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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
‘The Vegas Volcano’ ACE KING © vs. SHAWN WATERS vs. ???
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RIOT MAN MATCH
‘Bad Ass’ MATT COVEY vs. ‘Rated E for Everyone’ EDDIE ROWAN
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3 ON 2 HANDICAP MATCH
TEAM XTC (Monroe, Pablo and Blaze) vs. KARL JACKSON & JESSE MONTANA
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CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH
IDOLIZED (Evan & Kyle) © vs. CUT THROAT THRILLERS (Razor & Blade)
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CZW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE SLEDGEHAMMER UP A LADDER MATCH
‘The OGT’ MAYNARD O’TOOLE vs. ‘Epitome of Technical Finesse’ JUSTIN MARSHAM ©
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EVERYTHING WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE CZW X TITLE MATCH
‘High Definition’ CAGE STRYKER © vs. ‘Canada’s Finest’ TIM TIMMONS
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CZW VIXEN TITLE MATCH
SIRENA STARR vs. ‘The Dominant Diva’ LEAH KIMARA
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CZW TELEVISION TITLE MATCH
‘Big Time’ KRIS KAMIKAZE vs. ‘Mr. Entertainment’ BRIAN BLAZE
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CZW FLAMING TABLES LADDERS & CHAIRS ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE MATCH
BRIAN KIRKLAND vs. Mr. KILJOY vs. MIKE KING vs. SHRAPNEL
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CZW Pandemonium kicks off in usual style as the Superstar are shown in High Definition, hitting high impact moves, high risk stunts and famous finishing moves. The music for this event is ‘The Day the World Went Away’ by Nine Inch Nails. Suddenly the camera zooms out as we see the Combat tron, not only that, but the entire Carlson Center in Fairbanks, Alaska. The place is sold out, the fans up on their feet screaming, the sound of fireworks not even registering due to the loud reaction by the loyal CZW fans. The cameras scroll around the arena, and eventually sit on CZW Commentators, Jarred Daniels and William Masters.
Daniels: Myself, Jarred Daniels and my partner in broadcasting, William Masters welcomes all of you to this magnificent event, our fifth Pay per View of the year! Pandemonium is brought to you from the northern parts of Alaska, we are in Fairbanks ladies and gentlemen and these fans look excited for this event to begin.
Masters: Yes I bet they never thought they would get to see a CZW Pay Per View, living in the middle of no where like this, but CZW pleases fans of all ages, all sizes and even the Eskimos of Alaska.
Daniels: And we sure hope we please all of you at home tonight, with every single CZW Title on the line! Ultraviolent…TV…Vixen…
Masters: You don’t have to name them all you peasant, I think our fans know what belts we showcase here in the Combat Zone. And I think these fans would also like to hear exactly what types of matches we have. We have a Sledgehammer up a ladder match, we have Flaming tables, ladders and chairs, we have everything wrapped in barbwire match, we have a Riot match and last but not least, we even have CZW’s second Burial At sea match.
Daniels: No wonder CZW was voted the most extreme company in Wrestling productions, not only that but we have 9 matches for you tonight.
Masters: Oh I feel we are about to kick off right now, is this Buck Evans?
"100% Cowboy" blares through the speakers and the fans stand and begin to boo loudly.
Daniels: Yes and with nine huge matches being on the card, we still have those unlucky few who did not get a match here tonight.
Masters: It’s quite absurd, A legendary Outlaw like Buck without a match. No wonder he wants to start the show off here tonight.
Daniels: You can’t book everyone William, but it’s great to see the Outlaw out here. I just hope he isn’t in one of his foul moods.
Masters: Can you blame him if he is? Exiled have basically been disbanded. He Hasn’t got a match at the PPV. This man should be boiling up with fury.
The lights go out and the word "EXILED," in green, fills the Combatron. Green, red, and blue lights begin to flash, seemingly at random, as Buck Evans walks out on to the stage.
Daniels: Wait, are you sure Exiled have been disbanded?!
He has a mic in his right hand, and a can of beer in his left. A black cowboy hat sits on his head, which matches his black t-shirt. Blue jeans and brown cowboy boots finish off the look. As Buck walks down the ramp towards the ring, he doesn't make any motion to the crowd. His face is stoic, and he seems to be on a mission. Once he reaches the ring the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The booing of the crowd has also quieted, leaving Buck standing in the ring in as close to silence as a wrestling pay-per-view can be. Buck takes a swig from his beer then stares at the eye level camera.
Buck: A CZW pay-per-view without Buck Evans? Naw. That ain't gonna happen. So here I am. You all can breathe a sigh of relief because your favorite exiled outlaw is here.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Buck: Ya'll suck too.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Buck flips the crowd off. A sarcastic smiles forms across his face before he continues.
Buck: Now, I'm tired of being over looked. I'm tired of being...heh...exiled. I'm ready to be taken serious. I'm ready to be seen as a legitimate force in this godforsaken place. So, I know that I haven't been at my best lately. So, in that thought, last night, as I laid in bed, next to Karen, I thought about the time I was at my best. And I realized that my best time here began at the Ultimate X Chamber last year at Summer Showdown.
Masters: He is right Jarred, the Ultimate X Chamber wouldn’t have been voted the Match of 2008 without the performance of Buck Evans.
Daniels: What is he getting at here?!
Buck: So, tonight, I propose that we make the first match for next month's pay-per-view, Summer Showdown. An Ultimate X Chamber match.
Daniels: My goodness, that is a huge announcement, we have waited nearly a year for that match to happen again, the brutality, the passion, the pure violence and athleticism, the match of the year, now happening two years in a row!
Masters: Surely it’s only Montana that can make such a match though.
Buck: I will also put my name down first in the voting for the match. This should make Cage and Tim really think about how much they want to win their match tonight. Tim, Cage, remember winning tonight, is just buying a ticket to hell.
Buck drops the mic and "100% Cowboy" begins again. Buck climbs out of the ring and walks up the ramp.
Daniels: I think we know exactly where Buck’s intentions lie now, the X Division Title, a belt he was so close to get last year.
Masters: It’s my all time favorite match, but surely Buck can’t make it? Or can he?
Daniels: Summer showdown is ruled by the fans after all, maybe buck can vote too.
‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ begins to play, the fans now sullen after such a huge announcement, now having to witness an appearance from the hated General Manager.
Masters: I told you, there is only one man who can make that match, and your now looking at him.
Daniels: Buck Evans may have made a mistake here.
Jesse Montana walks out onto the stage, dressed in a black suit with a red tie and a white under shirt. Buck stands still half way down the ramp as the fans boo violently for the Sensation, making even Buck Evans look popular. Montana holds a mic up towards his mouth, his face showing an air of anger.
Montana: So Buck, you thought you would come out here at my Pay Per View, and make your own matches for my next Pay Per View…stealing MY Job?!
Masters: Oh oh…Montana is pissed.
Daniels: And so is Buck by the looks of it, especially after all that beer he has been churning down.
Buck takes a few steps forward, looking like he wants a fight, as Montana raises the mic up to his mouth again, the fans willing Buck on to attack Montana.
Montana: Whoa Bucko, you never let me finish. You see, when people like Derek Damage and his puny little son try and steal my job…
Damage…Damage…Damage…
Montana: Yeah I get a little irate, but Buck, I can see why you want to come out here, you’ve not got a match and you want to get back into that ring. And I can also see, you want that X Division Title. Now, it just so happens Summer Showdown IS next month like you said, and last year, we did see one of the greatest inventions to ever take place, courteousy of yours truly…so why not have ourselves another…AT SUMMER SHOWDOWN…it will be…ULTIMATE X CHAMBER…Number TWO!
The fans cheer at the making of that match, looking forward to the fans vote. Buck now smirks a little as he walks a bit closer towards Montana. Jesse smirks back at him as he begins to talk again.
Montana: Buck I would be more than happy to have you as the first entry into the Chamber Match next month. But as you know, that is up to…well…these repulsive termites in the crowd and watching at home. I can’t change that unfortunately Buck. But what I can do, just for you Bucko, is NEXT WEEK…it will be…Buck Evans…the OUTLAW…against the X Division Champion, whether it may be Cage or Tim…
FOR THE X DIVISION TITLE!
Masters: Wow, what a booking, Montana must be in a good mood here tonight. And he should be, tonight is when he becomes a Two Time World Champion.
Daniels: Well maybe so, but he sure as hell has made this Outlaw one happy man here tonight.
Buck has now an even bigger grin on his face as he yet again, steps a little closer towards Montana.
Montana: Now Buck, now that I have done something for you. I was hoping, you could help me out a little. We all know, Exiled, well it came, and now its gone, it’s a thing of the past. But don’t be upset Buck, I mean with a man in charge like Shawn Waters, what did you expect? I am sorry that Nasty and Davis have left us, but you know what. I wanted to offer you something. You can keep on hanging out with Waters, being on a losing streak and quite simply, making Exiled into a joke, or you can leave all that behind Buck. I said a few weeks back, I wanted a few guys, a few loyal CZW Stars working for me personally…that offer still stands Buck…what do you say?
Buck looks slightly confused now as he walks straight up to Montana, the fans willing Buck on to knock the Sensation on his ass. Buck simply nods his head as he drops the mic and takes a swig of his beer before raising it up to Montana, then walking out, a smile on his face. Montana now looks around the arena, then a slight evil grin crosses his face, before walking out, the fans booing loudly.
Daniels: Interesting, Montana scratches Buck’s back, now Buck scratches his, Montana was always a devious man.
Masters: And a great business man, what a match he has made for next week, and what a match for Summer Showdown.
Daniels: yes, we have started the PPV tonight off with a bang I would say so, how about this for a bang though, up first, kicking things off…How about a ladder? How about a table? How about a chair…HOW ABOUT FLAMING TLC MATCH!
Masters: Whoa, I am burning up, Jarred.
CZW FLAMING TABLES LADDERS & CHAIRS ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE MATCH
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The camera pans to ringside. The ring is set up for the first match of the evening. There are tables, ladders, chairs and various flammable liquids all around the ring. Due to the dangerous nature of this match, fire extinguishers are in place in all four corners.
Daniels: It’s time for the very first match of Pandemonium...and what a match to open with! Two twisted sadistic men...two never-say-die superstars! Four men can take a hell of a beating and keep on going...
Masters: This match is going to be a bloodbath...I can guarantee that!
Daniels: That we can be certain of! Plus...the Ultraviolent title is on the line...each man will be that much more motivated to win! Our competitors are moments away from making their entrances...
Just as Daniels finishes his sentence, ‘Slow Chemical’ by Finger Eleven hits, signalling the entrance of Shrapnel. Once Shrapnel enters the ring, the music changes to the Silent Hill theme. Mr. Kiljoy, CZW’s own circus freak makes his way to the ring. The music then changes to ‘Won’t Back Down’ by Fuel. Mike King makes his way to the ring, looking pumped...
Daniels: Our three challengers are now in the ring as we await the champion...
‘Becoming the Bull’ by Atreyu hits. Brian Kirkland runs out onto the stage, pushing a trolley full of various weapons...
Daniels: What has he got in there? I think I see a barbed wire baseball bat!
Masters: Is that a roll of razorwire? Geez...he went to his friend Jacob Havok for help?
Daniels: This man has evil intentions in mind...he is determined to keep his title...
Masters: My god...even the title has razorblades taped to the face of it!
Kirkland notices that Shrapnel is charging towards him. He pushes the trolley hard, which slams in the knees of Shrapnel. BK follows up with a devastating shot with the title belt!
Masters: No way! Shrapnel is bleeding already!
Meanwhile, Mike King and Kiljoy have begun brawling on the outside. King headbutts Kiljoy, who stumbles back. King runs at Kiljoy, who ducks down and back body drops King hard on the floor! Kiljoy turns around to grab a chair...and only just ducks Brian Kirkland’s shot with the Ultraviolent title. Kiljoy dropkicks BK in the back, sending him into the barricades. Kiljoy picks up a chair and tosses it into the ring. He grabs Mike King by the hair and rolls him into the ring. As Kiljoy enters the ring, Mike King recovers and begins punching into Kiljoy. They trade punches back and forth...until Shrapnel grabs them both by the head and drives them into each other! Mike and Kiljoy stagger back. Shrapnel grabs the discarded chair and drives it into Mike King’s head...he proceeds to do the same with Kiljoy. Shrapnel then covers Kiljoy...
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Kirkland breaks it up!
Daniels: Kirkland saving his title there!
BK runs off the ropes and spears Shrapnel to the ground. He lays a few punches into his head before standing up and helping Mike King to his feet. They nail Shrap with a Double suplex before lining up the recovering Kiljoy with a clothesline over the top ropes. They each grab a chair and nod, before crushing Shrapnel’s head in between the two chairs.
Masters: Con-Chair-To!
They then hit Shrapnel with a low dropkick, sending him under the bottom rope to the outside. Mike and BK each look down at their opponents before turning around and looking at each other. They shake hands.
Daniels: And now we’ll get to see two friends face off...
Masters: Let’s hope they bust each other open...this is about the title, not about respect!
King and Kirkland lock up, each trying to take the advantage. Slowly, Kirkland begins to overpower King...until Mike spins out of the battle and locks in a hammerlock. Kirkland swings an elbow back, dizzying Mike enough for BK to lock in a hammerlock of his own. Mike pushes BK backwards into the corner. Kirkland releases Mike’s arm at the ref’s urging. Mike grins at BK who laughs back. They lock up again, this time BK wasting no time to lock Mike in a headlock. Mike struggles and eventually is able to nail a few elbow into the abdomen of BK. Mike then irish whips BK, before catching the rebounding BK in a sleeper hold. BK fights the hold, walking closer to the ropes. He leans forward on the ropes, the springs back, launching King backwards. Mike stands up, only to be hit with a Side Effect by BK. BK covers...
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Kickout...
BK lifts Mike back to his feet and locks in a simple arm wrench. Mike, showing great agility, rolls through the move, putting the pressure on BK’s arm. BK reverses the move again however, powering out of the arm wrench. Both men grin from across the ring...and are both distracted enough to be taken out with a ladder held by Kiljoy. Kiljoy props the ladder up in the corner and grabs BK. He whips BK hard into the ladder. Kiljoy does the same to King, who sandwiches BK. King falls to the ground. Kiljoy turns around to grab a chair, but instead meets a faceful of ladder. Kiljoy stumbles. Shrapnel then forces the butt of the ladder in Kiljoy’s face! Kiljoy falls to the ground, holding his nose. Shrapnel enters the ring, his ladder in hand...
Daniels: I swear when Shrapnel walks past us, I caught a whiff of lighter fluid...
Masters: Well duh...the ladders are coated with it!
Shrapnel walks over to where BK is still leaning against the other ladder. He grins and sandwiches BK between the lighter fluid soaked ladders. He then reaches into his pants and pulls out a match. He laughs and taunts BK with it, before striking it. He then tosses it at the ladders, BK still stuck in between! The ladders begin to catch fire...
Daniels: OH MY GOD! Brian Kirkland is still between those ladders! What are you doing you freak!
Masters: He’s doing whatever is necessary to win!
Shrapnel watches as the flames grow higher and higher. Kiljoy walks over and drives a chair in his back. Shrapnel turns to face Kiljoy, only to be speared into the flames by Mike King! Shrapnel rolls to the outside, putting out the flames on his back, while King saves BK. BK collapses to the mat, burns covering parts of his body...
Masters: I assume we can write Kirkland off?
Daniels: Normally I wouldn’t write anyone off...but I don’t know how you can recover from what was practically a human toaster!
Kiljoy runs towards Mike, who ducks a clothesline. He then bulldogs Kiljoy, Kiljoy’s face landing straight on one of the still flaming ladders. King rolls Kiljoy over and pins him...
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3...No! Kickout!
King wastes no time, grabbing Kiljoy by the hair and nailing a right hand. Kiljoy slumps against the ropes. Mike King runs and clotheslines him over the top rope, the momentum taking King over as well. Mike then walks over to the nearest table and sets it up. Mike squirts lighter fluid all over the table. He proceeds to do the same to a steel chair. He lights the chair and waits for Kiljoy to stand. Mike strikes Kiljoy with the chair, setting his hair alight. Mike then places the chair onto the table, which instantly lights! Mike watches as Kiljoy pats out the fire on his head...
Daniels: Oh no...Shrapnel is right behind King!
Masters: Quiet! Don’t let him know!
Shrapnel grabs Mike and nails him with a chokeslam through the table!
Daniels: OH MY GOD!
Masters: Shrapnel just killed Mike King!
Daniels: No, not that...look! Brian Kirkland is back on his feet...and he is approaching Shrapnel with a kendo stick in hand!
Masters: SHRAPNEL! WATCH OUT!
Daniels: I thought you said not to warn the superstars...
Masters: This is different! Watch out!
Shrapnel, who is still watching Mike King writhe in pain, fails to notice Brian Kirkland. BK drives the kendo stick into Shrapnel’s lower back. BK then looks the burning remains of the table and grins. He lights the kendo stick on fire!
WHACK
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WHACK
The shots from the flaming kendo stick echo all around the arena. The camera zooms in on Shrapnel’s back, where large red welts can be seen. The kendo stick finally burns through and breaks in half. BK still continues to lay into Shrapnel with the broken Kendo...until Kiljoy drives a chair into his head! Kiljoy grabs BK...and he nails the Coulrophobia! He goes for the pinfall, but the ref informs him the pinfalls have to take place in the ring.
Daniels: Has he forgotten the rules?
Masters: No way...he’s just showing he COULD pin BK if he wanted to...
Kiljoy looks at his three downed opponents. He grabs Mike King and drags him towards the ring. He rolls him in and goes for the cover...
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Kickout!
Kiljoy bangs the mat angrily. He walks over to one of the discarded chairs and picks it up. He then opens it up and places it on the ground. Mike King is up now, and he notices Kiljoy bent over near the chair. Mike runs to the ropes, bounces off and launches off the chair, nailing Kiljoy with a Shining Metallica! Kiljoy slumps back onto the mat, holding his nose again. Mike goes for the pin.
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BK breaks it up!
Daniels: BK is not giving up! He’s already been sandwiched between two burning ladders and hit with Kiljoy’s finisher...yet he is still fighting!
BK and Mike King face off, some fireworks between them. BK shoves Mike, who returns the favour. They glare at each other, before each running to the outside, grabbing their respective weapons!
Masters: Thank god! For a second I thought they were about to...wrestle again...
Daniels: Oh...you just love seeing these guys beat each other to a pulp, don’t you?
Masters: As a matter of fact...it’s why I even show up...you think I like working with you?
Daniels: Very flattering...you done now?
Masters: No...you smell...now I’m done...
Daniels: Well good, because Kirkland and King are back in the ring!
Kirkland is holding the barbed wire baseball bat we saw earlier, while Mike King has another flaming chair. They glance across and notice Shrapnel picking up another ladder. Meanwhile, Kiljoy is pulling himself to his feet, one of the fire extinguishers in hand. All four men stand in a corner each, eyeing each other’s weapons. Mike King breaks the deadlock, charging at Shrapnel. Shrapnel swings the butt of the ladder up however, forcing the flaming chair into the face of Mike King. This allows BK to sneak in and drive the end of the baseball bat into the kneecap of Shrapnel. Kiljoy then blasts Shrapnel in the face with the fire extinguisher. BK, hoping to catch Kiljoy by surprise, swings the bat, but Kiljoy is ready and blocks the shot with the extinguisher. Kiljoy then forces the extinguisher into Kirkland’s face. BK rolls to the outside to regroup. Mike King is back to his feet, a table now in his hands. He sets it up in the ring. Kiljoy is too busy stomping Shrapnel to notice. Mike lights the table on fire. He then nails Kiljoy with a reverse DDT and drags him over to the table. Mike lifts Kiljoy and attempts a suplex, which is blocked. He tries again, but Kiljoy continues to struggle. He tries a third time, but cannot complete the move! He gives it one last try...and with the help of Shrapnel, he puts Kiljoy through the flaming table. Mike notices BK on the outside. He runs and dives through the ropes...right into a chair held by Kirkland!
Daniels: Holy shit! That didn’t work out too well for Mike, did it?
Masters: Would you stop your bloody swearing?
Shrapnel drags Kiljoy out of the wreckage of the table and covers him.
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BK breaks it up.
Shrapnel stands up only to receive a chair shot to the head. BK has his turn at covering Kiljoy...
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Shrapnel breaks it up.
Shrapnel and BK begin punching each other. Eventually though, Shrapnel is able to block a BK punch and nails a big boot! He then walks over to Kiljoy, who has just gotten to his feet. Shrapnel grabs him and nails the Exit Wound! He picks him up and nails it again! Now, Shrapnel stands and places one foot on Kiljoy’s chest...
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‘THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU, BITCH!’
BK drives the flaming chair into the skull of Shrapnel, who drops like a sack of bricks. He goes for the cover...
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Mike King with the Shining Metallica!
BK rolls to the outside after that impact. Mike lays back on the mat, most of his energy used to break up the pinfall.
Daniels: And now all four men are down...this match has taken plenty out of all of them!
Masters: Kirkland is the only one not bleeding, yet those burns over his body are much worse...
Mike slowly pulls himself up to a sitting position, before crawling on top of Shrapnel...
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Kickout!
Mike rolls off and places his arm over Kiljoy...
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Kickout!
Mike sighs and sits up. He uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Meanwhile, BK has gotten to his feet on the outside. He has set one table up, and is setting another up. Mike King grabs one of the ladders and sets it up. He begins climbing it, looking to hit a high impact splash on one of his opponents. Little does he know, his opponents are following him up the ladder, Kiljoy on the other side, Shrapnel from underneath. Mike begins lashing his foot out. He kicks Shrapnel in the face, who falls. Mike then begins trading punches with Kiljoy. Neither man is able to gain an upper hand.
Daniels: It’s a stalemate at the top of that ladder...
Masters: Wait...what is Shrapnel doing?
Daniels: His taking out those matches again...oh no...
Shrapnel strikes a match and sets the ladder alight! The flames rise up the ladder till they are tickling at both men’s feet. Kiljoy takes advantage and strikes King hard. Mike falls back off the ladder, which in turn unsteadies the ladder. It folds in on itself, causing Kiljoy to slam into the mat aswell...
Daniels: Ouch! Both men hit the mat hard.
Masters: Wait...what’s that Brian has set up over there!
Brian Kirkland has his roll of razorwire, which he is spreading between the two tables on the outside...
Daniels: My god...he’s create some sort of net!
Masters: That thing will tear you to pieces!
Kirkland uses the rest of the razorwire before admiring his handiwork...
Masters: And look...he’s wrapped some of it around his fist!
BK rolls into the ring. He taps Shrapnel, who is stomping away at Mike King, on the shoulder. Shrapnel turns around...only to be levelled with a razorwire punch! The wound on Shrapnel’s head opens more, his vision now being obscured by blood. BK goes to his trolley of weapons. He pulls out a bag. He re-enters the ring and pours the contents of the bag onto the mat...
Daniels: It’s salt! He has a bag of salt!
BK begins whipping Shrapnel with the razorwire, opening up the welts on his back. BK then discards the razorwire and lifts Mike King to his feet. They converse before nodding heads and pounding fists. Together, they lift Shrapnel to his feet. They then lift him up and back drop him onto the pile of salt! Shrapnel yells in pain as BK and Mike high five! They stand up...only to receive a razorwire punch to the side of the head from Kiljoy. Kiljoy then wraps it around the throat of Brian Kirkland and begins choking him out with it...
Masters: Yes Kiljoy! Go! You’ve already destroyed one of the straight edge pussies...do it to another!
Kiljoy continues to tighten his hold, the razorwire slicing into the neck of Brian Kirkland. Mike King saves BK however, gouging at the eyes of Kiljoy. As BK catches his breath and stems the flow of blood around his neck, Mike King begins to tear away at Kiljoy’s forehead by pressing the razorwire against him. Shrapnel stands up, still feeling the sting from the salt, and grabs Mike King by the hair. He drags him over to the ropes and eyes BK’s set up. He grabs Mike by the throat and looks to hit a chokeslam. Mike reverses though, necking Shrapnel on the ropes. Mike then begins to try and suplex Shrapnel out, to no avail. BK climbs to the outside and begins to help Mike. Together...
Daniels: HE’S OFF THE GROUND!
Masters: No! You can’t do this...his back is already destroyed enough!
The tables outside are suddenly engulfed in flames. Kiljoy stands to the left of the action grinning as both Mike King and Shrapnel crash into the structure! Kiljoy then runs and he spears Brian Kirkland through the ropes! Together, they also crash into the flaming razorwire net. The wreckage is completely covered by flames. Fire crew rush out and begin putting out the fire. After a minute or so, the fire is finally extinguished...
Daniels: This is dreadful...look at that...no movement...just torn, charred bodies...are they...even alive?
Masters: This is marvelous! It’s what the fans paid to see...
Daniels: They paid to see 4 men killing each other for a piece of gold?
Masters: These wrestler knew what they were in for when they signed up!
Daniels: My god...have you no compassion...someone could be dead for all we know
Masters: It looks like Shrapnel is the first, and only man up now.
Daniels: My God if I was them now, I would just stay down.
Masters: What’s the worst that could happen?! OH WAIT…THIS COULD BE PRETTY BAD!
Daniels: Mike King got up at the wrong time! Shrapnel grabs him…EXIT WOUND…THE CHOKESLAM!!!!!!!!
Masters: Yes, I was right, that was pretty bad! The ref covers…
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Daniels: This monster wins the Title, and he has only been here for a couple of months, that is impressive.
Masters: That match was impressive, we have only seen one contest and already we have blood, skin, guts even layered around the ringside.
Daniels: Lovely. And Shrapnel gets handed the Title, this man could be on to big and bright things here, and I wonder what the future is for the other three men.
Masters: Surgery, Jarred.
Towers: Your winner and NEW CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION…SHRAPNEL!!!!!!!
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Jarred: "Now we have a special address to the fans by two men that the fans seem to love, Godzilla Sawyer and Kaneda Kong, The Kaiju Warriors!"
Masters: "I don't think they have anything important to say."
Jarred: "You know that Sawyer is an upstanding individual who is willing to lend a hand to anyone. He even gave you a hand once, William."
Masters: "Oh, shut up, Daniels."
The scene changes to a spot backstage. There is a painted brick wall of a corridor in the Carlson Center behind the trio of Sawyer, Kong, and Ryan Lewis.
Ryan: "This is Ryan Lewis at CZW Pandemonium and I have the Kaiju Warriors with me. How are you two big men doing today?"
Kong: "We are fine, Mr. Lewis. Just have something to say."
Ryan: "Certainly. Now my first question..."
Godzilla, putting up a hand to silence Lewis: "We are NOT here to answer questions, Ry."
Godzilla and Kong look into the camera.
Sometimes, the best laid plans get fouled up by someone else. Before the tag team qualifying match even took place last week between The Cut Throat Thrillers and The Upper Class, we petitioned the CZW Board that, if the Upper Class loses that match, we wanted them at Pandemonium. Well, someone else stepped in and made that match not possible, and someone decided not to book The Kaiju Warriors at Pandemonium. Those with good memories might recall that The Working Man was somehow not booked for the CZW 1st anniversary show even though he was on CZW very first televised card and even made the final four cage event that crowned our first World Champ. I've been patient, and I've been quiet, but that ends now.
"THE MONSTER FROM MICHIGAN WILL NOT TOLERATE BEING OVERLOOKED IN A FEDERATION I HELPED BUILD!"
"Now this isn't a threat to the board or anyone else. I've already told everyone what I'm about. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and give you clean matches until you've given me a reason not too. Right now, there are a few people on CZW's roster that have crossed us, stepped on our toes. They have given us a message about how they do things. The 'Devil Man' has taken the chance for us to repay The Upper Class away from us, and I don't know if I should be angry or shake his hand. I guess I'll burn that bridge if I get to it."
Kong leans forward: "However, tonight, we will pay a debt to someone else on CZW's roster."
Kong and Godzilla turn and walk away.
Lewis: "I'm...not sure what that was about. Back to you, Jarred and William."
Daniels: Thanks Ryan, wow it seems like Sawyer and Kong have a few things on their minds.
Masters: Yeah who would have thought it, I thought the only things going through their minds was donuts and…well…that’s it really.
Daniels: They are looking for a fight William, and they may not have one at Pandemonium, but once Overdrive comes around next week, a few people should look out for this team. One of those men being kris Kamikaze, the same man who is up next getting TV Title match.
Masters: Mr. Entertainment against…BRIAN BLAZE HAHAHA!
CZW TELEVISION TITLE MATCH
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“When Worlds Collide” plays, and Kris Kamikaze swaggers out to the ring, a look of self-assurance on his face. He badmouths several of the fans at ringside, laughing at them for some reason or another.
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the CZW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, from Raleigh, North Carolina, he is ‘Big Time,’ KRIS…KAMIKAZE!!”
Kamikaze poses a bit in the ring, drawing tons of heat from the live crowd in Fairbanks, when suddenly their jeers turn to loud cheers as “Let Me Entertain You” hits, the lights on the stage heralding the arrival of the Television Champion. Brian Blaze struts out onto the ramp, posing with his belt for a moment before making his way down to the ring.
Towers: “And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the CZW TELEVISION CHAMPION, he is ‘Mr. Entertainment,’ BRIAN…BLAZE!!”
More cheers for Blaze as he hops into the ring, ascending the turnbuckle and displaying his title proudly. His celebration is cut short, however, as Kamikaze strikes, driving both hands with an axe-handle smash to Blaze’s spine! Kamikaze pulls Blaze back, sending him crashing onto the mat!
*ding-ding!*
Daniels: “The challenger going right after the champion in this one! The match now officially underway! Kamikaze with a series of quick elbow drops, relentlessly assaulting the champion! ‘Big Time’ pulls Blaze up to his feet, DRIVING him back to the mat with a snap t-bone suplex!! Brian Blaze is being completely overrun at the moment!”
Masters: “Well, ‘Big Time’ has already proven he can beat Blaze! And now Blaze has infinitely more to lose as he defends his title against Kris Kamikaze!”
Daniels: “Kamikaze scaling the turnbuckle…MOONSAULT CONNECTS!! COVER!!”
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Daniels: “Somehow the champion is able to keep his wits about him and kick out! Kamikaze pulling ‘Mr. Entertainment’ to his feet now, whipping him into the far side. The swings a clothesline, but Blaze ducks! Brian Blaze on the rebound, but Kamikaze is ready for him! Tilt-a-whirl…no, Blaze lands on his feet! Blaze with an eye-rake! He stomps Kamikaze’s foot! Blaze with an atomic…wedgie!?”
Masters: “What the bloody hell!?”
Daniels: “Brian Blaze now hammering onto Kamikaze’s back, working him into the turnbuckle. He whips ‘Big Time’ to the far side, charging in…but he eats Kamikaze’s boot on the counter! ‘Big Time’ hopping up to the middle rope, diving off and taking the champion down with a spike tornado DDT!! Blaze ending up in a seated position, his eyes looking a little hazy after that one! ‘Big Time’ stomps him down, scaling the top rope once again! He measures up the champion and leaps! FROG SPLASH!! BLAZE GETS THE KNEES UP!!”
Masters: “Desperation counter there by the champion. Kamikaze trying to regain some of the wind that was just knocked out of his lungs, and Blaze needs to try and get back on the offensive!”
Daniels: “Indeed, he does! ‘Mr. Entertainment’ waits as Kamikaze makes his way to his feet and charges in, taking the challenger down with a flying forearm! Both men up again but Blaze reacts first! ENZIGURI!! Kamikaze staggers drunkenly and Blaze measures him up, looking between his hands as he makes a square frame around Kris’ face! BEAUTIFUL standing dropkick!! Blaze rolls over Kamikaze for the cover!”
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Daniels: “Looks as if ‘Big Time’ still has plenty of fight left in him after that kick out, there. Brian Blaze continues his assault, lifting Kamikaze up for a vertical suplex! ‘Big Time’ slips out the back door, landing behind Blaze and grabbing him in a rear waist-lock…GERMAN SUPLEX!! Blaze rolls onto his stomach, grasping the back of his head and neck in pain! Kamikaze gets up slowly, shaking free the cobwebs. ‘Big Time’ now back on the attack, pulling Blaze to his feet, setting him up for a powerbomb! RUNNING POWERBOMB connects!! Kamikaze holds on for the pin attempt!!”
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Masters: “Bloody hell! I was SURE he had him there! This Brian Blaze character is definitely tougher than he looks!”
Daniels: “He’s a fighting champion, no question, but Kamikaze is a hungry challenger! ‘Big Time’ pulls Blaze up and tosses him into the corner. He signals to the fans…we could see the Wipe-Out! Kamikaze charges in with the baseball slide! BLAZE DODGES! Brian Blaze dives over Kamikaze, tumbling to his feet and dashing for the ropes! ‘Big Time’ stops against the turnbuckle and quickly bolts to his feet, charging Blaze! Blaze on the rebound…BLAZING ARROW!! NO! Kamikaze dives to the mat, tumbling back to his feet! Both competitors from opposite sides…DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!”
Masters: “That was NASTY! Both of them tore eachothers’ heads off!!”
Daniels: “Both men remain unmoving, referee Danny Spade begins the 10 count! We could have a double-KO on our hands!”
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Daniels: “Kamikaze is up! Blaze up to one knee, but ‘Big Time’ with a SUPERKICK!! NO! Blaze catches the kick and…OH, DEAR LORD!! A straight PUNCH right to the groin!!”
Masters: “I can’t believe that! And look at Blaze, basking in his own glory!!”
Daniels: “Crude but definitely effective! Blaze now has the upper hand in this contest! ‘Mr. Entertainment’ climbing to the top rope…he poses a moment for the crowd and leaps off with the flying elbow!!”
Masters: “OW! Can you say ‘crash and burn,’ Daniels? I’m sure Blaze can!”
Daniels: “Kamikaze rolling out of the way as Blaze leaps off with the elbow! The champion crashes into a heap on the mat! ‘Big Time’ now getting to his feet, measuring up the champion as he tries to recover! He’s got Brian Blaze in his sights! YAKUZA KICK!! Blaze crashes back into the corner!! Kamikaze charges in with a shoulder! Blaze hops UP out of the way and Kamikaze crashes shoulder-first into the ring post!! He pulls himself free, wincing in pain and Blaze scales the top rope! Blaze leaps…QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT!! The crowd goes nuts as Blaze goes for the cover!!”
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*ding-ding-ding!*
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL CZW Television Champion, ‘Mr. Entertainment,’ BRIAN BLAZE!!”
Daniels: “He did it! Blaze retains and evens the score!”
Masters: “BAH! I grudgingly have to say that Blaze pulled it out, though I doubt he’s heard the last from Kris Kamikaze! The score is just now only even!”
Blaze is handed his belt as “Let Me Entertain You” plays, the fans cheering for him as he poses on the middle turnbuckle, celebrating his hard-fought win.
Kris Kamikaze heads backstage after his match only to find Jenny Jacobs, CZW interviewer, waiting for him near the wrestler's entrance.
Jenny: "Kris, that was an incredible match that just took place between you and Brian Blaze. Do you have any comments about it?"
Kris looks at her incredulously: "First, you need to back away and not try to tempt me with yo' looks. You are used goods, and Kris Kamikaze doesn't used second-hand things! I'm the one who uses something up and then gets rid of it, if you know what I mean! And if you don't, I just called you a ho! About the match, you just saw what happened! What do you think I'll say? That match..."
At that point Godzilla Sawyer walks up behind Kris and bumps him gently from behind. Kris turns.
Kris: "What the 'H' are you doing here, retard? Gettin' all up behind me? I didn't know you swing that way, playa!"
Godzilla, stone-faced: "You just insulted the lady's honor. Apologize."
Kris: "What did you just say? Her honor?"
Godzilla: "You insulted Jenny."
Kris: "I'm not the first and I won't be the last."
Godzilla: "But you are the one I'm talking to right now."
Kris: "Ok, how's this. Jenny, I'm sorry you are such a skanky Ho. There, fat ass. You happy?"
Godzilla suddenly snaps his head forward, head-butting Kris and sending him stumbling away.
Kris, shouting: "You son of a..."
At which point Sawyer grabs him and slams his head into a soda vending machine. Another shot and Godzilla puts Kamikaze's head THROUGH the glass of the machine! Then he picks Kris up and locks him into a lifting backbreaker and CARRIES Kris back out the wrestler's entrance.
Suddenly, Sawyer is standing there at the top of the ramp, the image of him with Kris locked in place towering over him on the Combatron screen! The crowd is roaring their approval.
Masters: "Someone stop him! Sawyer has gone completely berzerk!"
Jarred: "I think Kris has had this coming to him! Wait, what is happening down to the side of the ramp?"
The camera switches to a shot of Kaneda Kong pushing a garbage dumpster on wheels over to the spot below where Sawyer stood with Kris Kamikaze still on his shoulders. Kong places the dumpster next to the ramp.
Masters: "NO!!! Sawyer just dropped Kamikaze twelve feet down into that steel dumpster! Someone needs to stop this!"
Kong pulls a sack out of the dumpster as Sawyer hops down to the floor next to the metal box. Sawyer pulls out a very large can from the sack as he calls for a microphone. Jenny comes out from backstage and drops hers to Sawyer's waiting hand.
Godzilla: "Hey, Kris, you look a little hungry. How about some ribs! I collected these from John's Smokehouse Restaurant down the street!"
Kong dumps the large bag into the dumpster on top of Kamikaze!
Godzilla: "Oh, I'm sorry. There won't be much meat on those since they are from the garbage. However, I do have plenty of barbeque sauce for ya!"
Godzilla opens the huge can and pours the barbeque sauce all over Kris, who is moving to get out. As he stands, Kong suddenly slams the lid down on Kris' head and tosses a large iron lock to Sawyer, and The Monster from Michigan snaps the lock shut, trapping Kris Kamikaze in! We can hear banging coming from inside as Sawyer speaks.
Godzilla: "I don't know where Ian is and I hope he's doing well, but I decided to do this for him as well as Kong and I. Let's go, partner."
Kong and Godzilla move the dumpster so that they can get behind it, then they begin to push it away toward the maintenance exit.
Masters: "Where are they going?"
Jarred: "I don't know, but we really have to get to our next SCHEDULED event."
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CZW VIXEN TITLE MATCH
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Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jessica Towers
All of a sudden, the arena fades to black, those familiar with the song recognizing Shiny Toy Guns ’Ricochet’ opening up. Dark red lights start to turn toward the ramp, providing just enough light to really see…Leah Kimara‘s sultry walk onto the stage. Finally, after about a minute, the stage ignites, just in time for a blast of red pyros to go off.
Welcome back to
Watch your head spin
Like a bullet, meant to be shot
She ricochets
She ricochets
Notice, notice, notice, notice
Leah Kimara step over the fire, the lights quickly returning to full brightness. Leah is a bit frantic…and active, as she knows what is in front of her as she makes her way down the ramp to the ring.
Jessica Towers
Let the sweat fall
I hit the bull’s-eye
Like a bullet, meant to be shot
She ricochets
She ricochets
Notice, notice, notice, notice
Leah slides under the ropes as she looks at the crowd before jumping to her feet. Leah goes to a corner as she begins stretching.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
The arena darkens as ‘Heaven Tonight’ begins to play.
I hold your hand in mine
(I'm in love with you)
Trying to find the heart you hide
(I'm in love with you)
You are my heaven tonight
As the crescendo reaches the peak and the words ‘Be My Heaven Tonight!’ bring the beat in, a wall of white pyro erupts from the stage. Sirena followed by Tatum, runs through it and slides into the ring. She’s energetic and loud; shouting encouragement to the fans, tightrope walking on the ropes, dancing around manically, rolling out to ringside to high five the kids in the front row and generally getting the crowd pumping.
(I'm in love with you)
That's right
Jessica Towers
From Hollywood, California she is a former CzW QoC Champion...being accompanied to the ring by Tatum Regan…
THE RISING STARR
SIRENA
STARR!!!
The fans let out a cheer as Sirena slides into the ring and gets up. Sirena looks at Leah as she gets checked by Peter Pimper.
Venus is seen walking up to Peter Pimper and handing him the new Vixen’s Championship.
Venus:
Pimper raises the belt up in the air as the fans begin cheering before he pulls it down and gives it to Jessica. Finally Pimper rings the bell.
Jarred Daniels
Sirena and Leah begin to circle around the ring as Leah puts out her hand out for a test of strength. Sirena is reluctant at first but eventually locks her right hand with Leah right hand. Before Leah can raise her left hand Sirena lets out a kick to Leah' left leg. Leah tries to bring Sirena in but Sirena continues with the kicks to Leah' leg.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah once again tries to get Sirena to let go of her hand, but Sirena doesn't let go. Sirena kicks Leah again, but Leah sees it coming as she grabs Sirena's leg and quickly connects with a dragon screw. Leah doesn't waste anytime as she locks in a single leg Boston Crab.
Jarred Daniels
Leah begins to bend back but Sirena quickly uses her strength to throw Leah off of her. Sirena gets to her feet as Leah rushes her and manages to kick her in the gut. Leah bends over in pain as Sirena grabs her by the hair and throws her to the outside. Leah slowly gets up as Sirena runs toward the ropes and dives through, taking out Leah in the process.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah is crawling towards the apron as Sirena gets to her feet. Leah begins crawl under the ring as Sirena looks at her. Sirena grabs her foot and drags Leah out, but Leah pops up and nails Sirena in the head with a trash can lid. Sirena staggers as Leah hammers her two more times, flooring the former QoC champ.
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah looks at Sirena as she begins digging under the ring for weapons. Leah pulls out a stop sign and what looks like a hand mirror. Leah looks at Sirena and cracks the mirror over Sirena's head.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Sirena is holding her head as Leah throws the stop sign and a chair into the ring. Leah grabs Sirena but Sirena pushes Leah into the apron back first. Leah falls to the ground as Sirena feels the top of her head to see if she is bleeding. Leah gets to her feet as Sirena runs at her and with both legs kick Leah into the ring steps.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Sirena picks up Leah by her hair and rolls her into the ring. Sirena covers Leah as Pimper begins the count
ONE
TWO
Leah kicks out as Sirena talks to Pimper.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Sirena lands a hard shot on the skull of Leah, then another and another. Seconds later Sirena whips her foe against the ropes.
Leah bounces back as Sirena Starr connects with a roundhouse kick, flooring the diva. Sirena quickly pulls herself up onto the top turnbuckle.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
Sirena Starr looks to her fans then shakes her head and goes outside of the ring she pulls out a table and slides it into the ring, the Rising Starr sets up the table and slaps Leah on top of it.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Sirena climbs up the turnbuckle and signals for the splash. Sirena Starr flies through the air as Leah slides off the table and she crashes through it.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah grabs the bloodied form of Sirena and slams several stiff forearms at Sirena. Leah whips Starr to the ropes and flops over them like a rag doll. Leah slides out behind her and lands a stiff axe handle to the Rising Starr's jaw. Sirena rests against the steps and pants. Leah approaches her but the QoC icon raises a boot and catches Leah on the jaw.
Sirena Starr whips Leah behind her and slams her form against the steps. Sirena Starr reaches under the ring and slides out another table.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Sirena hits Leah a few times and then lies her on the table. Sirena climbs up onto the apron and flips backwards at the table, flying at her foe with a moon-sault.
Her foe does not wait for her through and rolls off the wooden deathtrap.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah grabs Starr by the hair and slams her head first into the steel edge of the apron, dying the canvas red. Leah Kimara rolls her foe into the ring she climbs up and steps under the ropes.
Leah lands a hard stomp on her opponent and then two more. She loops Sirena Starr up and hits a quick snap suplex on her opponent.
Sirena remains unmoving on the mat, bleeding out of every end of her body, her make up faded and smudged, mixed with the red, with bits of colored dye and blood matting her hair.
Leah puts her opponent in a Camel Clutch like position, and then jerks her head down quickly against the canvas. Leah pulls her limp enemy up and Irish whips her away.
Sirena slothfully rebounds at Leah her clops her over with a clothesline. Leah covers.
ONE
TWO
Sirena sticks her hand up, moving her shoulder off the mat.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah pulls Sirena up and chops her across the chest a few times. Leah hits a quick kick to the gut and bounces off the ropes looking to clock the champ. Sirena Starr quickly reacts with a drop toe hold, flooring Leah.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Sirena pulls Leah up and tries to pick her opponent up, but the quick thinking Leah knees her foe in the stomach.
With her target keeled over Leah climbs up the ropes and throws herself at Sirena, looking to land a cross body.
Sirena's eye twitches and a second later the rising Starr leaps into the air delivering a dropkick, intercepting Leah's cross body and leaving both women floored and breathless.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah Kimara rolls over the side of the apron. She reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel folding chair.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah slides the chair into the ring, grabbing it as she reenters. She brings it to Sirena who kicks her hard as she rises to her feet, next hitting a sweep kick, tripping her foe up.
Sirena bounces off the ropes, looking to hit Leah with a bulldog, but gets trapped with a drop toe hold instead, landing face first on the abandoned chair.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah makes to cover her rival after pushing her off the chair.
ONE
TWO
Sirena pushes her shoulder off the mat and the crowd cheers.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah pulls Starr up to her feet and slams her with punches.
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Starr catches a fist with her crimson coated hand and whips Leah at the ropes sending her out of the ring. Leah holds onto the ropes and pulls herself up as Sirena slides out of the ring to the side and runs up behind her.
Leah regains her balance just as Sirena arrives behind her. Sirena loops Leah for a German suplex and hits it, sending her opponent onto the floor, landing alongside her.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
The ref looks on in dismay as both women lie barely moving outside the ring. Time goes by and the crowd quiets down as neither wrestler moves but for some twitching and groaning. Sirena pulls herself to her feet getting a polite pop as she slides into the ring.
Leah follows her into the ring. Sirena slams her fits into the face of the returning Leah. She sends two more shots into her head before locking in a full nelson.
Sirena swings Leah around until the petite challenger squirts out of the hold, overpowering the weakened Sirena.
Leah ambles groggily to the corner. Sirena peruses her.
Suddenly with a burst of speed Leah rushes the turnbuckle, flipping into a Whisper in the Wind clocking Sirena in the face.
Leah pulls up Sirena and signals for her finisher. Leah hoists up the Rising Starr and smashes her onto the canvas.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah crawls onto Sirena and pins her.
ONE
TWO
THR....
Sirena throws up her arm and the crowd pops as the ref holds up two fingers.
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah pulls up her opponent. She sets her up for a German and pulls her to the ropes. Leah leaps and twirls, hitting a belly to back suplex off the second rope, crashing against the canvas. Leah Kimara pins her foe after the suplex.
ONE
TWO
Sirena throws her arm up again, to less of a response this time.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah Kimara looks exhausted and frustrated. She pulls Sirena to the center of the ring and drops her. Leah heads for the top turnbuckle
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
As she boards the top turnbuckle Sirena rushes the corner. She loops her arms around her opponent's knees and flips her back first onto the canvas
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Sirena covers Leah
ONE
TWO
Leah kicks out. The fans boo.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Sirena whips Leah into the corner. She charges her but Leah ducks away. The bloody and battered Sirena works up her strength and kicks off the turnbuckle hitting a Tornado DDT of her own.
Sirena covers.
ONE
TWO
Leah kicks out as the booing grows louder.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Harris
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Leah stands up only to get kicked in the gut. Sirena circles her and Chick Kicks Leah, knocking her to the mat. Sirena motions for the end as she climbs the turnbuckle. She dives off…
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
Sirena covers up Leah for the pin.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!
DING DING DING
Jessica Towers
Sirena is slow to get up as Peter Pimper helps her up. Tatum rolls into the ring with the Vixen's title. They embrace as she hands Sirena the belt. Sirena cradles it like a newborn baby as Cage Stryker is seen hitting the ring and throwing Sirena up on his shoulder as Tatum helps celebrate this victory. She holds the title high in the air as tears continue streaming down her face. Cage puts her down and Sirena walks over to help up Leah Kimara. Leah looks at Sirena with mixed emotions…then offers her hand. Sirena takes her by the hand and pulls her in for a hug. The fans cheer louder and louder, this match was full of respect.
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Jarred: "Hold on, William. I'm receiving word that a camera crew is behind the arena right now at some kind of disturbance. Let's see what's up."
The camera cuts to an extreme close up of a heavy lock. A pair of meaty hands, obviously those of Kaneda Kong, use a key and open the lock. The hand then open the dumpster.
Kris Kamikaze can be heard before he speaks, and as he pops into view, he has garbage and pre-chewed rib bones sticking to him and he's soaked with barbeque sauce.
Kris: "About time someone gets me outta here. This sauce is stinging my cuts and scratches from my match. And what was that bang I heard a moment ago. It shook the whole..."
Kris, now standing, stops speaking when he notices that a garbage truck is directly in front of the dumpster he is standing in, and the truck's hydraulic lift forks are already attached. Eyes wide, Kris looks through the windshield of the truck.
Godzilla Sawyer, with his old gray hard hat on his head, is sitting in the driver's seat!
Kris: "Naw, man. You wouldn't. You couldn't..."
A grin more wicked than anything anyone has ever seen there grows on Godzilla's face as he hangs his head out the driver's side window and shouts:
"To paraphrase an old friend of mine, it's not 'Big Time', it's TIME TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!"
As Kris yells, the dumpster lifts up in the air and turns over, and we see Kris and a pile of refuse fall from the dumpster into the truck. The dumpster even shakes once or twice to loosen up the nasty, sticky, liquidy stuff from the bottom! The dumpster is put back on the ground and Sawyer gets out of the truck, letting the real driver take over.
Godzilla: "Take it away, dude!"
Godzilla and Kong watch as the garbage truck leaves the arena lot. The camera switches to a shot of The Kaiju Warriors.
Kong, straight faced: "He will need to get new tights. That sauce will leave a stain."
Godzilla looks at his partner incredulously and then busts out laughing as the camera goes back to the announce team.
Masters: "Action should be taken against those monsters! I can't believe this."
Jarred: "What? Kaneda is right, those stains will never come out. Not even with Oxyclean."
Masters: "Just shut up, Jarred!"
EVERYTHING WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE CZW X TITLE MATCH
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DANIELS: What a show we've had so far, Pandemonium certainly looking already like it might become one of the greatest CZW Pay-Per-Views of all time! But, any viewers of a particularly nervous disposition may want to approach this next match with caution, because it is GUARANTEED to get ugly!
MASTERS: That's right, we can see the crew setting the ringside area up now. Barbed-wire ropes, barbed-wire chairs, barbed-wire tables.. it's gonna be a bloody bloodbath!
DANIELS: The X-Division has long had a reputation for delivering the most intense, brutal, hardcore action within the CZW, and THIS match.. well, it just might top them all.
Attention turns to the CombatTron, as a flickering of the screen gives way to a highlight reel of some of the most memorable X-Division moments so far, followed by a montage charting the development of the Timmons vs Cage rivalry up to this point. After the video comes to an end, we are returned live to the Carlson Center, now audibly buzzing with excitement at the match that lies just seconds away.
DANIELS: It is, quite possibly, the most heated rivalry the CZW X-Division has ever seen, and what better way for either man to finally settle it than in the environment you see laid out before you?
The side of the ring facing the stage is pretty standard, obviously designed to allow the competitors to actually get in and out of the ring without too much risk of injury. The ropes directly opposite have barbed wire coiled individually around each one. The other two sides.. well, demonic doesn't quite cover it. A MASS of barbed wire, wrapped tightly around all three ropes in one go, stretching from corner to corner. No gaps to escape through, no give, NOT a place you'll want to be spending too much time!
MASTERS: Oh, no doubt about that! These two men have competed in some fierce matches before, not least that AMAZING Greenhouse Match one month ago, but this right here might just top them all as far as brutality and punishment goes!
DANIELS: I'd say that's highly likely, William, and I'd say that whoever ends up winning, if you can every really "win" this sort of match, will NEVER be the same again. The loser.. well, it almost doesn't bear thinking about.
TOWERS: The following contest is the "Everything Wrapped In Barbed Wire Match"! It is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the CZW X-TITLE!
The crowd pops big-time, although the cheers swiftly turn into jeers as "I Stand Alone" hits the sound system.
TOWERS: Introducing the challenger.. From Toronto, Canada.. weighing in at 268lbs.. representing The Next Generation.. He is "Canada's Finest".. TTTTTIIIIIMMMMM TTTTTIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMOOOOONNNNNSSSSS!!!!!
Timmons steps out onto the stage, clutching a barbed-wire-wrapped chair in his hand. He heads straight down the ramp, his eyes fixed on the ring, completely oblivious to the obcenities being hurled at him by the fired-up crowd. He climbs the steps, and enters the ring, taking a moment to examine the layout.
DANIELS: Timmons with a steely look in his eyes, so determined to finally realise his dream of becoming the X-Champion, could THIS be the night he finally makes it happen?
"I Stand Alone" fades out, and the crowd starts a pre-emptive "HD" chant as Timmons finally looks up at them, an almost sadistic smirk on his face.
After a few tantalising seconds, "The Pretender" hits the sound system, and the place explodes.
TOWERS: And his opponent.. from Hollywood, California.. weighing in at 240lbs.. he is "High Definition", and the CZW X-Champion.. CCCCCAAAAAGGGGGEEEEE SSSSSTTTTTRRRRRYYYYYKKKKKEEEEERRRRR!!!!!
Cage steps out onto the stage, the X-Title round his waist. He too is armed, clutching the barbed-wire bat used to attack Timmons over the past few weeks. He stands at the top of the ramp, and thrusts the bat into the air, drawing another huge cheer from the crowd. Cage points the barbed end of the bat at Timmons, and marches down the ramp towards the ring.
MASTERS: Oh no, he's got that bat again!
DANIELS: Both these men carrying a little extra "insurance" down to the ring with them, this thing could get very ugly, very quickly!
MASTERS: Is that what the Doctor said when you were born?
DANIELS: What the.. where the hell did THAT come from!?
MASTERS: Is that what the D..
DANIELS: Oh shut up!
Cage steps into the ring, as Jessica makes a quick escape out of the un-barbed section of the ring. Cage and Timmons stare each other down, each standing in opposing corners, their weapons poised and ready to strike.
*DING DING DING!*
As the bell rings, Timmons suddenly lowers his chair and stands upright. Cage remains poised, as Timmons walks to the side slightly, a smile on his face.
DANIELS: What's Timmons up to here?
Cage looks on, watching Timmons' every move. Timmons steps alongside the less-extremely wired set of ropes.. and grabs hold of the top rope!
DANIELS: What is he doing!?
Timmons grips the rope tightly, blood starting to trickle down from his palm. After a few seconds, he releases his grip, and smears his own blood across his chest, still smiling at Cage.
DANIELS: A few mind games here from the challenger, it seems!
Cage stands a little more "at ease", staring quizzically at Tim Timmons. After a second, though, he too starts to smile.. and grabs the barbed end of his bat! He grinds his hand slightly, then pulls it away, and runs it over his face, a thick red line sticking in its wake.
DANIELS: And Stryker responds!
The fans cheer Stryker's retaliation, and the champion smiles right back at Timmons, before tossing the bat to one side and gesturing to Timmons to "bring it".
DANIELS: Stryker dropping the weapon, he wants to go mano-y-mano!
MASTERS: Who are you, El Fuego?
Timmons looks back and forth between his chair and Stryker, who continues to goad him into fighting. Timmons looks at Stryker and smiles.. then throws the chair! Stryker dodges out of the way, but Timmons charges over and tackles Stryker to the ground, before hammering away with right fists to the head.
DANIELS: Not the most sporting response from Tim Timmons, perhaps unsurprisingly, but HERE WE GO, we are underway!
Timmons picks Cage up, and immediately tries to drive the Champion's head into one of the thick "walls" of barbed-wire. Cage resists though, and hits Timmons with a couple of elbows to the midsection, before dropping him to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. Cage rolls through, and picks Timmons back to his feet. He attempts an Irish Whip, but keeps hold of Timmons' arm. Cage reels Timmons back in, and attempts to lift him, but Timmons fights out and lands back on his feet in front of Cage. The two start slugging it out, trading blows, before Tim takes advantage with a poke in the eyes. Tim leans Cage against the "safety" ropes, and whips him towards the barbed-coils on the other side. Cage somehow manages to stop himself, and turns.. just in time to see Timmons charging at him. Cage rolls forward past Timmons, who also manages to stop short of the ropes, and springs to his feet. Timmons charges again, but Cage sidesteps, and throws Timmons over the "safety" ropes and down to the floor. Timmons staggers back to his feet, as Cage takes a run up.. SUICIDE DIVE! The two crash to the floor in a heap, as the fans applaud a fantastic opening exchange.
DANIELS: Bah Gawd, what a start to this match!
Cage scrambles back to his feet, picking Timmons up with him. He drags him round the corner, and smashes his head into the guardrail. Cage then whips Timmons into the apron, but keeps hold, and slingshots him back across and into the guardrail once more. Timmons crumples to the floor, and Cage raises his hands triumphantly as the fans pop again.
DANIELS: Cage taking it to Timmons in the early going, and now he goes under the ring! Possibly our first glimpse of some hardwear in this match!
Cage rummages around for a few seconds, before pulling out a ladder, the fans getting audibly excited at the sight.
DANIELS: Well it may not be covered in barbed wire, but Cage certainly knows how to use one of those!
MASTERS: Hold on.. the programme said "EVERYTHING Covered in Barbed Wire"! Why the hell isn't that ladder included!?
DANIELS: Well.. I can't answer that one, William.
MASTERS: It's a bloody outrage! If it says "Everything" I expect "Everything"! This is that halfwit Brian Damage's fault, I just know it! Or maybe his senile old man was preparing things and forgot halfway through what bloody "everything" means!
DANIELS: Calm down, William! Jesus..
Cage props the ladder up against the guardrail, and hits a rising Tim Timmons with a knee to the mid-section. Cage leads Timmons over to the ladder, and rams his head three times into the steel, before propping Timmons up against it, facing the ring. Cage then grabs one of the barbed-wire chairs strategically positioned by the crew, and hops up onto the apron, being careful not to touch the wall of barbed wire covering the ropes.
DANIELS: What's Cage thinking here? It doesn't look good for Tim Timmons, whatever it is!
Cage cautiously steps in front of Timmons, and raises the chair up above his head. The crowd cheers in excitement, but quickly starts booing instead, as Timmons has the sense and wherewithall to run out of the firing line.
DANIELS: A lucky escape there for the challenger, but he may not be out of the woods yet..
Cage hops down off the apron, and pursues Timmons, who is stood with his back turned, leaning against the guardrail near the announce team.
MASTERS: Don't bloody stand there, Tim! What if that lunatic swings for you but hits ME instead!?
Cage steps up right behind Tim, and raises the chair above his head..
*DRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!*
DANIELS: GOOD LORD! TIMMONS JUST NAILED CAGE WITH THE RING BELL!
Cage drops to the floor, the crowd doing little to hide their disappointment as Timmons holds the bell up mockingly. Tim then turns his attention to the announce table, and pulls off the cover that houses the monitors and other electrical equipment.
DANIELS: WOAH WOAH WOAH!
MASTERS: What the bloody shitbox are you doing, Tim!? There are plenty of other tables lying around! THERE!
Timmons turns, and grins at the sight of a barbed-wire-wrapped table propped up against the guardrail. He heads over to it, and props it up on top of the guardrail and ring apron.
MASTERS: Jesus Christ, I know he's got a job to do, but a little consideration wouldn't go amiss!
Timmons rolls under the table, and grabs the ladder Cage brought out earlier. He retreats back under the table again, and sets the ladder up alongside it.
DANIELS: Tim Timmons with evil intentions on his mind, and Cage quite honestly looks out of it right now.
Satisfied with his set-up, Timmons heads back over to Stryker, who is only just now beginning to move again after that shot to the head. Timmons drags the champion over to the ladder, and positions himself in front of it. He shoves Cage's head between his legs, and draws his thumb across his throat.
DANIELS: Tim signalling for the end.. the end of Cage's X-Title reign.. maybe the end of his career!
Tim lifts Cage for a powerbomb, but Cage flings his arms out and grabs hold of the ladder for dear life. Timmons tries to pull him off, but Cage starts stomping at the chest and shoulders of "Canada's Finest", forcing the challenger to let go. Cage climbs up and over the other side of the ladder, as Timmons makes his way up after him. The two start trading blows on the top of the ladder, the barbed table waiting below to devour whoever loses out.
DANIELS: This is such a dangerous, procarious position right here, folks!
Cage starts to get the upper hand, but Timmons suddenly grabs the champ by the hair, and smashes his face into the top of the ladder. Cage recoils, and Timmons does it again, and a third time. Cage teeters dangerously, but suddenly steps down onto the guardrail and tips the ladder..
..away from the table, sending Tim crashing face-first into the guardrail, while Cage himself flops off the guardrail into the first row.
DANIELS: And a lucky escape there, if you can call it that, for Tim Timmons!
MASTERS: But listen to these fans, Jarred, they wanted to see that table break! They wanted to see blood!
Indeed, a few boos can be heard echoing around the room, although not nearly as many as Masters would like to believe, and most certainly tongue-in-cheek. Timmons attempts to get back to his feet, as Cage slides back over the guardrail and onto the floor. Cage gets up, and reaches Tim just as he's getting back to a vertical base. He clubs Timmons across the back, then spins him 180 degrees, and chops him in the chest.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
MASTERS: ...
Cage whips Timmons, and "Canada's Finest" crashes head-first into the side of the table. He drops to the floor, and the table slips off the apron, landing just inches away from cutting the man open. As Tim rolls around on the floor, Cage goes on the hunt for some more hardware. He settles on a barbed-wire 2x4, and heads back round towards Timmons.
DANIELS: Cage has got that barbed-wire 2x4, and the fans may be about to get just what they were waiting for!
Cage stalks Timmons, who crawls slowly out from underneath the now-propped-up table. Unaware of Cage's presence, Timmons gets to his hands and knees. Cage strikes..
OHHHHH!!!
DANIELS: OH MAN! A BARBED-WIRE 2x4, RIGHT ACROSS THE SPINE OF TIM TIMMONS!
Tim screams out in pain, and grabs his back as a few spots of blood start to appear. Cage raises the 2x4 in the air, as Tim gets to his feet. He turns round..
OHHHHH!!!
DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! CAGE JUST CAUGHT TIM RIGHT IN THE FACE!
Tim writhes around on the floor clutching his head. Cage stares down at him, a cold smirk on his face. He rolls Tim onto his stomach, and drops down to a knee, locking his opponent in a modified camel clutch, the 2x4 pressed up against his face.
DANIELS: And now look at this! A modified version of the camel clutch! And that barbed wire, ripping and tearing at the skin of "Canada's Finest"!
MASTERS: His face! His beautiful face!
Timmons' screams are almost deafening, blood starting to pour down his face. Cage wrenches back, yelling out himself.
MASTERS: GET HIM OFF, REF! This isn't Falls-Count-Anywhere!!!
As if hearing Masters' protests, Cage releases the hold, Timmons slumping back down to the floor. Cage tosses the 2x4 away, then picks up the table that still stands propped up against the guardrail. He carries it round past Timmons, and slides it under the "safety" ropes into the ring. Cage then picks Timmons up, out of a small pool of his own blood, and rolls him in after it, before climbing in himself. Cage pulls the table into the centre of the ring, and sets it up, as the fans' excitement levels once again start to build. Cage drags Tim out of the corner, and hauls him up to his feet. He whips him off the ropes, and as he rebounds..
CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!
DANIELS: SPINEBUSTER! SPINEBUSTER! AND TIMMONS LANDS IN A TANGLED MESS OF WOOD AND BARBED WIRE!!!
The crowd is in raptures as Cage runs round to Timmons' head and attempts a cover.
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICK OUT!
MASTERS: OH THANK GOODNESS!
DANIELS: How did he kick out of that!? Bah Gawd, Timmons showing a hell of a lot of resilience there!
Cage looks at the referee, a shocked expression on his face. He picks Timmons out of the wreckage, and hits a scoop slam, dumping his opponent near the turnbuckle. Cage then negotiates his way up to the top, taking care not to puncture himself, and turns round. He takes a breath, and leaps, hitting Tim right in the heart with an elbow drop.
DANIELS: Nice elbow drop, and another cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICK OUT!
DANIELS: NO! Again, another near fall!
Cage stares dumfounded at the referee again, and slams the mat with his fist. He gets to his feet, and drags the wreckage of the broken table over to the side of the ring and out onto the floor. He then grabs the chair that Timmons brought down to the ring, and dumps it in the center.
DANIELS: Cage obviously a little frustrated here, he wants to put Timmons away!
Cage drags Tim over towards the chair, and lifts him up to his feet. He tucks Tim's head under his arm, and looks up to the crowd. He positions himself.. and gets lifted into the air, as Timmons hits an inverted atomic drop! Cage hops around, grabbing his gentleman's area, as Timmons hits the "safety" ropes. Cage turns around, and Timmons levels him with a clothesline.
MASTERS: And Tim's fighting back!
Cage hops up, and Tim hits him with a big right hook. Cage staggers backwards, and Tim strikes him again. Tim continues to beat up on Stryker, forcing him into the corner. Timmons hits Cage with another couple of rights, then steps back a few paces. He stalks Cage, and charges forwards, hitting the champ with a reverse elbow. Cage stumbles forwards, as Tim grabs ahold.. and whips him into one of the barbed-wire "walls"!
DANIELS: OHHHH NO! CAGE'S BACK, CRASHING INTO THAT DEMONIC MASS OF BARBED WIRE!
Cage yelps in pain, dropping to his knees, his back contorted. Tim storms over and picks the champ back up, before whipping him right across the ring into the other "wall".
DANIELS: OHHH! AND AGAIN!
Cage staggers forwards, and Tim grabs him again, whipping him across the ring once more. Cage bounces off the first "wall", and Timmons whips him AGAIN. This happens two more times, before Cage slumps forwards onto his stomach, his back covered in blood.
DANIELS: BAH GAWD! TIMMONS HAS SNAPPED! AND CAGE STRYKER, THE X-CHAMPION, HAS JUST HAD HIS BACK SHREDDED BY THAT BARBED-WIRE!
MASTERS: Look at Tim's eyes.. I don't think we've ever seen him this sadistic!
DANIELS: Well, you may well recall last February in the first Greenhouse Match where Timmons quite literally tried to blind El Pablo.. we could well see something similar tonight!
Tim walks slowly over to the barbed-wire chair, and picks it up. He stares at it, almost lovingly, his widened eyes standing out almost psychotically against the crimson mask he now wears. He turns round to face Cage, and slams the chair down on the mat, before poising to attack. Cage slowly pushes himself up on all fours, pain surging through his back, and forces himself back to his feet. He turns round..
*SMASH!*
DANIELS: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! TIMMONS JUST TOOK THE X-CHAMPION'S HEAD OFF!!!
MASTERS: It's over!
Timmons tosses the chair to one side, and drops down for the cover..
ONE!
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DANIELS: NO! CAGE, RIGHT AT THE VERY LAST BAH GAWD SECOND, SOMEHOW GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
MASTERS: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!
Neither can Timmons, who rolls onto his back and covers his face with his hands. He gets back up, and grabs the chair again. He stalks Cage, poised, screaming at the champ to get back up.
DANIELS: Timmons is literally foaming at the mouth here! But Cage is in a bad way, despite managing to kick out.
Indeed, it takes Cage quite a while, but eventually he does stagger gingerly back to his feet, bleeding profusely.
DANIELS: Bah Gawd, Cage has been busted open, and worse may be still to come!
MASTERS: Turn around, Cage! TURN AROUND!
Cage regains his balance, and turns round. Timmons swings..
..and misses! Cage ducks out the way and round behind Timmons. Timmons turns back..
DANIELS: WAIT A MINUTE!
Cage drapes Tim over his shoulder..
*THUD!*
DANIELS: STRYKER DRIVER! HE HITS IT!
MASTERS: NOOOO!!!
DANIELS: CAGE COVERS!
ONE!
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THRE-KICK OUT!
DANIELS: BAH GAWD! HE KICKED OUT! TIMMONS KICKED OUT OF THE STRYKER DRIVER!
MASTERS: HE DID!? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!
DANIELS: Neither can I.. neither can these fans.. and neither can the X-Champion! Cage looks like he's seen a ghost!
Cage sits up in the center of the ring, his eyes almost bulging out of his now-blood-soaked head. He crawls over to the "safety" ropes, and slides out of the ring, before heading under the apron again.
DANIELS: Cage heading under the ring again, looking for SOMETHING to finally put Tim Timmons away!
Cage rummages around for quite a while the camera remaining on the opposite side of the ring, but when he finally re-emerges, the fans able to see what he has become hysterical.
MASTERS: What is it!?
Cage lifts the object up, and slides it under the ropes into the ring.
MASTERS: What..is that..
The camera zooms in on the object as Cage gets into the ring and starts to set it up.
DANIELS: Oh my God...
MASTERS: Bloody hell!
DANIELS: A glass table, wrapped in barbed wire!? These two are gonna kill themselves!!!
The crowd is going nuts as Cage lines the table up next to the "safety" ropes. He heads over to Timmons, who is just getting back to his feet, and clocks him twice in the head. Cage then leads Tim over to one of the turnbuckles connected to the "safety" ropes. Cage grabs Tim by the head, and shoves his forehead right into one of the "walls" of barbed wire. Tim cries out in pain once again as the wire tears at his already broken skin, Cage grinding him in for a good few seconds before spinning Tim into the corner, and full on slapping him across the face.
DANIELS: Oh my GOD! I think Timmons just spat blood all over the front row!
Cage moves the table so it's angled just in front of Tim, then hoists his opponent up onto the turnbuckle.
DANIELS: Oh man, what's Cage thinking here?
MASTERS: Someone stop him! This is way too far!!!
Cage climbs up after Tim, and hits him with a couple of fists to the head. Both men now stand on the top rope, and Cage wraps an arm round Timmons' neck.
DANIELS: Cage is going for a superplex! For the love of God, we're gonna need some serious help out here if he hits this!
Tim trys to fight back, clubbing Cage in his busted-up back. He frees himself from the headlock, and both men now stand dangerously balanced on the top of the turnbuckle. They trade blows, until Tim shocks Cage with a headbutt, causing the champ to lose his balance, and sack-jack himself on the top "safety" rope.
DANIELS: OH MY! Not a good landing for Cage Stryker!
Cage teeters for a moment, then flops down in to the ring. However, his foot gets caught, causing him to twist, and leaving him hanging upside down in the tree of woe position.
DANIELS: And that might be an even worse one!
Cage flails around, desperately trying to free himself. Tim steadies himself on the top rope.. and jumps off, hitting Cage with a big knee drop to the head. Timmons rolls the landing, while Cage hangs there completely motionless, obviously unconscious. Tim unhooks Cage, and drops him down to the mat, before making the cover.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO! CAGE KICKS OUT AGAIN!
DANIELS: Good lord! I thought he might not be able to breathe again, let alone kick out!
Timmons beats the mat repeatedly with his fist, his frustration boiling over. He take a look around, his gaze finally falling on the table, still standing ominously right next to him.
MASTERS: I think Tim has a plan..
Tim gets to his feet, and grabs the table. He drags it over to the other "safety" turnbuckle, and props it up vertically against it.
DANIELS: What on earth is he thinking?
Tim then heads back over to Cage, and drags him over to the table. Tim hauls Cage up, and shoves him up against the table, although not so hard as to break it. Cage recoils slightly at the feeling of the barbs sticking into him, as Timmons steps back towards the opposing corner. Timmons charges..
SSSSSMMMMMAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!
DANIELS: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! A SPEAR! RIGHT THROUGH THAT GLASS TABLE!
MASTERS: WHAT AN IDIOT!!!
DANIELS: BOTH MEN MUST BE CUT TO RIBBONS!
Cage flops to the floor amid a hail of broken glass. Timmons bounces back and round into the "safety" ropes, and flops to the floor, lying half in and half out of the ring. The referee surveys the carnage, his head in his hands, and begins to count.
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Tim finally starts to stir, rolling onto his back, still halfway out of the ring.
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Tim, now fully in the ring, starts to push himself up.
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Suddenly, Timmons darts over to Cage and rolls him over, looking for the cover.
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THRE-NO! KICK OUT!
DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE!?
Timmons is inconsolable by this point, almost tearing his hair out in frustration. He staggers to his feet, and picks up the chair again. He drops it in the center of the ring, and hauls Cage to his feet once more. Tim whips Cage off the "safety" ropes.. and scoops him up, holding him upside down in front of him.
DANIELS: T-CRUSHER!
Tim turns to face the chair, but as he tries to re-adjust Cage's position, Cage manages to wriggle free, landing just behind Timmons. Tim turns round..
DANIELS: STRYKER DRIVER!
*THUD!*
DANIELS: HE HITS IT! SECOND TIME! COVER!
ONE!
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*DING DING DING!*
DANIELS: YES! FINALLY! MERCIFULLY! IT'S OVER!
Cage rolls off the defeated Timmons, utterly exhausted, as "The Pretender" returns to the sound system. Both men's faces are covered in blood, as are much of their bodies, as well as the ring itself.
TOWERS: The winner of this match.. and STILL CZW X-CHAMPION.. CCCCCAAAAAGGGGGEEEEE SSSSSTTTTTRRRRRYYYYYKKKKKEEEEERRRRR!!!!!
The crowd is on their feet in recognition of the sheer effort put in by both competitors, as the referee steps up and hands Cage his title belt. Cage props himself up against the "safety" ropes, and clutches the belt to his chest as the referee raises his hand in victory.
DANIELS: Another gruelling, bloody battle for the X-Champion, but once again Cage Stryker pulls off a victory, and continues on his quest to become the third great legacy of the CZW X-Division!
MASTERS: Look at poor Tim! He may never be the same again!
DANIELS: Timmons once again coming up short in his attempts to become the X-Champion.. but hey, take nothing away from this kid, I may not like him, but he gave it his all tonight, ain't no shame in losing to a man as good as Cage Stryker!
Suddenly, "The Pretender" fades out.
DANIELS: Huh? What's going on here?
Everyone looks around confused, when suddenly, "Won't Back Down" by Fuel hits the sound system.
DANIELS: What? Hey, that's Mike King! "The Phoenix!"
MASTERS: Oh great, what does HE want!?
Mike steps out to a typically warm reception from the CZW fans, a smile on his face and a microphone in his hand. He strolls down the ramp, dressed in his usual ring attire, with the addition of a plain black sleeveless t-shirt. He climbs into the ring, and turns to face Cage Stryker, who still appears unsure what to make of this latest development. The music fades, and Mike raises the microphone to his lips.
MIKE KING: Hey Cage, I just wanted to come out and personally congratulate you on your latest victory. Holy shit, that was honestly one of the most amazing matches I've ever seen..
Mike turns to the fans.
MIKE KING: ..AM I RIGHT!?
The crowd cheers in agreement, Mike King miming applause as Cage gets back to his feet.
MIKE KING: Hopefully some day I can feel that feeling your feeling right now and taste some X-Division gold myself, but for now.. enjoy man, you deserve it!
Mike extends his hand to Cage, who - although still a little confused by Mike's presence - accepts and shakes. Mike turns round, and spots Timmons slowly getting back to his feet as well.
MIKE KING: Tim, don't feel bad man. I know you lost this time.. again.. but some day it's gotta be your turn, right?
Tim just stares blankly at King, who turns back to face Cage.
MIKE KING: Anyway, I just wanted to come out here and personally congratulate you two gentlemen on another fine contest, definitely one of the best matches this company has ever seen!
The crowd applauds in agreement, as Mike heads over to the ropes.
DANIELS: Well, that was.. interesting..
MASTERS: Who bloody cares what he thinks? Stop wasting our time and get back in your hole, Mike King!
King steps halfway through the ropes.. but then suddenly stops, and steps back into the ring.
MIKE KING: Oh yeah, I almost forgot! There was something else I wanted to say to you, Cage..
Suddenly, Mike kicks Cage in the stomach, grabs him in a headlock, hooks the leg, and lifts him up, driving him back down with the King Krash!
DANIELS: WHAT THE HELL!? MIKE KING JUST NAILED CAGE WITH THE KING KRASH!
The crowd is booing ferociously as Mike gets back to his feet. He turns to face Tim, who has a huge grin on his face, and tears off a patch on the front of his shirt to reveal.. a Next Generation logo!
DANIELS: WHAT!?
MASTERS: YES!!!
DANIELS: MIKE KING IS THE NEW MEMBER OF THE NEXT GENERATION!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
Mike and Tim shake hands, and then begin a double stomp-down on the helpless Cage Stryker.
DANIELS: DAMMIT, COME ON! THERE'S NO NEED FOR THIS!
MASTERS: This is obviously to teach Cage a lesson for all those times he attacked Timmons from behind!
DANIELS: Are you actually insane!?
MASTERS: Me? YOU'RE the one denying it!
DANIELS: I..
After stomping the crap out of Cage, Tim instructs Mike to pick the X-Champion up. Mike obliges, and then shoves Cage towards Timmons. Tim scoops Cage up.. and hits a devastating T-Crusher, Stryker crumpling to the floor. Tim gets up, and he and Mike stand triumphantly over the fallen X-Champion.
DANIELS: This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting! That Timmons is possibly the WORST loser I have ever.. WAIT A MINUTE!
The crowd suddenly explodes into wild cheers, as another CZW superstar comes out from the back and charges down the ramp.
MASTERS: Oh no..
DANIELS: IT'S EL PABLO! THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR!
EP sprints down the ramp, and slides into the ring.. just as Mike and Tim slide past him in the other direction. EP leaps back to his feet, the barbed-wire chair in his hand, and launches it out of the ring towards the Next Generation, who jump backwards just out of range.
DANIELS: EP HAS COME OUT TO SAVE CAGE, AND WHAT A SURPRISE, THE NEXT GENERATION HIGH-TAILS IT OUT OF HERE!
MASTERS: Well of course they bloody did, El Pablo has no business being out here!
Tim and Mike make their way backwards up the ramp, laughing at El Pablo who stands in the ring, motioning for them to come and fight. "I Stand Alone" hits the sound system as Tim and Mike retreat through the curtain, while EP turns and tends to the motionless Cage Stryker.
DANIELS: It's a DAMN shame that such a fantastic match had to end with scenes like this!
MASTERS: I know, that bloody mouse.. squirrel.. thing!
DANIELS: I'm talking about Mike King aligning himself with the Next Generation, and he and Tim decimating a man who should be celebrating another successful X-Title defence!
MASTERS: He doesn't look so successful now, does he? HAHA!
*****-----*****
CZW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE SLEDGEHAMMER UP A LADDER MATCH
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From high above the ring, a sledgehammer slowly lowers on a length of cable, coming to rest 15 feet above the canvas. Shortly thereafter, “Symphony of Destruction” blares out suddenly from the PA system, a good portion of the Fairbanks crowd erupting into a loud chorus of cheers. Several moments pass until Maynard O’Toole emerges from the entranceway, staring out intensely as pyros erupt around him.
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a ‘Sledgehammer up a Ladder’ match, and it is for the CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!! Making his way to the ring first, the challenger, from Fayetteville, North Carolina, he is ‘the OGT,’ MAYNARD…O’TOOLE!!”
With a heated glare in his eyes, O’Toole proceeds down to ringside, moving up the ring-steps and stepping through the ropes. He heads up to the middle rope, raising his fists with an intense look on his face, and then gesturing to the hanging hammer. He steps down, standing right beneath the weapon, looking up at it with a determined look on his face. His music fades and there is a lingering moment of silence. Then, the lights dim across the arena and moments of silence pass, building the CZW fans' anticipation. Like the force of a thousand cannons, the heavy riffs of Nine Inch Nail's song "Last" obliterate the silence. Floors tremble and fans unite with excitement. Across the videotron, a single name emerges from images of war and chaos -- MARSHAM.
Towers: “And his opponent, from Fort Wayne, Indiana, the CZW Intercontinental Champion, ‘the Epitome of Technical Finesse,’ JUSTIN…MARSHAM!!”
Dark curtains part and The Epitome of Technical Finesse, Justin Marsham, appears. Bright blue and white lights shift from the entrance -- illuminating Marsham's chiseled frame. Azure eyes peer out across the sea of CZW fans from behind his protective mask, allowing the fans' reactions to wash over him. Black pants, ornamented with yellow-colored designs, shift as he proceeds towards the squared circle, his Intercontinental Title belt secured around his waist. He slides in beneath the bottom rope unhindered and stands, staring daggers through his opponent. Marsham removes his title, holding it aloft for a long moment before passing it to referee Darren Powers, who holds it high for the fans to see, displaying the prize of the contest. He passes the belt to the ring staff, and then signals the start of the match!
*ding-ding!*
Daniels: “And here we go, yet another grudge match here at CZW Pandemonium, ‘the Epitome of Technical Finesse’ taking on ‘the OGT!’ Both men pacing around eachother now, exchanging looks of pure hatred. It was two weeks ago that O’Toole positively shattered Marsham’s nose with that sledgehammer. Just last week in Anchorage, where this very match was originally supposed to take place, Marsham assaulted O’Toole in the locker room, and very nearly delivered a shot that could’ve ended Maynard’s CAREER. Both men still locked in a staredown and…they both charge! Technical finesse just went out the window as these two crash to the mat, throwing fists! O’Toole ends up over Marsham, his hands wrapped around his throat, strangling the man! Marsham struggling, but he is definitely outmatched in terms of raw power here! Marsham with a thumb to the eye out of desperation!”
Masters: “Good move there by Marsham! Maybe not the prettiest move in his arsenal, but it’s a failsafe escape plan! Marsham to his feet first and he delivers a swift kick to Maynard’s ribs! Remember that sledgehammer shot last week, Daniels? O’Toole can’t be 100% after that assault and Marsham is going to exploit that potential injury, showing exactly why he’s a champion!”
Daniels: “Because he blindsided his opponent in the back? That’s a champion, all right. Marsham hammering on the ribs of O’Toole, now scooping him off his feet and driving him down with a side back-breaker! Marsham quickly transitioning into a body-scissors, wasting absolutely no time in trying to wear out ‘the OGT!’ You can’t fault his strategy here; Maynard is exponentially more dangerous when he has a vertical base!”
Masters: “Marsham is definitely exactly what he claims to be, and that is a technical master! Look at how quickly he’s floored the former champion! He might make him tap out before anyone even makes a play for the hammer!”
Daniels: “The possibility exists, but it doesn’t look like Maynard has any intention of giving up yet! In fact, Maynard has twisted himself in the hold, hovering over Marsham! OW!! Maynard with a huge right hand right to the protective mask of Justin Marsham! And in an instant, the submission hold is as broken as Marsham’s nose!”
Masters: “That’s not funny, Jarred! Marsham is legitimately injured! That was a cheap shot!”
Daniels: “It may not be the prettiest move in his arsenal, but it’s a failsafe-“
Masters: “Just shut it!”
Daniels: “Maynard now standing, one hand on his ribs as he pulls Marsham up by the hair with the other. O’Toole whips Marsham into the corner and follows in with a HUGE clothesline! That nearly sent ‘the Epitome of Technical Finesse’ right over the ropes! Maynard with a European uppercut! And a second!! And a third!! O’Toole now tucks Marsham’s head under his arm and runs out of the corner…BULLDOG!! Marsham taken down face-first! O’Toole getting to his feet, looking down at his opponent…and then up to the hanging sledgehammer! Maynard to the outside of the ring now, picking up the ladder from the floor! He slides the massive ladder into the ring and-MARSHAM!! BASEBALL SLIDE INTO THE LADDER!! He kicked it right into Maynard!!”
Masters: “The ring presence of this man is completely astounding! He saw the window of opportunity and he seized it, and Maynard O’Toole is paying the price! Marsham to the outside, picking O’Toole up from the floor and whipping him into the steel steps!!”
*CRAAAASH!!*
Daniels: “Good LORD, the impact as Maynard is driven into the unforgiving steel! Marsham now stalking his prey, driving his foot into the injured mid-section with those absolutely LETHAL kicks! Marsham pulling Maynard to his feet, rolling him into the ring. He climbs the apron, measuring O’Toole, waiting for him to work his way to his feet. O’Toole turns…AIR MARSHAM!! Springboard clothesline from the apron and Maynard is taken off his feet once again!”
Masters: “Marsham is making an example out of Maynard right now. He’s got the challenger down and now he’s looking to set up the ladder! He’s going to get that sledgehammer and beat Maynard O’Toole within an inch of his life right there in the ring!”
Daniels: “Marsham now setting up the ladder, making sure that it’s stable before beginning his ascent. O’Toole stirring now, dragging himself up the ladder right behind Marsham…Maynard with a burst of speed! He moves under Marsham…ELECTRIC CHAIR!! MARSHAM AND O’TOOLE CRASH TO THE MAT!!”
Masters: “The fans here love it, but I can’t say I share their sentiments! Maynard just spent the rest of his energy in that desperation move, and I daresay he’s just delayed the inevitable!”
Daniels: “You can’t count Maynard out. He IS the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion in CZW history, AND a former World Heavyweight Champion!”
Masters: “You’re talking about the past, Jarred. Justin Marsham is the FUTURE!”
Daniels: “Both men stirring now, Marsham pulling himself up in the corner and O’Toole using the ladder as leverage once again. It looks like Marsham makes it up first and he makes his move, charging at O’Toole. Maynard is ready for him, lifting the champion up in a press-slam…COLD AND UGLY!!”
Masters: “Your mother? Where!?”
Daniels: “NO, you dolt! Maynard O’Toole catches Marsham with the Cold and Ugly, spearing him INTO the standing ladder! Marsham has been driven onto the ladder, not to mention having O’Toole roll right over him! The champion is down and that could be the beginning of the end for ‘the Epitome of Technical Finesse!’ O’Toole is up and he looks to be getting a surge of energy! He pulls Marsham out of the wreckage of the ladder and shoulders him…DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! Marsham is unmoving now as Maynard stands up, soaking in the reaction from the crowd! Now it looks as if ‘the OGT’ is after a new ladder out here at ringside!”
Masters: “Yes, because I rather doubt the one in the ring right now will be of any use besides scrap! I’m fairly sure I saw bolts pop loose from that impact! Marsham could be seriously injured! We should maybe postpone this match until we’re sure he’s okay…”
Daniels: “Am I really hearing this? Maynard now setting up the new ladder in the ring, the Fairbanks crowd urging him on! O’Toole is at the top, it’s just a question of getting that sledgehammer down and then he can-wait, Marsham now on the move! He dropkicks the ladder!! OH MY GOD!! O’TOOLE CRASHES TO THE MAT!! I think he landed right on his knee!!”
Masters: “It’s okay, Marsham looks fit to continue!”
Daniels: “Well Maynard may have severely injured his right knee in that fall! You can see him actually grasping ABOVE the knee, favoring his right quadracep!! Now Marsham is making haste in setting the ladder back up! The Intercontinental Champion climbing the ladder now! Maynard is still writhing in pain on the mat, unable to even stand!”
Masters: “He’s got it!! MARSHAM HAS THE HAMMER!!”
Daniels: “The champion now with the sledgehammer, looking down at the challenger with a predatory expression on his face!! Marsham slowly climbing back down, stalking O’Toole with that sledge! O’Toole struggling to get to his feet, or maybe I should say foot! He is putting absolutely no weight on that injured leg! Maynard turns and Marsham charges, swinging the sledge!!”
Masters: “NO WAY!!”
Daniels: “O’Toole with a drop toe-hold!! HE LOCKS IN THE UNDERTOW!! Maynard O’Toole locking in the Undertow, wrenching back with all his might, fighting his own pain as well!! Marsham is frantically reaching for the ropes, but they might as well be miles away!! The champion is stuck and now-Oh no! He’s got ahold of that sledgehammer!! OH!! What sickening impact as he drives the hammer to the top of Maynard’s skull, breaking the hold!!”
Masters: “Infallible logic there by the champion!! He couldn’t reach the ropes so he went for the next best option! Actually, that might’ve even been THE best option, because now O’Toole is seeing stars!!”
Daniels: “Marsham getting to his feet, O’Toole up to his knees now, his forehead busted open from that shot with the hammer!! Marsham with the sledgehammer raised overhead!! NO!! O’Toole with a lunging lariat!! The crowd here behind O’Toole all the way as he fights through what may be a career-shortening injury! O’Toole to his feet now, using the ropes to keep his balance, and Marsham gets to a vertical base with a dazed look in his eyes! He turns and Maynard lifts him in a fireman’s carry!! WE COULD SEE THE THIRD EYE!! Oh, no! Maynard couldn’t support the weight with his bad leg! O’Toole falls to a knee and Marsham drops down behind!”
Masters: “Marsham quick on the counter now, grabbing O’Toole’s arms and...STRAIGHT-JACKET LUNGBLOWER!! Driving both knees into the back!! Think about it, Daniels, Marsham has dismantled O’Toole between his focus on the battered ribs at the beginning of the match, he’s busted him open with that sledgehammer, and probably CRIPPLED him after knocking him off the ladder! And now Marsham once again has the hammer!”
Daniels: “Marsham has evil intentions now, rearing back with that hammer! He’s going to take his head clean off!! Wait, he changes his grip and-OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NO!! Marsham drives the head of that sledge hammer right into O’Toole’s injured leg!!”
Masters: “Strike that, Daniels. He’s DEFINITELY crippled him!!”
Daniels: “That’s a vile attack if ever I saw one! But once was apparently not enough for Marsham!! He drives the hammer home a second time! And a third!! O’Toole is in complete and utter agony right now! Marsham tosses the hammer aside and grabs the leg…oh, no! This could be it!! EXECUTIONER’S SONG!!!”
Masters: “He’s going to make O’Toole cry for mercy!!”
Daniels: “Marsham has O’Toole’s wounded leg, torquing back on it as he presses his knee into Maynard’s spine!! O’Toole screaming so loud that the crowd here is shocked into silence, but still he refuses to tap!!”
Masters: “He should be thinking less about this match and more about the rest of his career, not to mention LIFE if he plans on getting around without some sort of walker or wheelchair!!”
Daniels: “Marsham screaming for Maynard to tap, but still O’Toole refuses! Maynard now reaching for the sledge!! It’s almost in his reach!! Almost got it!!”
Daniels: “NO! He couldn’t take it any longer!! Maynard finally submits to the Executioner’s Song!!”
*ding-ding-ding!*
Masters: “Probably the smartest thing he did all match long!”
Daniels: “This is NOT funny, William! Maynard O’Toole looks to be very seriously injured!”
Marsham eventually releases the hold as “Last” begins to play. He stomps away from his adversary, slumping against the ropes. He pulls off the protective mask and glares at O’Toole as medical staff swarm around him, tending to his injury. Marsham is handed his title, gazing at it a moment, holding it high as he directs his angry stare back to the fallen Maynard O’Toole.
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL CZW Intercontinental Champion, ‘the Epitome of Technical Finesse,’ JUSTIN…MARSHAM!!”
Marsham eventually exits the ring, heading up the ramp, walking backwards as he witnesses the results of his handiwork. A stretcher is brought out, the medical staff preparing to load Maynard onto it. Raising his title above him once more, Marsham heads back through the curtain, the fans in attendance giving O’Toole a standing ovation as he is helped from the ring and onto the stretcher.
Daniels: Well, I hope Maynard ends up being okay, he will be going straight to hospital, and this feud may have just ended in a very severe way.
Masters: It was bound to happen, to men with this much hatred for one another.
Daniels: Sometimes you have to risk it all for the Title, and Maynard did that, we wish him all the best. Up next, more Gold on the line, Tag team Gold!
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CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH
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Cameras sweep the audience, capturing all of the crazed fans throwing their signs high into the air and filling the arena with cheers. Excitement builds for the CZW Tag Team Championship match on the horizon. To start it off, the challengers make their way to the ring. Both members of the Cut Throat Thrillers rush to the ring – wanting to make this night as short as possible and end with a pair of new championships. Metallica’s “One” plays loudly.
Jarred Daniels: “There has been a lot of hype surrounding this match. The Cut Throat Thrillers have cut through the competition and won their chance at these titles. Honestly, it’s going to be a hard battle for them considering they are facing the men who retained the titles during that Steel Asylum match last month. Any team that can do that are going to be a challenge.”
William Masters: “I’m surprised at how successful The Cut Throat Thrillers have been. Idolized’ll beat the snot out of them most likely.”
Jarred Daniels: “I don’t know what is so surprising, but there they are.”
William Masters: “—and here come the champs!”
Idolized hit the ring to a loud crowd reaction, though it is uncertain whether it is positive or negative. Finger Eleven’s “Paralyzer” blasts through the speaker system. Both Tyler and Riley throw their hands into the air – embracing their music as it blasts through the speakers. Before the music ends, though, both Razor and Blade assail Tyler and Riley with a series of clubbing forearms.
Jarred Daniels: “One solid shot to Riley’s face! Razor rattles Riley’s skull and there he goes! Razor has just slung him from the ring and now it’s two on one. What a way to start the match! The Cut Throat Thrillers with a double team suplex on Tyler!”
When the move is executed, Razor floats over and applies a side head-lock. Pressure is applied to the side of Tyler’s neck and Razor morphs his hold fluidly into a rear face-lock. He interlaces his fingers beneath Tyler’s chin and rears back. On the ring apron, Riley takes his position at the corner turnbuckle as does Blade.
Fighting to reach the ropes and break the hold, Riley inches towards the bottom rope. His fingers extend and he reaches for the rope!
Jarred Daniels: “Almost there!”
Breaking the hold is Blade – much to the surprise of the fans – as he enters the ring and snaps off a sharp kick into Tyler’s face. Referee Pimper forces Blade back to his corner as Razor collects Tyler; and, from a collar and elbow tie-up, Razor sends Tyler to the ropes. He steps in and accepts Tyler upon the return! One quick and forceful powerslam lays Tyler out and he hooks the outside leg!
One.
TWO!
William Masters: “Tyler kicks out!”
Jarred Daniels: “Razor remains on the offensive and—NO! Jawbreaker via Tyler and a drop-kick lays him out! Here comes Blade!”
William Masters: “Check this out, Jarred! Blade ducks under the clothesline from Tyler and tries to take him down with a DDT, but Tyler isn’t going anywhere. WHAT POWER! Tyler sends Blade sprawling out over the canvas with that massive face-buster!”
Jarred Daniels: “That was more of a throw.”
William Masters: “Look at Blade’s face. He busted his face.”
Reaching for Riley, Tyler tries to tag in his partner, but Razor trips him up. Razor prevents Tyler from tagging in his partner and applies a rear waist lock. Hauling him up overhead with a German Suplex, Razor bridges and applies a pin!
One.
TW—NO!
Riley springs into the ring and splashes down onto the bridged Razor with a senton splash! While the official tries to impose himself between the illegal man and Razor, Idolized forcibly take hold of their opponent. Riley hauls Razor up onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry and Tyler retreats to the ring apron. When Riley turns, Tyler springboards into the ring and executes a swinging neck-breaker onto Razor while Riley drops backwards with a Samoan drop!
Jarred Daniels: “Riley heads back out to the apron and Tyler applies the pin!”
One.
TWO!
THR—NO!
William Masters: “Somehow Razor manages to get a shoulder up!”
It does not take long for Tyler return to his feet, but Razor is having a difficult time. He looks over to his corner and spies Blade poised and ready to enter the ring. However, before Razor can react, Tyler follows up with a running kick to the ribs! The shot forces Razor to slide towards his corner and, inadvertently, tag Blade in. Tyler laughs, pointing at Razor and Blade, and converses in short with Riley. Tyler had attempted to tag out earlier, but he has decided to remain inside.
Once Blade enters, Tyler and he lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up. Tyler is able to step through and torque Blade’s left shoulder with an arm wrench. Blade responds with an aggressive back elbow and snapmares Tyler over his shoulder and follows it up with a dragon sleeper.
Jarred Daniels: “Submission hold is locked on, but this brings in Riley.”
A virulent clothesline is thrown, striking the broadside of Blade’s head, and knocking him clean off of Tyler. Pimper intercepts any further attacks, forcing Riley to return to his corner. Meanwhile, Tyler is able to secure front face lock and wear Blade down onto the mat.
William Masters: “Tyler and Riley have worked together for some time. Right now, Tyler is wearing Blade down on the canvas. Razor and Blade don’t seem to even be in the league of Idolized. They may have looked good earlier, but now—they’re weak.”
Jarred Daniels: “I don’t even think we should go there. WAIT! Blade is fighting his way back up to a vertical base. Elbow after elbow, he’s rising and—NO! Tyler with a massive knee lift and he takes Blade over with a snap suplex.”
Tyler floats over for a quick cover!
One.
Two.
Razor breaks the pin attempt! This draws Tyler to his feet. Razor meets him with a spinning heel kick. As Tyler falls, Riley darts into the ring and spears Razor to the canvas. All hell breaks loose as Razor and Riley clash and Blade and Tyler collide in opposite corners. Pimper has lost control of this match!
Jarred Daniels: “Complete chaos and Pimper cannot regain control of this match! Wait a minute – this is CZW! A series of lefts and rights and it looks like Riley and Tyler are going to whip their opponents into each other.”
The Irish whip is made, but Blade reverses forcing Riley to be whipped towards Razor. Razor meets him with a clothesline and continues towards Blade. Tyler, realizing the mistake, goes to meet their opponents; and Razor – with a great display of muscle – tosses Blade into the air behind him. Feet collide with Tyler’s face as Blade delivers a missile drop-kick of sorts. Razor goes for the cover.
One.
Two.
Jarred Daniels: “Kick-out!”
William Masters: “What’d I tell you? I expect to see these two get taught what a real wrestling match is.”
Jarred Daniels: “They’re the teachers right now, William.”
William Masters: “Wait for it.”
Jarred Daniels: “Blade’s headed out to ringside and so is Riley! Each one just grabbed a Tag Team Championship belt. Wait—what?! Blade swings that belt and Riley ducks! Riley tosses the belt into the ring and to Tyler! Tyler catches the belt, turns, and BLAM! Razor has been laid out cold with that shot and—OW—ON THE OUTSIDE! Blade just jacked Riley from behind with the belt!”
Tyler collapses on top of Razor inside the ring and Pimper slides down to make the count:
ONE.
TWO!
Jarred Daniels: “THREE! Oh my GOD! Tyler did it! He—wait—no! Blade just dragged Pimper out of the ring! He’s broken the count and here comes Blade. Tyler doesn’t even see him!”
William Masters: “Blade’s got Tyler. He’s pulled him up onto his shoulders in that Reverse Fireman’s Carry! WATCH THIS! Blade turns and there’s his move – THE BONG HIT ONTO THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!!”
Blade makes the cover – but there is no referee to make the count! Blade starts to slam his fist against the canvas repeatedly and the fans count in unison!
One.
TWO.
THREE!
Blade would have this won, but there is still not referee.
Jarred Daniels: “Watch the outside! Here comes Riley and he looks a bit dazed. He’s bleeding from the back of his head and—there’s Razor too! Razor’s got a chair though. Riley—no! Someone get control of this damn match! This is total mayhem!”
William Masters: “No – that’s Total Mayhem!”
Both Ezra and Jakob Mayhem are standing at the top of the stage armed with steel chairs. However, neither man storms the ring – but they simply watch the action going on from afar. Meanwhile, in the ring, Razor sets up a chair and then slaps his hand across the seat. The metal resounds with a loud smack as Blade positions Tyler for a powerbomb. Blade never sees Riley’s approach!
Jarred Daniels: “Riley with a neck-breaker! Tyler’s free, but Razor leaps up off that chair and takes him down with a flying head-scissors! We’ve seen some fast action, but I think we’re only seeing the start of it. Razor returns to his feet and into Riley’s clutches! DDT! NO! DDT into Blade’s stomach! WHAT THE HELL?!!? Riley just drove Razor’s skull into Blade’s gut!”
William Masters: “Riley’s got the cover over both Cut Throat Thrillers!”
Jarred Daniels: “Here comes Pimper!”
ONE!
-
-
TWO!
-
-
THR—NO! Both force their shoulders up to break the pin count!”
Jarred Daniels: “The end of this match may be coming soon. Riley pulls Razor back up and snapmares him over!”
Springing up off the canvas and to the middle rope, Tyler moonsaults backwards and lands across Razor! He hooks the outside leg! Riley intercepts Blade and it looks like the end is near!
One.
TWO!
Jarred Daniels: “Again! AGAIN Razor gets a shoulder up! --and here he goes! Small package on Riley! Razor may have it!”
ONE.
TWO!
THR—NO!
William Masters: “Riley completes the rotation and breaks free from the pinning predicament. That’s not going to matter much. Here comes Tyler and he’s—yep! He’s putting Razor up into an Electric Chair shoulder mount. We could see the Limo Wreck right here!”
Jarred Daniels: “Riley’s headed to the turnbuckle. It’s all coming together and—LOW BLOW! Tyler just got his balls busted by Blade! Razor falls off the shoulders and into the ropes. Riley falls and is crotched on the top turnbuckle! Good LORD! Blade leaps up those ropes like a cat!”
Hurricarana! Riley is thrown from the top turnbuckle and hurled across the ring by that simple maneuver! While this occurs, Razor preps Tyler for a power-bomb. A pair of clubbing forearms keep Tyler from escaping long enough for Riley to approach. Hauled into the air, Tyler finds himself victimized by a powerbomb-neckbreaker combination across the upright steel chair!
Both Razor and Blade lay across Tyler for the pin!
ONE!
Jarred Daniels: “TWO!”
THREE!
William Masters: “BROKEN! How many rotations was that?! Riley out of nowhere with a corkscrew 360 backsplash onto that heap of people to break the count! DEAR LORD!”
Crushed beneath Riley’s weight and the weight of Blade, Razor is rendered unconscious. This allows Riley – once he collects himself – to have his way with Blade. He moves fluidly into position and attempts to execute the Riley Stinger onto Blade!
Jarred Daniels: “SUCCESS! Riley with the Stinger and he goes for a cover! There’s no one to break the count!”
One.
TWO.
THREE!
William Masters: “That’s it! THREE!!!”
Jarred Daniels: “Idolized are being awarded their belts and—WOAH! Here comes Total Mayhem and they’re bringing chairs!”
William Masters: “These guys just stood up there and watched almost the entire match without involving themselves—and now they’re going to involve themselves! Here they come and Riley and Tyler are ready for them!”
Both Ezra and Jakob Mayhem slide into the ring and go face-to-face with the Tag Team Champions. Neither team will back down. The stand-off happens for quite some time before Total Mayhem collectively hand off their chairs to Riley and Tyler respectively. Fans observe in confusion as Total Mayhem instruct the tag team champions to hit them with the chairs!
Jarred Daniels: “What the Hell is going on here?! Riley and Tyler are now just beating the snot out of Total Mayhem! Those chairs are denting around the crowns of Total Mayhem’s heads and—YEAH—Holy Hell look at that blood flow! Total Mayhem have been busted open and laid out cold by these Tag Team Champions!”
William Masters: “—but it was at their own hands, really. Total Mayhem just asked for that beating!”
Jarred Daniels: Unusual, and this team has been acting very strange for a few weeks now. Anyway, bad luck for the Cut Throat thrillers, what an impact they have made in the Combat Zone, and so so close tonight.
William Masters: They just couldn’t get the job done when it mattered the most, Jarred.
Jarred Daniels: And speaking of a time that matters, how much does this match matter, depending on the result, our Main Event could change drastically, as the man who gets the pinfall get the World Title shot here tonight.
*****-----*****
3 ON 2 HANDICAP MATCH
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Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall. The rules of this contest are as followed, this is a two on three handicap match, only one person from each team in the ring at one time, the superstar who gets the winning pinfall or submission qualifies as the third member of the Main Event Triple Threat match for the CZW World Heavyweight Title.
Daniels: Thank goodness for Derek Damage, if it wasn’t for him, this match would not be taking place, it would instead be Karl Jackson cruising through into the main event.
Masters: And what exactly would be the problem with that Jarred? Karl has spent two months now nursing an injury our ‘oh so fabulous’ World Champion caused by construing the attack. He deserves a little bit of redemption, and he deserves a shot at the Title.
Daniels: Well I just see it being more fair that a few others get the opportunity, rather than just coming back from injury and being placed into a Main Event by his boss, Jesse Montana.
Masters: And you think these two having to compete in a Handicap match against these insane stunt artists is really fair, Jarred? Karl may not even be one hundred percent, and Jesse Montana is our General Manager, not one of Derek’s little puppets.
Daniels: As much as you hate it William, and Jesse Montana, Derek Damage is back in CZW and is in charge as a Board of Director member, and his son is our President.
Masters: It’s a sad World we live in.
Daniels: Well I hope the fans at home aren’t as depressed a you William, I can bet their not because there about to witness a climax to a feud which has lasted over a year, it’s XTC, it’s Montana, and I spoke to the three XTC guys before this match, they want to not only win this match, they want to beat the hell out of Montana here tonight.
Masters: So you and your little buddies were hanging around backstage spewing your little hate messages about Jesse Montana, I hope you enjoyed it Jarred, because after tonight, these savages will not only have to bow down to Montana, they will have to call either him or Karl Jackson there new World Champion.
Daniels: Of course only one man in this match can get the pinfall, I wonder if that will cause problems within both teams.
Masters: Karl and Jesse are as solid as rocks, and I am sure Karl will step aside if our General Manager wants to gain the victory.
Daniels: Oh yeah and pigs can fly…
Masters: Pigs can fly Jarred, didn’t your two sisters travel to Morocco not that long ago…
Daniels: Wow, I never thought it would be possible, but William, you have actually just become an even bigger ass than you already were. And I know one thing, Montana can try his hardest to disrupt the mood within camp XTC, but they have gone for longer than a year now, and Montana is wasting his time to try and end this group of superstars.
Masters: He is not trying to destroy them, he is a fair man and if these bloody Damage’s would give him half the chance, he would get CZW into the top position, as the greatest Wrestling federation in History.
Daniels: I can’t deny CZW could very well get there, William, but Montana has always been a selfish and destructive character, just look at how he treats women…
Masters: Look you swallow of lard, you have no idea how to treat a woman, if you did, then you wouldn’t still be a virgin would you.
Daniels: …
‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ begins to play as the lights switch to pure darkness, the bells sound however the sound of angry and disapproving fans is louder as they echo their abuse throughout the arena, knowing Montana is on his way out.
Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 231 lbs…he is our General Manager…The Sensation…JESSE MONTANA! And his partner…he hails from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, and weighs in at 235 lbs…The Jackal…KARL JACKSON!
Montana walks out alongside his partner, Karl Jackson. The pair irate the fans by raising their arms in the air, and then walks slowly down the ramp, both men avoiding any contact with the fans as though they have plague. Karl enters the ring first as he spins around in circles, his first match back since Road to Glory. Montana now enters as he poses, fireworks blasting off. The fans kick into life suddenly though as…
Rebel Rebel begins to play.
Towers: And their opponents…at a combined weight of 634 lbs…the Team of XTC…MIKE MONROE…KRIMZON BLAZE & EL PABLO!!!!!!!!!
The fans roar with excitement as all three men run out, crowding the stage like rock stars as the reception is the same. All three men now run down the ramp, El Pablo stopping to give one of the fans a mask, revealing another mask under the one he already had. Mike and Krimzon leap over the ropes and walk straight up to Montana and Karl, looking confident as they now climb the corners. El Pablo now vaults over the ropes as he climbs the ropes too, fireworks blasting off for the XTC team.
Masters: This place has just exploded Jarred, can’t these people calm down, they will get bloody blood clots soon!
Daniels: It’s a special time when XYC come out, the appreciation these fans have for them is amazing. They find themselves against two of the most devious and violent men in CZW though, the evil genius Montana and the Most Dangerous man, Karl Jackson. It looks as though we are ready quickly to start this one, the fans are ready, so are we, the man who gets the pinfall getting a chance of a lifetime here tonight.
*DING DING*
- Montana almost orders Karl to be the first man inside the ring as XTC all group together, collectively agreeing that Krimzon Blaze should start the contest. The fans begin to chant for Blaze and the XTC group as Karl circles around him, licking his lips, his eyes coldly locked upon his opponent. Karl goes to lock up as Blaze sidesteps him, being the quicker man and aggressively kicks Karl in the shin with strong kick. Karl shakes it off as he carries on, still a smile on his face. He locks up again but Blaze does a forward roll avoiding Karl once again, Karl now frustrated as he lunges towards Blaze who jumps up and over Karl…The Jackal turning around…BUT GETS HIT IN THE FACE WITH THE PELE KICK!
Daniels: My goodness me, these men have fought numerous times throughout their careers, but Blaze has ell and truly got Karl scouted here.
Masters: He may be the quicker competitor as we saw there, and he may get a few odd lucky shots on Karl, but in the end, Karl is like a technical wizard inside that ring.
Daniels: he maybe a technical master, but he needs to keep his temper in check, and Blaze can spot his aggression, and plays on it perfectly with those fast movements. The fans certainly loved that Pele Kick, and now Blaze is on the attack.
- Blaze helps Karl to his feet who is holding his head, Blaze begins to hit a few right hands knocking Karl back into the corner. Blaze now charges towards him as Karl doesn’t dodge, but instead throws Blaze over his shoulders, believing Blaze to be crashing into the turnbuckle post. However, Blaze manages to keep his balance and land feet first on the top rope amazingly, Karl with another grin on his face turns around only to be hit with the WHISPER IN THE WIND!
Daniels: Karl was outsmarted again there, and Blaze gets another big attack on his former rival.
Masters: Karl was hardly outsmarted, Jarred, Blaze is just throwing his body around, sooner or later one of those maneuvers will go wrong and Karl will pick apart on his injuries.
Daniels: Speaking of injuries, do you think Karl maybe still riddled with them in this match, I mean the guy had a damaged collar bone, he had a mild skull fracture for goodness sake.
Masters: And he is still competing with the best of them, that is how passionate this Jackal really is.
- The fans are loudly chanting for Blaze now who goes to get the cover, the fans quite down as they look around, El Pablo and Mike Monroe not seeming to make any emotions whatsoever. Jesse Montana however is grimacing and bouncing up and down on the apron, the referee drops for the count though but Karl kicks out quickly after the first count. Krimzon stands back to his feet as Karl isn’t far behind him. Krimzon dropkicks the kneecap of Karl in his left leg, then runs off towards the ropes again as he rebounds towards Karl, who now quickly stands up and snaps with a Overhead Belly to Back suplex, the impact like a catapult, Blaze landing hard on the canvas.
Masters: And there you go Jarred, I know what I am talking about, there is only so much running and springing around the ring you can do, sooner or later a predator like Jackson will catch the prey and hurt him.
Daniels: This match may have just turned around with that one move, very impressive, can the Jackal work on this advantage now though?
- Karl gets back to his feet holding his head again, the previous concussions he has received weighing on him. Karl begins to stomp down on the limbs of Blaze, picking him apart as Blaze screams out in pain. Karl sits down and locks in a modified sleeper hold, more like a choke as he grapevines his legs around the waist of Blaze. The fans and his team mates will him on as he tries to escape, but the weight and power of Karl seems too much, Blaze now stuck in the middle of the ring with no where to go.
Masters: And if Karl gets the submission here Jarred, he gets the win, and he gets the World Title match later tonight.
Daniels: And I look around, it seems as though the most distressed man within the arena is Jesse Montana, he doesn’t look as though he wants Karl to get the win here anymore than he wants Blaze or Pablo or Monroe to get the win.
Masters: Your wrong Jarred, firstly Montana has always wanted his protégé Karl Jackson to get that World Title, and also, he is certainly not the most distressed man, look at the hotdog guy we have for tonight, he looks like he has been feeding on those hotdogs his whole life, while sprinting a marathon.
Daniels: Yeah, I think we may need help for him.
- Karl has still got the move locked in as Blaze seems to be slipping into unconsciousness. Blaze has his thousands of fans behind him, also XTC who are on the apron, but he cannot seem to escape the strangle-like hold of the Jackal. Karl begins to apply extra pressure, as eventually Blaze seems to make some kind of movement. Blaze knows that he has to escape now or he never will as he starts to throw out his elbows, hitting Karl in the ribs as he is forced to release the hold. Blaze rolls out of dodge but Karl quickly stands to his feet and pulls him back into the center of the ring. Karl now elbows Blaze right down on the spine, keeping him restricted from his partners. Karl begins to kick Blaze, cocky prods to the ribs as he rolls towards Jesse Montana, who now seems to be begging to get the tag in, his tongue swirling across his mouth, his eyes lighting up. Karl nods as he holds out his hand, Jesse slapping it with enthusiasm as he climbs inside the ring, ordering Karl to hold Blaze up as Montana now kicks Blaze right in the ribs.
Daniels: I have never seen a man so anxious to get the tag in, I wonder if it is tactics, how he wants the tag now Karl has begun to destroy Krimzon.
Masters: It’s called team work, Jarred, I know you and XTC have no idea of team work, I feel like I am single handedly dragging you along each and every week on this commentary table.
Daniels: XTC don’t know about team work? They are the longest running group in CZW history!
- Montana is like a vicious scavenger now as he begins to stomp down Blaze in the corner, then uses his boot to strangle him. Montana releases now picking Blaze up who fights back with right hands, Montana stumbles as the fans begin to cheer Blaze on. Montana ducks one of the rights though as he catches Blaze from behind and drops him down with a side suplex, almost dropping Krimzon Blaze right on the back of his head. Montana gets back to his knees as he stays in that position, one hand on Blaze’s head as he looks towards his adversaries with a smile on his face. Blaze though suddenly kips up as Montana stands to his feet looking shocked. Jesse fires out a right, but is blocked as Blaze now fights back with rights of his own again, Montana fights back but Blaze ducks his right hand, and now jumps up for a dropkick, hitting a moonsault off the chest of Montana as the General Manager flops back into the ropes, bounces off as Blaze catches him up on his shoulders…
Daniels: Blaze…BLAZE HAS HIM…KODE OF SILENCE…
Masters: AHHHHH JESSE…
Daniels: No…that swine…Karl Jackson interferes as Montana drops off the shoulders and rolls out of dodge, Jackal with a chop block or should I say an illegal chop block.
Masters: He was just helping out his partner Jarred, once again, TEAM WORK!
- The referee ushers Jackal out of the ring as Mike and El Pablo goes frantic on the apron. Meanwhile, Montana takes advantage of the situation as he sneaks behind Blaze and then hit’s…
THE MONTANA BAY!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: No surely not like this!
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Masters: That cheating little slug, Montana was about to win this match fairly and Monroe had to get himself involved!
Daniels: Oh call the police why don’t you, My God William, you didn’t exactly say any of that when Karl got involved did you?! And speaking of Karl, look at him grinning, are you sure he wants his boss to win this match, William?
Masters: Of course he does, are you questioning Karl’s alliance with Montana? They are closer than you can imagine…
Daniels: I wouldn’t really like to imagine how ‘close’ these men get in there spare time.
- Montana goes furious as he grabs the referee telling him to do something. Meanwhile Krimzon Blaze makes his way back to his feet as Montana turns around…360 SPINNING HEEL KICK!
Masters: AHHH MONTANA’S BEAUTIFUL FACE!
Daniels: Okay William, I think you maybe taking this obsession you have with Montana a little too far now.
- The fans will Krimzon on now to get a tag in, Montana already crawling towards Jackal who not surprisingly, yet again wants to enter the ring. Blaze is close now, Monroe and Pablo both dying to get inside the ring. Blaze dives up and with one last effort tags in…MIKE MONROE!
Daniels: The Misfit enters the ring here now and the crowd have electrified the arena again.
Masters: AHHHH and Montana hasn’t got his tag in!
- Monroe hits Karl off the apron with his first move as Montana is forced to fight with Monroe. The pair may have not had their problems in the past, but now Monroe is fired up as he unleashes with rights and lefts on Montana, then Irish whips him to the ropes as Montana bounces back towards Monroe…Back Body Drop. Mike lifts Montana back up again as Jesse is almost in tears, holding his back. Monroe now hit’s a fury of Knife edge chops, then yet again passionately throws Montana towards the ropes as the arena is willing Monroe to hit another attack, however Jesse cleverly rolls under the ropes, now receiving a chorus of boos from the fans.
Masters: What are these blasted desecrators frolicking about now for goodness sake.
Daniels: Well maybe the fact Montana is a BLOODY coward, William, and just when Monroe was building up an attack…
Masters: Just when he was building up an attack, Montana was smart enough to end it by avoiding him, so what exactly is yours and these mutants problem here?!
Daniels: Well you may not like this William, but I believe there is going to be an XTC special coming up…
Masters: What where?!
EL PABLO GETS INTO THE RING AS PABZ AND MONROE RUNS TOWARDS MONTANA AND THE JACKAL ON THE OUTSIDE…DOUBLE SUICIDE DIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XTC…XTC…XTC…
Masters: How dare these inconsiderate jack in the boxes…my goodness me they could have just swashed two of the greatest Wrestlers in history!
Daniels: May have done?! They BLOODY well have you know.
Masters: And stop disgracing my word Jarred, I say ‘bloody’ not you!
- Krimzon Blaze and the whole entire arena are clapping XTC as Montana and Jackal get attacked by the aerial specialties of Monroe and El Pablo. Monroe now grabs Jesse and rolls him back into the ring. Karl is back up though as he hit’s a forearm into the back of Monroe before he can get back into the ring, and then launches him face first into the steel turnbuckle!
Masters: HAHAHAHA call him a party pooper if you must people, but Karl just spoilt XTC’s little party there. Monroe could be dead.
Daniels: The sound of Monroe’s head just rattled through this arena, and now Karl throws him back into the ring. And look at Montana, crawling over and picking up the pieces.
Masters: You see, Jarred…TEAM BLOODY WORK! Montana gets the cover…
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Daniels: No…NO…it’s just a two count, Wow that was a close call.
Masters: That was three, I bet my wife on it.
Daniels: Don’t be silly, you know as well as we all do, that was a two count, William.
Masters: Yes your right, I did know, Jarred, but on the plus side, I have gambled my wife away…Jessica Towers here I come!
Daniels: And it’s not the first time you have gambled your wife away as well.
- Montana hit’s the canvas with his fist as he begins to stand up. Jesse lifts Mike up and throws him into the corner, where he begins to hit knife edge chops to the Misfit, only getting a loud number of boos from the fans. Jesse now begins to grind his first into the forehead of Mike, noticing a slight cut over the top of his right eye where Karl threw him into the turnbuckle. Montana hit’s a snap mare and then drops down to his knees as he now locks in a sleeper hold. Mike winces as the pressure on his neck intensifies with the seconds that go by, Montana wriggling Mike around from left to right to apply more pressure.
Masters: Intelligence once again shown by the greatest World Champion in CZW History. He is slowing down these XTC spring-boxes and he could single handedly destroy them here tonight, getting a win here and then taking their World Title from them.
Daniels: It could very well happen, I hope it doesn’t, last time we saw the reign of Montana, it involved scheme after scheme.
Masters: Intelligence, like I said Jarred, and I would love to see a win here for Montana.
Daniels: Meanwhile, Jackal looks anxious now as he waits on the apron, as does the XTC guys.
- Mike gets rapturous applause from the fans and his partners as he begins to stand up, Montana’s head shaking with shock as the fans gets behind him. Mike hits Montana with an elbow, then another, as Montana lets go Mike runs off towards the ropes an Springboards off with a SPRINGBOARD ELBOW…NO…MONTANA COUNTERS WITH A MONTANA EXPRESS!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: My god this man is a genius, you can not argue that counter was the most innovatively timed and perfect maneuver we have seen all night here.
Daniels: The fans may not like him and I can’t say he is my favorite person in the World, but he is naturally gifted at this sport…BUT WHY IS HE POSING HERE?! Go for a cover, Montana.
Masters: He is soaking up the glory of being the best at this sport. Don’t worry, Monroe is not kicking out of that, I assure you.
Daniels: Well Montana finally drops for a cover, after just about antagonizing each and every person here in this arena tonight.
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Masters: Montana has it!
Daniels: NO…MY GOD! YOUR WRONG…THE REFEREE IS CALLING IT FOR A TWO COUNT…MONROE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE.
Masters: His foot on the rope?! What show are you watching? He never got his foot anywhere near the rope.
Daniels: His foot is on there now you fool.
Masters: I am no fool Jarred, and if you want to keep your face in tact, I would shut your trap right now you bucket of excrement.
- The fans go wild as Montana gets up, screaming and attacking the referee. Karl Jackson even gets into the ring and argues with the referee as Monroe now begins to crawl towards his partners.
Daniels: Jesse and Karl may be a little distracted here, can mike get to his corner?!
Masters: I would be distracted too, this referee is a damn swine!
- Monroe reaches out as Montana has just noticed. He steps towards Mike but its too late as the fans burst out their seats in cheers and happiness, as EL PABLO GETS INTO THE RING! El Pablo hits Montana down with a right hand, then hits Karl Jackson down. Karl shoots back up as El Pablo dropkicks him making him roll out of the ring with impact. Montana is now up as he goes to attack El Pablo from behind, however he counters as he Montana goes for a side suplex, El Pablo landing on his feet and then hit’s a REVERSE TWIST OF FATE! El Pablo doesn’t stop there as his momentum is up high. He climbs to the top rope as he signals to his XTC buddies…THEN DIVES OFF WITH A BLIND SPACEMAN MOONSAULT!!!!!!!!
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Daniels: Whoa, what a few seconds we had there, El Pablo exploded.
Masters: Thank goodness for the Jackal, great interference there.
Daniels: This match has just picked up into turbo gear!
- El Pablo gets up as Karl and EL Pablo go toe to toe, Karl getting the advantage as he Irish whips Pablo at the ropes, but the Five Star Superstar springboards off towards Karl…Cross Body! Montana is now back up too but a little dazed as Krimzon and Mike now both springboard off the ropes, Karl and Jesse getting caught with a DOUBLE MISSILE DROPKICK!!!!!!!
Masters: Get these hooligans out of the ring.
Daniels: yes and while the referee is at it, get Karl Jackass out too.
Masters: Don’t you call him that, jarred, show some bloody respect.
- Krimzon and Mike now roll back out of the ring, as does Karl Jackson leaving both legal men inside the ring. El Pablo grabs Montana but the devious General Manager rakes the eyes of Pablo through his colorful mask, and then hit’s a European Uppercut knocking him back. Jesse shakes the attacks off as he now goes back on the attack, hitting an Inverted Atomic Drop on Monroe, then hit’s strong right hand knocking him down. The crowd boo as the Sensation gets the advantage after his illegal attack.
Daniels: These fans are upset, as I am too.
Masters: Oh lighten up you bunch of miserable maggots, Montana got to where he is today…
Daniels: BY CHEATING!
Masters: No…He got there by doing what it takes to win.
- Jesse pulls Pablo over towards Karl now who gets the tag and climbs into the ring. Karl viciously begins to stomp on El Pablo, then drops a knee drop right down on his face. Pablo rolls around holding his head as Karl picks him up now, and lifts him up, purposely dropping throat first upon the top rope. El Pablo coughs and splutters as the fans almost go into a state of silence. Karl smiles as he begins to prod El Pablo with his foot, and then drops another knee drop, this time in the throat of EP. Karl goes for a cover…
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- Karl now lifts El Pablo up as he throws him back into the corner. Karl now begins to strangle El Pablo, his throat getting more and more constricted.
Daniels: And that is the technical ability being showcased is it? Now choking another human being.
Masters: He is working on a body part isn’t he? It is called calculatingly picking apart his opponent, you wouldn’t know anything about it Jarred.
- Karl grabs El Pablo as he hit’s a snap suplex back into the center of the ring, and then quickly applies a guillotine choke on El Pablo. The crowd being to get more into the match now as they will EP on, the former World Champion responding immediately as he fights free from the chokehold and then gets back to his feet, however Karl takes him back down with a spearing chop block.
Masters: Karl has now taken this bout to a whole new different level here now.
Daniels: He certainly has, I mean I can’t condone some of his moves he has chose, but El Pablo is looking like an endangered species now as Karl the predator works on him.
- Karl picks him back up and hit’s a European Uppercut, then another, then twists El Pablo up into a neckbreaker. Karl walks up to Blaze and Monroe on the apron as he smiles as them, a sick grin on his face but as he turns around, El Pablo kips up out of nowhere and hit’s PART OF THE EP FTW…the Superkick knocks Karl back into the ropes as he bounces off, El Pablo rolls Karl up with a small package!
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Masters: Praise…The…Montana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: Erm…no thanks.
- Mike Monroe and Krimzon Blaze now crowd the ring as they double clothesline Montana over the ropes as all three men fall to the outside. Karl meanwhile is making his way back to his feet as El Pablo walks up to him…JACKAL THOUGH OUT OF NO WHERE…
Daniels: THE STUNNER?! JACKAL WITH A STUNNER?!
Masters: My God this genius of Professional Wrestling must have just recruited a new finisher, I have no idea what it is called…but Jackal stuns the World with the Jackson Stunner!!!
Daniels: But is it enough to win?!
- Meanwhile, Montana is now back on the apron as he is distracting the referee. The referee seems to be having words with Jesse as the fans don’t seem to know what to make of it, Blaze and Monroe are still on the outside.
Daniels: You call this TEAM WORK William?!
Masters: It’s not Montana’s fault, this referee needs to do his damn job properly.
Daniels: How can he with Montana distracting him like this?!
- Karl Jackson now gets back up and grabs the referee asking what he is doing, Karl with his arms out in confusion, and so are these fans. Meanwhile, Jesse Montana reaches over the ropes and tags the Jackal in…
Daniels: Jesse Montana has pulled his despicable little tricks again, this time on his own partner!
Masters: I think Montana thought Karl wanted the tag, he had his arm stretched out. Anyway, Montana wants his team to win the match and that can’t happen while Karl is arguing with the referee…
Daniels: it was Montana who was doing that, William, Jackal wanted the cover…and Montana sneaked his way in…and NOW LOOK AT HIM…HE COVERS EL PABLO…AND KARL DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO…THE REF NOW DOWN…DAMN HIM…DAMN MONTANA TO HELL!
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PINFALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: YES! Montana wins it for the team, what a great performance by our boss.
Daniels: He is no boss of mine, and I dare say after this, he will be no boss of the Jackal, he just screwed his so called friend.
Masters: He got the tag, so what?! Karl was distracted, so was this referee, Montana was the only man thinking clearly. And look at XTC, they look crippled here, HAHAHA!!!!
Daniels: What in God’s name are you laughing about?! Montana screwed the whole World here. And now he goes on to fight for the World title, damn this monster.
Masters: You should be thanking him for putting on one of the greatest shows of wresting we have ever seen. This man is a genius pure and simple, and your all just jealous, Karl is not like all of you, he will congratulate Jesse, he respects his boss.
Daniels: I hope he congratulates him with a bloody stunner!
Towers: The winner of this match and goes on to fight for the CZW World Heavyweight title…The Sensation…JESSE MONTANA!
Daniels: What a mockery, the arena is stunned, XTC are shocked, maybe even Karl is a bit, but Montana walks out of here with a win and look at the smile on his face…
Masters: Marvelous.
Daniels: We’ll be back after this folks, my god, what a disgrace.
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RIOT MATCH
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DANIELS: What a match we just witnessed and now we finally know who will go into the world championship match along with challenger Shawn Waters and champion, Ace King.
MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred.
DANIELS: But up next is not for the weak of heart, it will be the riot match between former stable mates, former friends as Eddie Rowan seeks his revenge on Matt Covey. Will he be as successful in his shot at revenge as Maynard O’Toole was, last month? We’re about to find out.
TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is the riot man match and is set for one fall in which MUST be a five count instead of the traditional three.
"Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa plays throughout the arena as Eddie Rowan makes his way out from the back with a strong pop from the crowd, Eddie wheels out a grocery cart full of weapons as he acknowledges the crowd.
TOWERS: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred, five pounds, he hails from Seattle, Washington. HE IS….RATED E FOR EVERYONE….EDDIE…ROOOOOOWAAAAAAAN!!!!
Eddie gets in the ring, baring two trash can lids as he awaits Covey’s arrival.
"Die MF Die" by Dope blasts throughout the arena as Covey steps out from the curtains with a wave of massive boos from the crowd. Covey flips them all off as he makes his way down the aisle.
TOWERS: ….and his opponent, weighing in at two hundred, twenty five pounds. He hails from where ever he damn well pleases, he is…BAD ASS…MATT….COOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEY!!!
Covey rummages through the grocery cart and pulls out a kendo stick then slides in the ring, both men now stand nose to nose as Jessica Towers gets the hell outta dodge. The referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
DANIELS: Alright, here we go, Covey, Rowan, riot match and we are underway. Eddie tosses one of the trash can lids at Covey. Covey drops the kendo stick and catches the trash can lid, Eddie drop kicks the trash can lid right into the face of Matt Covey. Covey hits the mat, hard and Eddie goes for the cover.
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DANIELS: What the hell? Eddie picks Covey’s head up off the mat, he stopped the count and it seems to me, Eddie is not looking for a simple victory, he wants Covey to suffer for what he did to the once great WDS faction.
MASTERS: He is a bloody fool, he could very well have had this match won and now he is going to pay for it, mark my words, Jarred.
DANIELS: Well that remains to be seen but for the time being, Eddie Rowan is in control of this match. Eddie slides out of the ring, grabs a table and slides back in. Covey jumps back to his feet and shoulder tackles the table into Eddie, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle.
MASTERS: You were saying, Jarred?
DANIELS: Shut up!
MASTERS: I’ll take it from here. Covey picks Eddie up by his hair and whips him, hard back into the turnbuckle. Covey punishes Eddie with severe, rapid body shots, what a combo! Eddie falls to the ground, sitting up against the corner of the ropes. Covey backs up and makes a B line then nails Eddie with a devastating knee to the face.
DANIELS: BAH GOD! I THINK EDDIE IS UNCONSCIOUS!
MASTERS: Which is exactly what he deserves, if you ask me.
DANIELS: That’s just it, William. NOBODY ASKED YOU! Anyhoo, Covey is outside of the ring now and grabs the steel steps. He throws the steel steps in the ring and slides back in. This does not bode well for Eddie Rowan.
MASTERS: Watch this, Jarred, poetry in motion.
DANIELS: BAH GOD! WHAT A MAD MAN! COVEY HOLDS THOSE UNFORGIVING STEEL STEPS OVER THE FALLEN EDDIE ROWAN! EDDIE DROP KICKS THE STEEL STEPS INTO THE FACE OF COVEY! COVEY IS DOWN AGAIN!
MASTERS: What a bloody cheater!
DANIELS: There are no rules, idiot. Covey is down, Eddie scales the turnbuckle, this could be over. Eddie signals for the ‘ST. EDWARDS FALL’…he leaps….COVEY MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND EDDIE HITS THE MAT, HARD! COVEY GOES FOR THE PIN!
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MASTERS: Covey’s busted open, bloody hell!
DANIELS: Eddie drags Covey into the bottom corner of the ropes and is now placing a metal trash can up against him. Eddie walks over to the adjacent corner of the ring and climbs up on the tope. Eddie signals to the cheering crowd and jumps off….
ED-TERMINATOR!!!
DANIELS: BAH GOD!!! ED-TERMINATOR!! Covey is out and Eddie pulls him forward for the cover…
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MASTERS: YES! Covey picks up Eddie and throws him onto his shoulders. Here it comes, Jarred, ‘BIOYB’….
All of a sudden the lights in the arena go out.
DANIELS: What the hell? What’s going on?
The lights come back on and we see Covey, laid out on the mat, in a bloody mess with a single leg crutch resting on top of his chest.
DANIELS: What the hell??? Somebody laid Covey out with that crutch and there seems to be some initials engraved into the side of it. It reads: ‘S.S.A.F.’
MASTERS: The hell does that mean?
DANIELS: I don’t know but Eddie is on the top rope now, he leaps off…ST. EDWARDS FALL!!!! HE CONNECTS!!! EDDIE WITH THE COVER!!!
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TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….EDDIE….ROOOOOWAAAAAN!
Daniels: HE DID IT!! EDDIE ROWAN ONCE AGAIN HAS PUT BAD ASS DOWN!!
Masters: Lucky son of a bitch. Bad Ass was robbed. Eddie clearly cheated him.
Daniels: How can you cheat someone in a Riot Match?
Masters: I don't know, but Eddie figured out how to. This was Matt's match...not Eddie's. This is some bullshit.
Eddie throws his hands in the air.
Daniels: He dedicated this match in the name of Alan Fiscus.
The lights go out as red fire starts shooting from the turnbuckles...
Daniels: No not again...not after this match!!
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Conquer the whole world to satisfy
their lust for pain and terror
disguise their faces to hide them
in the dark
determination
The oath on the rune staff
is the highest
the ruin of a nation
step by step
destiny
Damned for all Time - but what's time ?
Tales of the one who's born to change
And as the earth was old and cold
she closed her eyes and fell to sleep
violation ruled the world
the dark kingdom's time
Black jewel in my head
I'm the one who's forever there
I'm born a thousand times
Damned for all Time
in every age he existed
Damned for all Time
in every future he'll live
for all Time
Hey strange one I know
you're standing there
the faces are they mine ?
Are you out there ?
Watch out for the day, fiend
I'll know your name
hear my laughter
Oblivion - who's blowing the horn
Oblivion - who's killing the gods
Dark kingdom's lost now
no pain storms the land
strange things are happening
changing of all planes
in the universe by a mad magician
to conquer the power of his magic
a place where truth waits must
be found CZW
Damned for all Time - who am I ?
Once I've been called Master
I was Devil - I'll be The Man
I'm the King of the all that is
Oblivion - the war is eternal
Oblivion - the battle is endless
Lightning strikes the ring as Eddie is seen looking all around.
Daniels: Where's he at?
Masters: Who?
Daniels: The Devil Man.
Masters: Why do you want to see him? I thought you hated him?
Daniels: I do, and the fact that he's not visible makes it that much worse.
Masters: Eddie is all alone in that ring.
Daniels: Where's Maynard?
Masters: Probably still recovering from that Hellacious Inter Continental Title match.
A ring of fire forms on the stage as The Devil seems to almost appear within it. Eddie is seen yelling obscenities at him.
Daniels: He's challenging him.
Masters: Is Eddie that dumb? How many more sledgehammer shots to the head does he need before he realizes that you don't taunt the Devil.
Daniels: OH NO!!
Bad Ass Matt Covey is seen slipping up behind Eddie. Bad Ass grabs Eddie by the shoulder and spins him around kicking him in the gut. He sets him up.
Daniels: BAH GAWD...BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!
Masters: That's more like it. And The Devil seems to be laughing as he begins walking toward the ring carrying a sledgehammer.
Daniels: Eddie is helpless. And Matt is just adding insult to injury.
Matt is seen taunting and cussing the down Eddie Rowan. The Devil continues stalking down to the ring.
Daniels: What's he going to do?
Masters: Shh...Jarred, I'm watching this.
Matt picks Eddie up and holds him as the Devil rolls into the ring. Bad Ass smiles as The Devil drives the head of the hammer into the ribs of Eddie. Bad Ass lets him go as the Devil walks over and grabs Eddie by the hair and picks him up. The Devil appears to be saying something to Eddie before throwing him back down. The Devil Takes a mic.
"I've warned you all."
Masters: Wait, is it me...or does he sound familiar?
Daniels: I'm not sure, but he definitely sounds different then last week.
Devil: And after last week, and even now...I think I've finally proven my point. I've finally made my intentions known...and now...the gates of Hell have been opened...and Armageddon has been unleashed...and I...the Devil...have made it possible. And now...you all will know my name...
'Fat Lip' by Sum 41 replaces the eerie music.
Daniels: The hell...
Masters: Devil got upbeat.
Storming through the party like my name was el nino
When Im hangin out drinking in the back of an el camino
As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party cause nobody came.
I know Im not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, ever showing up when we had to.
Is it attention that we crave dont tell us to behave,
Im sick of always hearing act your age.
I dont want to waste my time
Become aother casualty of society.
Ill never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
Because you dont
Know us at all we laugh when old people fall.
But what would you expect with a conscience so small.
Heavy metal and mullets its how we were raised.
Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised
Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense
and, Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,
Its none of your concern, I guess Ill never learn.
Im sick of being told to wait my turn.
I dont want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
Ill never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
Dont count on me, to let you know when.
Dont count on me, Ill do it again.
Dont count on me, its the point youre missing.
Dont count on me, cause Im not listening.
Well Im a no goodnick lower middle class brat,
Back packed and I dont give a shit about nothing.
You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin.
But you dont make sense from all the gas you be huffing.
Then if the egg dont stain youll be ringing off the hook,
Youre on the hit list wanted in the telephone book.
I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion.
The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion.
I dont want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
Ill never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
Waste my time with them
Casualty of society.
Waste my time again,
Victim of your conformity
And back down.
The Devil climbs a turnbuckle.
Daniels: What now?
The Devil grabs his mask, ripping it off revealing...
Daniels: No way!!
Masters: Wow...the true master of mind f**ks...he is now my hero...
Daniels: The f**kin Devil is none other than...
The devil throws his mask out to the crowd.
Masters: THE f**kIN BOSS...TJ HIX...OUR VERY OWN HEAD OF TALENT...
TJ Hix's maniacal laughter rings throughout the arena.
Hix: That's right!! I was the devil the entire time...and best of all...not a one of you were even close to figuring it out. Not a clue I left...nothing...I shocked the World...I have come out of retirement to show everyone what REAL talent is. Cause yes, you're very own Head of Talent has done it one more time...I now give to you, the greatest Talent alive today!!
Covey: Heh, come on Boss...let's finish this...I think Eddie...needs some time off...perhaps maybe...he needs to Seek New Employment.
Hix: Perhaps your right.
Hix lays his Sledge down before picking up the still unconscious Eddie Rowan...he sets him up and lifts him to his shoulders, then drives him down onto the exposed hammer with a dominator. Jarred and Daniels are speechless, though William seems to be snickering. Boss and Bad Ass shake hands before exiting the ring.
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- MAIN EVENT -
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Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, up next is Pandemonium’s MAIN EVENT! This contest is a Triple Threat Burial At Sea match. After the first fall, whether pinfall or submission, two men will compete, and then, the first man to place his opponent inside the coffin underneath the stage, and close it, thus making their opponent flow down the stream and into the river outside the Carlson Center…they will become the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Daniels: CZW’s second Burial At Sea match ever, and how ironic two of these competitors in this Triple Threat match fought in the first one ever.
Masters: I predict we will see history be repeated here tonight, as Jesse Montana will once again reign of CZW as the World Heavyweight Champion.
Daniels: Maybe so. The three men in this match have had their own feuds with each other since before I can remember. We have Ace King, the current CZW World Champion, we all know his relentless feud with General Manager Montana, stretching all the way back since Upstarts vs. XTC rivalry, Montana has been hell bent on destroying XTC ever since, but never has he achieved that feat. Ace King has become a true legend and hero inside the Combat Zone, and Montana, well we all know what he is. We have Waters, who turned on Montana 11 months to this day in this very match, once an Upstart member, once an XTC member, Waters has seen it all, and now Ace and possibly Montana wants their revenge. But can Shawn Waters, the young man from Sydney, Australia finally achieve World Title gold, after waiting so long to be World Champion.
Masters: You paint a very true picture Jarred, however, you talk about Ace how he is this legend, which I suppose he is, but he is no hero to me. He is a vile thug, a man who set his own girlfriend up to take out Karl Jackson, just to keep his World title safe. Montana has battled through all the critics, and tonight, he will extract his own revenge against the Gambler.
Daniels: Are you joking? I have to hand it to Montana, he is a man with a plan alright. He has most likely set this whole thing up, from back at Road to Glory, where Jackal was apparently ran over, and I’m almost certain it was not by Ruthann. He then turned Jackal into a furious monster wanting revenge on Ace, only to screw his own partner earlier on tonight as this man weaseled and slithered his way into this contest.
Masters: How very dare you, Jarred. Ruth admitted to the crime for goodness sake, Ace cant even do that. And Jackal will be routing for his boss here, how dare you say Montana screwed him!
Daniels: I paint a very TRUE picture like you said William. But whatever you or anyone else believes, this match couldn’t have worked out more perfectly, three men who quite simply despise each other, for very different reasons. One man will be Buried at sea here tonight, and one man will walk out the World Champion.
Masters: It’s how dreams are made Jarred.
The lights suddenly go off as an eerie sound can be heard. Suddenly a bright silvery blue light glows down upon the coffin as we see the fennel it travels down to make it to the river outside.
‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ now sounds upon the Combat tron. The fans boo as the legendary bells gong setting up the Main Event for the night.
The intro plays as the lights remain switched off, pure darkness around the arena as the Combat tron shows the video of Jesse Montana. Suddenly Montana walks out from backstage, dressed in the same outfit we saw him in before, wearing black tights with golden text down both legs. Montana walks either side of the ramp, totaling a humungous amount of boos from the fans. He then smirks as the grin shows up on the Combat tron, as he chews on his stick of gum. He begins to stroll down the ramp, signaling he will be the next World Champion. As he reaches half way down the ramp, he turns to a pretty young woman who wears an XTC shirt. He strolls up towards her, and then viciously spits his minted chewing gum out at her face as she begins to cry. Montana laughs as he carries on his way, the security having to restrict numerous members of the crowd from attacking him. Montana climbs confidently into the ring as he begins to pose, fireworks blasting off but can hardly be heard through the sea of boos.
Daniels: Talk about being buried at sea, this man is being buried in a sea of boos here tonight, and he deserves everything he gets.
Masters: I agree with you Jarred, he deserves what he gets, and what he will get is that CZW World Title, I can’t wait!
Daniels: And his abuse of the opposite sex continues, what a disgusting thing to do, spitting on one of the fans.
Masters: She enjoyed it.
Montana climbs the turnbuckle now as he poses, almost begging and pleading the fans to throw as much abuse at him as possible as he just laughs, soaking it all up. As he steps down, his expression changes as his music cuts, another beginning.
‘Four Words to Choke Upon’ now plays.
The fans boos carry on, not really getting any quieter as Shawn Waters walks out.
Daniels: I see his so called injuries have now magically faded.
Masters: I know, what a strong man he must be to train is hard, he is now back at 100 percent.
Daniels: He was never injured, he is just like Montana, his former mentor, scheduling and planning what sort of screw job he will perform next. Montana and Waters are just as bad as each other, both legendary pricks!
Masters: Men like Montana and Waters, they have to face jealousy from other like you and these dirty Eskimos here tonight. Go back into your igloos and have a snowflake, and let these great men do what they do best. Sadly for Waters, he has yet again come against the World’s greatest in Montana, otherwise he would be walking out Champion here tonight, no doubt.
Daniels: And look at Waters, skipping down the ramp he knows exactly what he is doing, showing off that his plans worked. Well I hope you really get injured tonight you sick…
Masters: That is a dreadful thing to say. And it concludes the jealousy that you have deep within, you need professional help Jarred.
Waters is now skipping down the ramp, now picking the same woman who Jesse spat at and goes to ask if she is okay. Waters now points and laughs as the poor woman desperately tries to get Montana’s gum free from her hair.
Daniels: Like two peas in a bloody pod these two are.
Masters: There you go stealing my word again, what is wrong with you Jarred, the green eyed monster bit you on the bottom?!
Waters now focuses his attentions on Montana as he slowly slides into the ring, then walks around the ring, both men staring a deep hole of hatred at each other.
Masters: These men were undefeated as a team, and the only thing better than that is when their opponents, this is going to be a classic.
Daniels: And don’t forget a certain Gambler in this contest, Waters has never beaten him when it comes to that World title, Montana has done it before, these three men have made so many great feuds in the past, and tonight could be a climax to all of them.
Waters and Montana’s stare quickly fades as they immediately roll out of the ring, acting like cowards as the fans burst into a frenzy of cheers, as though a movie star was arriving.
‘Ace of Spades’ blast out through the Carlson Center.
Ace King runs out and holds the World Championship belt up high, running to both sides of the ramp receiving a deafening round of applause from the fans. Montana and Waters stare towards him, hatred on their faces as Ace King shows off his golden belt as much as possible. Ace then walks down the ramp as he looks for the girl in the crowd who suffered abuse from his opponents, and then takes off his very own personalized XTC shirt and hands it to her, making her tears of sadness turn to tears of joy. Ace King now gives her a kiss on the cheek as the legend of CZW brings the fans into a whirlwind of cheers and chants.
Masters: How disgusting and cheesy is that, kissing one of the fans. I wonder what Ruth thinks about that.
Daniels: Oh please, he just made this girl feel a lot better after these maniacs destroyed her feelings.
Masters: And I wonder how many feelings Ace killed when he viciously attacked Karl Jackson, yet these hypocrites still chant for this bastard.
Daniels: You know, Ace may be a nice guy William, but he wouldn’t mind dropping you on your posh British ass!
Masters: Exactly the kind of man he is. A monster. A thug. A hooligan.
Daniels: Please, just stop it William, your like a broke record.
Ace now rolls into the ring as he holds his title up high, fireworks blasting off, Ace King looking down towards his opponents and winking with confidence. He now stands up on all four corners before handing the Title to the referee. Montana and Waters reluctantly climb back into the ring, the referee holding the belt in the air as all three men stare at it.
Daniels: There it is, the CZW World Title, the most prestigious prize in Professional Wrestling today.
Masters: And that is why this Main Event will be making history yet again. We have already had one hell of a show here, but this is like the topping on the cake.
Daniels: Ace King…Shawn Waters…Jesse Montana…WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE ON THE LINE!
Jessica Towers stands in the ring alongside the referee as the three men who are about to compete, stand in their respective corners, warming up. The fans wolf whistle as Jessica holds a mic up to her mouth.
Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, please let me welcome the challengers for this WORLD TITLE MAIN EVENT! On my left, he hails from Sydney, Australia…he weighs in at 225 lbs…Exiled’s own…SHAWN WATERS!
A sea of boos follows as Shawn Waters raises his right arm in the air, signalling he will become the next World Champion.
Towers: And also to my right…he hails from Miami, Florida and weighs in at 230 lbs…he is the General Manager of CZW…the Sensation…JESSE MONTANA!
An even louder sea of boos is heard as Montana just smirks, rotating his head around the arena, then back towards Ace, as he whispers something to him.
The fans now suddenly begin to make a large amount of cheers as Jessica smiles, holding up the mic to her mouth.
Towers: And to my left, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 205 lbs…he is the current WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…The Gambler…The Vegas Volcano…ACE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fans burst into a sea of cheers, chanting for the leader of team XTC and World Champion. The referee now holds up the belt yet again and then hands it to Towers who exit’s the ring. The three men begin to circle around the ring as the referee calls for the bell.
Daniels: Here it is, this main event begins now!
Masters: AHHHHH!!!!
*DING DING*
- Quickly after the bell rings, Jesse Montana rolls under the ropes, allowing himself to get an extra breather before starting, the fans hating his every move. Shawn Waters tries to get the advantage while locking up, however Ace grabs him in a head lock, then takes him down to the canvas, Ace is all over Shawn as he now locks in a Chicken wing. Shawn grimaces in pain for a few seconds before standing up to his feet and eventually fighting out by elbowing Ace in the jaw, Shawn turns around and rakes the eyes of Ace, then hit’s a few right hands as the Champion falls back into the ropes. Shawn goes for an Irish whip as Ace runs off bouncing off the ropes, ducks a clothesline attempt from Shawn, rebounds off again…NO…MONTANA TRIPS HIM UP!
Daniels: Oh fantastic, firstly he escapes the ring like a coward, now he feels the need to trip Ace up…GET INTO THE MATCH MONTANA!
Masters: An intelligent move, allowing Ace to believe he is out of the match and then striking like a viper, Shawn should take notes here.
Daniels: I can see the way this match is going to go after a short minute, Ace King is going to get double teamed here…
- Just as Jarred says it, Montana slides back into the ring as both Montana and Waters, though not liking each other, starts to happily stomp down upon the World Champ, the fans irate with Montana. Jesse picks Ace up and hit’s a strong European Uppercut, Shawn following up with a kick to the gut as Ace steps back into the corner. Montana begins to hit a couple of knife edge chops, stinging the chest of the Gambler. Shawn now pulls him from the corner, hitting a short arm clothesline, this time getting the Champ with the move knocking him down strongly to the mat.
Masters: It’s great to see these two men reunited, if only they were truly back together in Upstarts.
Daniels: I can’t see this lasting long, William, can you really imagine these guys allowing the other to get a pinfall, even if it doesn’t win them the World Title.
Masters: The rules of this match are as followed, Jarred, the first man eliminated is out of the match, leaving two men left. Ace King is in trouble and you and these fans are so desperate, you can’t realize it.
- Montana is now sitting over Ace pummeling him with strong right hands, digging his knuckles into his forehead. Shawn quickly taps Jesse on the shoulder moving him aside, as he now sits over the Champ, strangling him, wrapping his hands around the throat of the Gambler. Montana now pushes Shawn off as he begins to stomp down on Ace, the fans booing loudly as these two scavengers work together to tear Ace apart. Suddenly Shawn throws Montana off as he goes back to Ace, Montana growling as he gets up, bouncing off the ropes and then dropkicking Shawn on the rebound.
Masters: Oh no, Mr. Montana, I’m not sure that was the smartest thing to do.
Daniels: I told you William, you were so desperately wrapped up in Montana and Waters, that you couldn’t realize how egotistical these men truly are.
Masters: I’m sure Montana knows what he is doing, how can I or anyone for that matter question a genius like that.
- Montana is now sitting over Shawn as he starts pounding him now with right hands, the fans beginning to grow into a mass of cheers as Ace King makes his way up. Montana doesn’t notice that Ace is standing tall behind him, now looking to go insane as he pummels his chest like a Gorilla before grabbing Montana and pulling him off. Ace now with a knife edge chop, Montana’s chest left red, Ace with a right hand, and another, Ace now Irish whips Montana as he comes back…Ace ducks a clothesline from Montana and…NECKBREAKER!
Daniels: Ace is fired up here, you can see it in his face, the World Champion has ERUPTED!
Masters: The Vegas Volcano…AHHHHHH!!!! This bloody gorilla needs to get his grubby paws off his boss.
Daniels: He is in this match isn’t he? Ace can do anything he damn well wants to him now, and your going to have to sit and watch every second of it.
- The fans are chanting the Gambler now as he waits for Shawn to stand up. Waters turns around, looking already dizzy, as Ace picks him up…Belly to Back suplex! Waters gets back up as he now leans on the ropes, Ace runs towards him…
Daniels: OH MY…ACE JUST SPEARED SHAWN RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES…AND SHAWN LANDS ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR LIKE A PANCAKE!
Masters: This man is a violent dangerous criminal, Shawn could have landed on his head and this man does not even care.
Daniels: Shawn has been a thorn in his side for months, in fact, he was last year too, Ace has two men in the ring with him who have tried to destroy his career ever since he became a main eventer.
Masters: You have it all wrong, Ace has tried to destroy these guys careers, he is jealous I tell you…
Daniels: You know what, your accusations get more laughable as the weeks go by, William. Anyway, back to this match and Montana is getting back up, Ace King waiting for him like a sniper on a building roof!
- Montana stands back to his feet as Ace wastes no time, hitting an Atomic drop on the Sensation, making him to bounce around holding his groin in comical fashion, the fans cheering as Ace now knocks him down with a strong forearm smash. Montana bounces back up lie a jack in a box though as Ace now Irish whips Montana to the ropes, he bounces off as Ace GOES FOR A SPEAR…MONTANA DODGES THOUGH AS ACE GETS STUCK UP ON THE ROPES!
Masters: Thank god Montana dodges there, that was like a bloody bus coming towards him, and Ace now stuck up on the second rope like clothing on a washing line.
Daniels: LOOK OUT…WHAT IS SHAWN DOING?!
- Shawn on the outside now has a steel chair as Ace leans up on the second rope, with no where to go…
*SMASH*
Masters: The Volcano just got erupted there, My god his head erupted, Ace is bleeding like El Pablo normally would!
Daniels: Of course he is bleeding, Shawn Waters degrading this match by using that chair, a damn cheap shot, and this could be the end for the Gambler here. Not like this, Montana now with the cover…Waters smiling for god’s sake, put that chair down you clown!
Masters: You want him to put it down on your head, Jarred?
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- Shawn throws the chair down to the floor in a fit of rage. He ascends into the ring as he now pushes Montana, blaming him for not getting a three count on Ace. Montana pushes Waters back as the fans witness another explosion from these two, now flying fists at each other, Shawn kicking Montana in the gut as he now throws him into the corner, where he begins to stomp him down. Montana reverses the situation though as he hit’s a few knife edge chops, and then sets Shawn up onto the top rope, hitting him with a few more knife edge chops. Montana climbs up too now as the fans look on in excitement.
Daniels: Both men in unknown territory here, none of these men are really high risk takers…
Masters: But you have to risk all I guess for the World Title…
Daniels: Your right Willie.
- Montana hits Shawn with a right hand, and then locks him up, Shawn unable to escape as Montana now steps up to the top rope himself…
SUPERPLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: Both men crashing down hard to the ground there. We have Ace on the outside now recovering, and now these two in the ring, can one of them get a cover?
Masters: Montana is crawling over, what strength, what passion…
Daniels: Yeah alright. Montana reaches over…the referee is counting…
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Daniels: This match remains a triple threat!
Masters: Waters is tough, he wants the Title he has never been able to achieve, but he is in this match with a man he has never been able to beat.
Daniels: Two men he has never been able to beat.
- Shawn begins to stutter back to his feet as Montana is already there, Montana swings a right hand however Shawn ducks and quickly hit’s a DDT…NO…
Daniels: WATERLOGGED!
Masters: AHHHHH he may have finally beaten Montana here, I can’t believe it!
Daniels: And he covers!
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- The fans are enjoying the battle between these two former friends, and former long term rivals. Montana struggles back to his feet as Shawn is the quicker man this time. Shawn chop blocks the legs of Montana as the Sensation flops back to the mat. Shawn now grabs Montana as he twists him around, going for the Waterboard…
NO…MONTANA COUNTERS INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!
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NO…WATERS KICKS OUT!
Masters: This battle between these two is amazing, back and forth…wait…ACE IS BACK UP…AND WHAT IS HE DOING WITH THAT?!
Daniels: Ace looks pissed…and he has the chair in his hand!
Masters: Watch out Montana!
- The fans go ballistic with cheers as Ace, fury on his face, blood down his chest pouring from the sever on his head, now stalks after his opponents with that same steel chair. Ace lifts it up as Montana manages to dodge out of the way, now sitting in the corner looking like he has seen a ghost. Waters however is too late as Ace swings the chair…
*SMASH*
Ace doesn’t stop there though…
*SMASH*
*SMASH*
*SMASH*
Masters: I KNEW THIS MAN WAS AN ANIMAL, HE HAS GONE INSANE…SOMEONE STOP HIM!
Daniels: he has finally snapped, thee is only so much one man can take, this volcanic hazard has just gone bang!
Masters: This was a civilized contest before this evil man got that steel cha…
Daniels: Don’t try and play that hand with me, William, you will only go bust, Waters brought that chair into action, now he pays the punishment.
- The fans are cheering loudly, loving every shot Ace hits Shawn with, in the ribs, in the throat, in the face, Shawn lays a desecrated mess at the end of the assault. Montana looks up as Ace drops the chair out of the ring, and then looks at Montana, anger and aggression on his face as he swipes away the blood that is consistently spewing from his face. Ace now lifts up Shawn who can’t even stand…BLACKJACK BOMB!
Daniels: Ace has just stepped it up another gear, Shawn may have made a mistake getting into the ring with the World Champion.
Masters: He made a mistake alright, messing with a man who should be locked up in a mental asylum!
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Daniels: He was never going to get up from that.
Masters: He would be lucky if he can ever walk again after that brutal assault, and now our poor general Manager has to fight against this psychopath, give up Montana, I don’t want to see you hurt.
Daniels: I can’t imagine Montana doing that, this match should be interesting though, two men who have rivaled for 18 months now almost, quite amazing. it’s Montana against XTC…Montana against Ace King…Evil against Good.
Towers: The first person eliminated by way of pinfall…SHAWN WATERS!
Daniels: We may need a few EMT’s out here, Shawn isn’t going to walk out of here!
Masters: Get away Jesse, run for your life…AHHHHHH!!!
- The fans roar as Ace King steps towards Montana who is now on his knees, literally begging and pleading with the Gambler to go easy on him. Ace laughs, then walks towards him as Montana rolls under the ropes, making every fan in attendance to boo. Ace then rolls under too as a cat and mouse situation is seen, Montana running for his very life, Ace even though bleeding profusely, is on his tail.
Masters: Why are these fans booing Montana, he is just trying to stay alive here dammit.
Daniels: Well he can’t run forever, Ace King has been victimized by this man for months, many months, and this whole scandal with Karl Jackson, I hope Ace King rips his bloody head off!
Masters: Stop saying my BLOODY word!
- Montana is slowing down as Ace gets a finger tip on him as Montana rolls back inside the ring, however as Ace follows him, Montana intelligently elbows him down into the canvas, the fans booing as Masters claps, standing up now applauding the Sensation.
Daniels: Sit down you great oaf!
Masters: Montana is a genius, and he just proved exactly why right there, the wrath and aggression on Ace got too much for him, and Montana’s level head came through victorious.
Daniels: He Hasn’t won yet, Willie.
- Montana gains thousands of boos as he hits several more elbow drops, just to try and keep the Gambler off his feet. Montana now locks in a Crossface, Ace struggling to power out, Montana with the maneuver locked in tight. Ace King gains momentum from the fans as Montana tries to keep the hold on, but Ace with so much fight, so much heart and passion manages to fight out, now rolling over as the hold is broken, however Montana stays on the attack as he hits yet another elbow drop.
Masters: He is staying on him, not letting him breathe, Jarred.
Daniels: Yes, just like a bad smell.
Masters: You can talk you bloody stench ridden rotten aborigine!
- Montana pulls Ace into the center of the ring now as he stomps on his limbs, picking him apart, the momentum the Gambler once ha now faded. Montana locks in another hold, now and STF, his hands wrapped around Ace’s face which is quickly getting drowned with his own blood.
Masters: Maybe the Sensation has learnt a few moves form his colleague, Karl Jackson, this is a great display of Wrestling ability here.
Daniels: I can’t doubt the ability of Jesse Montana, he is one of the very best, however, he doesn’t normally use his abilities in Wrestling, he is like a snake, in fact he is like the devil, if you make a deal with him, you can bet your soul has gone with it.
Masters: How prosperous, I made many deals with him.
Daniels: My point exactly.
- Montana releases the hold as Ace flops down, almost looking as though the pressure has made him lose consciousness. Montana now stands to his feet, signalling to the fans he will be the next World Champion, an evil grin on his face as he does it. He now looks towards the stage as he rolls Ace out of the ring, landing on the concrete floor below.
Masters: Montana is going for it here, the only way he can win is place Mr. King inside the coffin, thus releasing him down the stream.
Daniels: That ramp is a long walk when you need to drag a two hundred pound man.
Masters: That is right, however Montana has done it before, he has experience in winning this type of match, back at last Summer Showdown.
- Montana begins to kick Ace King, literally prodding him in the ribs all the way up the ramp. The fans jump to their feet though as Ace grabs the foot of Montana, having only made it a few feet up the ramp. Ace now stands up as Montana is hopping around like a mad one legged man. Montana tries an Enziguri, but Ace ducks knowing it was coming, and then locks in the same maneuver Montana had locked in a few moments ago, an STF!
Masters: And what is the point of this, there is no submissions in this match now.
Daniels: Just like Montana was doing a few moments ago, dragging an unconscious man up the ramp is easier than dragging a conscious man. Ace could have Montana’s lights out here.
- Montana frantically taps, having no effect as tears well up in his eyes. The referee tries to get Ace to release the hold, however as Ace knows very well, thee is no rules in this contest. Ace releases the hold as Montana rolls around, screaming and holding his back. Ace now lifts him to his feet, and then spears him spine first into the apron, the lower back of Jesse crashing hard, echoing throughout the arena. Montana stumbles away, but this time can’t escape as Ace grabs him from behind…GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
Masters: AHHHHH Montana…ARE YOU OKAY?!
Daniels: I don’t think he can hear you William. I’m not sure he can hear anything other than constant ringing now, after almost landing on his head there.
Masters: Ace King is taking this too far.
Daniels: Not far enough in my opinion.
- The fans begin to chant for the Gambler loudly now as he stands back up, resting on the apron as he tries to wipe the blood away from his eyes. Ace now picks up Montana who can’t walk his legs being too shaky. Ace King lifts him up for a Side Suplex…NO…ACE PLANTS MONTANA GROIN FIRST ONTO THE GUARDRAIL!!!!!!!!!
Masters: NOT THE MONTANA GRAPEFRUITS!
Daniels: Karl will be upset!
Masters: Are you trying to imply Montana and Jackal are together…Jarred?!
Daniels: Of course not, I would never dream of it. Hehe.
Masters: You bloody loving this aren’t you Mr. Sadomasochist.
Daniels: I am loving this main event, and so are these fans!
- Ace King now always a few of the fans to take a picture of Montana, his mouth wide open, tears in his eyes, the whole situation comical. Montana flops off (in more ways than one) as he falls to the ground. Ace now begins to pull him up the ramp, Montana with his right hand firmly placed in his groin as Ace walks him up. They get half way as Ace now turns around, hitting a knife edge chop, then lifts Montana up once more, the fans screaming in delight as Montana…GOES CRASHING DOWN ON THE STEEL RAMP AFTER A SLINGSHOT SUPLEX!
Daniels: Montana is in a world of pain here, Ace King is taking him apart, and these fans are cheering the Champ on, can he get him inside that coffin though.
Masters: The Reign of Montana will never die, that’s what he said, and dying means going inside a coffin, Montana will not go inside that coffin tonight.
Daniels: And that is the way you worked it out?!
Masters: Its reasonable.
- Ace now drags Montana up the ramp by his foot, as his shoe actually comes off. The fans laugh as Ace looks at the shoe, and then sniffs it, telling everyone how much it smells.
Masters: don’t you dare laugh Jarred, your in need of oderitors a lot more than our General Manager.
Daniels: That’s not what the World Champ says.
- Ace now throws the shoe into the crowd as he smirks, going back to get Montana. Jesse Montana kips up though in a sudden motion…MONTANA EXPRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: MONTANA EXPRESS…MONTANA EXPRESS…ALL ABOARD…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: Wow, Montana hit it like a bullet there, and look at this, Montana is ordering a security guard to now get back the shoe Ace King threw into the crowd.
Masters: Yes the bloody scavengers, I bet they could sell that one shoe and make more money than they earn in a year!
- Jesse Montana receives his shoe back as he places it back on, meanwhile Ace King has not even mad ea movement. Jesse Montana gets back up, firmly with his shoe back on, and now drags Ace King towards the coffin. The fans boo in disgust at every step Montana makes, actually finally reaching the top now as Montana drops Ace’s leg, and looks down, the camera showing the eerie mahogany coffin, one man will be stuck inside.
Daniels: This arena is full of boos right now for the Sensation, but you have to hand it to him, worming his way into this match, and now he has the Champion exactly where he wants him.
Masters: Not exactly, Montana won’t be happy until Ace is buried at sea inside that coffin. PUSH HIM IN MONTANA!
Daniels: Ace King seems to be waking up here now though, these fans are willing him on.
- As Montana lifts Ace up, trying to get him back on his feet, Ace thrusts his legs out as Montana flies back, now tilting right on the edge of the staging area.
Masters: AHHHH…Gravity don’t fail us now!
Daniels: All it needs is for a breeze to blow Montana off now, the fans are on the edge of their seats…
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ACE KING IS BACK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MONTANA AVOIDS FALLING THOUGH!
- The contest continues as Ace now hits Montana with a hard right hand, and then another, Montana stumbling back towards the stage. Ace now kicks Montana in the gut as he lifts him up for a power bomb, however Jesse slips off behind him, Ace turns around…
MONTANA EXPRESS AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
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ACE SWINGS THE FOOT AROUND OF MONTANA AS HE GOES FULL 360 DEGREES AROUND…AND HITS ACE IN THE JAW!!!!!!!!!!
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ACE IS NOW RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF THE STAGE!
Masters: He is going to do it, Montana is gong to be the new World Heavyweight Champion…
Daniels: You may be right here…
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NO ACE STAYS UP ON THE STAGE…MONTANA NOW RUNS AT HIM…ACE GRABS MONTANA…
BLACKJACK BOMB ONTO THE STAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: Good God, Montana must be killed here, being dropped right down onto that steel stage!
Masters: Montana…please be okay…AHHHHHHH!!!!!!
- The fans are on their feet now chanting the Champ on. Ace however has lost a lot of blood as he tries to make his way back to his feet, Montana amazingly also beginning to stir, the fans are almost in shock at the resilience of the two men.
Daniels: Supernatural…we have Ace covered in his own blood, we have Montana who is getting back up after that brutal assault.
Masters: It’s all for that World Title!
- Ace is now back on his feet although clearly looking dizzy. Jesse Montana is now on his knees, as he manages to somehow find his way back to his feet. The two men look at each other, anger within their faces as they stumble towards each once more.
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Daniels: NO WAY…IT’S KARL JACKSON…THE JACKAL…NOT LIKE THIS!
Masters: Yes! Montana has this one now. Jackal wants revenge on the man who orchestrated his attack those months ago.
Daniels: Montana has brainwashed him, Ace did nothing wrong, Jackal you dumb son of a bitch, can’t you see the truth?!
Masters: GET HIM JACKAL!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Daniels: HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! I am sorry for my language…BUT OH MY GOD…
JACKAL JUST HIT MONTANA WITH THE JACKSON STUNNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MONTANA FALLS BACK…HE FALLS BACK INTO THE COFFIN…HE FLOATS DOWN THE STREAM…MONTANA HAS JUST BEEN BETRAYED BY THE JACKAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: I can’t belive my eyes, Jackal, what have you done?! WHAT A TRAVESTY! MONTANA HAD THAT MATCH WON!
Daniels: He had nothing won. Montana thought he could brainwash Karl against Ace King, and then screw him over in the match to get the pinfall and now use him to get Ace, but IT BACKFIRED!!!!!!!!!! Ace King is the WORLD CHAMPION!
Masters: Jackal is one stupid man. I hope he realizes he has just commited career suicide. And Ace King, getting away with murder yet again.
Daniels: Montana’s plans backfire, Jackal sees the light, Ace King remains champion, what a hell of a main event!
Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…HERE IS YOUR WINNER…AND STILL CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…ACE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: And look at Karl, he just nods at Ace and walks out of here as if nothing happened. What a shocker, why did Karl do that? Does he know something we don’t?
Masters: Poor Jesse, now on his way to the see, confined inside that dark wooden box…poor Montana…
Daniels: These fans have had the time of their lives here tonight, and so have we, we hope you have too at home, look at the pictures here folks, Ace King holds his precious World Title up in the air, and we have fireworks and confetti, it’s a fantastic end to a great night.
Masters: I WANT ANSWERS!
Daniels: We all do, but we won’t have them until next Sunday night, on Overdrive, join us then folks, our time is up now, so from me Jarred Daniels and my partner William Masters, we say goodbye, JOIN US NEXT WEEK!
Masters: I am in bloody shock.
CZW President
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