Tom: Buck really throwing the gauntlet down there… and if Nasty accepts we may get a chance to see the final chapter in that feud at Volatile Day. Now this past week I managed to catch up with one of CZWs biggest stars for an exclusive interview to be shown in two parts. So here we go, straight into part one

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The camera frames in once more on the screen to show Tom White, sitting on a chair, with another in front of him where a superstar is sitting sipping some water. There is a table with a screen on it in the middle, off to the side.

Tom: hi, Tom White here, sitting down with the NEW… CZW… WORLD... HEAVYWEIGHT... CHAMPION… ERIC COLLUM. Now Eric, first off, thanks for being here today

Collum: It's my pleasure Tom, anything for my oh-so-adoring fans.

Tom: Yeah, well first off, we’re going to take you back to when you made your in ring debut in CZW on May 15th after an 11 month absence against Chris Wilson and Sammy Giovanni

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Warzone: 5/15/08

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A great match, but tell us, after such a long absence how did it feel being back between the ropes again?

Collum: It was more invigorating than I could possibly describe, Tom. Guys like me love doing the one thing they're better at than anything else in the world, and we we're kept from doing that one thing, we begin to go a little bit insane. Sitting at home, rehabilitating the broken neck I suffered in Saints Haven Wrestling at a house show just before my first ever World Title shot was the worst year of my life. To finally be able to step back into the ring after the doctors told me I'd never be able to walk again, let alone wrestle a match...there is no greater feeling in the world.

Tom: I could only imagine. Now after a strong first few months you had a chance to compete at the king of combat tournament… a tournament that would see you out of action for three whole months after a vicious attack by the Jackal, lets take you back and show everyone at home that moment again

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Tribute to the Troops Supershow

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The referee immediately tries to pries Jackson off but he keeps it on, like always until he feels like letting go…Clearly sending a message to the rest of the KoC competitors and most of all…Jesse Montana!

Jackal lets go, gets up and kick Eric out of the ring so he can celebrate his easy victory. The fans boo him just as much as always, Jackal though gives a wink at the many troops on the front row before saying down the camera…

‘Jesse…Look at Eric…Watch him scream in pain as his ankle has been bent out of place…This is your fate…The deal maybe off…But I am still here…And after I win King of Combat…There will be nowhere for you to hide!’

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Tom: It was indeed brutal, and how did you feel at what, at the time, could have been a career ending injury and what did you do during your time off?

Collum: Well, obviously, after successfully coming back from a broken neck, I wasn't going to let a broken ankle rain on my parade. I would have liked to have walked out of my hometown of Houston, Texas with a win in that match and the chance to go on to complete the journey that was later taken by Maynard O’Toole, but things just didn't turn out that way. So I took my three months in stride, worked day and night to rehab my ankle, and told myself every time I passed by a mirror that I would one day be back in the ring yet again.

Tom: Well, upon your return you went on in short order to capture the coveted T.V title, and for anyone that missed it, lets play the clip…

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Warzone 10/2/08

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Rob lays on the mat unable to capitalize on the superkick that has laid out Ronnie. Rob uses the ropes for support as he begins to stand. When Rob turns he is upended by Stylez who takes his legs out and quickly locks him in the Scorpion Death Lock.]

[But look Eric is going after Ronnie he nails Ronnie with a dropkick that staggers Ronnie into the corner Eric charge at Ronnie and nails him with a superkick in the corner Ronnie drops to the mat, Eric picks up Ronnie and hits his finisher the Collumbine and goes for the cover while Stylez still has Rob in the center of the ring with the Scorpion Death Lock Rob is about to tap but the ref counts Eric's pin over Ronnie.]

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Daniels: What a damn match Eric Collum pulls out a huge victory and wins the TV Title Championship

Masters: Unreal that was one of the most amazing matches to date they all did awesome.

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… just how important was that win at that point in your career?

Collum: Well, to be quite honest, that was definitely one of the most important wins of my career. It was the third championship title of my career, but only the first of my short time with CZW. Considering a few of the other guys who have held the Television title, such as Shawn Waters and Cage Stryker, I was really looking forward to being able to throw my name into the mix along with theirs. I just had the never-say-die attitude that I was going to become the best World Television Champion that CZW has ever seen, and I don't think after my record breaking title reign that there is a doubt in anyone's mind otherwise.

Tom: Yes that’s true, as the T.V champ you saw off all competitors, but then fell in with Gregory Grantham, what was the reasoning behind that?

Collum: Well, the main reasoning behind my alliance with Greg is quite simply what we told the fans week after week. To this day, I really don't believe that there is one tag team in this company's history who could rival myself and Gregory Grantham inside the ring. The two of us alone have more wins combined than more than half of the CZW locker room. Before my ankle injury in Houston, Greg and I had one of the most intense rivalries in the short history of CZW, and one of, if not the most, intense rivalry of my career. When he came to me and said, "Hey, you know what? We should be partners," I just really couldn't think of any valid reasons not to. And when you think about it, you realize that you've got two of the most successful athletes in CZW history, and two former enemies turned allies...I don't think it was an event that a lot of people saw coming when it happened, or even wanted to see coming in the following weeks, and I think that sense of doing what we wanted and knowing we could get away with it was what really helped throw the plan into motion.

Tom: Of course I think the biggest surprise of all came when you and Grantham started recruiting members into what was to be known as the Elite Revolution, and one man that joined was no other than the Jackal, here we’ll take you back

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Overdrive 14/11/08
Gregory Grantham vs Shawn Waters

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Shawn is quick to put Grantham in the Waterboard, but it is too early and Grantham quickly gets to the ropes. Shawn releases but continues to stomp away at Grantham's lower back. Just then, the Jackal appears on the stage, still attired in his charcoal grey suit... holding a steel chair.

Daniels: Wait a minute... its the Jackal, why is he out here?

Masters: This is worrying, he has a chair in his hands and we heard what he said earlier to Grantham.

As Shawn continues to take over on Grantham, hitting a series of elbow drops, the Jackal makes his way to ringside. He is shouting some abuse at Grantham, but it is hard to hear. Shawn meanwhile is on the top rope and jumps off with a moonsault!!!

But Grantham rolls out the way and Shawn hits the canvas. Grantham struggles back to his feet and looks over at the Jackal. He gestures for the Jackal to leave but he does not listen, instead heading into the ring. The referee attempts to stop him, but the Jackal...who now looks fired up, pushes him out of the way. He and Grantham then go nose to nose once more and appear to be arguing. The Jackal's face turns red and his eyes stare a hole through Grantham, who pushes Jackal backwards. The Jackal rebounds off the rope and

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He hits Shawn Waters across the head with the steel chair as he was just getting back to his feet.

Daniels: What the hell was that! The Jackal just knocked out Waters!!!!

Grantham looks on smiling as the Jackal walks over Shawn like a predator stalking his prey. He then lifts the chair up and delivers a hard shot to Shawn's back before then lifting him and delivering a vicious overhead belly to belly suplex.

Daniels: I do not understand this, I thought he was coming for Grantham.

As Shawn writhes in pain, holding his lower back the Jackal smiles sadistically as he looks over to Grantham, who is also smiling. The two then meet in the middle of the ring... nose to nose. But then they shake hands, as the crowd are deafening with there boos.

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Another shot to the head of Shawn Waters, sending him through the ropes to the outside. Gold Medal by Trademarc begins to play as the Jackal spits out of the ring onto Shawn and then he and Grantham shake hands once more before raising there arms.

Daniels: I cannot believe these sons of bitches are proud of what they have just done!

Masters: Don't be silly Daniels. It was pure brilliance, they must've planned this whole thing out.

Daniels: Are you saying...

Masters: I think Gregory Grantham and The Jackal may have joined forces. And with Eric Collum in the mix too it has to mean real trouble for the other CZW superstars.

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Tom: So unexpected, but how did that make you feel? Did you bear any resentment still towards him after the injuries he had caused you?

Collum: Well what you have to realize is that at that point, it was more about putting together the most elite group of guys anybody had ever imagined in their wildest dreams, an all-star team if you will. What happened in Houston at the Tribute to the Troops show was, I'd like to believe, an accident on Karl Jackson's part. Obviously, this is a physical sport and accidents do happen on occasion, and it didn't slow my pace or throw me off track. I actually came back better than before, in my eyes, so Jackson actually did me a bit of a favour. I forgave him for what happened, and we moved on, as you said, to put together the Elite Revolution.

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The camera comes back up to Unleashed as Tom looks away from the monitor back to the screen

Tom: Well you can see part two of that interview next week. Back to this week however and another match tonight is the three way confrontation between Toxic, Disasterpiece and Idolized. Toxic of course being the ‘new kids on the block’ so to speak, and out to prove they belong. Idolized of course are already a proven entity, though they will be out to break this losing streak they have been on as of late. The Disasterpiece are in the running, though it remains to be seen if they can get through one match as a tag team, beginning to end. With all these elements in play it should make for an exiting match. Mortius of course sent a final message to Total Mayhem in one of the most shocking scenes in CZW history. What does this mean for the tag division, we just don’t know yet. Actually… talking of the tag match… It seems Idolized are heading down to the ring. Well we are in illustrious company as we head down to ringside and see what they have to say.

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Tom: Well it’s time now for our main event, a tag team contest set to blow us away just by the sheer talent in the ring, we have discussed Ross and Marsham, but lets not forget about multiple Hardcore Champion Tim Timmons, a man that ENDED Caleb walkers career last week, that’s right, its official, Caleb Walker is out, his neck received so much nerve damage that he will spend the rest of his life in operations and rehab. Timmons is teaming up with Rob Wright, a man that Tim had been scouting for weeks, Wright of course, is just getting back into action after an injury related leave of absence. The tag team division should watch out, because these guys have the drive, the passion, the determination, and above all… the ability to pull this one out. I’ve been waiting for this all week since it’s announcement and its finally here… exclusively, on Unleashed, let’s take you to the arena…

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UNLEASHED MAIN EVENT
‘KRAZY’ CHRISS ROSS and JUSTIN MARSHAM
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I Stand Alone hit’s as Rob Wright and Tim Timmons ’The Next Generation’ start down to the ring, once there ‘Last’ by Nine Inch Nails begins, Marsham looking focused as he heads down to his corner. Finally ‘Phenomenon’ by Thousand Foot Crutch begins and Ross steps out of the curtain, walking to the ring, but both Ross and Marshams attention seems focused on each other rather than their opponents as Ross reaches the ring, he slides in and faces up to Tim Timmons, as Wright makes his way to the outside. Marsham however hits Ross and the shoulder and gets in the ring, pointing Ross to the outside, Ross starts arguing about it, but after a few seconds he puts up his hands and heads to the outside . The ref rings the bell and Marsham and Timmons kick things off as they go into a tie up, Timmons comes off best and throws a few left and rights, only succeeding in hitting Justins forearms as he comes up to block, Marsham counters with a snap kick to Timmons knee, followed up by one to his ribs and then running in to an step up Enziguri. Timmons is down to the mat, but is quickly back up and hit’s a short clothesline, walking over and tagging in Wright. Rob leaps straight to the turnbuckle and hit’s a huge elbow drop, staying on top for the cover

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‘’I thought it was him’’

Marsham rolls to the outside and starts up the ramp, but Ross is quick to follow, taking him down with a chop block. On the inside Wright is back in the ring and helps up Timmons, they both go to the ropes and rest their arms on it, laughing as they watch the two men battle each other up the ramp as the camera comes back to Tom

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Tom: What a match, and what a main event, Marsham and Ross picking up the win, but only managing to work together at the end, before turning BACK on one another battling up the ramp. I don’t know about you at home, but I can’t WAIT for the next chapter in that intense rivalry. Talking of intense rivalries, we are of course privy to an amazing tag team match tonight in the form of Matt Stylez and Ronnie McNeil taking on Bryan McNally and Alan Fiscus. Ronnie of course has his own mark to make as he progressed through to the finals of the T.V tournament along with Mike King and Brian Blaze. McNally showing some Whole Damn Show solidarity, but the real story is Matt Stylez and Alan Fiscus, two men have faced each other in the past, but upon Stylez recent return at Evil Intentions he has made a beeline straight for Alan Fiscus, tonight they have a chance to get their hands on each other officially in the ring, after the interruptions and backstage actions. But in this tag match of course we won’t get to see what they are TRULY capable of, that comes at Volatile Day. That’s right people, it has been booked, Alan Fiscus WILL meet Matt Stylez at the pay per view, in a match that is sure to be a hellacious, sadistic battle that neither men want to lose. Id say I’m really looking forward to the match, but I’d be repeating myself over and over, the whole pay per view is set to be one of the best card that CZW has ever offered up. Tonight though, will it be Alan Fiscus and Bryan McNally, or will it be Matt Stylez, with Ronnie McNeil? For me, personally, it’s too close to call. Of course tonight’s main event is set to be absolutely outstanding, Eric Collum, CZWs world heavyweight champion, takes on El Pablo, former champion, meeting one on one in a non title match. Now it might be non title, but you have to believe that El Pablo wants this one to prove that in a one on one, he would come out the victor, after losing in a triple threat match at Evil Intentions. As for Collum, he’ll be out to prove that either way, he is more dominant. Both men have taken matches to new heights, and stopped the hearts of millions with their death defying moves, and without Maynard O’Toole in the mix, who is going to ground these men? I’m all set for a roller coaster ride of emotions as Collum and Pablo square up… tonight! And now to end off Unleashed, we have a very special guest here, the one the only, the evil, the horrible, Satan reincarnated… Jesse Montana is here to officially FIRE Impaler. So it just remains to say goodbye, see you next week, and I hope you all enjoyed CZW UNLEASHED!

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For Whom the Bell Tolls begins to play signalling that the CZW President Jesse Montana is making his way onto the stage, and making his first appearance on the new show, CZW Unleashed. The fans tell us when he appears as a wave of boos chorus around the arena. Even some Brazilian’s have found their way into Peru to make Montana’s life that little bit more unbearable. Jesse Montana looks around, looking like he is literally looking at shit, then begins to walk down the ramp, taking quick strides as though he is in a rush. Some of the fans try to reach over the guardrail and touch the Sensation, so Jesse stops and orders the security to throw them from the premises, destroying their CZW experience. Montana gets into the ring and takes no time in signalling the end of his track, leaving just a wave of boos from the South American fans.

MONTANA: ‘Where are we now? Argentina? Bolivia? I know Derek Damage has left but what did he do, book CZW in South America as a practical joke before his departure, giving us something to remember him by?! Well I applaud you Derek because you single handedly managed to shatter the morale of the roster here, and managed to decrease our ratings by an astronomical amount, I mean who would tune in to hear Spanish fans on an ENGLISH speaking show…learn to speak ENGLISH you umpa-lumpa speaking f**ks.

BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MONTANA: Yeah boo all you want, all you are doing is making the rulers of much better off countries feel the need to bomb you into the Ocean. While a nation full of prosperity and talent like Untied States of America takes hits to our Economy, look around and congratulate each other, pat each other on the back, because it’s aliens like you that have messed up our economy, you and people from Canada, coming into our great lands and managing to worm your way into jobs all around the Country, making us having to pay for your sorry asses, making people unemployed, you guys should stay and wallow in your own filth rather than spewing your guff onto us, decent hard-working Americans…REAL Americans who fight for freedom and hope, you fight for other people’s money, robbing, killing, raping…I bet half of you in this audience are on probation, in U.S.A we have laws and you abide by them, here you probably get land and wealth for committing crimes. I bet twenty percent of you had your jewellery stolen on your way in by other punks like yourselves, that is of course if twenty percent of you can actually afford jewellery in the first place.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOU SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MONTANA: Boo…yeah boo…chant your Spanish or what ever language you guys speak…but just like I did in Brazil…I WILL CANCEL THIS GOD FORSAKEN SHOW…I am Jesse Montana…I could buy your country…even my servants could buy Peru…

MONTANA: Now because of your insulting behaviour, I have decided to make this quicker than I would have wanted. Impaler, it’s time to join the unemployment line, look around Impaler, because soon your about to become as pathetic as all of these cretins we have brought in off the streets. GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!!

Impaler appears as he receives a few boos, but mainly cheers just to wind the General Manager up even more. He walks down looking sullen, no music, Jesse Montana ordering him to pick up the pace.

MONTANA: Okay come on now, I haven’t got all day like you have…of course…your about to have a lot of free time…

Impaler lifts his head up slightly to eyeball Montana, but slowly places his focus back at the ground, the fans now jeering the big man. He gets into the ring as Jesse Montana immediately gets up in his face.

MONTANA: There…that wasn’t so hard now was it…I know you are big and dumb but your being smart here, not trying to piss me off even more than I am now…LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU…

Impaler slowly lifts his head up, staring a hole through his boss.

MONTANA: Now then big man, don’t get any ideas, I have a squadron of security watching this ready to beat your ass down if you make one wrong move. I mean you and I, we haven’t exactly seen eye to eye have we…first you arrive and try and steal my thunder, wanting MY World Title at that time, and yeah…I did kinda break your neck…

The fans boo as Jesse Montana chomps on his gum, grinning at Impaler who goes a brought red color now.

MONTANA: Yeah sorry about that one big man…how is your neck now?

Jesse Montana pats Impaler on his neck, the same one Jesse broke months before as Jesse Montana charismatically apologizes, believing his neck could still be in pain.

MONTANA: Sorry about that Impaled…Impaler…sorry. Yeah then you make your big return and build up an army, only to have it fall down piece by piece, then adding to injury to insult, you wind up getting the fired case at Evil Intensions…well damn…I guess your just not that up on luck right now are you…

Jesse Montana chuckles to himself as Impaler tries desperately not to attack Montana with rage and fury.

MONTANA: What’s up big man, you seem to be going red…is it a bad meal you had…I mean the food in this dump is like some kind of garbage you find in a skip…and you may need to take note Impaled…I mean you may be in a skip sooner than you may think…scrounging for that left over pizza…yeah your just one unlucky son of a bitch.

The fans boo loudly now as Impaler grits his teeth.

MONTANA: Okay I can see you are about to implode at any moment, all those steroids you have been pumping about to backfire…so I will make this quick…

Impaler…

YOUR FIRE-

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MONTANA: I have another idea Impaler…I am not going to fire you here tonight…

Impaler almost smiles now as Jesse Montana has his poker face on.

MONTANA: But don’t get cocky Impaler, I could fire you anytime I want…but I have a better idea…you’re a big guy…you look dangerous…a guy like you could be some use to a guy like me…

Jesse Montana begins to rub his stubbly chin as the whole arena looks on in sheer confusion.

MONTANA: I tell you what Implanted…I will give you a job…not so much a CZW superstar, more like my own personal CZW Superstar…doing my dirty work…much like Covey was back in his early days…Impaler…

YOU WILL BE MY BITCH!!!!!!

The fans boo heavily as Impaler shakes his head, looking almost distraught at this point in time, Montana licks his lips as he looks over the arena, then back at Impaler as he holds out his right hand for a shake…

MONTANA: Take it or leave it big guy…but I am offering you a wage…a job and a home…all you got to do is shake my hand…don’t get cocky big man…shake my hand…

Impaler stands not knowing what to do, a frown on his face as the fans chant ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM’

MONTANA: SHAKE MY HAND DAMMIT…

Impaler quickly shakes the hand of Montana as he turns and leaves the ring, totally and utterly embarrassed, the fans boo as Montana drops the mic and smiles, clapping Impaler as he leaves, the arena left in a sea of boos for the CZW President.

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CZW Overdrive begins as we are in the locker room of XTC/BA.

Reva was sitting in the backstage area it seems inside of the locker room of XTC/BA it seem with a pair of blue jeans and CZW shirt as the door open walked inside was Krimzon Blaze and El Pablo wearing XTC outfits it seems. They notice the looked on Reva’s face as they shook their head. El Pablo walked over and starts to reach out to her as she push his hand away.

EL Pablo: Reva there was nothing we could have done out there.

Krimzon looked over at her folding his arms looking over at her with a soft sighed.

Krimzon: I know you are mad at us but…

She cut him off with a slap to the face which kind of shocked both of them as Krimzon glares at her a bit as she smirks.

Reva: Last week your both just show me how much XTC is chicken shit. You call yourself friends of Ruthann but last week you just show how right I was about XTC.

Reva storm out of the locker room as the boys stood there with mix emotions it seems.

KB rubs his face.

KB: Why is it that I get slapped and not you?

EP: Maybe its cause of your title reigns...

*KB just glares at EP*

EP: You know I’m only kidding buddy! Calm down!

KB: Yeah I know man, its alright.

She comes back inside of the locker room and looked over at El Pablo as he just stood looking at her as she then threw the key to his hotel room in his face as she storm back out. KB now takes his turn to laugh at his team-mate.

EP: What? I lost it on the way over here.. she obviously found it and just gave it back to me.

KB just shakes his head.

KB: You're SUCH a bad liar.

KB: Why'd she throw the key at you and not me?

*EP just kinda tries to ignore KB*

KB: Hello? EP?

EP: I don't know actually KB... what would I need the key for anyway?

*KB ponders on that for a few moments*

KB: Must be true then... My bad EP, I didn't mean to accuse you of anything.

EP: Its quite alright my good buddy!

El Pablo watches as Krimzon leaves the locker room as he looked down at the key in his hand with the other hand rubbing the back of his head.

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*CZW is back from a break as we are joined by Masters and Daniels at ring side, the fireworks blast off as the Overdrive theme tune is playing. *

DANIELS: Ladies and gentlemen it’s great to see you again, we are back and now in Peru, and I would just like to apologize for some of the scenes you may have witnessed last week in that despicable ending to the show, if you don’t know then basically a riot broke out in Brazil, now CZW has officially issued an apology to the people and families involved, and we can be sure to say, it will never happen again.

MASTERS: CZW should not have to apologize for a damn thing, it was those crazy Brazilians who made it awkward viewing.

DANIELS: What is awkward viewing is a woman being attacked by two large men, that is awkward viewing, William.

MASTERS: Well what’s done is done Jarred, we have a show for everyone tonight.

DANIELS: Yes we do, but still I just want to also update you all with the state of Ruth and Ace. Both are still in a local hospital and will remain there for a few more days until there release, Ruth has suffered a broken ankle and light trauma from the incident, Ace King has a concussion, severe lacerations to the head and mouth area, a broken nose and bruising to the ribs and chest. I just want to wish them a speedy recovery also.

MASTERS: Yeah me too…NOW ON WITH THE SHOW!

DANIELS: Yeah, calm down William…what do we have…we have Derek Damage’s leaving ceremony, we have Montana and Jackal pairing again, we have Stylez and Fiscus in the same ring…

MASTERS: We als…wait…who is this?!

*Just then "Symphony Of Destruction" by Megadeth blares over the speakers of the Coliseo Amauta in Lima District, Peru. The fans boo massively as Maynard O'Toole comes from out of the curtains, wearing a vintage Megadeth tee shirt, a black leather jacket, blue jeans and brown timbs. He just stands at the top of the entrance ramp, glaring at the fans as they all chant:

“donde está su correa?!?! donde está su correa?!?! donde está su correa?!?! donde está su correa?!?!”* Which translates to "WHERE'S YOUR BELT?"

DANIELS: Well it seems we have been greeted by the former world heavyweight champion, Maynard O’Toole. God only knows what he has planned for right now.

MASTERS: Shut up, Jarred, this is a former world heavyweight champion and he looks pissed, I would watch what I say if I were you.

DANIELS: Well if you were me, you’d be intelligent and good looking.

MASTERS: Oh is that what your mommy told you? HAHA BURN! BLOODY BURN!

*Maynard just looks past the fans as he makes his way to the ring, he gets in and grabs a microphone and begins to speak as his music continues to play*

MAYNARD: CUT THE DAMN MUSIC! Now I just thought I'd come out here to speak my mind on the current world title situation. You people want to know where my belt is? It's around the waist of the luckiest man...excuse me, LITTLE BOY in this company. Eric Collum, congratulations on becoming the world champion BUT don't get too happy. You see, I actually feel sorry for you. You may be riding high on cloud nine right now. Hell I'll admit that getting Jeran Hudson on your newly formed team was a stroke of genius. However you are forgetting one huge detail while you sit on your throne. You see, you have THREE WDS members gunning for that title now. If you're confused, allow me to explain. See, a while back, Alan Fiscus captured the money in the bank briefcase in which entitles him to a shot at any title he so desires and knowing how well I know him. He WILL cash in on the world title, THAT'S ONE! Then there is Eddie Rowan, who captured one of the cases in the 'feat or famine' match and it just so happened to be the world title case, THAT'S TWO!

*Maynard then reaches into his jacket and pulls out a document*

MAYNARD: ...And if you take a look at my contract, you'll notice that as long as you hold that world title in your possession, I have a rematch clause. THAT'S THREE! Three individuals from the Whole Damn Show could come out here and cash in a world title match at anytime we so desire. As a matter of fact I can't help but notice that Karl Jackson still has the Intercontinental championship, which means that I also have a rematch clause with him for the IC title as well. Hmm...what to do, what to do....

‘For Whom the Bell Tolls plays as the fans boo furiously, the Overdrive fans creating mass hoards of people who rush to the guardrail to try and attack the Sensation. The CZW President, Jesse Montana now arrives on the stage. DANIELS: WAIT, what the hell is Jesse doing out here? I am surprised he can show his face out here after what he did last week!

MASTERS: He is the boss, and he has a great face, I mean…shut up and listen.

DANIELS: And this could be the first confrontation this pair has had since the break up of System of Supremacy.

*Jesse Montana confidently strides down the ramp antagonizing the already irate fans, looking at each and every one of them with a smirk on his face. Jesse Montana shuffles his suit as he places his eyes on the OGT now, before entering the ring. Montana grabs a mic from Jessica Towers before standing opposite Maynard who listens to Jesse through the angry loud fans*

JESSE: “Maynard O’Toole, well it has been some time since I stood in the same ring as you, when was it…since just before Horrorcore I believe. But I am not out here to reminisce in our friendship, because times have changed Maynard, we have no friendship anymore. You see while I was at home watching my Company take twists and turns, I happened to notice one thing that really got under my skin…one thing that bothered me in fact. You have walked in my footsteps for months Maynard but as soon as I left, you bailed on me, you turned on me, you stole everything I worked hard for. You turned your back on the System, you turned your back on what we stood for…and most importantly, you turned your back on me. You have become a disgrace to this Business and a disgrace to Jesse Montana…I thought you would one day become the greatest star in this company, after my day was long gone…but as I lay in bed, I knew that would never happen, I had found my new protégé, better than you could ever become. You fell in with Fiscus and his band of thugs, and you became World Champion. Congratulations Mayo, you deserved it. But what you don’t deserve is a shot to get it back, and you certainly don’t deserve a shot at the Jackal. In fact, you don’t even deserve to standing the same ring as the Sensation anymore, times have changed Maynard and you and me…our friendship…it died the day you turned your back on me…Maynard…to me…YOU ARE DEAD…YOUR DEAD TO ME MAYNARD!"

*Jesse Montana stares into the eyes of his former friend, Maynard O’Toole, not one of them budging an inch, both emotional about the first meeting since before Horrorcore*

JESSE: You were always a failure Maynard, you were never meant to become the new Sensation…you just couldn’t hack it so you did what every other failure did, teamed up with other failures just to hide your own pathetic career. Well I hope your happy where you are Maynard…because you will never be in my good books ever again, your now my enemy…your nothing to me anymore…NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING…GET OUT…GET OUT…GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Maynard then throws his hands up as if to say "okay I'm leaving" *

DANIELS: Jesse has interrupted Maynard, this is the first actual confrontation since Jesse left and Maynard left the System of Supremacy and joined his nemesis, Alan Fiscus.

MASTERS: This is quite interesting indeed BUT Maynard should learn that Jesse Montana is the boss and what he says goes and it looks as though Maynard has learned his role because he is leaving the ring now.

DANIELS: Yes that he is...WAIT WHAT'S THIS?

*As Jesse is speaking, Maynard runs back into the ring and sneaks up behind Jesse*

THWACK!!!

DANIELS: OH MY GOD! Maynard just laid Jesse out with the “Third Eye”. Jesse is out. HERE COMES KARL JACKSON RUNNING TO THE RING AS MAYNARD GETS THE HELL OUT OF DODGE!

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL, Maynard is at the top of the entrance ramp and Karl Jackson is staring a hole right through him. FOLKS WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK!

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Aerial Specialist" KRIMZON BLAZE -vs- "The Living Legend" BIG NASTY

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Daniels: Up next we have Krimzon Blaze taking on Unleashed’s newest Bodyguard Big Nasty. There is a lot riding on this match for Big Nasty for it will get him one step closer to an Intercontinental Title shot.

Masters: I have to like Big Nasty’s odds in this match. He is determined to get back the Intercontinental Title and he is facing one of the smallest men on the roster in Krimzon Blaze. I think the Living Legend has this one in the bag.

Daniels: We can’t count out Krimzon Blaze he is more than capable in pulling off what would some call a gigantic upset, and the momentum he has since that attack on Montana last week, anything is possible. Now to Jessica Towers for the intros.

Headstrong by Trapt starts playing as the fans stand and start screaming there heads off as Krimzon Blaze is on the stage pumping up the crowd.

Jessica: Making his way to the ring first up Krimzon Blaze.

Krimzon Blaze making his way to the ring giving high fives to some of the fans as he slides into the ring warming up as Swagga like Us starts playing over the sound system and the people boo as they await the arrival of Big Nasty.

Jessica Towers: Next on his way to the ring he is The Living Legend Big Nasty.

Krimzon Blaze keeping an eye on the ramp waiting for Big Nasty who has yet to appear on the stage.

Daniels: It seems like Big Nasty is no where to be seen Masters…

Masters: Wrong again moron. Look here comes Big Nasty through the crowd and Krimzon Blaze hasn’t seen him yet. Big Nasty slides in under the bottom rope and turns Krimzon around and hits…YES! THE NASTY SLAM!

Daniels: Questionable tactics by a man who already has the obvious size and strength advantage. Now he is demanding the referee start the match as it seems Krimzon Blaze is out before the match even started.

Masters: Yes there is the cover and it has to be over 1.…2.….WHAT!? No Krimzon Blaze somehow kicked out. The referee clearly did a slow count.

Daniels: Big Nasty appears to be in agreement with you Masters as he is getting right in the face of the referee clearly in disbelief as well. Krimzon Blaze is slow to his feet as Nasty turns around and grabs Krimzon Blaze and hits another Nasty Slam.

Masters: Beautiful this is sure to do the trick as Big Nasty is going for another cover and 1...2...NO! Krimzon Blaze gets his hand on the ropes as Big Nasty is sitting up in disbelief.

Daniels: Krimzon Blaze showing all the heart in the world kicking out of two Nasty Slams as Big Nasty is picking up Krimzon Blaze and it appears he is going for a Nasty Bomb. He has Krimzon up and reversal. Krimzon Blaze turns it into a hurricaranna as Big Nasty is down.

Masters: Amazing how did Krimzon Blaze even take Big Nasty off of his feet. Big Nasty quick to his feet as he goes for a Big Boot but Krimzon Blaze ducks under it. He springboards off of the middle rope and hit’s a moonsault on Big Nasty. Krimzon Blaze is up and Big Nasty is as well.

Daniels: Big Nasty goes for a close line but Krimzon ducks again. Big Nasty goes for a back elbow as Krimzon ducks again. Krimzon bounces off the ropes one more time and this time is met with a Big boot from Big Nasty.

Masters: The Living Legend getting down to business now as he lifts Krimzon up and hit’s a sidewalk slam. Now Big Nasty appears to be going for an un prettier?

Daniels: Clearly not a move in his usual arsenal as Krimzon Blaze reverses into the Kode Theory. He just drops Big Nasty on the back of his head.

Masters: Big Nasty went outside of the usual move set and could pay for it. Krimzon Blaze is now perched on the top rope as Big Nasty is back to his feet. Krimzon Blaze is going for a sitting Senton as Big Nasty catches him and could go for the Nasty Bomb.

Daniels: Krimzon however is unloading rights and lefts into the face of Big Nasty as Nasty drops him as Krimzon…OH MY GOD! KRIMZON BLAZE SOMEHOW GOT BIG NAST UP AND HIT THE KODE OF SILENCE.

Masters: Krimzon is unable to capitalize as the referee is starting a ten count. The referee is on eight as Big Nasty is up to his feet and Krimzon soon to follow as the referee is on nine and Krimzon Blaze is to his feet now.

Daniels: Krimzon now rushes Big Nasty and hit’s a 360 spinning heel kick. Krimzon Blaze is on the apron as he hit’s a Shooting Start DDT on Big Nasty and goes for the cover. This could be it. 1.…2.…NO Big Nasty manages to get the shoulder up.

Masters: Big Nasty is slow to his feet as Krimzon Blaze is starting to go off with punches and kicks on Big Nasty as Big Nasty is actually backing down into the corner. Big Nasty then face palms Krimzon Blaze down.

Daniels: Big Nasty is now apparently climbing to the top rope. What is he thinking Masters?

Masters: No idea, however if he connects Krimzon Blaze can consider himself toast. But, wait Krimzon is up as he hops to the top rope and could it be a superplex?

Daniels: NO! HE JUST GAVE BIG NASTY A BRAINBUSTER FROM THE TOP ROPE. The Victim known as Big Nasty is down and Krimzon Blaze hit’s the Holy Shot! Cover 1.…2...3! It’s over Krimzon Blaze has won.

MASTERS: DAMMIT!!

Daniels: Krimzon gets the win here as the fans go wild for the little man, what a win over the seven footer. OH WAIT…THAT S.O.B…WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?!

Masters: It is his stage, his ring, his arena, even you are his property, do you need anymore reason than that Jarred?

Daniels: Well I am glad this dangerous President is not coming down to the ring, but why is he just standing on the ramp? Is he here to get a closer look at Krimzon?

Masters: I just hope he is okay after being mauled by that crazed lunatic Maynard O’Toole…WAIT…Mr. Montana is signaling for something, and who is that coming out?! He is massive!

Daniels: THAT IS IMPALER…As we heard on Unleashed Mr. Montana did not fire this man, he is now using him as his own personal destructive machine, and the coward must be using him against Krimzon Blaze here tonight, right after his match…DAMN THEM!

Masters: Impaler looks bigger than before, this man is a monster. Krimzon I think has just noticed him, not that he knows where he is at the moment. Impaler gets into the ring, picks the Aerial Specialist up, OH MY GOD HE THROWS HIM OVER THE ROPES…HE LOOKED LIKE AN AERIAL PUPPET RIGHT THERE!

Daniels: Krimzon’s ribs could be broken with that one attack…and look at Montana, he is clapping his personal monster, he is damn well enjoying this assault.

Masters: Well of course he is, and he must be enjoying the fact that Krimzon is finally getting what he deserves here…THAT’S IT MR. MONTANA…ENJOY IT!

Daniels: Sounds like Jesse Montana is not the only one enjoying it, what is your problem William? Why must you copy everything this monster does? You saw his actions last week, you agreed that he went too far, but here we are back here, you crawling up his as…

Masters: Hey you should clean your mouth out with soap you foul mouthed peasant. I never disagreed with Jesse Montana and I never will, now when the hell are these EMT’s going to get that scrawny runt out of Montana’s arena so we can get this show moving on?!

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-=- X-DIVISION / HARDCORE TITLE UNIFICATION MATCH -=-
"The Emo Prince" JACOB HAVOK -vs- "The Reaper" BRIAN KIRKLAND

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TOWERS: "This next match is a UNIFICATION match of the X-Division and Hardcore titles!"

The crowd cheers loudly

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Dallas, North Carolina and weighing in at 228 pounds... he is the current CZW Hardcore Champion... The Reaper... BRIAN KIRKLAND!!"

"Becoming The Bull" by Atreyu plays as the crowd cheers loudly. Out walks Kirkland, in dark green tights. He raises his hands up high as a small fireworks display goes off. He storms down to the ring, high fiving fans on the way. He slides in, and poses at a turnbuckle.

TOWERS: "And his opponent... being led to the ring by Lauren Caramazzi... hailing from Washington, DC and weighing in at 172 pounds... He is the current CZW X-Division Champion... The Emo Prince... JACOB HAVOK!!"

"Nothing To Lose" by Billy Talent begins to play, as the crowd also gives a healthy response. The two come out, raise their hands up, and another small fireworks display goes off. Havok has a smile on his face, as he follows Lauren to the ring. He slides in, and poses on a turnbuckle.

DANIELS: "What a match we are about to have here, and it's all for THIS--"

--Shot of the newly designed X-Division Title which is on their announcer's desk--

DANIELS: "CZW X-Division title."

MASTERS: "This is going to be a classic, I have to admit it. That Unification contract signing last week was intense!"

DANIELS: "No doubt about it, and it looks like we are ready!"

** DING DING DING **

DANIELS: "Both men briefly shake hands and begin circling each other. Good sign of respect. They circle and lock up. Each man struggling... Jacob backs Brian into a corner... the referee Stephanie D calls for a break... and Havok with a clean one."

MASTERS: "Mistake number one, Havok should've taken advantage right there."

DANIELS: "Not all men are cheap, William."

MASTERS: "Then those men are losers."

DANIELS: "Back in the center of the ring, and they lock up again. They struggle.. this time Brian pushes Havok to a corner... Stephanie calls for a break... and Brian gives another clean one. Brian says something to Jacob, who only nods back at him. They get back in the center, and lock up. Brian immediately throws on a headlock. He locks it in. After a few moments, Jacob pushes him to the ropes and drops to his belly. Brian hops over. On the rebound, Havok leapfrogs over Brian. Another rebound, and Havok nails a dropkick!"

MASTERS: "Nice moves there, and both men are back up. Havok takes off to the ropes, going for a clothesline. Brian ducks it. The rebound, and Brian hits a well placed leg lariat to Havok's gut! He grabs Havok and nails a perfectly executed vertical suplex. He goes for a cover, but a quick kick out."

DANIELS: "He picks Jacob back up, and hits a hard European uppercut. He grabs Jacob and throws him to the ropes. Spine Buster! Kirkland goes for the pin!"

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MASTERS: "Close, but not enough. Kirkland picks Jacob back up, and chops him hard. He goes to irish whip him into a corner. Jacob reverses! Jacob comes running in... high knee to the temple of Kirkland! Ouch, I think he's done! He falls to the mat, and Jacob ascends the top turnbuckle. He points out to the crowd. He leaps... WHISPER IN THE WIND! He stays on top for the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Intense, as we knew it would be. Havok picks Brian up and chops him hard as well. He kicks him in the gut... and throws him over the top rope, onto the floor!"

MASTERS: "This will be the difference maker right here, Jarred, as Kirkland spills out right in front of us. Look at Jacob in the ring, he's waiting... posed and ready to go. Kirkland begins to get up... Jacob takes off... He jumps up on the top rope... he leaps... somersault senton onto Kirkland! They're both laid out!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

DANIELS: "These men giving it their all, hoping to claim the undisputed X-Division championship. Jacob is first to get up, and he picks Brian up by his hair. He goes to whip Brian into the ring steps... but Brian reverses!"

* CRASH *

MASTERS: "Oh damn, Jacob is cut on his forehead! Look at the blood gush from that cut, as he's laid out!"

-Camera does a close up of Jacob's head, which is bleeding rather bad-

DANIELS: "I don't know if he'll be able to continue now, William! Kirkland picks him up. Kirkland has a look of concern on his face, but he realizes the match must go on. He tosses Jacob into the ring, and immediately goes for the pin."

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MASTERS: "He kicked out! Amazing. Stephanie checks on Havok, who is nearly out of it, but that idiot is refusing to give up! He tells her he wants to keep going."

DANIELS: "Kirkland allows Jacob to get up on his own. Jacob stumbles, but is on his feet. He suddenly kicked Brian hard in the thigh! He was playing possum a little there, William!"

MASTERS: "I admire that! Havok kicks Brian in the side... and then in the head! He hopes on the second rope and springboards... DDT! Havok goes for the pin!"

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DANIELS: "Havok sluggishly gets up on the top rope. He teeters a little bit. He poses, and leaps! Top Rope Stomp! He just drop kicked him, horizontal style! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Amazing, I can't believe Burger Kirkland kicked out of that! Havok picks him up. A chop. Another. He grabs him and throws him to the ropes. Brian ducks the clothesline! Brian springboards and twists... he nails Jacob Havok with a springboard clothesline! He doesn't go for the cover, however. He goes back to the ropes... springboards... somersault senton! He's not done! He runs to the other ropes... springboards... perfectly placed springboard moonsault! Brian with the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Dear God, I thought that was it!"

MASTERS: "You, me, and everyone else, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "Both men are laying on the mat now, quite fatigued. Brian stirs up first, but Jacob isn't far behind. They both stand up, and start duking it out. Jacob wears a full crimson mask now. Brian has Jacob's blood all over him. Brian kicks Jacob in the gut. He picks him up.. Side Effect! But he's not going for the pin!"

MASTERS: "He's a little out of it himself, Jarred. Stephanie, that fine girl, is checking on both competitors. Brian begins to get back up. He picks Jacob up. He throws him to the ropes... but Jacob holds onto the ropes! Brian is caught off guard for a moment, but begins to run... however, Havok back body drops Kirkland over the top rope and onto the floor!"

DANIELS: "A dazed and bloody Havok slides out of the ring. He picks up Kirkland, and immediately begins delivering a series of hard punches to his forehead. What's this! A fan just handed Jacob something... it's... it's a cheese grater!!"

MASTERS: "Here's where the hardcore part of this comes into play, Daniels!"

DANIELS: "Jacob holds the grater up in the air, as the crowd demands blood! He slams it on Brian's forehead.. and begins to move it back and forth! Oh dear lord! Brian is screaming in agony! Look at the sick smile on Jacob's face!"

MASTERS: "And here's the thing... these guys are supposed to be friends!"

DANIELS: "From bell to bell, they agreed to give it their all in this, William. Look at Brian's head, bleeding profusely now! Both men are cut and exhausted. Jacob discards the grater and throws Brian back into the ring. Jacob climbs to the top rope. He sluggishly crouches and waits for Brian to get up."

MASTERS: "And Jacob's getting some rest here, as Brian is out of it!"

DANIELS: "Brian begins to stir. He's on his knees... he stands up... turns around and Jacob leaps... Jacob nails Brian with a hurricanrana from the top rope! Jacob slides on his knees to Brian, and makes the cover!"

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DANIELS: "He kicked out! He kicked out!"

MASTERS: "These scrawny bastards are giving us one hell of a match, and what could you expect with what's at stake?"

DANIELS: "Indeed, William. Both men want to be the X-Division champion of CZW, there's no doubt about that."

MASTERS: "Both men are back up now, as sluggish as ever, and they begin duking it out once more. Jacob kicks Brian in the gut... and delivers a Side Effect of his own!"

DANIELS: "Neither men, again, can capitolize! Lauren is cheering on Havok from the sidelines, she's been rather quiet this evening... however, we don't really know her yet, do we?"

MASTERS: "I'd like to get to know her! Havok slowly turns over and drapes an arm over Kirkland!"

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DANIELS: "Listen to the crowd's reaction, they're getting into this action very much so, and this is only the second match on the card!"

MASTERS: "This is CZW, baby! The best wrestling promotion in the world!"

DANIELS: "Brian wears a crimson mask now, as well, and both men are on their knees. They swat at each other, neither man getting a clear shot in. Both men just covered in blood. They're up on their feet now. Brian with a kneelift to Jacob's ribs. He positions him... I think he's going for the Aneurysm!"

MASTERS: "But Havok pushes it off! Brian turns around.. Jacob with a kick to the gut... The D.I.F.H.!!"

DANIELS: "And as Havok was turning, Brian pushed HIM off! What a match up! Brian grabs him... BACK STABBER!!"

MASTERS: "BRIAN IS GOING FOR THE PIN!!"

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DANIELS: "Stephanie only saw the foot on the rope, she didn't see this Lauren helping!"

MASTERS: "NOW we know why she's out here, Jarred, and she's doing her job brilliantly!"

DANIELS: "Brian didn't see it either, and he's asking Stephanie what gives. He sees Jacob's foot on the rope, and pounds the mat. He picks Jacob up. Another kick to the gut. He puts Jacob's head between his legs.. this is it! Brian is calling for the Murder 101!"

MASTERS: "If he gets this locked in, it's all over for Jacob!"

DANIELS: "He lifts Havok up... Havok slides out of the move! Brian turns around.. kick to the gut! D.I.F.H.!!!"

MASTERS: "The crowd is lively, but Havok's not done! He sluggishly turns Brian on his back, and measures... standing moonsault! The cover!"

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DANIELS: "Havok's done it! He's done! Jacob Havok is the unified X-Division and Hardcore Champion!"

-Stephanie is handed the new X-Division belt by a staff member, and hands it to Havok. His face is covered in blood, and Lauren has entered the ring to hug him. His music hits, as the fans are cheering for such an epic match. Brian is up on his knees, and Jacob offers him a handshake. Brian pauses a moment, before accepting it. They shake hands, and Brian stands up. They hug in the ring, and Brian raises Jacob's hand in victory-

MASTERS: "What a match up this has been, Jacob and Lauren have left the ring and are making their way back up the ramp. Brian is still in the ring. I can't believe this is only the second--" DANIELS: "Hey, wait, what is this!? The lights have gone out!"

MASTERS: "I knew Peru couldn't handle us! I knew this old shack would fail!"

DANIELS: "What is happening? The crowd is going crazy!"

MASTERS: "Someone turn these damn lights back on!"

DANIELS: "There we are, That's-- HEY WAIT! WHO IS THAT!?"

MASTERS: "Someone is standing behind Brian, and this man looks SCREWED UP!"

DANIELS: "This guy is twisted, and Brian hasn't turned around yet. Jacob is looking back down at the ring and his eyes are wide. Brian turns around. Kick to the gut! He positions Brian... reverse suplex... and then a devestating brainbuster! Why hasn't Jacob came to save him!?"

MASTERS: "He's busy protecting Lauren, that's why! This psycho's been handed a mic!"

MAN: "YOU.. have just BECOME... a victim... of the Coulrophobia... and a victim... OF MR. KILJOY!"

MASTERS: "What is that... all over his face!?"

DANIELS: "He looks like a dead clown! Look at his clothes.. his hair... where the HELL did this guy come from!?"

MASTERS: "And now he's laughing.. listen to that sick sound!"

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MASTERS: What a show it has been so far, Jarred. Not only are we seeing the reason why CZW is the best in the league, but these fans here in Peru are witnessing the best that this business has to offer!

DANIELS: Indeed they are, William. We're just about ready for our next match between Gregory Grantham and "The OGT" Maynard O'Toole which will be one for the history books I sense. I can't...

(Catching everyone off guard, "Deep" by Nine Inch Nails blasts through the arena as the sea of booing chants begin.)

MASTERS: HUDSON!!! MY BOY IS HERE, JARRED!!!

DANIELS: Will you sit down, William!!! You're embarrassing yourself.

MASTERS: Oh shut up, Daniels. You're just mad that I back up true winners in this business while you sit there rooting for losers on a weekly basis. Jeran Hudson has come out here to grace us with his presence. And I for one am ecstatic to see what this young superstar has to say, despite what these ingrates are chanting.

(Jeran Hudson reaches the ring steps and enters the ring as he looks at the crowd who are giving him one cold welcome. He takes Jessica Towers' mic and waits for the music and boos to die down before speaking out.)

JERAN HUDSON: Last week, as you all know, I competed in my first match since my return to CZW. And loll and behold, I won. Now I'm not out here to shower you all with insults about how disgusting and dirty, this town you call home is. Because doing so is not only a waste of my precious time, but I can tell by the depressed expression on your faces that you know it as well.

DANIELS: I think they're depressed from seeing Jeran return to CZW. Maybe that's the reason.

MASTERS: WHAT?!?!? Please!!! These people wouldn't know talent if it came with a 100 pesos and a bottle of tequila.

JERAN HUDSON: Last week, as I mentioned, I defeated El Pablo in a one on one competition. No interference...and no foul play. And now...the CZW has made their first, and soon to be many, efforts in attempting to halt "The Future" by not booking him tonight in a match. Which is fine by me...You people don't deserve to see greatness in its truest form. But since I'm not scheduled to compete tonight, I decided to take the time and make...an address, if you will, about the Elite Revolution.

DANIELS: I said it before and I'll say it again, The Elite Revolution is definitely on a rise here. And Jeran Hudson being added to the mix makes this faction even more venomous.

MASTERS: I'm glad we agree on that, Jarred. Now what size are you in T-Shirts? I'll be sure to send you an Elite Revolution shirt as soon as possible.

JERAN HUDSON: First and foremost, our mission is not what it was before. Setting out to control this federation is not only a waste of our valuable time, but a lost cause. Setting out to destroy CZW will not only crush this federation to it's foundation, but we have the right strength and talent to rid this company of all it's so-called "Superstars". So consider this a loose favor to you, the CZW audience. So now what? Where do we go from here? It's quite simple actually...We do what no other second-hand stable in this company has yet to accomplish. And that's dominate. Sure, you've got your little league groups here and there. Bunching up to call themselves something cliche to attract a juvenile audience, only to get to the starting line without an engine. Leaving them right at the same spot they started...Nowhere. Stables like Beautiful Agony.

DANIELS: Now that is uncalled for...seriously.

MASTERS: Oh I am loving this, Jarred!!! Jeran is telling these fans the truth!!!

JERAN HUDSON: Then you've got stables like Team XTC. A group that strives on becoming the first faction ever to have the most has-been champions in CZW history. And so far, IT SEEMS like they're accomplishing that goal. And if it wasn't for Ace King's interference last week after my match, I would have showed each and everyone of you just how frail that "Team" really is. Pathetic is a word I use a lot when I describe pitiful competition. But this stable has somehow managed to reach a far worse state that calling them that would somehow up their reputation, so I wont even waste my breath.

(The boos begin to rain down on Hudson. Unscathed by the negative response he receives, he continues on.)

JERAN HUDSON: And then...you have the so-called "Whole Damn Show". You know what...no. Sorry, you're not. These six men have made a hard effort in attempting to prove that they are indeed the life force of this company. Yet, when you corner one, they're as harmless as their word. A true example that creating an alliance with too many loose screws will eventually come apart. And their time is inevitable.

MASTERS: As much as I am a fan of "The Whole Damn Show", you listen to Hudson speak and you're convinced.

DANIELS: Hudson is giving his true opinions on each stable that the CZW has. And something tells me he fears nothing as far as the consequences are concerned.

MASTERS: Are you kidding me!?!? Why should he? He's "The Future", Jarred. And you know damn well that it's only a matter of time until he has gold around that body that looks like it's been carved by Michelangelo himself. Need I remind you who found this diamond in the ruff?

DANIELS: No, you're right...I don't even want to hear his name right now.

JERAN HUDSON: And then...there is us. The family formerly known as "The Elite Revolution".

DANIELS: Formerly? What's Jeran saying?

JERAN HUDSON: Three men. Each with a purpose. Each with a desire to achieve that purpose. And each...with a goal. While I was away from this business, I learned something. Never rely on your friends to help you succeed. Only rely on them to pave the way. And that is what we are about. Don't expect us to recruit, as we have all the weapons we need for a war. And the lesser the group is in size, the closer our mentality. We are far superior to any other stable on that basis alone...and we show it. We represent what a true faction should be. And that is success. We live it. We breathe it. And again, we show it. We are not lead by a selfish soul, and we are not plagued by a weak one. We live and breathe by our priorities, and we get 'em done. We represent our city and our proud faction. And we are adorned by our reputation of being elite and having the greatest future of any other team in this company. We are immune to greed, and lack the weak link. We don't need to remind you of our elite status by the name of our group. We show it the way it should be done...by action. Remember this day...because it will be forever etched as the day the new era begun. We...are 2-8_1.

("Deep" by Nine Inch Nails plays through the speakers. Jeran drops the mic and exits the ring with a swagger of confidence as he makes his way up the ramp)

DANIELS: 2-8_1? An unorthodox name to say the least, but a catchy one at that.

MASTERS: You see that man walking up the ramp, Jarred? One day...One day...He will be wearing a championship belt. You mark my words on that. I've never heard a man speak and actually send chills through my spine in the amount of confidence he boasted behind his words. With this much confidence, in his view of the future, it's hard to disagree with him.

DANIELS: Nevertheless, It seems like the Elite Revolution is no more. They are now 2-8_1. A different name, a different attitude, and a different outlook in general.

MASTERS: And something tells me that this three-man group, with Leah Kimara managing them, is a true force to be reckoned with. There is no doubt about it. I think the other stables better take notice quickly.

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
IDOLIZED -vs- TOXIC -vs- DISASTERPIECE

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The teams start in their respective corners, deciding who starts, Toxic and Idolized quickly decide that Evan Tyler and Jason Black will start for their teams, Mortius and Blaze have a few words before a frustrated looking Blaze steps onto the apron.

The bell rings, starting the match

Jason Black jump starts the match by bum rushing Evan and starts to pummel him with fights and lefts while Mortius stays back and watches the attack. Jason gets pulled off of Evan by the ref but he gos right back to beating on Evan, the ref pulls him off once more but again Jason gos right back, this time Mortius goes over and pulls Jason off, Jason, thinking it was the ref again, slaps Mortius across the face. Mort stands there a bit taken aback, Jason trys to cross Mort to tag in Jason but Mort cuts him off with a strong clothesline. Jason stumbles up into the middle off the ring where he gets hit with another clothesline from Mort, then another clothesline. When Jason stumbles up this time Mort grabs him by the throat and presses Jason into the air then drops him down into a rib breaker. Cover.

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Evan climbs into the ring and lifts Blaze onto his shoulders in an electric chair position while Kyle goes to the apron. Kyle springs in going for the Limo Wreck but Blaze catches him in mid-air and nails him with an overhead belly to belly off of Kyle's own partner, sending him and Blaze to the mat. Evan picks Blaze up off the mat but gets yanked to the outside and nailed with a choke slam by Mort. Blaze who is holding himself up by the ropes sees Jason Black come in and trys to cut him off with a clothesline but is ducked and nailed with a germen suplex. Jason could end the match now but he picks Blaze up and lifts him into a powerbomb position, going for The Crystal Method, Blaze somehow reverses into a rana, sending Jason into Mark who had just climbed onto the apron. Jason stumbles black and gets drilled with a snap powerslam from Blaze

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-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
MATT STYLEZ & RONNIE McNEIL -vs- ALAN FISCUS & BRYAN McNALLY

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DANIELS: Ladies and gentlemen, if you are just joining us, we have had one hell of a show, we just saw an action packed three way tag team match and up next we have another exciting tag team match as Alan Fiscus teams up with Bryan McNally to take on Ronnie McNeil and Matt Stylez.

MASTERS: Yes indeed, Jarred, well now that I actually have a second to talk, let’s go to Jessica Towers in the ring.

*“Chroma-Matic” by Static X blares over the speakers*

DANIELS: Ah, I almost forgot our announce buddy. Here he comes walking down the isle with that cocky grin on his face.

MASTERS: YES! AHAHAHA!! Here he comes, the greatest edition to our announcing team, aside from me of course.

DANIELS: Of course.

*Frank walks down the ramp wearing a pin stripe business suit, on his way to the ring as he swaggers his way, chewing some gum. The fans boo massively as he spits out his gum and smacks it into the crowd. Frank gets in the ring and snatches the microphone from Jessica Towers.*

FINCH: That’s right Jennifer, you already know what it is.

*Jessica yells out from the outside of the ring: “IT’S JESSICA!”

FINCH: Yeah, like it matters. Anyhoo, as I was saying it’s time for the introductions so let’s begin.

“New Breed” by Fear Factory floods the arena and the fans boo massively as Bryan McNally makes his way out from the curtains.

FINCH: Making their way down the isle, are your winners, damn, sorry. It’s just such a foregone conclusion, it kind of slipped out. Anyway, making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of five hundred, forty eight pounds. They represent the greatest faction in CZW history,... THE RIPPER…BRYAN MCNALLY….THE SADISTIC SOLUTION….ALAN FISCUS!!!....THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW!!!

McNally and Fiscus bump fists with Frank Finch. Frank then drops the microphone and leaves the ring.

FINCH: Well I’m done, that’s your cue, Towers.

"King of My World" By Saliva blares over the PA system as the fans all cheer and Jessica grabs a microphone and begins to introduce the next tag team.

TOWERS: Making his way to the ring, he weighs in at two hundred, sixty eight pounds, standing at six foot, five inches tall and hailing from Birmingham, Alabama. HE IS THE ONE MAN SHOW….RONNIE MCNEIL!!!!!

*Ronnie stands at the top of the entrance ramp, taking in all the cheers. He then motions to the curtains as his music fades out. The fans stand to their feet cheering for Matt Stylez now.*

“Psychosocial” by Slipknot deafens the crowd as they go nuts, Stylez busts out from the curtains, dancing and acknowledging all the fans. Alan and Bryan both look at the two men with disgust as Ronnie and Matt shakes hands and haul ass down the isle, then slide into the ring. The referee calls for the bell.

*Frank takes a seat and puts on his headset as Masters begins kissing his ass as expected.*

MASTERS: Welcome back Mr. Finch sir. Have a seat and enjoy the match.

DANIELS: William, you’ve got Finch ass on your lips.

FINCH: Shut your mouth, four-eyes. He knows how to welcome a guest, you could learn a thing or two from him.

MASTERS: HAHA Take that Jarred.

DANIELS: Well anyway, the match has began and it looks as if Ronnie McNeil will start off against Bryan McNally, the battle of the Macs, if you will.

FINCH: *facepalm* Jarred, never ever tell another joke so long as you live.

MASTERS: I second that, well McNally ties up with McNeil but McNally throws him into the corner. Wow, McNally proving to be a little too strong for McNeil.

DANIELS: Indeed, William, McNally climbs on top of Ronnie and begins punching him in the face as the crowd boos with each strike.

FINCH: That’s why I don’t like these fans, they can’t take it when someone doesn’t follow suit. WDS does not follow suit and these ingrates are just going to have to deal with it.

DANIELS: Bryan sets Ronnie up on the turnbuckle, he sets Ronnie up and nails a super-plex from the top rope, that had to hurt. Bryan gets up and picks Ronnie into a bearhug, oh he’s squeezing the air right out of Ronnie now and the referee is in place for the submission but Ronnie is fighting it.

FINCH: Oh he’s going to tap here, it’s all over.

DANIELS: Don’t be so sure, Mr. Finch. Ronnie is fighting it off now as the fans cheer his name. Wait, he’s falling tired now, I think he may be out of it now.

FINCH: I told you, Jarred.

MASTERS: The referee is checking on Ronnie now as Bryan continues to squeeze the life out of Ronnie.

DANIELS: The referee is now holds up the right arm of Ronnie McNeil and I got to say it looks like he may be done for.

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NO WAIT, RONNIE WITH A SUDDEN SURGE ON ENERGY!

DANIELS: He breaks out of the hold, Ronnie bounces off the ropes. ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE OF MCNALLY!!! Ronnie crawls over to the corner and tags in Matt as Bryan jumps to his corner and tags in Alan.

FINCH: Here we go now, the match up we all have been waiting for, Alan against Matt Stylez. Watch how Alan takes this little punk apart.

MASTERS: The crowd is on their feet now. Matt and Alan begin circling each other as the entire arena blows up in cheers.

CROWD: STYLEZ! STYLEZ! STYLEZ! STYLEZ! STYLEZ!

DANIELS: Both men run at each other and Matt nails Alan with a swinging neck breaker. Matt is back to his feet now as he grabs Alan. Alan tosses Matt into the ropes, he comes back off the rebound with a springboard drop kick, once again, sending Alan to the mat and now Matt covers Alan for the win.

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DANIELS: Matt Stylez has the match won but Bryan McNally ran in for the save. Both men are now up to their feet, Matt swings at Alan but he ducks it .. CORKSCREW STUNNER!!! Matt is down now as Alan climbs top rope.

FINCH: I think he’s going for the STD.

MASTERS: Alan motions to the crowd, oh my god, he just flipped the fans off as he jumps….STD!!!

FINCH: YES! He nailed the Sick and Twisted Drive oh what a sweet move that is. That is exactly why I chose the shooting star press s my finisher.

DANIELS: Yes but when is the last time you actually wrestled?

FINCH: Shut up, Jarred, now watch this match end now.

DANIELS: Alan covers Matt for the win.

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DANIELS: Here comes Bryan across the ring. BIG BOOT TO RONNIE! Ronnie tumbles to the outside of the ring and now Bryan climbs out to go after him, this match is out of control.

FINCH: The monster is about to punish this punk and show him what REAL poetry looks like.

MASTERS: Bryan begins bashing Ronnie’s head into the steel steps. Ronnie is out on the outside of the ring now. Bryan walks over to the mat and pulls it back, exposing the concrete, this does not bode well for the one man show.

DANIELS: This does not look good for Ronnie. Bryan picks up Ronnie’s lifeless body, he lifts him up, this could be the second city savior… NO…RONNIE REVERSES IT AND NAILS BRYAN WITH THAT FLAWLESS CUTTER.

MASTERS: BAH GOD! His face just went crashing onto that unforgiving concrete. Bryan’s face is busted open. Alan sees an opportunity as he backs up and goes running toward the ropes. SUICIDE DIVE ON RONNIE MCNEIL!

FINCH: The Flawless Cutter? Did he steal my moniker?

DANIELS: Well actually, Frank, I believe Ronnie was here way before you showed up so I doubt that would hold up in court.

FINCH: Shut your mouth, bitch boy, it’s not about who was here first, it’s about who is better and I am most certainly better than Ronnie McNeil.

DANIELS: Well either way, Alan and Ronnie are on the outside of the ring exchanging punches but here comes Matt Stylez on the ring apron now… ASAI MOONSAULT!!! Matt Stylez with an impressive moonsault on Alan but he did also land on Ronnie McNeil.

MASTERS: That’s called Collateral Damage, Jarred. McNally is back to his feet now as he stumbles around and here comes Matt Stylez running toward Bryan but he nails Matt with a bicycle kick.

DANIELS: Matt Stylez is out now, Alan and Bryan double team Ronnie, Bryan sets Ronnie on the Spanish announce table.

SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: QUE DEJAR DE HACER!!! QUE DEJAR DE HACER!!! QUE DEJAR DE HACER!!!

DANIELS: What in God’s name do they have planned for Ronnie? Alan walks over to the ring, reaches under it and sets up a ladder! BAH GOD they don’t want to win this match, they want to punish these two men, perhaps for interfering in that tag team street fight from Evil Intentions.

FINCH: This is exactly what he deserves for screwing with Alan’s match.

MASTERS: Bryan McNally is now climbing the ladder, he is now at the top and I don’t want to know what he has planned. Alan is now cheering him on, it’s almost as if he is directing traffic.

DANIELS: BUT WAIT…MATT STYLEZ IS BACK TO HIS FEET NOW! Alan doesn’t see him though, Matt runs up behind Alan, spins him around and nails him with the High Style. Matt then scales the ladder. McNally and Stylez are on either side of the top of the ladder now.

MASTERS: This is bloody chaos! Both these men are now exchanging blows to the face as they teeter from the tope. This is dangerous; somebody may be broken in two.

FINCH: COME ON, BRYAN!!!!

DANIELS: Bryan McNally gains the advantage; he hooks up…OH GOD NO!!!!

CRASH!!!!

SPANISH ANNOUNCER: AY DIOS MIO!! AY DIOS MIO!!

DANIELS: OH MI DIOS! BAH GOD! SECOND CITY SAVIOUR ONTO THE TABLE AND ON TOP OF RONNIE MCNEIL!!!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

MASTERS: These men are broken, all three: Matt Stylez landed on Ronnie McNeil and Bryan McNally landed on that concrete floor but not before he bounced off that table.

DANIELS: I don’t know what to make of this, the only man able to continue is Alan and he is struggling to get back to his feet after taking that “High Style” by Matt Stylez. Alan looks on at the destruction is complete disbelief.

FINCH: Matt and Ronnie got exactly what the deserved, McNally just showed how bad ass he truly is by sacrificing himself to punish those two rejects and now Alan looks irate.

DANIELS: Alan does seem to have a sadistic grin on his face, no pun intended. Alan grabs Matt by his hair. OH MY GOD! HE IS DRAGGING MATT STYLEZ TO THE RINGSIDE BY HIS HAIR, THAT HAS TO HURT! He picks up Matt and throws him in the ring, then slides in himself.

FINCH: This does not bode well for the so called ‘serial thriller’.

MASTERS: Alan begins stomping on Matt like a damn cockroach, he is breaking his ribs. Alan picks Matt up…BAH GOD…THE OVERTHROW!

FINCH: It’s all over now, boys…hahaha… YES!!!

DANIELS: ALAN COVERS STYLEZ FOR THE WIN!!!

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FINCH: CUE THE FAT LADY OR JARRED’S MOTHER, BOYS, IT’S ALL OVER NOW!!!

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FINCH: WHAT THE HELL??!! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!!! THAT’S IT…..

*Finch throws off his headset and heads for the ring but he is cut off by Ronnie McNeil.*

DANIELS: RONNIE IS BACK UP AND HE JUST NAILED FINCH WITH THE FLAWLESS (CUTTER)!!!!

RONNIE: THAT’S HOW YOU DO FLAWLESS, BITCH!!!

DANIELS: Alan picks up Matt again but Matt grabs Alan and Irish whips him into the ropes, Ronnie grabs Alan’s foot. Alan turns around to grab Ronnie but Matt spins him around as Ronnie slides into the ring. Matt hits Alan with a punch to the face, Ronnie spins Alan around….

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DANIELS: IMPERFECTIONS ON ALAN!!! RONNIE TURNS HIM FACE UP AS MATT CLIMBS THE ROPES!

MASTERS: THRILL KILL!!!! STYLEZ COVERS!!!

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DANIELS: IT’S OVER!!!! STYLEZ AND MCNEIL WIN!!!

TOWERS: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS…..RONNIE MCNEIL AND MATT SYLEZ!!!!!

DANIELS: WOW! What an impressive and brutal match. McNally and Fiscus put up one hell of a match but in the end it was Matt and Ronnie who got the win. What a show of team work by those two amazing superstars.

MASTERS: You can stop kissing their asses now, Jarred. Folks we have a lot more to come so stay tuned.

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(We cut backstage inside the office of the GM of Overdrive. Jesse Montana is seated next to his desk while conversing with an unknown person on the phone. With a angered expression stained on his face, he continues to speak. Suddenly a knock is heard on the door, making Jesse cut his phone conversation short. He hangs up and looks at the door.)

MONTANA: Come in.

(The door swings open as Jeran Hudson walks in. Jesse looks back with a smirk on his face as Jeran closes the door behind him.)

MONTANA: Jeran Hudson...Long time, no see, eh?

(Jeran walks up to Montana as Jesse gets up from his chair. They stare at each other for a few seconds as the crowd in the arena boo at the reunion of these two former allies. Hudson nods his head as he cracks a smile.)

HUDSON: Indeed. But I didn't come in here to reminisce about our past. I need you to do something for me, Montana.

MONTANA: Is that so?

HUDSON: Yeah. I'm here to announce my contending for the X-Title. All I need is your approval.

MONTANA: The X-Title, eh? Why in the hell would you want to lower yourself to get to that championship title?

HUDSON: Actually Montana, I'd be doing you a favor. I'd be getting that title out of its slumps. I'd be putting it on a higher pedestal and out of that pathetic reputation that it has in the hands of Havok. Now, we both know that I'm a fair man...so I'm not asking for a title shot. I'm asking you to give me a #1 Contendership match at Volatile Day.

MONTANA: Okay...Okay...I see. Well...since we're talking about favors here. I guess it would only be fair for you to do something for me now. As you know, I kinda have my hands full sweeping this federation of it's scum with the likes of "The Whole Damn Show". And there's a mosquito on my back that wont die. Krimzon Blaze. I need you to take care of him for me. Not that I need your help, but hey, if I can get someone to do my dirty work while I take care of important business, why not? So next week, you'll go one on one against Krimzon Blaze. You win, you get your contendership match for the X-Title. You lose...well...then you don't deserve any kind of shot to begin with then, right?

(Jeran smiles as he raises a single brow at the stinging comment. He laughs a bit and replies with a smile.)

HUDSON: Krimzon Blaze, huh? You always were one to make jokes, Montana. Consider it done. I'll try not to kill him for you.

MONTANA: Like I give a damn if you kill him. I'm glad to hear it. Just do it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to take care of. So out..

(Jeran smirks as he walks out of the room with his focus set on next week. The scene cuts back to Jesse who gets back to his telephone.)

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Graduate" GREGORY GRANTHAM -vs- "The OGT" MAYNARD O'TOOLE

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Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen the following fight is scheduled for one fall.

Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth begins to play as Maynard O’Toole appears on the staging area to a mixed reaction from the fans.

Towers: Heading to the ring first… from Fayetteville, North Carolina… weighing in at 275lbs… The O…G…T… Maynard O’Toole!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: The former CZW World Heavyweight Champion looking confident as he makes his way to the ring. He and his opponent tonight are certainly no strangers to each other, they’ve wrestled alongside each other and against each other.

Masters: Many times Jarred, they have had some of the best battles I have seen.

Daniels: And the fans certainly seeming to be warming to this awesome superstar, and why not William… he is one of the greats in this business.

Upgrade^Brigade by Fair to Midland begins to play and the cheers now turn to uniform boos as Gregory Grantham appears on the stage, sneering hatefully to the CZW fans. Towers: And the opponent… from Houston Texas… he weighs in at 245lbs… The Graduate… Gregory Grantham!!!!

Daniels: Giving away some weight to his opponent but don’t let that fool you, he is one of the strongest men in CZW. And has become very dominant with Elite Revolution.

Masters: Not Elite Revolution anymore Jarred… they are the two-dash-eight one now.

Daniels: Yes I forgot, Jeran said this earlier… what is with that name? And speaking of Jeran Hudson… as we just heard he is wanting a shot at the X-Division title… what does this mean for the tag team match at the Pay Per View… pitting Jeran and this guy Gregory Grantham against El Pablo and Ace King.

DING DING!

Daniels: These two great athletes eyeing each other up now. To think these rivals are former friends and former stable mates in Upstarts.

Masters: Stable mates yes… but I am not sure they were ever friends Jarred. Anyway they are locking up in the center of the ring, I wonder who is the stronger of the two.

As Grantham and Maynard struggle with each other it appears Grantham is just slightly stronger as he slowly forces Maynard back in to the corner. Both men hold up there hands as there is an uncharacteristic clean break. Grantham backing off a few steps as he poses a double bicep, showing off his tremendous physique. Maynard nods, a slight smile on his face. The fans booing shows they are certainly not impressed.

Daniels: Gregory the stronger of the two, there are not too many men on the roster with more upper body strength than Grantham.

Masters: For once I agree with you Daniels, and he knows it too.

As the two lock up gain it is once again Grantham getting the upper hand as he is powering Maynard into the corner, but this time Maynard reverses and it is Grantham who ends up in the corner. Another clean break and this time it is Maynard who poses… crotch chopping. The crowd seem to cheer this time, indicating that they are more behind Maynard in this high profile match.

Masters: Gregory did not like that, he is in Maynard’s face now and talking some sort of trash. I can’t tell what he is saying though Jarred.

Daniels: No me neither, although it must be something bad… Grantham slapping Maynard. And that has fired Maynard up… Grantham running and exiting the ring with Maynard hot on his tail.

Grantham rolls back into the ring and is closely followed by Maynard but Grantham is there in waiting…

Daniels: Oh my that was a cheap shot, Grantham stomping on Maynard’s head as he gets into the ring.

Masters: That was no cheap shot Jarred, that was smart game play by Grantham.

Daniels: Yes and he is letting our fans know it, pointing to his head with an arrogant grin on his face as Maynard slowly gets back to his feet still a little dazed from that shot.

Masters: But look at Grantham, he is poised ready to make his next move… whoa!!!

Daniels: German Suplex from behind the unsuspecting Maynard and Grantham has taken charge of this match.

Grantham now pacing the ring with a cocky grin on his face, angering the fans as they boo wildly. Grantham walks back over to Maynard and lifts him up… Maynard with a right hand to Grantham’s midsection… and another but Grantham with a knee to Maynards’s gut and…

Daniels: Short arm clothesline!!!

Masters: And with that huge arm of Grantham you can see Maynard is down and seemingly out. Daniels: And Grantham is not giving Maynard time to get his breath back as he mounts him and starts delivering right fists to Maynard’s forehead.

Masters: Well the crowd don’t like this but I’m loving it. And look at this… Grantham has just applied a sleeper onto Maynard… this could be a quick match Jarred!

Daniels: You wish, but its not going to happen… Maynard is a former World Champion and he is not going to quit that easily. He is up onto a knee now as the crowd are amazingly right behind him. LETS GO MAYNARD!!! LETS GO MAYNARD!!!

Grantham shakes his head as Maynard is fighting back to his feet. He hits an elbow to the gut, and another, and a third forces Grantham to break the hold but Grantham grabs a handful of hair to pull Maynard back into the sleeper hold… now eye gouging as he wraps his python like arm around Maynard’s throat.

Masters: And that is why he is the most intelligent superstar in CZW!

Daniels: Because he is a low life who uses cheap tactics like what we have just seen.

Masters: Oh shut up you silly man. What the hell would you know about competing in that ring Jarred? You do what ever it takes to win, you would know that if you had ever been in a bloody match!

Daniels: Well actually I have…

Masters: What the hell is that, Maynard back to his feet and he just back kicked Grantham in the groin… that’s a low blow!!!

Daniels: Whatever it takes Masters… your words not mine!

Grantham is now down on the canvas as Maynard rests on the top rope as he tries to get the air back into his lungs. As Grantham begins to use the ropes on the opposite side to get back to his feet Maynard charges at him and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside.

Maynard follows Grantham out the ring as Grantham is once again getting back to his feet.

Daniels: Maynard looks pissed William… Grantham is unaware that Maynard is behind him.

Masters: Whoa… roundhouse kick catching Grantham in the side of the head… he is still on his feet Jarred but…

Daniels: FULL NELSON SLAM ON THE OUTSIDE!!!! DID YOU HEAR THE SPLAT AS GRANTHAM HIT THE THIN MATS!!!

Masters: That sounded bloody awful but there may be worse to come as Maynard is now peeling back the mats. What is he planning on doing here… he has Grantham up.

Daniels: Think about this Maynard… you could cause some serious damage here. Grantham is up across Maynard’s back. He hits a couple of elbows into the side of Maynard’s head as he tries to escape but it has little effect.

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!!!!!

Masters: Grantham landed on his feet!!! Grantham with a kick to Maynard’s midsection.

Daniels: He narrowly escaped a possible career ender there… Maynard with a European uppercut.

Grantham reels back but as Maynard goes for a right hand, Grantham blocks and rakes Maynard’s eyes, impairing his vision for a moment. Grantham now applies a rear waistlock and goes for a German Suplex but Maynard blocks… Maynard slips behind Grantham…

Daniels: I wish they would move away from that exposed concrete, someone is going to get really hurt here.

Masters: Maynard kicks Grantham in the lower back, that was sick…

Daniels: Oh my GOD!!!!! Maynard has Grantham up on his shoulders… don’t do it Maynard!!! Masters: Whoa!!!

Daniels: ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP TO THE CONCRETE!!!! GRANTHAM COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT!!!!

The crowd are silenced as Maynard slowly makes his way back to his feet but Grantham is not moving. Maynard lifts Grantham’s limp body back into the ring and then follows… the cover!

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Daniels: I don’t know William, I really don’t know. But even though he kicked out he is at Maynard’s mercy here. Grantham trying to roll onto his front but even this is difficult.

Masters: Oh wait… what is this?

Daniels: He calls that THE UNDERTOW!!!!! And Grantham’s situation just got from bad to worse!!! Maynard pulls back at Grantham’s arm as he has the hold sinched in hard. Grantham is screaming in pain as Maynard shouts and demands for him to tap. But Grantham is slowly trying to crawl his way to the ropes.

Masters: Grantham is showing some immense toughness here. I’m not sure even I could take this sort of pain Jarred.

Daniels: Any normal man would have tapped by now, he may be an arrogant prick but you have to admire his toughness.

Grantham is almost at the ropes, about to grab hold when Maynard releases the hold and drops an elbow onto the back of Grantham’s neck. He then lifts Grantham back up as he is clearly still wobbly on his legs… kick to the gut and then lifts him up… Jackhammer!!!!

Daniels: Look at the strength exhibited by the former World Champion.

Masters: And Maynard with the cover.

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Daniels: How is he doing it William?

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Daniels: Desperation DDT by Gregory Grantham but is should buy him some time in this match.

Masters: Well it has been all Maynard for the past few minutes, Grantham needs to turn this thing around.

As Grantham sits in the corner he sees Maynard getting back to his feet. Grantham charges in Daniels: But Maynard sees him coming in and lifts him onto his shoulders… wait….no way it’s the THIRD EYE!!!!!

Masters: That’s it! As tough as Gregory is I cannot see him withstanding this after all he has taken in this match.

Daniels: Maynard slowly going into the cover.

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Masters: Wait… No I think Gregory just got his shoulder up before the hand hit the mat for the third time.

Daniels: Yes it would appear you are right, the referee is indicating a two count.

Masters: Of course I am right you peon, I am William Masters!

Daniels: Indeed you are and don’t we know it. But back to the match, Maynard cannot believe this… he has to be thinking what does he have to do.

Masters: Well Maynard is lifting Grantham up again… wait…Grantham pushes Maynard away. Daniels: Superkick!!! Superkick!!!!

Maynard falls to the canvas after being hit square on the jaw with the superkick. Grantham falls to the floor and the referee begins to count both men

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Masters: What the… Grantham playing possum.

Daniels: He has him up, he has him up….THE 4.0!!!!

Grantham falls back to the canvas after expending what energy he has left delivering his finisher. The referee is about to count both men again but Grantham rolls over, placing one arm over Maynard’s chest

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Masters: But where is Grantham going, rolling out of the ring.

Daniels: Well he is coming this way… hey what the hell is he doing.

Grantham pushes the timekeeper of his chair and then takes the chair back into the ring with him. Maynard is still down and Grantham lifts the chair high above his head and

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Masters: Grantham hit him hard with that spinebuster Jarred.

Daniels: Yes, after attempting yet another cheap shot.

Masters: Grantham with the cover, hooking the leg this time.

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Masters: Look at Grantham, I think he does wants this match to end.

Daniels: Grantham lifting up Maynard.. wait Maynard slips behind… THE EULOGY!!!

Masters: Another devastating submission hold by Maynard… Grantham in real trouble here again. The fans cheer as Maynard locks in his version of the Guillotine choke. Grantham struggles to get to the ropes but he is dead center of the ring. Grantham attempts to struggle out but Maynard has the hold locked in hard.

Daniels: What’s this… is he going to tap.

Masters: Don’t do it Grantham… don’t do it!!!

Daniels: Would it be fair to say you are being biased here William?

Masters; Absolutely not… its not fair to say it and it is a thoroughly fallacious comment for you to make Jarred. But yet, you r not exactly a man of integrity are you?

Daniels: Well Grantham is fading now as this hold is still in tight.

The fans are cheering the apparent end of Grantham but their cheers turn to jeers as Grantham, in an amazing feat of strength begins standing up with Maynard on his back.

Masters: Look at this Jarred… he is back to his feet.

Daniels: An awesome power display… and look at this, he has not only broken the hold but he has tossed Maynard onto his back…4.0!!!!!

Masters: My goodness, where did that come from?

Daniels: Maynard is down, Grantham simply collapses on top of him.

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Daniels: That’s the match William, Grantham is the winner although neither man look much like a winner at this point.

Masters: A brilliant match between two superb athletes. I bet this feud is far from over.

Daniels: Well as Maynard rolls out of the ring it is Grantham with his hand raised, although having to use the ring ropes to help him stand.

Towers: The winner of the match… The Graduate…Gregory Grantham!!!!!

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

-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
JESSE MONTANA & THE JACKAL -vs- "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY & HELLENA

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Jessica Towers enters the ring, and the fans wait in anticipation of the next match-up.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag-team match, scheduled for one fall!”

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” blares out over the PA, and the fans let loose with the most deafening chorus of jeers all night. After a few moments Jesse Montana and the Jackal head out onto the stage, Jesse animatedly chomps away on his gum with a smirk on his face, the Jackal glaring out to the fans, displaying his Intercontinental Championship.

Towers: “Making their way to the ring first, the CZW Intercontinental Champion, KARL ‘the Jackal’ JACKSON!! And his tag-team partner, he is ‘the Sensation,’ JESSE MONTANA!!”

The reaction from the crowd nearly drowns the introduction as Jesse and the Jackal take their time making their way down to the ring. Once inside, Jackson removes his belt and displays it high above him, yelling and pumping himself up. Jesse struts about posing briefly before heading to the corner, hopping up and lounging across the top ropes. The music finally dies down and “Puritania” kicks in, the fans booing slightly less than before, with a few scattered fans cheering for ‘Bad Ass’ as he slowly walks out onto the ramp. He glares coldly straight down to the ring, continuing his slow pace down the ramp without so much as a moment’s hesitation on the stage. He stops halfway down and his lips turn slightly into a sick grin, and he produces a pair of brass knuckles! Slipping them over his hand, he turns around and faces the stage!

Daniels: “Dear God! Don’t tell me!!”

Masters: “This is sick, even for HIM!!”

“Psycho” plays out and the fans offer up a mild chorus of boos, most of them actually seem to be waiting tensely for Hellena to head out and face Covey who seems to be ready to completely destroy her. The moments pass and she still does not show. Covey shakes his head, smirking at the stage before turning around and heading down to the ring.

Daniels: “It looks like Hellena wisely chose not to come out here tonight!”

Masters: “Who can blame her? She’s pregnant, for God’s sake! And Covey looks like he was about to start a domestic dispute!”

Daniels: “That’s putting it mildly! Covey slides into the ring and the Jackal and Jesse pounce!”

*ding-ding!*

Daniels: “There’s the bell as Montana and Jackson stomp away at ‘Bad Ass,’ double-teaming him right at the start of the match! They kick him into the corner and both begin stomping a mud hole in him! The ref getting in their faces and Montana shoves him aside!”

Masters: “Well, he’s the boss, what’s he going to do, really?”

Daniels: “An unfortunate but correct statement, there. The two keep hammering away on a prone Covey and our referee now again trying to separate them. Montana now stepping onto the apron, being admonished by the official, but look at Jesse, just completely mocking him!”

Masters: “Jesse Montana stepped out because he felt like it, Daniels. Don’t ever think that anyone in this company, including the referees tell him what to do! Here’s the Jackal, pulling Covey up out of the corner…overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Beautifully executed!”

Daniels: “A great move indeed, and now Jackson looking to follow up on it…knee-drop to the head! And another! He pulls Covey to his feet and whips him into the ropes, ducks down for a back-drop…Covey with a sharp kick to the face! Jackal stands upright, clutching his head and Covey tears him down with a vicious lariat!”

Masters: “Stiff shot there from ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey! Both men getting up slowly now! Jackson swings a right…blocked…BRASS KNUCKLES TO THE HEAD! Jackson hits the ground hard! Covey still had the knuckles!!”

Daniels: “That’s quite an equalizer right there…Montana from behind with a bulldog on Covey! Once again the official tries to get in Jesse’s face but again he brushes him off, taking the knuckles away from ‘Bad Ass,’ tossing them to the outside! Jesse picks Covey up and twists his arm, runs to the corner…shoulder-first into the ring post! And now with the damage done, Montana steps back out onto the apron.”

Masters: “If Matt Covey even SURVIVES this match, it’ll be a miracle! The Jackal now getting back to his feet slowly and it looks like Covey busted his head wide open with that shot! He comes over and tags in Montana!”

Daniels: “And now Jesse is finally LEGAL in this match! Covey has pulled himself from between the turnbuckles and is now slumped in the corner, and Montana charges in with a clothesline! Now looks to be setting Covey up for a superplex…and…IT CONNECTS!”

Masters: “Honestly, with the car accidents, unsanctioned fights, and physical matches Covey has had in the past couple MONTHS, I’m amazed he’s not dead yet!”

Daniels: “I’m definitely not the president of the ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey fan club, but I can’t say I’m enjoying watching Jesse Montana and Karl Jackson totally dismantle him, either! Montana tagging in the Jackal now. Jackson and Montana…DOUBLE DDT!!”

Masters: “I’m telling you, Covey doesn’t even know where he is!”

Daniels: “And they’re not even going for a pin here! Just pressing the attack even more! Jackson taunting ‘Bad Ass’ now, his forehead a red mess from that cut! He grabs Covey and pulls him from the mat…T-bone suplex!! Tag to Jesse…he’s climbing up!!”

Masters: “Everyone knows what’s coming next! He flies! DIVING ELBOW!!”

Daniels: “The crowd booing heavily here as Montana nonchalantly goes for the pin!”

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Daniels: “Montana pulls Covey up and tucks his head in a front face-lock, moving into the corner! Looks like we might see a tornado DDT here! Montana leaps and they spin…and Covey spins full-circle, driving Montana hard into the corner! Jesse looks like he had the wind driven out of him, and now Covey starts laying into him with headbutts!”

Masters: “…3, 4, 5! Five headbutts right to the boss’ face!! Covey is somehow back into it! He drags Montana out of the corner, dragging his face along the top rope!! He lifts him…drops him throat-first across the top rope!”

Daniels: “Covey is on a roll and here comes the Jackal…SPEAR BY COVEY! He saw him coming! He staggers to his feet; it’s amazing he can walk like that!”

Masters: “As much time as Covey spends intoxicated; he’s a pro at staggering, Daniels!”

Daniels: “Yeah well…RUNNING PUNT TO THE HEAD! Jackson is staring at the lights! Covey turns to Montana- MONTANA EXPRESS!”

Masters: “He caught his foot! KICK TO THE GROIN!! Matt Covey is on the warpath!!”

Daniels: “Now he’s back on the attack, turning towards the Jackal! Sitting over him in that mounted position, pummeling away at his already bloody forehead!! Covey’s fist is red with the Jackal’s blood as he hammers down right after right! Montana slowly getting to his feet now-dropkick to the back of Covey’s head, knocking him off of the Jackal! All three men are down at the moment!”

Masters: “Covey might’ve used up the rest of his gas there, the Jackal might have a concussion, and poor Jesse’s had his jewels mooshed! Montana and Covey to their feet, and Covey whirls around to face him with a haymaker! Blocked!”

Daniels: “Montana with a knee to the gut! Sets him up! Suplex! Rolls with it and…a second! He rolls again, hooks the leg-FISHERMAN’S AMIGO!!”

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Daniels: “Jesse shoves the official aside and begins to scale the inside turnbuckle! He glances back and leaps back! MOONSAULT!! NOBODY HOME!! Covey somehow rolls away! Covey back to his feet, VERY slowly as Montana attempts to stand…he grabs him and sets him up…maybe for the B.I.O.Y.A!!”

Masters: “JACKAL!! Clothesline out of nowhere!! All three men down AGAIN!!”

Daniels: “Jesse and the Jackal slowly getting back to their feet, picking Covey up, pounding away on him. Jesse holds him by the arms and the Jackal now working him over with straight fists to the face! Covey’s nose is bleeding now as Jackson can be heard audibly taunting him, now blasting him in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him!”

Masters: “Wait, the crowd is on their feet…It’s Maynard O’Toole!! He’s heading down to the ring with his sledgehammer! He hits the ring and the Jackal turns around and takes a cross-check from the sledge handle!”

Daniels: “Jesse with the Montana Express! Maynard ducks and drives the sledge into his gut!! O’Toole turns around and swings at the Jackal! HE HITS COVEY!!”

Masters: “RIGHT IN THE FACE!”

Daniels: “The Jackal bolts and O’Toole chases after him! Over the guardrail and into the crowd!”

Masters: “And Jesse and Covey are down in the ring, but Montana is stirring! Oh my God, O’Toole may have finished Covey off for Jesse!!”

Daniels: “It very well could be! Covey isn’t moving! Montana is crawling towards him! COVER!!”

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Daniels: “That’s it! We see our official holding up Montana’s arm in victory, but Covey held his own against both men until that freak accident!”

Masters: “Are you SO sure it was an accident, Daniels?”

Daniels: “What? Of course it was!”

Masters: “Maybe…”

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” plays as Jesse stands, holding his ribs. O’Toole and the Jackal are nowhere to be seen, but a sly smile crosses the Sensation’s face as he stands victorious.

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~~ DEREK DAMAGE LEAVING CEREMONY ~~

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(Jarred Daniels is now standing in the middle of the ring as the fans wait with anticipation for the start of the Derek Damage leaving Ceremony. As the lights start to be dulled Jarred grabs a mic and begins to speak)

DANIELS: Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Now as you all know, recently we saw the departure of maybe the most influential figure CZW has ever seen, this man was and for always will be a legend in the sport of Professional Wrestling and his character in and out of the ring was admired by many. I know I would not be standing here without this man and I would just lie to say a personal thank you to him. Derek Damage started this company back in late 2007, and from then we saw the birth of CZW at the beginning of 2008 and it grew larger every week it aired, even Derek himself was shocked by the rapid rate it was growing, becoming a World Wide phenomenon, CZW grew in roster size, staff size and became a Company to rival the very best in the World. CZW stands tall here today, and it is all thank to the creative mind of this one man we are here to celebrate today, a long with every other staff member, every superstar in the back and all of you fans, CZW has become one of the most popular televised shows on Television today…and here we are with you in Peru, just shows how fast CZW has grown. It is not only me and all of you who want to say thanks to Derek though, every roster member wants to pay their respects too. Come on out!

(As the roster begins to fill the ring, ramp and staging area, Derek Damage’s music begins to play as a video begins to play on the titontron)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVsj7Rl-DJM&feature=related (The fans cheer as the superstars clap some of the shown achievements Derek Damage has had, from young to old in this sport)

DANIELS: Yeah Derek has had many great moments in and out of this ring, and how great it is to watch it back now, from him being a young newcomer to the sport to the old legend we know and love now. We have seen what things Derek can do, whether it be raising his voice to the point where he goes purple, or it be creating his own faction, to fighting hardcore matches against Tim Timmons, he has gone through a roller coaster ride, but now lets here from a few others and what they say about the great Derek Damage. I am sorry guys but if you look up at the Combat-Tron, you may see yourselves up on there…

(The superstars look up as the first face to appear there is Derek Damage with a message to all, the fans cheer and clap as the superstars smile, some with tears in their eyes)

Well its time to officially call it a end I have been doing this for many moons now lol and I have come to a point where I am just washed up a has been and its pretty much over I am officially retiring from CZW it was fun just theres really nothing for me to be here no good story lines for my character and I think its time that DD says good by for good. I hope you all keep this site going its the best there is the best there was and the best there every will be Alan like I told you a long time ago I am handing this site over to you I said once I call it good its yours so here you go bud run it good and keep it alive and kicking. Do not delete my account I am going to now and then swing in and say hi but all in all I can not compete with you guys your all to f**king good and I am very glad we got you all so keep up the good work and best of luck with this site. Jesse your doing very f**king awesome as gm and thank you for all your hard work and dedication to this site same with you Alan you have been here since day one with me so you two and Mayo, Ace, and Covey keep this place kicking ass and best of luck love ya all its time for me to just hang up my boots.

I am not mad or pissed off at any one I am just washed up and tired so please do not bash my name in the mud remember i did make this site lol

(The next is Gregory Grantham)

Wow. Truely a sad day in CzW. This company is much less without you here in capacity. Good luck.

(The next is Kirkland)

Sorry to see you go DD. I really hope you do continue to drop by so this place doesnt go to hell,lol

(The next is Mike Monroe)

it wont be the same without you. we all will make damn sure this place is here forever

(The next is Krimzon Blaze)

Its sad to see you go DD.

I'll always remember you giving me "ownership" of the chatbox those few little times when you did.

There will always be a Derek Damage here.

Come visit from time to time.

KB will be here for a LONG time to come.

YOUR... Aerial Specialist.

(The next is Jeran Hudson)

Thanks for giving me advice in my first weeks here in this fed, Derek. You've pulled me out of the fire several times when shit got hot so I owe you some. I'm glad your happy with your decision and I'll see you around. Thanks, Bro.

Peace.

(The next is Eric Collum)

DD baby I hate to watch you go, but I love to watch you leave

*wink and double gun*

JK man, but in all seriousness, you rock the casbah, no matter what Montana says about you

Don't worry about us, we're gonna keep this place just as kick ass as it has been since day one, and don't worry about Fiscus, Covey, Ace, and Mayo either, I'll keep all them suckas in check for ya.

Good luck with everything out there in the real world man.

Your current World Champ,

EC

(The next is Jesse Montana)

Derek, we may all love to rib you in the chat box, about your age and all that crap, but we all love you deep down and respect the hell out of you, I mean I have tried making sites in the past and damn, I could never even get it to 0.00000000001% as good as this site. You made this happen for us so I am eternally grateful to you for that, and as you said, Alan you have stood by Derek all this time and done one hell of a job too, you also made it happen, bro.

I will always remember you...I will remember you as Ric Flair though, just so I can still take the piss out of your thousands of hip replacements, lol, you will never be forgotten, I will make sure of that, and I am just kidding, if any of these young bitches say a bad word about you I will fire them, then make them kiss your wrinkly ass as a souvenir Woooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

Derek, I respect your decision about not being an active RPer, and you have great staff so this place will be run like it deserves, but I did have a stroryline in mind for you as Derek Damage, not as any other character, so if you ever want to return and pick up that storyline, I will be happy to do whatever for you man.

But if this is your last time here, then I just want to say thank you, THANK YOU! And please stick around on the chat box and aim, even though I can't use the damn chat box at least all these guys can still talk with you, God Bless you man.

(The next is Maynard O’Toole)

Okay, Brett Favre... I mean DD, its been fun, take it easy

(The next is Buck Evans)

We love ya DD, God's speed.

(The next is JA Sawyer)

Hey, DD, I know I'm not active in CZW right now but I still have to acknowledge that you helped me get into e-fedding. CZW was the first e-fed I had been in and you were the person that ran things at the time and answered all of my many, many questions back when I didn't know a thing about it all. I'm still on Yahoo and Facebook if you ever want to chat. Thanks.

Joel

(The videos end as the superstars and fans clap once more)

DANIELS: Yes thank you to everyone who sent a message there, and it was great from hearing from JA Sawyer there too. Now Derek loved every part of being the CZW Chairman, maybe taking it to his head on some occasions but he was a great leader. However, now after his departure, a lot of people have asked, who takes over as the Chairman of CZW. Should it be Alan Fiscus, former General Manager of CZW?

(The fans cheer and boo at the same time, many chants for the legendary Fiscus though)

DANIELS: Or should it be a man who has been here since day one in the company, being the Superstar of the Year, maybe it is time for him to step up to a higher level…El Pablo!

(The fans scream in hysterics, now chanting for the Five Star Superstar)

MASTERS: Oh what have you set them off for you idiot Jarred.

DANIELS: Or should it even be the current CZW President…Jesse Montana?!

(The fans almost riot at this thought, serious boos, swearing and explicit cursing towards the Sensation)

DANIELS: Okay guess you don’t want that then, and to tell you the truth, neither do I…but someone has to take over and I have a feeling we may not be long from finding out…

(Suddenly Jarred jumps as some music begins to play. The fans look on in confusion, as the superstars turn towards the entrance ramp, everyone shocked to see…

BRIAN DAMAGE…son of Derek Damage…the fans go crazy after having not seen or even heard of this man for several months, fading into obscurity until now. Brian stands on the ramp, everyone staring at him as he adjusts his suit, then places a mic to his mouth, looking rather calm for saying he hasn’t been in CZW for almost a year)

DAMAGE: Looks like my Father had many friends here in the Company that he built. I respect that, and I am sure my Father does too…unfortunately he cannot be here tonight for this ceremony, but guess what…I AM!

(The fans cheer as he begins to loosen up more, now stretching his arms as he begins to talk more)

DAMAGE: I am glad you people remember me, it sure as hell doesn’t seem like Jarred here does, I mean he is asking the question all of you were asking…who is the new Chairman of CZW?! I suppose I can see your confusion, I mean Alan Fiscus, El Pablo, hell even Jesse Montana, they are all respectable men…

JESSE SUCKS…JESSE SUCKS…

DAMAGE: Well I guess he maybe an exception, but lets face it, he does have a point, I mean he is after all CZW president, and without a Chairman in board, I guess he does run the show right now. HOWEVER…I am back and I happen to be the son of Mr. Derek Damage…which means I now OWN CZW! Jesse Montana, if you are watching this, don’t think I am stealing your job man…It is just business, after all you are still General Manager…but all your decisions will have to pass by me…BRIAN DAMAGE!!!!

(The fans cheer as Brian shakes the hands of some f the fans and superstars before walking out, leaving everyone in total shock)

MASTERS: What a mockery folks, I mean Jesse Montana has carried this company on his back for several months now and this is the thanks he gets, well Brian Damage certainly has big shoes to fill, lets see if he can do just that…we will be right back folks for the main event!

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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- SINGLES NON-TITLE MATCH -=-
"The Human Highlight Reel" ERIC COLLUM -vs- "The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO

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DANIELS: I just can’t wait, and after the shock we just had a few moments ago, Brian Damage of all people arriving back here in CZW, we are now really looking forward to this main event…Eric Collum the new World Heavyweight Champion, he goes one on one with our own resident Five Star Superstar, El Pablo.

MASTERS: Yeah I can’t believe Brian has shown back up here, and now the new Chairman of CZW?! I just can’t agree with that Jarred. And as for El Pablo…he now has a chance at redeeming himself for his recent failure in this match…

DANIELS: I wouldn’t call the Five Star Superstar a failure William, true he lost the match last week against Collum’s partner, Jeran Hudson who made his return recently, but El Pablo is still at the top of his game.

MASTERS: He will have to be at the very top to stop the momentum of Eric Collum, he kept that TV Title for longer than any other man, now he has that World Title, this man has impressed the hell out of me over the past few months.

‘Been Training Dogs’ by the Cooper Temple Clause begins to play throughout the arena.

DANIELS: Here he is, and these fans here in Peru are going crazy William, I hope we don’t see another riot here.

MASTERS: What a travesty that was last week Jarred, Montana only had to open his mouth and those imbecilic fans were allover him.

DANIELS: My memory is a little different, I remember him abusing these fans for several minutes, crippling women, being racist, do I need to continue?!

MASTERS: I would prefer it if you didn’t continue Jarred.

El Pablo runs down the ramp as he slaps the hands of many fans who love their Five Star Superstar. He dives into the ring and proceeds up the turnbuckle, taking of a large chain that was around his neck. He goes back to the center of the ring as he waits for the World Champion to arrive.

DANIELS: He looks ready William, this is a big opportunity for El Pablo. Just imagine what it would mean to him if he could get a pin fall over the World Champion here tonight.

‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ begins to play, as Jesse Montana arrives at the top of the stage. The fans boo and hiss, looking confused as they do it.

MASTERS: This is Mr. Montana, what a pleasant surprise.

DANIELS: What is he doing out here?! This is meant to be the main event, it was meant to be Eric Collum making his entrance.

Jesse Montana walks down the ramp as El Pablo stares a hole through him, then smiles as he notices the hoards of fans chanting that Montana sucks cock. Jesse Montana gets into the ring, looking like he has just stomped his toe, gritting his teeth as he signals for the music to be stopped.

MONTANA: YOU PEOPLE SHOULD RESPECT ME…I am the CZW President…General Manager…and the Sensation ALL IN ONE! I am sick of this show being brought to guys around the World for shit holes in South America, last week I had the show cancelled, Brazil was just not respectful enough of the Sensation, and you guys are not any better…I mean in the back I had a mail man deliver hundreds of hate mail to me, that is more than I got in Brazil, you people just don’t realize do you? Without Jesse Montana there is no CZW…there is no show…so what I suggest is you people just go home now…

‘YOU SUCK…YOU SUCK…YOU SUCK…’

STOP BOOING AND CHANTING YOUR SPANISH CRAP!

MASTERS: These people should show this hero some damn respect, Jarred.

DANIELS: Why should anyone have to respect Jesse Montana, he is no hero, he is simply…well perverse, William.

MONTANA: El Pablo…you are Mexican, what are these fools saying? Or are you and your Spanish friend Krimzon getting together to make these maniacs boo me…I bet you are aren’t you. Well I am just sick of it, these people should kiss my feet…I just can’t take this anymore…ENOUGH IS ENOUGH…First Derek Damage leaves this company in the slumps of South America, then bails out, now Brian his white haired son comes back thinking he owns this company…I OWN THIS COMPANY…I OWN ALL OF YOU…AND YOU…AND YOU…

DANIELS: What is this buffoon doing now?! He is dancing around the ring like a mad man, someone needs to stop this onslaught from the crazed CZW President.

MASTERS: But he is stating the truth Jarred, he does own you, and all of these fans and El Pablo himself.

DANIELS: He also owns you then, William?!

MASTERS: Not me Jarred…I am simply…priceless…

DANIELS: Wait, El Pablo seems to be winding Montana up now and these fans love every moment of it…

MASTERS: El Pablo is mocking Montana here, stating that Montana is crying like a baby…who is this Mexican in the ring anyway?!

DANIELS: Erm…the former World Champion…the superstar of 2008...the person who is making Montana look like even more of a clown than he already is…and he is NOT Mexican.

MASTERS: Mexican…Spanish…whatever…El Pablo needs to stop what he is doing before Jesse Montana fired him in this very ring here tonight.

MONTANA: Oh you think your funny do you?! Oh funny El Pablo, people love XTC…they are so popular…I spit on you and XTC…and I spit on this main event booked here tonight. So I Jesse Montana officially CANCEL the main event of CZW Overdrive this week, yeah that is right, now who is crying, you are not going to get your chance to pin the World Champion…and Eric if your watching in the back, go home and shine that Title up real nice, because El Pablo is not getting his hands anywhere near that belt. DO YOU RESPECT ME NOW PERU?! YOU HAVE NO MAIN EVENT…

MASTERS: These fans seem to be awfully happy about having no main event, this place is in a mass of cheers here tonight for the CZW president…

DANIELS: I DON’T THINK THESE CHEERS ARE FOR THE PRESIDENT, WILLIAM…As El Pablo signals for Jesse Montana to turn around, YES…HE IS BACK…KRIMZON BLAZE…THESE FANS ARE LOVING THIS!

MASTERS: TURN AROUND MR. MONTANA…

Oh yeah like I am going to fall for that El Pablo, you may even have your little Spanish friends in on it, with you in your pathetic attempts to disturb me, but we both know if I turn around like this…Nothing will ha…

MASTERS: OH NO…WATCH OUT!

DANIELS: KODE OF SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: This Mexican midget can’t keep doing this to the boss, this is GBH!!!!

DANIELS: Well William…he can and he has, and he is NOT Mexican, he is not even from South America, how ever these South American fans here in Peru are loving every second of this…

MASTERS: Poor Montana…he is rolling around like a lost fish, and I think he is bleeding too, we need help for the boss here…DO YOUR JOB YOUR POO HEADS!

DANIELS: Poo heads?! My God you sound scary. As Krimzon and El Pablo, two members of XTC climb to the turnbuckles, Montana is left to walk out of here with his head down again. Krimzon Blaze may have just saved another edition of CZW Overdrive here, once again ending the pathetic moaning of the Sensation, and giving these South American fans something to really cheer about.

MASTERS: Montana doesn’t deserve this…and you better stop smiling before I wipe that smirk off your face you grizzly mongrel.

DANIELS: I am sorry, I can’t stop smiling just like these thousands of fans can’t stop…God bless you Krimzon Blaze…and as we watch Montana leave and XTC stand tall…I guess we have to call it an end, sine Jesse Montana cancelled the scheduled main event.

MASTERS: Quite rightly too, I don’t want to have to spend another hour in this dreadful place…with you Jarred.

DANIELS: Suits me and Peru just fine, and as we leave you I ask myself, what will happen at the Pay-Per-View when these two men go head to head, Montana against Blaze…we have wanted this for months and it is finally here.

MASTERS: That is if that little squirm gets past Jeran Hudson next week.

DANIELS: That’s right, just one of the great matches we have for you next week, but for now and from all the fans here in Peru, and from the sulking William Masters, we say a big goodbye, thanks for tuning in folks, so long.

CZW President
Jesse Montana

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