a lot to prove! Sawyer wants to show his appreciation to the Japanese fans and Mortius wants to go into his World Title match with momentum! At this rate, neither guy is even going to HAVE another match!”

Sawyer and Mortius stagger to their feet and begin trading punches almost in slow motion, the crowd popping loudly after each strike. Finally, Mortius catches Sawyer with a knee to the gut!

Daniels: “Suplex attempt by Mort-INSIDE CRADLE!! SAWYER WITH THE PIN!”

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Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match…MORTIUS!!”

Daniels: “What a match! Both men fought to exhaustion and it only BARELY ended at all!”

Keenan: “Fast count! That was a fast count AND I’m pretty sure Mortius had a handfull of tights!”

Masters: “You know what? I hope he DID!”

“Tearing the Veil From Grace” plays as Mortius and Sawyer have moved to opposite corners, pulling themselves up into seated positions. They stare across the ring at eachother in a mixture of enmity and hard-earned respect.

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The fans cheer loudly as we cut backstage to see CZW World Champion Eddie Rowan preparing for his match, doing a few warm up stretches. The cheering reaches a fever pitch as another individual enters the shot, a Japanese man wearing a suit, sunglasses, and sporting the NJAW World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The man, Choji Saiyga, bows respectfully to Eddie.

Saiyga: “Good evening, Mr. Rowan. Choji Saiyga. I’m a fan.”

Eddie straightens up and smiles, shaking the man’s hand.

Eddie: “Yes, I am familiar with you, sir. I’m a fan as well. It’s a privelidge to meet you.”

Saiyga: “With your tour of Japan in full-swing and the partnership between CZW and NJAW in full bloom, I was hoping perhaps we could perhaps get a photo of our respective World Champions together.”

Eddie nods without hesitation as a photographer is waved in by Saiyga. Eddie retrieves his belt and both champions pose with their titles over their shoulders.

Saiyga: “My thanks to you. Perhaps sometime on your tour we could have a match of our own. Wouldn’t that be a treat for the fans?”

Eddie: “Wooooo, yeah, that would be a doozy, wouldn’t it? I’ve kinda got my hands full with the Renegades tonight and a title defense on the next show, but we’ll see how it goes. I’ll have ‘my people’ call ‘your people,’ as they say?”

Saiyga: “I look forward to hearing from you, Mr. Rowan.”

Saiyga bows respectfully and Eddie reciprocates before Saiyga leaves.

Daniels: “Wow, what a match THAT would be! Choji Saiyga and Eddie Rowan one-on-one! It’s an international dream match!”

Masters: “Let’s hope their world champion fares a little better than the rest of the guys have on this tour so far. The only match they’ve won at this point was a 3 on 1 handicap match!”

Daniels: “Folks, we’ve got a commercial break to see to. We’ll be right back after this!”

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Daniels: Well everyone it's time now for our main event of the evening. A highly anticipated contest that will see three of Baines' top stars...

Keenan: Wooo yeah

Daniels: ...uh...huh... taking on two of CZWs top stars AND... a mystery third

Keenan: Well unless it's god himself i don't think they stand a chance

Masters: Amazing

Daniels: What's that?

Masters: Someone i can stand less than you, i never thought it was possible

Keenan: You don't talk to me like that, you hear me, maybe see if my wonderful, beautiful and talented Theresa Baines can send someone over to deal with you

Masters: You wish you had that kind of authority

Keenan: Oh try me, i dare ya, try me

Daniels: Anyway guys, back to the matter at hand. Any ideas who this mystery third could be?

Masters: Oh, i know who it is

Daniels: You do?

Masters: Sure i do, who, in the history of this company has always wanted to make it to the top, to be the best and never be afraid to speak up when things didn't go his way? Who would jump at a chance to main event here in CZW and be the top attraction

Keenan: Everyone that watches this show fool. But for the life of me i don't know why, they should change the name of this show to Renegades Action Wrestling

Daniels: I think the name RAW has been taken already Keenan, but please, don't let us disturb your daydreams, we'll just, erm, talk to the nice fans out there about real life things, seriously, Derek, i know you're listening, can you just cut his damn mic? Anyway Masters what were you saying

Masters: Oh yeah... i think it's going to be... RAVE!!!

Daniels: Oh god, okay Keenan, you can start babbling again, it would be no worse than William

Keenan: BABBLING, how dare you, you piece of.... oh, wait wait, silence

''Streetcleaner'' by Godflesh hits out over the speakers and Alan Fiscus and Justin Marsham step out onto the stage. The walk down the ramp to a chorus of boos and step between the ropes.

Keenan: Wait... where's Hudson?

Daniels: I don't know, maybe he's coming out on his own?

Masters: Well Fiscus and Marsham are looking incredibly annoyed. Are they just fired up or has something happened to their partner?

Keenan: I don't know, but, ah here he... no

Slip Slide Melting starts to play and the fans go absolutely nuts for their World Heavyweight Champion as he steps out on stage beside Buzzsaw

Keenan: Look at that belt on Rowan, doesn't look right does it? That's because the leather got a ''groove'' around Alan Fiscus' waist and no other man will ever be able to make it fit properly

Masters: Fiscus was a great champion... for CZW

Keenan: And as soon as the opportunity arises he, or any of Theresa's men would be a great champion for the Renegades

Daniels: Once again, dragging us back to the land of the here and now Eddie and Buzzsaw conspicuous by the absence of their third man. I know the crowd are highly curious, as am i, to find out who it is.

Keenan: Look at Buzzsaw jumping into the crowd like a moron. Is that any way for a superstar to behave?

Daniels: He's just sharing a few moments with his audience Barry, he IS an icon over here

Keenan: NO, you know who an icon is? Justin Marsham, physically at his peak, technically sound, best all-rounder in the business today, THAT'S an icon.

Buzzsaw returns from the crowd and stands beside a solemn looking Rowan on the outside. Both men stare into the ring at Fiscus and Marsham. The atmosphere is thick, noise seems muted as the four men look at each other. The crowd in the background can be heard cheering for the champ and the icon.

Buzzsaw and Rowan look to one another and in an unspoken agreement, run at the same time and slide under the ropes

Daniels: And Fiscus and Marsham cut them off with boots to the back. Marsham lifts up Rowan and punches him into the turnbuckle as Fiscus lifts Buzzsaw and sends him into the ropes. A flurry of forearms from Marsham and a samoan drop from Fiscus

Masters: The bell hasn't rung yet, we need the other two men, this match hasn't even officially started

The crowd boo as Fiscus ignores Buzzsaw and joins Marsham in punching Rowan into the turnbuckle. Both men throw one of Eddies arms over behind their head and execute a double snap suplex

Masters: Hard impact to the back, both Renegades get back to their feet in time for Buzzsaw to execute a double dropkick

Keenan: But Alan and Justin counter, grabbing a leg of Buzzsaws each... genius

Daniels: You mean ouch surely? They just separated his legs to a degree i didn't think humanly possible, and Buzzsaw feeling the effects

Buzzsaw is rolling on the mat, grabbing his crotch in obvious pain. Fiscus turns... straight into a dropkick from Eddie Rowan, sending him flying over the top rope to the concrete below. The crowd cheer in unison as Eddie smiles towards Marsham and runs into a shoulder elbow tie up

Daniels: And Marsham comes off better, taking Eddie into a firemans carry followed through into a chin lock

Eddie quickly rolls to his side, forcing Marsham to break the hold and both men roll to their feet

Masters: WOW

Daniels: Indeed, while we were watching Marsham and Rowan Alan Fiscus had got to his feet on the outside only to be met by a recovered Buzzsaw flying over the ropes in a suicide dive on top of him. High risk, typical of Buzzsaw, and both men now down on the hard concrete

Back on the inside Eddie Rowan has Marsham into the turnbuckle, he runs in with a clothesline, but Marsham sidesteps and Eddie goes sternum first into the corner, he steps back, clutching his chest only to be hit with a german suplex and an awkward landing

Keenan: That was beautiful

Masters: That looked sore

Daniels: Well Eddie recovered well and rolled to his feet amazingly, but he's clutching his neck, and no wonder.

Marsham wastes no time running in and hitting an STO on the champ, sending him back down to the mat and rolling through with an arm bar

Daniels: Marsham quickly pulls back on that arm to hyperextend it before releasing the hold and rolling to his feet, picking up Rowan as he goes

Irish Whip to the ropes... reversed... Both men go for a body splash and smash violently into one another in midair, collapsing to the canvas. On the outside Fiscus has regained his feet and is currently scraping Buzzsaw’s head along the steel guardrail, a sadistic look on his face as he does so. Buzzsaw thrusts his elbow back into Alans ribs and turns with a wild club to Fiscus' head, sending him to the ground. He checks his head to make sure there is no blood and picks Fiscus back up, throwing lefts and rights into his face.

Daniels: Fiscus blocks and starts throwing a few of his own, now tackling Buzzsaw hard into the rail

Buzzsaw arches his back and falls to the floor, only to be lifted straight back up and thrown to the steel ring post

Masters: And Alan's picked up a chair, well he told Buzzsaw he could get hardcore too, looks like he's proving it.

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Daniels: The chair hits steel as Buzzsaw ducks at the last second, Alan turns... Big boot from Buzzsaw sending that chair into Alans face... What an impact!

Keenan: What a tragedy!

Buzzsaw looks around him and sees Eddie's championship belt sitting at the bell table and goes towards it

Daniels: Well i'm not sure about how Eddie will feel about Buzzsaw using his belt, but i suppose it's for the greater good

Keenan: Greater good? This is disgusting, he should be made to drop that belt and get back into the ring.

Masters: Funny how there wasn't a peep out of you when Alan had the chair

Keenan: Well he didn't use it, probably was going to offer Buzzsaw a seat to recover, because Alan's a GENTLEMAN

Daniels: Well there's nothing gentle about THAT

Buzzsaw runs in and throws everything he has into the shot, hitting Fiscus just as he gets to his feet

Masters: What a shot! Unbelievable.

Buzzsaw rolls back into the ring, to assist Rowan. The champ and Marsham on their feet and in a tie up, each trying to get the upper hand. Buzzsaw runs over and clubs Marsham on the back, coming around and both men lifting Justin into the air by the legs, falling backwards

Daniels: Double Flapjack. This crowd is going wild as the two CZW resistance stand tall in the center of the ring

CZW CZW CZW

Chants roll out in the arena as the two men lift Marsham and irish whip him to the ropes, ducking down for the double backdrop

Keenan: DOUBLE DDT! See, that's what makes him brilliant, resilient, fight till the end, make something of nothing. Marsham is an inspiration

Fiscus rolls back into the ring from the outside, a trickle of blood rolling down his features from a small laceration above his eye. He and Marsham lift Buzzsaw and Rowan respectively. Fiscus hits a piledriver on Buzzsaw and Marsham runs to the ropes, leaping onto the second...

Keenan: AIR MARSHAM!

Daniels: COUNTERED!

Masters: What a powerslam, that's not a move seen much by Rowan, but it was sure as hell effective. Rowan stands... here we go

Rowan and Fiscus face off in the ring, staring at each other as the crowd start to make a tremendous noise for the showdown.

Daniels: These two have a long and storied history dating back almost form the time Rowan came into CZW. These fans have been waiting on this moment since the renegades first attacked. Just listen to them

The noise rises as Alan And Eddie take a step towards one another. Their eyes never leaving, they step over the downed men without so much as noticing them in their journey. Finally they are face to face. Eddie has an angry grimace and is breathing harshly while Alan has a manic smile on his face, made all the more by the little streams of blood running down his face. The crowd are at bursting point as they both draw their fists back

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A Gregorian chant blares loudly over the speakers. Stopping Fiscus and Rowan in their tracks, the lights dim and a table on wheels is rolled onto the stage, covered in a black cloth. There is a figure on top of the table, bloodied and battered, one arm dangling lifelessly over the side

Daniels: Is that?...

Keenan: Oh no

Masters: That's Ra Hudson, that's Ra on the table

Marsham and Buzzsaw start to get slowly to their feet as all four men stare at the top of the ramp and Hudsons beaten body, amplified on the big screen. Then from the back comes a robed figure. The same robed figure from the past few weeks. He walks slowly to the trolley while the chant continues ominously in the background. The robed man grabs the trolley and walks slowly down the ramp. The fans are silent as this proceeds. At the bottom the robed figure lifts Hudsons lifeless body and rolls it into the ring, at the four mens feet. The men look on, Buzzsaw perplexed, Alan and Justin confused and angry and Eddie... smiling.

Daniels: Well it looks like we're about to find out who the mystery man is that's been haunting our screens for the past month.

The mystery man walks up the steps and into the ring, head bowed he stands in front of the irate Alan Fiscus and the chant slows down... slower and slower, as a different song speeds up over it. As the song gets up to full speed and the lights come back up the crowd are in their element. Cheering and chanting, knowing full well now what is suddenly dawning on Fiscus and Marsham. Taking You Down by Egypt Central now reaches it's loudest as the robe is quickly pulled off to a thunderous riot in the arena. Fiscus has a second of disbelief, just enough time for Eric Collum to kick Alan in the gut

Daniels: CANADIAN DESTROYER!!!

Masters: ERIC... FUCKIN... COLLUM!!!

Eric looks around the crowd, the fans on their feet as he dodges a clothesline by Marsham and hits a Twist of Fate

Daniels: I can't believe it. Eric Collum is back ladies and Gentlemen. I would never have guessed. Especially with him and Hudsons great history together. What in the name of all that is holy is happening?

Rowan, Buzzsaw and Collum roll the three opponents to the floor on the outside. Jeran still not having moved. In the center Buzzsaw and Eddie shake Erics hand, all three smiling as the crowd cheer on

Masters: Well i am shocked. I can't believe Collum is on our side.

Keenan, Ericawhatnow? Who is this guy? Why is he interrupting this match? Why has he picked the wrong side

Daniels: You are familiar with our past i take it?

Keenan, well yes, i know WHO he is, but he hasn't been heard of in so long, where did he creep up from?

Daniels: Well this is one of the best things that could have happened in CZW. I'm really glad he...

Fiscus rolls back into the ring, attacking Collum from behind, Buzzsaw and Rowan head to the apron

DING DING

Masters: Wait... what?

Daniels: You know in all the action i forgot this match hadn't even officially started. Standard three on three, partners to the apron. I'm surprised the referee was so patient

Masters: He probably didn't know what to do when it turned into a free for all at the start.

Daniels: Well it's an uphill struggle for the Renegades as Fiscus, Marsham AND Ra have taken some punishment already and Alan only has one partner to count on right now. AND he's in there fighting a fresh man

Keenan: Which just shows you his ever say die attitude, Fiscus is a man to be respected, how could you not

Fiscus has Collum facing the ropes, using the top one to choke him out. Collum gets an elbow to Alans face and follows up with a dropkick, sending Alan skidding back on the canvas. Eric is right on top of him though sending punches into his head. Alan manages to push him off and gets back to his feet. They lock up and Collum comes off better, he takes Alan into a headlock and runs for the bulldog, but Alan pushes Eric off and into the ropes, Alan tries a clothesline but Collum ducks, bouncing off the opposite ropes, he tries for a step up Enziguiri, but Alan ducks the kick and takes him into an ankle lock. Collum easily rolls out, sending Alan to the ropes chest first, he bounces back into a rollup

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Daniels: Marsham tags in. We haven't seen these two face off against each other in a long time. When they did it was always the highest quality.

Masters: Well we're not going to see it yet, Collum makes the tag to Rowan and the World Champ gets into the ring gladly

Rowan, after resting, is all fired up and heads straight into a shoulder elbow tie up with Marsham, both men try to get position but finally Rowan backs Marsham into the turnbuckle, releasing the tie up and chopping Marsham hard across the chest, he lifts Marsham into a sitting position on top of the turnbuckle and steps up after him. Whatever he was going to do however is cut short by Marsham pushing him off to the canvas to a boo from the fans. He jumps after Rowan with a leg drop, landing perfectly over the chaps throat

Keenan: See. look at this, the Renegades fight back, we have a bloody Alan Fiscus, a knocked out Jeran Hudson and a beat up Justin Marsham and we're STILL on top

Daniels: WE?

Keenan: I mean, naturally i'm employed by CZW, but in the Renegades i can see the smarts and intelligence and gusto and passion and determination and strength and...

Masters: Oh shut up, have you even made one call in this match? All i remember is you kissing some major posterior

Keenan: how dare you, but now that you mention it... The amazing, fantastic Marsham takes the despicable disgusting champ into a figure four leg lock, where he will no doubt tap as if he were a toddler because of the technique and prowess of Justin

Daniels: Oh god, shut up.

Rowan tries to reach behind him to tag n Buzzsaw, who is reaches over the ropes, but just out of reach as Marsham wrenches in the figure four. Rowan puts his hands on his face, obviously in pain, he tries to reach down to punch Marsham but that only puts more pressure on the hold. The fans start to groan, screaming ''no'' as he raises his hand as if to tap.

Daniels: Well looks like that's all Buzzsaw could take as he steps in and stomps on Marshams chest, forcing him to break the hold

Fiscus runs in and clubs the retreating Buzzsaw, sending him out of the ring. Fiscus then returns to his corner and Marsham reaches out and grabs Rowans ankle just as he was about to tag Collum and drags him back to the center, once again locking in the figure four. The crowd moan their disapproval as Eddie is once again in obvious pain. He tries in a futile effort to reach out to Collum. The fans are screaming as Rowans hand reaches up.... and in one fluent movement rolls himself and Marsham over, reversing the hold. All pressure transfers to Justin, who screams out in pain. Being much closer to his corner Fiscus reaches over the ropes and tags Marsham, stepping into the ring and dropping an elbow on the back of the unaware Rowans neck.

Daniels: Well that neck was hurt earlier by that german suplex. Look at Rowan...

Rowan rolls straight around Alan, still holding his neck and to tremendous applause tags Collum in in one swift movement.

Keenan: Well Alan is understandably upset at not getting his hands on the champ there, but Collum is back in, one's as good as the other Alan, get him

Alan and Eric start trading punches back and forth, Fiscus blocks one and lays a forearm to Collums jaw. He hooks Collums head and executes a fishermans suplex, keeping the leg locked

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Collum kicks out and raises quickly to his feet, skips through to the apron and turns back towards the ring, jumping to the top rope

Daniels: 720 DDT, that's a hell of an impressive move, Alan Fiscus is down, but Collum picks him straight back up and drags him by the head to his corner.

Masters: Buzzsaw's in... well he's supposed to me

Alan sinks down to his knees, still feeling the effects of the DDT as Buzzsaw, now tagged, drops from the apron to the outside, going under the ring and coming out with a table

Daniels: Here we go

The crowd roar as he slips the table under the ropes into the ring. He sets it up in the free corner closest to the ramp. Going back to the corner he picks up Fiscus and drapes him over his shoulder

Masters: I think we're going to see his signature running powerslam here

The Japanese fans feel it as they all get to their feet, cheering Buzzsaw on

???: DO NOT CHEER

Daniels: What the hell?

???: You worship a false idol. Stop cheering

Daniels: Is that... is that Jacob Mayhem?

Among the crowd is Jacob, Mic in hand, addressing the audience.

Jacob: I tell you now, this man has no respect for you, he doesn't even have respect for his family. I ask you, would you forsake your own child?

The fans fall strangely silent as Buzzsaw lets Alan drop from his shoulder, looking up to Mayhem, yelling

Jacob: That's right, his own child. Now you cheer a table, this is the same man who is turning his back on his hardcore ways. You know it, you can see it. Buzzsaw now stands in the main event, among champions. He makes a move for the World Title, he has forgotten about The Ultraviolent Title, a title i myself hold dear. I will not turn my back on you fans. Mayhem is hardcore and will forever be. Respect him not. Respect me... for i respect each and every one of you. Oh and Buzzsaw...

Buzzsaw is leaning over the ropes, still screaming, you can see him mouth shape the words ''What? What?''

Jacob: Look behind you

Buzzsaw turns straight into

Daniels: EYE OF RA!

Masters: Shit, when did he come round?

Jeran looks pumped up and angry in the middle of the ring, the now recovered Alan picks up Buzzsaw as Ra goes to the apron

Keenan: THE OVERTHROW... STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!

Alan drags Buzzsaws broken body from the wreckage and covers

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Daniels: NO, Collum breaks it up

Marsham and Hudson run into the ring and rush Collum, Rowan jumps to the turnbuckle and leaps off in a bodysplash to all three men, Collum taking the least of the impact and rolling to the outside. Rowan picks up Marsham and tackles him straight through the ropes, both men falling to the concrete below. Collum returns to the ring and runs at Alan and hits a running headscissors, sending him skidding to the outside. He gets back up and looks straight into the eyes of Jeran Hudson. Ra tilts his head, looking strangely at Collum

Daniels: He's not the only one that's shocked. If i could be a passenger in Hudson’s head right now...

Alan rolls back in and turns Collum, hitting a double arm DDT and rolls back over to Buzzsaw, covering

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Daniels: I can't believe it, Buzzsaw kicks out. Ra returns to the apron where Marsham is already waiting. Alan picks up Buzzsaw just as Rowan gets back to his corner, Collum is sluggishly crawling to his corner

Alan drags Buzzsaw to his corner and tags in Hudson. He jumps through the ropes and stiffly punches Buzzsaw in the stomach, he grabs him in a headlock and leads him to the center of the ring where he takes him up into a suplex, holding Buzzsaw in the air, letting all the blood rush to his head before finally falling back

Keenan: It takes a lot of strength and coordination to perform a stalling suplex like that

Masters: Jesus Jarred, i think he just made a relevant point

Keenan: Be quiet, you're half the man i am

Masters: That's because i stick to a healthy diet

Keenan: Y... i... shut up

Hudson returns to his feet and looks over his shoulder at the fallen Buzzsaw, he drops, twisting to face his foe and starts stalking his opponent as Buzzsaw struggles to get back to his feet

Daniels: Could be a second Eye of Ra for Buzzsaw here

Buzzsaw returns to his feet and turns as Hudson leaps

Masters: No, Buzzsaw pushes Ra off and sends him onto his back, Buzzsaw starts crawling over to his corner as the crowd start cheering him on, every inch. He gets closer and closer as Eddie Rowan reaches over the ropes to tag as soon as the opportunity arises. Buzzsaw reaches out

Daniels: TAG

Keenan: NO

Jeran grabs Buzzsaw around the waist

Daniels: Release German Suplex

Masters: Buzzsaw lands on his feet, and listen to this crowd, Hudson turns...

Daniels: ... gut kick... BUZZKILLER!

Buzzsaw scrambles and tags in Rowan as the fans explode once more. Fiscus and Marsham run into the ring and start clubbing Eddie to the ground. Collum runs in and takes Fiscus trading blows back and forth with him, Marsham stomps on Rowans back before going for his leg

Keenan: EXECUTIONERS SONG... ROWANS GOING TO TAP

Daniels: Marshams not the legal man, so it doesn't matter if he does

Buzzsaw, still hurting, runs in and clotheslines Marsham, making him let go of Rowans leg. Jeran gets tentatively back to his knees as Rowan rolls over to the ropes, holding his legs, which have taken quite a beating this match. Fiscus now has Collum on his shoulders and powerbombs Collum to the concrete outside

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

Daniels: Collums return might be short lived, Fiscus might have just broken his back!

Fiscus turns to find Buzzsaw lifting Marsham up for a brainbuster, Fiscus tackles Buzzsaw, sending both him and Marsham to the canvas, Marsham landing on his shoulder and rolling to the floor outside, holding it. Alan picks up Buzzsaw and throws him to the outside, following along. He goes to the announcers table

Masters: What are you doing?

Keenan: Shut up and let him get on with it, here Mr. Fiscus, i'll move my soda for you

Daniels: Sycophant

Alan pulls Buzzsaw up and onto the table, he then violently shoves Jarred Daniels from his chair and folds the chair up, lying it across Buzzsaws chest

Daniels: Ouch, jesus

Masters: Keenan, i'd move

Keenan and Masters duck for cover as Fiscus jumps to the guardrail, nearly losing balance. He steadies himself

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Daniels: STD! My god, STD, our desk is in ruins

Keenan: And so is Buzzsaw

Masters: And Fiscus, both men aren't going to be getting up from that any time soon

Daniels: That was brutal

Back inside Hudson has risen to his feet and is squaring off against the now vertical Rowan. They start trading blows back and forth, Hudson comes off better and backs Eddie into the ropes, he irish whips him to the opposite ropes and hits a clothesline on the return. He lifts Rowan straight back up into an inverted headlock... backbreaker. Eddie slips to the mat and Ra covers

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The champ kicks out and rolls to his knees, Hudson approaches him and grabs him by the back of the head to raise him. Eddie grabs the back of Jerans legs and swipes them from under him, mounting him and punching into his face. Blow after blow rains down on Hudson before he finally blocks and headbutts Rowan who falls back. Suddenly Marsham is back in the ring, assisting with Hudson to pick Eddie up, they hook his arms and raise him up for a double suplex. Eddie is high in the air when he shifts his weight down...

Daniels: Double DDT! Rowan just took both Hudson and Marsham out.

Eddie raises Marsham to his feet and signals to the fans

Masters: Here we go

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Masters: EVENFLOW!

Keenan: God damn it

Rowan is pumped up as the fans start chanting for him, he looks out over them and then points to Ra, the fans cheer louder as Ra is slowly getting to his feet. Rowan moves with Hudson, making sure Ra's back is always facing him... he runs in before Jeran has a chance to turn around

Daniels: ENDGAME it's all over

Masters: Well it would be if Eddie went for a cover, what is he doing?

Eddie looks out once more over the sea of people, his look uncompromising, he writes the letters C Z W invisibly in the air with his finger, the fans take up the chant straight away

CZW CZW CZW CZW

Eddie, under the umbrella of the fans chants raises to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He looks down at Jeran Hudson one last time before leaping

Daniels: ST. EDWARDS FALL ST. EDWARDS FALL ST. EDWARDS FALL

Masters: And NOW a cover

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Keenan: NOOOOOOO

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Daniels: YES!!!

Rowan stands from Jeran's once more lifeless body and leans over the ropes to be handed his World Heavyweight Championship. The fans roar as Rowan stands in the center of the ring, belt slung over his shoulder, as he looks around him at all the men, inside the ring and outside, knocked out

Daniels: The last man standing. He truly is a great Champion

Keenan: Well if it wasn't for Alan sacrificing himself to take out Buzzsaw, and Collum beating Hudson up before the match and that LUCKY shot Rowan got on Marsham this would have been the Renegades night... and you both know it

Masters: Sure, sure we do. But it doesn't matter as CZW stands tall at the end of this main event. Maybe Baines will see this loss as a way to bow out gracefully. The Renegades gave it a try, but CZW prevailed, as we always knew it would

Surprisingly, “Diamond Eyes” plays over the PA and GM Theresa Baines comes out onto the stage to a mixed reaction. Her expression is completely neutral as she addresses the competitors in the ring.

Baines: “Well fought, gentlemen, but this is FAR from over. In fact, I’m here to announce that at the next Pay-per-view, it will be CZW vs. the Renegades…with the main event being a 10 MAN ELIMINATION TAG MATCH! The competitors will be determined during the next couple weeks, but I will say now that the Renegades will be captained by ALAN FISCUS!!”

Suddenly, the Combat-Tron flickers to life to reveal CZW Chairman Derek Damage sitting at his desk, the Jackal standing at his side.

Damage: “A splendid idea, Baines! You’ve already proven exactly what your little band is capable of. In this case, I’ll make my choice right now for the man who will captain my team…the SAME man who sent Fiscus packing out of CZW! MY World Champion…EDDIE ROWAN!!”

Back in the ring, all six men look completely exhausted and both teams glare across the ring at each other.

Baines: “A good choice, Derek, but remember…this war is only just beginning! The Pay Per View is not about wins or losses…it’s not even about gold. It’s about ONE thing…RETRIBUTION! And Derek, you need to prepare yourself…for an EXTREME…INSURRECTION!!”

Daniels: “Insurrection?”

Keenan: “You DO know what that is, don’t you? That’s what this whole shindig IS! A violent uprising against authority! An insurrection against Damage’s tyranny!”

Baines and Derek have a proverbial stare-down as “Paint It, Black” by the Rolling Stones plays and an advertisement for the next CZW Pay-Per-View runs:

EXTREME INSURRECTION: RETRIBUTION

LIVE on Pay-Per-View

January 9th, 2011

Tokyo, Japan

CZW vs. THE RENEGADES