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CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
November 29th 2010
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CZW X-DIVISION TITLE MATCH: SLATE VS PABLO II! -=-
-=- THEY REQUESTED IT.. JAPANESE DEATH MATCH! -=-
-=- NON-TITLE MATCH! -=-
-=- NON-TITLE MATCH! -=-
-=- LAST MAN STANDING MATCH! -=-
-=- OPENING BOUT: CZW VS. JAPAN! -=-
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The scene cuts to the interior of Derek Damage’s office. Damage sits behind his desk, reclining in his chair, a relaxed posture betrayed only by the brooding expression on his face. Something is clearly weighing on his mind, and he is visibly distressed by it, despite his best efforts to hide that fact. He looks up and the camera pans away slightly to reveal two chairs on the opposite side of his desk. In one sits his personal bodyguard Karl ‘the Jackal’ Jackson, and in the other ‘the Straight Edge Curse,’ Ryan Shane. Both sit in respectful silence, not disturbing the owner’s contemplations, though now they look somewhat expectantly as Damage prepares to address them.
Damage: “Security is double what it was in Kobe, which was itself double the staffing for Horrorcore. There should be NO possible way for these miscreants to show their faces here, but all the same, I want you two to make sure that nobody…leaves the light on for them, per se.”
Jackson and Shane glance at each other briefly.
Jackson: “You think someone has been letting them in?”
Shane: “It really is the only explanation. Some sympathetic bastard has been leaving a key under the doormat for them since Horrorcore…”
Damage: “I’m almost sure of it. The question is, who. That’s what I want you two to find out. You’re the only ones I can trust with this.”
Shane and Jackson nod in agreement and stand almost in unison.
Jackson: “I’ll question some of the more privileged security staff. God help them if I find out that they’ve been selling us out.”
Shane nods his agreement.
Shane: “I’ve got a few of the guys in the back in mind who I’ve pegged as ‘potentially less than loyal.’ I’ll make sure their heads are in the right place.”
Damage nods to both of them, turning his chair around as they leave the office. Looking past the back of Derek’s chair we see a floor to ceiling window through which twinkle the night lights of Osaka.
Jessica Towers: The following contest is a special CZW vs Japan Match. Zankoku na Tenshi no Teze begins causing the fans to explode as Japanese native Yoshi Naniwa emerges from the back. Yoshi bounces to the ring, slapping hands the entire way. Points of Authority/99 Problems hits and causes a similar pop from the audience as a former New Japan Alliance Wrestling world champion, Dwayne Campbell comes out and makes his way to the ring. He and Yoshi shake hands and high-five Heart of sword begins to play, signaling the arrival of Miyamoto Tokitsu & Hitoshi Ooba, Miracle Army. MA come out onto the stage and Ooba, the older of the two has a Japanese flag on a pole hung over his shoulder and starts to wave it around. The two come to the ring to another thunderous applause. Jessica Towers:Standing too my left, representing CZW is the team of “Bigtime” Dwayne Campbell and Yoshi Naniwa! DC and Yoshi pose as red streamers go off in their corner. Jessica Towers:Standing too my right, representing New Japan Alliance Wrestling is the team of Miyamoto Tokitsu & Hitoshi Ooba, The Miracle Army!! MA bow as blue streamers go off in their corner Campbell and Ooba step out and let Tokitsu and Naniwa, the two of similar size, start the match. They lock up, Tokitsu goes behind, but Yoshi quickly goes behind him, they do this a few times before seperarting. They circle each other before locking up again, this time Yoshi scores with an arm drag, Tokitsu pops back up but gets caught with another and put in an arm bar. Tokitsu kips up and twists the arm of Yoshi then kicks the arm. Yoshi backs away but Tokitsu advances, pushing Yoshi into the corner. He whips Yoshi across the ring and follows but Yoshi stops short of hitting the other corner by grabbing the ropes then elbows the charging Tokitsu in the face. Yoshi locks on a front face lock and pulls Tokitsu to his corner where Dwayne tags in. DC scores with a rib punch while Yoshi was holding Tokitsu. He pulls Tokitsu out to the middle of the ring and hits him with a suplex and rolls into a pin. 1 Kickout! Dwayne pulls him off the ground and shoots him into the ropes, he goes for a clothesline but Tokitsu ducks and rebounds with a hard flying forearm. Dwayne pops back up and gets hit with another. Again he gets up but this tie he gets a side kick to the gut and a kick to the head, sending him down to the mat. Tokitsu tags in Ooba, who quickly goes to work and puts Campbell in a fujiwara armbar. He cracks back on the hold but eventully releses it, opting to put Campbell in some kind of double chicken wing surfboard hole. Dwayne rants it and gets to his feet, he breaks the hold by swinging his head back and headbutting Ooba. Once free Dwayne scores with a big open hand slap, stunning Ooba who steps back a bit, after a second Ooba responds with a slap of his own, sending Dwayne back, the two begin to trade slaps and the slaps quicly turn into hard forearms shots wich turns into big boots to the jaw with nither man going down. Dwayne eventully ducks a shot and goes for The Blackout Driver but Ooba punches him in the face before he can go over, Ooba twists the arm, stickks his boot against DC's jaw and falls back, hitting an Inverted stomp facebreaker. He goes for the cover 1 2 kickout! Ooba locks on a facelock, keeping Dwayne away from his partner. DC manages to stand and ram Ooba into his corner and tag Yoshi. Yoshi comes in and hits a running knee to the cornered vet, he goes for a bulldog out but kicks pushed off in midair and nailed with a big kick to the face that turns him inside out. Ooba locks Yoshi in a rear chinlock, pressing his knee into Yoshi's back. The fans start to bang on the railings as yoshi manages to stand up. With Ooba still behind him, pulling on Yoshi's wrists, yoshi flips and kicks Ooba under the chin with both feet sending both men down. 1 2 3 4 5 6 Yoshi is up against the ropes 7 8 Ooba is up! Ooba comes at Yoshi but gets drop toe hold-ed onto the ropes on his partner's side. Yoshi sprints across the ring, hits the ropes and comes back to hit Ooba with The Phoenix Strike. Yoshi springbords to the top to try to finish the match but Tokitsu shoves him back into the ring. Dwayne enters and flys across the ring and spears Tokitsu off the apron where both men begin to brawl while Yoshi and Ooba are down. It looks like an even brawl till out of nowhere The Dragon Society,Kazuki & Makkaido hop the railings and begin to wail away on Campbell and Tokitsu. Tokitsu and Dwayne appear to put things aside to fight The Dragon Society in the brawl. Back in the ring Yoshi makes it back to his feet and sees the 4 men all smashed togeher trading shots, he looks at Ooba who is on one knee now and shrugs before taking off at the corner, jumping to the top and back flipping out of the ring onto the 4 on the outside.Yoshi rolls off of them as the go down and quickly pops up holding his ribs. He climbs back on the apron but Makkaido grabs his foot, Yoshi turns and kicks him in the face with his other foot. He looks down at Makkaido for a moment before Ooba forearms him in the back from the ring. Yoshi goes to a knee, Ooba reatchs over and hooks him for a suplex, he lifts Yoshi but Yoshi slides over and rolls Ooba up 1 2 No, Kickout! The both gingerly get up, Ooba goes for a clothesline but Yoshi ducks, sending Ooba into a right hand from Campbell who has climbed onto the apron. Ooba stagers around and Yoshi hits him with a roundhuse kick, sending him through the ropes. Dwayne re-enters the ring as Tokitsu, who is still rocked, rolls back in and quickly gets snatched up by DC and hit with The Burning Hammer, settinghim up perfectly for Yoshi, who had climbed the ropes to hit a Shooting Star Leg Drop. 1 2 3 Zankoku na Tenshi no Teze starts to play again as the crowd cheers. Yoshi and Dwayne take the flag MA had brought to the ring and wave it around. The Dragon Society enter the ring and attack again. But before they can do much harm Tokitsu and Naniwa slide back in and help run them off. The teams shake hands and hug. DC picks Yoshi up on his shoulders and lets Yoshi start waving the flag again as Tokitsu and Naniwa parade around the ring with them ***
Pleasure (Pleasure) fades out as Johnny Kerosene and Brian Blaze, The Spectacle, stand in the ring.
Johnny: Well, we might as well get the cheap pop out of the way. HELLO OSAKA!
As they like to do when confronted with cheap pop, the crowd cheers.
Johnny: You know, this CZW tour's the first time I've ever been to Japan, and I gotta say I'm a fan. The people, the landscape, the sights, the sounds, the food and drink, the tentacle hentai-
Brian: Right, right, it's a great place, but we have one major problem with Japan. Because Japan has a serious problem... with CRIME!
Johnny nods as the crowd murmurs.
Brian: Look at me! Look at this sexy beast! You see something wrong? You notice anything... missing? Because I sure as hell do. Our Global Tag Team titles are gone!
Johnny: I swear, they were here, and then like, just all poof! Gone.
Brian: Exactly. But Johnny, were you pinned to lose the titles?
Johnny: No, I wasn't.
Brian: Neither did I. Did you submit?
Johnny: Of course not.
Brian: Of course you didn't. And I didn't either. So... if we don't have the titles... and we weren't pinned or made to submit... why, that sounds like common thievery to me!
Johnny: Absolute theft. No question there.
Brian: No question. And not only that, but the criminals in question are right here in this stadium tonight! What do you think of that, Osaka? You willingly house thieves.
Johnny: Don't be acting proud, either. Nothing good ever comes from applauding petty crime.
Brian: But don't worry, everyone. One way or another, we'll get this all sorted out, and the true Tag Champs of Sleazy W will get their gold back.
Pleasure (Pleasure) begins to play once again as the two leave the ring and head up the ramp. DANIELS: "I definitely think they deserve a chance to get their gold back." MASTERS: "Meh, sounds like a bunch of cry babies to me." ***
-=- LAST MAN STANDING MATCH! -=- Daniels: Anyway, now on now to our second match of the night, and what a match it is. In other promotions this match is deemed as a Pay Per View main event attraction, in CZW it's merely another bout in the wide arsenal of matchtypes that play out on a weekly basis. But of course that does not alter the fact it's still going to be high impact, high damage. To win this match your opponent has to be so beat up that he cannot answer the count of ten. No mean feat for any athlete, but even harder when you realize that none other than 'Irish' Ian Chadwick and Tim Timmons are to be the participants Masters: Have to say i'm rooting for Timmons in this one, i just need someone to wipe the stupid bloody drunken grin from Chadwick's face. Daniels: You... you just can't be impartial, even once? Even in the face of all this Renegade business, you just can't root for CZW as a whole Masters: I can i can, everyone but Chadwick Daniels: You're just bitter he's never offered you a beer Masters (mumbling): no-one ever offers me a beer Daniels: Well here we go Wanted Man by Rev Theory kicks in and Tim Timmons and Carnage step to the stage. The crowd boos and Timmons brushes them off as both men step purposely to the ring. At the bottom Timmons talks to Carnage, pointing up towards the entrance ramp Daniels: Well we can't make out the words but we know earlier in the week Timmons had some harsh words to say to Carnage about his failure as a bodyguard last show. Carnage will be on his highest guard here tonight to look after his employer Masters: Which brings me to a good point about Timmons, how great is it that through all the traumatizing experiences at the hands of the Renegades, through having to be HOSPITALISED with a concussion he still makes it here tonight to fight Chadwick Daniels: I'm not calling him down for that, it takes a lot of guts to come out here at the best of times and Tim has shown great courage and determination showing up tonight Timmons, now in the ring, looks up to the stage to see the entrance of Chadwick. He doesn't have to wait long as no sooner does his own music die than ''I'm Shipping up to Boston'' Hits the speakers. The crowd erupts as Ian Chadwick steps on to the stage, two bottles of Samuel Adams in his hands. One is open and he opens his mouth, tilting his head back, and pouring the ale down his throat. The fans cheer in response and he smiles, making his way down the ramp. He stops in front of Carnage. Carnage looks down at him but Chadwick only smiles, then without warning, unleashes a mouthful of beer into Carnages unsuspecting face. As Carnage is caught off guard Chadwick skips around him and makes his way around the ring on the outside. Carnage recovers amid laughter and makes to follow Chadwick, but a shout from Timmons, motioning to keep watch for the Renegades stops him in his tracks. Looking severely pissed off he returns to his post Masters: No respect, no respect at... hey, what's this now? Chadwicks coming over here... oh god, you don't think he heard me in the back do you Chadwick approaches William Masters and Masters flinches when Chadwick thrusts his hand out... to offer the second beer. You can just hear his voice through Masters microphone in the background Chadwick. T's f'r yoo b'jesus. Ev'ry man desurvs a beer Masters: Th...Thanks Daniels: Ha, well looks like he did hear you after all. Masters: Ah, he's not such a bad man Masters smiles, opening his beer and taking an appreciative sip as Chadwick jumps to the apron, looking for the first time tonight into the eyes of Tim Timmons. He takes another swig of his own beer and swallows down, without taking his eyes off Tim. He steps between the ropes and runs straight at Timmons, swinging the bottle DING DING DING Daniels: Timmons ducks. That could have been a quick match right there, the bottle rolls to the outside as Timmons hits a quick two to Chadwick, staggering him back, he tries to follow in with a clothesline but now Chadwick ducks and hits Timmons with a few of his own Timmons blocks the next punch and sends Chadwick into the ropes with an irish whip, he tries to set up a big boot on the return, but Chadwick rolls neatly away, straight to his feet and stares at Timmons. Both me circle each other before going in to a shoulder elbow tie up. Chadwick comes off better and takes Timmons into a hammer lock. He wrenches the hold in as Tim tries to reach behind him and grab Chadwick to no avail. Chadwick follows through with a headlock, cranking on Timmons neck. Timmons wraps his arms around Chadwicks waist and reverses into a neat German suplex. He gets to his feet holding his neck as Chadwick regains his legs easily to once more stare at Timmons Masters (taking a sip of beer): Good action so far, steadily paced, neither man getting an inch on the other Daniels: No derogatory comments to Chadwick? No ''come on Tim'' Masters: Hey, as you said, the roster (swig)... needs to stick together The two men go into another tie up but Timmons wastes no time in kneeing Chadwick to the midsection, sending him down to a knee. Timmons grabs him by the back of the head and raises him back up, kneeing him once more as the crowd boo. Raising him again he slaps his hands around his opponents throat and lifts him for a chokeslam Daniels: Chadwick wriggles out and grabs Timmons arm, sending him over in an arm drag. Timmons to his feet and Chadwick hits another arm drag Tim rises again only to be taken down with a judo hip toss straight into an arm bar. The fans cheer as Chadwick applies some pressure Masters: A solid move, but wearing down his arm isn't going to be very effective in winning a last man standing match Daniels: True but it will be effective in cutting off some of Timmons more powerful moves. Really applying the pressure now, Timmons screams out but of course he can't quit Masters: I couldn't see him wanting to Daniels: Maybe not, but i'm just pointing out that the option isn't there Timmons in one swift move rolls onto his side and with his free arm punches Chadwick between the eyes. Chadwick immediately releases the hold and brings his hands up to his face, rolling to his feet. Timmons raises back up, rotating his arm to loosen it off. Daniels: And we're back to square one here. Now remember two Overdrives ago Chadwick got a decisive victory over Timmons, and last week they were competing against each other again in a triple threat. Chadwick won that but Timmons wasn't involved in the decision. We know however that Timmons is itching to prove his superiority over Chadwick, but as of right now it seems like and even match Both men go into a lockup again, Timmons takes Chadwick into an irish whip, but Chadwick reverses, sending Timmons into the ropes instead, who comes flying back into a spinning heel kick Daniels: And Timmons is soundly down that time, he rolls to the outside holding his face and lands on his feet. Chadwick motions to the fans who cheer in response. Tim gets up onto the apron but Chadwick is already there on the other side of the ropes. He throws a punch but Timmons blocks it, he throws another but it's blocked again. Once more, another block and this time Timmons counters with a punch of his own, and another. He takes the back of Chadwicks head and runs him into the turnbuckle. Chadwicks head bounces off the corner giving Timmons time to re-enter the ring. He jumps to the second turnbuckle and comes off with a flying legdrop landing soundly across the throat of the downed Chadwick who rolls to his knees in instinct grabbing his throat. Timmons is already on him though and grabs his head, bringing him to his feet only to plant him back down with a DDT. Daniels: Now it's picked up, and it looks like we're going to have our first count of the match Masters: No, Timmons picks Chadwick straight back up. He's too smart to think that Chadwick would be counted out Daniels: True, and any time Timmons isn't on him is a chance for Chadwick to recover. Sound strategy With Chadwick back to his feet and in the clutches of Timmons he is thrown roughly into the turnbuckle. Timmons climbs up to the first and starts raining blows down onto Chadwicks head with the crowd numbering them as he goes ICHI . . . NI . . . SAN . . . YON . . . SHI . .
Chadwick grabs Timmons and executes a spinebuster. Grabbing the ropes and getting to his feet, feeling the effects of Timmons attack. Timmons rolls easily to his feet but is met with a hard front kick to his chest, sending him straight back down. Ian jumps in Timmons and starts laying in a flurry of punches to Tim's head He rolls off and gets to his feet as Timmons raises and takes him into a suplex, high overhead. Timmons counters, dropping down behind Chadwick and clubbing him on the back of the neck. Chadwick turns into a bigboot. He quickly gets to his feet, though looking slightly dazed and is grabbed by his neck and waist and RAN shoulder first into the steel ring post Daniels: Ouch, that had to hurt. Chadwick now sitting in front of those turnbuckles, holding his shoulder. That's not a good place to be... Masters: Ooh, Chadwick moves out of the way at the last second and Timmons attempted boot to Chadwicks head has just left him caught up in the ropes instead. This beer is Fantastic by the way, have you ever had a Samuel Adams? Daniels: Shut up about your damn beer William, this match is hotting up Masters: JEL...OUS Chadwick takes advantage as he rolls to the outside while Timmons boot is hanging on the outside, Timmons on his back inside. He hooks Tims foot and DDTs it. Chadwick falling to the concrete and Timmons knee hyperextending where it was caught through the ropes. Masters: Now THAT had to hurt Timmons rolls around on the canvas, grabbing at his knee as Chadwick comes back in. The crowd oooh in anticipation as they see that Chadwick once again has his beer bottle in his hands Daniels: This can't end well Masters: But look, Timmons has manages to execute a drop toe hold from the canvas, sending Chadwick face first to the mat, narrowly missing the beer bottle he himself was about to use. Timmons regains his vertical base with a look of intense anger. He grabs Chadwick up by the neck and runs him towards the ropes, sending him flying up and over. Timmons rolls out too, limping slightly on his knee. In front of the ramp now Carnage starts to make his way over but Timmons yells at him to pay attention to his duties. Carnage backs off and Timmons grabs Chadwick up once more. But he throws Chadwick towards the ramp but after a few paces Ian puts on the brakes and turns... straight into a clothesline Daniels: Timmons not messing around here. He takes control of Chadwick once more and is beginning to walk him up the ramp. What can he have in mind here? Masters: A massage maybe? Dinner for two Daniels: Shut up and drink your damn beer At the top of the ramp Timmons turns Chadwick towards him, only to be met with a punch to the gut followed by an uppercut Daniels: Looks like Timmons gave Chadwick too much time to recover there Chadwick hooks Tims arm and takes him over with a vertical suplex, Tims back arches on contact with the steel stage. He gets to his hands and knees just in time to receive a running kick to the stomach sending him rolling to the edge of the stage, he throws out his arms in time to grab onto the edge as he rolls off, hanging still a clean four feet from foot to ground. He tries to swing a leg up to the stage but it is hit with a stomp from Chadwick. Knowing he has no other way out Timmons lets himself fall to the floor. Ian runs down the ramp a little so the fall isn't so high and then himself eases down to the floor, he rushes back up to where Timmons is and blindly careers into a running elbow from Timmons Daniels: Looks like Chadwick misjudged Timmons recovery time there. And that hit coupled with Chadwicks own momentum has knocked him for six . Masters: But he won't be given any time to recover as Timmons grabs him up and irish whips him HARD to the barriers keeping this rabid crowd at bay Indeed the Japanese fans are jeering in unison as Timmons gets the upper hand once more. He grabs the back of Chadwicks head and starts bringing it down REPEATEDLY on the steel barrier, over and over again until finally Chadwick, in a desperate effort, brings his leg back and hits Timmons squarely in-between the legs. Daniels: Well Timmons is rolling around in agony Masters: But that's nothing compared to Chadwick slouched against that barrier, my god, that's sickening Chadwicks head has been busted wide open by the pure force of the shots to the guard rail. His face is a mess and the wound is swelling up angrily Daniels: Chadwick doesn't even look like he's checked in right now, his eyeballs, or what we can see of them through the blood, looked rolled up into his head Masters: But he's technically still standing even if it is slouched against the barrier. Timmons is on his knees now, he needs the time to recover from that shot anyway Still limping, Timmons gets to his feet and makes his way to some tables in the set up area to the side of the stage. He wipes away any debris on the closest table and starts to drag in over closer to Chadwick Daniels: This could be the beginning of the end, it started so evenly, but my god, the blood is still flowing form Chadwick Ian is manhandled by Timmons over to the set up table. He is lifted into it with Timmons following closely after him. Cheers of Chadwick break out in the crowd, sounding strange in the Japanese accent. But the chant gets louder and picks up pace CHAD...WICK...CHAD...WICK...CHAD...WICK Timmons sneers as he lifts Chadwick on his shoulders, both men on the table Daniels: No, he can't be thinking about the T-Crusher here... that'll kill Ian CHAD..WICK...CHAD...WICK...CHA....YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO The roar is absolutely explosive as Chadwick wriggles free from Timmons shoulder, facing his back. Timmons turns in surprise... Daniels: BELLY TO BELLY OFF OF THE TABLE! Timmons flies to the concrete and Chadwick gets straight back to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes. He looks crazed Chadwick runs to Timmons and grabs him by the hair, yanking him to his feet Masters: SUPERKICK. and the sick bastard is smiling through all that blood. The fans are in their element here. Chadwick points a finger to the fans and then pulls it round and points to the table. The fans reaction is deafening. He picks Timmons up once more and leads him in front of the table. He rears back Daniels: THE WHISKEY LULLABY! Timmons falls back onto the table and Chadwick moves Timmons legs up so he's lying flat across it. The referee looks perplexed. I don't think he's willing to count when he's lying on a table Masters: Well would you, it's obviously a set up, and if the referee starts counting he'd be swarmed by angry Japanese people. Chadwick runs down the side of the ramp away and jumps up onto it. Running once more to the stage high above the ground below. He turns his back to the table... Daniels: MOONSAULT MY GOD! CZW... CZW...CZW Masters: Chadwick crashes through the table with Timmons lying knocked out on top. He's bleeding everywhere, the table i think exploded in impact, there's wood surrounding the two men and NOW the referee starts to count 1 . . . Daniels: I think that move took all the adrenaline left out of Chadwick 2 . . . Masters: Not the smartest idea, but good god what a move 3 . . . . 4 . . . . 5 . . . Daniels: Don't count Chadwick out yet, i can't believe it, he's stirring 6 . . . . 7 . Masters: Yes, he's actually on his knees, this is unbelievable . . 8 . . . Daniels: No movement at all from Timmons 9 . . . Daniels: TIMMONS IS UP! CARNAGE JUST YANKED TIMMONS TO HIS FEET! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! Carnage shakes Timmons, trying to get him out of his stupor. Chadwick looks over from his knees, shaking his head, blood still dripping from the wound there. Timmons starts to come around. He looks around him and at Carnage. His eyes get gradually more alert as he takes everything in. He looks at Carnage and... Daniels: He's SHOUTING at him? Masters: Well yes, Carnage has a post to keep, he shouldn't have left it Daniels: If it wasn't for Carnage Timmons would have lost there Masters: Who says? You can't tell me you know for SURE that Timmons wouldn't have nipped up Daniels: I sure as hell can Masters: Oh, master of inevitability now are we. You would bet on you mums life he would never ever have been able to get up? Daniels: Well.... Masters: There you go then, shut up. Carnage is in the wrong and Timmons is sending him back to his post. I have to admire that he's coming around well Daniels: Hmmph. yes, well, Chadwick too both men miraculously standing on their own volition... and wasting no time either! Timmons heads towards Chadwick with an arm ready to throw, Chadwick absorbs the blow and returns with one of his own. Timmons punches again and gets the upper hand, forcing Chadwick down the side of the ramp, back towards the ring. Chadwick turns in time to block another blow, irish whipping Timmons the rest of the way, Timmons slamming chest first into the side of the ring. He collapses to his knees coughing as Chadwick staggers up, running in the last few feet with a knee to Tims head, Tim collapses to the floor. Ian picks him up and rolls him into the ring, following after. Wiping more blood from his eyes he goes to the turnbuckle as Timmons gets to a knee. He waits as Timmons gets fully up, turning around... Daniels: DROPKICK MURPHY! That put Timmons straight back down. Timmons starts coughing on the mat, rolling to the side under the ropes. He grabs a rope as he exits, so he rolls onto shaky feet. Chadwick too goes to the outside. Not at Timmons however but at the announcers desk. Just as before his voice, a lot weaker than before is just audible Chadwick: Ya finish't wi this me'ol fella? Masters: Uh, yes, uh, thanks. Chadwick throws a weak smile and grabs the now empty beer bottle from William Masters. He rolls back into the ring, unbeknownst to him Timmons has grabbed the OTHER bottle from its place at ringside. Both men now in the ring with similar intentions OOOOOOOOOO...WAAAAAAAAA The crowd yell as Chadwick and Timmons run for each other, both men swing their bottles, both men makes contact Daniels: WHAT A COLLISION! There's glass everywhere, Timmons is now bleeding and Chadwick has a few more holes where his head should be. It's just a wreck out here. And yes, it's time for the referee to count 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3 . . . . 4 . . Daniels: IANS ROLLED TO HIS SIDE, GOOD GOD HE'S ACTUALLY TRYING TO OUCH HIMSELF UP . 5 . Masters: That's sick, Chadwick has handfuls of glass in his hands, i don' think it's even registering as he tries to push up on his fists . . 6 . . . . 7 . . . . 8 . . . Daniels: IANS UP WITH A HANDFUL OF GLASS 9 Masters: TIMMONS HAS REACHED UP FOR THE TOP ROPE, HE GRABS IT, HE PULLS HIMSELF UP! Daniels: And falls back down, but the count is broken. My god, what else can happen here? Masters: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! The crowd ooh in empathy for Timmons as Chadwick thrusts the handful of glass into Tims mouth Daniels: WHISKEY LULLABY! FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT Masters: And punching a mouthful of glass. That's it. Game over 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3 Daniels: Chadwick back to his feet, He's spent, but the crowd are roaring for him . . . 4 . . . . 5 . . . . 6 Daniels: I..Can't...Believe...It Timmons is on his knees, spitting glass everywhere. His mouth and face are bleeding profusely but his eyes are full of venom. He gets to his feet. Chadwick shakes his head disbelievingly Daniels: He can't believe it, I can't believe it Masters: I can believe it. Never count Timmons out Both men now stand, leaning against opposite ropes for support. Looking deep into each others eyes. Blood is dripping so fast and thick that wiping their eyes has become a futile exercise. Chadwick stands unaided and Timmons follows suit. Walking to meet each other in the center of the ring. The crowd are on their feet as the tension build. Both men not tearing their crimson gaze from one another. Carnage on the outside looks shocked and is no longer watching for the attack, instead his, like all eyes, are on the two men barely standing in the ring. Nothing holding them up but pride and guts. Daniels: AND THEY GO AT IT! Furious punches start flying from both men in the glass covered mat. Neither man seeming feel the others blows, each one spurned on by what little adrenaline they have left. Lefts and rights blur as both try in a last ditch effort to take the other down. Finally it seems Timmons gets the upper hand, he drives Chadwick back mercilessly with a never-ending stream of blows to the face. The crowd are clapping and cheering as both men as Chadwick back hits the turnbuckle. Timmons lifts Chadwick so he is sitting on the top turnbuckle. He backs himself up to the second and lifts Chadwick onto his shoulders Daniels: NO, NOT THE CANADIAN DRIVER TO THE GLASS, NO Masters: CHADWICK WRIGGLES OUT TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE. HE'S LIFTING TIMMONS UP FOR THE IRISH CAR BOMB! The crowd go absolutely ballistic as Timmons breaks free and falls behind Chadwick, both men stationed precariously on the top turnbuckle. Daniels: TIMMONS LIFTS AND TWISTS IAN ONTO HIS SHOULDERS . . . . . . . . . FUCK...ING...AWE...SOME (clap clap clapclapclap) FUCK...ING...AWE...SOME (clap clap clapclapclap) Daniels: HOLY SHIT!!! T-CRUSHER FROM THE TOP ROPE Masters: AND ONTO BROKEN GLASS! CHADWICK IS DEAD Both men lie motionless as the referee begins to count 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3 . . . . 4 . . . . 5 . . . . 6 . . . . 7 . . . . 8 . . . . 9 . . . Daniels: HE'S UP... JESUS CHRIST HE'S UP! 10 DING DING DING Masters: How in the hell did he get up there? Daniels: I have no idea, but he's collapsed once more, theres glass in his face and in both his knees from that impact. What a damn match Masters: If i still had my beer i'd raise it to him Kono shiai no shōsha... TIM TIMMONS!!! Carnage races into the ring to pick up his fallen comrade. Timmons knees look like they need medical attention, but more so does Ian Chadwicks face and head. A stretcher is already rushing the ring to take the unconscious Chadwick away While Tim Timmons is assisted by Carnage to the outside and up the ramp. His face and legs now caked in blood. The fans are on their feet in appreciation as both men, in some form, make their way up the ramp. Chadwick still knocked out, but harnessed securely onto the stretcher. Daniels: What an amazing spectacle, and that was only the second damn match of the night Masters: God yeah, so it is. Man even in the face of this current crisis CZW knows how to deliver a hell of a match Daniels: And Tim Timmons went out there tonight and did exactly what he said he would do, but at what cost. Hopefully they both get the all clear after that battle straight out of CZW 101. ***
The camera switches to backstage, on the recently crowned CZW tag team champions Waylon Krew and Rosman Ballard. The two are in the halls with the gold around their shoulders.
Waylon Krew: It feels awesome, doesn’t it, Rossie? CZW gold on my shoulders…it’s amazing.
Ballard smiles looking at his belt.
Ballard: Man I haven't felt this way since the first time I downed The Lich King on World of Warcraft!
Waylon looks at Rossie weird.
Krew: Yeah....me neither....I.think...
Suddenly The DM emerges into the picture.
DM: You guys rock! Seriously did you see the polls? No one thought either of you stood a chance!
Ballard: They didn't?
(The DM pulls up his laptop and shows it in front of Krew and Ballard.)
DM: Look at that. They had The Spectacle winning by 75%, Fire And Ice by 15% and you guys at like 0.1%
Waylon looks at the laptop confused.
Krew: But that's only 90.01%...
DM: The other 10% were voting for The Renegades to come in and kick everyone's ass.
Ballard: Well that's a reassuring option...
Krew: Renegades? Isn't that some cheesy 60's band? Dammit, why is every single tag team something weird? Old bands, condoms, and an Elvis Costello television show...OH! Speaking of names, Rossie, we're in need of one, are we not?
Ballard and The DM ponder a few seconds.
Ballard: The Knights of the Apocalypse? The Bringers of Doom? The Medieval Nightmares?
DM: What about The Baby Eaters? You know nothing would strike fear into an opponent's heart more than knowing he's about to face someone who eats children!
Krew: ....DM....do you eat babies?
DM: Well I have a character who is a 15 foot lizard named Spike... He eats babies... Then again he'll eat anything...
Ballard slaps his forehead clearly disgusted.
Ballard: He wasn't asking about your characters!
DM: Do I eat babies? No... Although according to Jeffery Dahmer human flesh tastes like Spam... I'm not going to lie when I say I've grown quite curious about that.
Ballard: Why the hell do you know that?!
DM: Hey I need to find new ideas for Dungeons And Dragons somewhere!
Krew: Alright, alright, we're not going to be psychotic cannibals, we're not going to be knights of any sort...
Ballard: Hmm...OH OH! Dungeons & Weed Whackers!
Krew: No, that's quite possibly the dumbest idea yet. What, "Coming to the ring...DUNGEONS & WEED WHACKERS!" That just sounds downright stupid. Baby Eaters is more attractive than that.
Krew rubs his chin, thinking. Then he snaps his fingers.
Krew: I got it! Dungeons & Weed Whackers!
Ballard: Isn't that what I just said?!
Krew: Who said what?
Ballard: Nevermind...
Ballard said shaking his head. The DM hands him a can of Mountain which he cracks open.
Krew: Ahh....
Krew grabs the Mountain Dew right out of Ballard's hands, takes a sip, and places it back in Ballard's hands without a thought.
Krew: Combat Zone Wrestling Tag Team Champion....I love it...after everything that I've gone through, it's great to finally get what I've been longing for for years...
Ross looks at the can completely petrified.
Ballard: My Dew!!!!
Krew looks at the can, then back at Ballard.
Krew: It's all good, Rossie, I got at least ten six-packs of Dew in my BRAND NEW Icon FJ45!
DM: What?! That's one of the if not THE most expensive truck in America! Weren't you dirt poor a week ago?
Krew winks.
Krew: Championship bonus!
Ballard: I got the same bonus you know DM.
DM: What?!
Ballard: Yeah a good portion of that is going to a new entertainment center! Think about it! You'll be able to play Borderlands and even your neighbors will be able to feel every gun shot!
Krew: No, man the fuck with Borderlands. Guess what I got a copy of just a few minutes ago?
Ballard's eyes light up curiously.
Ballard: What?
Krew pulls a video game case out of nowhere.
Krew: The prototype of Modern Warfare 3!
Ballard almost jumps out of his skin with excitement.
Ballard: No way!!!! Dude how did you get this?!
Krew: I know a guy............who's really good at breaking into places without getting caught.
DM: Wait you're telling me that we have stolen evidence and you just said it on national television...
Krew stands still for a second, pondering on what DM just said. Then punches DM out.
Ballard: Now was that really necessary?!
Ballard looks at the game and then back down at the DM.
Ballard: Yeah it was...
Ballard says shrugging his shoulders when he spots a soda machine.
Ballard: Hold up! Soda machine ahoy!!!
Ballard says running over and pulling a dollar out of his pocket.
Krew follows Ballard.
Krew: But you know you can't get to play this.....UNLESS you win your match against Ronnie McNeil tonight.
Ballard: Ok! Then I gotta win! And in order for me to win I need my fuel!
Ballard says sliding the dollar into the soda machine and pressing the Mountain Dew button only to discover nothing is happening.
Ballard: Oh come on!
Ballard presses the button again.
Ballard: No no no no no don't do this to me now!
Krew backs up, and RAMS as hard as he can into the soda machine, causing every single Mountain Dew to pile out of the machine. He places his hand on Rossie's shoulder, smirking.
Krew: Good luck, co-champ. I'll be supportin' you.
Ballard grabs 3 cans and starts chugging them.
Ballard: Oh yeah! Now my game is on!
Ballard says storming off throwing an empty soda can over his shoulder. The scene flips to a different part of the arena ***
We fade into the office of Derek Damage, where a knock is heard. The door opens and we see the reigning Intercontinental Champion, Ronnie McNeil. Ronnie walks in and sits down if front of Derek, looking around for a second before saying something.
RM: Your little messenger boy said you sent for me. What is it that you want. I’m in the ring in a few minutes, so let’s be brief.
DD: Ok then. I know you understand what’s been going on with the rebels trying to take over, and as a CZW champion, I need to know that you are on my team. I need to know if you are with CZW, because your comments two weeks ago kind of concern me. SO where do you stand, Ronnie?
RM: I stand by my original statement. My contract is officially set in stone, after the stunt you pulled when I won the contender match. I think back and say, “What If?” What if my arm wasn’t seen by the ref and Waylon got the pin alone? I think to the next week how you changed the match after the fact, and how if I hadn’t had my arm across JA’s chest, that when he pulled his little stunt and you made that match a Damage Control match, that I would be out on the street along with him, and maybe be one of those rebels fighting to get back my livelihood. I don’t trust you, so while I will represent CZW as a champion of the highest degree, I will NOT stand on your side. Whatever happens to you…just happens. As long as they don’t mess with me, I’ve got no beef with any of them.
DD (turning red and screaming): So that’s how you want to play it!! Fine!! If you won’t stand on my side, then you won’t be a CZW champion any longer! At the three year anniversary PPV, you will defend your title against…..um…Krimson Blaze!!
RM: That’s fine with me. Now, I have a match to go win. Deuces…
…and Ronnie walks out of Derek’s office, slamming the door behind him. Derek attempts to calm down, and then thinks about what he just did. ***
-=- NON-TITLE MATCH! -=- -Shot cuts to the announcers table where Jarred Daniels and William Masters are joined by CZW Road Agent Sid Simelia.- Daniels: We are back and please to welcome Sid Simelia to the announcers booth. Masters: Like bloody hell we are, what the hell are you doing out here Sid, don’t you have hood rats to be chasing around backstage? Sid Simelia: Easy now Willie, don’t be going and telling the world what I’m really like. Daniels: Well up next is two guys you know very well Sid… Sid Simelia: Yeah, both these men fall under my watch since they are UV guys, and yeah I know both personally but that won’t stop me from calling this match right down the middle… Masters: There is no way you can call this down the middle, it’s a known fact that Buzzsaw is your mate and that him and Jakob Mayhem are mortal enemies, further more Sledge is a long time friend of Buzzsaw, so I doubt you will be able to stay neutral. Sid Simelia: Well I don’t know where you get your gossip but Buzz and I are just friends Willie, we aren’t mates, we both are straight men… Masters: Mates, friends, pals, buddies you bone head. Sid Simelia: Then why don’t you just say friends, why the hell do you have to always queer it up? Daniels: SID! YOU CAN’T SAY THAT ON THIS PROGRAM. Lets just go up to the ring before you two get us tossed off the air, Jessica Towers take it away. -The camera cuts to the ring and ring announcer Jessica Towers.- *DING DING DING* Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentleman out next contest is schedule for one fall and is a non title match, introducing first from Akron, Ohio…weighing in tonight at 290lbs…please welcome…SLEDGE!!!!!! -‘Albatross’ by Corrosion of Conformity blasts out in the arena and these Japanese fans come to life as Sledge walks out from the back. He poses for a second and then gives a thumbs up to Sid who gives him one back.- Masters: Right down the middle…yeah right! Sid Simelia: What am I just suppose to ignore the man? Daniels: These fans here tonight are showing Sledge a great deal of respect and earlier in the week we are told Sledge lobbied this to me more of a hardcore match but for whatever reason was denied. Jessica Towers: And his opponent from Parts Unknown…weighing in at 305 lbs…being accompanied to the ring by Ezra Mayhem…he is the reigning CZW Ultraviolent Champion…JAKOB MAYHEM!!!! -‘Born in a Burial Gown’ hits and out walks Ezra ahead of Jakob who has the UV Title over his right shoulder, the pair make their way to the ring and Jakob hands the title to Ezra and points him where to stand.- Sid Simelia: What’s Ezra doing out here tonight? Masters: Looks like the big man brought in some backup just in case. Daniels: Well Jakob made his plea to the Japanese fans that he was an honorable man… Sid Simelia: And if you bought that crap I have some great swamp land in Florida I would like to show you… Masters: Hey you said it yourself Sledge wanted this to be more of a ‘Hardcore’ match, so I don’t blame Jakob for having Ezra out here to police things, Jakob has more to lose if this match gets out of hand. Sid Simelia: You got to love a UV Champion who is worried about things getting out of control… Masters: That’s not what I meant… Daniels: Jason Humel motions for the bell… *DING DING DING* Daniels: And we are underway, Sledge and Jakob lock up and Jakob pushes Sledge into the corner and no clean break here, Jakob doubles over Sledge with a huge knee lift and then floors him with a clubbing forearm to the back. Sid Simelia: Well you can’t really expect a clean break in the corner, but I have to say it’s odd for me to be calling a normal match where the UV Champion is involved, it’s like Willie here having sex and not paying for it, it’s just unnatural. Masters: I swear to god… Daniels: Jakob pulls Sledge up by his long hair and sends him into the ropes and catches him with a big elbow to the face… Masters: Well lucky for Sledge he isn’t in the running for any beauty contests. Daniels: Jakob drops down and is going for some sort of arm bar but Sledge quickly rips his arm free and gets to his feet. Masters: Jakob told these people that he should be praised by these fans, he represents all that is a Japanese star and that right there was him going for more of a MMA arm bar instead of just dropping and pounding Sledge in the face with rights and lefts… Sid Simelia: Well they have that too in MMA Willie, it’s called ground and pound, that was Jakob trying to force Sledge to tap out which the Japanese frown upon, no surrender. Daniels: Well Sledge doesn’t waist anytime and going after Jakob and backs him into the corner and I can’t expect a clean break here… Sid Simelia: Sledge doesn’t know how to wrestle clean, and look at that… Masters: Is he biting Jakob…OH MY GOD HE IS! Daniels: Sledge is summoning his inner Mike Tyson here and is biting the face of Jakob Mayhem and Jason Humel is standing there stunned. Masters: BREAK IT UP YOU IDIOT! Sid Simelia: Now this is getting interesting! Daniels: Humel forces Sledge off of Jakob who is pissed and charges at Sledge who catches him and huge belly to belly suplex that shakes the ring… Sid Simelia: Jakob rolls out of the ring and Sledge follows him out there… Daniels: Sledge had to be careful not to get counted out or DQ’ed… Sid Simelia: And of Ezra Mayhem… Daniels: Sledge drops Jakob with a double ax handle to the back and now is ripping the metal steps apart… Masters: Someone need to tell him this isn’t a hardcore match… Daniels: Ezra is making his way over but Jakob telling him to stay away, Sledge heads back over and grabs Jakob, he is trying to lift the big man but he’s out of luck, Jakob with an upper cut that staggers Sledge a bit and then Jakob lifts Sledge and slams him down hard across those metal steps!!! Sid Simelia: You can’t take the hardcore out of these guys no matter how hard you try. Daniels: Well they need to be careful because the ref is already up to a 4 count and Jakob sees that and rolls back into the ring to stop the count and then rolls back out of the ring and grabs Sledge… Masters: A heads up move from the Ultraviolent Champion. Daniels: Jakob rips Sledge up and sends him back first against the guard rail. Sid Simelia: Jakob is trying to work over the back of Sledge. Daniels: Jakob grabs Sledge and sends him back into the ring to avoid a count out and Humel is giving him the business… Sid Simelia: Well for the UV Champion to be booked in a normal match here tonight is crap, I know for a fact that Sledge wanted this to be under ‘hardcore’ rules but ‘others’ handcuffed Sledge by making this a wrestling match… -The fans begin to boo as a man in a suit walks out onto the stage and heads to the announcers table.- Daniels: Um folks we are being joined tonight by an unexpected guest, agent of both Sledge and Jakob Mayhem Mr. Tim McFarland, um, hello Tim… Sid Simelia: What the hell are you doing out here Timmy? Tim McFarland: Sorry gentleman to ambush you guys like this but I have paper work drawn up by my lawyers that prevents Sid from being around any of my clients and that also means calling there matches, Sid you stuck your nose in business that wasn’t yours so the CZW officials had me come out to replace you here tonight on the call of this match… Sid Simelia: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Tim McFarland: Read the papers Sid and hit the bricks. Masters: How do you like that, Sid is gone and now we will be joined by a true professional. Daniels: Well CZW security is removing Sid here as back in the ring Jakob has Sledge up and nails him with a running powerbomb!!! Masters: Jakob needs to be careful, lifting a fat ass like that could through out his back. Tim McFarland: You need not to worry, Jakob has been in the gym, his core is very strong… Daniels: Jakob drops for a cover… . . . . . ONE Daniels: but Sledge powers out… Tim McFarland: I’m a little surprised Sledge managed to kick up there, his heart hasn’t seemed into of late, it wouldn’t have shocked me to see him just roll over and take the lose there. Daniels: That is still your client Tim, I’m a bit shocked to hear you talk like that… Tim McFarland: I’m out here to call it like it is Jarred, truth is I represent both of these men and know there straights and weaknesses, well in Sledge’s case anyways, Jakob doesn’t really have any weaknesses. Masters: Built like that I can agree with that… Daniels: So much for you being able to call it down the middle… Tim McFarland: I don’t gain in this match, but yeah truth is I would rather see the client with a title win here tonight, makes more since for business you know. Daniels: Jakob had Sledge to his feet and drops with a DDT and Sledge’s head bounced off that mat hard there. Masters: With most I’d worry about a concussion but can you concuss what is not there? Tim McFarland: Well I will say Sledge is a tough guy but he’s out of his league out there, I know this and I didn’t want to see him get hurt out there. Daniels: So you are saying you are the one that made this a normal match? Tim McFarland: Listen I have to look after my clients, Jakob Mayhem is the UV Champion, I didn’t want to see Sledge lose his career out there, so yeah I asked for it not to me a hardcore match. Daniels: Jakob goes for the pin… . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO Daniels: but Sledge gets his shoulder up… Masters: and now Ezra is grabbing a chair… Tim McFarland: What the hell is he doing, Jakob told him back stage to stay out of this, he wanted to be honorable tonight and show these people that he honorable. Daniels: And Jakob is yelling at Ezra about the chair he stepped over and now Humel is also on it, both men yelling at Ezra but Sledge is slowly getting to his feet and OH SHIT HE’S GOT THE CHAIR!!! Tim McFarland: JAKOB LOOK OUT!!!! Masters: Sledge has the chair and Jakob turns… Daniels: AND SLEDGE DOTS JAKOB IN THE FACE WITH THAT CHAIR!!!! Tim McFarland: That was illegal, this isn’t a hardcore match… Daniela: But Jakob is still on his feet, a bit out of it but still standing, Sledge drops the chair and lifts Jakob up…BLOCK BUSTER ON THE CHAIR!!!!! Jakob is done! Masters: Tim just tossed his head set and is in a full sprint to the ring… Daniels: Humel turns away from Ezra and drops to count… . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO . . . . . Daniels: AND TIM PULLS JASON HUMEL OUT OF THE RING, HE’S SCREAMING AT HIM ABOUT THE CHAIR!!!! Masters: He’s doing the right thing here… Daniels: He’s fucking his own client here… Maters: Look Ezra is in the ring… Daniels: Ezra rips Sledge up to his feet and A HUGE POWERBOMB ONTO THAT CHAIR AND HE PULLS JAKOB ON TOP OF SLEDGE… Masters: Justice… Daniels: Justice my ass, Sledge had this match won and now Tim is pointing into the ring, Humel slides back in… . . . . . ONE . . . . . TWO . . . . . THREE!!!! Daniels: Sledge has been robbed out here tonight, and look at Jakob, he has no idea what just happened and is asking Tim and Ezra who have joined him in the ring. Masters: He doesn’t look happy right now as Tim is telling him what happened. Daniels: Jakob grabs Ezra by the throat and is screaming at him… Sid Simelia: I DON’T WANT TO BREAK UP THIS LOVEFEST BUT I HAVE A LITTLE SOMETHING YOU ALL MIGHT WANT TO HEAR… Masters: What is he doing back out here? Sid Simelia: I HAVE BEEN ASKED TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE A STATEMENT, FIRST OFF TIM, THESE PAPERS ARE SHIT, I HAVE JOB HERE AND YOUR LITTLE INJUNCTION ONLY BLOCKS ME FROM MAKING DECISIONS FOR YOUR CLIENTS BUT NOT CALLING THEIR MATCHES, NOW FIRST OFF CONGRATES JAKOB ON THE WIN, BUT THE POWER AT BE WERE NOT HAPPY THAT THEIR UV CHAMPION DIDN’T GET HARDCORE HERE IN JAPAN! -The fans go nuts for this.- Sid Simelia: SO I HAVE BEEN SENT OUT HERE SINCE I’M THE AGENT FOR THE UV GUYS TO INFORM YOU THAT IN TWO WEEKS TIME AT YOKOHAMA ON OVERDRIVE YOU WILL DEFEND YOUR UV TITLE IN A MATCH LIVING UP TO THAT BELTS STANDARD AGAINST THE VERY MAN THAT SHOULD HAVE BEATEN YOU TONIGHT…SLEDGE!!!!!! Daniels: Oh my god, what an announcement, Jakob v. Sledge for the UV Title in two weeks. Masters: It doesn’t matter, Jakob beat him here tonight and will do the same in two weeks. -The camera cuts to Sledge with a huge grin on his face and then back up into the ring at a pissed off group of men.- ***
CZW head of security, Casey ‘Big Daddy’ Rogers is now shown walking through the backstage area in a CZW shirt and dark jeans. He holds a walkie talkie in his hand and his eyes dart left to right alertly.
Rogers: “Call in, C team.”
*”All clear out back.”*
Rogers: “Good. Let’s keep it frosty, people.”
Rogers lowers the radio as Karl Jackson approaches him, obviously on guard at the thinly-veiled aggression in the Jackal’s stance.
Jackson: “Casey, just the man I was hoping to find. I just wanted to make sure that we weren’t going to have yet ANOTHER repeat interruption by Fiscus and friends this week.”
Rogers: “My boys are everywhere. They ain’t getting in.”
Jackson: “Uh-huh. That’s funny, because I’m pretty sure you said the exact same thing in Kobe. I don’t have to remind you of what happened then, do I?”
Rogers: “Look, your job is to guard Damage, and MY job is to worry about security. So how about you go do your job and leave mine to me?”
Jackson: “I’m just trying to figure out how so many of these black-shirted bastards got in under your nose, Casey. Are you that bad at your job, or did you just open the door for them?”
Rogers, at this point, looks almost ready to tear Karl in half…or at least try.
Rogers: “Look here, cue-ball, I don’t like where you’re taking this, but I can promise you three things. I ain’t no bitch, I ain’t no snitch, and I ain’t no damn traitor! Damage has pissed a lot of people off by passing out a lot of pink slips, but he didn’t pass one to ME. I still HAVE my job, so I’m still going to DO my job. This is what I do, and I’m not going to put MY job on the line because I feel a few other guys got a raw deal.”
Jackson stares long and hard at Rogers, but Casey doesn’t flinch a bit. Finally, Karl nods.
Jackson: “Okay, Casey, but I’m warning you. No more screw-ups, or it’ll be your ass, understand?”
Rogers only stares at Jackson in reply for several long seconds and then turns away from him to continue on his patrol. Karl watches after him for a moment before resuming his own search.
We cut backstage. Shawn Waters is walking towards the locker rooms, Ashley Valentine close behind him. They appear to be fighting.
Waters: Look...just stay away! You've been following me incessantly, you keep trying to get back together with me...and you screw me and KB out of the Tag Titles! You keep screwing up!
Valentine: Shawn! I'm so sorry...I was just trying to help...I...
Waters: Enough...seriously...
Valentine: I love you, Shawn! Remember when we said we'd always love each other?
Waters: You left me...for Dusty Davis...how can you say...that you still love me?
Valentine: ...it was a mistake...but...you were too busy with your career...I thought you forgot about me...
Waters: No...I didn't! Just because we took a break meant it was over forever!
Valentine: It isn't over! Look...let's get back together now...
Waters: No! It's too late...
???: Awww...isn't that sweet...
(Scene suddenly switches back to the announcers)
DANIELS: "Wait! Who was that?"
MASTERS: "Bloody hell..." ***
-=- NON-TITLE MATCH! -=- Daniels: One half of the Brand New Tag Team Champions is going to be in action against the Intercontinental Champion. Masters: Yeah, and the loser is out here to watch the match too. Brian: Hey! I’m one half of the loser thank you. One fourth really since it was a triple threat match. Masters: News Flash you’re not a champion meaning, no one cares about you. Brian: I’d rather listen to Cole do commentating then you Masters! Daniels: With that, we’ll send it to Jessica Towers for the ring announcements. The bell rings as Jessica is standing in the ring getting some whistles form the men in the crowd. Scatman begins to play as the fans cheer as one half of the new Tag Team Champions is on the stage as Rosman has a huge smile on his face and he comes down to the ring. Jessica: Introducing to the ring first he is from The Dungeon Master’s Lair! He is also one half of the NEW Tag Team Champions….. ROSMAN BALLARD! Masters: Do you feel happy knowing you lost to that thing? Brian: Take nothing away from Rosman. He pinned Shawn Waters and he is currently one half of the Tag Champs. He is a lot tougher than he looks. Rosman gets in the ring as he holds his title above his head as Kanye West’s Power begins to play over the speakers. The Japanese fans cheer very loudly as Ronnie is on the stage and in Japan getting ready for Rosman. Daniels: There he is the IC Champion is here in Japan. Jessica: His opponent, from Birmingham Alabama. He is the CZW Intercontinental Champion. “Simply” Ronnie McNeil! Brian: The IC champion and probably the best athlete in CZW another very tough man in that ring right there. Masters: Hey Brian, what do Ronnie and Rosman have in common? Brian: What do they have in common Masters? Masters: They both beat your ass for a title belt! Brian then slaps Masters in the back of the head as Masters immediately stops laughing. Daniels: Here we go, Ronnie and Rosman circling the ring as they tie up. The two of them are evenly matched up size wise and this should be a great match up. Ronnie showing off his strength as he pushes Ross into the ropes and the referee asks for a clean break and he gets it. Ronnie backs up and Ross comes off the ropes and the two are in the middle of the ring again. They tie up again but it doesn’t last long as Ronnie knees Ross in the gut. He then hits Rosman with a big clubbing like right to the back and Ross is down on one knee now. Brian: I think it’s obvious that Ronnie is the faster of the two and he is showing that off. Masters: Come up with that all on your own Brian? Brian: Masters. How do you still have a job? Masters: I still have this job because I know losers when I see them. Speaking of losers, look at Rosman he just got nailed with a huge boot to the side of the head. Ronnie a quick cover but he only gets a one count. However, the kick from Ronnie definitely has Rosman seeing some real fairies and dragons right now. Brian: Yeah, I’m sitting beside a big Fairy right now. Masters: Leave Daniels alone Brian! Daniels: Well now Ronnie is going to work on the right leg of Rosman as he is dropping knees to it and elbows the leg. He is now dragging Rosman towards the ropes as he puts Rosman’s leg on the bottom rope and jumps up and comes down hard on the leg. Brian: He is taking out that leg fiercely, Ronnie is going to make it that Rosman won’t even be able to walk for weeks after this. Masters: Not that is matters, Rosman doesn’t have to move to play his lame ass games. Ronnie still going to work on the leg as he is lifting Rosman’s whole body it seems off the mat and slamming that leg to the mat. Ronnie is taking great pride in his work here as he should. Daniels: He is taking control of the match and he is bringing Rosman back to his feet and look. Rosman grabs Ronnie and gets a small package for a two count! Rosman almost won the match right there. Brian: It’s that easy to lose a match and Ronnie like the pro he is immediately with a huge kick right to that leg of Rosman as Rosman is in a world of pain right now. Masters: Yeah break that damn leg. He is now dragging Rosman back to the ropes and this time Ronnie slides out of the ring. He pulls Rosman and he could be going for….. Yes he swings Rosman’s leg into the ring post. He does it one more time and now what is he doing….. Daniels: He’s got a Figure Four Leg Lock hooked in around the ring post as Rosman is screaming in the ring. Brian: Ronnie won’t be winning the match right here but if this doesn’t take Rosman completely out of the match I don’t know what will. Ronnie finally breaks the hold and he stands up and quickly slides back into the ring. Cover from Ronnie 1.…2... Nope Rosman gets the shoulder up. There are a lot of guys with no quit in them and Rosman, his story to make it here to CZW shows that he has absolutely no quit. Even if he is a lucky champion. Masters: HA HA HA HA Daniels: Regardless how you look at it at the end of the day he is a champion and now Ronnie pulls Rosman into the middle of the ring and gets another Figure Four Leg lock in on Rosman and this could be it. Ross is trying to fight it and his shoulders are on the mat. The referee counts each time but gets no further than a once count each time. Masters: Here it comes, Rosman is going to tap. He is going for it….. Brian: No he’s not. Rosman is turning this over….. YES! Rosman flips it he has a reverse figure four hooked in on Ronnie and now it’s Ronnie screaming in pain. Ronnie breaks the figure four as Rosman crawls to the corner to recuperate and Ronnie takes a quick breather. Masters: Rosman has an opportunity to take control but he’s in too much pain to get an advantage. Rosman is using the ropes to help him get to his feet and Ronnie is on his feet now. Ronnie comes over and throws a big right that Rosman blocks. Ronnie throws another right and Rosman blocks it again and hit’s a right of his own. Rosman with a noticeable limp as he hits Ronnie with another right and another. Rosman though is slowed down by that leg as he is limping and Ronnie with a kick right to that injured leg of Rosman! Brian: Excellent move there by Ronnie, take advantage of that obvious injury and weakness. Rosman is down on one knee and Ronnie is going for a DDT it seems but Rosman blocks it. Rosman turns the DDT into a back body drop! Daniels: Rosman is continuously buying some more match for himself but he can’t capitalize because of that right leg of his. Rosman is getting the ropes to help him up again as he is back to a vertical base. Ronnie is now on his feet too and he comes over and throws a right and Rosman just ducks. Ronnie spins and Rosman catches him and hits Ronnie with a German Suplex! Rosman now with a cover 1.…. 2.…. No! Ronnie kicks out but Rosman is showing life again. Masters: Rosman plays Dungeons and Dragons he has no life at all. Rosman is back to his feet as Ronnie is still on the ground. Rosman limps over to Ronnie and pulls him to his feet. Rosman is going for a DDT of his own this time but Ronnie turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges it and the cover 1.…..2.….. Rosman gets the shoulder up again. What does Ronnie have to do to put this guy away! Daniels: Maybe this, Ronnie has an Ankle lock cinched in as Rosman is trying to get to the ropes and Ronnie, still standing is preventing him from getting there. Rosman, rolls through though and the momentum sends Ronnie into the ring post. His shoulder crashing into the ring post and Rosman using adrenaline hops to his feet and pulls Ronnie to the middle of the ring and hits The Beholder’s Paralyzer! Brian: That backstabber hit with absolute perfection but that seemed to have done some damage to that leg of Rosman as he can’t get an immediate cover. Masters: Rosman, using all of his strength to crawl over and he drapes the arm over Ronnie. 1.……..2.……..3! Brian: NO! Ronnie got the shoulder up! Masters: Oh, I thought he had him there! Daniels: Even Rosman thought he had him as he has a surprised look on his face. Ronnie rolls over and is now sitting in the corner trying to get back into it as Rosman follows. Rosman brings Ronnie to his feet and he lifts him up. Could he be going for The Minotaur’s Stampede? Brian: I don’t think he can hit this running Spinebuster on Ronnie. He’s lifting him up, he’s going for it but Ronnie fights him off. Masters: Ronnie just hammering Ross with rights until Ross drops Ronnie. Now Ronnie is lifting Ross up and going for the Magic City Driver. Rosman is now trying to fight out of it as he starts hitting Ronnie with some elbows. Ronnie drops Rosman as Ross is on his feet and he grabs Ronnie. He could be going for that Heart Punch that has put others away but Ronnie quickly hit’s a forearm to the head of Rosman. He then follows that up with a kick to the gut. Ronnie bounces off the ropes and goes for the scissors kick but Rosman gets out of the way. Ronnie with his back to Ronnie now as Ross has the Dragon Sleeper locked in! Brian: What a turn around this is for Rosman! He could win the match! Daniels: The Dragon Slayer locked in as Ronnie is trying his best to get out of it. Ronnie leaves his as could Ross be going for a reverse suplex? Masters: Ronnie turns it into a reverse DDT! What a move by Ronnie! He is going for the cover again 1.…..2.…..NO! Brian: THERE IS NO QUIT IN ROSMAN BALLARD! NOTHING WILL KEEP THIS GUY AND TITLE THIEF DOWN! Daniels: Ronnie’s in disbelief and also catching his breath after that Dragon Sleeper. I’m still amazed Ronnie even got out of it. Ronnie is now on his feet and he is stalking Rosman. Rosman slowly and surely on his feet and he turns and Ronnie is going for Flawless. Ross pushes Ronnie away. Ronnie bounces off the ropes and bounces back and hit’s a MASSIVE Spine Buster on Ronnie! Ross now with the cover 1.……..2.……….NO! Brian: Ronnie kicks out ! Masters: Ronnie is still down as Rosman is slowly but surely getting to the top rope. What could Rosman be going for…… Brian: Apparently nothing! Daniels: Ronnie with a nip up and he jumps to the top ropes and hits FLAWLESS ON ROSMAN OFF THE TOP ROPE! Ronnie with the cover 1.…………2.…………..3! The bell rings and Ronnie rolls off of Rosman as the referee raises his hands and hands Ronnie the belt as he is on the outside of the ring as Power by Kanye West plays in the arena. Jessica: Here is you winner of the match SIMPLY RONNIE MCNEIL! Daniels: These Japanese fans are going insane what a match. What a showing by Rosman but at the end of the day Ronnie the intercontinental Champion walks out of the ring with the win. Wait what is Brian doing? Masters: He’s going to let that nerd have it finally! Brian is looking down at a knocked out Rosman as the referee is in Brian’s face telling him not to attack Rosman as Brian has a microphone in hand. Brian: Congratulations Rosman! You are one half of the new tag team champions! Ladies and gentlemen Rosman Ballard! Brian starts clapping as the fans in the Osaka Prefectural Gymnasium all join in. Brian: You see Rosman I’m so impressed I simply thought how can I reward Rosman? How can I show my appreciation to you Rosman Ballard? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I show you my appreciation by taking back the tag titles. You see Johnny and I agreed and at Extreme Intervention the incredibly underwhelming team Dungeons and Weed Whackers will take on the team that epitomizes CZW Tag Team Wrestling. The Spectacle! Rosman, I’d wait for you to wake up and get your response but I don’t have to because that’s what a rematch clause does for me! Thanks for your time Rosman go tell Waylon if you ever wake up I have something else to deal with. Brian walks away from Rosman and goes and takes a seat on the top rope. The fans in Japan start a B Double chant for Brian as he waits for the chant to die down. Brian: Now, if you all would join me in welcoming Krimzon Blaze to the ring. Headstrong by Trapt begins to play as Krimzon Blaze is now on the stage. The fans in Osaka Japan are going ballistic as Krimzon Blaze is giving some high fives to the fans at ring side on his way to the ring. Krimzon then runs into the ring and looks across as Brian is still sitting on the top rope. Brian: You lost me my title Krimzon. You and that Australian Bastard! You are the reasons that Johnny and I lost the Tag Team belts to the thirty four year old virgin and the Home Hardware employee! (BB's caps lock froze, I ain't fixing this shit - Alan) KRIMZON LOOKS ON CONFUSED AS BRIAN HOPS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND GETS IN HIS FACE. BRIAN: YOU SEE IT WAS YOUR TAG TEAM PARTNER THAT TOOK THE FALL! HOWEVER, HE WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO TAKE THE FALL IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU AND YOUR HIGH FLYING IDIOCY! YOU TOOK OUT NOT ONLY JOHNNY AND MYSELF. YOU TOOK YOURSELF OUT OF THE MATCH AS WELL LEAVING YOUR PARTNER IN BASICALLY A TWO ON ONE SCENARIO AND ALLOWING HIM TO TAKE THE FALL AND COST THE SPECTACLE WHAT SHOULD BE OURS! OUR TAG TEAM TITLES! KRIMZON: WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU PROPOSE WE DO ABOUT THAT? BRIAN: WELL YOU SEE KRIMZON BLAZE THERE ISN’T ANYTHING YOU AND I CAN DO ABOUT THE LACK OF GOLD AROUND MY WAIST. HOWEVER, THERE IS SOMETHING WE CAN DO ABOUT THIS SITUATION. YOU SEE THERE IS NO DOUBT A MASSIVE AMOUNT OF RESPECT IN THIS RING. YOU FOR I AND I FOR YOU. WE RESPECT ONE ANOTHER . THEREFORE, JUST BECAUSE THIS WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. YOU AND I HAVE A SETTLE TO SCORE! THE LAST I CHECKED THE BLAZE VERSUS BLAZE SERIES IS AT A STALEMATE. ONE WIN FOR ME AND ONE WIN FOR YOU. SO WHAT DO YOU SAY, THE NEXT SHOW FOR THESE GREAT JAPANESE FANS! BRIAN BLAZE, KRIMZON BLAZE, THE RUBBER MATCH! WE CAN FINALLY UNLEASH ALL THE FRUSTRATION WE HAVE WITH ONE ANOTHER AND PROVE ONCE AND FOR ALL WHO TRULY IS BLAZING CZW. THE FANS IN OSAKA GO INSANE AT THE PROPOSAL FROM BRIAN AS KRIMZON TAKES THE MIRCOPHONE FROM BRIAN. KRIMZON: BRIAN, DON’T THINK I FORGOT THE ATTACK YOU PERFORMED ON ME IN AUSTRALIA. THE TAG MATCH WAS A GOOD STEP IN SOME REVENGE HOWEVER, HMM. LET ME JUST ASK. DO YOU PEOPLE WANT TO SEE KRIMZON BLAZE TAKE ON BRIAN BLAZE IN THE ULTIMATE RUBBER MATCH! THE FANS ONCE AGAIN GO INSANE AS KRIMZON NODS HIS HEAD IN APPROVAL AND WAITS FOR THEM TO DIE DOWN. KRIMZON: WELL BRIAN. IT APPEARS AS IF THE KODE OF SILENCE…….. HAS CHOSEN YOU! KRIMZON DROPS THE MICROPHONE AS BRIAN EXTENDS HIS HAND. KRIMZON ACCEPTS THE HAND SHAKE AS IT IS OFFICIAL IN NAGOYA JAPAN. KRIMZON BLAZE VERSUS BRIAN BLAZE FOR THE THIRD TIME IN CZW! ***
-=- THEY REQUESTED IT.. JAPANESE DEATH MATCH! -=- Daniels: Well after everything we've already seen here tonight and just how amazing and exciting it's been you'd be forgiven for wondering why it's so quiet in here, the reason of course is the same reason for this tense atmosphere Masters: That's right Jarred, it's time for things to get serious, even with all the extreme violence CZW is used to it doesn't compare to this Daniels: No indeed. This is not brutal it's just dangerous. These athletes are literally putting it all on the line tonight. The fans feel it, we feel it, and i guarantee the guys in the back are feeling it. The ring has just finished being set up for Buzzsaw and Mike Monroe's... JAPANESE DEATH MATCH! Dead Bodies Everywhere rings out over the arena and the Japanese fans go absolutely wild for their ''Hardcore Icon'' Daniels: Well here comes Buzzsaw, this man is already twice champion of death match tournaments. But you have to wonder what is going through his head putting himself in a match like this when he has a championship fatal four way coming up against three outstanding opponents Masters: Even i have to agree with you, well, about everything but the ''outstanding'' part. He may be taking his status here in Japan just a little too seriously. Daniels: Nothing wrong with that at all, except in this situation. This an unseemly risk for both these men in the midst of everything CZW is currently going through. They are extremely brave Masters: Aaaaand extremely stupid Buzzsaw finally finishes celebrating with the crowd and gingerly enters the ring underneath the bottom line of barbed wire. His T-Shirt catches and rips, but he makes it through otherwise unscathed. He rips off the rest of the shirt and throws it to the rabid audience. The usual polite and unassuming Japanese audience start a mini brawl in an attempt to get Buzzsaws shirt. He starts limbering up as ''Nightmare'' by Avenged Sevenfold kicks in over the speakers. Daniels: A nice reaction here for Mike Monroe, but i think even he knows that he will be booed out of the building tonight as soon as he lays a finger on their beloved Buzzsaw. Masters: Well, it's no less than what he deserves Daniels: You would. Well Mike takes the smart route into the ring and climbs the supports holding the barbed wire ropes on at the corner and leaps into the ring from the turnbuckle. Now there are two boards in the ring as you all can see, in the middle of both these boards is what makes this match truly dangerous. A charge of C4 explosive. Any one of those two lands on those boards and it's basically all over Both men now in the ring, and carefully avoiding the boards, stare at each other as the bell rings DING DING Daniels: And Buzzsaw wastes no time here going for the kill, he tries a running hip toss onto one of those boards, but thankfully Mike sees it coming and applies the brakes. Monroe punches Buzzsaw in the gut and follows up with a quick kick. He takes Buzzsaws arm and irish whips him to the barbs, but Buzzsaw stop himself before he reaches them and turns towards Mike. Both men then tie up, jockeying back and forth as the Japanese fans cheer their support. Buzzsaw comes off better and takes Mike into a hammerlock, he swings his free forearm back and starts clubbing Monroe on the back of the head. Monroe slips his foot behind and tips Buzzsaw, jumping on him and lays some hard forearms to his Jaw Daniels: Looks like Buzzsaws face is taking a little bit of punishment here. But no, he blocks a blow and clubs Mike off of him Both men return to their feet Mike runs in and executes a dropkick. Buzzsaw evades it and takes advantage of Monroe downing himself to run in with a low dropkick of his own, skidding Mike towards one of the boards Daniels: WHOA that was close. The fans feel it too as they collectively release a breath there. I think Mike feels it too Monroe is sweating as he looks to the board just inches from where he landed. He rolls to his feet but Buzzsaw is already there throwing left hooks to Monroe, backing him towards the barb wire. Just as they reach the ropes Mike ducks under Buzzsaws arm and finally lands his dropkick, sending Buzzsaw violently into the barb ropes OOOOWWWAAAAA The crowd yell as Buzzsaw automatically tears himself away from the point of impact, leaving tiny bloodlets dripping down his back from a hundred different holes. Masters: Ouch, and looks like that hit has lit a fire under Buzzsaw Buzzsaw comes at Mike with lefts and rights, to his face and body, Mike reels back, unable to block and Buzzsaw kicks him in the gut and hits a double underhook DDT to Mike. He straddles him and starts repeatedly head-butting Monroe over and over Daniels: Mike looks like he's losing focus here, Buzzsaw finally releases him and drags him up by the hair. He's pulling him over to one of those boards... what is he gonna do? Masters: Hand around the throat, could be looking at a goozle here... i can't look . . . . . . . . Daniels: NO! Phew, Mike gut kicks Buzzsaw and... Superkick, that almost took Buzzsaws head clean off. Mike takes no time to recuperate as he runs to the barbed ropes and jumps to the second, getting as much height from the taught steel as possible to perform a corkscrew moonsault Daniels: Landed perfectly. This crowd getting right into it. A couple of those barbs had to have penetrated Mikes boot there, but if they did he's sure not showing it, and a cover 1 . . . . 2 Masters: Kickout at two. I think these fans would have been hell of a disappointed if it had ended there Daniels: I wouldn't have, i'd have seen it as a mercy Mike raises Buzzsaw and sends him into another irish whip to the ropes... Daniels: REVERSED... HARD... GOD DAMN CZW.... CZW.... CZW The irish whip reversal sent Monroe into the barbs with force. So much force that the ropes gave way and Mike collapses in a tangled heap on the concrete outside Daniels: God, Buzzsaw looking down, not sure what to do, he can't reach Mike while he's wrapped in all the barbed wi... Masters: Unless he does that OOOHHH... BUZZSAW BUZZSAW BUZZSAW Buzzsaw, after looking down at Mike decided to climb the nearest turnbuckle and come off in a flying splash landing straight on top of Mike Monroe... and all the wire. He tries to get back up, but both men are now too entangled. Daniels: What is he doing? Is he insane? Buzzsaw, seeing no other way out, decided to manually untangle both him and Mike, He starts ripping the barbs off of his bare chest and arms, and forcibly doing the same to Mike Daniels: Well we said this wasn't going to be pretty, both these men now absolutely covered in each others blood. Finally out from those barb ropes though thank god Buzzsaw lifts mike up and tackles him into the side of the ring. Mike slides down the side as Buzzsaw looks around him. He sees a chair next to the announce table and runs to pick it up. Returning and picking up some of the barb wire he starts to wrap the chair to the applause and cheers of the crowd Daniels: Evil intentions here from Buzzsaw and this match got ultra-violent in a hurry. He lifts the now covered chair high overhead Masters: But Mike catches it mid swing Monroe, now on his feet, fights with Buzzsaw over ownership of the chair. Eventually Buzzsaw tears the chair away from Mikes grasp and swings it overhead. Monroe, in one swift move, ducks the chair and goes low for a leg sweep, tripping Buzzsaw and sending him down face first onto the barb chair Daniels: Oh my god, this is sickening, having to see Buzzsaw disentangle his FACE from barb wire... i can't watch Buzzsaw lets out an audible scream as he pulls his face away, it now matching perfectly with his bloodied body. He stands and turns straight into a Glimmering Warlock and a pin 1 . . . . 2 . . Daniels: And Buzzsaw kicks out again, i can't believe it, the match may have not been going on long, but both these mens bodies are ravaged Mike slams his hands on the concrete in frustration before picking Buzzsaw up and guiding him to the announce desk, rolling him on top and throwing a few punches into his face before running into the ring via the collapsed ropes and up to the turnbuckle he turns and signals to the fans before taking a giant leaping frogsplash . . . . . . . . . Masters: BUZZSAW MOVES! A roar erupts from the crowd as Mike Monroe crashes through the now empty table, the table collapses on impact sending Mike shuddering to floor level. He lies motionless, still bleeding profusely from the barb wire earlier, Buzzsaw still out near him. Buzzsaw is the first to make a move, moving on his elbows inch by inch until he gets to Monroe and drapes and arm over him 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3 Daniels: NO... OH MY GOD MIKE KICKED OUT!!! Masters: I can't believe it. Daniels: Neither can Buzzsaw... neither can these fans! Buzzsaw slowly rolls to his side and then to his feet. He steadies himself and wipes the blood from his tattered face. He makes his way over and grabs up Monroe, leading him back towards the ring. He rolls him inside and follows after, picking Mike up and leading him over to one of the boards. He hooks the arms, the crowd go absolutely nuts knowing that Buzzsaw is setting up for the Buzzkiller, right to the C4. . . . . . . . . . . Daniels: MONROE COUNTERS! HOLY SHIT Masters: Straight into the Blood From a Stone, what an amazing counter from the angel wing hold 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3!!! Daniels: It's all ove.... NO the referee is calling for two, jesus, if Buzzsaw got his shoulder up it must have been impercievable to anyone but the ref. This crowd however are loving the decision. Their hero fights on Masters: Are you sure? He looks in no fit state to do anything right now Daniels: Maybe so, but Mike is going to have to be wondering what it'll take to put Buzzsaw away, both men are already torn half to bits Mike slowly makes his way to his feet. He lifts Buzzsaw up and grabs him in a headlock, dragging him towards one of the still upright barb sides, he grabs the back of Buzzsaws head and... OOOOWWWWAAAAA Daniels: I don't think i can watch much more of this, i really don't Masters: Getting squeamish Daniels? Monroe continues to drag Buzzsaws forehead along the barb wire as the crowd boo their disapproval. Suddenly, from nowhere, Buzzsaw springs into life, throwing elbows stiff into Mikes ribs. Mike releases the hold and the horrible visage of Buzzsaw turns around Manically and hits three swift punches to Monroe before sending him flying with an irish whip to the opposite rope. Mike, as Buzz did earlier, lands full on in the wires and, on instinct, rips himself straight off of them arching his back, not looking, and walking straight into a... Daniels: SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR! 1 . . . . 2 . . . . Daniels: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! MONROE KICKED OUT! Buzzsaw sinks to his back, all adrenaline gone. He looks over at the bloody Monroe, both men caked in blood from head to toe. Buzzsaw looks around him from his position on the canvas Masters: What is he doing? Daniels: From the look of it, i don't want to know Buzzsaw inches his way, still on the mat, to the closest C4 board. He drags it as best he can from his position on his back, to the center of the ring. He takes a few breaths and gets to his knees, then a foot, then finally to both feet. He goes to the opposite corner and grabs the other board. He lifts it at one end and drags it to the center also, he lowers the board down gently on top of the other one Daniels: Jesus christ, is he fucking nuts? That could go off! Masters: Language! and yes, it could, but he's trying to balance it without pressure, if he does it right the only thing that'll set both of them off is... well you see where i'm going with this. Buzzsaw closes his eyes and releases his grip on the board. It doesn't go off, he opens his eyes and looks around the arena, soaking in the look of every fan who are all on their feet in anticipation. He looks over to Mike Monroe and lifts him bodily from the ground. He goes to drag Mike over... Daniels: Unbelievable, Monroe's fighting back, one punch to the gut, another, Mike's free, a low kick, mid kick, high kick, Buzzsaw's unfocused, swaying... Mike's running to those hellish ropes, he jumps to the top . . . . . SHOCK TRAUMA . . . . . Masters: BUZZSAW COUNTERS..... LAST RIDE POWERBOMB . . . . . . . . BOOM HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT Daniels: CHRIST IN HELL MONROE'S BEEN BLOWN TO KINGDOM COME! The explosion from the double tiered C4 boards is astoundingly loud and blows Monroe four feet in the air before landing with a thud on the canvas a few feet away. Buzzsaw, spent, lying on the mat looks to where he landed and starts crawling Daniels: Look at Monroes back, Jesus, look at his back, i'm not sure if there's any skin under that blood and blackness, oh jesus, get someone out here NOW! Masters: Looks like Buzzsaw isn't caring as he rolls Monroe onto it 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3! The referee calls for the final bell and straight away starts signaling for medical help. Buzzsaw rolls off of Mike and looks down on him before collapsing on the mat, drenched in blood. Monroe hasn't moved a muscle since his decent and two stretchers are hastily rolled to ringside Daniels: Well this is serious people. Buzzsaw obviously needs checked for the millions of gashes on every part of his body and heavy blood loss. But the bigger story here is Mike Monroe who landed on two pieces of C4 explosive and looks to be very very badly injured here. This isn't a joke, this isn't T.V, you've all watched CZW enough to know that what happens here is never faked, these guys fight it out for the win, tooth and nail, and this time it might have just went too far. Both men on stretchers now, the E.M.Ts finding it hard to get through this tangle of barb wire, but they've done their job well. Both men going up the ramp, Monroe obviously being rushed fast out of here. Oh god, that was the most sickening thing... Masters: Wait, what's going on? At the top of the ramp Buzzsaws cart has stopped, a loud voice can be heard and the E.M.Ts are hastily loosening the binds that are holding Buzzsaw in place. When off he falls clumsily off the cart sideways and then slowly, dripping blood, gets to his knees. The medics help him to his feet before he waves them off. Shakily he walks to the edge of the ramp, looking out over the crowd. He raises both his arms in victory and unleashes a great yell. The Japanese people respond by getting to their feet, every person, to a man, and applauding the efforts of their Hardcore Hero. After a few moments of taking it all in Buzzsaw bows to them, turns, and walks out on his own two feet. ***
The early morning light illuminates the cold, deserted graveyard even before the sun has managed to fully rise on the horizon. The last of the dead, brown leaves fall silently to the damp earth as the end of fall passes and winter begins to settle in. It's cold enough in this northeastern part of the country this time of year to numb the extremities and cause one's breath to fog up in midair. The sound of the fallen leaves being disturbed as something or someone moves slowly through them grows closer and closer. Finally, a man of average build enters the scene, an air of familiarity surrounding him. He is, no doubt, the same man that appeared in the last graveyard during the last edition of Overdrive. The man runs his fingers slowly over the top of yet another headstone planted in the ground, much as he had before. A black hooded jacket hides all of his face except for a malevolent smile. A crow squawking in the distance breaks the silence, followed shortly by the sound of the man's cold, raspy voice.
"The CZW Renegades may have taken a blow in the form of the arrests of Alan Fiscus, Justin Marsham, and Jeran Hudson recently, but it is nothing more than a minor speedbump in their plans for domination. Somehow, I doubt any of them sat long enough behind bars to even be alone with their own thoughts for any period of time, unlike myself. I've been alone with my thoughts for quite some time. The more I sit and think, the more I realize that action must be taken. I'm not talking about random group assaults in the parking lot or demanding the arrests of three men, no. If CZW has any hopes at all of destroying this group of deviants, they'll need to combine those two efforts and attack the heart of the order with numbers. This is where I come in."
The man under the hood squats down in front of the grave, blocking the view of the tombstone. He continues to run his fingers obsessively over the letters etched into the stone.
"Two weeks ago, I challenged every man, woman, and beast on the CZW roster that wasn't afraid to stand for their way of life to rise up and join me in taking down these misfits. I also called out one Jeran Hudson as the first name on my list of asses to kick. I'd be very disappointed indeed, Jeran, to learn that you have yet to figure it out. I'll be even more disappointed if you still don't know what's going on by the end of this video transmission. I know how much you love to play mind games with your prey, Jeran, and how much you hate to have the feeling reciprocated. Therefore, I'll make this simple. Ever heard the phrase, 'The third time's the charm?' That applies to your situation, although I'm sad to say it won't be the case for you. The outcome is going to be just the same as it was before, and a whole new phrase comes into play: 'History always repeats itself.' Funny thing, history. It does indeed seem to always work itself into the picture, days, months, even years down the road. In this instance, history has worked its way back into the picture on this very day. It is here, just a few miles away from this gravesite, that the First Continental Congress convened and drew up a petition against the British government early in the American Revolution. What is it that we have on our hands, if not a Revolution? Mark my words, Jeran, it is a Revolution indeed that will see you fall."
The man rises to his feet, revealing yet another tombstone with Jeran Hudson's name engraved in the hard surface.
"Rest assured, Mr. Hudson, things will begin to make sense very soon. The pieces to the puzzle will begin to fall into place much sooner than you think. Although history can be very interesting, there is no time like the present. After all, why put off something until tomorrow which can be done today? Today, it becomes official. The end is just the beginning."
The man reaches for the inside pocket of his jacket, then retracts his hand with another single black rose in his grasp. He lays the rose on top of the tombstone, then turns and slowly walks away. ***
The fans in attendance cheer as the scene opens up on CZW World Heavyweight Championship which is set atop a black gym bag which sets upon a bench. The cheers grow louder as the camera continues to pan backwards, revealing the World Champion Eddie Rowan, his foot up beside said gym bag as he ties one of his wrestling boots. Eddie is dressed in his ring gear and he wears a sleeveless hoodie. The sound of a door opening nearby steals his attention from his boot, and he tugs sharply at the strings before standing upright just as Ryan Shane enters the shot. Shane eyes Eddie with a smug grin, but Eddie doesn’t react in the slightest.
Shane: “So…CHAMP. I’m sure you’ve noticed lately that these Renegades have been finding their way past heavily fortified security as of late. How could that be possible, I wonder? Hmmm…I have an idea. Perhaps someone on the inside has been helping them out all along…”
Eddie holds his palm up at this point.
Eddie: “Hold up…you’re suggesting that *I* had something to do with it? Let’s not forget that I was one of the first guys getting my ass kicked by the Renegades in full force. Let’s also not forget-“
Shane: “Don’t treat me like some sort of paranoid moron, Rowan. Naturally I wouldn’t expect you to be the mole. You’ve taken your share of beatings at their hands and I highly doubt you’d have the resolve or ability to take so much punishment just for the sake of maintaining a ruse. Your friend Spencer, however…”
Eddie: “What the hell are you talking about?”
Shane: “I’m merely pointing out the fact that your ‘manager’ hasn’t been with you during the Renegade assaults. He didn’t even accompany you to the ring in your match against Mortius at Horrorcore. Why would that be?”
Eddie glares at Shane.
Eddie: “Spence didn’t go out with me in that match because Mort and I went into the match as respectful opponents. We settled it one on one, and besides, I knew I didn’t have to worry about him pulling some underhanded bullshit, which is more than I can say for you. It’s called respect, which is something you know very little about.”
Shane: “It doesn’t change the fact that he was ‘conveniently absent’ each time the Renegades attacked. He wasn’t there at Horrorcore, and he wasn’t there in Kobe.”
Eddie: “I need to bring my manager with me when I do commentary now? Spencer is a grown boy and he can do what he wants. What he ISN’T, however, is a traitor!”
Shane only stares at Eddie with a half-grin, nodding.
Shane: “Well, you would know, wouldn’t you?”
Eddie: “Oh, hey, haven’t you got a match to prepare for? SON?”
With an arrogant smirk, Shane leaves…almost running into Spencer as he exits. He gives him a smug grin and walks away without a word. Spencer enters the locker room with a somewhat confused expression.
Spencer: “What the bloody hell did he want?”
Eddie only pulls his other boot up onto the bench, tying the laces.
Eddie: “Nothing, he’s just a tool. Where were you?”
Spencer: “Me? I had a phone call to make.”
Eddie looks at Spencer for a bit longer than a quick glance.
Spencer: “What?”
Eddie: “Nothing…”
Daniels: Alright! It’s time for our Horrorcore rematch! Masters: That’s right! Finally Alexander Slate can get the title he deserves! Daniels: Hey now...El Pablo beat Slate fair and square at Horrorcore! Masters: Pft... ‘Run With the Wolves’ by The Prodigy hits. Alexander Slate walks out, Lydia May by his side. They make their way to the ring, with purpose, ignoring the fans. Masters: This guy has it in the bag! Daniels: No, he doesn’t...he is an outstanding competitor and it would not surprise me to see him win here...but El Pablo is the only grand slam champion in CZW history! You cannot count him out in any match! Masters: Stop kissing ass, Daniels... Daniels: But I...you are the one kissin... Masters: Shut up, Daniels...your lover boy is coming out. ‘Hypersonic’ by Jane’s Addiction hits. El Pablo walks out onto the stage, Cristal by his side. Cristal glares down at Lydia May and makes a cut throat motion. EP high fives the fans on the way down to the ring. He slides into the ring and jumps onto a turnbuckle, taking off his X title and flashing it to the crowd. Slate takes the chance and hammers EP from behind with an elbow. The X title flies outside the ring and EP almost falls out of the ring. Slate climbs to the second rope and back suplexes EP to the floor! He goes for the cover! Daniels: This early? 1 2 Kickout! Daniels: Well that didn’t work. Masters: Shut up, Daniels! You suck at sarcasm! Just stick to being lame...it’s surprisingly less annoying! Slate keeps on the attack, working on EP’s legs. He then lines EP up and nails a kick to the head. He covers again. 1 2 Kickout! Slate locks EP in a headlock. He keeps the pressure on, but EP starts to fight back. EP is able to return to a standing base...but Slate shuts him down with a head snap! Slate smirks, before going back to the legs of EP. Masters: Slate has been in control all match! Just shows you how great he is... Daniels: Ha...he cheap shotted EP at the start of the match! Masters: I saw Slate starting the match on the offence...take it how you will...it was still great! Slate quickly locks in a leg lock, but EP is close to the ropes and grabs them, forcing Slate to release the hold. Slate takes a step back as El Pablo pulls himself to his feet. Slate then charges at EP. He aims a kick at EP’s sore leg. But EP uses the ropes to flip over the top of Slate. EP runs to the opposite side of the ring and goes to rebound, but Lydia May grabs his foot and yanks it, sending him face first into the canvas. Daniels: Oh! What a cheap move! Masters: That’s why she is down here! Daniels: Cristal is having none of that! Cristal makes her way over to Lydia May and shoves her. Lydia May shoves her back. Cristal shoves her even harder, sending her into the barricade. Lydia angrily leaps at Cristal, tearing at her hair. The two girls start rolling around on the floor. Masters: CATFIGHT!!! Slate ignores what is happening outside and quickly stomps EP’s back. He then lifts EP to a kneeling base, before grabbing an arm and locking in an armbar! EP uses his leg to reach the bottom rope, however the ref is too focused on the catfight outside the ring. Slate continues to wrench the arm, increasing the pain. Outside the ring, Cristal has the advantage over Lydia May. She rolls her into the ring and follows her, continuing to brawl on the ground. Alex Slate finally breaks the hold and walks over to the girls. He grabs Cristal and pulls her off Lydia, tossing her to the ground. He bends down to check on Lydia as the ref gets Cristal out of the ring. Slate rolls Lydia out of the ring and follows her, making sure she is fine. The ref ejects Cristal from the ring, but she keeps fighting against him. El Pablo stands up and nods at Cristal, who sighs and storms backstage. Masters: Good job ref! Get that crazy bitch out of there! The ref then looks over at Slate and Lydia. Lydia is fine and grinning. The ref walks over to them and ejects Lydia from the match aswell! Slate and Lydia argue, saying Lydia didn’t do anything! Masters: They are right! She didn’t do anything!! How can he do this!! Lydia and Slate continue arguing with the ref. El Pablo runs across the run and uses the referee as a springboard. He launches himself over the top rope at Slate. Slate pushes Lydia out of the way as EP slams into him! Lydia gets up and runs over to check on Slate. The ref, still trying to get her away from ringside, drags her away from Slate. She breaks free and starts helping Slate back up. Cristal comes running back to the ring. Lydia sees this and jumps over the barricade and runs through the crowd, Cristal in hot pursuit! The ref, finally in control, rolls back in the ring. EP grabs Slate from behind and rolls him in the ring. Masters: That was wild. Daniels: At least both women are gone now...this match can continue fairly! Slate gets to his feet as EP rolls in the ring. They eye each other off and both smirk. They nod at each other before practically starting the match from scratch. They lock up. Slate takes the advantage again, locking EP in a headlock. EP pushes Slate towards the ropes, breaking the hold. Slate rebounds. EP leaps over Slate’s head, then drops to the ground as Slate rebounds again, but Slate is prepared and drops an elbow to the back of EP. Slate quickly goes for the injured leg of EP, but EP kicks him in the gut with his good leg. As Slate hunches over, EP kicks out Slate’s right leg, almost like a soccer player. Daniels: Just like a Leeds United player! Masters: Nah, that was a winning kick... EP glances across at Masters and raises his arms in protest. He then scrambles to his feet and nails the rising Slate with an enzuiguri! He goes for a cover. 1 2 Kickout! EP keeps on the offence, nailing a few kicks to Slate, preventing him from standing up. After a swift kick to the chest left Slate on all fours, EP quickly leaps to the second rope, before launching off! Slate however, recovers in time and spears EP out of the air! He then immediately locks in a leglock! After a short struggle, EP is able to roll over. He rolls over again, now putting the pressure on Slate’s leg. Slate lashes out with a kick, nailing EP in the face, before releasing the hold and crawling over to the ropes. He uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. EP jumps up aswell, the two men staring each other down. Slate then charges at EP, aiming for a clothesline. EP ducks however! Slate runs facefirst into the turnbuckle! EP quickly dropkicks Slate from behind and rolls him up!! 1 2 KICKOUT!! Slate stands up, only to be met with a hurricanrana from EP. EP follows up with a hip toss and looks to end the chain of moves with a springboard moonsault. Slate catches El Pablo in mid-air though. He shuts EP down with a body slam! Slate stands up and smirks, looking to end the match. He grabs both of El Pablo’s legs and prepares for the Paragon Lock. El Pablo pushes himself off the ground and flips out of the move though. Slate keeps a hold of El Pablo’s leg and turns him over, locking in a single leg crab. Daniels: The action has really picked up here! El Pablo is trying to outmanoeuvre Alex Slate... Masters: But Slate is too good for the jumping bean! Daniels: Don’t count El Pablo out though. Slate has been unable to effectively lock in those submissions that he is a pro at. Masters: Pft...Slate is just toying with El Pablo. Back in the ring, Slate sits back, increasing the pressure. EP reaches out and eventually grabs the ropes, causing Slate to break the hold. Slate stalks EP, signalling for the end a second time. EP gingerly gets to his feet. Slate moves in for the Clarion Call, but EP strikes him in the gut before sending him back with a dropkick. EP then grins and runs towards the nearest turnbuckle. He runs to the top rope, but loses his footing, due to his sore leg. He gets back onto the top ropes, but Slate has recovered by this point. Slate runs to the second rope, clasps his hands around EP’s lower body and lands a devastating top rope German Suplex!! Masters: YES!! Daniels: Ouch...El Pablo is really feeling the effect of those submission moves! Slate lifts EP to his feet, completely in control now. He strikes EP with a stiff European uppercut, catching him before he falls to the ground. Slate nails a second uppercut, catching EP again, before finishing the combo with a T-Bone suplex! He covers... 1 2 Thr...Kickout!! Slate looks at the referee in disbelief. He lifts EP to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges at EP and crushes him with a clothesline. Slate follows up by tossing EP with an overhead Belly to Belly. Slate covers again! 1 2 3...NO! KICKOUT!!! Slate slaps the mat in frustration. He lifts EP up one more time and nails an Olympic Slam! He then breathes heavily and locks in the Paragon Lock!!! Masters: It’s over...there is no getting out of this!! El Pablo yells in pain, the pain sent all up his spinal cord. He refuses to tap out though! Slate increases the pressure on the hold! EP reaches out for the ropes, but is trapped in the centre of the ring. Masters: Just tap El Pablo...you know it’s over! Daniels: Even I agree...just tap! Slate will break your back! El Pablo still refuses to tap and slowly starts to fade. Eventually, he passes out from the pain. The referee raises his hand and lets it fall. The referee calls for the bell! Masters: It’s over! El Pablo passed out. Daniels: And yet...Slate doesn’t look to happy... Alex Slate stands up, shaking his head. He starts yelling at the referee. He grabs a microphone. Slate: NO! This is not how this match ends! I want this victory to be undisputable! I want to make El Pablo tap out...physically give up! Restart this match right now!! The referee consults with the commentators. Masters: OK...I’ve just received a message from Theresa Baines...this match will restart immediately! The referee shrugs and restarts the match. Slate nods and starts nudging El Pablo with his foot, waiting for him to revive. Masters: What is Slate thinking...he should be walking to the back with the X title held high...instead he is continuing the match? Daniels: I must say...this is a very good showing by Slate...he wants to win this match fair and square, with no doubts... Masters: I don’t think anyone will doubt him...he’ll break them in half if they do! Daniels: This could come back and bite Slate in the behind... Slate lifts El Pablo back up and leans him in the corner. He slaps him three times, before sliding out of the ring and grabbing a water bottle. He returns to the ring and empties the water all over El Pablo’s face. EP comes to and looks around. Slate grins and invites him to the centre of the ring. EP, who is barely able to stand, hobbles to the middle of the ring. They lock up again and Slate shoves El Pablo to the ground. He stalks El Pablo, waiting for him to stand. Once EP does so, Slate grabs EP in preparations for the Clarion Call. He lifts EP vertically in the air...and EP is able to slide out of the move, rolling Slate up in the process! 1 2 KICKOUT!! Slate stands up and aims a clothesline at EP’s head. EP ducks though and kicks Slate in the gut. He nails a Twist of Fate! EP then runs to the ropes and bounces off. He then lands on Slate with a Rolling Thunder! El Pablo, now on a roll, runs to the opposite corner and leaps to the top rope. Slate stands up. EP flies off the top rope and connects with a Missile Dropkick! EP quickly stands back up. Slate rises to all fours. EP grins. He runs, launches off Slate back onto the top rope and finishes the triple jump moonsault from the top rope! Slate, however, has different plans. He rolls towards the turnbuckle, causing EP to land face-first on the mat. Slate stands up and nails EP in the side of the head with a vicious kick! He goes for the cover. 1 2 Kickout! Daniels I thought El Pablo was back there! Masters: Ha! Slate was just having a rest! Slate lifts EP up and once again tries for the Clarion Call. He lifts El Pablo vertically into the air...and connects!! Masters: There we go! It is over! Slate covers... 1 2 3...NO!!!! KICKOUT!!! Slate shakes his head and lifts El Pablo up, looking for a second Clarion Call in a row! He gets El Pablo vertically...and CONNECTS AGAIN!! He covers... 1 2 3...NO FUCKING WAY!!!! KICKOUT!!! Slate looks completely insane now! He kicks the bottom turnbuckle and starts stomping the ground. El Pablo staggers to his feet, right into Slate’s arms. Slate lifts El Pablo up for a third Clarion Call...BUT EL PABLO REVERSES IT INTO THE IDENTITY CRISIS!!! El Pablo rolls over for the cover! 1 2 3...NO!! KICKOUT!!! Daniels: HOLY SHIT! This match should have been over three times there! Masters: Gah! Slate you fool! You should have taken the victory! Daniels: Slate has been incredible this match...it shows you what CZW gold does for a man! He can kick out of the impossible! El Pablo sits up, exhausted. He stands up and leans in the corner, catching his breath. Slate slowly comes to, a small trickle of blood seeping out his nose after the DDT. He pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. El Pablo runs towards the ropes. He springs off the second rope and launches at Slate for a dropkick. Slate quickly grabs the referee and pushes him the way of the dropkick! EP crashes into the referee, sending him to the outside! EP scrambles to his feet and checks on the referee, giving Slate enough time to hit a dropkick to the knee of El Pablo. EP goes down! Slate takes the chance to lock in another single leg crab! Daniels: Oh god...there goes our reputation of the toughest referees in the business... Masters: Slate was smart then! Now he’s in control! El Pablo grabs the ropes, but Slate continues to apply the pressure. Masters: You know...I wonder why they let go of the ropes when a referee is around...it’s not like they can be disqualified! Daniels: The referee will physically restrain them, and has the power to throw out the match. Even if he can’t disqualify them, they have to listen to the referee’s rules! El Pablo drags himself closer to the ropes as Slate continues the pressure. EP starts to drags himself to a vertical base. Slate releases the hold and drives a forearm into his back. Slate then grabs EP and connects with a release German Suplex. Slate looks down at the referee, who still hasn’t moved. He smirks. Slate then grabs EP and locks in an abdominal stretch, working on his back and neck now. Slate eventually releases EP and whips him into the corner. He charges at El Pablo. Pablo ducks though and grabs Slate for a Tornado DDT! He slowly drags himself to the top rope as the ref crawls back into the ring. He struggles to stand straight, but eventually gets his balance...He breathes deeply...he launches! . . . . HE CONNECTS WITH THE PABLO SPLASH!!! El Pablo covers!! Daniels: It’s got to be over here! Masters: No! Kick out! Daniels: Slate has screwed himself out of the X title! 1 . . . . Daniels: Hurry up ref! 2 . . Masters: Come on Slate!!! . . Daniels: It’s over!! . 3...NO!!!!! SLATE KICKS OUT!!! Masters: AHA! ATTABOY!!! Daniels: OH MY GOD!!! How did Slate kick out of that!! El Pablo is almost crying with a mixture of pain and frustration! He stands up and rests in the corner. Slate slowly crawls to his knees. EP lands a leg drop to the back of Slate’s head. He then leaps to the top rope again, looking to finish it once and for all! He lines up Slate, who is not moving! He leaps... . . . . . . Daniels: He nails it!! Masters: NO!!! SLATE GOT HIS KNEES UP!!! Daniels: OH MY GOD! I DID NOT SEE THAT! El Pablo rolls around in pain, his Pablo Splash reversed. Slate takes the chance and hits El Pablo with the Clarion Call! Masters: It’s over now! Slate looks over at the referee, who is barely moving! Slate moves El Pablo into the centre of the ring, wipes away some of the blood trickling out of his nose and begins to lock El Pablo in the Paragon Lock. . . . . El Pablo is fighting... . . . . BUT SLATE LOCKS IT IN!!! . . . Masters: Tap out this time!!! . . . Daniels: El Pablo still refusing to give up! The pain in his legs and back must be excruciating! . . . . Masters: He’s raising his hand... . . Daniels: JUST TAP EL PABLO! Save your career! Your well-being is more important than the title! Masters: Daniels...that is the smartest thing I have heard you say in a loooong time! . . . EL PABLO TAPS!!!! Masters: YES!!! Daniels: IT’S ALL OVER FOLKS!!! I never thought it would end...but it finally did! Masters: What a match...even I have to give it to El Pablo...to be able to last that long in the Paragon Lock...and twice... Daniels: Both competitors showed why they are fighting for the championship! The referee staggers to his feet and holds Alex Slate’s hand in the air. Slate is handed the X title. He holds it high over his head. Daniels: Well...I guess it’s a new era for the X title in CZW...no more bloody brawls, perhaps? Masters: Slate is bringing integrity to the title! The Ultraviolent title is around for the bloodshed...this is a title now held by an upstanding member of the roster! Daniels: He’s not that upstanding...he did resort to a few cheap tactics in this match... Masters: How can you say THAT isn’t upstanding. Slate has helped El Pablo to his feet. They stare each other down, before Slate offers a handshake. El Pablo contemplates Slate for a moment, before accepting the handshake! Slate then rolls to the outside of the ring and stands at the bottom of the ramp, title held high. Masters: What a show of sportsmanship! Daniels: Wait a second...who the hell is that? A person wearing a plain black T-Shirt is seen leaping over the barricade from behind Slate. He hammers him from behind, knocking him to the ground. Three other figures enter the ringside area as well, all wearing the now-infamous black t-shirts! Daniels: It’s the Renegades! Masters: I think I see Idolized! Daniels: And Sam Attic...and leading the attack...is Jacob Havok! Idolized lift Slate to his feet and hold him as Havok slaps him across the face. They then slam Slate back first into the ring apron. Masters: SOMEBODY SAVE HIM! Where’s the security when you need them!! Suddenly, the four Renegades are sent to the ground by a colourful blur! El Pablo had launched himself onto the four intruders! Masters: El Pablo! What a hero! Daniels: I think he’s going to pay for that! El Pablo lashes out at Idolized and Attic, but is nailed from behind by Jacob Havok. The four men starting stomping him to the ground. Slate, meanwhile, has grabbed his X title and slithered under the ring. Daniels: Where is that snake going...he should be helping! Where is the unity! Masters: You and I both know that even the great Alex Slate would fall to those numbers...it’s better for us to lose two men then one, right? Kyle Riley grabs El Pablo and hits him with the Riley Stinger! Evan Tyler follows that up with a running boot to the side of EP’s head! Havok helps Attic lifts El Pablo onto his shoulders. Sam Attic hits a devastating Terror Ride on El Pablo! Tyler and Riley have grabbed a steel chair each. Havok and Sam lift the unconscious El Pablo up. He is left standing awkwardly...until Idolized nails him with a Con-Chair-To! Blood begins pouring from a freshly opened cut in EP’s forehead. Havok then lifts El Pablo and hits the DIFH! Havok grins evilly from under mask and locks in the Pain Barrier! After about a minute of the hold he releases the hold. El Pablo goes limp on the floor, blood coating his whole upper body. Havok takes some of EP’s blood and marks an ‘X’ across EP’s chest. Daniels: This is sick! Masters: Ugh...I’m glad Slate got out of here! Havok stands on the apron. Havok: You cannot get rid of us! Daniels: Oh thank god...here come the security! A flood of security personnel come to the ring, flanked by police officers. The four Renegades try to fight off the security, but are outnumbered and quickly subdued. EMT’s rush to the ring to help El Pablo. They place him on a stretcher and start wheeling him to the back. Sam Attic escapes the security for a moment, giving him time to knock the stretcher over! He is handcuffed and dragged to the back along with Havok and Idolized, all who have huge grins on their face. The EMT’s place El Pablo back on the stretcher. Cristal rushes to El Pablo’s side, slapping Havok as she runs past. The EMT’s go one side of the ramp, the security the other! Daniels: This is pure and utter chaos...something needs to be done about these thugs! Masters: That was crazy! What do security think they were doing! Daniels: Who knows...and what about Slate...where did he run off to? Masters: I saw him escape through the crowd during the beatdown...smart move that was... In the back, The renegades suddenly break away from security, and run away. Security goes chasing them... It appears that someone among the group had a key of some sort, and removed all the handcuffs as they run. They run out of view, and security follows Masters: They got away! What kind of shambles is this security!? They couldn't subdue a man in a coma! Daniels: Anyway...I think I need a drink after that scene we’ve just seen...let’s cut to commercial! ***
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event of the evening!" The crowd cheers TOWERS: "This is a tag team match, with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first..." "Tearing the Veil from Grace" by Cradle of Filth plays over the PA, to a loud pop. The lights dim, and a purple hazed fog emits from the entrance curtain TOWERS: "Hailing from San Antonio, Texas and weighing in at 304 pounds... a former CZW World Heavyweight champion... The Shadow... MORTIUS!" Wearing a black leather trench coats without sleeves, Mortius walks out with his long black hair hanging in his face. He is wearing black gloves. The coat is open, showing his all black ring attire. He slowly walks down to the ring, the audience in awe of his presence. TOWERS: "And his tag team partner..." The crowd quickly boos loudly as "Feeding Off Your Weakness" by xAFBx ft. xREIGNOFTERRORx plays over the PA TOWERS: "Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 245 pounds... he is a former CZW X-Division champion... The Straight Edge Curse... RYAN SHANE!" Shane walks out, wearing only a pair of new black leather pants with his wrestling boots. He sneers out at the crowd as a small fireworks display goes off. He walks down to the ring with confidence, ignoring the jeers. He enters the ring, and looks at Mortius who just stares back. They keep an eye on each other as they wait their opponents TOWERS: "And their first opponent..." The crowd gives a surprisingly mixed reaction, with just as many cheers as boos, as "Welt" by AM Conspiracy plays over the PA TOWERS: "Hailing from Buckeye, Arizona and weighing in at 210 pounds... a former Intercontinental champion, a former Global tag team champion, and a former Hardcore champion... The Phoenix... MIKE KING!" King walks out, wearing black and gold tights and black arm bands. He wears a black bandana over his head, as his hair hangs in his eyes. A small fireworks display goes off, before he walks down to the ring, stopping short of entering the ring alone. TOWERS: "And his tag team partner..." The crowd pops loudly as "Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa plays over the PA TOWERS: "Hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds... he is the reigning and defending CZW World Heavyweight champion... The clown, the killer, the saint... EDDIE ROWAN!" Eddie jumps through the curtain, as fireworks go off. He poses with the title around his waist, and black and red tights. He also wears armbands with the same color, covering his entire forearms. He high fives fans as he gets to the ring, and nods at King in their corner. King looks at him, in a somber agreeance, and they look over at Mortius and Shane. Eddie nods to Mortius, who nods back. Shane sees this, and begins yelling at Mortius. Mortius just stares at him, pointing to the middle of the ring as if saying "you start." Shane arrogantly nods his head, and points to the corner as if saying "get in your spot then." Mortius shows no emotion, and as Shane stares at him, Mike King attacks Shane from the side. Mortius then gets to his corner, not helping his partner. Eddie is now in his, and the bell rings DING DING DING DANIELS: "Well this match starts off with a bang, as Mike King has blindsided once good friend-now bitter enemy Ryan Shane and continues to beat on him. Their rivalry has quickly become one of the biggest of 2010, wouldn't you say, William?" MASTERS: "I'd have to agree, who would have thought after YA's big win at Hatewave that so soon YA would be just as split up as BA? Shane considered BK and King as holding him back, and I have to agree. Shane is Derek's chosen one." DANIELS: "I'm not sure many would agree. Mike has Ryan in a neutral corner, and is punching him hard. He goes to irish whip him across the ring... and Shane slams hard into the corner. Mike comes running in... splash!" MASTERS: "It looks like King is picking up right where he left off, after that big win in their Street Fight." DANIELS: "Mike pulls Shane into the middle of the ring, and punches him in the gut. He leaps up... KIX KICK! NO! Shane ducks, and pokes Mike in the eye with his thumb!" MASTERS: "Shane runs to the ropes... and nails Mike with a spinning backfist! Shane goes for the first cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Shane picks Mike back up and kicks him hard in the gut. He runs to the ropes again... Yakuza kick--NO! Mike moved out of the way, and Shane kicks nothing but air. He lands awkwardly, and turns around... Mike with a Cobra clutch! Shane struggles for a few moments before Mike lets go and spins him around... short lariat! He calls that the Quiet Riot!" MASTERS: "King and his love for hair metal." DANIELS: "Mike drags Shane to his corner, and makes a tag to the World champ! The crowd cheers as Mike holds Shane's arm out, and Eddie springboards in with an ax handle. Eddie keeps on the arm, and twists it in an armbar as they get closer to the middle of the ring. Eddie then quickly runs to a neutral corner, and with a great display of athleticism, he leaps up and twists, eventually throwing Shane across the ring with an armdrag! Good move." MASTERS: "Our champ is quite agile. He's also quite SMALL. If EP hadn't been champ at one point, Eddie would be called the midget champion." DANIELS: "By who?" MASTERS: "By me, of course!" DANIELS: "Eddie is back on the attack. He chops Shane hard in the chest as he picks him up." * CHOP * * CHOP * MASTERS: "Shane's chest is quickly turning red." DANIELS: "Eddie throws Shane to the ropes... Eddie leaps up.. perfectly placed Hurricanrana, rolled into a cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Too close! Shane needs to get a tag in!" DANIELS: "Oh, so naturally he is your favorite in this match." MASTERS: "Of course he is... he's the best one in there!" DANIELS: "Right." MASTERS: "If the owner and YOUR boss gives Shane the stamp of approval, you should too!" DANIELS: "I give Eddie that stamp, because... well... because he is the CHAMPION." MASTERS: "For now." DANIELS: "Eddie picks Shane up, and kicks him to the gut. Eddie runs to the ropes... he goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Ryan moves out of the way... and in desperaton, Ryan grabs Eddie's head and drops down with a neckbreaker of his own. Eddie is right back up, however, and Shane thinks he is down. Shane's back is turned, and he is smirking while still in recovery mode. The crowd is hot!" MASTERS: "Look behind you, Shane!" DANIELS: "Shane gets up, and turns around slowly to find what he thinks is dead meat... and is met with a furious left handed punch! Another! Another! Eddie kicks him in the gut... throws him to the ropes.... spinning heel kick! NO! Ryan holds onto the ropes, and desperately leaps to his corner and tags in Mortius." MASTERS: "Smart man, get out when it's not in your favor!" DANIELS: "Ryan is telling Mortius to get him, but Mortius only slowly enters the ring. Mortius does not look too pleased with Shane trying to give him orders. Eddie, of course, gets up and backs off and waits for Mortius to come to him." MASTERS: "Mistake, he should be attacking while Mortius is distracted!" DANIELS: "Not everyone is without honor, William." MASTERS: "This isn't some Japanese movie, Jarred!" DANIELS: "We ARE in Japan, though." MASTERS: "Oh... right." DANIELS: "Mortius slowly turns his head to Eddie, and they both nod at each other before being set to lock up." MASTERS: "I'm tired of all this respect crap!" DANIELS: "Because no one gives you any? It's great to see they have maintained their respect for each other throughout these battles... both are champion material, and believe it when you hear it, they are only going against each other ever BECAUSE of that title." MASTERS: "Your mother gave me plenty of respect just last night, Jarred. And it should ALWAYS be about that title. Respect, friendship, no place in the world of wrestling." DANIELS: "That is a matter of opinion. Eddie and Mortius lock up, and immediately the bigger man pushes the champ into a neutral corner. Eddie tries to quickly run out of the corner, but Mortius catches him and slams him back in the corner. He follows that up with three back elbows to the head, which Eddie does his best to block. Mortius then irish whips Eddie to the oppos-- no turns him around, and throws him right back into the same corner sternum first! Eddie stumbles backwards in pain, and Mortius slams him down with a back suplex. The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Not quite." DANIELS: "Mortius, methodically and slowly, gets back up, and grabs Eddie by the hair to lift him up. He grabs his arm, and locks Eddie in a standing armbar. He twists with such force that Eddie almost screams out in pain. After a few moments, Eddie suddenly flips forward... spins around... gets up and surprises Mortius with a standing dropkick after breaking the armbar! Amazing skill from the champ." MASTERS: "You're such a suck up. Mortius stumbles back, but doesn't fall. Eddie nails a second standing dropkick! Ryan is yelling at Mortius from their corner, and I know Ryan is the chosen one and all... but that's the last guy I would try to order around!" DANIELS: "Mortius looks over, giving Ryan a look of death... wow. Ryan quickly quits yelling, and claps for Mortius, pretending he is supportive. Mortius turns back to look at Eddie just in time to catch a spinning heel kick that this time, connects! Mortius is stunned and falls back on the ropes... Eddie is already on the move... and he clothesline Mortius over the top rope, both men falling to the floor!" MASTERS: "And they're on Mortius and Ryan's side, and Ryan is quickly looking for a... oh, but Mike King jumps into the ring and runs at Ryan... knocking him down to the floor as well!" DANIELS: "Mike King now stalks the three men on the outside, as they begin to get up..." MASTERS: "King, your partner is in there! Don't do it!" DANIELS: "Mike runs... jumps on the top rope.... turns around in mid air... and nails all three men with a Badd Press!! Mike's version of the Arabian press!" CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" MASTERS: "All four men now, laid out on the floor." DANIELS: "The Japanese crowd are surely into this match. They begin stirring, finally getting up. Shane and Mike make their ways sluggishly to their corners, while Mortius.. who took the least of the Badd Press... tosses Eddie back in the ring and joins him." MASTERS: "Mortius slowly rolls into the ring, and I tell you... this guy gives me the creeps." DANIELS: "It is quite intimidating, no doubt." MASTERS: "The bloke looks like he hasn't slept in years." DANIELS: "Mortius is back in and picks Eddie up by the hair. He nail a big right handed fist. He then throws Eddie to the ropes... Big Boot! NO! Eddie slides under him! Mortius turns around, and Eddie springs up... ENZIGURI!" MASTERS: "Amazing speed, and he had to be playing possum." DANIELS: "The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "With authority!" MASTERS: "Eddie is back up, and just as Mortius sits up... seated dropkick to the chest! Right back down, big man!" DANIELS: "Eddie now tags in Mike King, who quickly gets on Mortius' case." MASTERS: "Well, you saw Mike's promo time this last week... he clearly does not respect or fear Mortius." DANIELS: "He is laying in a series of boots to the fallen big man, each kick with precision. He then grabs Mortius by the hair and with all his might, picks him up. He whips him to a neutral corner. King comes in... enziguri in the corner! Another one! ANOTHER ONE! The Triad Kix Kick! Mortius stumbles forward, and crashes down on the mat! King rolls him over for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . SHANE BREAKS IT UP MASTERS: "My man Shane with the save!" DANIELS: "Shane quickly goes back to his corner, and demands for Mortius to come tag him. Mortius is still down however, and Mike is slowly getting back up. He grabs Mortius and lifts him up. He goes to irish whip him to a neutral corner... REVERSED! Mike goes running into the corner sternum first, and much like Eddie earlier, stumbles back out... right into a reverse DDT from Mortius! Both men are down now!" MASTERS: "That took the life out of King, now you need to tag in Shane, big guy!" The shot suddenly cuts to the back, showing Shawn Waters and Ashley Valentine both knocked out unconscious. EMTs arrive, and begin working on them. The shot cuts back to Jarred and William. DANIELS: "What the hell! Did those bastard renegades do this!?" MASTERS: "Quite possibly, oh hell!" DANIELS: "Mortius is up... and tags in Shane! Shane quickly hops in and goes to work on the fallen King. He picks King up... double underhook lift... into a knee neckbreaker! He calls that the Cursebreaker! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Ah, almost!" DANIELS: "He stays on him, delivering a furious series of forearms to his back. He turns around... Pele kick to the back of King's head! He smirks and covers again!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . EDDIE BREAKS IT UP MASTERS: "The ref quickly admonishes Eddie, and Ryan takes the opportunity... to toss King right over the top rope and back out onto the floor! Take it to him, Shane!" DANIELS: "You'd normally be on Mike's side!" MASTERS: "True, but anyone who faces Shane is on the wrong end!" DANIELS: "Shanes aims himself... and leaps out onto King, with a plancha! Shane is right back up and picks Mike up by the hair. A blantant slap to the face! He goes near the fans... what the hell?" MASTERS: "HA! Shane has grabbed what looks like an Elmo doll from one of these dumb Japanese fans! He just punched Mike squarely in the face with it! ELMO PUNCH! HA HA HA!" DANIELS: "Even I find that amusing. He grabs King and throws him back into the ring. The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "DOH! The Elmo Punch didn't do the trick!? Blasphemy!" DANIELS: "Shane a little frustrated, and back up. He picks Mike up by the hair. He throws him to the ropes... fireman's carry! He's going for the Gallows! NO! Mike slides off! King with a full nelson... DRAGON suplex! WITH A BRIDGE!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Amazing." DANIELS: "Both men are down, but King is closer to Eddie... and makes the tag. Eddie springboards in, nailing Shane with a legdrop. He positions Shane... double underhook armlock... with bodyscissors! The Ed-Vice! Shane screams out as Eddie cinches it in!" MASTERS: "Get to the ropes, Ryan! The ropes!" DANIELS: "I'm not sure he can! Despite the pain he is in, he keeps shaking his head no to the ref, not willing to submit. After a little while more, and Eddie suddenly lets go, getting back up. Eddie picks Shane up... and nails a scoop slam. He tags in Mike again, who gets up on the top turnbuckle... Mike comes sailing onto Shane with a huge frog splash! THE COVER!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Dear God, I thought that was it! Shane looks about spent!" DANIELS: "King is surprised it wasn't! He questions senior official Darrin Powers, but Powers says it was only two. He picks Shane back up, and throws him into a corner. He lifts him up to the top turnbuckle, looking for a superplex or something of the sort. He slowly follows him, as Shane tries to fight it off. It's... it looks like he's going for a top-rope Hurricanrana, if he hits this, it's over!" MASTERS: "Shane, get your bearings son!" DANIELS: "King leaps up, his legs around Shane's neck... Shane moves forward!" * THUD * MASTERS: "Yes!" DANIELS: "Shane counters it with a Superbomb! Mike might have a concussion! Both men are laid out!" CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" MASTERS: "What a match." DANIELS: "Shane begins to stir, but King is motionless. Shane edging... he makes the tag to Mortius! Mortius comes in, and quickly goes to work on the fallen King. Shane falls back down, not getting out of the ring. Mortius picks King up... Sidewalk slam!" MASTERS: "He's not going for the cover yet though." DANIELS: "Shane is back up now, but instead of going out to his corner... He runs and attacks Eddie, knocking him off the apron! Shane turns around... AND MORTIUS KICKS HIM IN THE FACE WITH A SURPRISE BIG BOOT! That knocks Shane right out of the ring as well, right near Eddie!" MASTERS: "WHAT THE HELL! Mortius, you fool!" DANIELS: "Mortius picks up Mike... reverse suplex position! You know what this means! He lifts him up..." * THENK * DANIELS: "The Mortal Coil! This is it!" MASTERS: "Fool!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!! DING DING DING TOWERS: "Your winners... Ryan Shane and Mortius!" Suddenly, The Renegades begin showing up, coming through the crowd. DANIELS: "NO! WHERE IS THE SECURITY!" MASTERS: "Not again!" As they begin jumping the guardrail, Brian Kirkland quickly goes to work on Ryan Shane, while Kimo Newton tears into Eddie Rowan. Mortius is waiting for them to come into the ring... but behind him, Sam Attic and Jacob Havok slide into the ring.. and clip his legs from under him. All the Renegades begin pouring in, except for Alan Fiscus, Ra, Marsham and Montana, who are all still in jail. TJ Hix now helps Kimo in beating on Eddie. Sawyer is in the ring, and picks up King... he slams him back down with a full nelson slam! DANIELS: "Security!" MASTERS: "As soon as they look this way, I'm out!" DANIELS: "Yeah,we know your routine by now, thanks." Suddenly, the CZW locker room begins running down to the ring! Krew, Ballard, Stryker... Kerosene, both Brian and Krimzon Blaze... Everyone except El Pablo, Mike Monroe and Shawn Waters. Security guards come out too. A huge melee begins, with the Renegades obviously being out numbered. The Jackal tears into Jack Abraham, nailing him with a huge German suplex. The crowd is in a frenzy as the Renegades are driven back into them, from where they came. Derek Damage appears on the Combat-Tron, obviously with glee in his voice. Damage: "That's right, you bastards! This little game stops NOW! You are DONE, GONE, KAPUT! You do not work for CZW! Boys, get them out of here!" The CZW roster and the guards have the Renegades on the retreat, before we hear another voice. Voice: "STOP! Stop this! CZW, STOP!" DANIELS: "Who the... It's Baines! Overdrive GM Theresa Baines!" MASTERS: "What?" The onslaught comes to a stand still, as everyone looks around for Baines. Derek is confused, but quickly becoming pissed. He is the first to see her, as he is on a perch up on the third level of the stands. Derek snarls as he sees some familar faces standing with her. Alan Fiscus, Ra, Justin Marsham, and Jesse Montana. One by one, the CZW roster look at her as a spotlight has shown down Baines: "Quit this mindless chaos! Quit this madness!" Damage: "WHAT IS THIS MEANING OF THIS, WOMAN!?" Baines: "The meaning of what, Derek?" Damage: "Why those losers not still behind bars!? These rejects have been FIRED, Baines, do you not understand this!?" Baines: "No, let me correct you on that... they were -released from their contracts-" DANIELS: "What does that mean?" MASTERS: "Hush up and listen!" Derek's eyes widen Baines: "That's right, THEIR CONTRACTS. But you see, I have power here, whether you acknowledge it or not. You know how we've been doing CZW vs. Japan matches? Well, for those who do not get it.... those fine Japanese wrestlers are not under contract. There's a thing in this business we call... INDEPENDENT CONTRACTING." Damage: "You'd better not say what I THINK you're about to say..." Baines: "Oh yes, Damage. Indeed. I have HIRED ALL OF THE DAMAGE CONTROL VICTIMS AS INDEPENDANT CONTRACTORS. THAT is why these gentlemen beside me are not in jail. THAT is how the so called 'Renegades' have gotten into the building these last two shows. Your little game to clean the place up, CRIPPLED the company in many's eyes... INCLUDING most of the stock holders! They, in turn, gave me complete power of being able to hire and fire on a pay-per-appearance level. And that's what these men have to do. They are getting paid not even HALF of what their contracts paid them. They are getting NO health insurance, and their 401k's are FROZEN. I'm going to do everything within my legal power to void your cancellation of their contracts, but in the mean time, that's all I can do." Derek freaks out, slamming on his desk and throwing things Damage: "NO NO NO NO!! You are ruining everything, you witch! YOU DO NOT GET IT! This can't be happening!" Baines: "Oh, but it is, Damage. It is. And they are back... starting next show, in fact! Enough of this game called Damage Control!" Damage: "No, enough of YOOOOU!!! I will make sure you NEVER... EVER get a job again, after I get you fired! ANYWHERE! You understand me!" Damage is about to have a heart attack he is so pissed off. It offends him even more when Baines smiles back Baines: "You go ahead and try, old man. I'm not going anywhere. Next show, these men are back, and they are ready to prove themselves all over again." CZW and the Renegades are very uneasy towards each other, but not to the point of fighting again. Derek freaks out some more, but all of a sudden... as if a lightbulb went off in his head, he smirks Damage: "Baines, this will not stand. No, not at all. But... in the meantime... we can play it YOUR way for a bit. You think your little fallen angels deserve retribution and a second chance do you? They are LOSERS. And my superior roster will prove it, ten fold! Next show... put up the best three guys you got! None of them are good, but put up the cream of the spoiled crop! They will go up against MY World champion, Eddie Rowan.... MY Hardcore Icon, Buzzsaw... and..." DD trails off Baines: "And who, Derek? What have you got?" Damage: "A surprise, woman. That's what I have. A Mystery opponent! And believe you me, this is the CLOSEST any of those pathetic sychophant renegades of yours gets to the World Heavyweight title. There is NO way ANY of them is going to have success during their brief... BRIEF second stay here! I will end your bullshit, and I will END YOU." Baines is unphased Baines: "Bring it, old man. Bring it. You know what this means..." Damage: "THIS... MEANS.. WAR!" Derek has a smile on his face, thinking he has the upper hand. Baines, too, has a smile on her face, thinking SHE has the upper hand. The CZW logo signals the end of Overdrive as both of their smiling faces in a split screen are the last thing you see before the fade to black.
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