Daniels: HELLO folks at home, you join us here at the sold out live arena in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and as this extravaganza is about to begin, we have to ask ourselves, what is in store for us tonight?!

Masters: I’ll tell you what we have in store, we have tonight, the single biggest Tag Team event we have ever seen in the Combat Zone. 8 teams, 16 men, and if you look up, you will see the structure hanging above us in the air, it is called our Tag Team Asylum.

Daniels: It’s quite an ominous force hanging above our heads, it really is. We have more than that too, World Heavyweight Title is on the line, the war between XTC and Waters have reached new levels, and now Exiled have been made, who knows what could happen, that is our Main Event.

Masters: Just before that, we have maybe the most personal contest we have seen in CZW before, two guys who used to be friends, though Covey says he never liked Maynard, he only set up the Whole Damn Show for failure, Maynard O’Toole wants revenge, though I doubt he is going to get it. He lost his first Toole Shed match, this is just the same but also a Last Man Standing Match.

Daniels: Well that is not for us to say William, Maynard is hyped up for this contest and it could go either way, one thing we do have though is EMT’s and lots of them in the back. Wait, something already is happening, what is this on the Combat-Tron?!

The screeching of car brakes is the precursor to a shiny black Lexus skidding into the underground car park beneath the Sioux Falls Arena. It pulls confidently into an empty section of the car park and moments later a security vehicle in seen following, pulling up just alongside the Lexus. Four burly security guards, each armed with what looks like pistols and a baton exit the car and proceed over to the Lexus, opening the front passenger seat. As they open the passenger seat, none other than Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson steps out of the vehicle. struggling slightly as his left arm in trapped in a sling.

The roar of boos and cheers fill the arena, most likely cheers at the fact Karl Jackson has not been seen in a CZW arena since that tragic hit and run incident back at Road to Glory 2, boos at the fact that he is back in a CZW arena once more.

Masters: Wow, I had heard he was coming back... but I felt I should reserve my excitement until I actually saw him in person. This is a great day for CZW!!!

Daniels: Well I don't know about that, but its good to see him back on his feet. He may be an imbecile, but nobody deserves to be run down and left he was just over a month ago.

Masters: If anyone is an imbecile it is you Jarred. The Jackal is back... and he looks ready to find out who ran him down. You'd better hide Jarred, you know your one of the main suspects.

Daniels: We've been here before William, I told you and you know, I was sitting beside you when this whole thing unfolded.

As the Jackal walks to the ring he is dressed in a smart charcoal gray suit with a deep blue shirt and tie. His right arm is held in a sling and he has a large yellow and fading bruise on the right side of his head. His piercing blue eyes look focused as he approaches the arena, surrounded by the four armed security guards, each taking a position of two in front and two behind.

Daniels: Well interesting scenes early on here in the Combat Zone, we will see what ensues with that situation later on, but first, I guess it’s time for our first contest of the night.

Masters: Yeah, you got a ladder, you got a damsel in distress, not only that, but she is hanging from a cage 20 feet in the air, then you got an Emo and a psycho clown, who says CZW Doesn’t have it all!

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-=- TATUM IN A CAGE TLC MATCH -=-
“The Emo Prince” JACOB HAVOK vs. Mr. KILJOY

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Daniels: It is now time for our opening contest here on No Remorse II, this is the possible culmination of a series of events over the past few months. It all started when The Next Generation started feuding with Beautiful Agony, after a few weeks of this, Killjoy decided to KIDNAP Lauren and Tatum Regan, and revealed himself to be in league with The Next Generation. But due to internal struggles Timmons and Wright took a back seat as the deranged Killjoy continued to get his kicks from holding the two women hostage.

Masters: Be fair, he let one go

Daniels: Only after first hurting her. But anyway, he did let Lauren go, and tonight we see Beautiful Agony get a chance to ‘’win’’ back Tatum. Mr. Killjoy gave a challenge to any member of Beautiful Agony and ‘’The Emo Prince’’ Jacob Havok stepped up to the mark to win back Tatum and put Killjoy to rest.

Masters: We’ll see, I don’t think Killjoy will go down easy though, and he usually has a few tricks up his sleeve

Daniels: Wait, here we go…

The twisted sound of Marilyn Manson’s ‘Sweet Dreams’ starts to blast through the speakers and Killjoy appears from behind the curtain, dragging a frightened looking Tatum by the arm, obviously against her will. In his other hand he has a small box with a large red button on it. He smiles and presses the button, releasing a flurry of fireworks from the ring posts while, from the rafters, a right iron cage drops slowly to the centre of the ring, its accent matching Killjoys as he drags Tatum down the ramp, so, when they are at the bottom the cage finally clanks down on the canvas.

Daniels: And there it is, Tatum Regan’s prison for the remainder of this match, now Killjoy has flung the door open and pushed the delicate Tatum inside

Masters: Look, if you ask me, Tatum should stop complaining, she is a beautiful and talented lady, she could go far in the Vixens division with a star like Killjoy to lead her.

Daniels: You have to admit, this isn’t exactly the best way to promote a business opportunity, is it? But the cage is starting to raise again after another push from Killjoys button, and we can see the small hook now underneath the cage which Killjoy is now attaching that key he just locked the bars with. The cage is now around twelve feet above the ring, swaying precariously

Daniels: That cage doesn’t look safe at all

Masters: It’s fine, do you really think that Killjoy would use cheap props?

Daniels: Yes… Yes I do!

Masters: Well you’re wrong, sure, it’s swaying a bit, but it’s solid. Well listen to these boos from the crowd as Havoks theme starts to play

Daniels: I can’t hear any boos Masters, only an overwhelming cheer directed at the Emo Prince as he steps out onto the ramp

Havok takes a few seconds to signal the fans before starting a dead run to the ring, sliding underneath the ropes and flying straight for Killjoy with a flying crossbody, taking the clown down as the fans erupt

Daniels: And Havok wasting NO time in laying in to Killjoys face with some vicious lefts, Killjoy trying to fend the enraged Havok off, which he finally does, and rolls to the outside. Looks like he doesn’t want to face the wrath of Jakob Havok

Masters: Not at all, I bet that Havok just spit in Killjoys eye, and Killjoy just needs to time to wipe the disgusting mucus away

Killjoy looks at Havok on the inside, then turns to pick up one of the sets of ladders waiting on the outside, and turns back round…

Daniels: Straight into a suicide dive from Jakob!

Masters: The crowd are on their feet, making sure that Killjoy is okay

Daniels: Making sure he’s hurt more like, and in recognition of that beautifully performed manoeuvre

Havok gets straight back to his feet and grabs one of the ladders, wasting no time in heading back in and setting it up under the cage and key

Daniels: Havok scaling that ladder and reaching for that key…

Masters: HA! Killjoy grabbing Havoks ankle and dragging him back, I knew he wasn’t hurt

Daniels: He is certainly more resilient than I gave him credit for

Killjoy begins throwing lefts and rights, backing Havok into the corner, he then applies a forearm to Havoks throat and starts to choke him.

Daniels: C’Mon ref, break it up

Masters: How many times Jarred, there are no rules here

Daniels: I know, but still, he can’t breath

Havok, after struggling finally connects with a kick to Killjoys groin, sending Killjoy to the mat and Havok reeling, trying to get some breath back. After a few seconds Havok runs to the ropes and springboards off into a legdrop, getting the fans cheering again. He is up once more and moves to the ladders, but instead of climbing them he folds them and moves towards the downed clown

Masters: What’s he planning? This isn’t right, this isn’t even Havoks fight

Daniels: It is, he is as much a part of Beautiful Agony as Tatum and Monroe, and he stepped up to get her back, and right now, he seems to have been the best choice.

Havok has set the ladder up in the corner and raised Killjoy from his position on the mat. He slings Killjoy towards the ladder, but Killjoy sees whats ahead and puts on the brakes, laughing as he turns

Daniels: Havok with a crossbody!

Masters: Killjoy sidesteps!

Jakob goes in HARD on the steps and slides to the canvas holding his ribs as the impact causes the ladders to fall on top of him. Killjoy sees the opportunity and goes to the top turnbuckle as the crowd boo his every action. Once there he comes off in a huge legdrop SMASHING the ladders onto Havoks back while Killjoy himself rolls on the canvas holding his tailbone

Daniels: Horrendous impact, and Killjoy didn’t come off too well either, not a smart move

Masters: What do you mean? He is proving that he will do anything to retain the services of the lovely Tatum, speaking of whom, you can see if shaking the cage right now, obviously worried about Killjoy, I knew she’d come around

Daniels: I think it’s more likely she is worried about Havok, but I’M more worried about her shaking that cage, it really does not look safe

Masters: Oh, stop with the paranoia and watch this classic unfolding, look, Mr. Killjoy is back to his feet already, he’s such a trooper

Killjoy is indeed back to his feet and takes the ladders from the unmoving Havok, lifting his foe and sending him in an irish whip towards the ropes, Havok comes back and Killjoy moves in with a clothesline…

Daniels: DUCKED! And Jakob pulls out a hurricanrana, sending Killjoy flying to the outside.

The crowd are cheering as Jakob groggily reaches for the ladders and lifts them into position

The crowd are in their element as he begins to slowly scale the ladder

The crowd are on their feet cheering as he reaches and takes the key from the hook

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Daniels: JESUS CHRIST!

Every cheer turns to a scream in the arena as every fan, shocked, looks to the scene in the ring

Daniels: Oh God, what just happened

Masters: I think that’s obvious, and E.M.Ts are rushing down the ramp

The scene in the ring is one of chaos, Jakob Havok is lying in the ring… with the CAGE on top of him, as he reached up and pulled the key down a few moments before the cell fell, crushing both Jakob and the ladders under its weight

Daniels: I can’t believe what I’m seeing, and Tatum is literally screaming the arena down… wait, there’s Killjoy, what the hell is he doing?

Masters: Taking advantage it seems, it’s amazing in the light of this tragedy how that man has kept a rational head

Daniels: This is just sick, he’s taking the key that has fallen and is walking to the cage, opening the door. He’s grabbed Tatum and… I don’t believe it… he’s telling the ref to ring the bell!

Masters: Good thinking, I mean, it can’t possibly continue under these circumstances, what a gentleman

Daniels: You know, you make me almost as sick as Killjoy, and the ref reluctantly calls for the bell, making Killjoy the official winner, and he’s dragging Tatum through the crowd

Brian Blaze, Mike Monroe, Brian Kirkland and Mike King all rush the ring, helping the E.M.Ts to lift the cage from Havok

Daniels: I told you that wasn’t safe, I can’t believe that this opening bout has ended in such tragedy

The E.M.Ts have now strapped the completely unmoving Havok to a medi-board and moved that to a gurney, Beautiful Agony staying by his side with worried and anxious looks on their faces as he get’s wheeled to the back and the statutory ambulance, present at all CZW events

Daniels: What an abrupt end to that match, and what a tragedy for that young star, Jacob Havok. Question is though, was that cage falling a freak occurrence, or was it something more sinister… I mean, you don’t think….?

Masters: Killjoy… no, he fought like a man, no way he would have set that up, it’s just a freak accident

Suddenly the Combatron flickers to life, the scene is hard to make out and is very dark it’s what looks to be a rundown warehouse with a hazy mist circulating around. A figure emerges from the shadows with his head pointed down and face concealed by a black towel. He is breathing heavily and lets out a small chuckle before he begins to speak.

Shrapnel: Finally I have a chance to introduce myself... for I have been waiting in the wings for long enough....watching....observing and measuring the competition that lies before me. The calmness that typically emanates before a storm is about to pass and a darkness so full bloodied it makes Lucifer himself look like a choir boy is unleashed

He laughs

Shrapnel. None of you will know me and to be honest I don’t care for in the next few weeks you will witness the birth of my legacy within combat zone wrestling. I have come here after years of incarceration...mental!... and physical torture. You see I’m not a very nice person and have committed terrible acts within my short time in this cold and callous world. These acts were justified and for years I sat back and let people supposedly close to me abuse and take advantage of my previously weak character. For years I was tortured by my so called parents kept away from school and from my friends because in their eyes society was "evil" and the only people who could be trusted to kept me on a righteous path was them.....those fundamentalist freaks rotten and burned corpses are long decomposed after i burned them alive in their beds while they slept

He begins to laugh again this time more maniacally.

Shrapnel: You see one day I snapped...something in my head exploded..a ticking timebomb that had been manifesting itself for years finally boiled over to the point of breaking. I was locked up in an institution for 10 years...10 YEARS!!...for what!? doing something that had to be done!?.

His breathing becomes heavier and starts to look more and more agitated.

Shrapnel: 10 years of further torture by fellow inmates....beatings...stabbings...you name it I’ve had it...but I fought back you see. I learnt to fight...defend myself...finally I found something I was good at.…

He looks up at the camera his face still concealed by the cloth. He rips off the towel and throws to the ground revealing his face for the first time. It is heavily scarred with slash marks and what look to be burns

Shrapnel: DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO TAKES NO FOR ANSWER!.....my "punishment" is over and I’ve come to CZW to prove myself and begin to right the wrongs that have plagued my shell hole of a life. Starting next week you will witness the dawning of a new era within CZW for i haven’t come here to f**k around and make up the numbers I’ve come here to win belts and TO PROVE! I have what it takes to be a champion....I don’t like to lose and i don’t care who I have to destroy to do so.....the time for talking is over...next week I make my debut and boo me or cheer...your opinion means nothing to me...I WILL get what i want

He mimic’s a kiss with his lips and starts to laugh maniacally again before staring intently into the camera...the combatron flickers and goes black

Daniels: Who the hell was that?

Masters: Weren’t you listening? His name is Shrapnel, and he’s coming.. I’m excited

Daniels: You would be, but it seems that the interruption of the scary looking Shrapnel has taken some of the crowds mind of the horrendous tragedy that just took place. Do you think HE had anything to do with what happened?

Masters: Well you never know, I still think it was a freak accident and you have just let your conspiracy theory mad mind run amuck

Daniels: Well, I hope that’s the case, either way, we will have to move on, and leave this disturbing team, and the disturbing looking Shrapnel as we move on with the night, after Killjoy ‘’winning’’ the match, and escaping once more with Tatum Regan

Masters: Oh stop being so miserable Jarred, I mean up next…I can hardly control myself…DIVAS BATTLE ROYAL!

*****-----*****

-=- FOUR WAY VIXEN ELIMINATION BATTLE ROYAL -=-
(Winner faces Sirena Starr for the Vixen Title)
ASHLEY MURPHY vs. DEBRA LOPEZ vs. KAREN EVANS vs. LEAH KIMARA

*****-----*****

Daniels: Our next match tonight is of great importance as we prepare for the return of the Women's division, William.

Masters: I have been waiting for this day since the division closed back in late January. I can't wait to see these girls get down and dirty here tonight!

DANIELS: A 4 diva elimination battle royal to determine which of these four women will have the opportunity in facing Sirena for the Diva's title. And one woman who is determined to get that chance is none other than Debra Lopez, William. Since her return, she's been hell-bent on getting what she says was taken from her. And she'll get that opportunity here tonight.

MASTERS: You're right, Jarred. But we can't forget about the biggest name that pops out in this match. None other than CZW's last Queen of Combat Leah Kimara. This young woman has developed into this company's elite diva and she'll have the chance to retake that reputation here tonight.

DANIELS: Well lets not waste anymore time here, William. This match looks like it's ready to begin.

"Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence plays over the loud speakers as Ashley walks out to a chorus of boos.

TOWERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a 4 diva elimination battle royal and it is to determine the last spot in the Championship match against Sirena Starr. The only way to be eliminated from this match is if the diva is thrown out of the ring with both feet on the floor. The last remaining diva in the ring will be declared the winner. Introducing first, making her way to the ring and making her CZW debut. From Portland, Maine. Ashley Murphy!

Ashley slides in the ring and takes to her corner as she starts warming up. Without any delay, "Why you wanna bring me down" by Kelly Clarkson follows soon as another chorus of boos begin to rain down on the newcomer. Out walks Karen Evans on stage as she rolls her eyes in disgust.

TOWERS: And her opponent. Making her CZW debut from Algoma, Mississippi. Karen Evans!

Karen quickly strides towards the ring. Taking her time up the stairs and through the ropes as she ignores Ashley while taking to her corner. The loud music soon fades and is soon followed by another loud noise. The chants of "Debra" echoing through out the arena.

DANIELS: I guess we know who the crowd is going for here tonight, William. An amazing ovation for the former Queen of combat.

The lights go out as "Ain't it funny" by Jennifer Lopez blasts through the speakers sending everyone on their feet in cheers. Out walks Debra with a determined look in her eyes as she walks down the ramp.

TOWERS: And their opponent. From North Carolina, "Ms. Sexy Thong" Debra Lopez!!!

Debra immediately slides in the ring sending Karen and Ashley sliding out of the ring without hesitation. The cheers continue as Debra raises her arms in the air. The music dies down but the chants continue as Ashley and Karen eventually get back to their corners while being stared down by the determined Lopez. The lights go out yet again and is replaced by pink and baby blue strobe of lights as "Ricochet!" by Shiny Toy Guns blasts through the arena. The arena crowd give an immediate mixture of reactions as Leah Kimara walks out.

MASTERS: And there she is, Jarred!! Our last Queen of Combat!! Lady Kimara is back to get what's rightfully hers!!

DANIELS: Not if Debra Lopez has anything to say about it. That's for sure. I can't even imagine what is going through Debra's head right now as she sees her nemesis walk down the ramp and toward the ring. Remember, Leah Kimara was not even in the talks of coming back two weeks ago. And now she returns to a CZW ring to get back what she says "was taken from her".

TOWERS: And their opponent. From Houston, Texas. "The Dominant Diva" Leah Kimara!!!

Leah jumps up on the apron as she sets her focus on none other than Debra Lopez. An evil smirk appears on her face as she steps into the ring and takes her corner.

DANIELS: Debra Lopez refusing to take her eyes off of the woman who took the Queen of Combat title away from her.

MASTERS: Leah Kimara is not one to be intimidated by Debra Lopez. Remember Jarred, Leah's beaten Lopez three times. In a row.

DANIELS: That may be true William, but something tells me that we're going to have a different outcome here tonight. We'll just have to wait and see.

MASTERS: Looks like we're ready to get this match started!!

The ref signals for the bell as the match begins! And without warning Debra, Ashley, and Karen immediately go for Leah Kimara! All three women are throwing punches at Kimara as she tries block them with her arms.

DANIELS: It looks like all three women are on the same mindset to get Kimara out of this match early!!

MASTERS: It's smart when you really think it through, Jarred. These women know just how dominant Leah is if you give her room to operate. And it looks like they aren't taking any chances here tonight.

Debra signals to Ashley and Karen to throw Kimara over the ropes. But it looks as though Karen isn't taking kindly to being ordered around. She pushes Lopez as she stumbles back. Lopez retaliates by sending Evans to the mat with a takedown slamming her head on the canvas repeatedly.

DANIELS: Well it looks as though these three ladies weren't able to coexist long enough to get the job done as Debra is now beating the holy mess out of Karen Evans right now!

MASTERS: God I miss this.

Distracted by the catfight going on behind her, Ashley takes her eyes off of Kimara and pays for it with a cheapshot back rake. Ashley stumbles around and gets hit with a devastating bulldog by Leah. She buys the time to shake off the cobwebs and goes back to Murphy. Meanwhile Debra and Karen have taken their fight on the other side of the ring trading punches back and forth. Debra counters Karen's shot and sends a hard slap to the chest of Evans sending a roar through the audience. Debra goes to Irish Whip Evans but Karen counters with a clothesline!

DANIELS: Nice counter there by Karen Evans taking down the former champ!

Leah stands up Ashley and begins to lift her leg up in an attempt to send her over the ropes but Ashley is fighting for dear life as she holds on to the ropes. Karen turns around and sees Leah's efforts and quickly goes over to Kimara and attempts to take advantage of the situation.

MASTERS: And Evans goes straight for Kimara trying to send both women out of the ring!

DANIELS: I think Leah is holding on to Murphy's leg for support, William! One quick slip and Leah and Ashley are finished!

Debra shakes the cobwebs and sees the commotion across the ring and wastes no time in helping. She sets her eyes straight on Leah and charges without any thought. She runs straight for Leah but Kimara sees this and immediately jumps out of the ring!

DANIELS: SHE ELIMINATED HERSELF, WILLIAM!! LEAH KIMARA JUST ELIMINATED HERSELF!!

The crowd begins to cheer but is quickly interrupted by the refs actions who are pointing at Kimara's leg.

MASTERS: Look, Jarred! She's standing on one leg!! Do you believe this?!? She's not eliminated!

DANIELS: I'll be damned. That damn Kimara is at it again. She's taking advantage of the rules that state that both feet need to be planted on the ground in order to be eliminated.

MASTERS: Technically she can stand out their all day on one foot and not be eliminated, Jarred! Sexy and smart! It can't get any better than that.

DANIELS: Leah Kimara is killing the integrity of this match with her actions here tonight. And it sickens me to the core.

MASTERS: It depends on how you look at it, Jarred. Some might say that what she's doing is cowardice. But when you think about it, it's pure genius.

Debra stares at Leah as she smiles back at Lopez with a raised eyebrow taunting Debra.

MASTERS: I think Debra has had enough of Leah's mind games, Jarred.

Debra sees Karen attempting to throw Ashley over and wastes no time in attacking Karen. Debra takes Karen by the hair and kicks her in the midsection and sets her up in a powerbomb position lifting her up and follows it with a quick slam to the mat!

DANIELS: Debra Lopez with a quick "Breastinator" there as she picks up the lifeless Evans and throws her over the ropes!!

TOWERS: Karen Evans has been eliminated!

MASTERS: It's down to three girls now, Jarred! Debra, Ashley, and the crafty Leah Kimara.

Ashley untangles herself from the ropes and runs straight for Debra attempting to take advantage of the situation! Debra sees Murphy running straight for her and tries to get out of the way but is too late as she sends Lopez down with a quick spear!

DANIELS: Ouch! Murphy showing her dominance over the former champion with that hard spear. Murphy wasting no time in picking up Debra.

Murphy stands Lopez up on her feet. She kicks Debra in the midsection and hooks her leg while in a suplex'd position.

MASTERS: Murphy attempting to put Debra away for good here with the "The Heart Stopper"!!!

DANIELS: Wait!! Debra reverses it with a kick to the groin!!

MASTERS: Now that was uncalled for!!

Debra sends a hard slap straight to the face of Ashley and Irish whips her to the ropes but before Murphy can bounce back, Debra clotheslines Ashley out of the ring eliminating her!

TOWERS: Ashley Murphy has been eliminated!

DANIELS: Debra showing her dominance here quickly as she eliminates her second opponent so far!

MASTERS: But wait. Let's not forget who's left, Jarred. DANIELS: Right. Leah Kimara. And speaking of which, here she comes back in the ring to take advantage of the situation.

MASTERS: Too late. Debra has already got her eyes set on Kimara's. And she doesn't look too happy, Jarred.

DANIELS: Can you blame her, William? Leah practically sat out, or should I say stood out, almost this entire match and watched Debra do all of the work!

Leah motions to Debra to bring it as Lopez sends a snicker towards Kimara's direction and nods her head in preparation.

DANIELS: This is going to get ugly real soon. And the whole arena is standing on their feet in anticipation of what will soon unfold.

MASTERS: These fans have been waiting for the day of when these two would meet again in the squared circle. And they're going to get their wish here tonight. And it begins!

DANIELS: Leah going straight to Debra with a fury of punches!

Debra counters the punches with a knee to the gut. And Lopez has now taken over momentum with a quick headlock. Leah pushes her against the ropes trying to get a bit of leverage and it works, as Debra quickly lets go of the hold but doesn't end with the attack as she jumps up and connects with a devastating wheel kick to the skull of Kimara!!

DANIELS: You could hear that shot from here! What a kick!

MASTERS: Debra just eating Leah's lunch in this match. She is bullying Kimara!

DANIELS: Debra has taken over the momentum and has taken over this match with superiority!

Lopez wastes no time in regaining her stamina and goes straight for more as she picks up the groggy Kimara and Irish whips her to the turnbuckle. Lopez gives out a shout to the crowd as the crowd cheers back and begins her run towards Leah. Debra leaps in the air attempting a corner splash and is met with pure turnbuckle! Leah quickly getting out of the way just in the nick of time! Kimara falls to her knees trying to regain her composure as Debra grabs her side and winces in pain.

DANIELS: These two ladies are putting themselves through hell trying to destroy each other.

MASTERS: This rivalry wont end until one of them is left for dead. And it looks as though both women here tonight are putting their bodies on the line to prove that one is better than the other.

Debra comes back to full strength and walks over towards Leah who is still in a bit of pain. She picks up Kimara and kicks her in the midsection and lifts her up over her shoulders in a military press!

DANIELS: Lopez showing her brute strength here tonight. Lifting Kimara above her head and showing this audience that she indeed is the strongest!

MASTERS: She's wasting valuable time here, Jarred! She could be throwing her out of the ring but instead she's playing to the crowd!!

Kimara takes advantage slips out of the press, hooking Lopez' arms and going for an unprettier type move. Debra soon counters out and goes for a quick DDT but Leah counters again with a leg sweep!

DANIELS: These ladies are showing their sharp technical side here with these reversals and counters. They are truly the best that this division has to offer!

Leah stands on top of Debra's laid out body and performs a standing moonsault!

MASTERS: What a move by Leah!

Kimara gets up again and lifts up Lopez signaling towards the outside of the ropes.

DANIELS: Looks like Kimara is ready to end this fight right now!

Leah Irish whips Debra towards the ropes but Debra counters! Sending Kimara towards the ropes, Leah bounces back as Lopez attempts the same clothesline that put Murphy out of the match but Kimara ducks and sends a thunderous kick to the back of Debra's head!!

DANIELS: Oh my!! What a kick.

MASTERS: Is that even legal!!??

DANIELS: There are no rules in this match other than getting your opponent out of the ring with both feet on the floor. But what a kick by Kimara!

Debra falls to the canvas and attempts to get back up slowly. Leah looks around at the audience as crowd begins to anticipate what is coming next.

MASTERS: I think these people know what's coming.

DANIELS: I think Leah is looking for an EYE OF RA here tonight. She's falling to the canvas in stalking position just like her psycho boyfriend. The shades of Jeran Hudson are here tonight.

MASTERS: This has got bad news written all over it, Jarred.

Leah licks her lips begging for Debra to get up. But before Debra gets on all fours, Leah stands up and breaks her focus walking over to Debra and standing over her.

DANIELS: What the hell is this? I thought she was going for an EYE OF-

MASTERS: OH MY GOD!!!

Leah thrusts her heel with full force straight to the back of Debra's head making her face meet the canvas with a thunderous roar of the mat!!

DANIELS: Leah Kimara has just...just laid out Debra in what seems to be...was that a-

MASTERS: A curbstomp!!! She calls that Crystalline!

DANIELS: I don't care what the hell she calls it. That was hard to watch.

MASTERS: And Debra's face now showing the aftermath of such a move. Just look at that blood trickling down from her nose! It could be broken!

Leah swings her hair behind her shoulders and rolls Debra's unconscious body towards the ropes and kicks her out of the ring.

DANIELS: And that's gonna do it.

TOWERS: Debra Lopez has been eliminated!

"Ricochet!" by Shiny Toy Guns plays over the arena speakers as Leah remains still, keeping her eyes on Debra refusing to raise her arms in victory.

MASTERS: Somethings will never change. And I guess that saying is never more truer than tonight. Debra did everything right here tonight.

DANIELS: Yeah, but that damn Leah Kimara has ruined another perfectly good match here tonight with her cheating ways.

MASTERS: Hey I wont argue with you there. But you can't deny the fact that what Leah did was not only smart of her. But now she can focus on the big picture. And that is regaining her title.

DANIELS: She has one more person to go through to get back her title though. And it wont be an easy task to defeat Sirena Starr. That I can assure you.

MASTERS: Oh come on Jarred, did you forget that Leah already has a victory over Sirena in that inter-gender tag match a month ago?

DANIELS: No, I haven't. But you have to admit that Sirena is just as focused as Kimara is.

MASTERS: I don't know about that. Just look at Kimara's eyes, Jarred. She's yet to take them off of Debra. She made a promise to end this feud once and for all, I don't know if it's over but it damn sure looks like it right now.

DANIELS: Leah Kimara getting a victory here tonight and a spot to face Sirena Starr. Which of those two women will become the next champion?

MASTERS: That's going to be one hell of a match, Jarred. I can't wait.

*****-----*****

The scene opens with Ryan Lewis backstage at the Sioux Falls Arena, he is approaching a door which is looking to be guarded by two of the four security personnel that were seen earlier accompanying the Jackal. As he gets closer the name plaque reveals it is the office of Jesse Montana. As Ryan moves closer and places his hand towards the door one of the security personnel moves himself between Ryan and the door.

Security Guard: I'm sorry... you can't go in there.

Ryan Lewis laughs and holds out his right hand as his left hand holds onto the CZW microphone.

Ryan Lewis: It's okay big guy, I'm Ryan Lewis... CZW interviewer. I just wanted to have a word with Mr. Montana regarding the return of the Jackal here tonight. So if you could just...

Security Guard: I said you cannot go in there!

The security man talks more sternly and places his hand on his baton as if he is about to get it out! Ryan Lewis stands for a moment then places his hands up...

Ryan Lewis: That’s okay, I understand... I guess I can come back later.

Ryan Lewis turns around to the camera...

Ryan Lewis: Well I'm not going to get into Jesse Montana's office at this time, these guys have made sure of that. One can only assume that Karl Jackson is already inside and plans are being made... or maybe investigations underway as to the identity of who ran down the Jackal. Will we here from the Jackal tonight... I guess only time will tell. Back to you two...

Daniels: Thank you Ryan, and yes Karl seems to have brought his cavalry here tonight, last month we saw him get brutally and viciously mauled down, this time he is not going to let that happen.

Masters: Is it just me or did Ryan Lewis happen to have a few teeth missing?

Daniels: Yeah, he told me earlier he fell down a flight of stairs.

Masters: Good. And yes, how dare he try and disturb a meeting between Montana and the Jackal, this investigation is at it’s high point now, I can feel they are so close to the culprit, and I know I blame you Jarred, but I Haven’t ruled out that bloody slug, Ryan Lewis.

Daniels: You should be careful with those accusations William, you could land yourself in trouble.

Masters: Is that a threat. Did you just threaten me there you bloody swine. I have every reason to go and tell Mr. Montana about this yo-

Daniels: Oh please. Lets move on with the show, next up, TELEVISION TITLE LADDER MATCH!

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-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION TITLE LADDER MATCH -=-
“Real Deal” ROB WRIGHT vs. “Mr. Entertainment” BRIAN BLAZE ©

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The thousands of fans on hand for CzW's pay-per-view, No Remorse II are mostly all on their feet and loud enough to hear in Minnesota following the stunning conclusion of the last match. The program has just come back from a short sponsor break, and televisions at home are greeted by the image of Jarred Daniels and William Masters at ringside for commentary...

-Jarred Daniels-
"Welcome back everyone to CzW's second installment of No Remorse, live in front of a sold out crowd in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. We have just witnessed one of the most excited divas matchups in CzW history, as the fans here in the building allude to."

-William Masters-
"Yes Jarred; I as well am truly glad the women's division is back in the CzW. One can get very tired of staring at nearly nude men for a living."

-Jarred Daniels-
"I understand your situation, Masters. Regardless of your insecurities, it is time for us to prepare for the next matchup."

[The cameras pan out and show 8 men in black shirts that read 'STAFF' walking down the the ring area, each with a ladder in hand. The ladders range in length from 4ft, all the way to an extra long 20 ft ladder. As the men approach the ring and situate the ladders in various locations in the ring as well as at ringside, the camera then switches to a view of a golden prize which hangs high above the center of the ring; drifting ever so slightly with each touch of air to its surface. Cameras return once again to Daniels and Masters at the commentators table...]

-Jarred Daniels-
"Like they say, folks; a picture is worth a thousand words, but video is worth a million. It may be hard for one to sum up the fued between the two participants of this ladder match in a million words, but once again for these competitors, there is no need to. We once again revert to the use of video to explain exactly where we are."

[Televisions cut to a nearly silent collection of slow scrolling pictures of Brian Blaze and Rob Wright together, mostly in cordial situations. Soon after though, 'Now You've Got Something to Die For' by Lamb of God comes over the video, which now features many action shots between the two men in the heat of battle. This part of the video highlights the feud between their two respective stables as well; Beautiful Agony and The Next Generation. The last two images are the joyous occasion for Brian Blaze as he was given the T.V. Title to begin his second reign by the now-retired Ronnie McNeil, followed by Rob Wright's surprising visit soon after Ronnie walked away forever. The last image stays on the screen for quite some time as the song in the video finishes out. Rob is staring down Brian Blaze and his belt from the ramp while Brian is in the ring. Wright's eyes are filled with scorn and hatred; Brian's with a worried sense of determination. The last words come through with the most power...'NOW YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO DIE FOR!'...]

[Cameras return to the arena once again as the thousands in attendance are screaming at the tops of their lungs in anticipation for the next match. The vision of the T.V. Title Belt high above the center of the ring is shown once more, before cameras focus in on the beauty below the belt with the microphone in her hand; Jessica Towers...]

-Jessica Towers-
"The following match is a ladder match for the CZW Television Title. There is no pinfall, no submission. The first competitor to climb high enough to retrieve the T.V. Title Belt twenty feet above me will win the match and the T.V. Title. Announcing first, the challenger;

Rob Wright wastes no time in making his way out from the back and to the ring. He inspects the ladder in the process, heeding none of the fans as they unite in a chorus of boos. The man who is the self-proclaimed Real Deal leaps up onto the ring apron and steps into the ring. He looks ready to take the belt from Blaze. Determination burns in his eyes as he looks upwards and to championship.

Jarred Daniels: “This next match has been building for weeks now and we are finally going to see it.”

William Masters: “Brian Blaze has really gone soft. I’m just disappointed in what he has been doing and saying about everything. I think Rob has emerged as the better performer. Look at his eagerness to win. He truly is The Real Deal and we’ll find out why tonight.”

Jarred Daniels: “Well – I have to disagree, but that’s fine. Now, here we’ll see the champ. Brian Blaze has put together some amazing contests and this one should not disappoint. He is Mr. Entertainment after all.”

Absent from Blaze’s waist is the Television Championship. It continues to hang above the ring. “Let Me Entertain You” hits the speakers and Blaze emerges to a loud fan reaction. He proceeds down the ramp way and to the ring, completely bypassing the ladder, and slaps hands with a series of the fans at ringside.

William Masters: “That man is going to win this match. Look at him!”

Jarred Daniels: “Well, he is the champ.”

William Masters: “No, the other one! Rob Wright!”

Soon, the ring will become a war zone. The ladder standing on the outside in the upright position promises that this match will contain hard-core elements. The two performers pitted against one another wish to win so badly that this match is guaranteed to be well worth the price of admission alone.

Jarred Daniels: “I don’t think this will be just about Rob Wright wanting to win that championship. Brian Blaze called Wright and his tag team partner, Tim Timmons, a number of things over the past few weeks. In fact, last week, he referred to their formation as an absolute joke. I’m thinking that Wright would like some redemption.”

Redemption would happen soon. Blaze slides into the ring and, before he can get to his feet, Rob assails him. He puts repeated boots to Blaze’s upper torso, preventing him from getting to his feet immediately. The bell rings, signaled by referee, and the match is officially under-way. Boot after boot is driven into Blaze; however, he resists and climbs to a vertical base.

Jarred Daniels: “Blaze blocks a shot. There’s one for Rob! NO! He blocks and sends Blaze to the ropes.”

Blaze hooks the ropes and stops his return causing Rob to misjudge his arrival. He telegraphs a back body drop and is unable to complete a move. Mr. Entertainment responds by rushing Rob and forcing him to the canvas with a spinning heel kick. The foot scores! Regardless, both are soon to their feet once more and another barrage of fists ensues.

William Masters: “Blaze is sent to the ropes again, but Rob is certain to follow. He hits Blaze with a clothesline and—WOAH!”

Jarred Daniels: “NO! No clothesline, Rob Wright with a front face chancery! He goes for a DDT, but Blaze counters. Northern Lights Suplex! NO! Rob snags the top rope and lands that DDT. That was a hard blow and I’d be surprised if Blaze didn’t get a concussion from that!”

William Masters: “Get the ladder! Ladder!”

Rather than go for the ladder, Rob descends on Blaze and secures a side head-lock. He grinds his forearm into the side of Blaze’s neck and seeks to cut off the air flow. It is a good method, but Blaze will have none of that so early in the match. Fighting up to a vertical base, Blaze pushes Rob off and to the turnbuckle! Wright collides and bounces off and into Blaze’s grasps, cinching in a rear waist lock.

William Masters: “That’s unfair!”

Jarred Daniels: “Unfair? Blaze is a Mr. Entertainment. You should expect him to be performing like this! German Suplex attempt, but Wright is fully aware of where he is. He blocks and sends a back elbow into Blaze’s head. NO! Blaze ducks down and Wright spins!”

William Masters: “NO! Dragon Screw Leg Whip! Blaze had to have just ripped Wright’s ACL in half!”

Fluid and with malicious intention, Blaze drags Rob over to the side of the ring and lays his leg across the bottom rope. Using the ropes, Blaze launches himself up and then drops a knee across the interior of Rob’ outstretched leg. The result is pain – visibly etched across Wright’s countenance. He goes for another knee drop and scores once again!

Jarred Daniels: “That’s pain! Blaze is doing exactly what he should be doing. He’s going to make it impossible for Wright to climb the ladder.”

William Masters: “Ladder? Oh yeah, I forgot that this was even a ladder match because Blaze has tricked me into thinking this was some sort of old school wrestling match.”

Blaze goes for a third knee drop, but Rob uses this instance to slip out of the ring. The elusion surprises Blaze and he finds himself further flabbergasted when he is tripped up and dragged out onto the floor. Rob is quick to regain an advantage, driving his shoulder into Blaze’s chest and forcing him back-first into the ring apron.

Jarred Daniels: “Rob Wright nails a sharp knife edged chop across Blaze’s exposed chest and then just recklessly throws him into the guard railing.”

Searching beneath the ring, Wright withdraws a large, wooden table. Masters can be audibly heard yelling at Wright to go for the ladder; however, The Real Deal seeks to do more abusive punishment to his opponent than win the match. Setting a table up on the outside, Rob turns his attention back to Blaze. Clutching the back of Blaze’s neck, Rob draws Blaze to a vertical base and attempts to lay him across the table. This, however, is not to be. Blaze reacts with a rake to Wright’s eyes and then executes a perfectly timed reverse atomic drop!

Abandoning the wooden table on the outside, Blaze hurls Wright into the ring and follows. Action returns when Blaze applies a rear waist lock. No German Suplex is allowed because Rob sends an elbow into Blaze’s face and then switches positions. After taking Blaze down with a bulldog, Rob floats over and applies a camel clutch. His fingers interlace just below Blaze’s chin and he pulls back, attempting to hurt his opponent’s neck and back. He, too, would have a focus point of attack.

William Masters: “There’s no getting out of that hold.”

Jarred Daniels: “You want to talk about not fair!? Rob is just scrapping his finger nails across Blaze’s face! He’s even fish-hooking him!”

William Masters: “Did Blaze not just rake his fingers across Rob’s eyes!?!”

Jarred Daniels: “Yes. I will acknowledge that he did, but that’s just one dirty tactic from Blaze. Wright is full of them. Blaze is just fighting fire with fire.”

Mr. Entertainment, showing a great deal of power, begins to stand. Rob lacks the weight to keep Blaze down and he back pedals, slamming Rob into a corner turnbuckle! Blaze, stumbling out, immediately heads to the outside. Wright looks surprised as Blaze ducks outside. When Wright moves to follow, Blaze snags his leg and trips him up! Mustering all the strength he can, Blaze pulls Wright towards the turnbuckle post and—the fans unite with moans!

Wright is crotched on the turnbuckle post, but Blaze is not finished. He slams Wright’s right leg against the steel post. It is the same knee that he had assailed earlier in the match and there is no sign of relenting! Once again, Blaze wraps that leg with unbelievable force around the ring post! Cries ring out from Wright’s mouth as Mr. Entertainment works on that knee!

Jarred Daniels: “Wright’s in a lot of pain and—woah—Blaze spotted something.”

William Masters: “Don’t even think about it!”

Jarred Daniels: “He has thought about it and decided. This is C-Z-W!”

Snatching up a piped steel chair, Blaze turns back toward Rob. Anticipation builds for what Blaze is about to do. There seems to be no question within any of the fans minds and there is no hesitation on Blaze’s finger-tips. Wright’s leg remains where Blaze had left it and, with an evil glint sparking within his eye, Mr. Entertainment swings for the hills! The fans go wild as Blaze wields the chair at Rob’s knee!

…nothing but post!

Pulling himself out of the way, Wright rolls aside. The chair rattles Blaze’s hands and forces him to drop the chair. When Blaze looks to see where Wright has gone, he is speared into the guard railing! Wright demonstrates why he is The Real Deal with a giant spear – having soared just above the middle rope and into Mr. Entertainment! The back of Blaze’s head smashes against the ring barrier.

Jarred Daniels: “The fans are really behind Blaze. I have really taken a liking to him since this Television Championship run. Even when he lost the belt to McNeil, Blaze has shown why he deserves to be champion. He has managed to show us a different side and he is becoming quite the favorite.”

William Masters: “Rob has him, though. He throws Blaze back into the ring and now Rob is showing some brains. He has the ladder!”

Although Rob has the ladder, he has a limp. It shows that Blaze has been working on his leg. But – it doesn’t impede him much. Propping the ladder up in the corner, Rob seeks to Irish whip Blaze into the corner. Blaze counters, but Rob will have none of that. He puts the breaks on, turns, and catches Blaze off guard with an impressive backbreaker!

Boots pound into Blaze’s frames, sent via the Real Deal. He drags Blaze back up and goes for another Irish whip. This one is a success and Blaze impacts the ladder hard. Mr. Entertainment rebounds into Rob’s arms – his grip locking around Blaze’s waist – and belly-to-belly suplexing him over head!

Jarred Daniels: “What I think is getting to these two is that they can’t win by pin fall or submission. We could have already seen a victor!”

William Masters: “We could see one in just about a second!”

Jarred Daniels: “Rob Wright has that ladder sitting out on the mat. Blaze is getting to his feet, but Rob is stalking him. He’s up and into Rob’s arms!”

Fans moan in pain as Blaze is laid out with a spinebuster over the ladder. Rolling off of the ladder, Blaze grips his lower back and Rob sets the ladder up to win. It takes him a bit of time as he struggles with his own leg. Then, as soon as the ladder is up, Wright climbs:

One rung.

Two rungs.

Three rungs.

Jarred Daniels: “That’s a ten rung ladder. Rob is hardly half way up and Blaze is on a knee. I can only imagine he is hurting after that last shot.”

Four rungs.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Blaze returns to life and, unexpectedly, stumbles into the ladder. Rob falls off of the toppling ladder and catches Blaze’s attention. With Wright down, Blaze darts across the ring and drops a baseball slide drop-kick into the side of his head. The shot claps out loudly and Wright is ejected from the ring!

Jarred Daniels: “That was a Hell of a shot! Go for the ladder! Blaze has it! He’s setting that ladder up now and he’s going to climb!

William Masters: “Wright’s out on the outside. He needs to wake the heck up!”

Brian Blaze climbs:

One rung!

Two rungs!

Three rungs!

Jarred Daniels: “He’s up to that fourth rung!”

Fifth run—CRACK!

The piped steel chair that Blaze had previously attempted to use on Wright is utilized by The Real Deal. He slams it across Blaze’s lower back, causing Mr. Entertainment to fall off the ladder. Wright drops the chair and picks up the ladder. A moment of hesitation is taken, allowing Wright to recuperate for a minute before propping the ladder up in the corner. He then takes up Blaze once again and points towards the ladder. Everyone knows what is coming next!

William Masters: “DO IT! Smash Blaze’s head into that steel ladder!”

Jarred Daniels: “The ladder is aluminum and—WHAT?! Wright with a whip, but Blaze holds on! REVERSAL and Blaze succeeds with that Drop Toe Hold! Wright’s face just slammed into that fourth rung of the ladder! The Real Deal is busted open. Look at that blood all over his face!”

William Masters: “He’s cut deep and—WATCH OUT!”

When Wright rolls to a knee and seeks to stand, Blaze wards him off a devastating shot from the steel chair. What was already a battered and beaten chair is now formally dented, left with the imprint of Wright’s skull directly in the center of the seat. Fans unite, cheering on Blaze as Wright is left a lifeless husk, slumped down near the side of the ring.

Jarred Daniels: “Wright’s out cold and Blaze’s retrieved the ladder. He wastes no time in erecting it and there he goes. He’s obviously slightly hindered by that back pain, but starts to climb anyhow.”

One rung is stepped upon.

Two rungs are stepped upon and Blaze pulls himself up, using a good portion of upper body strength to make it up to the third rung.

William Masters: “No motion from Wright. Blaze is up to the fourth ring.”

Jarred Daniels: “Blaze is basking in the fans’ appreciation.”

The fifth rung is reached!

The sixth rung is reached, but Wright begins to stand. He uses the ropes to pull himself back up to a vertical base.

The seventh rung is reached and Blaze reaches for the championship. He cannot!

Jarred Daniels: “Wright’s stumbling around, but finding his way to the opposite side of that ladder. Blaze is up to that eighth rung and he’s doing his best to reach for that belt. He’s gonna have to move faster.”

Wiping the blood from his eyes, Wright climbs. He shakes off the pain in his right leg and moves as quickly as he can up the ladder. Blaze reaches the ninth rung and reaches for the belt. It is mere inches from his finger tips. He could have it and—NO! Wright lands a closed fisted shot to Blaze’s jaw. The shot rocks Mr. Entertainment and the two wage war atop of the ladder.

William Masters: “Both men are jockeying for position. Wright scores with another shot, but there’s Blaze. Damn it! Blaze slams Wright’s head off the top of the ladder!”

Jarred Daniels: “—another shot and NO! Wright blocks, is he climbing to the other side? Wait, what is Wright doing? He’s—no! NO! OH MY GOD! WRIGHT STUFF! IT’S THE WRIGHT STUFF OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!”

The execution of inverted swinging neck breaker decimates both men!

Jarred Daniels: “I cannot believe this. The fans cannot believe that move!”

William Masters: “Neither man is moving very fast!”

The war continues. It takes nearly twenty seconds before a single knee is reached. Both Blaze and Wright make it to their feet simultaneously and a series of sluggish fists are thrown. Exhaustion cripples them both. Wright’s knee throbs and his face bleeds. Blaze suffers badly as well, his back now struck with a sharp pain. Both men ignore all anguish, all physical pain, to continue!

A collar-and-elbow tie-up ensues and Blaze and Wright vie for position. Blaze is able to take control, wrenching Wright’s left arm and moving behind him to apply a hammer lock. Wright attempts a reversal, but Blaze drops down and chop-blocks Wright’s right knee. The continuous punishment on Wright’s leg keeps him from being the speed that he is capable of. Blaze hooks in a heel hold and rolls forward, applying a unique submission maneuver.

Jarred Daniels: “Brian takes a breathier and maintains the hold. He’s trying to destroy those ligaments in Wright’s leg.”

William Masters: “Doesn’t last long. Blaze with a float over and he’s pulling The Real Deal open and come’on! Blaze pulls Wright upwards and executes a stalling vertical suplex. He’s got Wright upside down with all of that blood draining into his head.”

Jarred Daniels: “Blaze cannot sustain the hold. Look at his back buckle and—“

William Masters: “—Wright slips behind and pushes Blaze to the ropes! Wright off the opposite side and both meet—WOAH! WHAT?!?!”

Jarred Daniels: “BLAZING ARROW!”

Rob Wright is decapitated! Mr. Entertainment’s foot scores and takes Wright’s head off of his shoulders. The shot has a devastating outcome and Blaze takes forth towards the ladder. He moves the ladder directly beneath the championship belt and seeks to reclaim what is his.

Blaze’s boot is stained with Wright’s blood. Blood splatters against each rung as he climbs. One rung then two rungs! He climbs the third rung and then the fourth!

Jarred Daniels: “Blaze is nearly to the top. He’s up to the seventh and eighth rungs and—YES! Blaze has his hands on the championship belt. He has that oh so familiar gold in his hands!”

William Masters: “Blaze is unhooking the belt and—AH HA! Wright is still down, but he kicks that ladder down! Blaze topples and—YES! YES! YES! Blaze is crotched on the top rope!”

With a sudden burst of energy, Wright rolls to his feet and takes off towards the ropes. Up onto the second rope, The Real Deal snags Blaze’s head and pulls him off the top rope. Forcing his face downwards, Wright executes a modified face-buster and immediately returns to the ladder. The Real Deal does not set the ladder up, however. Instead, he lays the ladder across the top of Mr. Entertainment. Blaze is face down and the ladder is placed directly on top of him.

Jarred Daniels: “What is Wright planning?!”

William Masters: “This cannot be good. Wright to the top of the turnbuckle and—that’s the Wright Flight!”

This one single maneuver seems to hurt both Wright and Blaze. He splashes into the ladder, hurting his own ribs, and drives that ladder into Blaze’s back – further damaging his spine! Both men flop around the ring in absolute pain. The ladder looks bent all to hell and seems to be the only ladder around the ring!

Jarred Daniels: “Vicious. This is absolutely vicious!”

When both men start to regain their footing, they both grab the ladder. After a short time of tug-of-war, both set the ladder up and begin to climb. Each rung is reached simultaneously until the final rung is reached. Blaze and Wright battle it out once again on the top of the ladder. Punches are exchanged and neither will back down!

Jarred Daniels: “Both men have the championship belt. Both men have it in their hands and they are trying to unhook it. This could prove to be a problem!”

One huge forearm smash rocks Wright’s head and forces him back. Wright wants this match so badly that this simple attack will not spell the end of him. He can taste the championship. The Real Deal has the Television Championship in his hands and he refuses to allow a simple forearm smash take that away.

Unfortunately, Blaze combines that forearm shot with a huge kick. Mr. Entertainment pulls himself up on the wire that holds the championship belt and then unleashes a fierce kick to Wright’s chest. The shot is strong enough for the ladder to tilt and Wright falls backwards! The ladder picks up velocity and Wright is ejected from the ring and through the table that he had set up at the beginning of the match! Wood shards fly in every which direction as Blaze unhooks the belt and drops down to the canvas!

Mr. Entertainment retains the Television Championship! He has done it!

Daniels: So Blaze wins the battle tonight, but I doubt the war is over just yet. Rob Wright came so close but still is yet to become a Champion here in CZW.

Masters: Its just a matter of time, Brian Blaze is lucky in my opinion to still be holding onto it…just a matter of time.

Daniels: Well coming up next is another Title match here, it’s X Division and it’s a Greenhouse match. See you in a bit.

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-=- CZW X-DIVISION TITLE FATAL FOUR WAY GREENHOUSE MATCH -=-
VLAD VALO vs. IAN CHADWICK vs. TIM TIMMONS vs. CAGE STRYKER (c)

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DANIELS: Well folks, we’re just about at the halfway stage of tonight’s proceedings, and it’s now time.. to head out to the Greenhouse!

*Attentions turn to the Combattron as a video begins to play, running through the history of the Greenhouse Match.

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.. “A type of match that takes the term hardcore to a whole new level!"..

Tim Timmons slams a chair down onto a glass table, sending a mess of steel and glass down onto the face of a grounded El Pablo.

DANIELS: "Oh my god!!! That's got to be it! We're going to need some help down here!"

El Pablo performs a baseball slide, kicking a chair back into Timmons’ face. Timmons staggers backwards, and flops onto another glass table. EP climbs a ladder inside the ring, and leaps off, hitting a senton bomb that sends both men crashing through the table.

DANIELS: "Oh my god! The champ just put his own body on the line to drive Timmons through that glass table! I can't tell where one cut begins and another ends!"

EP climbs a turnbuckle, but Timmons begins beating up on him from the apron, ending with a low blow. As EP doubles over, Timmons drapes him over his shoulder, and hits The Canadian Driver, driving EP head-first through another glass table.

DANIELS: “This is sick! This is depraved! Blood appears to be seeping just about everywhere..”

MASTERS: “That’s how you play in the CZW!”

Timmons staggers forwards, clutching a pane of glass in a wooden frame. Suddenly, EP jumps to his feet and charges forwards, spearing Timmons through the glass.

DANIELS: “Holy shit! Pablo just sacrificed his own body again!”

EP forces himself to his feet in the ring, blinded by blood and glass. He fumbles around and finds Timmons, hauling the challenger to his feet. Timmons shoves EP against the ropes, but EP kicks him in the stomach. EP then rolls across Timmons’ back, and as the challenger turns, EP hits the Pablo Slam.

1.. 2.. 3!!!

DANIELS: “The champ retains! These two took each other to hell and back, but Pablo pulled it out in the end!”

The Overdrive logo flashes across the screen, with “11.21.08” displayed underneath. The logo disappears, and the screen cuts to footage of the 2nd Greenhouse Match, between Tim Timmons and Mike King.

DANIELS: Here it is, both men stand in the ring as the glass tables are set up covering the outside, the atmosphere is frightening.

Timmons removes the padding from one of the turnbuckles, but a bloodied King low blows him from behind. King then lifts Timmons up, and drops him with a snake-eyes on the turnbuckle, busting Timmons open.

DANIELS: Well there you go, you have your wish William, both men are bleeding…

MASTERS: And the tables are yet to be used!

King climbs the turnbuckle, but as he prepares to jump, Timmons leaps to his feet, and clambers up the turnbuckle alongside King. A brief brawl breaks out, before Timmons drapes King over his shoulders.

DANIELS: NO…NO…DON’T DO IT!

MASTERS: OH MY GOD!

SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: CANADIAN DRIVER THROUGH THE FREAKIN’ GLASS TABLES…GODDAMMIT!

MASTERS: Both men could be dead here, and I’m not joking, we need help, I wanted blood but this has gone too far.

1.. 2.. 3!!!

The “Volatile Day” logo now appears on screen, giving way to footage of the third Greenhouse Match, between Alan Fiscus and Matt Stylez.

Alan stomps down on the grounded Stylez, forcing him out of the ring. Alan rolls out in pursuit, but Stylez catches him with a drop toe hold, sending Alan crashing through a glass table.

DANIELS: FISCUS CRASHES INTO THE GLASS!! And that goes to show how brutal this type of match is!

Alan pushes himself to his feet, only to have Stylez dropkick him through a pane of glass sat just alongside the shattered table. Fiscus tries to crawl away from the shards, as Stylez hops up onto the apron. Stylez charges, and leaps off, looking for a somersault senton, but Fiscus moves, causing Stylez to crash through yet another pane of glass.

FINCH: OHHHHHHHH YEAH! Did you see that shit!?

Fiscus drags Stylez over towards another table, and drives him through it with a wheelbarrow suplex.

DANIELS: The crowd here is going crazy!

Fiscus picks Stylez up, and drops him, Samoan-style, right back onto the glass shards. Fiscus then drags Stylez through the glass over to another table, and rolls him on top of it. Fiscus then hops up onto the apron, and goes for the STD, but Stylez rolls off, leaving Fiscus to crash through the glass all by himself.

FINCH: AW, HELL NAW!

DANIELS: Both men are bleeding all over the place!

Stylez slides into the ring, then attempts a baseball slide on the rising Fiscus. However, Fiscus sidesteps, and hits Stylez with the Riot Act, dropping him once again onto the broken glass.

FINCH: Stylez will be lucky if he still has both his eyes after that one!

Back in the ring, Stylez charges at Fiscus, who attempts a lariat, but Stylez ducks. He hits the ropes, and leaps back with a corkscrew moonsault. Fiscus avoids it, but Stylez lands on his feet. He leaps up, looking for the High Style, but Fiscus counters into a corkscrew stunner.

1.. 2.. 3!!!

The video rolls through a few final clips of the three previous winners of the Greenhouse match, as well as showing the various conditions of the losers, before fading out.

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The action returns live to ringside, where the staff are finishing setting up the various glass tables all around the ring.

DANIELS: A match spawned from the mind of X-Division pioneer El Pablo. CZW has seen many twisted, barbaric matches in its short existence, but NONE of them have been used so definitively to settle as many scores as the Greenhouse Match.

MASTERS: Ohhh yes! There will be blood, there will be suffering, and when Tim Timmons gets the pin, there WILL, once again, be a new CZW X-Champion!

DANIELS: Picking favorites already, eh Masters?

MASTERS: Well, Cage obviously isn't gonna win, because no-one holds the X-Title for more than a month, and out of the other three, Timmons has the most experience in this type of match. Hell, he probably knows better than anyone just what this match entails!

DANIELS: Well, there's no denying that, Timmons set for his THIRD appearance under this particular stipulation here tonight.

TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen.. the following contest.. is the GREENHOUSE MATCH!

*The crowd erupts as "Tubthumping" hits the soundsystem, and "Irish" Ian Chadwick steps out from the curtain to huge cheers.*

DANIELS: AND HERE WE GO!

*Chadwick throws a few punches, then raises his fists as he bounds down the ramp towards the ring.*

TOWERS: Introducing first, from Buffalo, New York.. "IRISH" IAN CHADWICK!

*Chadwick slows the pace down, taking the time to inspect the furniture that surrounds the ring. He climbs up the steps and through the ropes, raising his fists once again as his music fades out, replaced soon after by "Slept So Long". Vlad Valo steps out onto the stage, and slowly makes his way down towards the ring, the crowd reaction considerably less favorable than for Ian Chadwick.*

TOWERS: Next, from Baton Rouge, Los Angeles.. VLAD VALO!

*Valo, too, takes a moment to inspect the glass, before climbing into the ring, and standing in the corner across from Chadwick. His music fades out, and the boos intensify to almost obscene levels as "I Stand Alone" hits the sound system, signalling the arrival of "Canada's Finest", Tim Timmons.

TOWERS: The final challenger.. from Toronto, Ontario, Canada.. TIM TIMMONS!

*Tim Timmons steps out onto the stage, and stares intently at the two stars already in the ring. Suddenly, he charges forwards and slides under the ropes into the ring. Towers gets the hell out of dodge as Timmons dives across the mat and takes Chadwick down, pounding him in the face with a series of stiff right hands.*

DANIELS: Bah Gawd! Timmons wasting no time in getting this thing underway, and the champion's not even out here yet!

MASTERS: That's my boy! I told you Timmons had this thing!

Valo just watches on as Timmons hauls a reeling Chadwick to his feet. Timmons whips him against the ropes, and hits him with a powerslam. Timmons goes for the cover, but Valo steps in and hauls him off.

DANIELS: Timmons looking to end this thing early!

Suddenly, "The Pretender" hits the soundsystem, and the crowd explodes as Cage Stryker charges down the ramp and into the ring, just as Valo levels Timmons with a big clothesline.

DANIELS: And here's our champion!

Cage leaps to his feet, and starts laying into Valo with fists to the face, forcing the big man into the corner. Timmons gets to his feet, and spins Cage around. He goes to strike him in the face, but Cage blocks it, and strikes him a couple of times himself. Cage then tosses Timmons into the corner, into Valo, then steps away into the centre of the ring. He turns, and charges forward, hitting Timmons with a dropkick, at the same time sandwiching Valo. Timmons and Valo collapse face-first to the mat, Cage quickly rolling Timmons over for a cover.

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MASTERS: Not even close!

Cage picks Timmons up, and leads him into the centre of the ring. He scoops him up onto his shoulders, and pauses for a few seconds, before falling backwards into a Samoan Drop. Cage gets back to his feet, only to have Valo knee him hard in the stomach. Valo tucks Cage's head under one shoulder, then hits him with a huge vertical suplex, Cage hitting the mat hard. Valo gets up, and notices Timmons staggering back to his feet. Valo punches Timmons a couple of times in the head, then leads him over to one corner. Valo pauses for a second, before whipping Timmons corner-to-corner, across the ring, Timmons' back ricocheting off the turnbuckle. Valo steps menacingly towards Timmons, but suddenly gets distracted by something out of the corner of his eye. He turns to the side.. and gets caught right in the face with a steel chair, weilded by Ian Chadwick.

DANIELS: Good God, what impact! And Valo hits the mat like a ton of bricks!

MASTERS: What's that drunk doing!? This isn't a chairs match!

DANIELS: It's an X-Title match, William, anything and everything is legal here!

MASTERS: Well it ain't right, I tells ya!

Chadwick drops the chair, then turns his attentions to Cage Stryker. He grabs the champion by the head, and drops him onto the chair with a DDT, Cage's head bouncing off the steel. Chadwick gets back to his feet, and steps towards the just-moving Tim Timmons, a sinister smile forming on his face. He grabs Timmons by the hair, and starts to drag him towards the chair, when he suddenly stops himself.

DANIELS: Chadwick must be thinking of something here..

MASTERS: Nah, he's probably about to throw up.

Chadwick looks up at the fans, then slowly raises his arm, pointing towards one of the glass tables just outside the ring. The crowd explodes in support of this idea, and Chadwick steps through the ropes onto the apron, dragging Timmons behind him by the hair.

DANIELS: Uh ohhhhh!

MASTERS: NO! Watch out Tim!

Chadwick hauls Timmons through the ropes, and puts him in a front facelock, the crowd now at fever pitch. Chadwick drapes Timmons' arm over his shoulder, and attempts to lift him up. Timmons fights it, however, forcing his feet back down onto the apron. Chadwick tries again, but again Timmons fights out of it. As Chadwick prepares to make a third attempt..

DANIELS: WAIT A MINUTE! VLAD VALO!

Valo has got back to his feet, and charges against the ropes, knocking both Chadwick AND Timmons off the apron.. and crashing through the first table of the match!

CZW! CZW! CZW!

MASTERS: TIM! NOOOOOO!

DANIELS: BAH GAWD! IAN CHADWICK! TIM TIMMONS! BOTH MEN! OFF THE APRON! RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS!!!

Chadwick lies writhing in pain on the floor, broken shards of glass digging into his back, blood running down his arm and shoulder. Tim Timmons, however, has not moved, and as the scene cuts to a replay, it shows that due to the position Chadwick had him in, he landed very awkwardly on his head and neck.

DANIELS: That did NOT look good for Tim Timmons, folks.

MASTERS: How could falling through a glass table POSSIBLY look good, Jarred!?

DANIELS: You know what I mean, ass! Tim Timmons - YOUR pick for this match, I might add - could be seriously hurt here! The EMTs are out here right now taking a look, but I.. Oh man, they're calling for a stretcher.. this could be serious, folks.

As the EMTs tend to Timmons and Chadwick, the action is continuing in the ring, where Valo is slamming Cage's head against the turnbuckle. He then pulls Cage out of the corner, and whips him off the ropes, catching him in the face with a big boot. Valo looks out of the ring, where the EMTs are wheeling Timmons up the ramp on a stretcher, Chadwick still picking pieces of blood-covered glass out of his skin. Valo smiles, and turns back to Cage, dropping to his knees for a cover.

DANIELS: Cover, this could be all!

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Valo slams the mat, a little frustrated. He pulls Cage back to his feet, but Cage catches him off-guard with a shot to the face. He hits him again, and again, and kicks him in the stomach, then steps back into the ropes. He bounces off, and steps forward, but Valo grabs him, hoisting him high above his head in a military press. Valo screams out, then turns and steps towards the side of the ring.

DANIELS: Oh god, YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!

Valo shapes to throw Cage over the ring and into another table, but Cage somehow fights free, dropping to his feet in the ring behind Valo. Valo snarls, and turns back into the ring, charging towards Cage. As he approaches, Cage leaps to his feet and spears Valo down to the mat. However, still suffering from Valo's attacks, it takes Cage a while to get back to his feet, and by the time he does so, Valo is also getting up. Valo charges again, and looks for a clothesline, but Cage ducks. Valo hits the ropes, but Cage stops himself, and catches Valo with a superkick. Cage makes the cover..

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DANIELS: Oh, but wait a minute, Chadwick's up top!

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SSSSSMMMMMAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!

DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! IAN CHADWICK WITH A LEG DROP, RIGHT THROUGH A PANE OF GLASS, RIGHT ONTO THE HEAD OF CAGE STRYKER!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

MASTERS: Did I actually just SEE that!? THAT WAS INSANE!

All three men are writhing on the floor in agony, Chadwick clutching the back of his leg, Cage holding the side of his face, and Valo with his hands over his face.

DANIELS: The ring looks like a goddamn car wreck!

MASTERS: I see blood!

The camera shows brief close-ups of all three men, confirming that Cage and Valo are indeed bleeding from the head and face, and quite profusely so. Chadwick hauls himself back to his feet, using the ropes for assistance, and picks up the chair that he introduced to the match earlier on. He places it over the torso of Valo, then grabs Cage, lifting him up to his feet. He tucks Cage's head under one arm, and hits a snap suplex, bringing Cage down on the chair, on top of Valo. Chadwick rolls off to the side, as the referee drops to the mat, counting Cage's position as a pin on Valo.

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Chadwick shoves Cage off, and shouts at the referee, who just shrugs. Chadwick shakes his head, and goes for a cover himself.

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TH-CAGE BREAKS IT UP!

All three men remain on the floor for a few moments, before Chadwick and Cage slowly get back to their feet. They lock up, and Chadwick forces Cage against the ropes. He chops Cage in the chest, a customary "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" ringing out from the fans. Chadwick laughs, and does it again, with the same effect.

MASTERS: Dammit, I hate that! I HATE IT!!!

Chadwick then ducks down, and lifts Cage up onto the turnbuckle. The excitement of the fans builds once more as Chadwick follows him up, both men perched a few feet above one of the other tables outside the ring. Chadwick grabs Cage, but Cage desperately throws a fist, catching Chadwick in the face. Chadwick retaliates in kind, and the two trade punches, swaying back and forth on top of the turnbuckle.

DANIELS: What a potentially dangerous situation this is, folks!

MASTERS: Hell yeah! If either of these guys falls, it ain't gonna be pretty!

Eventually, Cage looks to get the upper hand, hammering Chadwick repeatedly in the head. Just as he shapes for the final devastating blow, Valo reappears below them, catching Cage with a fist to the stomach. Valo climbs up to the second rope, and bashes the two men's skulls together. The crowd yells out as the two men tip backwards.. but somehow manage to grab the ropes, keeping themselves on the apron, one either side of the turnbuckle.

DANIELS: Oh man, that was close!

Valo lunges at Cage, but the champ catches him in the face. Valo staggers to the side, and Chadwick hits him with a fist of his own. Valo staggers back over towards Cage, receiving another fist, then another from Chadwick.

MASTERS: What is this, a tennis match!?

Cage kicks Valo in the gut, and sets him up for a suplex, the glass table shimmering in the lights below. Cage tries to lift, but Valo resists. However, Chadwick steps round, and wraps an arm round Valo's neck as well. They lift Valo up..

DANIELS: DOUBLE TEAM!

MASTERS: AHHHHHHHH!

SSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

All three men go flying through the table, which literally explodes upon impact. Valo writhes about on the floor, as Cage and Chadwick stagger back to their feet, their backs swiftly turning a nice shade of CZW crimson. Suddenly, Chadwick hops up onto the apron. He checks back, then jumps onto the second rope.

DANIELS: ASAI MOONSAULT!

Cage dives out of the way, however, and Chadwick crashes down on top of Valo.

DANIELS: Smart move by the champion, who avoids the contact!

Cage leans on the apron, attempting to get his breath back, grimacing at the pain shooting through his back and head. Suddenly, a huge chorus of boos begins to ring around the arena, as attentions turn.. to the Combattron.

DANIELS: No way..

MASTERS: Yes!

DANIELS: You have got to be kidding me!

MASTERS: YES!!!

The cameras charge over to the ramp way, where Tim Timmons is making his way back towards the ring. Blood is dripping down his arm, and his face and head are stained red, but other than the occasional grab of the neck, he appears to show no serious ill-effects of his fall.

DANIELS: How the hell is he still standing!? Bah Gawd, that fall looked like it damn near killed him!

MASTERS: Because he's the next CZW X-Champion, that's why!

Timmons walks round the ring to where the other three men are. He stops for a second, almost stunned at the carnage before him, then grabs an unwitting Cage by the head, and bounces his face off the apron. Cage spins round, and Timmons begins laying into him with right hands. Cage slumps down onto his ass, and Timmons starts stomping a mudhole in the champion, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

DANIELS: Timmons is INSANE!

Timmons finishes his assault on Cage, then turns his attention to Chadwick. He hauls the "Irish"man up onto his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Timmons then looks under the ring, and pulls out a pane of glass, similar to the one Chadwick himself used earlier. He slides that into the ring, then heads over to the timekeeper. He shoves him out of the way, and takes his chair, rolling into the ring with it.

MASTERS: This is genius!

DANIELS: Do you know what he's planning here?

MASTERS: Well.. no. But it's Tim Timmons! It's bound to be great!

Timmons sets the chair up in the centre of the ring, then heads over to the one left behind by Chadwick earlier in the match. He sets that up just alongside, then lays the pane of glass over the two, forming a small make-shift table.

DANIELS: Well, whatever he's planning.. I don't think Ian Chadwick wants any part of it!

Apparantly not willing to give him that choice, Timmons stomps down on the head of Chadwick, then hauls him up to his knees. Timmons tucks Chadwick's head between his legs, as an audible gasp reverberates around the arena. Timmons smirks, then hoists Chadwick up onto his shoulders.

DANIELS: Oh my god!

Timmons turns, and powerbombs Chadwick through the glass!

MASTERS: YES!!! HE'S WON IT! NEW CHAMPION!

Timmons throws the chairs off to the side, and looks down at the body of Chadwick. He kicks him cockily in the leg, then turns and exits the ring.

MASTERS: What's he doing? PIN HIM, TIM!

Timmons heads over to the barricade, where one fan is stood with a tray full of a newly-bought fast food meal. The fan starts to berate Tim, who just stares at him in silence, his face a bloody mess. Suddenly, Timmons spits at the man, a mixture of blood and phlegm hitting him right in the face. The man recoils in horror, and Timmons snatches the food tray off him. Timmons takes a bite of the burger, grimacing in disgust at the taste. He throws the burger at the man, followed by the fries, and then throws the drink over half the front row, much to his own amusement.

DANIELS: Oh COME ON! Those people are FANS! Paying fans!

MASTERS: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

DANIELS: It's one thing to act like an asshole to your fellow professionals, but to the general public? Timmons is way out of line here!

MASTERS: Oh shush, the guy deserved it! He shouldn't be eating that crap anyway, look at him! Dude needs a diet, and fast! Timmons is just trying to get that message across and help him. What an upstanding citizen he is.

DANIELS: My ASS, Masters!

MASTERS: Dammit Jarred, I told you, no! I don't swing that way!

Timmons slides the tray into the ring, then kneels down beside the motionless Ian Chadwick. The camera zooms in on the tray, revealing several little blue packets still piled on it. One by one, Timmons tears the packets open, pouring the white, grainy substance out into another pile on the other side of the tray.

DANIELS: Is that..

MASTERS: Oh man..

DANIELS: He wouldn't.. surely he wouldn't..

Timmons gets to his feet, and carefully lifts the tray up. He stares down at Chadwick, who slowly rolls over onto his stomach. Timmons grins a sick grin, then raises the tray up.

DANIELS: No Tim..

An audible gasp fills the room, as Timmons suddenly slams the tray down onto Chadwick's back, causing the "Irish"man to scream out in agony.

DANIELS: OH GOOD GRIEF! A TRAY FULL OF SALT! RIGHT ONTO THE MASS OF OPEN WOUNDS THAT IS IAN CHADWICK'S BACK!

MASTERS: That's gotta sting like a BITCH!

Chadwick is now thrashing about on the canvas, each move he makes forcing either more salt or more glass into his skin. Timmons, now showing no emotion whatsoever, gets back to his feet, pulling Chadwick with him. Timmons scoops his opponent up, suspending him head first over the glass.

DANIELS: This is too much!

BAM! Timmons nails Chadwick with the T-Crusher, broken shards of glass connecting with human skull.

MASTERS: T-CRUSHER! It's over! Again!

Timmons covers..

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DANIELS: BAH GAWD! Where the hell did he come from!?

MASTERS: DAMMIT!!!

Indeed, Cage had dived across the ring, catching Timmons in the head with an elbow. He staggers back to his feet, but Timmons is up already, and hits him with a knee to the midsection. Timmons whips Cage, who hits the ropes. Timmons drops his head, which proves to be a mistake, as Cage kicks him in the chin. Timmons stumbles backwards, as Cage hits the ropes again, then catches him with a spear, Timmons landing back-first in the mixture of salt and glass beside Ian Chadwick. Cage hops up, and grabs Timmons' legs, quickly rolling him over into a Boston Crab.

DANIELS: Oh my GOD! A Boston Crab! Right on top of all that debris!

MASTERS: Surely that's illegal!?

DANIELS: THAT!? What about.. oh, never mind!

Timmons screams out in pain, trying desperately to fight his way out. Cage has it locked in tight, though, and the referee drops to his knees, asking Timmons if he plans to give up. Timmons refuses, and instead starts crawling towards the ropes, literally dragging his own body through the broken glass.

MASTERS: Look at that! The dedication, the commitment!

DANIELS: I won't deny that, Timmons putting himself through an extraordinary amount of pain here, just to survive and stay in with a chance of winning that belt!

Finally, mercifully, Timmons makes it to the ropes, grabbing hold of them for dear life. Cage releases the hold, and Timmons slowly, VERY slowly drags himself back to his feet, his chest and stomach cut to ribbons. As he turns, Cage charges forward, and clotheslines Timmons over the top rope and down to the outside, right into another load of broken glass from one of the previously shattered tables. Timmons gets back up again, as Cage hits the ropes, and leaps in a suicide dive, taking Timmons down once more.

DANIELS: Beautiful!

MASTERS: Stupid..

Cage grabs hold of the barricade, and hauls himself back to his feet. He exchanges a few high-fives with members of the audience, although he is rather less pleased when the man who had his food stolen by Timmons earlier pats him on his cut shoulder. A few words are exchanged, and Cage then bends down and lifts Timmons up, tucking his head between his legs. The crowd cheers as Cage wraps his arms around Timmons' waist, but as he goes to lift him..

SSSSSMMMMMAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!

The cheers turn to cries of despair as another pane of glass shatters over the back of "High Definition".

DANIELS: VLAD VALO!

Cage drops to one knee, his body contorted once more in pain. He turns round, and Valo hoists him up onto his shoulders.

DANIELS: Oh no!

Valo flips Cage over, dropping him onto the glass-covered floor with a Death Valley Driver.

MASTERS: That's gotta be game over for the champion now!

As Cage lies motionless on the floor, Valo turns his attentions to Timmons. He lifts him to his feet, then drags him round the corner, before drawing him in and hitting an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, Timmons crashing in another mess of broken glass. Valo gets up, and approaches Timmons again, lifting "Canada's Finest" to his feet once more. Valo whips Timmons, but Timmons reverses, sending Valo crashing into the barricade on the other side of the ring. Valo slumps to the floor, and Timmons steadies himself, before charging forward. He shapes to crush Valo's head with his knee, but as he approaches, Valo springs up, grabbing Timmons by the throat. The crowd once again cheers expectantly as Valo hoists Timmons into the air, growing even more excited as he turns towards the third glass table.

DANIELS: NO NO NO! No more! Please!

MASTERS: TIM!!!

However, something inside Valo makes him stop himself, lowering Timmons back to his feet, much to the disappointment and displeasure of the crowd. Valo kicks Timmons in the gut, then drives an elbow into the back of his head. Timmons' legs give way, but Valo keeps hold of his head, and scoops him up, before laying him on the table.

On the other side of the ring, Cage has staggered back to his feet, leaning against the guardrail. He steps backwards towards the apron.. right into the clutches of Ian Chadwick, who grabs the champion by the hair. Chadwick hauls Cage up onto the apron, then back body drops him into the ring, Cage's head bouncing off the mat.

DANIELS: That could do it.. but look at Valo!

Valo now has Timmons set on the table, and climbs up onto the apron, oblivious to what is going on in the ring behind him. He steps across, leveling himself up with Timmons, then briefly turns round..

CRACK!!!

DANIELS: ONE PUNCH KO!

Chadwick catches Valo right in the face with a vicious left hook. Valo teeters briefly.. then topples backwards, landing on Timmons and crashing right through the table.

DANIELS: BAH GAWD! Timmons just got turned into a pancake!

MASTERS: The horror! THE HORROR!

Chadwick gazes down at the carnage below him, then turns back into the ring.

DANIELS: Wait a minute! Stryker is up! Stryker is up!

Chadwick turns right into the champion, who drapes him over his shoulders. Cage steps into the center of the ring, and..

BAM!

DANIELS: STRYKER DRIVER!

Cage, utterly spent, flops over Chadwick.

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DANIELS: BAH GAWD! THE CURSE IS LIFTED! Cage Stryker will head into a SECOND month as CZW X-Champion, the first man since Eddie Rowan to manage such a thing!

MASTERS: But at what cost, Jarred? He may have won the match, and retained the title, but just look at him!

"The Pretender" blares out of the speakers as the crowd rises to their feet in a standing ovation. The referee rolls a bloody Cage onto his back, and raises his arm in the air, before handing him his title belt.

TOWERS: The winner of this match.. and STILL CZW X-Champion.. CAAAAAAAGE STRYYYKERRRRR!!!

Various medical personnel head out to the ring in order to check on the various competitors, primarily Timmons and Valo, who are yet to move following their fall through the table. Cage rolls over the side of the ring, propping himself in a sitting position against the ring ropes. He glances around at the chaos he and his three opponents have caused, his eyes shining out amidst the sea of redness that surrounds them, his title belt clutched tightly to his chest.

DANIELS: How many careers may have been adversely affected by what we've just witnessed? Cage is a bloody mess, Chadwick is a bloody mess, Timmons and Valo.. well, I shudder to think what sort of condition they're in, we can't really see them from this position.

The crowd cheers once more as Cage hauls himself to his feet, and lifts the X-Title high above his head.

DANIELS: But that right there is the only thing that matters to that man! Cage Stryker.. STILL the CZW X-Champion!

Scene cuts to commercials.

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Suddenly darkness fills the arena as the crowd silences.... a short instrumental begins to play which soon blends into the tunes of 'Path' by Apocalyptica. The fans are still silent until the combatron burst into life with images and videos of Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson. The eerie sound of the entrance tunes announce the arrival of Karl Jackson, still dressed in his suit and with his arm in a sling. He is once again surrounded by the four armed security guards as he walks to the ring with his cold stare on the ring in front of him.

Masters: What a treat for us here at No Remorse 2... it's Karl Jackson Jarred... Karl the Jackal Jackson.

Daniels: Okay calm down William, I can see who it is... and these fans can too.

Masters: I just don't understand how these blithering idiots can boo a man like the Jackal. Any normal man would still be lying in a hospital bed had they been through the trauma this man had been through. But not the Jackal, he is a competitor... he is back in a CZW ring and its only been a month since he was run down like a dog.

Daniels: Fair play, he has a passion for this business I have never said he hasn't. But I think the fans are booing because they can remember what this man is capable of, what he has done. He broke a womans ankle for god's sake!

Masters: Well she deserved it! Just like you will deserve everything you get when the Jackal finds out it was you who ran him down.

Daniels: I've made my point about that over and over, I'm not going to entertain it anymore.

As the music stops the scene is of the Jackal standing alone in the ring with a microphone in his good hand, surrounded by the four armed security guards and listening to the sound of boos... although the fans begin to become quiet as the Jackal stands appearing to take in there reaction but showing absolutely no emotion.

Masters: I feel embarrassed to be sitting near these disrespectful fans... let the man speak for goodness sake.

As the Jackal lifts the microphone to his mouth the fans quite down, obviously wanting to hear what the Jackal has to say.

Jackal: For the past few weeks I have had to sit back and watch CZW change, watch that under-show Unleashed now reach the big-time and watch as wrestlers get drafted, some to Unleashed... some staying put on Overdrive. I have had to put up with hospital food... you'd think the money I pay they could serve me with something better than the crap I had to eat. I have had the most awful headache... I have suffered black outs, feinting, blurred vision... but worse than any of that...

The fans boo as they become bored already of the complaining Jackal. The Jackal stamps his foot down as if to be getting frustrated by the fans reaction... his voice becomes raised as he leans on the top rope shouting at the fans.

Jackal: Yeah you can boo me you bunch of morons but tell me, how many of you have been run down by a damn car and then got back to work within a month... hell, how many of you work period!

Masters: Yes, Jackal is right... these people have no right to boo him. They should be looking up to him!

Daniels: They can boo if they want. You buy a ticket to a CZW arena then you buy the right to cheer for or boo for whoever you want William.

Jackal: I never expected you people to understand, none of you know what its like to have to fight back from a terrible injury to continue doing something you love. None of you know the pain I have gone through just to be here tonight. But its okay... I couldn't give a crap what you people think, I'm not here tonight for you... I am here tonight for... I am here tonight to unleash the truth about what happened to me that night at Road to Glory.

Masters: The truth... he knows Jarred. I'll take it from here, you get running... get a head start you are going to need it!!!

Daniels: Well I'll say it again, it was not me... but are we going to find out just who it was.

Jackal: On October 31st 2008 I became CZW Intercontinental champion, I had achieved one of my dreams in CZW... I had gold for the first time in this company. Since then, for 118 days, I dominated and beat all challengers... but then I made a mistake, guess you could say I screwed up. I could see that the fans loved the guy and I should have let that be a warning for me to not get involved... but I ignored it. I still made the conscious decision to go after one Ace King... and it was the biggest mistake of my professional career.

The fans silence, almost shocked at what the Jackal has just said.

Jackal: You see, when I saw the adulation he received from all of you bloodthirsty bastards, I should have realized that he is not like any other here in CZW. He doesn't play fair, he isn't a professional like me... he is the lowest form of scum.

The fans boo once more, partly at the comments Jackal has made towards them... partly at his diatribe towards Ace King.

Jackal: But then it wasn't really my choice was it? Ace put his girlfriend in my way so I just did what I had to do... I never meant to hurt a woman, but she left me no choice. Then I defended my Intercontinental title against him and Matt Covey, a match I thought was between one criminal thug and two true wrestling stars... turns out I was in there with one criminal thug and a damn psychopath! Yes, I proved I was CZW's most dangerous man... but he proved he was a cheat. He used barbed wire to rob me of my Intercontinental title. He took the very thing from me that meant more than anything... or anyone.

The fans begin chanting 'You tapped out... you tapped out!'

Masters: Can't we do something Jarred... the fans should not be treating him like this!

Daniels: Ace did what he had to do to win. Jackal has conveniently forgot the fact that he tortured Ruth, used Ace and Ruth's lost child against them... shall I go on!

The Jackal shakes his head and looks at the floor as the fans continue to chant, when he looks up he has a sick smile on his face.

Jackal: I guess you people don't forget do you? Yes I tapped, but I had barbed wire around my freaking throat... he was clearly willing to choke me to death! Just like he tried to take me out of Tower of Power by getting Brian Damage behind him and ordering that I should have to face him to get my place in that match... a place I had already earned, Jesse Montana had already announced me in that match. But then Ace failed... he couldn't beat me, so I was in the match.

Jackal: And so at Road to Glory I had my place in Tower of Power, and guess what... as if by magic... I found myself in the first round match against Ace King. A match he cheated to win, once again I was done over... and once again you people cheered. My dream was crushed and you people loved it! Not only had Ace King stole my Intercontinental title... but he had now stole my chance at the Worlds title too. Ace, at that point you had your revenge for what I did to your woman... I guess in you could say we were even.

The Jackal leans on the top rope again, his cold eyes fixed into the camera lens.

Jackal: But I guess that wasn't enough for you was it you sick bastard? You had me run down like a dog and left like a piece of road kill... you tried to take the one thing I had left, my career.

Masters: I knew it! I told you it was Ace King... I knew it all along!

Daniels: And where’s his proof... this is a load of ... I don't know, this can't be right.

Jackal: Why did you do it Ace? Was it because you didn't feel that taking my title and my world championship dreams were enough? Or was it that you wanted me out of wrestling for good because you knew that it was just a matter of time before I snapped your ankle just like I did your precious bitch Ruth? I suppose, as you were in the ring when it all happened... you must have arranged it beforehand... was it because you feared I'd win the title and so you'd have me run down so I'd have to vacate the title? Your last little plan to ensure my dreams were shattered.

The Jackal paces around the ring and rips his tie off in anger before staring back into the camera, his bottom lip trembling.

Jackal: I regret getting involved with you Ace because you are a man who is willing to commit homicide in order to get what you want and to keep yourself on top. I am a wrestler... but you have crossed the line. As soon as I can get back in this ring I am going to break every bone in your body, I am going to take your World Title... if you still have it after tonight, and I am going to make you pay. Now it is me that is looking for revenge, and I promise I am going to get it!!!

'Path' by Apocalyptica plays once more as the Jackal exits the ring to a chorus of boos.

Daniels: I'm far from convinced William... Jackal has no proof it was Ace. Besides, Ace King is an honorable superstar... he doesn't run people down. He's not Jesse Montana!

Masters: Keep your frilly knickers on Jarred. He sounded pretty convinced, I heard Jesse Montana was doing some investigations of his own. He must have uncovered the truth, I knew it was Ace.

Daniels: I think we should move on William... agree to disagree. Next up after this break, we will see the first of it’s kind, I have goose bumps already, it’s our Tag Title Asylum match!

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-=- CZW GLOBAL TAG TITLES ESCAPE FOR THE GOLD STEEL ASYLUM -=-
ROSS & ??? vs. THE KAIJU WARRIORS vs. YOUTHFUL AGGRESSION vs. EL FUEGO vs. THE EXILED vs. THE CUT THROAT THRILLERS vs. TOTAL MAYHEM vs. IDOLIZED (c)

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Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is for the CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES! PLEASE….LOWER THE CAGE!

The lights fade as a spotlight pierces down upon the structure, the fans almost silent in sheer admiration. Suddenly an eerie tune begins to play as the lowering of the cage continues.

Daniels: Folks I look around this arena, and all I can see is wide open mouths, wide open eyes, and a whole lot of excitement. Before we begin to talk about the competitors inside this match, I think it’s right I give you guys the quick run down on what this match is all about. Tag team Steel Cage Asylum match for the Gold. It is a first here within CZW. As you can see, this structure is not like any other normal cage, elimination chamber, hell in a cell, it’s a whole other ball game, and a whole other league of insanity. It is a steel mesh cage that at the top is shaped into a dome, and as you can see, at the very top is a hole, maybe only wide enough to fit two people through. As you may be able to tell, the aim of the game is to crawl up the insane asylum, and once you get to the dome shaping, you must crawl or hang, and let me tell you, not only are you upside down at this point, your also hanging above the ring which is no less than 20 feet below you. If you fall your hurt. Once one man, and one man only within a team escapes the dome like madness, that team wins and they become the new Global Tag team Champions.

Masters: Yes it seems pretty simple doesn’t it, but you know how simple it is to fight 14 other men?! Not only that, your fighting in a blood thirsty steel mesh cage that weighs more than Jarred Daniels house. You have to crawl up steel mesh, and once you reach the top, you either escape through the hole, or you fall and die. It’s simple right?!

Daniels: Okay William, I think you have struck fear into most guys now…

Masters: I’m just stating the truth Jarred, most guys in this match won’t even live to find out the outcome, ambulances are ready, EMT’s are lined up outside, their will be blood, their will be broken bones…the-

Daniels: Okay William is stuck inside a Stephen King horror novel right now, I apologize for that.

Masters: Just because you have to hide behind your couch every time a horror movie comes onto the television.

Daniels: Hey I only went behind the chair that one time because I had lost some-Anyway, back to this match you…you…oh what do you English say, ignoramus! Inside this contest happens to be 16 men, can you imagine that, 16 men beating the hell out of each other, hopefully not their tag team partners, but My God this will be madness!

Masters: Please don’t try and impersonate the British, you just sound like a disadvantaged common hooligan. Now back to this match, lets look at who we have inside this cage. The Kaiju Warriors, they had an impressive performance last week, in fact they have for the past few weeks Jarred, and as much as Sawyer wants to joke around like some sort of bloated clown, I have to admit, this team is not only impressive, they are the biggest in this match at a combined weight of 650 lbs…IF my mathematics are correct.

Daniels: They certainly are William. Kong and Sawyer have momentum coming into this match. Although what a performance it was by the newcomers, Cut Throat Thrillers, last week, and the week before. They have competed in blood curdling matches all of their careers, whether in Japan or the States, and this type of structure may be advantageous to them during this contest.

Masters: Then we have the resident insects, El Fuego move around like moths, I almost believe they can fly, they may be annoying little squirms, but I admit Jarred that they are impressive, and XTC, what can I say, they are the most decorated stable in CZW history.

Daniels: Have I died and gone to heaven, has William Masters the most stuck up man on television actually credited XTC with some compliments.

Masters: Don’t get used to it you belligerent rascal, I am only nice about 1 minute each week.

Daniels: Well I am glad I have the pleasure of being a witness to your nice side, William. And your right, El Fuego have the credentials to be the next Tag team Champions, and I’m sure these fans would love that.

Masters: And luckily these fans aren’t able to decide who wins this match, otherwise CZW would be a mockery.

Daniels: I am sorry folks, but the real William Masters is back in the building.

Masters: Your bloody right Jarred, and I am not here to impress these wretched fans like El Fuego try to. I am here to tell the up most truth. And the truth is, Exiled, the team of Big Nasty and Buck Evans are the favorites for this contest.

Daniels: And how do you work that one out William?!

Masters: Well look at them, while they were in the Outlaws, they were impressive, but now they are aligned with a man who is shortly about to become the new CZW World Champion. We have seen these two men fight each other, and each and every time they have not let us down, now these two men are together, they are vicious, they are powerful, they are experienced, and they are going to be the New Tag Champs.

Daniels: Well that is quite a prediction William, and I can’t exactly refute those words. They very well could win. But then we have to look at two other monsters, Total Mayhem, the former champions, they are not only dangerous, they are borderline psychotic, and inside this match, the asylum, they could be at home.

Masters: Yeah these two men made the champions look like rookies last week when they-

Daniels: They blindsided them with weapons!

Masters: Whether it’s from the front or behind, it’s still counts!

Daniels: Is that what your boyfriend says?!

Masters: How have you even got a job here Jarred? I thought with this draft, at least then you would finally be demoted, but no, your still commentating on Overdrive with the most successful man in wrestling commentary history. Your one lucky bloody bugger, that is all I can say.

Daniels: Folks, I wish that is all he can say, but sadly, there is more.

Masters: Your right again pin head, five bloody points to you, aren’t you on a roll today. And speaking of the Champions, they have no chance in this match, against 14 hungry men, they will be targeted, they will be punished, and their reign is over!

Daniels: Well we shall see, I also wonder who the King Pin’s partner is. We know it can’t be Kimo, as Montana stated back when he handed the briefcase to Ross. But who would want to team with this unpredictable man?

Masters: I’m not sure, I doubt he has many contacts in his phone book.

Daniels: And were not forgetting Youthful Aggression here too, these guys shocked the World by defeating the legendary Dragon Society a few weeks back, these guys could bring the belts to Beautiful Agony tonight!

Masters: Yeah and pigs can fly now can they.

Daniels: I don’t know, but I’m sure I saw your sister in the sky the othe-

Masters: Jarred, my fist, your face. You understand.

Daniels: Erm…Oh wait, Jessica seems ready to introduce the guys down, as the cage finally rests on the ground, what an atmosphere-

Masters: Quiet you strident thug. My future ex wife is about to speak!

The cage is now down, the fans astonished by the pure sight of the structure. Jessica is now inside the ring, as the eerier music stops, and the lights turn back on.

Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, at a combined weight of 650 lbs, hailing from Kyoto, Japan and Grand Rapids, Michigan, Kaneda Kong and Godzilla Sawyer…THE KAIJU WARRIORS!

The Godzilla Theme from the 1st Movie plays throughout the arena. The fans jump to their feet with a mixture of cheers and boos, as the two gigantic men step out onto the stage. Sawyer begins to pose to the fans, most of which are cheering him. Kong is more reserved as he begins to walk down the ramp, eyes pierced on the cage and the ring, clearly avoiding contact with the fans. As the two men reach the ringside, the referee opens the door to the steel asylum, as the first team walks inside.

Towers: Introducing next, at a combined weight of 480 lbs, hailing from Nashville Tennessee, Razor and Blade…THE CUT THROAT THRILLERS!

‘One’ by Metallica now plays around the arena. On the Combat-tron, it shows a shower of red thick blood as it is heard pouring down, as suddenly the team of Razor and Blade run out, looking incredibly hyped up for the contest. Both men run down the ramp, the fans jumping to their feet, just as excited as this fairly new duo to CZW. Razor and Blade then place their heads on the steel cage as they begin to lick the metallic mesh, their eyes staring towards the Warriors. They then enter the cage, standing conversing about the match.

Towers: And coming down to the ring next, at a combined weight of 420 lbs, and hailing from Portsmouth, England and Detroit, Michigan, they represent Team XTC, El Pablo and Krimzon Blaze…EL FUEGO!

‘Los Angeles is Burning’ by Bad religion now echoes around the arena. The whole arena explodes as the music hits and Jessica finishes announcing them. XTC banners wave around the arena as finally El Pablo and Krimzon Blaze shoot up from underneath the stage. Both men protrude out of red mist, both wearing El Fuego style fire like facial masks. El Pablo runs to one side as Krimzon runs to the other, both sides of the arena in hysterics as they cheer for their favorites. El Fuego then begin to run down the ramp slapping the hands of many fans. Krimzon and Pablo stops half way down, as they place their El Fuego masks on two young fans, El Pablo still left wearing his purple mask. Both guys then begin to climb the outside of the cage, standing on top as they hype up the fans even more. They then climb back down as the music fades, and they enter the steel structure.

Towers: Introducing next, at a combined weight of 438 lbs, and hailing from Buckeye, Arizona and Dallas, North Carolina, they represent Team Beautiful Agony, Mike King and Brian Kirkland…YOUTHFUL AGGRESSION!

‘Won’t Back Down’ by Fuel plays loudly throughout the arena. Cheers continue, as now banners of Beautiful Agony flood the arena. Mike and Brian walk out, looking ready for action. Brian then runs down the ramp and climbs up the cage half way as he holds his right hand out, gesturing to the fans. Mike walks down the ramp slower as he gestures that they will be the champions, he fans reaching over the rail to try and touch King. Both men then enter the cage, beginning to shake the hands of El Fuego, before standing aside on their own.

Towers: And following them, at a combined weight of 580 lbs, hailing from Algoma, Mississippi and South Beach, Florida…Buck Evans and Big Nasty…THE EXILED!

‘Swagga Like Us’ by T.I and Jay Z begins to play. Loud boos rain down on the arena, as chants of ‘you suck’ are heard. The whole power of XTC’s charisma has faded as now 2 out of 3 Exiled members walk out, the team of Nasty and Buck. Both men sneer around the arena at the many thousands of fans. They then raise their arms high into the air, before walking down slowly, their eyes fixed upon the opponents. Buck kicks the steel mesh as he arrives at ringside, making the whole structure shake, before the two men step inside, amazingly, no one attacking each other yet.

Towers: And out next, at a combined weight of 585 lbs, and hailing from Parts Unknown, The brothers Ezra and Jakob Mayhem…TOTAL MAYHEM!

‘Born in a Burial Gown’ now sounds around the arena. Another team of almost giants walk out, looking like a dominant force. The lights are now out as a torch of green lights shine down on the Mayhem brothers. The fans are almost silenced as the duo slowly walks down the ramp, in a fierce posture. The two monsters then enter the ring, the whole ringside beginning to look crowded.

Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome out next, at a combined weight of 448lbs, and hailing from Hollywood, California…our CZW Global Tag Team Champions…Evan Tyler…Kyle Riley…IDOLIZED!

‘Paralyzer’ by Finger Eleven now blasts our echoing throughout the arena. The cameras begin to play in slow motion as green lasers shine up the stage, and the two Global Tag team Champions walk out, with the Golden Tag Titles on their shoulders. Evan holds his up as he poses, Kyle doing the same standing behind Evan. As the lights return, fireworks blast off for the Champions. Idolized now walk down the ramp, both stopping to pose for pictures, the opponents all focusing their eyes on the belts. As they enter, all hell breaks loose as the men inside the ring begin to brawl in a mass frenzy.

Masters: Maybe I am not all that great at counting Jarred, but I am pretty sure we are missing two guys, and this match has already exploded.

Daniels: Ross is missing I believe, and his mystery partner…AND THESE GUYS ARE BRAWLING LIKE WILD ANIMALS!

Masters: AHHHHH…The lights have now gone out! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Daniels: I think Ross is coming out, the stage is lit up, but who will he be with?!

Towers: And last but not least, weighing in at 300 lbs, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii…He is the King Pin…CHRIS ROSS!

Ross walks out, looking at the action in the ring as the fans give mixed cheers and boos at the King Pin. Chris walks own the ramp half way, and then stops, as he points towards the stage.

Masters: I think we are about to find out Jarred.

Towers: And ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring his tag team partner…

The CZW Intercontinental Champion…JUSTIN MARSHAM!

Daniels: You have got to be kidding, Marsham and Ross hate each other, these guys gave us one of the biggest feuds of 2009 so far! And now their tag team partners?!

Masters: So this is why the IC Champ was not booked! And Marsham now has a chance to be a double champion!

Daniels: You really think these guys can get along?!

Masters: They must respect each other Jarred, they have been beating the hell out of each other for months, hell Ross even sliced Marsham open with a pair of sheers, these guys are great against each other, but together…THEY COULD BE UNSTOPPABLE!

Daniels: And here he is, with his Gold in hand.

Marsham walks out his title raised in the air. As Ross and Marsham meet on the ramp, they hit knuckles together, then run down the ramp as Marsham throws his belt at a nearby referee. Ross and Marsham now enter the asylum, the door closing, the match finally beginning.

Masters: Well I guess this thing is technically under way, but in reality, these guys have been beating the hell out of each other for nearly a minute now.

Daniels: And Ross and Marsham get straight in there! We have several Referees at ringside, thank goodness none are inside the ring, but with these guys in the asylum and as these maniacs go at each other, we can finally start this match!

*DING DING*

Nothing clear is seen for the first few moments, as a complete and utter street fight is let off inside the cage. The two referees that actually lie down on the top of the cage, resting on the dome like structure begin to shout out a few words, as do the three other referees outside the cage looking in, however their words are not identifiable as the rumble of 16 men brawling drowns them out. The fans begin to cheer as the fight gets more violent, now only the big men standing, Nasty and Buck, Total Mayhem and the Warriors. Suddenly something becomes clear as both Kaiju Warriors grab hold of Team El Fuego, Kong with Krimzon and Sawyer with El Pablo. As the cameras focus in on this, the crowd scream as we see Kong and Sawyer simultaneously launch both El Fuego members into the steel cage.

Daniels: THIS IS GONNA HURT!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: WAIT JARRED, I DON’T BELIEVE IT, I KNEW THESE GUYS WERE INSECTS!

Daniels: EL FUEGO NOW CLIMB UP THE CAGE…UNBELIEVABLE!

As the Warriors threw both men into the steel, both KB and EP held onto the steel bars and mesh, and amazingly managed to crawl up high out of the reach of their opponents. The Warriors begin to pose, believing they have got El Fuego, but as the fans begin to chant…

EL FUEGO…EL FUEGO…EL FUEGO…

The Warriors now look around, as all the other men suddenly stop brawling. 14 men stare up as Krimzon and El Pablo nod to each other, then without anymore hesitation, they soar into the air…

Daniels: DOUBLE 450 SPLASH OFF THE CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY GOD THIS ONTEST HAS ONLY JUST STARTED AND IT HAS BEEN SET ALIGHT!

Masters: ALL FOURTEEN OTHER MEN ARE DOWN?! BUT THESE GUYS WEIGHT LESS THAN FEATHERS, HOW CAN THAT BE?!

HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…

Daniels: I don’t know William, but Krimzon and El Pablo are just screening here exactly why they are two of the greatest high flyers in CZW history.

Masters: And their both back up on their feet, these guys are not human, Jarred!

The arena is totally buzzing, as the fans are on their feet, Krimzon and EP now knock knuckles together as the fans continue to cheer their names. Suddenly though the cheers die down as Buck and Nasty are back on their feet. Buck clobbers EP from behind, sending him down to the canvas, then follows up with a huge boot to the skull. Nasty has grabbed KB meanwhile and lifts him up for…THE NASTY BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: HAHAHA how quickly things can turn around!

Daniels: I guess your pick for this match are on top now.

Masters: Naturally.

Nasty and Buck continue their assault as they pick up different opponents. Buck begins to beat down Razor in the corner with several lefts and rights to the gut. Nasty has Evan out of Idolized. He Irish whips him to the ropes as he bounces back…BIG BOOT! The fans boo heavily as Buck and Nasty stand tall amongst the crowd. It doesn’t last long though as the Giant team of Total Mayhem get to a vertical base. Buck and Nasty now both stare off against the Mayhem brothers, the fans loving this encounter. Suddenly it ensues with lefts and rights flying everywhere, Jakob and Ezra getting the best as Buck and Nasty get knocked back towards the ropes…Total Mayhem Irish whip them both, Exiled storming back off the ropes…TOTAL MAYHEM WITH A DOUBLE SPINEBUSTERS!

Daniels: Well I’m not sure this ring is going to take much more of this, two of the biggest men on the CZW roster going at it right there.

Masters: They clearly attacked Exiled from behind.

Daniels: William, they were face to face, you saw it as well as me and everyone else here.

Masters: LOOK OUT!

Daniels: HOLY MOLY…IDOLIZED OUT OF NO WHERE…DOUBLE FLYING DROPKICKS…AND THE MAYHEM BROTHERS ARE BACK DOWN!

Masters: I guess these guys are getting a little revenge right there for what the Brothers did to them last week on Overdrive.

Evan and Kyle hit a high five with each other, then look around as they both run off in opposite directions…EVAN…KYLE…DOUBLE LIONSAULTS!!!!!!!!!!!

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Daniels: MY GOODNESS…that offence did not work out, and these two beasts have hold of Idolized now…

Kong and Sawyer hold them upon their shoulders…Both Warriors run towards each other as Kyle and Evan actually bang heads, both warriors then swiftly spinning around and dropping them with BIG BODY SLAMS! Meanwhile, Youthful Aggression and the Cut Throat Thrillers seem to be having an even brawl over in tow different corners. Mike seems to be slowly getting the advantage of Blade though as he hits heavy right hands down onto his forehead. Mike steps back as Blade looks like he is in no man’s land…

Masters: Watch out Jarred, I think Badd Company is about to rev up that big Metallica Kick of his…

Daniels: Do you even know who Metallica are William.

Masters: Have you gone mad, you mean there are actually people called ‘Metallica’.

Daniels: Folks, if your watching this, he really isn’t joking, he just is THAT ignorant.

Masters: Well I’m not up on all this new dribble all these hooligans in the fans are, you might be a fellow hooligan Jarred but I have some respect for myself, I am a civilized well-mannered chap, unlike you Jarred you filthy ruffian.

Daniels: Are you quite finishe-OH WAIT…MIKE KING RUNS IN…METALLICA KICK!!!!!!!!!!!

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Masters: No…Hahahahahaha, Blade ducks, and look at Mr. King, he is held up there like a mouse in a mouse trap.

Mike King misses the big kick as Blade ducked, Mike’s foot now stuck in the steel bars. The referees try to release him as Mike panics. Slowly Blade walks up to him with a sick grin on his face. Blade takes something out from his tights, some metal object.

Daniels: BLADE JUST TOOK SOMETHING OUT OF HIS TRUNKS, WILLIAM…DID YOU SEE THAT?!

Masters: Hmmm quite interesting, seems to be some sort of Metallic object, how ironic.

Daniels: And Mike King is held up here, he could be in some serious trouble.

Blade walks closer to Mike as the fans begin to notice, now booing Blade, some actually cheering though wanting the first drip of blood in the match. Blade now reveals to the camera the he has a small razor blade in his hand, Mike King not able to do anything. Blade now begins to slice open Mike’s forehead as his screams are heard for yards into the back rows off the sold out arena.

Daniels: MY GOD THIS MAN IS INSANE…AND MIKE HAS BEEN CUT OPEN!

Masters: Teaches him not to get his leg over…Hahahahahaha.

Daniels: You’re a freak William.

Blade now begins to smash the head of Mike into the steel bars, the fans getting louder and louder with their mixed reactions. Suddenly Brian Kirkland comes to his partners rescue as he chop blocks the left leg of Blade, then manages to pull Mike King free from the cage. At that point, Razor climbs to the top rope, now diving off looking for Youthful Aggression…

THEY DUCK…RAZOR CRASHES STRAIGHT INTO HIS OWN PARTNER WITH A FLYING BODY PRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Not only crashed and burned their Jarred, he managed to crash into his partner too. Fantastic.

Daniels: Youthful Aggression come out alive, but Mike King seems hurt. Meanwhile, look at Ross…MY GOD…

Masters: AHHHHHH NOT A THREE HUNDRED POUND MAN HANGING FROM THE STEEL CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chris Ross has found time now to climb up the cage, and is now hanging off from the domed roof. Marsham seems to be battling all sides as Buck is up, Marsham with a right hand knocking him down. Marsham grabs Idolized and smashes their heads together, they drop. Nasty now up as Marsham ducks a big clothesline, then grabs Nasty from behind…Russian Leg Sweep! Marsham clearing the ring as he looks up, his partner closing in on the winning exit. Suddenly the Kaiju Warriors are back up, after knocking down Brian and Mike with ease on the other side of the ring. Marsham yells orders to Chris, as he then backs up, slowly turning around in comical fashion, and looks up as Sawyer and Kong stand grinning at him.

Daniels: Well I was about to say, what a great job Marsham the IC Champion was doing there. And his partner, near the exit point…But…

Masters: But he has just bumped in to two creatures from the local zoo, and their hungry Jarred…mind you, looking at them, I bet their normally ALWAYS hungry.

Ross seems to be slowing down, trying to crawl nearer, but not getting anywhere. Marsham now backs up trying to get out of the current situation. The fans begin a WARRIORS chant now as Marsham looks around, then back at the two monsters before gulping heavily. Suddenly Kong grabs Marsham by the head as he begins to struggle, Sawyer now grabbing his legs. In a quick second, Marsham has now been lifted up by the Warriors, Sawyer grabbing his legs, Kong now grabbing his arms.

Masters: OH MY…WHAT ARE THESE BEASTS PLANNING, JARRED?!

Daniels: Can you say, leg, and an you say wing…IT’S A LEG AND A WING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…

MASTERS: I THINK I HAVE JUST SWALLOWED A LUNG…MARSHAM AND ROSS…MY GOD THEY CRASH TO THE GROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Kaiju Warriors celebrate as they just threw Marsham up 15 feet into the air as he crashes into his partner Ross, thus knocking BOTH MEN TO THE GROUND…

DROPPING 20 FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: I THINK THE RING JUST IMPLODED!

The Warriors now begin battle with El Fuego, as half the arena chant for the popular XTC members, the other half still cheering for the amazing attack by the Warriors. Both Kong and Sawyer now swing a big right claw at KB and EP, but both much smaller men duck and run off towards a corner each…

DOUBLE WHISPER IN THE WIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: They have done it again Jarred, their not only insects, there clearly joined at the hip, and they have just knocked these Warriors down!

Daniels: It just proves, it doesn’t matter how big you are, El Fuego just knocked down the biggest team in this match…AMAZING!

The cameras scroll around the ring as we begin to see the situation of all tag teams now. Brian and Mike are just getting to their feet after being mauled down by the Warriors, Mike King looking in a bad way with blood profusely pouring from his head. Ross and Marsham look out of it for the time being, after falling an incredible 20 feet from the top of the dome, Marsham actually being thrown from up into the air. A replay shows that as the fans cheer loudly once more. The Warriors are recovering slowly as they stay down after the El Fuego attack. Blade and Razor are almost on their feet now discussing strategy with each other. Idolized are now up, as are Nasty and Buck, Total Mayhem following them…and El Fuego stand tall in the center of the ring!

Daniels: This match has potential to be a classic, and still, absolutely any team could win this one.

Masters: Keep telling yourself that Jarred, but we all know I am always right, and Exiled, there going to be standing on that dome with their hands in the air, just watch and see.

Daniels: Well there back up now, as are Evan and Kyle, and of course the resident ‘insects’ apparently, El Fuego…OH AND THERE ARE TOTAL MAYHEM TOO!

The Mayhem Brothers seem to come out of no where as both grab Nasty, a three hundred pound man up on both Ezra and Jakob’s shoulders, in an electric chair position. Suddenly the drop backwards, hitting the back of Nasty’s skull into the steel mesh, his neck whip lashing off the top rope. Meanwhile, Buck now walks forwards, believing his partner is with him every step he makes. Buck stops dead, then looks around as he realizes Nasty is down and out, Kyle and Evan now running at Buck and hitting a DOUBLE TEAM ENZUIGURI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: NOO…Buck’s ears but be ringing after that…

Daniels: Can we see a replay of that Buck’s face when he realized his partner wa not by his side…PRICELESS!

Masters: I bet your enjoying this aren’t you Jarred.

Daniels: I am enjoying every single second of this match, William.

Idolized now back up begin to fight with El Fuego now. Total Mayhem meanwhile stomping down the injured Exiled. Kyle now grabs Krimzon…NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Kyle back up as El Pablo springboards off the ropes, diving over Kyle’s partner Evan…BODY PRESS…NO…KYLE WITH A DROPKICK IN MID AIR!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: My goodness me what athleticism. Kyle just hit a mid flight El Pablo with a dropkick, that could have torn him in half.

Evan now picks up Krimzon, but the Aerial Specialist fights free with right hand, then runs off towards the ropes…Krimzon dives up and vaults off the shoulders of Evan…THEN SOMERSAULTS IN MID AIR AND EVENTUALLY HITTING KYLE WITH A HURRICARANA!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: My God, these fans are loving this showdown between two of the most athletically gifted teams in CZW history.

Masters: Krimzon just jumped six feet into the air and then managed to somersault off the shoulders and what’s his name…THEN HIT A HURRICARANA…Oh my…my mind is scrambled Jarred, I need a glass of water.

El Pablo is back up now as Evan hits Krimzon from behind, then lifts him up for a back body drop, but Krimzon amazingly lands on his feet as El Pablo lifts Evan up from behind, holding him in position with a back body drop of his own, but he doesn’t drop him. Krimzon now climbs the ropes, standing on the top rope as the fans beg for another high flying attack. KRIMZON THEN DIVES OFF…DOUBLE TEAM MOVE…

Daniels: Wow El Pablo just hit a back body drop as Krimzon hit a flying leg drop off the top rope…these two are like twins, the way they thin as a team is magnificent.

Masters: Not looking…I can’t take anymore of there mind boggling attacks and stunts.

El Pablo and Krimzon Blaze now run off towards the ropes both opposite sides as they both hit a baseball slide into a kneeling Kyle Riley. As they stand, the whole arena is now on their feet clapping them, marveled by their quick pace ability. EP and KB now bang heads together like a high five, then begin to climb the steel structure simultaneously.

Daniels: This could be it these two guys are now going for the win…

Masters: Dammit someone get them, in a matter of seconds these insects will be out the exit and off the cage, there like freakish adaptations of Spiderman!

Meanwhile Total Mayhem are now brawling with Exiled, the battle between the two almost perfectly even. Razor and Blade though are now back up as are Mike and Brian, both were brawling again, but now have their eyes on the team of El Fuego. Razor and Blade climb after Krimzon, as Brian and Mike go after El Pablo, all six men high up the cage, about 12 feet into the air. As they come to the domed part, both EP and KB slow down, as both men of El Fuego get caught by their opponents.

Daniels: This is a dangerous spot these six men find themselves in, if they fall, well…look at Ross and Marsham, there still down now!

Brian and Mike have now caught El Pablo up, EP trying to fend them off with swift kicks, but the YA duo aren’t going anywhere. Meanwhile, Krimzon is beginning to lose grip as Razor and Blade are right by his side. Razor slams KB’s head right into the steel mesh, as Blade now hangs from the dome, his legs free to take heavy kicks at Blaze, knocking him totally off balance. The crowd are on the edge of their seats as both members of El Fuego seem to be in dire trouble.

Masters: They may be like insects, but their about to be exterminated. There’s only so far they can crawl now, and they have no where left to go.

Daniels: These fans even though they love Team XTC and El Fuego, I can almost see the delight in their eyes, knowing that there could be a high impact very soon.

Masters: Hahahahahaha the fans are abandoning them.

Daniels: That’s not what I said William. But these fans love to see big spots, and I have a feeling one is coming up right now!

Kirkland and King are now level with El Pablo, same with Razor and Blade being level with KB. They have a choice to make, crawl on and try to win, or take El Fuego down. Meanwhile, Total Mayhem have Exiled on the defense, Ezra just connecting with a huge choke slam on Buck as a replay is shown. Ezra and Jakob now double team Nasty, but all eyes rest tightly on the six men now 15 feet in the air. Blade and Razor seem to be making some sort of movement, KB completely trapped and no way of defending himself now.

Masters: I see them planning something, Jarred.

Daniels: Do you think they are planning to climb past KB and get towards the exit..

Masters: I DON’T THINK SO JARRED…

Daniels: OH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***CRASH***

Masters: KRIMZON BLAZE JUST GOT EXTERMINATED!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: THE CUT THROAT THRILLERS…THEY JUST HIT A DOUBLE SHIRANUI FROM THE TOP OF THE CELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY FUCK…HOLY FUCK…HOLY FUCK…

Masters: Krimzon Blaze isn’t moving…WAIT…SURELY NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***CRASH***

Daniels: YOUTHFUL AGGRESSION JUST TOOK EL PABLO OFF THE TOP OF THE CELL WITH A…WITH A…MY GOD WILLIAM WHAT WAS THAT?!

Masters: IT LOOKED LIKE A DOUBLE CURTAIN CALL…AND WE CAN CALL THE CURTAIN ON THE MATCH FOR EL FUEGO…MY GOD!

THIS IS AWESOME…THIS IS AWESOME…THIS IS AWESOME!

The arena is completely electrified by the unique and monstrous move from these two teams. El Pablo and Krimzon Blaze lie in a pile of what could be broken bones. They don’t move. Youthful Aggression and Cut Throat Thrillers try to stand, but even they can’t after those heavy impacts, the steel structure still echoing and vibrating as the fans chant. Total Mayhem and the Warriors who are now back up just stand in awe, not even making any movement. Suddenly Nasty is back up as he takes Ezra down with a Spear. Jakob notices as he walks towards Nasty who seems fired up, now kicking Jakob in the gut, and lifting the near three hundred pound man up onto his shoulders…NASTY BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: My goodness me, my ears are ringing, I can’t hear anything over these fans and I just believe, Nasty has hit his finisher on one of the Mayhem Brothers.

Masters: Jakob I believe it was Jarred.

Daniels: Thanks William.

The arena is still buzzing as the Warriors now begin to double team Nasty. Kong lifts Nasty up onto his shoulders as he drops him with a AIRPLANE SLAM! Sawyer then drops a big Leg Drop down on Nasty, the fans beginning to calm down, the commotion settling but the six men still down and feeling the strain. Suddenly Buck explodes from the corner aiming for Sawyer and hits him with a clothesline, almost spinning the big man in mid air 360 degrees. Buck carries on as he begins to lay into Kong with heavy lefts and rights. Buck then tries to lift Kong up…

Masters: Is Buck insane, this would be like lifting a bungalow!

Daniels: He nearly has him, what tremendous strength show here by Buck, and he is going for his…MISSISSIPPI TWISTER…

…NO…IDOLIZED ARE ON THE TURNBUCKLES…WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?!

Masters: Watch out Buckaroo!!!!!!!!!!!

Both Evan and Kyle shoot off from opposite corners, hitting a double dropkick onto Buck, who falls, Kong landing across his windpipe!

Masters: NOOOOO BUCK COULD HAVE JUST BEEN SQUASHED! Engulfed by the flab of this Kong!

Daniels: I thin your overreacting some how there William, but your right, Buck is having trouble breathing here…

Masters: Well of course he is you scrounger…he just got a sumo wrestler on his darn face!

Idolized celebrate as they now watch Sawyer stand up, Evan and Kyle beginning to hit martial arts kicks on him, but he shrugs them off with ease. Sawyer then viciously head butts Evan who goes flying, then grabs Kyle by the throat and lifts him up. Just as he is about to drop him though, Evan is back up and baseball slides the leg of Sawyer as he drops to his knees, Kyle then dropping him further with a DDT! As Idolized begin to celebrate again, another man stands up, this time the Champions not even noticing him.

Daniels: Its Chris Ross back up William, he hasn’t been up since his fall from the top a few minutes ago.

Masters: It was about five minutes ago Jarred, but now he looks to be enraged.

Chris Ross grabs Evan from behind, literally grabbing his head and then throwing him half way across the ring. Kyle looks to see where his partner is gone as Chris Ross now begins to hit hard knife edge chops, the echo spreading around the arena…

WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ross now Irish whips Kyle to the ropes as he springs off, ducks a clothesline and carries on, Kyle then diving hitting a flying forearm…NO…CHRIS ROSS GRABS HIM IN MID AIR…THE WIPE OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: I don’t think I was wrong Jarred when I commented on how enraged this three hundred pounder was, he just made the Tag Team Champions look like little kids. Daniels: Yeah he may not have been involved in this match as much as he would of liked, but right now, he is on fire.

Ross picks up Kyle, then throws him into the corner where Evan was leaning, propping both men up against each other. Ross then steps back and charges towards them like a freight train…BIG CORNER SPLASH…both members of Idolized flop to the ground in a charismatic style…KENEDA KONG IS UP AGAIN THOUGH…ROSS RUNS ON…ROARING ELBOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Ross has just demolished the Tag Champs on his own, and now has just taken down a near four hundred pound man.

Masters: Did I ever mention my pick to win this match was Ross and Marsham?!

Daniels: Oh change your pick now…WAIT…NASTY IS BACK UP…ROSS LOOK OUT…BIG BOOT!

Masters: Scratch that, my pick is and always has been Nasty and Buck.

Daniels: Typical.

Nasty picks Ross up now as Ross fights back, a big brawl embroiling as Ross gets the better, Irish whips Nasty to the ropes but no he reverses, now Ross running at pace…Ross goes for a body splash…AMAZINGLY NASTY CATCHES HIM…THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF THE KING PIN CAUGHT…BACKBREAKER! Nasty stands up, now having taken down a Ross that was all fired up, Marsham now back up though.

Masters: Its about time the mystery entry was back up and back in this match, Jarred.

Daniels: And Buck back up too, these two men fought not that long ago, all vying for the IC Title that Marsham now holds.

Masters: Times have changed though Jarred, Marsham isn’t in a triple threat match here, Buck and Nasty have untied to make the greatest force in this match. Get him boys.

Buck goes in for a right hand as Marsham ducks, then dropkicks his left knee as Buck drops to his knees. Marsham gets back up but Nasty quickly grabs him, now grabbing both of Marsham’s arms from behind, Justin struggling but can’t escape the grasp of the Living Legend. Buck now stands up, holding his leg, looking at Marsham with disgust in his face. ‘You may be the IC Champ son, but you ain’t takin’ these belts from us Marsham!’

Masters: You hear that Jarred, Buck just told Marsham that he is not going to destroy the chances of Exiled becoming the Tag Champions…

Daniels: And now Buck has a free shot at Marsham, he has no where to go as Nasty holds him, Buck winds up with all his strength as he now swings…OH…MARSHAM DUCKS…NASTY JUST GOT A RIGHT HAND FROM BUCKAROO!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: NOOOO That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Marsham now grabs Buck from behind who was trying to apologize to his buddy. Marsham grabs Buck…COBRA CLUTCH RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Nasty now gets back to his feet as Marsham is waiting. Nasty begins to chase Marsham around the ring as the IC Champion then with extreme athleticism springs himself up onto the top turnbuckle and crawls up the cage, nasty now looking on down below…MARSHAM THOUGH FLIES OFF…

Daniels: MARSHAM GOING AIRBOURNE…NO…NASTY GRABS HIM IN MID AIR…WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO HERE…

Masters: GORILLA PRESS…AHHHHHHH MARSHAM REVERSES…DAMMIT WHY CAN’T THESE TWO GET THIS MAN…

Daniels: MY GOD…WHAT HE CALLS A WICKED DRIVER II AND HOW DID HE DO THAT TO A MAN NASTY’S SIZE?!

Masters: I DON’T KNOW BUT NASTY COULD BE DEAD…AHHHHH…HE LANDED ON HIS HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd seem to have liked that high powered move, Nasty landing pretty dangerously down on his head and neck from that Tilt-a-Whirl Piledriver attack. Marsham stands tall as Chris Ross now stands beside him. All of a sudden, a man runs down to ringside, and it looks like Kimo!

Daniels: What in the World is Kimo doing down here?! Does Ross really need more help?

Masters: This Jamaican thug is full of tricks, can’t these bloody referees sustain some damn order in this match and throw that vagabond back to where he came from!

Daniels: That is exactly what they are doing, but Kimo seems to have something in his hands…OH AND HE THROWS WHATEVER IT IS INSIDE THE CAGE!

Chris Ross nods his head at Kimo as he gets escorted out. Ross now picking up what looks to be a bag. The fans make mixed reactions here, wanting more and more violence. Ross now tips the contents on the floor, Marsham looking a little concerned, Ross with a huge grin on his face…

Daniels: MY GOD WILLIAM THEY ARE BOLTS! WE HAVE SEVERAL BOLTS NOW SCATTERED AROUND THE RING!

Masters: Bolts?! What in the World does Ross and Kimo want with bolts?!

Daniels: I don’t know, but you have to think, whoever goes into these bolts are going to be taken completely out of this contest.

ULTRAVIOLENT…ULTRAVIOLENT…ULTRAVIOLENT…

Masters: And these fans are just as twisted and demonic as Ross.

Marsham turns around, shaking his head in disappointment that Ross has now brought bolts into this contest. As he turns around, Total Mayhem seem to be back up, and standing tall. Marsham looks up as he notices the two, then shakes his head again as to mouth…not again. Ezra then unleashes an almighty throat thrust knocking Marsham up and back first into the steel mesh. Ross then fights Ezra toe to toe, the fight even, both standing over the metal bolts that now spread across the canvas. Suddenly Jakob enters the fight, both Mayhem brothers knocking Ross back into the ropes. Ezra and Jakob then sit Ross onto the top turnbuckle, the fans now standing sensing something big. Ezra hits Ross with a few more shots to the head, as both Mayhem brothers now grab Ross by the throat…

Masters: Oh dear…Dear Ross…you know how you introduced those bolts into the match…well Total Mayhem want to introduce YOU to the BOLTS!!!!

Daniels: OH MY…ROSS JUST GOT DOUBLE SUPER CHOKESLAMMED STRAIGHT INTO THE METAL BOLTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: I CAN’T HARDLY WATCH THAT JARRED…THE STEEL OBJECTS JUST STUCK RIGHT INTO THE SPINE OF ROSS!

Daniels: Lets see a replay of that folks, oh my, Ross crashing into several of those bolts. Look at that sight, as the cameras close in, we can see the bolts actually sticking into the back of Ross, we have another man now bleeding.

The fans scream, loving the sight of Ross writhing on the floor now with bolts sticking from his body. Marsham gets back up as he tries to attack the Brothers, but once again, made to look like a rag doll as Ezra throws him off. Jakob then follows up as he grabs Marsham, who tries to struggle free…LIGHTS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: THE BROTHERS JUST TORN THE DUO OF ROSS AND MARSHAM APART!

Masters: And I think Kimo may thing twice before showing his face in another match again…

Daniels: What a horrid sight…Ross with over five bolts attached to his own back!

Masters: And if you look at the situation now, it’s the six biggest men on their feet now, and ready for the battle of dominance.

William Masters is exactly right, as Total Mayhem patrol the ring, Kong and Sawyer find themselves on the opposite side, now staring across at two near seven footers. Meanwhile, Buck and Nasty stand in another corner, seeming to discuss strategy. The crowd roar with delight as the six biggest men step towards each other, now ready to go all out once more. The sweat drips from their skin, even though they may have the least stamina, they still stand ready for action. Buck runs at Ezra who begin to brawl, Kong coming in behind them, as those three men start their own triple threat action. Meanwhile, Nasty steps away from the pack as he begins to climb. Jakob and Sawyer are going toe to toe, Jakob getting the better as he knocks Sawyer down with a strong throat thrust. Sawyer gets to his feet as Jakob lifts him up again…SIDEWALK SLAM!

Daniels: My Goodness, Sawyer narrowly missed a few of those bolts right there, the ones that aren’t sticking into the spine of the King Pin.

Masters: And while these giants are fighting, clever Big Nasty is finding his own way to the escape hole.

Buck and Ezra are now choking each other, as Kong tries to help his partner, hitting a running head butt into the heart of Jakob. Kong now lifts Jakob up…SNAKE EYES…and Kong now grabs him…HUGE Spinebuster. Kong now gets up, looking across the ring, and seeing Nasty who has now reaches the dome part of the cell, looking like a giant slug crawling to freedom. Kong begins to track Nasty down as he denies him the freedom he so desperately wants. As Kong follows him, Buck and Ezra’s battle gets more vicious as Buck picks up the blade which was apart of the match almost 30 minutes before. Buck now begins to scrape the razor blade across the skull of Ezra, blood immediately spurting out from the severed skin. Buck now begins to chew the cut like it was a piece of gristle. Luckily for Ezra, his partner Jakob is back up and hit’s a forearm smash on Buck as he drops the blade. Jakob now lifts Buck up onto the shoulders of his Brother, as they hit a Double Spiked Power bomb.

Daniels: Great double team move there by the Brothers. Meanwhile, Kong and Nasty seem to be battling it out above the ring, these two men combined weigh over 600 pounds.

Masters: And look over on the other side, there is Sawyer somehow out of no where making his way up the cage.

Daniels: And if I’m not mistaken, I believe Jakob has just ordered his Brother to go and track him down, so now we have four giant men climbing the cage!

Ezra goes after Sawyer, Mr. Godzilla now reaching the domed part. Ezra climbs as his blood drips down to the canvas below. Jakob now picks up Buck again, however Buck fights back with a rake to the eyes, almost falling over the body of El Pablo who still looks to be unconscious, Buck now shoulders barging Jakob into the corner. Buck begins to choke down Jakob now, trying to suck the life out of him. Meanwhile, Nasty and Kong have almost made it to the hole in the top, a large shadow raining down upon the ring as these two giants clamber over it. Buck now beats Jakob down, then actually uses him to climb up the turnbuckle, reaching the steel mesh and now climbing up that.

Masters: That’s it Bucko, climb my precious, CLIMB!

Daniels: Okay now your just becoming deranged. And look at this situation now, not only do we have Nasty and Kong battling at the top on one side, we have Ezra and Sawyer now reaching the top on the other side. NOW…WE ALSO HAVE BUCK…AND WHAT IS THIS…MY GOD…JAKOB IS FOLLOWING HIM!

Masters: AHHHHHH WE HAVE 6 SUPERHEAVYWEIGHTS CLIMBING UP THE CAGE!

The crowd roar with excitement as the structure rattles, even creaking as the weight of these six men maybe unbearable for the steel prison. At a combined weight of a massive 1815 lbs, these six men reach the top, now desperately fighting to crawl through the top of this amazing asylum. Buck and Jakob are finger tips away from reaching the exit point, so are Sawyer and Ezra on a 90 degree angle from Buck and Jakob. Then on the opposite side of Sawyer and Ezra are Nasty and Kong, all six men now just feet away from the exit hole.

Daniels: I WOULD NOT LIKE TO BE THE RING RIGHT NOW!

Masters: I wouldn’t like to be a competitor either, especially one of these giants up on the top of the cage.

Daniels: Do you realize that is nearly 2000 lbs worth of superstars up there now, normally we would see X Division stars battling upon a cage like this, these men are on average 300 lbs each. It is quite remarkable.

Masters: I can see the cage giving way, can you hear that creaking and shaking…

Daniels: Erm William that is your legs, would you calm down.

Masters: WE HAVE ALMOST 2000 LBS 20 FEET ABOVE US…AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?!

The fans certainly aren’t settling down either, now all on their feet, taking pictures or just looking across at these men in awe. Buck and Jakob begin to lay fists upon one another…Sawyer and Ezra now bashing each other’s head into the steel, Ezra’s face now a crimson mask. Nasty and Kong doing exactly the same. Suddenly Nasty slips, as he hangs on with one hand, the fans cheering loudly.

Masters: These evil hoodlums, wanting poor Nasty to fall to his death here.

Daniels: it’s okay William, he has managed to climb back up, that was close for him though. How long will this battle continue?!

Masters: Until Exiled walk out the Tag Champs, Jarred.

Meanwhile, inside the ring, a few of the other guys are making it to their feet. Up first seems to be Idolized, looking fairly okay compared to the other six men who fell earlier. Marsham is the third man up, as Kirkland and Mike seem to be making their way up, Mike with stains of blood over his whole body it seems. Ross at the moment can’t stand but signs of life is seeable. Blood stains his thick skin. Razor and Blade begin to lever themselves up now too on the ropes.

Daniels: Well we thought this match was down to these three teams up 20 feet high, but now it seems it’s anyone’s game.

Masters: That may be true Jarred, but these six men up at the top are just inches away from freedom, and the guys down below look like they could collapse any second, never mind climb 20 feet up a domed steel cage.

Daniels: Talk about passing out, I wouldn’t be surprised to see one of these guys drop from the top, look at their faces, they are losing grip, this could be a monstrous fall.

Masters: Your just a damn jinx Jarred.

Idolized are now fully up as they look up at the men above them, before they can pursue them though, Marsham attacks both of them. Quickly after that, Razor and Blade join in, now starting a mass brawl. Before long, Mike and Brian are quickly into the brawl, a mass of bloodied, tired, broken looking men now fighting fist to fist. SUDDENLY…El Pablo and Krimzon Blaze almost kip up in a charismatic fashion, simultaneously reaching their feet and diving into the pack of men. Ross even now up, literally pulling and yanking bolts out of his own body.

Masters: There is a mass brawl down below now, these men even though there on their death beds, still seem to be fighting, like their damn zombies or something.

Daniels: And these men on top now, OH MY…ALL SIX MEN ARE TRYING TO SQUEEZE THROUGH THE HOLE AT THE TOP…

Masters: As you said before Jarred, the hole is probably only big enough for two men to fit through, I mean hell…I’M NOT EVEN SURE KONG COULD FIT THROUGH ON HIS OWN!

Daniels: THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET, THIS MATCH HAS JUST BEEN GIVEN A KICK OF LIFE, FANS CHANTING FOR EL FUEGO, YOUTHFUL AGGRESSION, SOME EVEN CHANTING YOUR LOVABLE EXILED…THIS ARENA HAS COME ALIVE…

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OH MY…

THESE SIX MEN…ALL OF THEM…THEY SEEM TO BE…

Masters: TIMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***

HOLY FUCK…HOLY FUCK…HOLY FUCK…HOLY FUCK…

CZW…CZW…CZW…CZW…

THIS IS AWESOME…THIS IS AWESOME…THIS IS AWESOME…

Daniels: MY GOD I THINK THE RING HAS BLOWN UP…ALL SIX MEN…THAT IS NEARLY 2000 POUNDS OF WEIGHT HAS CRASHED DOWN ONTO THE 10 OTHER MEN DOWN BELOW…HOLY FUC-

Masters: JARRED WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE…THESE FANS ARE DESECRATING OUR SPORT WITH THEIR CHANTS…

Daniels: HOW CAN YOU BLAME THEM…THEY…WE…I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL SIXTEEN MEN ARE DOWN…ONE TEAM CAN WIN…MY GOD WHO WILL IT BE?!

Masters: Lets take a look at that replay again if we can, and MY GOD even the cameraman fell over, it shook the entire arena.

THIS IS AWESOME…THIS IS AWESOME…THIS IS AWESOME…

Daniels: I just can’t believe what transpired here just then, six of the biggest men in CZW crashing down twenty feet down onto 10 other superstars. The EMT’s are down, and more referees, we need even more, this is insane…A TRUE ASYLUM!

The fans are still drowning out the arena as all 16 men lie hurt on the canvas, bolts scattered around the place, the whole arena in a frenzy.

Daniels: So we have 16 men down, if one man or one team is going to shine above the rest, now is the time.

Masters: I am trying to will Nasty and Buck up, but it’s just not working.

Daniels: Are you telepathic?! NO! Already though, after that huge impact, there seems to be movement. And you just feel that the first man up, could very well get the win for their team.

The 16 men begin to move. Ross and Marsham, Idolized, Warriors, El Fuego, Exiled, Mayhem, Thrillers and Youthful Aggression, all trying to rise. The fans don’t give up, all chanting and cheering for their respective favorites. The atmosphere after almost 60 minutes of this mammoth contest is still through the roof. Slowly a few men begin to rise. First we see is Sawyer, the big man back up. Next is Evan out of Idolized. Then Nasty is seen rising.

Masters: HE’S UP…HE IS UP JARRED…

Daniels: I bet you say that to him all the time.

Slowly El Pablo now rises which get s huge cheer from the fans. Next up is Marsham, the IC Champion. Then Razor and Jakob is up too. Before long, these guys are crawling up the cage, all different sections, and then Kirkland is the final man up, the rest seeming to be down and out.

Masters: THEIR GETTING THERE…ONE WILL COME OUT THE GLORY HOLE!

Daniels: My God William do you have to be so explicit.

Eight men all from different teams scale the torturous dome of steel. The fans stand to their feet one more time. First to reach the dome 15 feet up is El Pablo, making the others look slow, however Evan quickly reaches their next. Sawyer powers his way towards it as does Nasty and Jakob. Razor, Brian and Marsham are their last, but all eight men now in a circle, all with the exit in sight.

Masters: COME ON NASTY!

Daniels: I hate to hurt your feelings here William, but El Pablo is clearly the quickest here, he has the advantage.

Masters: Rubbish, Nasty is stronger, he will get their first.

Daniels: Maybe it will be one of the other six, anything can happen now!

All men seem so close now, just one can escape first, the fans chant for a few of them, mainly El Pablo who is still ahead of the rest. Suddenly Nasty reaches over with his ling arm and thrashes EP’s head into the mesh steel. The fans boo heavily, as Nasty now overtakes him, one hand actually on the rim of steel around the exit hole. Sawyer isn’t far behind though, but as he reaches the exit, Evan begins to kick him, making him lose grip. Kirkland and Razor are now grappling, both hanging from just their legs now. Ezra seems to be grappling with Sawyer now too, Mr. Godzilla finding himself stuck between Ezra Mayhem and Evan Tyler. One man who has no pressure now is Marsham who finds himself free. Marsham reaches the rim, but finally Nasty catches him with a strong right hand. Marsham now hangs on with one hand.

Daniels: Marsham is dangling William, and Razor and BK are hanging from just their legs.

Masters: These guts a going to fall a long way down. And Nasty is so close now…

Daniels: So is El Pablo…

Inn actual fact, all eight men are closing in, and all have a grip on the steel rim that circulates around the oval opening.

EL FUEGO…EL FUEGO…EL FUEGO…

WARRIORS…WARRIORS…WARRIORS…

KIRKLAND…KIRKLAND…KIRKLAND…

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EVAN TYLER…KYLE RILEY…IDOLIZED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: The Champions retained?! They kept the titles inside a cage full of 14 other challenges?! I am shocked…

Daniels: I think were all a little shocked William, partly from the outcome, and also from what we witness, what a match!

Masters: But…IDOLIZED WON?!

Daniels: Wow, your taking this pretty badly, I think we should go for a break now folks, we all need a break from that match, what was nearly an hour long, and had everything in it, once again. We need a break!

Masters: Idolized won…

Daniels: Oh dear, this could be a long night, join us in a few moments when we have our second ever, TOOLE SHED MATCH! don’t go anywhere!

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-=- TOOLE SHED LAST MAN STANDING MATCH -=-
“The OGT” MAYNARD O’TOOLE vs. “Bad Ass” MATT COVEY

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The scaffolding has been set up above the ring, weapons all littered atop it. Down below, the glass tables have been arranged, and we are ready for CZW’s second ever TOOLE SHED MATCH!!

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a TOOLE SHED Match, and it can only end when one competitor is unable to answer the 10 count!”

“Die MF, Die” by Dope blares through the arena, causing the fans to erupt into a mass chorus of jeers. From behind the curtain steps ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey dressed in a pair of jeans and his steel-toed boots, as well as heavily taped fists. He glares at the crowd from the stage and the fans nearly drown out his music as they voice their hatred.

Towers: “Making his way to the ring first, from ‘wherever he damn well pleases,’ he is CZW’s one and only ‘Bad Ass,’ MATT COVEY!!”

Covey walks to ringside, cigarette lit in his mouth. He snuffs it under his boot as he nears the far side of the scaffolding, grinning as he approaches one of the glass tables. Grinning, he holds up his taped fists and DRIVES them into one of the tables! The glass shatters and Covey slowly raises his fists, the shards of glass now sticking to the tape! Much like last week, he drags the glass down his own chest, the pain seeming to set him off even more. The music dies out and there is a few moments where the only sound heard is the capacity crowd booing ‘the Bad Ass.’ Finally, “Symphony of Destruction” kicks in, and the crowd jumps to their feet as Maynard slowly stalks out onto the ramp dressed in jeans, boots, and his leather jacket, a wicked glare in his eyes.

Towers: “And his opponent, from Fayetteville, North Carolina, he is ‘the OGT,’ MAYNARD O’TOOLE!!”

Maynard marches straight down to ringside, his eyes locked with Covey’s in a vicious stare-down. He gets to ringside and he and Covey stare down from either side of the scaffolding. Referee Darrin Powers will officiate this match, and he motions for the two competitors to climb the scaffolding. They both oblige, each slowly pacing each other up their respective ladders. Finally they make it to the top, and Powers calls for the bell!

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Daniels: “And just like that, they’re off! The bell sounds and Covey and O’Toole charge each other! Covey swings a glass-coated fist at Maynard, but O’Toole blocks, the heavy leather of that jacket likely saving him a whole lot of pain right there! Maynard retaliates with a right hand of his own, and O’Toole takes control, rocking Covey back with a heavy series of punches to the face!”

Masters: “Covey is the LAST person I would want to get in a fist fight with! Is O’Toole really that stupid!?”

Daniels: “Well, he’s definitely that PISSED, that’s for sure! O’Toole rocks Covey back and grabs a crutch hanging from the scaffolding!”

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Daniels: “Maynard busts the crutch over Covey’s head, and the fans here are LOVING it! He discards the broken crutch, tossing it off of the scaffolding, and he pulls Covey to his feet, and it looks like he’s going to attempt a suplex way up there! It connects!!”

Masters: “The whole set-up shook with that one! Hopefully the guys who built that scaffolding are smarter than YOU, Daniels, otherwise the whole thing might fall apart before our very eyes!”

Daniels: “I’m sure it’ll be sturdy enough to survive, don’t worry. Maynard now with a crowbar! He’s sizing up ‘the Bad Ass’ now, winding up with it as if it were a bat! Covey stands and Maynard charges in…Covey ducks! O’Toole with a wild swing and he catches nothing but air! He turns and Covey is ready for him, and he drives his glass-coated fist right to O’Toole’s head!! Maynard staggers back, and Covey lays into him with a second left hand. And a third! Covey with a huge right hand and O’Toole falls onto his back, gazing up at the lights as the blood begins to flow!!”

Masters: “It’s a bad sign for someone to be bleeding this early in a match. The longer the match goes on, the more blood you lose, and the harder it is to win. It’s that simple.”

Daniels: “Can’t disagree with you there, Covey is at a distinct advantage now! He picks up the crowbar, tapping the railing with it as Maynard pushes himself to his feet. Covey from behind…OH, GOD!”

Masters: “Right to the back of the knee!! Bad enough to O’Toole was bleeding already, now he’s CRIPPLED, too!!”

Daniels: “Covey stands over Maynard now with that crowbar and DRIVES it down over the leg one more time! What sickening impact!! ‘Bad Ass’ drags O’Toole to the side of the scaffolding, pulling him up and pressing him against the rail by the throat! HE’S GOING TO SEND HIM OVER!!”

Masters: “Night-night, Maynard!! What a quick match this wa-OH!!”

Daniels: “MAYNARD WITH A STAPLE GUN!! RIGHT INTO COVEY’S CHEEK!! That definitely stunned him!!”

Masters: “Where did he even GET that!?”

Daniels: “Who knows WHAT devilish weapons are worked into that scaffolding!? Maynard found one out of desperation though, and it seemed to pay off!! Covey is staggered, holding his face, and Maynard catches his breath…now grabbing Covey by the hair and LAYING INTO HIM!! REPEATED STAPLE-GUN SHOTS TO THE BACK!! Covey roars in pain!! Maynard now shoving him against the railing, trying to shove him up and over and into the glass below!!”

Masters: “NO!! HOLD ON, COVEY!!”

Daniels: “He’s almost up and over but…Covey has a length of chain now and he swings it back! O’Toole is knocked back as the chain whips him right across the forehead! He staggers back in a daze and Covey lunges at him, spearing him down on top of the scaffolding!! COVEY CHOKING MAYNARD WITH THE CHAIN!!”

Masters: “That’s right! Choke the life out of him!! I love it!!”

Daniels: “O’Toole is fading now, reaching for that staple gun! His fingertips are nearly on it, but Covey knocks it away! O’TOOLE WITH A TIRE IRON TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!”

Masters: “WHAT!?”

Daniels: “Maynard feinted him! He went after the staple gun to distract Covey, and then grabbed the tire iron instead!! Covey seem to fall in slow motion there!! He might be out of it!! O’Toole slowly pulling himself up now, using the rails!! Darrin Powers now counting Covey out!!”

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Masters: “That’s it!! That’s gotta be it!!”

Daniels: “Maynard has to answer the 10 count, or it certainly WILL be!! “

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Masters: “He’s out!! Might as well ring the bell now!!”

Daniels: “He’s technically still standing, but…oh, no, Covey now dumps him OVER THE RAIL!! Somehow O’Toole manages to catch the edge!! Maynard O’Toole dangling from the scaffolding, 50’ in the air!! COVEY IS GOING TO STOMP HIS FINGERS!! NO-…wait, Covey now hesitating, a sadistic grin crossing his face!! You can see he has blood running down the side of his head from that tire iron shot, and that does nothing but make him look even more deranged!! Covey turns back and…good lord, he has the staple gun!!”

Masters: “I know where this is going!!”

Daniels: “Unfortunately, so does everyone else here!! Covey taunting ‘the OGT’ with the staple gun and…”

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Daniels: “RIGHT ON THE HAND!! O’Toole screams in pain but he manages to hold on for dear life!! Again Covey with the staple gun, this time in the other hand!! Maynard loses his grip for a moment, but he grabs ahold again!! Covey with a third!! MAYNARD’S LEFT HAND SLIPS OFF!! He’s dangling by ONE HAND!!”

Masters: “This is the end!!”

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Daniels: “What the…Frank Finch!! AND HE’S GOT HELLENA!!”

Masters: “That kidnapping bastard!! What is he doing out here!!”

Daniels: “I’d guess a well-timed distraction, personally! Covey yells out at Finch who has Hellena, her hands bound and her mouth taped over! …fortunately…”

Masters: “What was that, Daniels!?”

Daniels: “Just that I’m glad we don’t have to hear her grating voice, that’s all! And look!! O’Toole…HE’S GOT A SLEDGEHAMMER!!”

Masters: “WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!?”

Daniels: “He just pulled it from under his jacket, I believe!! Covey turns back to O’Toole with the staple gun, and Maynard jabs the maul right into his GROIN!! Covey hits the ground like a sack-“

Masters: “NO! Don’t say SACK at a time like this!!”

Daniels: “…of potatoes! Maynard drops his hammer, unable to hold it any longer and it falls, bashing through the glass below!! He begins to fight his way back up onto the ramp, the crowd cheering him on! He swings his leg up…and he’s able to roll back onto the scaffold!! Covey and Maynard both slowly pulling themselves up with the rails, and Finch watches from the stage with a wide grin on his-wait, behind Finch…ALAN FISCUS!!”

Masters: “HE HAS NO BUSINESS BEING OUT HERE!!”

Daniels: “Well, he’s headed down to ringside!! Maybe he’s finally ready to get himself some payback!! Fiscus to the ladder and he ascends up to the scaffolding above! He moves over to Covey and pulls him up by the hair, staring straight into his eyes!! Covey stares right back, his face a bloody mess on one side and…Covey smiles! Alan smiles as well!! Both Covey and Alan now laughing at eachother!! Maynard looks a bit confused…I know I sure as hell am!! What is-CORKSCREW STUNNER!!”

Masters: “NOOOOOO!!”

Daniels: “FISCUS TAKES COVEY OUT WITH THE CORKSCREW STUNNER, AND NOW HE’S DRILLING HIM WITH PUNCHES TO THE HEAD!! The fans here are going ballistic as Fiscus finally gets his vengeance!! Finally he stands, his fists red with Covey’s blood. He slowly paces back and looks to O’Toole, nodding to him. Maynard with a sick grin on his face as he hobbles over to Covey… ‘the OGT’ pulling Covey up and lifts him up in a MILITARY PRESS!! HE’S GOING TO PITCH HIM OVER THE EDGE!! Maynard with-OH MY GOD!!”

Masters: “WHAT!? FISCUS SHOVES O’TOOLE!! MAYNARD AND COVEY BOTH FALL!!”

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Daniels: “Dear LORD!! I-I can’t believe what I’m seeing!! O’Toole and Covey have just fallen into a mass of glass tables, and Alan Fiscus pushed them BOTH!! The fans are outraged as Alan quickly makes his way off the scaffolding and up the ramp! Frank Finch can’t believe it, either, asking Alan what the hell he’s doing!”

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Daniels: “Done!? What could that mean!?”

Masters: “I don’t know, but it looks like Darrin Powers is going to count both men down in that…that sick graveyard of glass!!”

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*ding-ding-ding!*

Daniels: “INCREDIBLE!! Maynard has done it!! And he instantly collapses back into the glass as the bell rings!!”

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest…’the OGT,’ MAYNARD O’TOOLE!!!”

Paramedics rush the ring to tend to both men, and ring staff do their best to try and clear some of the debris so that they can be helped out. The fans cheer for O’Toole’s victory, but many are still in shock about what transpired just moments ago.

Masters: Bloody hell, well he may have won tonight, but this is far from over, this man thinks he can do this to Matt Covey without getting hurt, Jesse Montana will see to it that this man gets hurt, Jarred.

Daniels: And how come your so knowledgeable of that?! Huh? Although I have seen you, sucking up to that pair, hanging around their every move and looking like some slithering slug…

Masters: Jealous are we?! The fact remains, O’Toole may have won this match tonight, in some sort of deranged environment, but once he gets into that ring again with Matt and Jesse, his celebrations will be over!

Daniels: And maybe you should leave that for Montana or Covey to state. Now, I can hardly wait, No Remorse II has been remarkable so far, and now, we have our main event, this will not be for the faint hearted.

Masters: This whole PPV is not for the bloody faint hearted.

Daniels: See you after this folks.

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-=- CZW MAIN EVENT - WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH -=-
SHAWN WATERS vs. “The Gambler” ACE KING ©

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DANIELS: Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our main event of the evening. After several BRUTAL matches, after a chaotic night, we have finally reached the world heavyweight championship bout, between Shawn Waters and current champ, Ace King.

MASTERS: It has been bloody hell to say the least, Jarred. We’ve seen a ladder match, a green house match, a steel asylum match, and a bloody Toole Shed, last man standing match, I don’t know how these two men are going to follow those acts.

DANIELS: Well, we are talking about Ace King and Shawn Waters, I am sure they will close out this pay per view right. Let’s go to Jessica Towers, in the ring.

TOWERS: LADIES AND….GENTLEMEN….This is the CZW No Remorse, main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall and it is for…THE CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

'4 Words (To Choke Upon)' by Bullet for my Valentine blasts through out the Sioux Falls Arena as Shawn Waters steps from out of the back to a sea of boos from the crowd.

MASTERS: THAT man, right there could very well be our new champion and I would love it.

DANIELS: Well you may be right, William but you’re forgetting about one man that stands in his way, that man being our current world champ, Ace King.

Shawn arrogantly makes his way down the isle, baring a huge smirk on his face as he motions to his waist that he will get the world title.

TOWERS: Introducing the challenger, weighing in at two hundred, twenty five pounds. He hails from Sydney, Australia.....he is….SHAWN….WATERRRRRRSSS!!!!!

MASTERS: OH, Waters is looking extra confident, this does not bode well for The Gambler, if you ask me.

DANIELS: Well you say confident, I say arrogant.

Shawn sits atop the turnbuckle, awaiting Ace King to arrive.

“Ace of Spades” by Motorhead blasts through out the arena and the fans erupt in cheers as Ace King makes his way out from the back.

DANIELS: I can barely hear his theme music over the roar of this crowd. Here comes our world champion, and he looks more focused than ever.

TOWERS: Introducing the champion, weighing in at two hundred, five pounds. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada…..he is THE CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….THE GAMBLER….ACE….KIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!

MASTERS: Yes, well we will see about that, Ace King is about to get slapped back down from reality, by Shawn Waters.

DANIELS: What was that, William? I still can’t hear you over this crowd.

Masters writes down “KISS MY ASS” on a notepad and hands it to Daniels.

MASTERS: Okay well then read that.

DANIELS: Very mature, William, very mature.

Ace and Shawn meet, nose to nose in the middle of the ring. Ace holds his world title in Shawn’s face before he hands it over to the referee. Jessica Towers gets the hell out of dodge as the referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

DANIELS: Here we go, this world title match is under way. Shawn nails Ace with a vicious punch to the face and Ace returns the favor, back and forth they go. Ace whips Shawn into the ropes, here comes Shawn off the rebound and Ace nails him with a standing dropkick. Ace picks Shawn up by his hair and executes a snap suplex.

MASTERS: Shawn is just playing possum, any minute now he will snap back to reality and Ace will regret the day he ever challenged that man.

DANIELS: Well right now, your boy doesn’t look so good. Ace climbs the turnbuckle and signals to the crowd, he falls….DIVING HEADBUTT BUT HE MISSES! Shawn rolled out of the way in the nick of time.

MASTERS: You were saying, Jarred? I told you Shawn would come back. Shawn is now punishing Ace with severe kicks to the head.

DANIELS: Shawn is on the offense now with, continuing with those vicious kicks to the head. Shawn grabs Ace and nails him with a one handed bulldog, Shawn goes for the cover.

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DANIELS: That was so close but Ace King manages to kick out of that pin by Shawn Waters. Shawn is arguing with referee, what a rookie move by a man that has been in this company for over a year. Shawn turns around only to be greeted by the champ and….

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DANIELS: HIGH ROLLER!!! ACE GOES FOR THE PIN NOW!!!

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DANIELS: Shawn kicks out and right in the nick of time. What an impressive double knee face breaker by the champ, he calls that the high roller. Ace picks Shawn up and whips him into the ropes. Ace follows behind and nails Shawn with an aggressive clothesline into the turnbuckle. Ace begins punishing Shawn with vicious knife edge chops to the chest.

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CROWD: “WOOOOO!!!”

SMACK!

CROWD: “WOOOOO!!!”

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CROWD: “WOOOOO!!!”

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CROWD: “WOOOOO!!!”

MASTERS: Bloody hell, look at the chest of Shawn Waters, massive red marks all over, this is illegal, Ace King should be disqualified.

DANIELS: Fist of all, it’s not illegal, second, if Ace is disqualified, that would mean he would leave here, still world champion.

MASTERS: Okay, don’t disqualify him, strip him of the title.

DANIELS: Shut up, William. Shawn Waters is in some real pain now as he clinches his chest. Ace picks him up, sets him on the turnbuckle and follows him. Ace throws Shawn’s arm over the back of his neck and stands up on the top of the turnbuckle.

DANIELS: SUPERPLEX!! That took a lot out of both men who are now laying on the mat, trying to get the wind back into them. Both men get back to their feet, Shawn turns around as Ace goes for a standing drop kick but Shawn ducks said attempt. Ace hits the mat and Shawn goes for the WATERBOARD BUT ACE REVERSES IT INTO THE ALL IN!!! NOOO!!!

DANIELS: Shawn, some how, wiggles out of the ALL IN, gogoplata submission. Both men are on their feet in a fighting stance just inches away from each other and the fans go nuts in cheers for both men.

MASTERS: This is a bloody close match but I have all the faith in the world for Shawn Waters.

DANIELS: Both of these men so desperately want to walk out of here with the world title around their waist. They two men lock up now and begin exchanging blows to the face. Shawn grabs Ace and attempts to whip him into the opposing ropes but Ace reverses and sends Shawn into the ropes. Here comes Shawn off the rebound and ACE NAILS HIM WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! “FULL HOUSE” BY THE CHAMP! ACE GOES FOR THE COVER!!

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MASTERS: NO!! HAHAHA!!! Shawn wiggled out of said attempt.

THWACK!!

MASTERS: SUPERKICK! SHAWN SUPERKICKED ACE RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!!

DANIELS: WOW! WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE COUNTER! Shawn climbs out of the ring and after Ace. Shawn drags Ace over to, yep, you guessed it, THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!

SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: NO LO HAGA! NO LO HAGA! NO LO HAGA!

DANIELS: Shawn has Ace and is punching him in the back of the head. Shawn places Ace in the Spanish announce table, he is vulnerable now.

SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: NO LO HAGA! NO LO HAGA! NO LO HAGA!

MASTERS: YES!! DO IT, SHAWN, DO IT!!!

DANIELS: Shawn climbs up on the Spanish announce table and picks Ace up, he has him set up for the…..BRAIN WASH!!! BRAIN WASH THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!! OH…MY….GOD!!!!

SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: AH MI DIOS!! AH MI DIOS!! GRANDE PENDEJO!! GRANDE PENDEJO!!

DANIELS: Ace is out of commission, I can’t believe what we just witnessed.

MASTERS: Neither can the Spanish announcers, they are BLOODY PISSED!

*Both the Spanish announcers walk over to the ring and pull out a temporary wooden table to use*

DANIELS: They are pissed, William but they also seem to be prepared this time, they grabbed a wooden table from under the ring and are using that for the rest of the show it seems.

*Masters looks over at the two Spanish announcers and gives them a round of applause*

MASTERS: Smart thinking, good job, Felipe and Manuel.

DANIELS: Oh stop it, William. Shawn is back on his feet as he looks down at the fallen champ. Shawn has a sadistic grin on his face. Shawn picks Ace back up as he is eyeballing the NEW Spanish announce table.

SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: NO, MI AMIGO! NO, MI AMIGO! NO OTRA VEZ! NO OTRA VEZ!

DANIELS: Well Shawn Waters picks up Ace King again and I don’t like that look in his eye. Shawn places Ace on that wooden table and climbs up on it, himself AGAIN! Shawn sets up Ace for another WATERBOARD! Ace counters the attempt, Ace has Shawn in the torture rack position, this can only mean one thing….

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DANIELS: BLACKJACK BOMB THROUGH THE “NEW” SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!! AH MI DIOS!!!

SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: AY DIOS MIO!! AY DIOS MIO!! GRANDE PENDEJO!! GRANDE PENDEJO!!

MASTERS: OH BLOODY HELL! *Masters laughs* Those poor bastards.

DANIELS: Both men are laid out on the outside of the ring, amongst the two broken tables. Ace, finally gets back to his feet and drags Shawn over to the ring and slides him in. Ace scales the turnbuckle, he signals to the cheering fans then falls forward, head first toward Shawn but to no avail as Shawn rolls out of the way of that diving head butt attempt. Ace hit the mat hard and Shawn goes for the cover.

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DANIELS: Ace kicked out of that one, neither one of these men want to walk out of here without the world title and we are seeing why. Shawn slaps the mat hard and is now arguing with the referee out of pure frustration. Ace gets back to his feet but Shawn doesn’t see him as he is still on his knees, throwing a temper tantrum, arguing with referee, Darrin Powers.

MASTERS: Shawn is just upset because he wants and deserves that world title more than Ace King.

DANIELS: Ace backs up against the opposing ropes and runs at Shawn. Shawn turns around, still on his knees…ROLLING THUNDER!!

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DANIELS: JACKPOT!! ACE GOES FOR THE COVER!!!

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TOWERS: Here is your winner….and STILL CZW World heavyweight champion….THE GAMBLER…ACE…KIIIIIIIIIIING!!!

DANIELS: Shawn made a rookie mistake by arguing with Darrin Powers, instead of focusing on his opponent and he paid for it. Ace, showing why he is STILL the world champion by nailing Shawn with that rolling thunder, shining wizard he calls the Jackpot and it is all over, Ace King is still the world heavyweight champion.

MASTERS: That was a pure travesty, Shawn should have beaten Ace for the world title but it looks as if team XTC remains in possession of the world title.

DANIELS: It’s a great ending to a fantastic Pay Per View in my mind. So many moments we will remember in our mind from tonight, I know I won’t sleep much tonight…

MASTERS: I won’t sleep much either, but that is for very different reasons…Hahahahahaha

DANIELS: Oh dear, we better leave it there folks, before William renounces his whole sordid love life, what a great night it has been, and don’t forget folks, next week it is the first week of the NEW DRAFT!

MASTERS: UNLEASHED AND OVERDRIVE!

DANIELS: You got it, so tune in Friday night for Unleashed, then on the Sunday, we bring to you the twentieth episode of Overdrive, good night folks and God bless.

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The PPV ends as the fans cheer loudly, the whole event a total success. The cameras cut as the show ends, however a new camera shows footage of a scene backstage. The scene is in the parking lot at the Sioux Falls Arena. On television, it actually shows the aftermath of the event, as Jarred and William talk un professionally and out of character, not realized it is being broadcasted on live television, the fans still able to see this on the Combat-Tron. The fans boo as the Jackal walks around the corner still surrounded by armed security.

Masters: It was great to hear from Karl Jackson tonight, as he leaves I am sure Jarred will agree that we hope to have him back inside the ring as soon as possible.

Daniels: I enjoy watching this man wrestle, that is for sure, so yeah I agree with you William, the sooner the better.

As they look around to check whether it is safe the guards accompany the Jackal walking over to his black Lexus. The driver gets out of the drivers seat and opens up the passenger side as the Jackal struggles into the car, unable to use his right arm to help himself. As the security head back to there own car they shout something over to the driver and he waves smiling before the security vehicle drives off.

Masters: It's terrible Jarred, that the Jackal needs armed security as he fears for his own life.

Daniels: He's upset a lot of people, and there is no proof it was Ace.

Suddenly there is the noise of an engine revving as the driver of the black Lexus turns and with a look of shock on his face he runs. The screeching of tires against the tarmac is the precursor to another car speeding towards the Jackal's car

Daniels: WHAT THE HELL!!!!

Masters: JACKAL!!!!!!!!!!!

... within a split second the car smashes hard into the Lexus, sending shards of glass in all directions and totally crumpling the passenger side of the car and the front of the attackers vehicle. The fans are silenced as are the commentators... there is no noise from the wreckage apart from the sound of pressure releasing from the engines.

Daniels: oh my god...

Masters: What the bloody hell is going on... history has repeated itself Jarred.

Daniels: I don't know William...I just don’t know…are we still on air…

The scene fades to static as we hear the aftermath of the crash, EMT’s checking the scene, fans scramming in horror, metal being crushed, finally, the scene turns to black as the broadcast has ended.

What has happened to the Jackal?! And what will happen now the shows are split into two per week. Tune in Friday and Sunday night to find out.

CZW President
Jesse Montana