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+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- A DARK TAG TEAM MATCH! -=-
TJ Hix & Caleb Walker vs. Yoshi Naniwa & Dwayne Campbell

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This match was fast and fierce as both teams were fighting for their jobs. After a few minutes of back and forth action, Hix and Walker used their strength and dirty tactics to take advantage. As Hix was looking to hit the Seek New Employment onto Dwayne Campbell, Walker did a blind tag and began arguing with Hix over who should be in the ring. As they continued to fight, Dwayne came from behind and hit the Overdrive to Walker, who ran into Hix and drove him out of the ring. Dwayne then hit the Blackout Driver, tagged in Yoshi, who came off the top with the Faia sora kara and getting the pin for his team. After the match TJ Hix was extremely upset at Walker for losing the match and ending both of their careers in CZW.

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Daniels: When we last had a CZW Overdrive show, we were in Adelaide and we had to bare witness to a horrible attack on a longtime CZW wrestler right after he lost his right to be a member of CZW. Brian Kirkland had just lost when Ryan Shane attacked him citing the fact that "Kirkland cost him the CZW Tag Team Championship."

Masters: Well if you watched that match, you would agree that he did cost Ryan Shane. Brian is the weak link of that team and deserved the Murder Scene and the beat down he received.

Daniels: However that was not last appearance during the night, he would have his presence felt during the main event between Mortius and Mike King, a battle between the CZW World Champion and the CZW Intercontinental Champion.

Masters: And Shane shocked the world by trying to King with the chair but King saw the Pearl Harbor attempt and Mortius got flattened with it and King picked up the win.

Daniels: However King was not happy with the way he won and about what happened to Brian Kirkland earlier in the night.

Masters: Yeah he wanted answers.

Daniels: This footage we are about to show you was after the show went off the air.

The scene cuts to Mike King in the ring looking out at Ryan Shane who is about to leave the ring. King looks shocked but mad at Ryan.

Mike King: Why Ryan why?

Ryan pays no attention to King and continues to leave the ring. Mike walks to him and grabs him by the arm, preventing Ryan from leaving.

King: WHY SHANE, WHY DID YOU DO IT?

Ryan turns and smirks at King and forcefully leaves and walks out of the ring and up the aisle. King is left alone in the ring.

The scene switches back to Jared Daniels and William Masters.

Daniels: I wonder if Mike will get his answers tonight.

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BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!

"Gimmie A Riot" blares through the arena as the fans in attendance cheer loudly for the latest edition of Overdrive! The signs this week are just as colorful as ever, with a few notable ones standing out:

"REHIRE FISCUS!"

"DISCIPLINE ME, THERESA!"

And "THANK YOU, SPECTACLE FOR GETTING RID OF WHAT'S HIS NAME" held by CZW's resident sign troll.

Daniels: "Welcome to Overdrive on Showtime! Jarred Daniels here with my brodcast partner William Masters, and this is our last show before Horrorcore! The final poor souls to suffer under Derek Damage's 'Damage Control Initiative' will be released by this show's end as we head to the pay per view! Not only that, but we also have the contract signing between Eddie Rowan and Mortius for their World Title match at Horrorcore, and our main event should be a barn burner for sure!"

Masters: "Such an obvious pun, Daniels? The flaming TLC match will definitely not be for the faint of heart, but it'll be worth seeing the carnage to watch El Pablo get booted out of this company for good!" Daniels: "That remains to be seen of course, but...oh, what's this??"

(The hum of the crowd echoes through The Burswood Dome as the crowd waits patiently for the first match to start. People are walking to and from there seats. child are unable to sit still, mothers hit them. No one is prepared for what is going to happen next. A ghost has come to the CZW. A spirit from a time when CZW was in the morning of its life.

BOOOM!!!

Green pyrotecnics explode. The crowd symotaniously jumps out of there skins. A familiar feeling over takes them. A familiar feeling...but a different tune. "I'm Shipping up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphy's hits te PA system like a Mini Cooper hitting a wall. The crowd, though not certain, thinks they know whats happening.

"Irish" Ian Chadwick comes from behind the curtain as the crowd errupts into extatic cheers. He wears faded blue jeans, a leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, and a black fedora. He carries with him what we've come to expect him to carry with him...a bottle of Samuel Adams in his left hand and a shot of Jamison in his right. He looks around the crowd, pointing at them with the shot in his hand. You can see his lips utter "You remember?" He then holds the shot up and the corwd screams "CHEERS!" as he drinks it.

He begins to make his way to the ring, shaking the hands of the fans and slowly drinking his beer. A smile is on his face from ear to ear as he walks up the stairs and into the ring. He signals for a production assistant to hand him a microphone....)

Ian: Well, well, well. The more things change the more they stay the same. Did Everybody miss me?

(The crowd cheers loudly)

Ian: Thank you, thank you.

(A women screams "I LOVE YOU IAN!")

Ian: I love you too sweetie. (chuckles) Before I start gushing and telling everyone here how much I missed the fans and the CZW...I want to get down to brass taks here. There has been alot of speculation about where I've been...what I've been doing. Let me just say that it's obvious that the rumor that I was in rehab is completely false!

(He slams his beer as the crowd cheers)

Ian: I'll never stop drinking! No one's gonna call me a quitter! Besides...can you really trust a man that can't drink a beer? (chuckles) I've been away for a while...and to be honest with you...it was just for personal reasons. I felt I wasn't at the top of my game and I wasn't competeing at a high level and you guys deserve better than that from me. I felt that time off to collect myself was the only way I could come in this ring and give you what you want. Now, I know I can't just show up and expect to have a title shot thrown my way...I'm not as lucky as some people. (chuckles) I'm fully prepared to fight my way to the top and give you a great show one match at a time. I could sit here and call out names of people that are currently above me in the rankings, but I'm not here to start fights with everyone on the roster. After all...some of them are my friends. It's good to see my buddy 'Zilla Sawyer still around, kicking ass. El Pablo's still winning titles. And all you other butt stains are still beating the shit out of eachother...it's good to see all of you. So, I've come to the conclusion that I should pick a fight with some of the people around here that I've never met. This is an open challenge to Riley O'Connor, Sledge, and Buzzsaw! I don't care if all of you or one of you accept, I want action. Hopefully one of you are man enough.

Sledge, buddy, I don't realy have a problem with you personally. You're just extremely ugly and I didn;t think you mind getting punched in the face by me. What's gonna happen? Am I gonna make you uglier? (chuckles)

Buzzsaw...you got something I want. I got nothing but respect for you as a champion, but I want that title. It decribes by manner of fighting to a tee. I don't expect you to just jump right in the ring with me and give me a shot at it, but I do expect you to keep an eye out for me climbing the rankings. I think you and I could put on quite a show for these wonderful fans...shit, I'll even let you pick the kind of match we have. Don't be a sissy, Buzz Lightyear. Be a fighting champion.

Which brings me to the next name on my list...Riley O'Connor. You spoiled brat! You give a bad name to Irish-Americans everywhere. You think you're a tough guy? You wouldn't last five minutes in my neighborhood, and I'd love for you to come and try. This is a personal challenge to you, Riley. I challenge you to a South Buffalo Bar Brawl. What is that, you may ask? It's simple...you and I arrive at a bar, I beat your ass, and that's that. (chuckles) Seriously though, we set up a bar scene in the ring. Complete with a bar, stools, liquor cabinet, tables, chairs, the whole sha-bang. The first person to render there opponent unconsious is the winner. I know that may seem like a little to much for you, Lil' Riley, but that's life in my neck of the woods. If you don't except I won't be surprised, but it will prove the point I'm trying to make here.

Listen to me...rambling, taking up all the air time. I just want to say I'm back and the after party is at the Merriot downtown. If your a guy...don't come.

(Ian laughs as he throws the microphone to the ground and the crowd cheers extremely loud for him. He hands the empty bottle of beer to a person in the crowd on his way back up the ramp.)

*****

Mike King appears without his CZW Intercontinental title. He looks mad and is walking with a purpose backstage. The crowd does not know how to react to him based on what happened last week.

Daniels: Well Mike King is here, let's hope for Ryan's sake, he is not here.

Masters: Ryan can hold his own but King is pissed.

King walks up and he passes Ryan Lewis. Ryan wants a word with King.

Lewis: Mike, what do you have to say about last week?

King shoves Lewis down on to the floor.

King: Shane, where are you?

King starts walking and finds someone wearing one of Ryan's hoodies looking at the wall.

King: So here you are, I've been looking for you. You have been harder to reach than the President the last two weeks you know that?

King awaits an answer but does not get one.

King: And I see you're still hard to reach. Cat's got your tongue huh?

King awaits a response again but does not get one.

King: Becoming a monk who has taken a vow of silence I see. Why haven't you gotten one of those brown robes yet Shane?

King awaits an answer once again but he does not get one.

King: Well the silent treatment, I know how to fight that.

King turns the man around and pulls the hoodie up to reveal a ski-mask. King punches the guy in the face.

King: Your balaclava does not fool me Shane.

King pulls up the ski-mask up to reveal who it is and he is shocked when he sees who it is.

King: You're, you're not Shane...

King pulls down the ski-mask down and he looks detached based on what he saw under the ski-mask.

Daniels: Who, who was that?

Masters: I have no idea but whoever it was shocked the Intercontinental champion.

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+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- TWO-ON-ONE HANDICAPPED MATCH! -=-
"The Cult of Personality" Ryan Shane vs. The Zodiac Thrilla & Jack Abraham

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Daniels: "CZW Nation we're going to start this show off with a bang, and it's not just a match, it's time for Damage Control!"

Masters: "How can you even call this a match, Daniels? This is more off a display of the hierarchy in CZW!"

Daniels: "Well after the last edition of Overdrive, it's hard to argue that Masters, no matter how much I want to. Ryan Shane set out on the war path, not only defeating CZW X-Division Champion El Pablo, but severly injured former CZW Wrestler Brian Kirkland AND THEN cost CZW World Heavyweight Champion his match against Intercontinental Champion, Mike King."

Masters: "And now our brilliant owner Derek Damage has awarded Ryan a fourth spot in the already three-way Intercontinental Title Match at Horrorcore!"

Daniels: "He needs to defeat both The Zodiac Thrilla AND Jack Abraham to do that William, and he better hope he can, because if he doesn't, he'll be on his way out the door just like Kirkland."

Masters: "Ryan is one of the most talked about names, not only in CZW, but in the wrestling world Daniels! This is just a warm-up before his title victory!"

Jessica Towers: "Ladies and Gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for One Fall!"

The fans cheer insanely as "Son of a Bitch" by Kyuss blares over the speaker system, the cheers shifting to boos. Jack Abraham enters from behind the curtain, simply glaring at the fans and shaking his head before making his way down to the ring.

Jessica Towers: "Introducing first, from Slidell, louisiana! He weighs in at 263 lbs! He is "The Renegade", JAAAAAAAAACK AAAABRAHAM!!!!!"

Jack makes his way up the steel steps, glaring into the crowd again before entering the ring.

Daniels: "Jack Abraham looks more ready than I've ever seen him!"

Masters: "You've only seen him once! We have people like him around for a reason, to beat up when no one else is around! Looks like tonight we're going to be down one, Hit the Road, Jack!"

The boos are once again replaced with cheers as "Serial Killer" by Snoop Dogg blasts into the air, The Serial Thrilla makes his way onto the entrance ramp, hood up and bandana covering his face, his bodygaurd Whiteout following him down to the ring.

Jessica Towers: "And his Partner, from San Francisico, California! He weighs in tonight at 187lbs, accompanied to the ring by Whiteout, he is The ZODIAC THRILLLLLLA!!!!!"

Zodiac leaps up onto the apron and slingshots over the top rope, pulling his hood back and removing the bandana, turning to the entrance ramp, almost ignoring his own partner.

Daniels: "There he is folks, the O.G. WHC, The zodiac Thrilla!"

Masters: "Daniels stop watching the BET, you sound like an idiot. It's not even that big of a deal, Thrilla will be making his way out of the CZW the same way he's remained for some time, uselss to CZW!"

Daniels: "He's the first ever World Heavyweight Champion, Masters! That's a feat not even Ryan Shane has reached yet!"

Masters: "In due time, Daniels, in due time!"

The music stops, the fans conversing for a moment before the lights are killed. The fans break out into boos as the silence is broken by "Feeding off your Weakness" by xAFBx ft xREIGNOFTERRORx. The lights kick in with a flashing blood red as Ryan Shane makes his way out from behind the curtain, Selena Abercombie behind him. Ryan wears a long black trenchcoat which looks like it was made by multiple pieces of leather. The shoulders are covered by a black fur with steel studs in it, and the hood of the jacket up over Ryan's head.

Jessica Towers: "And introducing the opponent! From Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada! Accompanied to the ring by Selena Abercrombie, He weighs in tonight at 245lbs! He is "The Straight Edge Curse", RYAAAAAAAAAN SHAAAAANE!!!!!!"

Masters: "Finally someone worth mentioning! "The Cult of Personality", "CZW's Surgeon General!""

Daniels: "And the Doctor is definately in, look at the blood thirsty look in his eyes! He's ready to go to....Wait, MAsters, look at this! Whiteout is standing in the way of Ryan!"

Ryan stops on the ramp as Zodiac's bodygaurd Whiteout blocks his path, crossing his massive arms and yelling at Ryan, trying to start a fight, perhaps trying to weaken Ryan to make the already one-sided odds even better for his employer. Ryan reaches his hand up, slowly removing the hood on his coat to the dismay of the crowd. Ryan removes his coat without leaving his stare down with Whiteout. He drops the coat, getting ready to fight before stopping and smirking at Whiteout, making him and the crowd confused. Screams come out from the crowd on both sides of the entrance ramp as multiple men in black hoodies, camo pants, and black bandanas jump the barricade, avoiding security and start attacking Whiteout! He fights back, knocking a few to the ground, but the sheer numbers are too much!

Daniels: "HEY! This can't even be legal! Somebody stop them!"

Masters: "YES! Yes,yes,yes, Ryan's Army showing support for their leader, taking out that big neanderthal Whiteout! Look Daniels, they're pulling him over the baricade! Ryan's army is dragging Whiteout out of the Burswood Dome!"

Ryan laughs as he continues his way to the ring, simply sliding into the ring as his music finally stops playing. He stands in the corner, cracking his neck and stretching his limbs as the bell rings. Both Abraham and Zodiac rush Ryan, hoping to get the early advantage, but the rookie experience of Abraham leads to him eating a wicked right hand punch! Jack goes down like a sack of bricks, only making room for The Zodiac Thrilla to jump in Ryan's face, both men grabbing the other with their left hands, punching them in the face with their right!

Daniels: "Just seconds into this match and it's already on fire! Zodiac and Ryan trading vicious right hand blows!"

Masters: "But look at him, Daniels! Zodiac already losing this one, Ryan is trained in various martial arts, he's argueably the best striker in CZW!"

Ryan begins fighting back Zodiac, then snaps, roaring before flooring Zodiac with one final punch! He yells again as Selena cheers at ringside, the fans booing Shane. Shane walks to the ropes, pointing at the fans in the front row and yelling at them, but he doesn't notice that Jack and Zodiac are back to their feet! Jack drops to his hands and knees as Ryan turns, only to have Zodiac leapfrog off of Jack! Ryan ducks underneath, but zodiac catching himself on the ropes, Springboard Moonsaul-NO!!!!

Daniels: "Ryan caught him! He's turning him around for the Murder Scene!"

Masters: "It's a repeat of last week! It's El Pablo all over again!"

Ryan turns around with Zodiac, only to get floored by a crossbody from Jack! He covers for the pin!

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Masters: "Not even close!"

Ryan rises to his feet quickly enough to catch Zodiac running at him and dodge out of the way, Zodiac and Jack smacking heads with great impact!

Masters: "BLOODY HELL! Did you hear that?!?!"

Daniels: "Brain damage is a must! Check the mat for skull fragments!"

Zodiac stumbles back, actually falling through the middle and top ropes onto the floor outside! Abraham turns to meet the bottom of Ryan's boot from a wicked Yakuza Kick! As soon as Jack hits the mat, Ryan picks him back up, gripping his wrist and lifting Abraham onto his right shoulder. He stalls for a moment, looking out into the crowd and yelling "SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE!" before delivering his wicked manuever by the same name! It's not over yet! Ryan keeps Jack's wrist in lock, getting to his feet and letting go wicked rapid fire boots to the side of his head!

Masters: "Ryan starting up the Boot Party here tonight!"

Daniels: "Giving the devil his due, that was a wicked combination of manuevers! Look, Jack's gone limp!"

Abraham seems to have lost all movement as Ryan continues to boot him in the head, stopping and turning him over for a pin.

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Shane can't believe it! He looks at the ref, hoping for the three. When he sees that it didn't happen, he runs to the ropes, rebounds, and cracks Abraham in the mouth with the Killshot 2!!!!! Another Cover!

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Masters: "JUST STAY DOWN!"

Daniels: "Now you're sounding like Ryan with that tone!"

Masters: "Now you're sounding like Selena with that Lisp!"

Ryan shoots up, getting in the ref's face and backing him up into the corner, screaming that he should count to three! Ryan backs off, then slashes his throat with his thumb, lifting Jack up onto his shoulders, signaling for the Murder Scene once again! Jack delivers two elbows to Ryan, reversing the move and lifting Ryan up for a Samoan Drop! Both men are leveled, Jack laying in the middle of the ring as Ryan rolls outside to the apron. Both men sit there for a moment before slowly getting up, Ryan using the ropes to his favor. Jack gains his composure, walking over and reaching for Ryan only to have his throat pulled into the ropes by Shane! Jack stumbles back into the center of the ring, coughing and trying to catch his breath. Ryan climbs ot his feet, glaring at Abraham before reaching down for his boot...

Daniels: "The Spike! Ryan hid that damn Railroad Spike in his boot!"

Jack turns as Ryan grips the spike in his hand, leaping up onto the top rope and springboarding off, flying across and slamming the spike into the forehead of Abraham!!!! Jack spins out in the air, falling unconscious on the ground!

Crowd: CZW! CZW! CZW! CZW!

Masters: "My god! That was the most wicked spike shot Ryan has ever delivered!"

Daniels: "A springboard stabbing! Jack has to be done for the night!"

Masters: "And that means he's done forever in CZW!"

Blood pours from Jack's forehead as Ryan gains his composure, only to eat a springboard dropkick from Zodiac Thrilla, the spike flying out of the ring onto the entrance ramp! Ryan immediately gets up. Zodiac runs for him, only to get leap frogged! As Zodiac turns, Ryan connects with a back gut kick, then backflips clean over him, catching Zodiac behind the waist! Ryan attempts a German, but Zodiac backflips over him!

Daniels: "What athleticism! That's two backflips in succession! Thrilla and Shane tearing the house down!"

Zodiac shoves Ryan forward, sending him into the referee, knocking the ref down into a slump! Ryan reacts by turning and delivering a ruthless Yakuza kick at the same time Thrilla connects with an equally as brutal gut kick, sending both men to the ground. Zodiac shakes his head, slowly rising to his feet as Ryan motions to Selena, who tosses something to him!

Daniels: "What was that? Selena just tossed something to Ryan!"

Ryan appears to be placing something on over his hand, as Zodiac picks him up, bringing him to his feet. Ryan throws his arms up, knocking Zodiac's away and spinning, delivering a spinning backfist! The sound of his knuckles smacking Zodiac's head sounds more than just skin and bone! Zodiac falls back limp, rebounding off of the ropes into a DDT from Ryan! Ryan doesn't let go, but rather locks his legs around zodiac's waist, locking in a front guillotine choke! The ref comes too, crawling over to the already knocked out Zodiac! He lifts his arm up!

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"Feeding off your Weakness" blares over the speakers again as Ryan lets Zodiac go, rolling over on his side and removing the glove Selena had slid him and sliding it into his pocket!

Jessica Towers: "Here is your winner, RYAAAAAAN SHAAAAAANE! And as a result of the Damage Control stipulation, Jack Abraham and The Zodiac Thrilla are FIRED!"

Daniels: "I can't believe this! Ryan Shane has just ended the careers of an up and comer Jack Abraham and our first World Champion The Zodiac Thrilla! That makes three world champions in two shows! Who can stop this man?"

Masters: "Nobody Jarred! Ryan Shane has become a killer in the past few weeks! The War is here!"

Shane attempts to leave the ring, stopping as he notices a tug on his pantleg. He stops, looking down to a blood-soaked Abraham, broken and defeated but still clutching to whatever false hope he had left to keep his already lost job. He tried to pull himself up, but fell. Ryan rolle dhis eyes, having enough, he shoved Jack down, then looked out of the ring at Jessica Towers and the Time keeper. A smirk grew on his face as he yelled out to Selena to get him the chairs!

Daniels: "No! This can't be happening! Ryan's going for a repeat of last week!"

Selena throws Jessica out of her chair, sliding it in to Ryan, then doing the same with the Time Keeper. Ryan unfolds one chair, placing it infront of a turnbuckle before dragging Abraham to it, placing his head through the back of the chair. Ryan climbs on then sits on the turnbuckle, the folded chair in his right hand. He studies Abraham for a second before standing up,gripping the chair with both hands, and raising it up above his head before!!!!

????: "Bravo!"

Ryan stops his attack, lowering the chair and looking at the top of the entrance ramp to see none other than Derek Damage, applauding with one hand and his forearm, a mic to his lips.

Damage: "Bravo Ryan, that was exactly what I wanted to see! Ruthless, savage, animalistic aggression! I knew I saw something special in you!"

Ryan looks at Damage with confusion in his eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

Damage: "Now, a deal is a deal, even with the devil himself, so as I told CZW.com earlier in the month, as a result of your victory, you're getting the shot at Mike King that you wanted! You're now the fourth man in the Intercontinental Championship Match!"

Shane's smirk grew even wider as he nodded to Damage as a sign of respect and thanks, before quickly shooting his glare at Abraham and lifting the chair, falling, and slamming it into his skull with The Fallout!

Daniels: "Damn it! That sadistic move of Ryan Shane! Someone call the EMTs!"

Masters: "That's The Fallout, Daniels! Get used to seeing it, because I don't see Ryan leaving CZW anytime soon!"

"Feeding off your Weakness" plays again as Ryan rolls out of the ring, Selena quickly joining him as the two make their way to the back, the medics rushing past him to aid Abraham and Zodiac in the ring.

*****

The video feed switches from the announce table to the office of Theresa Baines as we see Godzilla Sawyer, dressed in his typical out-of-ring garb of blue jeans and a T-Shirt (a red shirt with the Beatles Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band record album cover on the front) walking in.

Sawyer: “Thanks for seeing me, Mrs. Baines.”

Baines: “Not at all, J. A. Please make it brief if you can, we are in the middle of a program.”

Sawyer: “Certainly. With me not having a specific role in the Horrorcore Pay-Per-View, I’ve been brainstorming about where I could fit.”

Baines: “You losing that match didn’t help matters. We all really expected you to be part of the Intercontinental title picture. Once tonight is done we will be finalizing the remaining matches for the show. It is my intention for you to be there, we just need to know who is available after tonight is done. Our matches today will determine the final title contenders, and also who...is left after Derek Damage’s matches.”

Sawyer: “He’s making it tougher, isn’t he?”

Baines: “How many more talents can we lose?”

Sawyer: “Well, Mrs. Baines, I have an idea that I think will help out. Whether I have a match or not, it will put me into a prominent part of the show which will retain interest from viewers. I mean, honestly, with so many guys gone suddenly, I am one of the top draws in the roster. Having me early in the show won’t work well.”

Baines, nodding thoughtfully: “So what is your idea?”

Sawyer: “Nothing that will change the show at all. What I imagine...”

With that the feed returns to the announce team.

*****

-=- TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! -=-
Rosman Ballard vs. Alexander Slate vs. Garrett William

*****

Daniels: Here we go folks a triple threat match with three men involved in BIG matches at Horrorcore.

Masters: That’s right I am going to look forward to Alexander Slate winning the X Division title at Horrorcore.

Daniels: Also the Kansas Colossus Garrett Williams and Rosman Ballard are going to be involved in that giant Ultra Violent Championship Scramble at Horrorcore. The three of them face off in a triple threat match with the winner gaining some much needed momentum going into Horrorcore.

Then Scatman by Scatman John begins to play and the fans cheer as Rosman Ballard is on the stage playing to the fans.

Jessica: The following is a triple threat match. Introducing first he is from the Dungeon Master’s Lair. Rosman Ballard.

Rosman slides in the ring and jumps on the second rope throwing his hands in the air as the fans cheer. Those cheers quickly turn into boos as Run with the Wolves by The Prodigy begins to play and Alexander Slate is now on the stage.

Jessica: Now introducing, he hails from Traverse City Michigan. He is The Paragon Alexander Slate!

Slate goes right to the ring as he goes up on the apron and through the ropes entering the ring as he is staring a hole through Ballard awaiting the next opponent, Then Down with the Sickness begins to play as the boos take complete control of the arena and Garrett Williams is now on the stage.

Jessica: And finally, he is from Wichita Kansas. He is the Colossus Garrett Williams.

Garrett is up on the apron as the bell rings and Rosman and Slate start working together as they both dropkick one of the legs of Garrett. Garrett falls off the apron and his head hit’s the edge of it as Garrett is down .

Daniels: Slate and Rosman are seemingly doing the right thing here trying to take the Giant man out of the equation early you have to like this game plan.

Masters: It doesn’t really matter. He’s a Fiscus damn it. He will win this match.

Daniels: Well Garrett is down on the outside of the ring Rosman turns to Slate and goes for a high five but Slate simply kicks him in the gut and hit’s a Northern Lights Suplex early. He bridges 1.…..2.…. No Rosman gets the shoulder up. Slate though stays on the offensive as he mounts and starts raining down rights and lefts onto Rosman. Slate looks over his shoulder and notices the Giant is stirring. Slate gets off of Rosman as he bounces off the ropes and charges. He dives between the top and second rope hitting a suicide dive into the sternum of Garrett. Garrett stumbles backwards and is down on one knee.

Masters: Just a roadblock for Garrett. He is getting back up but what is Rosman doing. He is up on the top rope. He jumps into Garrett who simply catches him it’s going to take a lot more than just Rosman Ballard to take out Garrett. Wait here comes Slate he hits Garrett with a dropkick to the knee. Garrett falls forwards while falling forwards he slams Rosman to the floor. Slate is standing in the ring alone as both men are down on the outside and the referee starts his count.

Daniels: Alexander Slate the smallest man in the match is standing tall in this triple threat match. Garrett is stirring now as he is climbing into the ring. Garrett is stepping over the top rope as Slate springboards off the top rope and Garrett catches him by the throat. Slate is flailing his arms and legs and trying to get loose as Garrett is now in the ring and slams Slate to the canvas with a big Choke Slam. Garrett is going for the cover. 1.…2.…. Rosman breaks it up. Masters: Here we go Garrett is officially in control. Garrett is at a vertical base now and he is going to be hard to stop. Garrett grabs Rosman now and throws him into the turnbuckle. He starts choking him with his boot as Rosman is trying to move the boot but it is not going to happen. Garrett takes a few steps back and hits an avalanche into the corner on Rosman. Rosman is down and Garrett turns around and sees Alexander Slate charging at him. He knocks him down with “The Migraine” that big boot takes Slate off his feet. Rosman is stirring now and is getting back to his feet.

Daniels: I don’t usually agree. But Garrett is in absolute control right now and it appears as if he’s unstoppable. He starts walking towards Rosman as Rosman is hitting Garrett with some Forearms. He’s now throwing some kicks to the legs trying to chop the big man down so to speak. Garrett throws a big haymaker but Rosman ducks as the Big man spins around presenting his back to Rosman who hits him with The Beholder’s Paralyzer. That Backstabber has taken the big man off his feet as now Rosman goes for the cover. 1.….2.…nope the Giant powers out. Rosman notices Slate stirring as he goes over and starts speaking to Slate. He points to the big man they could be scheming a plan to take out The Colossus.

Masters: They both start stomping away at Garrett as they both bring the big man to his feet. They are attempting a double suplex. It’s not working the big man isn’t budging. Wait what is this….

Daniels: GARRETT JUST SUPLEXED BOTH ROSMAN AND ALEXANDER SIMULTANEOUSLY!

Masters: An amazing show of strength by Garrett as he just suplexed both of his opponents. He goes for the cover on Slate but only gets a two count. The giant is mad now as he grabs Slate and lifts him up. He has Slate Pressed over his head what is he going to do?

Daniels: Nothing apparently here comes Rosman who dives off the top rope hitting a close line on Garrett. Garrett is off his feet and Slate falls on Garrett with an impromptu splash. Slate is still on for the cover 1.…..2.….no! Garrett gets out of that with ease as he throws Slate out of the ring.

Masters: That might not necessarily be a horrible thing for The Paragon as he could use this as a bit of a break while Garrett and Rosman face off. Garrett hits Rosman with a big right hand. Rosman takes a step back and fires back with a right of his own. He is now unloading with rights and lefts and kicks trying to stun the big man. He goes to lift him up for a body slam but Garrett isn’t budging. He clubs Rosman’s back with his arm and Rosman is in pain now.

Daniels: Now Garrett it on the offensive as he has Rosman over his head. He hit’s a big Gorilla Press Slam on Rosman as he goes down for the cover and the ref counts 1.……2.………SLATE!

Masters: Slate with a wicked drop kick to the temple of Garrett Williams. That rocked the big man, as Slate is now on Rosman. He starts hitting him with kicks and punches as Rosman is on his feet. Slate bounces off the ropes and hits Rosman with the Pursuit of Perfection! That diving European Uppercut sending Rosman to his backside. Slate is in clear control now as he grabs Rosman and is bringing him to his feet. He hits Rosman with that Bridging Fisherman Suplex he calls the Clarion Call however he does stay on for the pin.

Daniels: Well Rosman is clearly out of the match for now and he locks on the Paragon Lock on Garrett! WILL THE BIG MAN TAP OUT!? He has it locked in in the middle of the ring. Garrett could be tapping. Wait Alexander Slate just breaks the hold. He stands up and looks at the carnage in the ring as he leaves the ring and grabs a microphone?

Slate: Look at what I’ve done in the ring there. I did that. Do you know why this has happened to them? This happened because I am the best pure wrestler in CZW! This happened because no one in CZW can stand up to what I bring to the table. I am The Paragon Alex Slate. I am getting ready to put a freaking squirrel out of his misery! I am getting ready to embarrass a Fiscus live on PPV! I am too good to be in this ring right now.

Slate then throws the microphone down and proceeds to just leave the ring.

Daniels: Is it just me or did Slate just walk out?

Masters: You heard him! He’s the freaking Paragon. He is going to win the X Division title. This is a waste of his time he doesn’t wanna get hurt so he simply left! Smart thinking Alexander Slate there he could be the smartest star in CZW not just the most dangerous and best pure wrestler!

Daniels: While that is being said both Rosman and Garrett are still in this match. Garrett is up as Rosman charges and hit’s a cross body sending both him and Garrett out of the ring! This match has spilled ot the outside as the referee starts a count!

Masters: Look at this both men are slowly getting to there feet as Garrett is getting the upper hand it seems. He hit’s a knee to his the Ribs of Rosman and he lifts him up and body slams him to the mat. Rosman writhing in pain as Garrett is in complete control.

Daniels: The Referee is still counting he is up as high as five could we have a double count out?

Masters: Garrett is definitely aware of this as he grabs Rosman and lifts him up. He has him on his shoulder and is going for some snake eyes perhaps crack Rosman’s head off of the ring post. Rosman is doing his best to get out as he does get out and he pushes Garrett into the ring post stunning the big man. Rosman is now looking under the ring and he grabs a chair. Garrett is down on one knee as Rosman swings and NAILS Garrett in the head with that chair shot knocking the big man out.

Daniels: The referee is at eight as Rosman slides back in the ring.

Nine………………………………...........................TEN!

Masters: I don’t friggin believe it!

Daniels Rosman Ballard ha sjust won this Triple Threat Match!

Jessica: Your winner of the match as a result of count out. ROSMAN BALLARD!

Scatman begins to play as Rosman is playing to the crowd celebrating his victory.

Daniels: In what can only be described as one of the craziest Triple Threat Match in recent memory for Overdrive. Rosman Ballard the biggest underdog in this match has walked away with a countout victory!

Masters: What a load of crap! Just you wait until Horrorcore when Garrett is in that Ultraviolent Scramble. Rosman better enjoy this because he could very well be a dead man a Horrorcore.

Daniels: In the mean time it was Rosman Ballard who walks out of this match the winner with all the momentum going into Horrorcore!

*****

Ryan: Hello ladies and gentlemen I am here with the self professed King of Entertainment. Mr. Entertainment, Sleazy B himself Brian Blaze.

Brian Blaze then walks onto the screen decked out in a very nice suit wearing some shades with his hair pushed back.

Ryan: Brian, with Horrorcore coming up just around the corner the public is wondering. What does Brian Blaze have in store for Horrorcore?

Brian: Well you see recently at Pay Per View’s I’ve been in a bit of a slump. I recall losing a Steel City Death Match to El Pablo. Also, I recall being in the last ever match up under the team name of Beautiful Agony. My PPV record hasn’t been great lately however, that is all going to change, at the next Pay per View I will face…….. YOSHI NANIWA!

Ryan: Seriously?

Brian: Absolutely not! I have to make this memorable. I have to make sure that this is going to be the match of the night. I have to make sure that after this is all said and done. The next one in line for a World Heavyweight Title Match is me Brian Blaze. However, the person I have in mind well I wonder how much he’ll bring to the table.

Ryan: What do you mean?

Brian: Well don’t get me wrong he’s a hell of an athlete but I want him to be ready for this. I want him to bring his A game. I want this to be an absolutely five star match. So I’m going to have to stir the pot. I’m going to have to make a strike that he won’t soon forget. I am going to do something that makes sure he gets that fire under his belly to make this one hell of a match. The respect is there but I don’t want a respectful match. I want a god damn dog fight. Well, with what I have in mind a dog fight is what I’ll get. Isn’t it mate?

Brian then winks at the camera as he walks off the screen leaving everyone wondering who he wants to challenge for Horrorcore.

*****

Suddenly we break off to find J. A. Sawyer, still in jeans and T-shirt, is talking on a mobile phone.

Sawyer: “Yup, she agreed, it’s all moving forward. All I have to do now is speak to one of the participants, see who wants to make a deal. Yeah, I agree, this will be a big surprise and will either put me back into the running for either the IC belt OR the Heavyweight title. And no one knows that you are working with me in the background....I made a big impact t the last Horrorcore two years ago, this one will be no different. I’ll talk to you after the show.”

Godzilla turns to see the camera, and then he smirks.

*****

Born in a burial gown blasts out of the speakers as the crowd goes crazy. Jakob Mayhem walks out onto the stage and looks around. His hair hanging down and covering his face, his normal attire covered by a long leather coat.

Making his way down the ramp he ignores the fans, some yelling and cussing at him, others flipping him off, while others throw trash his way. Getting to the ring, he takes his time getting in it as he turns and looks around the crowd.

Daniels: Well it seems someone wants to be seen for a change.

Masters: Why shouldn’t he? He hasn’t done anything wrong.

Daniels: After all the things he has done to Buzzsaw and Covey, you think he is innocent?

Masters: No he isn’t innocent, but he is taking care of business. That’s what a man like him does. He takes matters in his own hand when he has to.

Finally getting in the ring, he walks over to the ropes and motions for a mic and then a chair. Taking the chair he opens it and puts it in the middle of the ring and looks around at the fans before he sits down.

Jakob: For the last few months I have done everything I could to help make the UV Title worth something.

The crowd roars, chants of shut the fuck up goes off.

Jakob: Yeah yeah, you all keep chanting and my opinion of you can’t get any lower. Time after time I have sweated, bled, endured pain like no other man can and what have I got for it?

Wah, wah, wah chants echo as the crowd reminds him they hate him.

Jakob: I do what I have to in order to make my name known. I do what I need to in order to climb the ladder to the top. Yet I don’t get what I have coming to me. Here comes Horrorcore and what happens? Every worthless piece of shit comes asking for a title match and they get it. And why do they get it? Because Buzzsaw, good old Derek, knows he can take them all apart on a bad night. None of those fools can handle the champ like I can. Covey couldn’t handle him.

“You suck” chants continue. Yeah the crowd is real imaginative.

Jakob: Derek you know with Covey out of the picture the only real competition is me. Yet here I am, having to take matters into my own hands. There isn’t anyone in the back that wants a piece of me, so I am going to sit here in the middle of the ring till one thing happens. That one thing is Baines wiggles her tight ass out here and puts me in that match for the UV Title at Horrorcore. I want ….. no that’s not right …. I demandthat you put me in that match. I deserve it. I earned it. I demand it. Now give me what I want or this show is over.

Sitting back in the chair, he looked at the fans as he waited. The fans throwing things at him, he ignores it as he waits. His wait isn’t long.

“Jakob Mayhem!!”

The crowd cheered as the screen came to life with the visage of Theresa Baines came into view. She was sitting in her office. She was pissed to say the least.

Jakob: Well if it isn’t our ….

Baines: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!

The crowd certainly loved that.

Baines: For the last few weeks you have done nothing but drive me crazy with phone calls and messages and tonight your damn face in my office. I told you over and over that you were not in the picture anymore. That it was time to let some of the other talent have a shot at the title. Yet here you are acting like a spoiled brat threatening to hold your breath to get what you want. It isn’t going to work. I don’t bow to threats, especially not from the likes of you. Now get your ass out of my ring and out of my building. You are not going to be put in that match!

Jakob: Baines, I told you over and over that the UV Title was made hot and wanted because of me. You know it, these idiots sitting here and at home know it and best of all Derek knows it. “I” [/b[ am the real champ and I want my title to rub it in your face.

Baines: I have no time for this. Security do your job.

The crowd roars with approval as several security come running towards the ring. Jakob makes no move till the first one enters the ring. Leaping to his feet, he hits a spinning back kick that launches the security dude back through the ropes to the floor. The second is met with a hard shot to the face that drops him like a sack of potatoes. The third and fourth manage to get a few shots in and they serve to only infuriate him. Backing up to the ropes, he reaches into a pocket and his hand comes out with brass knuckles on his fist.

Daniels: This is wrong!! They need to get someone out here that knows how to handle someone like Mayhem!!

Masters: Oh leave him alone, he was slighted and he wants what’s his. What is wrong with that?

Daniels: Oh I don’t know it could be the fact that he is going to kill the security?

Masters: Then they should go secure themselves backstage.

Jakob draws back and blasts the security guard nearest him. The guard hits the mat and blood starts trickling down his face. The next guard meets the same fate. The largest of the security guards stops in the middle of the ring and actually motions for Jakob to come at him. With a smirk on his face he takes off the brass knuckles and tosses them to the guard. Waiting till he actually puts them on, he walks to the middle and stands right before him. Turning his head and motioning for him to take his best shot, the guard looks at Jakob, then his fist then at the crowd. He draws back and Jakob kicks him in the junk, dropping the guard to his knees. Laughing as the guard holds his nuts, Jakob takes out a pair of handcuffs, pulls the bleeding guard to the ropes and cuffs both arms to the top rope so he is half hanging half sagging. Not to overlook the big boy, Jakob drags him to the opposite side of the ring and repeats the same thing. The other guards try to get in the ring, but a hard chair shot puts them back outside. He looks up at the screen and sees Baines watching with a look of horror on her face.

Daniels: This has gone on long enough, someone get out here and stop this maniac.

Masters: If you are so concerned, why don’t you do something?

Daniels: I wouldn’t stand a chance.

Masters: Then shut up and watch.

Looking around for the mic, he picks it up and smirks as he looks up at Baines.

Jakob: Now, here is how this is going to work. You put me in that match like I deserve. Or you will need new security, what will it be?

Baines covered her face with her hands and looked even more pissed tinged with worry.

Baines: No. I said it a thousand times already. NO!!

Jakob: Fine, this is on your head then.

Dropping the mic, he reached into and inside pocket and pulled out a glove, slipping it on, he started peeling off black tape that was covering the gloves. They were coated with glass. He smiled as he walked over to the smaller of the two guards that he had shackled and held him by the hair. The look of fear was strong on the guards face as Jakob raised his big ham sized fist and brought it down, Over and over, the guards face turning into a mess of torn flesh and blood. Jakob laughing as the guard sags limp against the ropes.

Picking up the mic,

Jakob: How about now?

He didn’t wait for an answer. He reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a small can and a lighter, he walked over to the bigger guard and laughed as he stayed just out of reach and opened the can and began squirting the fluid on the guards crotch. Tossing the empty can away, he stepped in and blasted the guard in the face with his gloved hand. The guard bled like a stuck pig and sagged against the ropes as he lit the zippo and held it up. The crowd going nuts as he did. He picked up the mic one more time and looked at the screen to see Baines looking ill.

Jakob: Last chance or Christmas comes early with nuts roasting on an open fire. What do you say?

Baines: FINE!!! JUST STOP!! You are in the match.

Jakob: Say that again!!

Baines: I SAID YOU ARE IN THE MATCH!!! BUT I AM INSTRUCTING EVERYONE IN IT TO BEAT YOUR ASS NO MATTER WHAT ELSE THEY DO!! YOU GET ME MAYHEM??!! THEY ARE GOING TO COME AFTER YOU!!!

Laughing as he looked at her and then at the guard.

Jakob: Fine by me.

Baines: Now put that lighter down and get out of the ring so I can get those men some help.

Jakob: You want me to put the lighter down?

Baines: Yes.

Shrugging and tossing the mic away, Jakob walked towards the ropes and right before he started to get out of the ring, he turned and threw the lighter on the guard, the fluid erupting into a huge ball of flame. The guard thrashing and screaming as Jakob drops out of the ring laughing.

Daniels: SOMEONE GET OUT HERE!!

Masters: “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire”

Daniels: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND??! THAT MAN IS BURNING!!!

Masters: You lost your volume control? He isn’t burning, he is roasting.

The Emts hit the ring quick, fire extinguishers in their hands, the fire out and them checking on the guards, trying to get them loose.

Daniels: Cut to a break, I don’t care what it is, just cut.

Masters: Nothing like burning flesh early in the morning.

Daniels: Just shut up, just shut the hell up.

*****

-=- IC TITLE CONTENDERS FACE OFF ONE-ON-ONE! -=-
Ronnie McNeil vs. "Weed Whackin" Waylon Krew

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DANIELS: Welcome back to Overdrive, folks! We're about reaching the halfway point of the night, and up next is our second of only TWO matches on the card NOT to carry the "Damage Control" stipulation!

MASTERS: That's right! Although if you ask me, Waylon Krew isn't too far off feeling the unforgiving strength of Damage's hand! That man has NO respect for the spirit of competition in this company!

DANIELS: I thought that's the sort of thing that would place you firmly in his camp, William?

MASTERS: Well, you'd be right.. but, these fans seem to like him, so unfortunately I'm unable to.

DANIELS: It's as simple as that, is it?

MASTERS: Basically. I.. HEY!

EL PABLO: Sup boys?

DANIELS: What the.. El Pablo! Where the hell did you come from!?

EL PABLO: I hitched a ride on a few of my buddies just behind us here. I figured that, since this could be my last night as a CZW employee, I'd come out and spend a little quality time with the two guys who've helped fill the world in on just how I've managed to become such an awesome force within the CZW!

MASTERS: Oh joy...

"King Of My World" by Saliva hits the soundsystem.

TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Birmingham, Alabama.. weighing in at 260lbs.. he is "SIMPLY" RONNIE MCNEIL!!!!!

McNeil steps out onto the stage, the hood of his trademark jacket concealing his features from the fans, who offer him a mixed - though largely positive - reaction. He makes his way down the ramp and into the ring, appearing fully focused on the match ahead as he removes his jacket and performs a few last-minute warm-ups.

DANIELS: McNeil looking primed and ready for action here.. EP, you've had a fair amount of history with Ronnie McNeil, what are your thoughts on his decision to make a comeback here?

EL PABLO: History is right, I've probably had more matches against Ronnie than almost any other CZW roster member past or present. Admittedly, we've never exactly seen eye-to-eye for pretty much all of that time.. but, I have to say, when Ronnie's on form, there are few better straight-up athletes in the game than him!

McNeil's music fades, and a few seconds pass before "Fuck This System" by System of a Down hits the speakers, causing the crowd to let of a slightly larger pop for the second competitor.

TOWERS: And his opponent.. from Washington DC.. weighing in at 252lbs.. "Weed Whackin'" WAYLON KREW!!!!!

Krew steps out onto the stage, the crowd's excitement building even further at the sight of his trademark weed whacker. Krew revs the motor a few times, pointing it deliberately in the direction of his opponent in the ring, before making his way down the ramp.

DANIELS: Waylon Krew a competitor you know slightly less about, certainly first-hand, EP.. what are your thoughts on him?

EL PABLO: I think he's good! He obviously fits the CZW "ethos"..

DANIELS: Somewhat unstable mentally, with a taste for extreme violence?

EL PABLO: Right. He's certainly got the potential to be a future star here, and what better way to further show that than by getting a one-on-one victory over a CZW Original?

Krew enters the ring, leaving his whacker on the outside. His music fades, and he and McNeil commence the traditional circling of the ring as the referee calls for the opening bell.

DING DING!

DANIELS: We are underway!

Straight away, the differences in styles comes to the fore, as McNeil goes for a lock-up only for Krew to catch him in the midsection with a stiff body blow. Krew follows up with a few more shots, both to the head and sternum, before whipping McNeil off the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but McNeil ducks.. rebounds.. rolls under a second attempt.. jumps up, and nails a turning Krew with a T-Bone suplex. McNeil leaps back to his feet, with Krew following just behind. McNeil whips Krew off the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with a high-angle spinebuster. McNeil jumps up again, and this time drags Krew up, draping him over his shoulders and hitting a Samoan piledriver.

DANIELS: And McNeil quickly taking the advantage.. what a trio of moves there by the CZW Original!

EL PABLO: Like I said, Jarred, when it comes to straight-up "wrestling", there are very few people who can stand up to Ronnie McNeil!

McNeil gets up once again, a sly grin on his face perhaps suggesting that he agrees with EP's assessment of his abilities. He gazes down at Krew, who rolls on the mat clutching the back of his neck, before dropping down on top of him and locking in a camel clutch.

DANIELS: Camel Clutch, McNeil could be looking for a submission already!

Krew growls in discomfort as McNeil wrenches back on the hold, reaches his arms out in an attempt to reach the ropes.

EL PABLO: Unless he's got Go Go Gadget Arms, that ain't gonna get him free!

Mercifully for Krew, an escape does come, but only through McNeil deciding not to see the submission through to any sort of conclusion. He stands back up, and stomps down on Krew's back a couple of times, following up with an elbow drop. McNeil then goes right back to the submissions, wrapping Krew up in a Bow & Arrow Lock.

MASTERS: Krew's getting a real lesson here.. a TRUE wrestling education!

DANIELS: Certainly Krew has a reputation more within the hardcore field than your more traditional grappling style.. it'll be interesting to see how he counters this offence from Ronnie McNeil, if indeed he can!

EL PABLO: He hasn't managed to get going yet, he needs to shake the cobwebs out and try and get some sort of foothold in this match. Hell, right now he'd probably take the old "roll out of the ring and run around" strategy!

DANIELS: I think Ronnie would do well to prevent that happening as much as possible.. after all, you won't find many foreign objects when you're tied up in the centre of the ring!

Once again, McNeil releases the hold, getting back to his feet as Krew tries to recover from the opening onslaught. Krew slowly makes his way over to the corner, McNeil watching on intently as he starts to pull himself up. Suddenly, McNeil charges, looking for a body splash.. but Krew moves! However, McNeil manages to land with both feet on the second rope! He steps down onto the mat, and turns.. just as Krew charges in.. but McNeil drops to the mat, catching Krew with a drop toe hold that sends him tumbling face-first into the padding of the second rope.

DANIELS: Down goes Krew, McNeil just looking a couple of seconds sharper so far in this match.

Krew slowly peels himself off the padding, and rolls over.. just in time to see the sole of McNeil's boot colliding with his face.

EL PABLO: Facewash! That ALWAYS sucks to take!

With Krew slumped in the corner, McNeil looks out into the crowd, shrugging his shoulders before gesturing down at Krew. Above the noise of the crowd we can just make out..

MCNEIL: So this is the future of this company? Really? This is the "next big thing"?

The crowd begins to boo, apparently not impressed with McNeil's attitude.

EL PABLO: Ahh, and there's the.. shall we say "confidence" of Ronnie McNeil, coming to the fore!

DANIELS: That's a little disrespectful, if you ask me..

MASTERS: No-one did.

DANIELS: ..and I think the fans certainly seem to be of the same opinion as me, a rather hostile reaction to McNeil's display.

MASTERS: I don't know why.. look at him! They should be applauding such a dominant, exemplorary display!

If McNeil's comments were regarded as disrespectful, then his decision to bend down and start slapping Krew across the face certainly are, the jeers growing even further in intensity.

MCNEIL: C'mon Waylon! Get up, big boy! Show me something! Anything! TESTIFYYYY!

McNeil hauls Krew up to his feet, and drags him out of the corner. He whips him off the ropes, and is met with a HUGE bicycle kick that actually spins him a full 360-degrees before he crumples to the mat in a drooling heap.

DANIELS: GOOD LORD!!! WAYLON KREW JUST NEARLY BEHEADED RONNIE MCNEIL WITH THAT KICK!!!

EL PABLO: He kicked the spit quite literally out of his BAH GAWD mouth!!!

The crowd gives off a huge pop as Krew roars out, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull with intensity. Without skipping a beat, he quickly circles the ring, before hopping over McNeil's body and hitting the ropes, snapping immediately down to the mat with a high-impact headbutt. Waylon pulls himself up, and follows with a leg drop, before hooking McNeil's leg and going for a cover.

ONE!

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Krew gets back to his feet, pulling McNeil with him. He goes to whip him, but keeps hold, drawing him back in and kneeing him in the gut. McNeil doubles over, and Krew hits the ropes.. only to get caught on the rebound with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex.

DANIELS: OH! And just like that, McNeil catches him!

McNeil gets back to his feet, attempting to shake off the couple of heavy blows to his head. He turns round, and sees Krew also getting up. Krew charges, but McNeil catches him with another spinebuster, this time keeping hold of Krew's legs and attempting to roll him into a Boston crab situation.

MASTERS: Here he goes, another submission move on the way!

DANIELS: But Krew's fighting it with all he has!

In an attempt to overcome Krew's resistance, Ronnie leans in, attempting to gain control over as much of his body as possible. This proves to be a mistake, as Krew is able to grab him by the hair, landing a couple of punches before sitting up and headbutting him repeatedly. McNeil staggers backwards, releasing the hold and falling back against the turnbuckle. Krew gets to his feet, and crushes McNeil with a body splash. He pulls him out of the corner, and attempts an Irish whip. McNeil reverses.. but Krew counters the counter, sending McNeil hurtling into the opposite turnbuckle at such speed that he bounces right off and down onto the mat.

DANIELS: Oh MAN, that was like a slingshot, right into the turnbuckle!

EL PABLO: Can you say wiplash?

Krew steps up to McNeil, who is writhing in pain on the mat. He kicks him in the chest, so as to make him roll over onto his back, then drops down to a knee, grabbing McNeil around the throat. McNeil starts kicking his legs, desperately trying to free himself, as Krew leans right in, getting right up in McNeil's face.

KREW: TESTIFYYYYY!!!!!

With that, Krew hauls McNeil up to his feet, and whips him off the ropes. McNeil rebounds, and Krew hoists him up over his shoulders, causing the fans to jump to their feet in sudden excitement..

DANIELS: Ohhhh hold on a second! This could be...

Before Daniels can finish his sentence, McNeil manages to wriggle free of Krew's clutches, slipping down to the mat behind him. McNeil spins Krew round, and kicks him in the gut. He hits the ropes, and goes for a scissor kick.. only for Krew to stand up out of the way! Ronnie spins round, and Krew hoists him up onto his shoulders again..

EL PABLO: Take two!

DANIELS: Waylon Krew has Ronnie up.. he could be looking for...

Krew throws McNeil off his shoulders..

THUD!

DANIELS: FLAWLESS! FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

MASTERS: BRILLIANT!

DANIELS: Ronnie McNeil nails Krew with his signature move, just as it looked like Krew was about to put him out for the count!

Ronnie rolls back to his feet, and quickly hauls Krew back up to a standing position. He takes a rather cocky look around the arena, before planting Krew with a devestating IMPERFECTIONS.

DANIELS: And there it is! The cover!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!!!!!

DING DING DING!

TOWERS: Here is your winner.. RONNIE MCNEIL!!!!!

"King Of My World" by Saliva returns to the soundsystem, as the referee raises McNeil's hand in victory.

DANIELS: Well there you have it, Ronnie McNeil earns himself bragging rights going into Horrorcore, with a convincing victory over a somewhat out-of-sorts Waylon Krew!

EL PABLO: That he did, Jarred! Although I have to say, I don't think Krew looked anything like the competitor we know he can be tonight. Perhaps he was wrestling with one eye on the Pay-Per-View.. who knows? But, take nothing away from Ronnie, he's looked in tip-top form since making his return!

MASTERS: He's the man! GO RONNIE!!!

EL PABLO: Well gents, it's been a thrill.. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a career to try and save!

DANIELS: Best of luck, Pablo.. Folks, we'll see you in a little bit, right here on SHOWTIME!!!

*****

We see CZW comissioner Theresa Baines sitting behind her desk in her office. In the middle of her conversation, the door opens and in walks "The Misfit" Mike Monroe, who sits in one of the chairs opposite her desk. She hangs up the phone and looks at him, slightly peeved.

Baines: "To what do I owe this unexpected...visit, Mr. Monroe?"

Monroe: "Well...ma'am, the reason I am here is regarding my upcoming TV Title match at Horrorcore."

Baines: "Yes, well what about it?"

Monroe: "Given how I was screwed out of my title, I feel that I should choose the stipulation on which my title is rightly defended."

Baines sits forward in her chair slightly and folds her hands together.

Baines: "First of all, as of right now it isn't your title. It will only become your title if...and that's a big IF...you win at Horrorcore. Second of all, I make the decisions here, not you."

Theresa stops, as if a sudden thought just popped in her head, smiled and looked back at Mike.

Baines: "You know what, Mike? I like you. You have been here a long time and have been one of the most consistent guys on the roster. The fans like you. And if the fans like you, I like you even more. This one time, yes, you get to pick the stipulation of the title match at Horrorcore. Now what did you have in mind?"

Mike just looked at her and grinned.

Monroe: "After beating Havok put the final nail in the Beautiful Agony coffin, I wondered to myself what else is there to do. I needed to keep myself gainfully occupied as I moved on. So what better way to welcome the new me is to win my title back in a ... No Escape Cage Match."

Baines shook her head in approval, before standing up.

Baines: "You got it, given the nature of the PPV, it seems to fit. Win or lose, however this is it. You lose. you go to the back of the line and have to earn your shot. Now if you excuse me, I have other matters to attend to."

Mike stood up and made his way out of the room, but before he left, he looked back at her and gave her a small sneer.

*****

+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- FORMER PARTNERS FIGHT TO KEEP THEIR RESPECTIVE JOBS! -=-
"The Mountain Man" Joshua Newsome vs. "The King of Chaos" Tim Timmons

*****

Daniels: Well ever since Damage Control was announced by Derek Damage we have seen some of the top stars in this company given pink slips, well up next now only will the CZW be losing another member but The Next Generation will either lose a member or the leader….

Masters: Tim Timmons is The Next Generation, if The Mountain Man somehow falls into a victory here tonight The Next Generation dies, plain and simple.

Daniels: Well tonight former tag team partners lock up and only one will have a job at nights end, Jessica Towers is in the ring so lets sent it up to her….

*DING DING DING*

Jessica Towers: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a DAMAGE CONTROL MATCH!!!!! The loser of this match will be FIRED in accordance to Mr. Damage’s stipulation. Introducing fist being accompanied down to the ring by Carnage, from Toronto Ontario Canada….weighing in tonight at 268lbs…..he is the leader of The Next Generation…… ‘THE KING OF CHAOS’ TIM TIMMONS!!!!!!!!!!!!

-The reaction is mixed as ‘Wanted Man’ hits and the lights turn off and a red and blue spotlight hits the stage where Tim Timmons walks out too, he is followed closely by Carnage. Timmons hesitates and then begins his walk to the ring.-

Daniels: What has to be going on in his head, this could be his final time walking to a CZW ring.

Masters: Tim Timmons has been a fixture here in the CZW, this is an outrage that his job is on the line here tonight.

Daniels: Well he is going to have his bases cover with Carnage coming out here tonight, we know him and The Mountain Man don’t see eye to eye…

Masters: Well when your career is on the line you do what you have to do and in Tim Timmons case you bring Carnage to the ring.

Jessica Towers: And his opponent from The Wooded Area on the Outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio….weighing in tonight at a solid 320lbs……he is a member of The Next Generation…..please welcome ‘THE MOUNTAIN MAN’ JOSHUA NEWSOME!!!!!!!!

-The fans are a little bit warmer as ‘Redneck’ plays and The Mountain Man steps out onto the stage. He glares into the ring and marches down the ramp.-

Daniels: Newsome followed Timmons orders no matter what they were, and now tonight the man he would have followed into any battle is the man standing right in front of him.

Masters: Let’s face it, Timmons made this man what he is, if he had any honor he would lay down and sacrifice his own career for everything Timmons has done for him.

Daniels: And what good would that do for him, he’s be gone….

Masters: Yea but WE would still have Tim Timmons and that is all that matters.

*DING DING DING*

Daniels: Well there is the bell and Jason Humel orders Carnage out of the ring, Newsome watches very closely as he exits and then turns his attention back on Timmons who is standing in the middle of the ring.

Masters: He is a ring general, he wants to take it too Newsome….

Daniels: No, he’s offering a handshake to Newsome….say what you want to about Timmons this wasn’t his idea, he doesn’t want to end his partner’s career but it’s either him or Newsome so he will do what he has too. The two men shake hands and circle.

Masters: Well Timmons taught Newsome, he trained Newsome he will know his weaknesses….

Daniels: The lock up and Newsome sends Timmons flying backwards and is showing his superior size and strength….

Masters: Timmons is just grinning as he picks himself up and nods…

Daniels: They lock up again and once again Newsome sends ‘The King of Chaos’ flying to his backside….

Masters: Well the smile is gone as Timmons jumps up and storms right up to Newsome.

Daniels: He’s being shown up early and isn’t going to take it, he shoves Newsome back and fires a right but it’s blocked and Newsome sends Timmons into the corner and follows him in with a huge clothesline.

Masters: That ungrateful bastard.

Daniels: Well it’s his career too and Newsome is taking it too Timmons and he floors Timmons with a head butt and Tim Timmons has to be seeing stars at the moment.

Masters: Well with a melon like his it’s more or less a weapon cause god knows he doesn’t have any brains up there.

Daniels: Newsome rips Timmons up and sets him up….POWERBOMB!!!!! and Timmons head bounced off the mat….The Mountain Man drops down for a cover…

Masters: Oh bloody hell no!!!!

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Daniels: BUT TIMMONS KICKS OUT!!!!!

Masters: Thank god.

Daniels: We are suppose to be calling the match here not rooting for an individual William!!!

Masters: Oh come on, do you want to work for a company that has Joshua Newsome on it’s roster and not Tim Timmons?

Daniels: If The Mountain Man beats Timmons than yes, I’m fine with it.

Masters: You liar!!!!

Daniels: Newsome pulls Timmons up and scopes him up…and a devastating shoulder breaker….he stomps him with that huge boot and bounces off the far ropes…..

Masters: and falls flat on his face!!!!

Daniels: CARNAGE PULLED HIS FEET RIGHT OUT FROM UNDER THE ROPES!!!!

Masters: No he didn’t Newsome just tripped over those clown feet.

Daniels: Well Newsome is up and he reaches down and grabs Carnage by the throat with both hands and pulls him up onto the apron….Jason Humel is trying to break these two up as Tim Timmons gets to his feet and charges at Newsom and drives a knee into the small of his back and sends Carnage flying into the guard rail.

Masters: IT’S THE KING OF CHAOS’ TIME!!!!

Daniels: He said he was going to put their friendship aside, that this was about his career and nothing was more important than his career.

Masters: He has so much more to do here that the career of Tim Timmons can not end here.

Daniels: Timmons on the attack as Newsome turns into a boot to the mid section and Timmons hooks him in….DDT!!!

Masters: All he needed was a small opening.

Daniels: Timmons jumps up onto the second rope and comes off with a flying elbow to the neck of the Mountain Man. He jumps on Newsome trying to score a quick pin….

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Daniels: But Newsome powers out and sends Timmons flying off of him….

Masters: But look at Timmons, he’s right back on Newsome.

Daniels: Timmons drops a knee into the chest of The Mountain Man before he can get up and Timmons stands waiting….crouching down he is measuring Joshua Newsome….waiting for him to get to his feet….

Masters: Tim is yelling for him to get up….and very slowly Joshua Newsome is getting to his feet…he turns towards Timmons…..

Daniels: SPEAR!!!!!!!

Masters: HE JUST TOOK JOSHUA NEWSOME OFF HIS FEET WITH THAT SPEAR!!!!!

Daniels: Timmons goes for a cover…..

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Daniels: NEWSOME KICKS OUT!!!!!!

Masters: I can’t believe it.

Daniels: And neither can Timmons who just looks shocked at his former partner. Timmons gets to his feet and climbs out to the ropes….he is setting something up….

Masters: What else does he have to do to keep this man down?

Daniels: Well I think that is what Tim Timmons is asking himself as he is perched up on the top rope….HE TAKES FLIGHT AND NEWSOME GETS A FOOT UP AND TIMMONS EATS A BOOT!!!!!!

Masters: OH NO!!!!

Daniels” Timmons is rolling around holding his jaw and Joshua Newsome is getting to his feet and trying to clear his head…he stagers over to Timmons and pulls him up and lifts him high into the air and slams him down to the mat.

Masters: Timmons is in trouble, Carnage where are you?

Daniels: And Joshua Newsome is bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air and drops a leg drop across the throat of Tim Timmons.

Masters: This isn’t looking good…..

Daniels: Joshua Newsome pulls Tim Timmons over towards the corner and wait what is he doing….Newsome climbs through the ropes and starts to ascend the ropes….

Masters: I have never see him try anything high risk….oh man TIM GET UP!!!!

Daniels: Joshua Newsome is on the top rope but Carnage is up onto the apron…..he grabs the ropes and Newsome looses his balance and crotches himself on the top rope!!!!

Masters: And Timmons is getting to his feet….

Daniels: Tim Timmons jumps up to the second rope…what the hell is he trying…..

Masters: He turns around and lifts Newsome up onto his shoulder….that takes some amazing strength….

Daniels: TIMMONS HAS HIM UP……CANADIAN DRIVER!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Masters: I can’t believe he just hit that!!!!

Daniels: Timmons covers……

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*DING DING DING*

Daniels: Tim Timmons with the win here tonight….

Jessica Towers: The winner of this match….TIM TIMMONS!!!! And in accordance with Damage Control Joshua Newsome is FIRED!!!!!!!!

Daniels: And look at Tim Timmons, he rolls out of the ring and just stairs at Newsome….what has got to be going through his mind right now, yeah he won the match but he has just ended the career of a member of The Next Generation.

Masters: He’ll get over it when he gets that paycheck next week trust me….

Daniels: Without looking back Timmons marches back up the ramp leaving Carnage and The Mountain Man behind, what a night for Tim Timmons.

*****

+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! -=-
"The Real Deal" Rob Wright vs. "The Motor City Specialist" Krimzon Blaze (c)

*****

Daniels: Here we go another Damage Control match!

Masters: SEE YA LATER KRIMZON BLAZE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Brian: Don’t count Krimzon Blaze out of this match.

Masters: Oh yeah for some reason that dumbass Sleazy Breezy Blaze is joining us on commentary,

Brian: I’m going to make it a point to try and come out here and commentate on my off nights it’s great to be out here with Daniels.

Daniels: Yes the Television title is on the line a title Brian is familiar with as Krimzon Blaze defends against Rob Wright.

Brian: I’ve been in the ring with both of these men and they are both as tough as they come. This is going to be a high flying showdown between two of the best CZW has to offer.

Masters: AND THE BEST PART! When it’s all over Krimzon Blaze is out of here!

Brian: I can’t wait til I face you Masters in a Damage Control Match.

Daniels: Now let’s go to Jessica Towers for the introductions.

Jessica: The following is a Damage Control Match for the Television Championship!

In the End by Linkin Park begins to play as the Challenger Rob Wright is on the stage as he starts making his cocky strut towards the ring.

Jessica: First the challenger. He is from Springfield Massachusetts. He is The Real Deal. Rob Wright!

The fans boo Rob as he hops over the top rope with an arrogant smirk on his face as he awaits his opponent. Then Headstrong by Trapt starts playing as the fans are on there feet. The Aerial Specialist Krimzon Blaze is on the stage now with his Television Title around his waist as he starts making his way to the ring high fiving all of the fans he can in the process.

Jessica: His opponent, he is from Detroit Michigan. He is the CZW Television Champion, The Motor City Mexican, KRIMZON BLAZE!

Brian: This is so perfect. This building is so loud you can’t hear Masters!

Krimzon Blaze is in the ring as he turns and jumps on the second rope and poses for the fans as it’s seemingly like a disco ball with all the flashing lights form cameras taking pictures of one of the most popular superstars in CZW ever!

Daniels: Look at this!

Masters: Rob Wright is charging the turnbuckle he jumps up on the second rope he is going for a German suplex. Krimzon is now elbowing Rob frantically as Rob releases his hold and falls to the canvas. KB now takes off his belt Krimzon now jumps up to the top rope and hit’s a Moonsault onto Rob Wright!

Brian: Ok. The first move of the match was a freaking Moonsault. This is going to be awesome!

Daniels: We’re already off to a great start but a horrible start for Rob Wright these fans love it as Rob rolls out of the ring clutching at his ribs as he tries to catch a breath. The Referee picks up the title and hands it to Jessica as Krimzon Blaze is stalking Rob from inside of the ring. Rob is arguing with a fan as KB bounces off the ropes. He charges as Rob turns around and KB hits Rob with a Springboard Shooting Star Press as Rob is down and could be out already!

Brian: The Mexican Jumping Bean hit’s a beautiful Shooting Star press onto Rob and the fans here in Australia absolutely love it!

Masters: Come on Rob! Don’t let this dirty Mexican get the best of you.

Brian: That dirty Mexican is in complete control right now.

Masters: Krimzon Blaze is obviously in control moron. As he brings Rob back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Krimzon with a cover 1.….2.…nope Rob gets the shoulder up.

Brian: The match could’ve ended right there with those moves KB hit. Those moves cause a lot of damage.

Daniels: Rob Wright wants another TV Title run and he is going to make sure he does whatever he can to make it happen. Krimzon is obviously in control right now as he hit’s a suplex on Rob Wright. Krimzon has Rob set up for possible some more aerial extravagance as Krimzon hit’s a split legged corkscrew Moonsault on to Rob now. He stays on for another cover 1.…..2.…no Rob’s foot is on the bottom rope this time.

Brian: Great ring awareness by Rob but an even more impressive and unusual offence from KB. He is doing everything high risk so far.

Masters: It’s working thus far as Rob is still out like a light. Krimzon Blaze is back up on the top rope as Rob is stirring. Rob is getting back to his feet as he stumbles into the ropes. He hit’s the top rope causing Krimzon to lose his balance and land crotched on the top rope that has go to hurt.

Daniels: Here we go now as Rob is up on the second rope. As he could be going for a superplex but KB the ever resilient man that he is starts fighting out of it. He pushes Rob off but Rob lands on his feet. Rob this time jumps back up and uses the second rope as a Springboard…..

Brian: He uses the second rope to spring up and hits Krimzon Blaze with a Frankenstiener off of the tope rope!

Masters: What a great move from rob! That is fantastic this one is over thanks for the fun Krimzon but no way you’re getting up from that!

Daniels: Rob now using this opening to get some air as he catches his breath as Krimzon continues to lay there motionless. Rob is now up on his feet as he walks over to Krimzon Blaze. He stands over Krimzon as he grabs Krimzon by the neck and starts pulling him to his feet. This isn’t something you say a lot but Rob has the Size advantage here in this match.

Brian: You always have the size advantage against Krimzon Blaze and you have to use it effectively and Rob is starting to do just that. Rob is now Pressing Krimzon over his head?

Masters: Yes he is as Rob then just steps forward and lets Krimzon drop face first onto the mat. Rob is now running as he bounces off the ropes. Krimzon still on his stomach as Rob does a somersault and jumps and hits some Rolling Thunder onto Krimzon Blaze! He rolls Krimzon over and goes for the cover 1.…..2.…NO!

Daniels: Krimzon Blaze kicks out as Rob slams his fist against the mat and continues his onslaught as he has his boot across the throat of Krimzon and is choking him.

Masters: Rob now jumps over Krimzon and jumps of the second rope does a 180 in mid air and hit’s a Leg Drop onto Krimzon. Rob Wright showing off his Aerial Skills as Krimzon and this crowd have been taken completely out of this match.

Brian: Rob now in the middle of the ring with his hands above his head as the crowd boos him. Showing off to the people and Krimzon a lot of arrogance in Rob Wright Recently.

Masters: Of course he’s arrogant he’s the Real Deal baby He’s the next Television Champion and he’s gonna make it so that Krimzon Blaze is fired.

Daniels: Krimzon rolls to the outside of the ring as Rob Wright follows. He’s being relentless not even giving Krimzon a chance to catch his breath. Krimzon is now using the guard rail to help get himself back to his feet but Rob is right there. He grabs Krimzon by the head and brings him to his feet. Krimzon though breaks out he starts throwing some rights and left to the head of Rob as |Rob counters with a big knee right to the gut of Krimzon. Rob then goes to whip Krimzon into the security barrier but Krimzon stops he goes to reverse it but Rob then stops. Rob this time turns it around and goes to Whips Krimzon but he doesn’t let go of Krimzon. He pulls Krimzon back in and hits him with a big close line.

Brian: For a minute I thought they were square dancing but Rob manages to win that Whip game and takes Krimzon down with a big close line great offence from Rob Wright.

Masters: Rob is continuing as he throws Krimzon into the ring post. Krimzon doesn’t fall he just wraps himself around the ring post as Rob rolls Krimzon back into the ring and goes for a cover 1.…2.…no Krimzon gets the shoulder up.

Daniels: Rob is now in the corner perched as he is waiting for Krimzon to get up again. Krimzon is slowly but surely getting to his feet as he turns around and is taken out with a huge Spear from Rob Wright. Rob however doesn’t go for a cover as he holds up two fingers. I think he is going for another spear!

Blaze: Well considering all he has done so far and Krimzon is still going you wanna hit him with as much as possible so here he goes perched in that corner again. Rob runs…..

Daniels: Krimzon leap frogs over Rob. Rob comes to stop and turns around and turns right into the Pele kick from Krimzon Blaze! Both men are down!

Masters: The referee is counting as both men after being down for about a five count are starting to stir and yes Rob is the first one to his feet. Krimzon is now vertical as Krimzon walks over and nails Rob with a huge right hand. Rob goes for one of his own but Krimzon blocks it and hits another right. Krimzon blocks another Rob attempt and now Krimzon is absolutely going off with rights and lefts and kicks he’s making his comeback. He goes for another kick but Rob catches his foot…..

Brian: ENZIGIRI!

Daniels: Blaze nails rob in the back of his head and he is going now he hit’s the Holy Shot! That Standing Red Star Press as he goes for the cover 1.…..2.…..NO!

Brian: No way!

Masters: OH YES! Rob Wright just kicked out of the Holy Shot now Krimzon Blaze has to be thinking what do I have to do to beat The Real Deal!

Brian: He is certainly living up to his name of the Real Deal. Krimzon has beaten so many with that move and Rob kicks out!

Daniels: Krimzon now trying to figure out what to do. Krimzon picks Rob up and he has him he could be going for the Kode of Silence……

Masters: No Rob hits Krimzon with some Elbows to the side of the head as Krimzon drops Rob. Rob spins Krimzon around and hits him with The Wright Stuff! That Inverted Swinging Neck Breaker! This time Rob goes for the cover 1.……..2.……3!

Brian: NOPE!

Daniels: Krimzon Blaze gets the shoulder up! Krimzon Blaze just kicked out of The Wright Stuff!

Masters: Unbelievable both of these men are going through hell and high water to get that TV title.

Brian: Not just that but both of these men want to keep there jobs. Rob Wright now goes to the corner and goes to the top rope. He jumps up it could be the Wright Flight time. Rob leaps and Krimzon does a nip up and hits Rob with a cutter as he comes down for the Wright Flight! HOLY SHIT!

Daniels: Hold on one second. There’s JoJo Rob Wright’s manager. He hit’s the ring and he slides in. Krimzon is up and turns right into a shot from a Singapore cane that JoJo had with him. JoJo is now caning the hell out of Krimzon as Rob Wright is shaking out the Cob Webs and climbs to the top rope. Rob now takes flight. He hit’s the Wright Flight!

Masters: WOOO Thank you JoJo this one is over!

Brian: I don’t think so!

Daniels: Brian leaves the commentating table and he pulls Rob Wright off of Krimzon at the count of two. He throws Rob into the ring post as Rob is down and he goes into the ring and JoJo is standing there with the cane in hand. JoJo is backing up now trying to get away from Brian Blaze as he backs right into another Blaze. Krimzon Blaze is now on his feet and JoJo turns around and sees Krimzon standing right there. JoJo tries to run but Brian catches him and throws him into Krimzon who lifts him up and hits with the Kode of Silence!

Masters: Thankfully Rob is there to pull JoJo out of the ring now before he suffers anymore damage Thank You Rob!

Daniels: What does this mean though. Rob is taking JoJo to the back and Krimzon and Brian are both standing in the ring. Look there’s Theresa Baines up on the big screen!

Theresa: Judging from what I have just seen I have no choice but to rule this match as a no contest! Therefore Krimzon Blaze is still your Television Champion!

The fans go nuts as does Krimzon as Brian hands him his belt as Rob is freaking out on the ramp.

Theresa: However, due to the no contest of this match at Horrorcore it will be Rob Wright, Krimzon Blaze and Mike Monroe in a Triple Threat Match for the Television Championship! This time there will be a WINNER!

The fans go nuts as Rob leaves a little bit more satisfied but still angry he isn’t the Television Champion.

Daniels: There we have it at Horrorcore the Television Title will be defended in a Triple Threat Match with Krimzon Blaze, Rob Wright and Mike Monroe.

Masters: That never would’ve happened if Brian Blaze would’ve just kept his damn nose out of Rob’s business. Great he has a microphone let’s hear what this moron has to say.

Brian: Krimzon, I’m not out here to steal your glory. However, as I’m sure you awesome Australian fans know I have some big plans for Horrorcore! I am going to be involved in a match that is going to go down as the greatest wrestling match in Australian History! I also said I needed to send a message to make sure this match goes down with the intensity I want. Therefore in advance I say sorry to you friend. This is just business.

Brian then kicks Krimzon Blaze in the stomach and hits him with the Blaze of Glory. Brian looks on at what he’s done with a blank emotionless stare as Krimzon slowly rolls out of the ring and everyone looks on in absolute shock.

Daniels: What is Brian Blaze doing?

Masters: I knew I liked Brian Blaze. I always knew it!

Brian: You see Krimzon Blaze I still love and don’t take that personally. Also, no you stupid moronic Australians I am not throwing my hat in the Television Title Match. My time in Australia has been perfect. During this Down Under tour I’ve been on a complete roll. Yet, here we go another PPV is coming up and I know I haven’t fared well at PPV’s recently. So what am I doing? I’m challenging a man who has struggled recently. I am challenging a man I know I can steal the show with and still come out smelling like roses. I am going to face a man you all love, respect and admire. I’m facing Australian Wonder himself, Shawn Waters.

The fans erupt at the mere mention of his name as Brian waits for them all to quiet down.

Brian: Shawn you’ve seen what I’ve done to your friend there Krimzon Blaze. Shawn you’ve heard what I’ve had to say about you stupid moronic, idiotic fellow countryman. Shawn Waters Horrorcore is the last night of the Australian Tour! I’m going to see to is that Shawn Waters’ homecoming goes out in a Blaze of Glory!

Some fans are actually heard Booing Brian Blaze. Some are still cheering as Let Me Entertain you starts to play over the sound system and Brian heads to the back.

Masters: I love it Brian Blaze is going to really ruin the homecoming of Shawn Waters as he takes on Shawn at Horrorcore and is putting the homecoming out in a Blaze of Glory! This is fantastic Horrorcore keeps getting better!

Daniels: It certainly does as we’ll be back after a few messages.

*****

"Welt" by A.M. Conspiracy pumps through the arena and Mike King walks out to the ring slowly with another shirt over he shoulder. He looks detached.

Daniels: Here's the Intercontinental Champion, Mike King. The man who just last week beat Mortius.

Masters: Yeah but he is visibly shaken tonight.

King enters the ring and takes the microphone from Jessica Towers.

King: Tonight I come out in front of all you fans out here in Perth, Australia's Burswood Dome to give a statement and hopefully get an answer. The last two weeks have been hell for me, Brian Kirkland and Jacob Havok.

Brian and Jacob are out of their jobs and we all lost a brother. Ryan Shane has turned his back on his Youthful Aggression brethren. He has ruined the group that took down Beautiful Agony just weeks ago at HateWave. Something he helped do. And for putting Mike Monroe through that hell, I am grateful for.

However what he did two weeks ago is beyond comprehension. He took down a man who brought him into Combat Zone Wrestling and nearly did that to his brother. He took the idea of Youthful Aggression, a family for those who don't drink, don't smoke, don't do drugs and pissed on it like it was some stinky hobo on the street that you could not tell what smells are on his person.

King pauses and takes the shirt on his shoulder. He opens it up to reveal a Youthful Aggression shirt. The original one with himself, Brian Kirkland and Brian Blaze.

King: Shane you tried raping the legacy of a group that came together not because we wanted to be together, we were destined to be together. Myself, Brian Kirkland, Brian Blaze, Knox Harper, Jacob Havok and yourself, we all were destined together. It was in the stars and now because of something childish, you flushed it down the toilet?

King places the shirt down in the middle of the ring.

King: Tonight I seal Youthful Aggression officially and tonight I want to declare Ryan Shane as an enemy of the state. He is a traitor and I want to know why. Why did you do it? Why did you turn your back on your family Shane?

King awaits for Shane to come out.

Daniels: Shane's not coming.

Masters: He's smart, he knows that King could have something up his sleeve.

King is tired of waiting.

King: Come on Shane, I can wait in the ring all night...

The crowd erupted with a mix of boos as the Combat Tron activated, a dark chuckle echoing through the arena.

Shane: "Hello Michael."

The smirking face of Ryan Shane looked down on Mike King in the ring, who was now gripping the top-rope like he was going to rip it in half.

King: Shane! Are you really going to hide there from me? Are you going to-

Shane: "No, Michael, your time to speak is over! I've had to listen to you spew your ignorant ramblings for the past nine months, and I'm sick of it! I am the diety of your world now, King, and you will only speak when spoken too!"

King looks on in a shocked and awed demeanor, unable to fully grip the situation. He attempts to speak, but is cut off once again.

Shane: "It is a fool that searches for his death, King, and you are in a rush to the end."

Shane brought up two fingers, his wicked smirk growing even more sadistic.

Shane: "Two down, one to go, and it just keeps getting better and better. I simply set out to cripple Brian Kirkland to prove a point."

Mike has had enough, and brings the mic up to his lips, screaming.

King: WHAT POINT COULD THERE BE?!?!

Shane laughs at his outburst, finding his anger and furstration amusing.

Shane: "You Michael, you're the point. You're the proof that Kirkland had no idea what he spoke of. People like you, you're trash. You're just like everyone else in the building tonight, normal. Pathetic. Weak. You're no brother of mine, none of you ever were! All you did was dance to the strings I pulled!"

The crowd takes everything Shane says to heart, throwing it back at him in a chorus of boos.

Shane: "You're not one of us! None of you were! You're not good enough to carry the banner of Straight Edge! You're not good enough to carry that title you left in the back........"

Shane's outburst stopped, thoughts racing through his head before he held up one figner, an idea hitting him.

Shane: "Not yet, at least. See Michael, you've been held down for too long, flocked by a false sheppard to find a promise land that doesn't exist. This title reign, your "Victory" against Mortius, your mere existence up until this point has all been built on lies! But now, now you have the chance to redeem yourself. Don't you see? I'm doing you a favor! I'm saving you from your false truth!"

King has lost it, hearing Ryan cut down himself and Kirkland. He paces around the ring for a few moments before letting go.

King: I'm done Shane! This has gone too far! If you're not going to give me straight answers to my face, I'm going back there to you!

Shane: "Uhtuhtuhtuhtuh, Let's not make any drastic decisions here, Michael. While you may not be my family, Mary here is, and she has a bit of a surprise for you."

The camera zooms out to reveal Ryan's sister Mary, now clad in black and woodland Camoflauge. Behind her was a hooded figure, obviously of female gender, a bandana similar to the ones worn by Shane and his army around her entire head like a hood, masking her identity. She was roped up by her arms, and her feet shackled. The night sky out in the parking lot showed off the cursed family's position in the arena grounds. King looks up at the screen, knowing exactly who the hostage was before Mary removed the makeshift hood, revealing Amber Windham! King yells out again as Shane's chuckle becomes a full-blown sadistic laugh.

Shane: "Surprise! Hahaha! You tunnel-visioned imbecile. So quick were you to come find your enemy that you overlooked your own loved one's well being! Don't worry though, king, she's having a great time, aren't you Miss Amber?"

Amber screams into a rag that is tied around and into her mouth as a gag. King has seen enough, as he runs to the back, a camera following him. Crew members get knocked over, crates are broken and jumped over as Mike rages to the parking lot, finally arriving and kicking the door open. No one is there aside from the captive Amber, who screams again in an almost joy. Mike runs up to her, removing th egag and hugging her as she thanks him frantically. Mike removes her arms from the ropes, then looking around for Shane or his army.

King: SHANE! SHANE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!

Shane: "Michael, Michael, Michael."

The audience goes insane with boos as Shane's voices speaks through the speakers again, but his location his unknown, until.........

Masters: "Daniels, Daniels turn around damn it!"

Daniels turns around to find Ryan Shane standing right behind him! The crowd loses it, the spot light now casting down on him. His dark aviator shades blocked off the rays, his shirt yet another new Ryan Shane design. A white shirt with the black outline of dead trees and ravens int he sky, an anarchy symbol in the center, his name around it.

Shane: "Epictetus once said, "It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death." Michael, I have fired the first and second shots, and they will continue until I liberate the Intercontinental Championship from your tainted grasp! Ronnie McNeil, Waylon Krew, the Dooms Day clock is two weeks away from striking zero hour, and my rise to thrown will not and can not be denied! Brian Kirkland was your supposed Savior, so say hello to the CZW's own personal Anti-Christ!"

Ryan throws his mic to the ground as he extends his arms, his hands limp as he brings his face to the sky, "Feeding off your Weakness" blaring over the intercom as Ryan remains in his transfixed position, the Combat Tron still showing King, now confused and a bit off-edge from the mind games, screaming for Ryan to face him.

*****

-Shot cuts to the back where Buzzsaw and Sid Simelia are standing.-

Sid Simelia: And then they gave me this cream and some pills so that should clear everything up, I’ll tell you this, I will never bang a stripper again without a glove, that shit ain’t worth it.

Buzzsaw: Dude I’m not going to feel sorry for you, YOU FUCKED A STRIPPER!!!! You’re lucky your dick didn’t fall off.

Sid Simelia: Come on man, she was hot, and was going to give it up for passes, think back to the time before you were nailing the help, you would have done the same thing and you know it.

-Buzzsaw smiles.-

Buzzsaw: She’s not the help and you know that…

-The two are interrupted as Sledge walks up to them.-

Sledge: So I was just informed that you had me added to the Scramble Match at Horrorcore.

Buzzsaw: Yeah, I figured why not give a pal a shot.

-Buzzsaw smiles but Sledge is all business.-

Sledge: I’m not going to watch your back if that is what you are thinking man, it’s not going to be like that…

Buzzsaw: I never asked you to watch my back, I asked for you to be added because I thought you deserved a shot, I’m not asking you to help me out, do what you have to do but this belt isn’t going anywhere man.

Sledge: I’m just setting you straight, yeah you got my foot in the door and I owe you one but this isn’t the one you understand, if I get the chance I will gladly pin you for the chance to be the CZW Ultraviolent Champion.

-Sledge turns and walks away.-

Sid Simelia: Damn, I thought you two were boys man.

Buzzsaw: Oh that’s just Sledge, always thinks people want something when they do something for him, can’t just walk up and say think you for the chance, don’t worry about it, once it’s all said and done he’ll be back on board and ready for our talk.

Sid Simelia: I hope so, you are going out on a limb for that guy.

Buzzsaw: Trust me, he’ll be on board.

*****

~~ MORTIUS & EDDIE ROWAN'S HORRORCORE TITLE MATCH CONTRACT SIGNING! ~

*****

We return to the ring and a table has been set up in the ring for the contract signing for the World Heavyweight Championship match to take place at Horrorcore! The ring and table are set up with spiderwebs, skulls, and all manner of other Halloween props. "Diamond Eyes" plays and Theresa Baines heads to the ring with a microphone to introduce the two signers.

Baines: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the contract signing of Horrorcore's main event to be contested for the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!"

Her announcement is followed up by cheers throughout the arena that erupt even more loudly as "Slip Slide Melting" begins to play.

Baines: "Introducing first, the challenger...'the Clown, the Killer, the Saint,' Eddie...ROWAN!!"

Eddie heads out onto the ramp in black and silver ring gear, long shorts covered with several eye-catching graphics as well as matching boots and kick-pads. He also wears a hoodie printed with skeleton bones, the hood pulled up over his head which he flings back as he appeals to the fans. They cheer loudly as he takes his time getting to the ring, tagging hands on either side of the entranceway. Finally he enters the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and ascending the turnbuckle, gesturing to the fans respectfully. Finally the music cuts and the house lights fade out, leaving the entire arena bathed in darkness. "Tearing the Veil From Grace" finally hits, and the crowd continues its deafening cheering. An eerie blue light begins to glow around the stage as the World Champion Mortius makes his way out onto the ramp, the World Title belt fastened around his waist over his silver-buckled black leather surcoat.

Baines: "And introducing the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, he is 'the Shadow,' MORTIUS!!"

Mortius slowly approaches the ring like a spectre gliding across the floor, finally moving up the steps and over the top rope. He stares at his opponent and then glances down to his belt. Mortius then returns his gaze to Eddie, the faint hint of a smirk on his face. Finally, the lights gradually reilluminate the arena and Eddie and Mortius continue to stare down, finally sharing a grin and bumping fists before heading to their respective seats.

Baines: "Gentlemen, before you is the contract for your match at Horrorcore. The match will be one fall, and it will be for the gold. Mortius, you secured the title at Hatewave, returning to the company and cementing your legacy in one stroke. Eddie, you earned the right to become the first challenger two weeks later on Overdrive. You are the challenger, so it is customary that you will sign first."

Theresa slides the clipboard over to Eddie who seems to be fiddling around with some of the Halloween props, flicking a plastic spider out of his way and then picking up an old top-hat, puzzling over it for a brief moment before off-handedly tossing it aside. He takes the microphone, grinning at the champion.

Eddie: "You know, I'm sure a lot of people out there think that I'm a fool for challenging Mortius at Horrorcore...the show that seems to be tailored to his tastes. I can't really argue the fact that I'm one of those guys with 'more guts than brains,' but while I'm not going to sit here and smack-talk my friend, I need to let everyone know that I'm going to put everything on the line to try and take that belt. I've been close...so close to attaining it before and now I'm closer than I've ever been. And now..."

Eddie grabs the pen and signs his name, placing the pen on the clipboard afterward and sliding it over to Mortius.

"I'm just one step away. One GIANT step, maybe, but it's still just one step."

Baines takes the mic and motions toward the champion.

Baines: "Mortius...your opponent has signed and now, as the champion, your signature is all that remains to make this official."

Mortius takes the mic and slowly holds it up before him, staring at Eddie with a face devoid of emotion. It takes a long moment before he finally speaks.

Mortius: "Eddie...you may be one of the few men I respect, and one of the even fewer that I actually call 'friend,' but...there is absolutely no way in hell that I'm letting anyone pry this title from my grasp. We have entered into a new era...the era of Shadow!"

With that, Mortius signs his name, and the crowd slowly begins a rousing cheer.

Baines: "And it is now OFFICIAL!"

Eddie: "Also, I'd like to mention the fact that this is the first ever CZW contract signing that hasn't ended in a violent beat-down..."

Theresa snickers a bit as she continues to speak, only to be cut off by an all-too-familiar voice!

Damage: "Good show, good show. Really, I mean it!"

The fans jeer at a deafening volume as Derek Damage walks out onto the stage, the imposing Karl 'Jackal' Jackson standing at his side.

Damage: "I'm so glad you two are such good friends. You trust eachother. Neither of you expect any sort of underhanded tactics from the other. Unfortunately, your short-sightedness has now cost you, because if you had been a bit more paranoid you would've noticed that I ALTERED the contract prior to your signing it!"

Baines, Eddie, and Mortius all share confused glances as Theresa begins to review the contract.

Damage: "You see, you haven't signed on for any old match. Oh, no. There's only one fitting way to compete for the title at Horrorcore, and good buddies or not, you two will have to come to terms with the fact that one of you is going to get BURIED! The main event for Horrorcore is now this: Eddie Rowan challenging Mortius for the CZW World Heavyweight Championship in a CASKET MATCH!!"

The fans don't really know what to make of this, and Eddie and Mortius just look at eachother, likewise unsure of what to think.

Damage: "And another thing! These contract signings have a history of violence for a REASON! The fans know full well that someone is going to get their ass kicked! It adds spice to the recipe! It makes them give a damn! They don't want to see a fourty minute match of handshakes and headlocks...they want BLOOD!! But since you two want to make nice, I've got a back-up plan. We'll give them a little preview of what it's like for friends to face eachother with gold on the line!"

Baines: "What are you proposing, Derek!? That they fight for the belt right here!?"

Damage: "I'm not 'proposing' a damn thing! I OWN this company! I don't 'propose,' I 'ORDER!' And NO, they will NOT be facing eachother for the World Title tonight. They WILL however be competing in that ring...TOGETHER! Eddie Rowan and Mortius will team up and challenge for the GLOBAL TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS against their good buddies THE SPECTACLE!! And that match is starting...NOW!!"

Eddie and Mortius share confused glances as "Let Me Entertain You" blares through the arena. Damage and Jackson stand aside as the tag champions both reluctantly head toward the ring with their belts. With a final smug grin, Damage and Jackson head backstage. Several members of the ring crew quickly clear the ring as the champions enter, facing off against their recently announced opponents. Theresa looks on helplessly and quietly apologizes to all four men before leaving the ring, heading to the back. Darren Powers heads to the ring and takes the belts from Blaze and Kerosene, holding them up and declaring this an OFFICIAL tag-team title match! While the wrestlers seem reluctant to fight, the fans are cheering loudly for this impromptu contest!

*Ding-ding!*

Daniels: "Powers calls for the bell, and this one is under way! No one seems to want to fight...OH! No, the champions glance at eachother and then strike! Blaze with a superkick on Rowan that knocks him to the mat and out of the ring! Kerosene with a dropkick to the knee of Mortius staggers him and now the tag champions work on the double team!"

Masters: "Spectacle send Mortius into the ropes, but he takes them both down with a double clothesline on the rebound! Mortius now with Kerosene...MASSIVE bodyslam followed up by a running leg-drop! He picks Johnny up and tags in Eddie!"

Daniels: "Mortius punches Johnny in the gut and tosses him to Eddie...SITOUT POWERBOMB!! Eddie sprinboards off the middle rope and hits a moonsault, covering Kerosene!"

KICK OUT AT TWO!

Daniels: "Close one there! Johnny is in trouble! Eddie picks Kerosene up..but Johnny fights back with a series of kicks!! OH! Eddie retaliates with a STIFF side-kick! Eddie off the far ropes charging in...KEROSENE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE FLYING V!! The fans are cheering loudly as both men are down! Johnny is able to make the tag to Blaze!"

Masters: "Some of the fans here are still holding a grudge against Blaze for his little tiff out there earlier, but I have somehow found myself warming up to him!"

Daniels: "Of course you are...anyway, Blaze is in and he opens up with a series of kicks and punches on his former stablemate, now hooking Eddie up for a vertical suplex! Blaze stalls the move, holding Eddie upside down for several seconds before finally dropping him back! Blaze with a knee drop on Eddie and he continues the offense, pulling him to his feet and measuring him up for another superkick...EDDIE DUCKS! He scoops Blaze onto his shoulders...EVD!! EVD!! Both men are down!!"

Both Eddie and Blaze eventually star stirring and crawling to their respective corners!

Daniels: "Tag titles on the line here! Blaze and Eddie crawling to their corners! DOUBLE TAGS!"

Masters: "Powers doesn't look like he saw Eddie and Mortius tag! He's yelling at Mortius to get out but Mortius is on the warpath! SIDEWALK SLAM TO KEROSENE!! Blaze springboards in from the apron, but Mortius catches him around the throat!! CHOKESLAM!!"

Daniels: "Mortius turns towards Johnny again as Darren continues to enforce the fact that he saw no tag between Mortius and Eddie! Eddie meanwhile is climbing to the top rope in his corner, his sights set on Johnny! MISSILE DROPKICK!!"

Masters: "JOHNNY DIVES OUT OF THE WAY!! EDDIE HITS MORTIUS!! MORTIUS CRASHES TO THE MAT!!"

Daniels: "Eddie quickly gets up and moves to apologize, but Johnny comes out of nowhere with a crucifix pin on Rowan!!"

1!!

2!!!

3!!!

*Ding-ding-ding!*

Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match, and STILL the CZW Global Tag-Team Champions...the SPECTACLE!!"

Eddie moves to help Mortius up, but Mortius shoves Eddie back with one hand. Johnny and BB retrieve their belts and stand to the side as Eddie and Mortius stare down.

Masters: "YES! This is what we need before Horrorcore! Go at it!!"

Daniels: "Tempers have flared, but it looks like cooler heads are prevailing! Eddie extends his hand and Mortius...he shakes it!"

Masters: "HESITANTLY, though, Daniels! Mark my words, things aren't as 'friendly' as they want everyone to think! I bet Eddie hit Mortius on purpose to try and soften him up for their PPV match!"

Daniels: "Now you're just making crap up! That's outlandish!"

Masters: "IS IT, JARRED!?!?"

Daniels: "The Spectacle retain and-"

Masters: "Jarred?"

Daneils: "What?"

Masters: "Is it?"

Daniels: "YES!!"

Eddie and Mortius raise the hands of the champions and all four men leave the ring at once, though Eddie leads the pack and Mortius follows behind the rest...

*****

Suddenly the lights of the arena flash and go dark, and Halloween organ music begins to play.. Spotlights show at the top of the ramp, where now a black cloaked figure stands wearing a pale white ghostly mask, like the face of an old man but pale. The figure slowly moves down to the ring, but some fans are booing as if they know who it is. The figure steps up into the ring and turns in a circle...then removes the mask and cloak to reveal Godzilla Sawyer, now in his ring attire. He smiles as the lights come back on and the audience continues to jeer.

Sawyer: “Two years ago, at the last Horrorcore, I made a big return as the Working Man in a Halloween styled match. Coincidentally enough, my return was a victory against the then-debuting Mortius, our current World Champion. Amazing. This year, I’m not even sure yet what match I will be a part of. Can’t blame anyone but myself, I lost two very important matches in recent time so I can’t expect to have everything handed to me. No matter what kind of manipulations I pull, I still have to win the matches.

However, I don’t have to sit back and let whatever inconsequential match against whatever loser is left be my only impact at Horrorcore. I’ve already spoken to Theresa Baines and we have come up with an idea, one that fits the current situation. Since my good friends Ronnie McNeil and Waylon Krew both got their Intercontinental title shots by simultaneously pinning me, a feat which even I admit I’ve never seen before in a wrestling ring, we feel it is only fitting that, since I still have interest in a title shot, that I be a special referee for the three-way title match!”

The audience begins to ‘boo’ and Godzilla just smirks.

Sawyer: “Now Theresa did insist that I do not pull any tricks like I did when I was in Karl Jackson’s corner a few months ago. Here I’ll have a job to do so I won’t really have a chance to turn on anyone, and I’m not on anyone’s side in this either way. I just want a moment in a big match, and If I can’t wrestle in the big match, I’ll officiate one. Now...”

“STOP! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!”

The voice pounds through the sound system, and Sawyer looks around surprised. A moment later we see several large, burly security guards walking through the wrestler’s entrance. They are followed by Karl ‘The Jackal’ Jackson and then Derek Damage. Damage looks angry, glaring at Sawyer as he lifts a microphone to his mouth.

Sawyer: “Welcome out, Mr. Damage. I still remember the first time we met at the end of 2007...” Damage: “Just be quiet, Sawyer. It’s my turn to talk. You know something, I really didn’t think you were one of the larger problems in this promotion, but you are opening my eyes.”

Sawyer, acting shocked: “Why Derek, whatever do you mean?”

Damage: “Quit playing, Sawyer. Just happening to have part of your talk with Baines on TV, then just happening to have part of your phone conversation caught as well? Do you really think we are all that stupid? I get trying to build interest, but you won’t have the chance to alter the results of this Pay-Per-View. I can’t allow that.”

Sawyer: “You also can’t allow for another of your Main Event talents to sit on the sidelines. I mean, Mortius vs Rowan is good for a one-off, but Derek, you’ve released several of our biggest names and a couple more are on hiatus for their own reasons. You need me in a better place than the undercard.”

Damage: “You let me worry about that, Sawyer. For now, you will NOT be the special referee for the Intercontinental match.”

For a second, Sawyer seems to be taken aback, but then he smiles and nods. Slowly, he leaves the ring and walks up the ramp. When he gets just a few feet away from Derek and his entourage, he pauses, putting a finger in the air as if to say, “Wait.”

Sawyer: “Oh, yes. Derek, you don’t have the power or authority to do that.”

Damage, angry: “What did you say?”

Sawyer continues to smirk, and at this point the audience does not know whom to back.

Sawyer: “I’ve read my contract as well as the difference between your job and Mrs. Baines job. Simply put, as owner you do have some authority, but Mrs. Baines does have a final say as far as the card. Unless I have done something that is just plain against CZW rules or caused financial loss to the company, you can’t just change a decision she’s made about the card. That’s why I went to her, not to you. I appreciate the things you’ve done for me and the opportunities you’ve given me, Derek, but I went straight to the one person who has the absolute power in match booking, the one person in the company who can’t be trumped.”

Damage: “You smug son of a....”

Sawyer, smiling even more broadly: “Don’t play my game, Damage. It won’t come out well for you.”

Damage smolders before speaking: “You are right. There are clauses in the CZW regulations that even I have to go by. But one place I have absolute authority over is the Damage Control program. I decide which matches are Damage Control, and whomever loses leaves. And guess what, Sawyer? I’ve decided that your match on the last show was retroactively a Damage Control match. And since Ronnie McNeil and Waylon Krew won, they retain their contracts. Since you lost that match, however, you are hereby TERMINATED from Combat Zone Wrestling.”

The audience is dead silent for a moment, then they begin to cheer even as Sawyer begins to get angry himself.

Sawyer: “You can’t do that, Derek! Who is going to carry this company? Mortius and Rowan? I put people in these seats, even if its because they want to be their when I lose! Look around! Haven’t you noticed the empty seats? I’ve been paying attention to the ratings, too. Too many people have already left and our television rating are beginning to droop! You need me here and available.”

Derek: “I don’t need anyone who causes a distraction to my vision.”

Sawyer: “You’re vision is blurred and undefined, old man. This place became a success following other peoples visions.”

Derek: “Well, that really isn’t your concern, Mr. Sawyer. Sawyer: “I’ll have a lawyer look into this.”

Derek: “Won’t be finished before Horrorcore, so either way you won’t be there. Karl, would you please escort Mr. Sawyer out of the building?”

With a big smile, Jackson nods and steps forward while Sawyer just stares at him. As Karl reaches out and grabs Sawyer’s shoulder, Godzilla brings up his other hand in front of his mouth and suddenly makes a fireball right in Jackson’s face!

Jarred: “Did you see that?”

Masters: “Of course I did! Go, Zilla!”

The four security men move forward but Sawyer irish whips the blinded Karl Jackson right into them and runs around the chaotic mess, grabbing Derek by the collar and pushing him up against the Combatron screens.

Sawyer: “We are NOT done, Mr. Damage. Not at all.”

At this point, the security men grab Sawyer, secure him with handcuffs, and begin to shove him toward the wrestlers entrance. Damage straightens his business suit. Godzilla Sawyer lurches forward and spits a huge wad of blood laced mucus into Derek's face.

Sawyer, shouting: “YOU’RE KILLING THIS PLACE, DAMAGE! KILLING IT DEAD LIKE JFK!”

Derek, spit dribbling down his face: "Get that camera off me now! And someone get me a towel!"

The camera shifts back to the announce team.

Jarred: “How far will Derek Damage go with his ‘Damage Control’. We need to take a commercial break.”

*****

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- FTLC: CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! -=-
"Psycho" Sam Attic vs. "The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo (c)

*****

TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the MAIN EVENT of the evening!"

The crowd cheers

TOWERS: "This contest has no time limit, and is for the CZW X-Division championship and is a Flaming Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match! Whoever retains the belt that is hanging above the ring, wins. It is also a Damage Control match, meaning the loser... is fired from the CZW!"

The crowd boos, as most fans are negative about the Damage Control angle so far.

DANIELS: "The ring is all set up, with four chairs in the ring, four tables and four ladders on each side of the ring, on the outside. The X-Division title is dangling high above the ring. This is going to be a great match."

MASTERS: "With no doubt, each man has proven time and again that they are stupid enough to risk their lives to make everyone happy."

DANIELS: "That's... one way of looking at it, I guess."

TOWERS: "Introducing first... standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 220 pounds... he hails from Wichita, Kansas and is a former CZW X-Division champion, getting his rematch for the title... 'Psycho' SAM ATTIC!!"

"Crashing" by Gravity Kills plays over the PA, and the crowd jeers loudly. Out walks Sam, without Ciera, and in black trunks and black boots, wearing a black leather jacket with the vest open, showing his bare chest. His dirty blonde hair is wet and hanging down to his neck, and he has a look of determination on his face. He storms down to the ring, ignoring fans, and examining the four sets of tables, ladders, and chairs. He sees the crew members by each of the four tables placed around the ring, who are there to set the tables on fire when either Sam or El Pablo calls for it. Sam nods to himself, amping up, and gets in the ring.

DANIELS: "This is literally an All or Nothing type of match, the winner becomes X champion... and the loser hits the unemployment line! I'm certainly glad this is over after tonight."

MASTERS: "Ah, come on, it's not so bad. With the smaller roster, the more air time to properly showcase the guys who are WINNERS... and remove the ones who are LOSERS."

DANIELS: "But... you're still here."

MASTERS: "Ohh, nice attempt there, mate."

TOWERS: "And his opponent... standing at 5'11" and weighing in at 195 pounds... he hails from Tijuana, England and is the current reigning and defending CZW X-Division champion... 'The Five Star Superstar' EL PABLO!!"

"Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction begins to play, as the crowd pops loudly for the Grand Slam champion. The lights dim, and out comes El Pablo, along with his valet, Cristal. They are wearing matching black and purple outfits, made of latex. They play up to the crowd, and EP says something to Cristal. EP begins to come down to the ring, but Cristal waves and turns back, with EP wanting her out of harm's way. He also examines the situation, before looking up at Sam in the ring, who is grinning like a mad man. EP nods and slides in, and of course Sam is on the attack right away.

DING DING DING

DANIELS: "Well that didn't take the maniac long, he's delivering a series of kicks to EP who is still on his belly from sliding in!"

MASTERS: "Smart, SMART man... iac."

DANIELS: "Sam picks EP up, nails three forearms to his back, and irish whips him into the corner."

MASTERS: "This is for his job, Jarred, he doesn't want to end up like his brother."

DANIELS: "Can't blame him there, I bet Alan is just miserable... and I love that thought. Sam comes running in... OH! The crowd explodes as EP gets a boot up, connecting with Sam's face! Sam staggers back... and EP takes him down with a leaping lariat! Australia loves EP!"

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "Shouldn't they be out playing with boomerangs? Tell them to simmer down, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "It would do no good. EP picks Sam back up, and nails a few forearms to the face... EP runs to the ropes... and dropkicks Sam's knees from under him! EP is back up, and the crowd gets even louder as he picks up one of the four chairs that was placed at each corner of the ring! He holds it up to the crowd's delight."

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "Bloody hell, I can't hear myself think! Well, the rat has a chair, and he's setting it up in the middle of the ring. He picks Attic back up, and chops him hard across his chest three times."

* CHOP *

* CHOP *

* CHOP *

MASTERS: "That has to hurt. He throws him to the ropes..."

* THWACK *

DANIELS: "Drop toe hold, with Sam's face smashing into the seat of the chair! Sam might already be out."

MASTERS: "Don't count out a Fiscus, Jarred, haven't you learned that by now!?"

DANIELS: "Unfortunately, I have. EP picks Sam back up, and Sam is seeing stars. EP throws Sam to the ropes, and EP bends down for a back body drop..."

MASTERS: "But Sam sees it, stops, and kicks EP in the lowered torso! Sam now grabs EP's right arm, flips around..."

SAM to the crowd: "BUS DRIVER!"

* THUD *

DANIELS: "That awesome inverted DDT, and executed perfectly! Damn... Sam is good, but the problem is, he KNOWS it."

MASTERS: "Nothing wrong with confidence, Daniels. The bus driver has put Sam in complete control, as he takes a moment to gather his wits."

DANIELS: "That'll take longer than a moment."

MASTERS: "He's shaken the cobwebs loose, and picks EP back up. I love this. Sam is talking trash, slapping the masked rat while doing so. Followed by a kick to the gut... and another irish whip to the corner."

DANIELS: "He's going for this again? He runs in... but it looks like EP is too dazed... Sam leaps... HESITATION DROPKICK right in the corner! EP is out."

The crowd boos as Sam laughs at them

MASTERS: "That was a great move there by the younger Fiscus, and I tell you, EP robbed him of the title in the first place."

DANIELS: "Seriously? Did you not call that match with me?"

MASTERS: "Let's get something clear, yankee. YOU call matches with ME. Not vice versa."

DANIELS: "...Okay, Mr. Belvedere."

MASTERS: "Did you really just go there, Uncle Buck?"

DANIELS: "Uncle Buck? No one remembers that movie, you dumb ass."

MASTERS: "Oh, can it, you dolt. Sam now grabs another one of those chairs, and teases the crowd with it. I like that there are four chairs, four tables, and four ladders here. That's not how the last one was, was it?"

DANIELS: "I don't believe so, no. Sam has placed that chair between the ropes in a corner, and is punching at EP's head on the opposite end now. He irish whips him..."

* CLASH *

MASTERS: "And EP goes sailing right in the chair, face first! He's dead meat. Get a ladder, Sam!"

DANIELS: "Dammit, he heard you! Sam leaves the ring, and grabs one of the ladders as EP is laid out inside of the ring. Sam berates some fans for yelling at him.."

MASTERS: "Tell those Ausholes to leave Sam alone, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "Ausholes? Sam yells at them some more, but then turns his attention back to the ring. He walks over and slides the 10' ladder into the ring. He slides in, and begins to set the ladder up. He doesn't see that EP is up on his knees!"

MASTERS: "Watch out! Sam turns around, and EP surprises him with a right fist! Another! EP kicks him in the gut... Sitout Jawbreaker! EP runs to the ropes... Rolling Thunder! Where does this rat get this energy!"

DANIELS: "As I know Sam is a tough dude, YOU know that EP is one of the most resiliant wrestlers to ever step into a ring! The crowd knows it, as well!"

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "I am getting a headache!"

DANIELS: "You are a headache! EP picks Sam back up, and slams him back down with a bodyslam. He's pointing to the top rope! He climbs, but you can tell he's still kind of out of it. Sam is getting up, though!"

MASTERS: "EP is too slow, and Sam is too awesome!"

DANIELS: "EP is up, and sees Sam... He leaps! He wraps his legs around Sam's neck, twists... Hurricanrana! Sam slides out of the ring!"

MASTERS: "Someone check on Sam, he could be hurt!"

DANIELS: "EP stays laying on the mat, trying to rest a second, knowing Sam is out of it.. if even for a moment. Sam is still conscious, but holding his lower back as he's sitting down on the floor. EP is up on his knees, and looks up at the ladder. He sees that Sam has not stood up yet, and takes his chance at climbing!"

MASTERS: "Oh damn, and you know that squirrel can climb!"

DANIELS: "He can, and he is! He's half way up, but look.. Sam is up, and sees it. He rolls into the ring, but EP sees it! EP measures... WOW!"

* JUMP *

DANIELS: "EP nails Sam with a moonsault from half way up the ladder! And perfectly!"

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "Jesus, this guy is over!"

DANIELS: "What?"

MASTERS: "... Nevermind. Both men are laid out again, EP laying on top of Sam. You knew this was going to be a great match."

DANIELS: "Indeed. EP is first up, and grabs Sam by the hair. He picks him up, and OH! Sam just chopped EP in the throat by surprise! Sam then grabs EP and takes him to a corner... the irish whip!"

* CLASH *

MASTERS: "Right into the standing ladder, taking it down! Brilliant!"

DANIELS: "Another cheap tactic, from a family with NO class!"

MASTERS: "That is a family of survivors, Daniels! Of champions! You don't know what it's like!"

DANIELS: "Nina Simone just entered my head."

MASTERS: "You fool."

DANIELS: "Sam, though sluggishly, gets back on EP and delivers a series of mounted punches. He gets back up, and grabs the third chair to come into play. He looks down at EP... oh, don't do this Sam.... He lifts the chair!"

* SMASH *

MASTERS: "HA! One man Con-chair-to! Call the fat lady, this one is over!"

CROWD: "ATTIC SUCKS! ATTIC SUCKS! ATTIC SUCKS!"

DANIELS: "They're right! Sam drops the chair, and of course, he goes after the ladder! If he wins it this way, that's just going to be a shame."

MASTERS: "All is fair in love and war, Jarred! And Sam loves that belt!"

DANIELS: "As much as El Pablo does? I doubt it! EP was the first ever X Champ!"

MASTERS: "And Sam was the BEST ever X Champ! Sam has the ladder set up, but instead looks down at EP and decides that's not enough! He picks the motionless rat up, and nails him with a Double Knee Strike to the Head! NOW he's going to climb, and win!"

DANIELS: "Sam begins to climb, and EP is flopping his arms, trying to get up. Even in that wave of pain, he knows what is at stake. Sam is almost up... but oh! EP manages to get up and with a frantic leap, he pushes the ladder! Sam goes flying, and gets crotched on the top rope!!"

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "Someone call the cops! EP is trying to steal some jewels!"

DANIELS: "I don't think he's stealing them, as much as he is breaking them! Sam falls to the mat, and EP collapses again, and we have both men laid out on the mat once again. This is intense, and as it should be.. it's all or nothing in this match!"

MASTERS: "El Pablo is stirring.. this guy has a lot of heart, I do admit it. He is back up on his feet, and slowly walks over to Sam. Sam is still clinching his groin area, and man... I do NOT want to be in his shoes right now."

DANIELS: "EP picks Sam up and... tosses him right over the top rope and onto the floor! Now it's going to get interesting!"

MASTERS: "This cannot be good for the younger Fiscus... oh man, we can't lose BOTH Fisci!"

DANIELS: "Fisci? Really?"

MASTERS: "Fact!"

DANIELS: "... EP follows Sam down to the floor, and is periodically punching him to retain his daze. EP goes to irish whip him..."

* CLASH *

DANIELS: "And Sam slams hard into the guardrail! The fans are chanting again!"

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "Oh, what is that rascal up to now! He's looking for something under the ring... but he's taking some time in doing so... there he is, he has.... oh bloody hell... he has one of those glass tables like in his Greenhouse matches!"

DANIELS: "He had to have had that planted! If EP is going out, he's going out in a blaze of glory in a way only he can!"

MASTERS: "Mark out much? He has the table set up, and goes back to the fallen Sam... OH! Sam with a low blow! Thank the heavens!"

DANIELS: "EP falls flat on his belly, and Sam grabs his leg after a moment of regaining wits... he's locking... he's locking the Hangman Clutch on EP right there on the floor!"

MASTERS: "And this match has no count outs, so he can do this for a long, long while if he chooses! EP is done for."

DANIELS: "Sam is cinching in, and you can hear EP screaming out in pain. This move really damages the neck, and it very well could be the turning point and the beginning of the end."

MASTERS: "You make it sound like a BAD thing! We need a Fiscus on Overdrive!"

DANIELS: "That's a matter of opinion, and yours is wrong, William. Thank God, Sam let go. What's he doing now though..."

MASTERS: "He's looking at the glass table, and verbally scolding EP for even thinking of using it. He nows walks over to the corner of the ring with the last unused chair, and lifts it up! EP is holding his neck, and I bet he's going to be put out of his misery very soon."

DANIELS: "This does NOT look good. Sam begins stalking EP, with that wild eye his family is so famous for. He's yelling at EP to get up, yielding that chair like the weapon that it is in this business... Oh no, EP, don't get up!"

MASTERS: "The rat doesn't know Sam is there, and that heart is going to be his downfall! He's up on his knees... Sam is stalking him like a wild animal! Wait... what! EL PABLO SUDDENLY LEAPS UP AND SUPERKICKS THE CHAIR INTO SAM'S FACE!"

* CLASH *

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "How the bloody hell!"

DANIELS: "Amazing! Although, EP is still favoring that neck badly... That Clutch really did a number. He falls back down to his knees, and shakes his head a little bit. He's back up! The crowd is nuts!"

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "Good lord, this place is deafening!"

DANIELS: "Australia loves EP, William! EP picks Sam up... Sam is bleeding from his forehead... kick to the gut!"

MASTERS: "..."

DANIELS: "EP LIFTS SAM UP!!!!"

* CRRRAAAASSSHHH!!!!!! *

DANIELS: "POWER BOMB ONTO THE GLASS TABLE!! THE TABLE SHATTERS, AND SAM IS CRUMBLED AND SLICED UP!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

MASTERS: "I can't believe this! Sam is OUT!"

DANIELS: "I think the writing is on the wall!"

MASTERS: "Bah! NO!"

DANIELS: "EP takes a few moments to recharge, and he picks Sam back up... he tosses him back into the ring! Now he's... HE'S CALLING FOR THE NEAREST TABLE TO US TO BE LIT!!"

MASTERS: "This can't be happening!"

DANIELS: "The crew member begins a match, and sets it on the table! It's engulfed in FLAMES!"

MASTERS: "Jesus no!"

DANIELS: "EP slides into the ring, and picks Sam up! A chop! Sam is bleeding from various splotches all over his back and arms! EP grabs his arm, and irish whips him to the turnbuckle adjacent the flaming table! Sam crashes into the corner, and EP follows up with a big splash! Sam is squashed! EP calls for a top rope move and the crowd continues to go nuts!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

MASTERS: "EP lifts Sam up to the top rope, and joins him! This is hideous! EP grabs Sam's waist in another power bomb position! NO!"

DANIELS: "HE'S GOING TO SUPER BOMB HIM ONTO THE FLAMING TABLE!!"

****** CCCCRRRRRRRAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!! ******

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

DANIELS: "EP SUPER BOMBED SAM RIGHT INTO THE FLAMING TABLE, CRUSHING THE TABLE!! SAM IS ON FLAMES!!"

MASTERS: "Thank God the crew was ready to hose him down! They unleash two extinguishers, killing the fire... but the damage is done! SAM IS OUT!"

DANIELS: "And now El Pablo is sliding back in the ring... and re-positioning that ladder to a standing base! He's seizing his moment!"

MASTERS: "NO!"

DANIELS: "He begins to climb!"

CROWD: "EL PABLO! EL PABLO! EL PABLO!"

MASTERS: "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Sam is shaking from the abuse he's taking, his eyes are rolling back in his head! He's having a fit!!"

DANIELS: "And he's about to be fired along with his brother! EP IS UP! HE REACHES...... HE HAS THE BELT!!!"

* DING DING DING *

MASTERS: "NOOO!!!"

DANIELS: "Attic is gone from the CZW! Attic is gone from the CZW! Attic is gone from the CZW!"

MASTERS: "We heard you the first time, you dolt!"

DANIELS: "And Sam doesn't even know it! He's lights out, as the EMTs coming rush to his aid! EP steps down to the mat, and painfully begins celebrating in the ring, holding the title high in the air!"

MASTERS: "Well... not THAT high... he's almost a midget."

DANIELS: "Ah, quit being so grumpy, William! CZW has been cleansed! We've cut the cancer out, and now we will flourish as a company. Look on the bright side... at least neither of our jobs were in jeopardy!"

MASTERS: "Oh, thank goodness. You have a point there. Look on the bright side. But you know what, Jarred? It's the end of the show and that means Horrorcore will be our next event, on Halloween, Oct. 31st... only on PPV!"

DANIELS: "It's going to be amazing for sure, William! Eddie Rowan and Mortius will fight over the CZW World Heavyweight title in a fitting event... a Casket Match!"

MASTERS: "And we will have a Fatal Four way match for the CZW Intercontinental title, with Mike King defending against Ryan Shane, Ronnie McNeil, and Waylon Krew!"

DANIELS: "And of course that massive CZW Ultraviolent championship Frenzy match, six men fighting all over the arena for the extreme gold! Can you imagine... the champion, Buzzsaw against a very pissed off Jakob Mayhem... new comer Sledge... the giant Garrett William... the fun loving Rosman Ballard... and the sick and twisted Axel St. James!"

MASTERS: "It's going to be a bloody war!"

DANIELS: "We'll also see Brian Blaze take on Shawn Waters in what many deem as a dream match!"

MASTERS: "That will be good. And, well we know now... 'The Paragon' Alexander Slate will take the X-Division title from the reigning rat, El Pablo!"

DANIELS: "After that showing, you doubt the Five Star Superstar?"

MASTERS: "It's not so much of that as it's a complete faith in Slate to get the job done!"

DANIELS: "I see... and we'll also see a triple threat match for the World TV title... Rob Wright versus Krimzon Blaze versus Mike Monroe! That's my personal favorite. And to kick the PPV off, the returning Ian Chadwick will take on 'The King of Chaos' Tim Timmons!"

MASTERS: "Excellent."

DANIELS: "We'd like to thank the Australian fans who sold out the show tonight, and all of you good folks all over the world watching us on Showtime. We'll see you at Horrorcore! Good ni--what?"

The shot suddenly changes to a backstage scene, with Masters and Daniels still on audio

MASTERS: "What is this?"

DANIELS: "I don't know, nothing was scheduled after the match, I..."

MASTERS: "Wait what is that! A door has opened, and there's a silhouette of... of... wait...."

A figure shows up, with a bright light shining behind it, so that you can only make out the silhouette. It is a big man, with what appears to be a top hat on his head. The figure stops, and you hear a gargled, altered and sinister laugh emerge from it.

HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Daniels and Masters are speechless as the figure turns around, and leaves back the way it came. The door slams shut abruptly, startling the folks at home.

MASTERS: "Was that.... was that.... WAS THAT THANATOS!?"

The show abruptly shows the CZW logo, signalling the end of the broadcast.