The cameras start to roll however the show begins in a different fashion to anything we have ever seen before. The night sky is beautiful., as the piercing lights from the golden stars glimmer down upon the Staples Center, glowing out like the moon in a clear sky, in the heart of Los Angeles, California. For as far as we can see into the distance, people crowd the center still filling the seats inside the gargantuan arena. These people all seem fired up, with banners in their hands and CZW merchandise being worn. The cameras now zoom down, swiveling to eventually drop to the ground. Standing outside the arena is CZW Journalist and former Commentator, Ricky Gold. He stands side by side to thousands of adoring CZW fans. The event is almost like a blockbuster opening to a new Movie, like some kind of celebrity get together, the whole atmosphere astronomical. Suddenly Ricky Gold reaches down into his pocket and pulls out a microphone, as his voice is heard echoing around the night time street, bellowing over the noise made by the excited fans.

Ricky Gold: My god I feel like a celebrity here. I have worked for the Combat Zone for over a year now, however I have never seen it as buzzing as it is right now. Over the past few months, CZW has been on the verge of bankruptcy, hitting the lowest rating the company has ever had. I find it a miracle then, that we are now sold out at the Staples center, as you can see behind me we have thousands of fans flooding the building, and our program Re-United We Stand is set to break the record for any Wrestling event witnessed, people all over the World tuning in for this broadcast. Makes me feel nervous. However I love this job. Now I am going to do something special never witnessed before, which makes me all the more nervous. I’m going to get a word with a few of these die hard fans of CZW, and lets see what they think about the whole extravaganza we are about to witness.

Ricky walks up to a nearby fan, a man aged somewhere in his twenties, wearing a shirt saying; ‘I sued Jenny Jacobs for giving me herpes’. The man pulls out his tongue as he leans into the camera screaming ‘waaaassssssuuuppppppp’ as loud as he possibly can.

Ricky Gold: Looks like we have found our first candidate, as crazy as I can find, just like 90% of the CZW fans. Sir, can I have your name and your thoughts on the event tonight, Re-United We Stand?

The man continues to scream out now grasping his shirt and making sure the camera reads what it says. He then grabs Ricky Gold by the head and kisses his bald head, causing Ricky to step back looking confused and dazed.

Ricky Gold: Okay clearly the local nut case center is having a day trip out to see this event too. Maybe we will move onto the next candidate, and by the way, I have that shirt too…not that I have herpes…I mean…OH HERE looks like a sane person. What is your name and your thoughts on our great event tonight?

The person looks quite mysterious, standing towering above Ricky, must be about 6’7, or 6’8. Suddenly this person quickly rips off their hood on their overcoat, to reveal Rave.

Ricky Gold: MY GOD!!!! Rave? I thought you were…I mean what are you doing…

Rave: I’m here for the comeback show, if it wasn’t for me, CZW would have died many months ago. I should be in the main event, I should be the President, not only of CZW but the United States…ITS ALL ABOUT ME….WAAAAHAHHHHHHHHH!!!

Ricky Gold: My God I do apologize for that ladies and gentlemen, I never expected rave to show up here, looks like he is heading backstage too, we’ll keep you posted on that situation. Now to find another candidate…

Ricky looks around as a huge overweight woman walks over to him, Before Ricky can hold a microphone to her face, she pulls up her top to reveal a pair of gigantic saggy breasts. Ricky literally pukes up slightly in his mouth before shaking his hand at the camera, tears in his eyes.

Ricky Gold: On second thoughts, I can’t do this anymore, lets just get on with the god damn show, please!

The woman now proceeds to kiss Ricky all over as he gets trampled by many more overweight women, flooding him with their affections. The cameras zoom out as we hear him screaming, echoing throughout the Los Angeles city.

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The show quickly begins as several fireworks shoot off and scatter in a series of brightly colored explosions. ‘Back in Black’ by the legendary AC/DC begins to play as thousands upon thousands of fans scream in excitement. The cameras quickly swirl down onto crowd, holding up interesting banners…

‘DON’T FOLD ACE’

‘JACKAL WON’T SHOW UP’

‘STYLEZ WON’T SHOW UP’

‘COVEY FUCKED MY MISSUS’

‘ALANSO FYNE MOLESTED ME IN THE PUBLIC TOILETS’

‘JENNY JACOBS HAS THE A-Z ON STD’S!’

Before now heading towards the famous commentary team of Jarred Daniels and William Masters.

Daniels: Hello and welcome to CZW’s miracle show, Re-United We Stand, and I feel on top of the World, as CZW is back alive and kicking.

Masters: And I have my job back, and actually got a raise over the last weekend.

Daniels: I never got a raise, in fact I’m not even getting as much as I did before…

Masters: Well of course you didn’t get a raise Jarred, you’re a liability to CZW, me though, along with Jesse Montana basically are the only reason CZW is standing tall, and by the sound of what Ricky Gold said in his boring and quite frankly, moronic opening to the show, we have the best ratings ever seen by any promotion, in the WORLD!

Daniels: Oh yes lets all stand up and applaud the Montana/ Masters relationship shall we.

Masters: Stop trying to make it sound so homosexually sinister Jarred, it’s a purely business relationship, and seeing as we have so much in common, both budding entrepreneurs, both young and good looking, both being flooded with women throwing their bodies at us on an hourly basis…

Daniels: And both sucking each others…

Masters: You know I have missed this, I REALLY have, your like a little retarded brother to me Jarred, me and you…were like…well have you ever seen…Rain Man?

Daniels: Have you ever seen…Upstarts: The Musical? Yes really, it’s a new west end play, and I hear you get a very ‘in-depth’ part should I say, you should really take a look…

Masters: Oh can we please drop all this double-entendre nonsense, we have the most tremendous show about to begin, and your sitting here talking about musicals. You know what, I have to thank you Jarred, because you make me look like a Lord sitting here next to you.

Daniels: You just look like a pompous British Ass. Now ladies and gentlemen, Re-United We Stand, in front of a record breaking 95,000 fans inside the Staples Center, I didn’t even know they could fit that many inside.

Masters: Yes and 90,000 of them seem to be the usual beer swilling cave dwelling ragamuffins we always have.

Daniels: Just the way we like it here in the Combat Zone, the home of ultra violence. And speaking of ultra violence, how exactly is your back after Maynard made you look like a what did you call it? Ragamuffin?

Masters: You know what Jarred, I have watched that video so many times since it happened, and it’s not Maynard who really gets under my skin, I can forgive him for that, it’s your witch like laugh. You really enjoyed it didn’t you. Well you know what Jarred, after Montana has been made President this week, I have officially asked for his first booking to be myself, making an in ring appearance after 15 years of retirement, to fight you one on one…IN A TABLES MATCH!!!!!! Bahahahahahaha

Daniels: What are yo-

Masters: Bahahahahahahaha

Daniels: Oh god he will be like this all night. Thank God I can talk to you guys at home, so much better than talking to this clown. Anyway, Maynard seems fired up to fight in his third ever Toole shed match, and with El Pablo’s record of hardcore matches, that is likely to literally rock the staples center this evening.

Masters: There will be staples in the staples arena tonight.

Daniels: Asswipe. Anyway, we also have Television Gold on the line, the feud between Sawyer and Timmons has really got heated over the past few months. Could it come to an end here tonight? Another feud which is really interesting is one over the UV Championship. Mountain Man got to the highest point of his career when winning that gold, but I dare say Shrapnel and others are fast on his tail tonight, we are bound to see blood and gore in that contest.

Masters: It’s not all about blood and gore Jarred, and there are a few matches I can’t wait to see for the wrestling. Montana and Collum comes to mind for a start, both tremendous athletes, it is really a ‘dream’ booking for me.

Daniels: And so much is at stake in that match, however there isn’t any more at stake than in the Main Event, 8 men inside a chamber of pure steel, one man will walk out with the CZW World Title, my mouth is truly watering at the prospect.

Masters: You always drool at 8 men being enclosed in a cage together? Remind you of days in the cells? Enjoy it did you?

Daniels: Has anyone got a sedative, if not for William then at least let me take one please.

Masters: Wait, look on the Combat-tron, it seems as though a limo is arriving. Maybe it’s the future CZW President, Jesse Montana.

Daniels: Or maybe it’s his Father. Have you been following that strange story of Montana’s apparent Father, rumors have it it’s someone in the Wrestling industry.

Masters: I’m trying not to pry into his personal life thank you very much.

Daniels: Well the man’s identity remains a mystery, however tonight is a night of revelations, celebrations and a whole lot of ULTRAVIOLENCE!!!!!

*Fireworks blast off*

Masters: Wow how did you do that, Jarred?

Daniels: Magic, and now ladies and gentlemen, let’s get this show rolling, and it looks like the World Champion may want the honor…

Masters: Even better, the World Champion’s associate, Sirena Starr. Yu know so many times have I asked her to meet me inside my locker room after the shows, I think I’m wearing her down.

Daniels: Yes. Either that or making her puke a little every time she sees your face. Common for most people that is.

Masters: Oh ha ha ha, such a fun…

Daniels: Quiet William, the woman is about to speak, and whatever you do, don’t look the poor girl directly in the eyes, she would like to keep her dinner down this evening.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen. I am Sirena Starr, and I welcome you to another edition of HD TV live at Reunited We Stand. And of course, my guest tonight is none other than my man, and current World Heavyweight Champion...CAGE STRYKER!!"

"Thank you Sirena. HELLO LA!!"

The fans erupt.

"That's right, the hometown hero has come back to Las Angeles California."

"Wow, it's been a while hasn't it Cage?"

"Yeah, it really has...I think the last time we were actually here was when we got married about a year ago. We've made appearances...but I can't recall the last time we actually competed here."

"And what a competition you're about to enter in just a mere couple of hours."

"Yeah...the ultimate of Elimination Chambers. It's me against what...seven other men...all with one goal in mind."

"You're right...seven."

"Wow...what is it we got...we have Alan Smith and Rob Wright...MitB winners. Then we have a former World Champion...that being Ace King. Then we have the young kid called Krimzon Blaze...a guy who's tried about as many time as Tim Timmons to get the World Title. KING...my first ever opponent in the CZW. Jackal, the MIA son of a bitch who turned some heads and broke some ankle during his tenure. And of course we can't forget my old friend Matt Covey."

"You have quite a line up ahead of you don't you?"

"Yeah, but there's only two I even consider a threat in that match. That's none other than the former partners...Alan Fiscus and Matt Covey. That isn't to take a way from the other competitors...it's just that the two of them are the only two who you honestly never know what to expect. Matt has been known to have thrown TJ into a giant fan before."

"Fan, is that kid alright?"

"Not that kind of fan...I'm talking about a bladed fan. And Alan...well, contrary to what I've said over the week...he is sadistic. So yeah, those two...hell, it won't phase them a bit to break some ones bones in that cage. It won't phase them to leave someone in a bloodied state."

"What of the others?"

"Well, as far as KB goes...he has shown me what kind of guy he really is. Ace...eh, two words...ring rust. Jackal isn't even worth my time. Rob Wright...I've beat him so many times before...I don't think now will be any different. The same goes for KING."

"You're pretty confident aren't ya hun?"

"Without a doubt. I thrive on survival, it's when I seem to be at my best. And looking at my upcoming match...it's truly all about surviving."

Suddenly the scene switches as a voice echoes around the Staples Center, causing Sirena Starr and Cage Stryker to pause in distress. It’s the voice of the CZW General Manager, Jesse Montana.

‘I am sorry, but I must interrupt this broadcast of the CZW World Champion, because Jesse Montana has something to say.’

Masters: Brilliant, I thought we would have to listen to Cage’s dribble for an eternity.

Daniels: Oh what a disgrace, Cage Stryker is our World Champion, he should not be disrespected like this, Montana is constantly hogging the spotlight.

Masters: And your constantly besmirching him. I have told you many times before, the spotlight is naturally drawn towards Montana, like a moth to a flame.

Daniels: He is desperate, and it’s almost embarrassing to watch.

Masters: Look you little toe rag, Montana has something to say, so shut your miserable trap!

Cage and Sirena whisper to each other as the fans respond to Montana’s show of disrespect by booing loudly, as a loud laugh is heard over the PA system.

Montana: I have missed this. And before Cage and his oink get upset, can I please remind you exactly who I am. I am the man who created the company you now call home. I am the man who pays your wages, and I am the TRUE longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in our history. So I thought it fit for the Future CZW President to begin our show with a broadcast, it just so happened these troglodytes we see in front of us stole my thunder.

MONTANA SUCKS…MONTANA SUCKS…MONTANA SUCKS…

Montana: Oh please have you not come up with anything new while I’ve been away? What a disappointment. Now if you people don’t mind, I would like to make a short announcement. Now if we take a look back, Combat Zone Wrestling was taking a quick dive into oblivion, we had Derek’s little squirt of a Son commanding the ship, we had Cage here as a front man, pretending to be a fighting champion, and we had people like Tim Timmons headlining. Luckily for all of you, Jesse Montana wasn’t too far away and I once again found a way to bring CZW back up from the dumpsters, and now as we await the beginning of Re-United We Stand, a creation I thought of on my own, all of you no-brains in the crowd are actually apart of a record.

The fans now actually begin to clap.

Montana: Yes that’s it, applaud yourselves, you’ve finally achieved something in your talentless lives. Your apart of a phenomenon, and you didn’t even realize it. This day will be marked in history as the day COMBAT ZONE WRESTLING…begins it’s journey to become THE most successful Wrestling federation this World has ever seen.

Masters: This man is a true inspiration isn’t he?

Daniels: He inspires me to listen to my I-pod while he is talking, which is a good thing really because I have missed my music.

Masters: You’re a disgrace, Jarred Daniels.

As the fans give mixed reactions to Montana, Jesse starts to speak some more.

Montana: Now please don’t all thank me at once, you may embarrass me. But be sure to know this, your listening to a hero. And tonight after I re-claim my destiny as CZW President, a new beginning will have begun. The Reign of Montana… will have BEGUN!

Masters: Oh what precious words from the boss, I haven’t heard them in so long, but his reign is about to commence, marvelous.

Daniels: So he believes being Company President he is reigning over CZW? He thinks he is being allotted King or something! This man needs psychological help.

Masters: He is the King, Jarred. He speaks with passion, a great inspirational speech, he leads by example, he is a genius, what more does a King need?!

Daniels: Honor? Integrity?

Cage and Sirena now shake their heads in pure dis-belief, then Cage smirks as he holds up his belt to the camera clearly getting into the head of Montana. Sirena kisses him on the cheek as the pair leave the scene.

Masters: Tut, that should be me. She should be my ninth wife.

Daniels: Alright Henry VIII calm yourself down, you don’t want a heart attack now do you. Great to hear from our World Champion though before the big contest tonight, shame he was interrupted by our power head General Manager. Folks at home, get your heart racing for our opening contest now though, the first of many!

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-=-SINGLES MATCH-=-
(2 RP Limit)

SJ Funk vs. McNally

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Jarred Daniels: “And here we are with the opening match at tonight’s big show! Let’s go to Jessica for the introductions.”

Jessica Towers, in the ring: “Welcome to Combat Zone Wrestling’s ReUnited We Stand. Our first match is with standard CZW rules with no disqualifications, no countout, but a pinfall or submission in the ring. Our first contestant, hailing from Calumet, Illinois, standing 7 foot tall and weighing 310 lbs...he is ‘The Ripper’ BRYAN MCNALLY!”

‘Ripper’ by Chinchilla begins to play and the audience begins to boo loudly for a man who hasn’t been seen recently in CZW rings but whose past deeds are remembered well. McNally snarls at the audience but marches toward the ring, dwarfing everyone he passes. As he steps into the ring and raises his hand as if he’s already won, even Jessica shies away as if he’s about to attack her.

Jessica: “And his opponent hailing from Dunham, England, he stands 6' 4" and weighs 268 lbs, he is ‘The Original Showstopper’...S. J. FUNK!”

The opening strains to Meat Loaf’s ‘Everything Louder than Everything Else’ blare from the arena speakers as SJ Fund, just as cocky and exciting as ever, walks out onto the platform at the top of the ramp to cheering fans. As usual he seems to soak in the cheers, then he jogs to and around the ring slapping the hands of his fans. He truly seems to enjoy it as he walks up into the ring. McNally hasn’t moved at all, simply staring at Funk through the whole display. The bell rings.

Jarred: “And we are on our way! Funk steps up into McNally’s face...well, sort of, since The Ripper is more than a head taller than his smaller opponent. Funk is no small fry, though. McNally won’t be able to throw him around like some of his opponents.”

William Masters: “Don’t you believe it, Jarred. Funk may have a lot of flash and style, but McNally has the strength and viciousness of a grizzly!”

The two men go for a collar-and-elbow tie up, but Funk ducks under it and peppers Bryan with three sharp jabs to the face. McNally, non-plussed, just rubs his jaw and tries for another tie-up. Funk does the same thing, this time punching three times and adding an amazing standing drop kick to The Ripper’s chest. The crowd pops to the move and SJ jumps back to his feet, rather fast for a man his size. They go for a tie-up again and once more Funk ducks, but McNally turns, swinging his arm up and then down in one swift forearm to Funk’s back! The blow sends the smaller man stumbling away but Bryan is on him, smashing his arm down onto his opponent’s back twice more and then shoving Funk hard back into the corner turnbuckle!

Masters: “You see? McNally is a true beast. He can manhandle anyone. I’m personally glad to see him back!”

Jarred: “Huge display of power by The Ripper. Funk has a lot of experience, though. I can’t wait to see how this plays out.”

In the ring, Funk grabs hold of McNally’s arm and tries to twist it, but McNally simply flexes his arm up as if in a bodybuilding competition...and nearly yanks Funk right off his feet! SJ is quick to change strategies, though, kicking McNally twice in the gut, then bounding off the ropes with a huge clothesline! McNally stumbles but doesn’t fall, and Funk is off the ropes again with another clothesline...

Jarred: “NO! McNally scooped Funk off his feet, spins...backbreaker! He dropped Funk’s back right across his knee! Funk felt that shot a lot more but Bryan isn’t giving him any rest, yanking the popular Showstopper to his feet and hitting with three hard elbow smashes to the side of the head! Funk backs away...another flawless dropkick! And another! McNally is now reeling!”

Funk backs Bryan into the ropes then whips him, signaling the crowd that he’s trying his favored spinebuster move, but McNally is too big and too fresh and Funk does not get it all the way, only managing a sort of reverse atomic drop. McNally is still on his feet but feeling the effects of an unintentional low-blow! Funk sees his opportunity and heads for the top rope.

Jarred: “Funk flies! Missile dropkick!”

Masters: “AHAHAHA! McNally actually stepped to the side and forward. and caught SJ in mid-air! McNally positions Funk on his shoulder...shoulderbreaker! And Funk is down.!”

Jarred: “McNally with a huge leg drop...but Funk rolls out of the way! They are both coming to their feet...Funk is in the corner as the slower McNally stands up and looks for him...”

Masters: “Hey, I dropped my pen. Let me pick it up...”

Jarred: “SJ charges...Holy Smokes! A huge bicycles kick from The Ripper! Funks head bounced off the mat like he was dead. I think he’s totally unconscious!”

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Jessica: “Your winner...The Ripper BRYAN MCNALLY!”

Masters: “What? I didn’t even see it! What happened?”

Jarred: “I can’t believe that it’s over so soon but that kick nearly decapitated SJ Funk. Even more amazing, except for the leg drop that McNally attempted, Bryan was never off his feet! Funk didn’t take him down once!”

Masters: “I’ll have to watch the tape later. But I think McNally has sent a message to everyone else in the CZW reboot show! He’s told them that he’s back and he means business, and Funk just happened to be the poor soul who had to face him first.”

Jarred: “Well the first match is in the bag but we have some even greater events coming our way!”

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The cameras now switch to backstage, as the unnoticeable Jenny Jacobs is standing there, dressed to impress.

Jenny Jacobs: “Hello, Jenny here, and I have CZW’s current and longest reigning Television Champion Godzilla Sawyer with me. Godzilla, how do you feel?”

Sawyer steps into the camera frame in his customary singlet. He is rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Godzilla: “I feel great, Jenny! It looks like CZW just might live after Re-United We Stand, I’m back from a Sabbatical that has really recharged my batteries, and tonight I’m defending my title against a man who I really, really wanted to face again!”

Jenny: “That would be Tim Timmons. He made a statement a short time ago. Did you have a chance to see that?”

Godzilla: “Indeed I did, Jenny. Apparently, the Tim I faced before, ‘Canada’s Finest,’ is gone and an old improved model is coming to the ring tonight. Is that supposed to frighten me? (pretends to be scared) OH NOES! Its de Hardcore Specialist! What am I’s supposed ta doos? (goes back to normal, intense demeanor) Hardcore or Finest, it’s still Tim Timmons. Bryan Daniels isn’t here this time. He will have to beat me on his own ability.”

Jenny: “Do you have any final words for you challenger?”

Godzilla: “Oh, yeah. Tim, I am really glad you are here tonight. I don’t expect you to run and hide, that’s not how you operate. Tonight, The Monster from Michigan will get hardcore in a bullrope match and Tim, there isn’t much you can do about it. In fact, I think you are in for a big surprise…”

Suddenly a large, muscular masked man nails Sawyer from behind. Based on his build, it is obviously not Tim Timmons.

Jenny: “Oh! Stop it! Someone get security!”

The man proceeds to hit Sawyer several more times, then he throws the chair aside and flees as security personnel arrive from a near hallway. Sawyer is leaning against the wall, red liquid pouring from his hairline.

Jenny: “Get the medical personnel. NOW! Back to you, William and Jarred!”

Masters: Thank you Jenny, and remember can you please pick up your thong form my locker room, it’s been there for a while now.

Daniels: Erm William, you do actually realize your on national television don’t you?

Masters: Hey I have no secrets, me and Jenny, well we work well together.

Daniels: No need to go into detail I think I get it. Maybe you will need one of those ‘jenny Jacobs gave me crabs’ shirts in the next few weeks. And onto another subject, thank god, who in the World was that mad man who attacked Sawyer back there?

Masters: I have no idea, but the question has to be asked, will he be okay for his Title defense tonight. Knowing Sawyer and his little games, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just set all of this up himself, to get out of defending his belt.

Daniels: That is just a rubbish remark William and you know it. Sawyer is a fighting champion. Timmons is behind this attack and I know it…

Masters: You know nothing Jarred.

Daniels: Well I know next up is our gripping, Ultraviolent Title match, and there will be no attacks from behind here, it’s all IN YOUR FACE BRUTALITY!!!!

Masters: Your face is brutal, Jarred

. *****-----*****

-=- CZW ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE FATAL FOUR WAY 1,000 TACK ELIMINATION MATCH -=-
(2 RP Limit)

Brian Kirkland vs. Mr. Kiljoy vs. Shrapnel vs. Mountain Man (c)

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“This is Absolution” by Killswitch Engage blares out, and the CZW fans jump to their feet as ‘the Reaper,’ Brian Kirkland heads out onto the ramp, his face decorated in the same bizarre paint as he wore in his latest promo.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a ‘1,000 Thumbtacks Elimination Match’ and it is a fatal four-way for the CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, from Dallas, North Carolina, he is ‘the Reaper,’ BRIAN…KIRKLAND!!”

Kirkland makes his way to the ring, interacting with his cheering fans at ringside before finally making his way into the ring. He runs the ropes and focuses himself, looking back up to the ramp as “Slow Chemical” by Finger Eleven plays. However, Shrapnel does not appear on stage as usual.

Daniels: “No sign of the behemoth from Scotland…I wonder what this could mean? Wait a minute…I’m told something is happening in the back!”

The cameras open up in the backstage area, showed on the Combat-tron as well, and we see Shrapnel laid out in the backstage area! Mr. Kiljoy seems to have beaten him unconscious with a baseball bat! Kiljoy does a little song-and-dance routine as he tosses the bat aside and retrieves a gas can!

Daniels: “The fans here go nuts as Kiljoy begins dousing Shrapnel with that gasoline!!”

Masters: “And there goes Kirkland, bolting to the back! What does HE care about Shrapnel?”

Daniels: “Kirkland is a good man, and he’s not going to let Kiljoy go THIS far! And don’t forget, Kirkland and Kiljoy are mortal enemies!”

Kiljoy dumps the can of gas onto a clearly injured Shrapnel and then throws it at him, laughing psychotically as he leaps up and clicks his heels, spinning in a circle as he lands and producing a Zippo lighter from his pocket. Kiljoy: “SMOOOOOOOKE on the wa-ter! Fire in your eye! MWA HA HA HA HA!”

Suddenly Kiljoy is grabbed and whirled around, a huge fist connecting solidly with his jaw!

Daniels: “It’s the Mountain Man! Josh Newsome just saved Shrapnel’s life!!”

Masters: “This human grizzly is mauling the clown with clubbing fists! Take it to the bloody ring!”

Daniels: “Newsome now choking the life out of Kiljoy, bashing him back against the wall at the same time! OH! Kiljoy escapes with a well-placed knee to the groin of the champion! And now it looks like the clown is on his way to ringsi-KIRKLAND! Kirkland dives onto Kiljoy and begins hammering away! He’s like a man possessed!”

Masters: “OW-HA HA HA! Well now he ‘possesses’ a few less teeth after that running knee to the face by the Mountain Man!”

Daniels: “Newsome just charged in and decked BK, knocking him off of Kiljoy! Mountain Man now drags Kirkland up and flings him into the wall, grabbing him now by the hair and pulling him towards the ring! They’re back on the entrance ramp, and the crowd is ecstatic to see the action returning to ringside!”

Masters: “Mountain Man with a strong kick to the midsection…swinging neckbreaker! Sometimes I forget just how technically sound this Mountain Man is. The name doesn’t exactly suggest it!”

Daniels: “Well, just ask Brian Kirkland how well that neckbreaker was executed, he’s still down! Mountain Man now removing his title belt from his waist and holding it aloft, and the fans not liking that one bit!”

Masters: “AMBUSH! Kiljoy charged out through the curtain with a chair and BLASTS the champion right across the crown! But the stubborn bastard won’t fall!”

Daniels: “Newsome swaying on his feet after that vicious chair-shot, and now Kiljoy winds up and…ANOTHER!! Mountain Man down to one knee! Kiljoy now with the chair…what the…winding up like a baseball player…OH GOD!!”

Masters: “He’s dead. Kiljoy just killed Mountain Man!”

Daniels: “How a shot that vile didn’t physically decapitate the man, I’ll never know! Kiljoy now tossing the chair to the side and making a grand show of dusting off his hands, now grabbing Kirkland by the hair and dragging him to the ring, slamming his head into the ring apron! He rolls ‘the Reaper’ into the ring and swaggers up the stairs onto the apron, but Kirkland recovers! Kirkland now laying into Kiljoy with those right hands, OH, but Kiljoy with a hotshot over the ring rope! BK down again, gasping for breath!”

Masters: “And it looks like Kiljoy has found another toy, Daniels! It looks like he’s got the bag of tacks! You think there are actually a thousand of them in there?”

Daniels: “I think it’s probably pretty close, and it only takes one to cause a human pain, just imagine a thousand! Wait…Kiljoy is heading to the top rope!”

Masters: “That crazy clown, what’s he doing!?”

Daniels: “Kiljoy perched atop the ropes, swinging the bag of tacks around like a flail…oh, no…oh, no, LOOK OUT, KIRKLAND!!”

Masters: “IT’S SNOWING!!”

Daniels: “Kiljoy from the top with that bag of tacks, and the whole sack literally EXPLODES as he smashes it over Kirkland’s head!! BK falls to the mat amidst a sea of thumbtacks!! Kiljoy covers Kirkland, this could be it for him!!”

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Daniels: “Amazing! Kirkland hasn’t lost any of his resiliency since leaving the ring, that’s for sure! I figured he was gone!”

Masters: “Looks like Kiljoy did, too! And we’ve just been notified that Shrapnel has been taken out of this contest by default, as he has been injured too badly to compete. If you ask me, he’s gotten off light compared to what Kiljoy had in store for him!”

Daniels: “Yes, but one has to wonder if there won’t be repercussions! And now, Kiljoy whips Kirkland into the ropes…HIGH back body-drop, right onto the tacks!! Kirkland rolling around in pain, and his back is now silver-plated!”

Masters: “Positively disgusting! I wouldn’t wish that on ANYONE except him!”

Daniels: “Such a humanitarian, as usual. Kiljoy drags Kirkland to his feet, but…wait a minute, the UV champion has recovered and he’s on the top rope!! DOUBLE-AXE HANDLE TO BOTH MEN!! The champion has taken down both members of the competition!!”

Masters: “And he’s not done yet, it would seem! He lifts the clown up…oh, dear…POWERBOMB!! Kiljoy now feeling the effects of about 84 or so of the thousand tacks!”

Daniels: “84, huh?”

Masters: “It’s an adequate proportion.”

Daniels: “So full of crap… Mountain Man now lifting up BK…ROLL UP! KIRKLAND ROLLS UP THE CHAMP!!”

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Daniels: “Kirkland nearly caught the champion off guard there, and it nearly cost him the match AND the belt!”

Masters: “Yes, well, Newsome just planted him back down with that headbutt, so it didn’t look like it did anything more than anger him even more!”

Daniels: “Kiljoy is up and Mountain Man gives him a headbutt, too. And Kiljoy staggers back…is…is he laughing!?”

Masters: “He’s always laughing, Daniels! Mountain Man with another headbutt, and Kiljoy staggers back against the ropes…and rebounds with a spinning heel kick!! All three men are down!”

Daniels: “Matches like this take more than guts and determination. It takes a special sadistic streak that few people possess!!”

Masters: “And a lot of health care! Looks like Kirkland and Kiljoy are the first ones up. Kiljoy grabs Kirkland and locks him up…he could be going for it, Daniels, Caulrophobia!!”

Daniels: “NO! Kirkland with a back elbow to the gut, transitions into a vertical suplex…PENDULUM!! HE HIT THE PENDULUM RIGHT INTO THE TACKS!! KIRKLAND WITH THE COVER!!”

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Masters: “WOW. Even I thought he was done, Daniels!”

Daniels: “Kirkland is definitely disapointe-CHAINSAW CHOKE!! MOUNTAIN MAN WITH THE CHAINSAW CHOKE ON KIRKLAND!! He can’t get out of the hold!”

Masters: “Nighty night, Reaper! Wait, what’s he doing, Daniels!?”

Daniels: “Kirkland…ROLLING INTO THE TACKS!! Mountain Man holds on but…there! He finally breaks the hold! The pain was too much!”

Masters: “Mountain Man has silver all over his huge back but he’s still recovering before Kirkland! Time to finish off that PUNK!!”

Daniels: “Newsome eyeing Kirkland, measuring him for…KILJOY! KILJOY LOCKS IN COTTON CANDY!! That Dragon Sleeper!! Kiljoy cinching it in, dropping down to one knee and placing the other squarely in the small of the back of the champion!! Kiljoy WRENCHING back, laughing gleefully! The referee in position now checking on Newsome! He’s about to tap! He’s about to-GHOST TRAIN!! KIRKLAND WITH THE KICK ON KILJOY!! Newsome turns around and hooks him up…FALLING TIIIIIIMBEEERRRRRRR!!”

Masters: “RIGHT into those tacks!!”

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Daniels: “Kiljoy has been eliminated! It’s down to Mountain Man and Kirkland, and BK is measuring him up!! Kirkland runs in and…MOUNTAIN MAN WITH A HANDFUL OF TACKS!! HE THREW THEM RIGHT INTO KIRKLAND’S FACE!!”

Masters: “That’s the ring presence of a champion! Kirkland rolls outside the ring!! Newsome back to his feet with a wicked grin on his bearded face, now reaching outside through the ropes to grab his opponent by the hair.”

Daniels: “Newsome looking to pull the last competitor in to the ring to finish the job but…what’s in Kirkland’s hand…KIRKLAND BLASTS THE CHAMPION!!”

Masters: “Is that a slap-jack!?”

Daniels: “You mean like the card game?”

Masters: “NO YOU BLOODY PONCE!! I MEAN LIKE THE WEAPON HE JUST CLOUTED MOUNTAIN MAN WITH!!”

Daniels: “Oh, right. Well, whatever it was, it definitely stunned the champion!! Kirkland enters the ring and Mountain Man dazedly swings with a haymaker!! Kirkland ducks under the blow…hooks the arms…ANUERYSM!! HE HIT IT!! HE HIT IT!! NEWSOME IS DRIVEN FACE-FIRST INTO THE TACKS!! KIRKLAND ROLLS HIM OVER AND MAKES THE COVER!!”

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Masters: “NO WAY!”

Daniels: “Brian Kirkland is the first two-time Ultraviolent Champion!”

“This is Absolution” plays once again as Kirkland is handed the title belt. He gazes at it a moment before a slow grin creeps across his face, and he hefts the belt high for his cheering fans to see.

Daniels: “A hard-fought match from all three of these men, but tonight it was clear to see that Kirkland just wanted it more! Hats off to the new champ!”

Kirkland celebrates in the ring and with all the fans at ringside as the ring crew set about cleaning up the mess from the contest.

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The show comes back on air after the previous contest. Just then, a all the lights in the arena go out. It is pitch black, and nobody knows what is going on. After several seconds of darkness, a bright light flashes, and "Swagga Like Us: by T.I. begins to boom over the PA system, and images of and videos of Big Nasty wreking hell over all the cZw superstars. As the fans suck in all the information at one time, they all jump to their feet, and just begin to go crazy as Big Nasty actually walks through from the back of the Tron. The place is booming now, as Big Nast just looks out into the sea of adoring fans. He raises a fist into the sky, and just looks around with a smug look on his face, as pyro-techniques explode on the stage behind him. Big Nasty then starts on a straight sprint to the ring. He slides into the ring, pops up, and then runs over to a turn buckle, and mounts that, raising a fist in the air once more, as the fans explode into cheers. He dismounts from the turnbuckle, looks out to the side, and is the recipient of a bad pass of a microphone. The microphone soars past Big Nasty's outstretched hand, and falls to the middle of the ring, causing a loud interferance sound to echo through the arena. Some fans cover their ears because of the loud noise. Big Nasty gives a dirty look to the poor person who threw the mic. Nasty then walks to the middle of the ring, and pics up the mic, slowly bringing it to his lips.

Big Nasty: WHAT'S UP cZw!!!!!!!!!!??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Big Nasty pauses and waits for the fans to stop screaming at the top of their lungs. Big Nasty cringes his face, and shakes his ear.

Big Nasty: Man it's good to hear that again! Now, there have been some crazy rumors running around that the Nasty one has returned....the Greatest GODDAMNED Intercontinental Champion to EVER step foot into this very ring right here!

Fans: NASTY! NASTY! NASTY! NASTY!

Big Nasty: I know, I know, I'm great! Now what was I talking about...I'm great, I'm great, I'm great....OH! That's right, it was about those CRAZY rumors that I'm coming back out of retirement. Well, those rumors may or may not be true! You see, I'm a busy busy man, with lots and lots of things to do. I'm saving lives every day, and I just don't know if I have the time to come back and...well lets just say it...AMAZE and MEZMORIZE you!

The crowd begins to boo, but Big Nasty raises his left index finger into the air.

Big Nasty: Wait wait wait...I said I didn't know...let me finish my dialouge before you just cut me off with such negativity! Chill guys...I don't need this negativity! Now, I've been shit faced here...

(the fans errupt in laughter as a picture of Big Nasty shows up on the tron, with his head fresh out of a shitty toilet).

...I've been stabbed in the back....I've teamed up with some outstanding people, and I've feuded with even more! I've held titles, and I've lost those titles, but one thing is for sure, I've been one of the greatest superstars to every step foot into this ring. I've been the GREATEST Big Man to walk the halls of this federation. If I come back, what would be left for me to do? I mean, what could Big Nasty do to benefit from the cZw?

The fans become sobered by this moment. There is an eerie silence that has fallen amongst the fans.

Big Nasty: What? Why so serious!? You want to know what I can get from the cZw? The ability to kick the living SHIT out of anybody who steps in my path. The ability to return to the greatness that you have ALL come to expect from the Nasty One! I'm coming back, and it starts next week! But don't expect me to be on every show. I gave you all so much last time, and you took me for granted...so now you'll get little doses of Nasty, so you can really...and I mean REALLY appreciate the greatness that you have in front of you!

The fans begin to cheer, as Big Nasty drops the mic, and "Swagga Like Us" booms over the PA system again.....

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-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION TITLE FOUR CORNERS BULLROPE MATCH -=-
(2 RP Limit)

Tim Timmons vs. Godzilla Sawyer (c)

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Daniels: it was great to see Big Nasty coming back into the CZW ring moments ago, and it seems he could very well be here for a long time.

Masters: Your right Jarred, and onto the next contest, both Sawyer and Timmons have their fair share of run-ins with the nasty man. It is finally time for that joke of a champion Godzilla Sawyer to lose his title. It’s time for Tim Timmons to prove that he is ready for the big time. Tim Timmons will win the Television Title.

Daniels: Well it’s quite obvious that my friend here is going for Tim Timmons. However, he is in for a massive test in Godzilla Sawyer. The current longest reigning Television Champion in CZW history.

Towers: The following is a Four Corners Bull Rope Match for the Television Title. The winner is the first to touch all four corners in succession is declared the winner.

Godsmack’s I Stand Alone begins to play as a large amount of Pyro goes off. Fire works shoot into the air and down the stage as then it flows over the entrance. Tim Timmons then steps through the pyro unphased by it as he exhales and smoke comes out. He then walks to the ring and as he walks down the ramp more pyro shoots off for ever step he takes. He stands at the bottom of the stage and he looks around. He gets a sadistic smile on his face. He steps up onto the apron and enters the ring. He then walks to the middle of the ring and raises his hands over his head as Pyro shoots off from the four corners.

Towers: In the ring he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred sixty eight pounds. He is the Hardcore Master Tim Timmons.

Tim Timmons is getting one end of the Bull Rope tied to his wrist.

Suddenly the huge screen above the wrestler’s entrance turns back on. We see Godzilla Sawyer from the chest up. His head is bandaged and he seems to have a black eye.

Godzilla: “To everyone here today at Re-United We Stand, I apologize. I apologize to the management, I apologize to the audience, and I apologize to you, Tim Timmons. Because of recent events, Godzilla will not be wrestling tonight!”

The audience rumbles, a mixture of displeasure and concern for the popular wrestler. In the ring, Timmons has a vicious smile on his face as he grabs a microphone.

Timmons: “You are a big load of crap, Sawyer, and you’re scared of me. As far as I’m concerned, if you don’t come out here and defend your title, you forfeit the match and I become the Television Champ!”

Sawyer smiles: “Actually, I’ve already spoken to CZW’s current decision makers, and they have agreed to let a proxy defend the title for one night only in my place. Come on out!”

As a spotlight shines on the wrestler entrance as El Pablo walks out onto the platform! The audience cheers in anticipation. On the screen, Sawyer seems to think for a moment.

Sawyer: “Actually, Pablo has his own big match later, so I guess that won’t work. Sorry, EP!”

Pablo shrugs and steps aside, standing near the edge of the platform.

Sawyer: “Maybe, I’ll just utilize the services of an old friend of mine who has also held gold here in CZW.”

At this, Billy Williams dressed in his old Janitor’s outfit and carrying a broom, walks out onto the platform to a crowd pop almost as big as El Pablo’s. Godzilla again seems to rethink the decision.

Sawyer: “You can’t really wrestle, though, can you Billy?”

Janitor shakes his head ‘no’ with a sad expression.

Sawyer: “Well, how about a new friend…”

At this, ‘Special’ Ed Covey steps out through the entrance to another loud reaction even as The Janitor steps aside and begins to sweep the platform. Covey is hiding something behind his back, then shows the audience…

Sawyer: “Loki! He’ll do the job!”

Now the audience begins to laugh even as Timmons climbs to the 2nd rope in anger.

Timmons into mic: “Quit playing around! I want that belt!”

Sawyer, chuckling: “All right, all right! In the end, there is only one who can possibly replace Godzilla Sawyer in this match, only one person in the world who I can trust to get the job done. IT’S TIME TO GO TO WORK!!!”

The audience explodes in cheering as ‘Blue Collar Man’ by STYX blares through the sound system and J. A. Sawyer, dressed in his Working Man factory uniform and helmet, jumps out from the entrance onto the platform! As he walks down to the ring, Timmons is shouting and though we cannot hear him over the crowd, we see him saying:

Timmons: “It doesn’t matter! I’m still kicking your ass!”

Godzilla Sawyer enters the ring and he is getting the other end of the wrist tied onto his wrist.

Towers: His opponent, standing at five feet nine inches and weighing in at two hundred seventy pounds. He is the Television Champion Godzilla Sawyer!

Daniels: Sawyer is tied up Timmons is tied up the referee is in the middle of the ring. Both men are ready the bell is ringing this match is under way. It starts up with a tie up Sawyer starts off with a headlock and, is he giving Timmons a noogie?

Masters: What the hell is this? This certainly isn’t wrestling Timmons forcibly moves Sawyer from the headlock. Timmons takes a couple steps back wards as Sawyer pulls him closer with the rope. Timmons comes to an immediate halt in front of Sawyer who just waves at him?

Daniels: It appears as if Sawyer is playing some definite mind games. Timmons goes for a haymaker close line but Godzilla ducks. Godzilla then kicks Timmons’ ass….literally?

Masters: This is insanity Timmons turns around and is hit with a drop toe hold. Finally a real wrestling move. Timmons gets up but wait Sawyer is sitting on Timmons’ back. Sawyer is riding Timmons like a horse?

Daniels: Timmons moves quickly as he crawls out under the ring. He stands outside of the ring regrouping as Sawyer stands in the ring. He then lifts his right hand and points to the strap around his wrist. He then grabs the rope with both hands and pulls as Timmons crashes into the ring post. Timmons is down as Sawyer walks to the corner and slaps it. He then makes his way over to another corner and slaps it. He tries to move onto another corner but Timmons trips him up. Timmons now slides into the ring and is now hammering Sawyer with lefts and rights.

Masters: Sawyer thought he was hilarious. Putting on his little show for the crowd at the expense of Timmons. However, Timmons is a no nonsense guy and he’s showing it by raining down fists into the face of Sawyer. BREAK HIS NOSE TIMMONS!

Daniels: Timmons is apparently done as he stands up and is now putting the boots to Sawyer. Sawyer is doing his best to defend himself as Timmons is being absolutely relentless. Timmons then slaps a turn buckle and is going to try and win this match.

Masters: He will win this match. Timmons makes his way over to the second turnbuckle as Sawyer is on his feet. Sawyer is now charging as he jumps and takes off and splashes Timmons into the corner. Timmons is down and Sawyer stumbles backwards and falls. He shakes the cobwebs out and is quickly to his feet.

Daniels: Sawyer using his size to his advantage as Timmons is getting to his feet. Sawyer is walking towards Timmons and grabs and hooks in a bear hug. Timmons face wincing with pain as Sawyer then whips Timmons into the ropes. Timmons bounces off as Sawyer runs in the opposite direction bouncing off the ropes. Sawyer takes off and hit’s a flying shoulder block taking Timmons off of his feet. Sawyer then rolls Timmons over and he does a splash onto the smaller back of Timmons. Sawyer is now sitting on the back of Timmons and grabs under Timmons’ chin. He then pulls back and Timmons is screaming in pain as Sawyer is really working on Timmons’ back.

Masters: Sawyer when he’s not being a foolish moron. Actually knows how to wrestle. Godzilla is a technical genius and he can use power. Sawyer lets go of the hold as he wraps the rope around Timmons’ arms and his torso. He then lifts Timmons up and is pulling the rope as is wrenching on the back of Timmons. Timmons screaming in pain as Sawyer is really working Timmons back. Sawyer finally drops the rope as Timmons collapses. Sawyer is now trying to go for the first corner but has to drag Timmons who is still wrapped up on the rope. That is a lot of dead weight to drag.

Daniels: This could work out in Timmons’ favor as Sawyer is clearly having a hard time dragging Timmons. If Timmons can recover in time he could stop this.

Masters; He will recover he’s just putting on a show look I see him move.

Daniels: Well he better to a lot more then that Godzilla just got done slapping the second Turnbuckle and is making his way to the third. Timmons begins to show more life as Sawyer successfully slaps the third turnbuckle. Timmons sits up as he notices he is being dragged by Sawyer. Timmons has the where with all to grab the bottom rope and hold on for dear life. Sawyer can’t drag him and he’s just out of reach of the fourth turnbuckle. Sawyer goes over and starts kicking the lower back of Timmons. Timmons is fighting through the pain and pulling himself up with the ropes. He then turns around and…

Masters: Timmons I do believe just decapitated Sawyer with a vicious Close line. BEAUTIFUL!

Daniels: Both men are down but Timmons is showing a bit more life. Timmons is on his feet and he untangles himself. He then walks over grabs Sawyer’s hair and pulls him up. He then warps the bull rope around the throat of Godzilla. He is choking the life out of Godzilla, Masters.

Masters: Godzilla is turning blue in the face and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it. Timmons now pulling Sawyer back and this him with a reverse DDT absolutely Beautiful. Timmons however, wants to make sure that Sawyer is down and out before he starts touching turnbuckles.

Daniels: Timmons is in control as he drags Sawyer up however you can see the pain in his face from his lower back. He grabs him and is going for the octopus stretch?

Masters: Not likely, lifts up the huge Sawyer and nails a Pump Handle Slam. Timmons showing great tenacity hitting such a power move despite the fact his lower back has been through a lot. He’s not done there either Daniels I LOVE IT!

Daniels: No he’s not as Timmons is making his way to the top rope. Timmons takes flight and nails a Five Star Frog Splash! Sawyer is seemingly unconscious but Timmons is also rolling around clutching at his back. Timmons though seemingly shake sit off as he pulls himself up. He lifts Sawyer up again and nails a HUGE CHOKESLAM!

Masters: Timmons is not done it seems Timmons is on the top rope yet again. This time he stands up and taunts for the crowd. This is going to be absolutely huge I feel it.

Daniels: He’s too busy showing off but it appears he’s ready to take fight…..Pre-maturely though as Godzilla just pulled Timmons of the top rope with the bull rope and Timmons just crashed and burned. Both men are down as the referee can do nothing. Godzilla starts stirring around as does Timmons. Godzilla is using the ropes to pull himself up as is Timmons. Godzilla turns and Timmons hits Godzilla with a right hand. Godzilla takes a step back but hen answers back with a right of his own. Timmons then fires back with a right of his own. Godzilla then answers with a right as Timmons goes for another right but Godzilla blocks it and hit’s a right of his own. Timmons tries again but Godzilla blocks again and hits another right and a left and a right and so on and backs Timmons into the ropes. Godzilla then whips Timmons off the ropes as Godzilla follows and nails Timmons with a flying forearm strike.

Masters: It’s alright though Timmons is up quickly. Oh wait he’s been knocked down again with another forearm. Wait it’s alright he’s up quickly again and he’s taken down with another forearm. Timmons just stay down.

Daniels: Timmons gets up again as Sawyer lifts him and hit’s a body slam. Sawyer then bounces off the rope and hit’s a splash. Sawyer is feeling it now as he’s climbing to the top rope. He’s taking his time and he’s finally on the top rope. He’s getting ready to take off wrecking ball splash….

Masters: Timmons with a second wind quick to his feet after a nip up and nails Godzilla with a huge right hand. Godzilla stumbles as Timmons gets to the second rope. He has Godzilla on his shoulders…..and…..THE CANADIAN DRIVER! IT’S DONE TOUCH THE FOUR CORNERS TIMMONS MY BOY.

Daniels: He can’t he’s holding his back that has taken a lot of strength wind and energy out of him. Timmons is down Sawyer is down. Both men are slowly moving. Timmons is too his feet and is making his way to a corner and slaps it. Wait Sawyer is right behind him and slaps the same turnbuckle. Timmons makes his way and slaps the second turnbuckle and so does Sawyer. Timmons is once again making his way and slaps the third turnbuckle. Sawyer does the exact same great strategy by Sawyer. Timmons is going to slap the final turnbuckle but Sawyer grabs his arm. Sawyer then is kicked in the stomach and Timmons lifts him and SNAKE EYES INTO THE FOURTH TURNBUCKLE! TIMMONS THEN SLAPS THE FOURTH TURN BUCKLE!

Masters: NO! GOD PEASE NO!

The bell rings and Timmons raises his hands in the air. Sawyer is still down as the referee comes in and Timmons takes the belt as Jessica begins to talk.

Jessica: Here is you winner…..AND STILL TELEVISION CHAMPION…..GODZILLA SAWYER!

Timmons is irate as he is giving the referee an earful. The referee is trying to get the belt back but Timmons isn’t having any of it. Timmons then looks at the replay and notices that Sawyer touched every turnbuckle he did.

Daniels: Timmons lost himself the Television Title. Timmons removes the strap form his wrist and good lord what is he doing?

Masters: Well Timmons is clearly pissed and Sawyer is to his feet. The referee raises his hand and Sawyer turns and is nailed with the Television Title atta boy Timmons.

Daniels: This is not good Timmons is clearly in a horrible state. He is choking Godzilla again with the bull rope and the referee is absolutely helpless. Timmons then puts the title on the mat and he lifts Timmons up by the rope basically hanging him. Timmons then hit’s the T-Crusher on Sawyer onto the Television Title.

Masters: Deservedly so. Timmons should be Television Champion and Sawyer simply got lucky. Timmons is taking up his rightful prize and leaving.

Daniels: Timmons is leaving with the Television Title he is however not the champion for Sawyer is the winner. Sawyer won this battle but the war is far from over. We‘ll be right back folks.

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Daniels: Wow, what a night! And we aren’t even half way through it yet.

Masters: That’s right, we are inching closer and closer to Mr. Montana regaining what is rightfully his…the Presidency of CZW.

Daniels: We’ll see about that.

The lights in the Staples Center go out, and suddenly 100% Cowboy comes over the PA. Out from the back walks CZW’s favorite outlaw – Buck Evans. Buck walks down the ramp while being showered with cheers. He is wearing a tan cowboy hat, green Dale Earnhardt Jr. t-shirt, blue jeans and brown cowboy boots. Buck goes to the far side of the ring and grabs a microphone before climbing into the ring. Once Buck is in the ring, the music dies down, but the crowd doesn’t. Buck just takes it all in. After a while the crowd finally dies down enough to hear Buck. A sly smiles forms on the redneck’s face as he raises the mic towards his mouth.

Buck: Hot damn ya’ll sure are makin a racket.

The crowd erupts again.

Buck: Hang on now. I got somethin to show ya’ll. We all remember a few of our least favorite CZW superstars. But the most hated man in CZW sure as hell wasn’t Jesse Montana. Truth be told, CZW wouldn’t have been as great as it was without that sumbitch. So you can boo ‘im if you wanna, but I ‘preciate everything he’s done to help this company.

The crowd boos loudly at the praise for Jesse.

Buck: Now, I know all ya’ll ‘member this sumbitch.

The CZW-tron flickers on and a familiar face is shown. On the screen, Rave is lying on his stomach with both of his arms tied behind his back. His feet are tied together, and the rope around his hands is tied to the rope tied around his feet. He is gagged and crying. The crowd explodes at the footage. Laughter and cheering can both be detected throughout the crowd.

Buck: Now, I want that sumbitch brought out here and I’m gonna do what everyone wants to do to him.

The camera on Rave zooms out and three midgets are seen pushing Rave, who is lying on a dolly. The three midgets push Rave down a hallway, make a right turn and push Rave to the ring. They give him one big shove and he rolls out of control down the ramp before slamming into the ring. Buck steps out of the ring and picks Rave up. After rolling Rave into the ring Buck climbs back in. Buck unties the still crying Rave and forces him to stand up. The outlaw swiftly kicks Rave in the stomach and sets Rave up for the BTW. WHAM!!!!!!!! Rave hits the mat with huge force.

Crowd: B-T-W!! B-T-W!! B-T-W!! B-T-W!!

Buck grabs the mic and begins to shout over the crowd.

Buck: NO! NO! NO! It’s not B-T-W. It’s C-Z-W! C-Z-W! C-Z-W! C-Z-W!

Crowd: C-Z-W! C-Z-W! C-Z-W! C-Z-W! C-Z-W!

Daniels: It’s deafening in here for Buck, what an appearance. And we saw Rave earlier in the show, I guess it wouldn’t be a reunion without Rave.

Masters: Without Rave getting his ass kicked don’t you mean, Jarred. And I’m so excited, we had Nasty back a few moments ago, now Buck, times are getting better here in the Combat Zone. All we need now is for you to be abducted by angry pirates!

Daniels: Likely. Anyway, great to see Buck back, we have to hope he stays for a while. And sorry to see Rave back, lets hope that’s the last time. Anyway, up next we have one of the biggest ladder matches we’ve had in a long time. Were back after this.

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-=- TAG TEAM LADDER MATCH -=-
(2 RP Limit Per Team)

Disasterpiece vs. Rowan & Monroe vs. Total Mayhem

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DANIELS: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, this next match is supposed to be a three way tag team ladder match... but the problem is, one of the teams... Total Mayhem... never showed up to the building!"

MASTERS: "Not sure about you, but I'm grateful to not have to be near those murderous beasts."

DANIELS: "On that note, before Jessica introduces the two teams... let's reveal what the ladder match is for!"

MASTERS: "Wait, how do you know that and I don't!?"

DANIELS: "I attend meetings like I'm supposed to."

MASTERS: "Screw that, I have better things to do!"

DANIELS: "Well, anyway... as you can see, there is a briefcase hanging above the ring. Inside of that briefcase... is $10,000 dollars!"

MASTERS: "WHOA! Where did CZW come up with that kind of cash!? I want a raise!"

DANIELS: "I don't think so! Let's take it to Jessica."

MASTERS: "I'd love to..."

TOWERS: "This next match is a LADDER match!"

The crowd pops

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Ohio and Washington... former Beautiful Agony team mates... Monrowan... MIKE MONROE AND EDDIE ROWAN!!"

"Wings of a Butterfly" by HIM blare loudly as the crowd pops big time. Out come Mike and Eddie, dressed in matching black and red apparel. They pause and pose for the crowd, and a lot of camera flashes happen. They then make their way down to the ring, admiring the numerous ladders that have been placed everywhere.

TOWERS: "Their opponents... hailing from Canada and Texas... the unlikely duo of Disasterpiece... X-Division Champion BRIAN BLAZE, AND MORTIUS!!"

"Disasterpiece" by Slipknot plays, as Mortius and Brian get a similiar response. They also offer a pose, with Mortius seemingly in good spirits.

MASTERS: "Mortius seems... odd..."

DANIELS: "Like he's having fun?" MASTERS: "Yeah! I don't like it."

Both men also look at the ladders, and make their way into the ring. The four men look at each other, with respect in each eyes, and each person nods knowing they are about to have a great match.

DANIELS: "Now this will be Tornado rules, no tags, all four men going at it at once!"

MASTERS: "Just the way you like it, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "Mortius is acting a little funny, now that you mention it."

MASTERS: "I think he's drunk!"

DANIELS: "Well he just stumbled into the ropes and laughed to himself, and the other three men smiled too."

MASTERS: "What is this, a love fest? Let the fighting begin!"

DANIELS: "Well, the bell just rung... and they're getting their game faces on. Mortius is the tallest of the bunch, he kind of towers over them."

MASTERS: "Yeah, he'll probably fall right on one of them."

DANIELS: "Um, okay. Monroe and Brian lock up, and Eddie looks at Mortius... he pushes him into the ropes and then dropkicks him knee from under him!"

MASTERS: "He ain't smiling anymore now, is he!"

DANIELS: "Brian grabs Mike in a headlock, and wrenches in. Mike throws him to the ropes. Brian ducks a clothesline. Mike then leapfrogs over him. On the rebound, and Brian nails Mike with a flying leg lariat. On the other side, Eddie is working over Mort's knees. Good strategy there."

MASTERS: "Unfortunately, you are right. Eddie picks up the stumbling Mortius, and with all his might throws him to the ropes. Eddie follows closely behind, and lariats him right over the top rope! Eddie turns his attention to Brian, but fails to realize that Mortius lands on his feet! Eddie, you fool."

DANIELS: "And it doesn't take Mortius long to grab a ladder and stalk his way around the ring, does it! Eddie jumps Brian from behind and stops him from pounding on Mike. Eddie picks him up and slams him down with a bodyslam. Eddie nods at Mike, and both run to the ropes at the same time, although Mike's a little sluggish. They come back to Brian at the same time... Mike with a splash, and Eddie with a legdrop! What a great tag team move."

MASTERS: "But just as they execute the move, Mortius slides in with that ladder..."

* SMASH *

DANIELS: "He nails Eddie!"

* CRASH *

MASTERS: "He nails Mike!"

DANIELS: "Mortius is now setting up that ladder, our first attempt at a climb about to happen. No, wait! He's not going to climb! He picks up Eddie... throws him to the ropes... BACK BODY DROP RIGHT INTO THE LADDER! Ouch!"

* CLASH *

MASTERS: "That had to hurt! Now he's rated 'E' for Excruciating pain! Ha ha ha!"

DANIELS: "Mortius picks Eddie up... and nails a military press into a rib breaker! Great move!"

MASTERS: "But as soon as he was done hitting it, Mike Monroe drop kicked him in the face!"

DANIELS: "And then Brian Blaze snuck up and nailed Mike with a neckbreaker! What action!"

MASTERS: "You love all this male on male action, don't you!"

DANIELS: "Silence! Brian picks up Eddie, and motions to Mortius... who is slow to respond, but stands up. Mortius grabs Eddie, and lifts him up as Brian runs to the ropes... Mortius with a power bomb... and Brian with a running legdrop! Great team work!"

MASTERS: "I have to admit, this unlikely duo work well together. They're still weirdos though!"

DANIELS: "Mortius walks over to Mike and picks him up. He throws him to the ropes, as Brian pounds away on Eddie. Mike ducks the clothesline from Mortius, though.. and Mike comes flying back with a flying forearm, staggering Mortius! Brian sees this, and tries to get up... only to be met with a Glimmering Warlock! Mike turns back around and gives Mortius a European uppercut... and then a standing dropkick!"

MASTERS: "But the big man is still on his drunken feet!"

DANIELS: "Mike runs to the ropes... OH MY GOD, He just back dropped Mike over the top and onto the floor!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

DANIELS: "Mortius smiles down at the fallen Mike, and goes to set up the ladder again in the ring. Brian is back up, and turns around... only to be met with Eddie's fists! Eddie pounds away, as Mortius steadies the ladder. Mortius turns around, as Eddie leaps to the ropes... springboard clothesline onto Mortius!"

MASTERS: "And look, Mike is up again on the floor... and going after a second ladder!"

DANIELS: "This is getting more and more dangerous by the minute! Eddie is punching on Mortius, and Blaze is trying to shake the cobwebs loose. Mike slides the second ladder into the ring. He goes after Brian, but Brian surprises him with a jab to the throat! Brian then rakes Mike's eyes, and positions him... DRAGON WHIP!"

MASTERS: "Great move!"

DANIELS: "On the other side, Eddie is punching on Mortius in the corner. He turns around and notices Brian on Mike, distracting him. He looks back at Mortius.. who grabs him by the throat! He stands up and delivers a choke slam, albeit a rather sloppy one! Both men are down."

MASTERS: "Ha ha, just the --"

DANIELS: "Shut up! Brian picks Mike up, and positions him... YOWZA, a release Dragon suplex! Mike is out!"

MASTERS: "And Brian sees the opportunity to climb the ladder!"

DANIELS: "Brian begins to ascend the ladder, as the crowd is on the edge of their seats! Wait... I'm being told, something is going on in the parking lot..."

|>>Parking Lot<<|

Yelling is heard as the camera fades in. four figures stand around two prone figures. As the focus gets better, it's none other than EOI, D'Spayre, Distress, and Morrigan...the Brothers of Misery. They appear to be standing over none other than Total Mayhem, Ezra and Jakob. Both men have been busted open. Ezra wears a crimson mask. EOI grabs Ezra by the hair and begins screaming obscenities at him before slinging him into a car, who's allarm begins going off on impact. EOI climbs up on the car dragging Ezra with him...he sets him up and slams him on the roof of the car with his patented...'Insanity.' Ezra remains motionless in the busted roof as EOI jumps off the car and returns to Jakob. Distress sets Jakob up in a powerbomb position and as he's driving him into the concrete, D'Spayre hits a reverse DDT alongside the powerbomb...leaving Jakob broken on the ground. Morrigan hands EOI a chalice with some sort of red liquid that he pours all over Jakob. The four people stomp on Jakob some more before the lights go out, and when they flicker back on...all that is left is Jakob and Ezra.

|>>Ringside<|

DANIELS: "BAH GOD, Total Mayhem DID show up, but they couldn't even make it to the ring!"

MASTERS: "I may have found a new favorite tag team."

DANIELS: "You're sick William."

MASTERS: "Thank you. Did you notice that just as Brian was about to grab the briefcase, Eddie leapt up and stopped him?"

DANIELS: "Yes I did. Eddie is pounding on Brian, after he's dragged him off the ladder. Eddie postions Brian... swinging neckbreaker! Both men lay on the mat, as Mortius is up and picks up Mike... all of these men are already sore and tired, they're giving it their all!"

MASTERS: "Just --"

DANIELS: "SHUT UP! Mortius has Mike, and throws him to the ropes.. but no, Mike staggeringly reverses! Mike follows through, and both men sail over the top rope and onto the floor."

MASTERS: "The crowd is totally into this, as they slowly get back up and begin brawling again. In the ring, Eddie holds the back of his neck, and I bet it was from that Mortius choke slam earlier. I'm surprised he got up at all after that one."

DANIELS: "I'd have to agree, that move was epic. Eddie picks up Brian, but Brian surprises him with a chop to the chest! Another! Eddie returns the favor! Again! Their chests are getting beat red!"

MASTERS: "And on the outside... OH!"

* SMASH *

DANIELS: "Monroe just slammed Mortius into the guardrail!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

MASTERS: "Amazing feat in itself, as Mike is just exhausted now. In the ring, Brian kicks Eddie in the gut... belly-to-belly suplex! Brian makes his way to the ladder that is still standing up, as there's also another ladder laying on the mat. He begins to climb... Eddie is up... He makes his way over.. and begins to climb the other side!"

DANIELS: "They make it to the top, and begin duking it out! It looks like Eddie is getting the upperhand. Brian teeters, but doesn't let go. Monroe limply slides into the ring... He grabs Brian from behind, in an electric chair!"

MASTERS: "Oh crap! Eddie gets on the top of the ladder, as Mike positions Brian.... Here it comes!"

* THUD *

DANIELS: "DOOMSDAY CLOCK OFF OF THE LADDER!! Brian might be dead!"

MASTERS: "Well all three men lay on the mat, obviously tired. Mortius is getting back up on the outside. He shakes the cobwebs loose, and doesn't seem as drunk... but, damn.. he looks ANGRY."

DANIELS: "That he does, as he slides into the ring... he grabs Monroe and lifts him up... He lifts him.. and nails a front falling suplex! He then turns his attention to Eddie, and picks HIM up... turns him around and nails a full nelson slam! But wait..."

MASTERS: "Why is he turning his attention to Blaze!?"

DANIELS: "I have no idea! He goes to pick up Blaze... is he gonna attack him too!?"

MASTERS: "He stares at him, as Brian stares back... Mortius... he points to the ladder, and yells 'CLIMB!'"

DANIELS: "Brian pauses, and then goes to the ladder... he's very sluggish from that power move of Monrowan.."

MASTERS: "Yeah, I'd say, I'm surprised he's moving in the first place."

DANIELS: "Brian begins to climb, as Monrowan begin to get up. Eddie realized Mortius is trying to block his path. Eddie looks to Mike, who looks back at him. They both stand up.. and Mortius grabs them both by the throat! Is he going to choke slam them both?"

MASTERS: "He very well could, this man is a monster.. even if he does drink too much!"

DANIELS: "He's trying to get a good grip... OH! Eddie and Mike, in unison, kick Mortius in the gut! Brian is up at the top, though! Mortius is trying to keep Eddie and Mike from stopping him, but Brian looks down... Wait, what... Brian leaps! He just cross bodied Eddie!"

MASTERS: "That fool! He made the match and the money won!"

DANIELS: "Brian and Eddie are laid out, and Mike is trying to muster an offense on Mortius. Mike ducks a huge fist... jab to the ribs... Another.. Mike then dropkicks his knee! Where is he going?"

MASTERS: "Maybe he's wised up and is saying forget it!"

DANIELS: "Mike goes to the outside apron.. wait, he's stalking Mortius... Oh, I know what this could be... He times it... he leaps... OH MY GOD! SHOCK TRAUMA! RIGHT ONTO THE FOLDED LADDER!"

MASTERS: "Good lord, I heard Mortius' head smack all the way over here! Now all four men are laid out, again!"

DANIELS: "The crowd is electric for this match, all four men giving it their all. Eddie and Brian begin to stir, sluggishly throwing punches at each other. They're up on their feet now... Brian kicks Eddie in the gut.. He's going for the Blaze of Glory! If he hits this, Eddie could be out for good! He lifts him up... no, Eddie blocks it! Eddie goes for a backdrop.. Brian blocks that as well! Brian releases the hold... Eddie kicks HIM in the gut this time... picks him up... HOLY COW, HE NAILS THE EVD!!!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

MASTERS: "Laid out again. On the other hand, Mortius and Mike are slowly getting up. Mike tries to keep the upperhand, punching at Mortius. Mortius blocks the last punch, and jabs Mike in the throat! I love it!"

DANIELS: "Mortius is up, in obvious pain. He grabs Mike. He scoops him up... what is he doing.. he's walking over to the ladder!"

MASTERS: "What is he..."

DANIELS: "Mortius, with Mike in his arms... is climbing the ladder! What the hell is he doing!"

MASTERS: "This could be disasterious!"

DANIELS: "He's up three rungs... the crowd is going crazy! What IS he doing!? He pauses... oh my god, I know what... dear lord, MORTIUS LEAPS!!! MORTIUS NAILS THE MORTIUS SLAM ON MIKE FROM THE LADDER!!!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

MASTERS: "This is insane! Well, it's CZW, that's for sure!"

DANIELS: "And look, Eddie is on his knees... I think he sees his opening! He crawls to the ladder, and begins to climb... very slowly, of course. I'm surprised any of these men can move a muscle after all of this!"

MASTERS: "I have to hand it to all four of them, they know how to fight."

DANIELS: "Eddie is crawling up the rungs, and look! Brian is stirring, and sees what Eddie is doing! He crawls to the ladder, and begins to climb it on the opposite side! They're both slowly ascending to the top, and the crowd is just going crazy!"

MASTERS: "Holy hell, they are. Keep it down!"

DANIELS: "There's no way they will now, both Eddie and Brian are at the top! They're reaching for the briefcase... they each pause and punch at each other, and then raises their arms out.... I'm on the edge of my seat!"

MASTERS: "Yeah, you're almost in my lap! Chill!"

DANIELS: "Shut up, William! They both have their hands on the case... whoever gets the firmer grip will have it, for sure! Wait.. they both have it in their hands! They fall! THE MATCH IS OVER!!! But.. who won!?"

MASTERS: "No one seems to know!"

* DING DING DING *

DANIELS: "Jessica looks at the officials, confused... the bell keeping is confused... I'm MORE than confused! We can't have TWO winners!"

MASTERS: "You were confused before this match began, Jarred! All four men are slowly getting to their knees, even THEY'RE confused! and they're definitely in a hell of a lot of pain!"

DANIELS: "It looks like Eddie is calling for a mic!"

Eddie calls for a mic, holding the back of his head. He is given one, and turns around to address Mortius, Brian and Mike.

EDDIE: "Ah... Ah... Okay, listen... here's what I propose. Brian and I BOTH pulled down the briefcase... I guess, making it a draw... so how about... and I think we deserve it... how about we split the money four ways!"

MASTERS: "WHAT! ARE YOU A FOOL!?"

DANIELS: "Eddie has a golden heart, William! You are in the presence of a spectacular man, a GIVING individual!"

MASTERS: "Shut up, you just want in on the action!"

EDDIE: "So... what do you guys say... split the money... and call the match a draw?"

DANIELS: "Brian is consulting with Mortius, and Mike is already nodding in agreement... Brian and Mort break their huddle.. and shake their heads yes! This makes EVERYONE a winner, William, especially the fans!"

MASTERS: "I think this is lame! What is this, Sesame Street? Did I just learn a lesson? BAH!"

JESSICA: "Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a DRAW.. and upon their agreeance, ALL FOUR MEN win the money!"

The crowd is ecstatic, if not a little let down by not having an official winner. "Back in Black," the PPV's theme song, begins to play as Eddie, Mike, Brian and Mortius all shake hands in the ring.

DANIELS: "Well, I think it's the PERFECT ending... all four men gave it their heart. Before we get to the next match, I am receiving word that our correspondant, Jenny Jacobs, is backstage with none other than Alan Fiscus! Jenny?"

The scene cuts to backstage, where Jenny Jacobs is standing with Alan Fiscus, in what appears to be his locker room. Alan is wearing his wrestling trunks, and no shirt. Jenny is looking gorgeous as always.

JENNY: "Alan, we're just moments away from the main event elimination chamber match. Any final thoughts going in?"

ALAN: "Final thoughts? I have final thoughts alright. I will FINALLY become CZW World Heavyweight champion. I will FINALLY end the title reign of that cheap excuse for a wrestler, Cage Stryker. I will FINALLY get my hands on Matt Covey. I will FINALLY and officially end the career of Ace King. For Krimzon Blaze, he will FINALLY get his last chance at winning the belt. And FINALLY.. Rob Wright headlines a PPV. Live it up, Rob. Soak it in. KB, give it your all. Ace... I plan on ridding the CZW of you the only way I know how, and that's with sheer violence and aggression. May your exit THIS time... be your last. Matt..."

Alan grabs the mic out of Jenny's hand, and stares directly into the camera.

ALAN: "Matt Covey... let me tell you something. You are NOT going to win the title, and make a mockery of it like you've done with every single thing you've touched in your entire life. You are not good enough to wear it, let alone set it on fire like a madman. Your insanity doesn't impress me. You sacrificed yourself while I was gone, to everyone you've wronged. You let them take their licks, and you somehow feel justified in that. That don't fly, son, not with me. You're not Jesus Christ, and I'm DEFINITELY not a saint! You can repent your sins all day and all night, and it doesn't mean shit to me! This... between you and me... it doesn't end tonight. It won't end ANYTIME soon. I will beat your ass in a match, one on one, and it STILL won't be finished. Not until _I_ say so. You call me out, call me whiney and bitchy about your betrayal... I can't help it if the other members of the Whole Damn Show are so damn ignorant that they simply FORGET. Maynard, he's had his retribution in a match with you, at least. I haven't had my revenge yet. And one simple match, isn't going to cut it. Tonight, will be just the beginning of you versus me. We begin a path of torture, and anguish... where that path takes us, and how long it takes... only I know. As far as Cage goes, let me say this FINAL note. Cage, you think you're so damn tough, don't you? You actually believe you are the best. No, _I_ am the best and I am about to prove it. I'm not old, I'm not hurt, and you're dead meat. Cage, shine that belt up real nice and good. It's coming home. It's FINALLY coming home."

Fiscus hands the mic back to Jenny, and leaves the scene with a determined look on his face. Jenny looks up at the camera.

JENNY: "Back to you, guys."

The scene cuts to Jarred and William.

DANIELS: "Thanks, Jenny. Alan definitely looks pumped and in the zone, I can't wait to see this elimination chamber match! Each and every contestant could win this thing. Right now, we're going to go back stage and this time it's with Ryan."

Ryan Lewis is standing next to a CZW icon turned interviewer, The Zodiac Thriller, somewhere backstage as the shot begins.

Ryan: “Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor and privilege to do this tonight. I have here with me a Hall of Famer who was also the first crowned CZW World Heavyweight Champion...The Zodiac Thriller.”

Zodiac: “And it’s great to be here! I mean, it would be so much greater to be one of the men out there performing tonight, but it cannot be! I’m glad to be part of the comp’ny, tho, and I’ll be right there watchin’ in the front row to see who walks out tonight the World Champ!”

Ryan: “Yes, it will be an extremely exciting match. How have you been taking care of yourself, Zodiac?”

Zodiac: “Been doin’ allright, man. I definitely look both ways when crossing a street...or a parking garage! Heh heh!”

Ryan: “With all the time it took in rehab, I’m surprised you can laugh at that.”

Zodiac: “What can you do? Stayin’ mad won’t give me all that time back. Besides, humor can help you get past a lotta bad feelin’s.”

Ryan: “Well, your recovery has truly been an inspiration. Will you ever come back to active competition?”

Zodiac: “Well, I won’t say never, but physically it would not be a good idea right now.”

Ryan: “Ok, Thriller...”

Zodiac: “It’s ‘Thrilla’. After all dis time, Ryan? Really?”

Ryan, rolling his eyes: “Thrilla...do you have any predictions for the big Heavyweight Title match later tonight?”

Zodiac: “So many good wrestlers in there and only one can come out the winner! I’m gonna surprise everyone and say that the current champ will walk out of there STILL the champion! I think he...”

Voice from off camera: “WHO CARES?!?”

Suddenly a figure rushes in from off camera, even as Zodiac turns to look, and clotheslines him down. The camera pans back to show a hulking figure having pinned and mounted Zodiac like in an MMA ring, pounding the former World Champ with rights and lefts. The big man wrenches Zodiac from the floor, steps back, and nails him with a running elbow smash right into the Thrilla’s face. As Zodiac falls, the figure turns toward the camera.

‘The Machine’ Caleb Walker.

Ryan: “What are you doing, Caleb? What’s the meaning of this?”

Walker: “YOU JUST SHUT UP OR YOU’LL GET THE SAME, LEWIS!!!”

Walker pulled Zodiac back up, then puts both hands around his throat, lifting the smaller Zodiac off his feet. He chokes his victim, then drops him to the floor. Finally, he lifts Zodiac up into a lifting backbreaker...and holds him there as he speaks.

Walker: “I don’t care if he was CZW’s first World Champion! I was right there, the first Championship contender! I was part of the reason he was so popular! And did he have some long, glorious championship career? NO! He dropped the title after a short time and then got injured. You know something? THEY DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME A SPOT ON TONIGHT’S SHOW! No interview! No match! Guys who haven’t been here in months are getting caviar and champagne in the back and I almost didn’t even get a plane ticket! Well, this is just a start, and my warning to all CZW. You will pay. Yes, there is a lot of payback coming.”

Caleb now drops the unconscious Zodiac and looks directly into the camera, his voice rumbling out even as he rubs his hands and flexes his muscles with intimidating menace.

Walker: “There are some who are bigger
Some who are taller
Some who would do me harm...
But none in CZW can match the strength
and power that flows through these arms.

Its been a long time coming,
a frustrating tale
of weakness and pitiful feats.
But I will put all of that into my past
With every foe I defeat.

So if you have courage, if you have skill,
Try to stand against the coming storm.
Come to face the Absolute Power,
Caleb Walker, The God of War.”

With that, Caleb walks away, leaving a confused Ryan Lewis standing and watching the medical personnel check up on Zodiac Thrilla.

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

-=- INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE TOOLE SHED MATCH -=-
(2 RP Limit)

El Pablo (c) vs. Maynard O'Toole

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

Daniels: My God, Zodiac isn’t the luckiest man when it comes to injuries here in the Combat Zone. Masters: Yes, you would of thought he can take a hint, and get the hell out. Belee’ dat. Daniels: Cringe. Anyway, as we can see, the scenery is all set, for this Scaffold contest, and possibly the most demonic creation of all time. Masters: It’s called the Toole Shed Jarred, and it’s a thing of beauty. The crowd go silent as through the speakers the first grundgy overdriven chords of Slayers bloodline starts to play

Daniels: Here we go!

Around 15 seconds in the first blast of the drum is heard and in unison the lights in the arena go out, thrusting everything into pitch darkness, and along with the continued guitar riff is making for a very uncomfortable and edgy atmosphere. A few seconds later the drum beat picks up a steady, heavy rythm and the lights start flickering on and off in time with the beat. The crowd look around each other trying to get their bearings

Masters: Shout me when this is over

After 10 more eerie second the guitar riff changes and smoke pours out from the ground at the top of the ramp

...Eternal the kiss I breath

Siphon your blood to me...

With the lights still flickering in time with the music a shape raises up from the floor through the smoke

Daniels: God in hell!

The smoke clears and the flashing lights blink upon the nightmarish visage of Jason Vorhees, Boiler suit, Black boots, Hockey mask, cracked and dirty with peircing eyes looking not at the crowd but down at the huge structure below, tonight it's the devils playground, and it's taken the form of the infamous Tool Shed

...I'll kill you and your dreams tonight

Begin new life...

Maynard walks out fully from the smoke and the fans are treated to a familiar sight

Masters: Well it's definetly Maynard O' Toole, that asshole, i don't like Pablo, but i hope to god he throws that jerk off the top

Daniels: still sore from the other night? Haha, but anyway, what an entrance

O'Toole walks down the ramp with the solid sledgehammer draped over his shoulder, he walks stoicly to the structure, and rather than get in the ring

Masters: O'Toole's CLIMBING the structure, hasn't anyone told him it isn't necessary this time round? It's falls count anywhere

Daniels: I don't think he cares

...Drink the flesh of life itself

Prepare to reign a thousand years...

As Maynard reaches the top of the scaffold the lights turn from flickering to dark red, he looks out over the crowd and raises the hammer, elliciting a huge cheer for the returning O'Toole

Daniels: What a reaction

....Captive blood enslavement

Pain and hunger drives your madness

Drink flesh life itself

Prepare to reign a thousand years!

The lights return to normal and Maynard, still masked, turns and from the great height stands directly looking up the ramp, waiting. sledgehammer thrown back over his shoulder

David Bowies 'Rebel Rebel' starts its iconic riff and the fans immediatly go into an unproar

Daniels: Well this is more like it, i don't mind telling you, O'Tooles entrance was really intimadating. he sure knows how to make an entrance.... But so does this man right here!

El Pablo jumps out from behind the curtain and looks up at the dressed O'Toole, now looking very strange in the pink flashing lights, Maynard hasn't moved an inch, though his chest is heaving up and down slowly and his eyes follow Pablo as he runs to one side of the stage and sheilds his eyes with his hand, looking out over the fans, he starts pointing to them, garnering a huge reaction, he then makes his way over to the other side of the ramp and looks over the sea of faces, he points down at the fans nearest and shouts

You ready?

The fans scream back and he steps back one, two, three steps and and points down once more

Masters: He's not going to....?

Pablo RUNS to the edge of the stage and LEAPS out to the crowd, looking more like a pink flying squirrel... The crowd catch him

Daniels: HA, i don't believe it, he's being crowd surfed around this arena! THAT'S how to make an entrance

Masters: Bet you wish it was you out there having thousands of hands grab at you

Daniels: Grow up William

The overhead camera pans down to catch the smile on Pablos face as he puts his arms behind his head, resting and letting the crowd do their work

Daniels: Pablo behind us now, looks like he's coming to a stop... JEEZ

Pablo rolls over the barrier directly in between Jarred and William, smiling at them both he stand on top of their table, looks round at the fans and takes a bow before turning back

Masters: Get that damn fluffy damn tail out of my damn face you damn squirrel

Pablo looks to the scaffold a few feet away, taking in exactly what he has to face

Daniels: Maynard is the only man to have competed twice in this match type, a type of his own devising. Both times against powerful and manical men, how will he fair against the high flying Pablo? And of course what has to be running through Pablos mind looking at the scaffold, the weaponry, the glass tables. And of course the last time he was up anywhere high with Maynard O'Toole he ended up being speared over a balcony! Lord knows what can happen tonight... i also see that the ring announcer is arriving now with that Intercontinental Championship, weaving between glass tables set up at the sides of this structure to get to his desk. No wonder Pablo didn't wear it down here with an entrance like that.

Pablo, still looking up, bends slightly, JUMPING and catching on to the scaffold right from the announcers desk

Daniels: And he made his way up to the top of that in about two seconds flat, we know that speed and agility has never been an issue with that man

Masters: ATTCHOOO... i got bloody pink fur stuck up my nostrils, something needs done about that tail!

Both men are now standing on opposite sides of the scaffold surrounding the ring, Maynard looks over at Pablo and reaches up, removing his mask, the expression below seems no less scary

Daniels: Maynard looking really fired up for this one, he's now removing the boiler suit and throws it to the crowd behind him, not once taking his eyes of pablo opposite. Now we have a ref in the ring, and also one on the outside, as this is falls count anywhere, and basically the in-ring ref is locked in there. Their job tonight is basically just to call the count

Masters: Or call an ambulance

Daniels:... or call an ambulance, yes. And also to ring the bell, which he has just done

DING DING!

The buzz is high as Maynard moves left and Pablo moves right, bringing them onto the same stretch of scaffold, they approach each other and the height difference is very noticable, though that doesn't stop Pablo looking up with the same intensity as Maynard looking down

Daniels: The atmosphere just became thick in here, the joviallity of moments ago forgotten in these mens eyes as they stare each other down... who will be the first to make a move?

O'Toole quickly releases a right fist which Pablo ducks neatly, sending Maynard spinning around and the Sledgehammer falling out of his left hand, falling to the ringside below, smashing one of the glass tables. The crowd ooh as Maynard regains his balance and looks down, shaking his head before looking back into the smiling face of Pablo

Daniels: There goes one of the glass tables, set up OUTSIDE the ring only this time around because of the special rules surrounding this Tool Shed, the ring is clear below so the action can continue there, and all up and down the inside of these scaffolds there is a variety of weapons, ranging from kendo sticks to hedge whackers

Masters: And we see how dangerous it is as Maynard nearly fell off right there, of course in the past we have seen him take the tumble to the glass in his match with Matt Covey, at the hands of his friend Alan Fiscus, ahh good times

Daniels: That was indeed a tanse match, but back to right here and it looks like Maynard managed to get a hold of Pablo!

Maynard and pablo have locked up, but due to Maynard superior strength he easily overcomes Pablo and throws him to the right. The crowd scream as Pablo goes off the edge

Masters: And the little rodent has manged to grab on to the side, stopping his fall... damn. And he's taking the cowards way out

Daniels: You mean he's playing it safe and using this oppertunity to climb down, yes. Maynard seeing this is quick to follow, Pablo on the matt first though and runs to the opposite ropes without missing a beat.... OOOH!

Pablo runs to the ropes and on his return lans a dropkick summersault on Maynard, who was still on the scaffold, just at the bottom, the impact bounces O'Tooles whole body into the structure and then unceremoniously drops him to the canvas below

Masters: Squirrel with a pin

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Maynard gets up, feeling his face to make sure it's not bleeding, Pablo takes advantage by getting in close and hitting a kick to Maynards knee, then another to his ribs, and a third to his shoulder, Pablo take a step back then in one bound leaps onto Maynards shoulders and starts raining down lefts and rights, trying to take O'Toole down...

Daniels: But it's reversed into a powerbomb, completely taking the wind out of Pablos sails there and letting Maynard get the pin attempt

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Pablo back rolls to his feet and looks at Maynard, he raises his index finger and shakes it back an forth, shaking his head, the crowd laugh and Maynard takes to the ropes. He returns with a clothesline, which Pablo ducks, O'toole continues in, bouncing off the opposite ropes. Pablo os ready though and jumps once more onto Maynards shoulders

Masters: Reversed into a running powerbomb!

Daniels: REVERSED into a trapping hurricanrana pin!

Masters: And Maynard easily throws Pablo off

Both men get back to thier feet with applause from the crowd as they size each other up once more.

Daniels: Some great back and forth action here

Both men run into a shoulder elbow tie up, Maynard comes off better and throws Pablo into the corner, he runs after and finally hits a clothesline, sending Pablo to the mat. O'Toole picks his opponent back up and hits a few knife edge chops, reeling Pablo back, then he picks up pablo and hits a smooth spinebuster, getting back to his feet to the cheers of some of the fans

Masters: You spoke too soon, Maynard took seconds to gain control of this

O'Toole gets to one knee and grabs the back of Pablos head for leverage as he starts smashing forearms into the pimk ones face, each impact getting a mixed reaction from the crowd, split between OGT fans and XTC fans. Pablo gets his hands up and manages to rake Maynards eyes, forcing him to move, Pablo is quick to his feet and runs towards Maynard in a cross body.... but O'Toole side steps, sending Pablo to the matt.

Daniels: and this is where it truly begins, Maynard climbing the turnbuckle and reaching into that ominous structure for a weapon... what's he got?

O'Toole climbs back down from the turnbuckle and turns to reveal... a hosepipe. He approaches Pablo from behind just as he is getting back to his feet, and wraps it around his neck. Pablo flails around trying to get it off, but Mayo throws the two ends over one of the lower poles of the scaffold and PULLS. The crowd groan as El Pablo raises a few inches from the ground

Masters: EULOGY using that rubber hose

Daniels: And to add insult to injury...

Masters: You mean injury to injury?

Daniels: Well, yes, Maynard is now laying boots into Pablos midsection while Pablo is scrambling desperatly at that hose, the crowd here are moaning, and Maynards face shows no remorce

Masters: That's because he's a terrible terrible man

Daniels: Oh get over it William, God, what we can see of El Pablo's face is now turning purple as Maynard continues with the boots... LET HIM DOWN!

O'Toole finally releases the tubing sending Pablo into a crumpled heap on the matt, coughing and spluttering. Maynard goes for the pin

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Daniels: O'Toole shocked at that kickout, but it doesn't stop him, looks like he's heading back to the scaffold for ANOTHER weapon

O'Toole, on the side opposite from Pablo, leans over the ropes and into the scaffold, grabbong hold of...

Daniels: HEDGE TRIMMERS, JESUS! and he's started the motor, oh my god, how can he be so sadistic?

Maynard looks up after starting the dangerous and sharp motorised hedge trimmers...

Daniels: SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA! O'Toole took too long and El Pablo had time to recover enough to jump to that top rope and hit that perfect Plancha, taking Maynard down and thankfully dropping that terrifying weapon to the canvas

Pablo, still coughing, gets to his feet and, realising he still needs time to recover, goes to the scaffold and starts climbing, but not quick enough. O'Toole gets back to his feet and grabs the trimmers, the engine humming until Maynard presses the trigger, bringing the motor into roaring life

Masters: He's not going to?

Daniels: I can't watch

Masters: HE DID HE DID! AMAZING, I'M SO HAPPY! This crowd hating it,. but i LOVE it!

Daniels: How can you be so callous at the mutilation of one of our top stars?

Masters: Mutilation? Oh for gods sake take your hands away from your eyes

Daniels looks up to find Pablo up at the top of the scaffold with an extremely offended look on his face, looking down to the ring below where Maynard O'Toole is standing proudly, the newly severed pink fluffy tail of El Pablo being held up high to the amusement of some of the crowd, and the disgust of others.

Masters: You know i may even forgive Maynard that disgusting assault on me for doing that

Daniels: Well it looks like the fun times over as O'Toole heads up the scaffolding to get Pablo

Masters: But look at El Pablo, the frightened little rat is scaling down the other side

Daniels: If i know Pablo they'll be a reason for that

Masters: Yeah i just said... he's scared!

El Pablo, now tail-less, is indeed scaling to the ramp area of the outside, Maynard reaches the top and looks down at him. The fully recovered Pablo just looks up, smiles, and with a florid bow invites O'Toole down. O'Toole starts to climb down the outside as Pablo takes a few steps back, at the right time he runs towards O'Toole looking for the same dropkick he landed before...

Masters: O'TOOLE SWINGS WIDE ON ONE HAND!

Daniels: And Pablos legs go straight threw the structure, and look, now he's hanging upside down, helpless as Maynard reaches the floor

O'Toole looks on at Pablo as the masked man tries desperatly to reach up and free himself. O'Toole reaches into the network of poles and brings out a wrench. He wastes no time reeling back and unleashing a hard shot to Pablos ribs, the impact and Pablos reaction combine to untangle Pablo who falls to his back on the ramp

Daniels: God i think i heard something crack

Masters: Pablos not having a great time of it... good! And Maynard now approaching Pablo with that wrench

O'Toole brings the weapon overhead and brings it down with force, but Pablo rolls out of the way and swipes at the legs of Maynard, catching the OGT unawares and sending him down. Pablo, holding his ribs, knows that he has to take the advantage to stay in the match. Springs to his feet and lands a smooth standing moonsault onto the back of Mayo, he comes up holding his ribs, but chants of

PABLO PABLO PABLO

Start to echo around the arena, he looks to the crowd and gives his ribs a quick rub, before holding his hands high and smiling to the fans

Daniels: The fans seeming to give Pablo the adrenaline boost he needs to stay on Maynard!

The chants continue as Pablo climbs about seven feet up the scaffold, just as O'Toole is making his way back up

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Masters: What is he looking for?

The question is soon answered, as near the top Pablo reaches in and comes out with a leather bag, he doesnt even climb down beofre untieing the top and letting the contents fall to the floor

Daniels: NAILS! Looks like Pablo has decided to go hardcore

Just as El Pablo reaches the floor O'Toole is back up, they run at each other and go into a tie up in amongst the nails, but Pablo is quick and hits a stiff kick, he grabs Maynards hair and

Daniels: FACEBUSTER TO THE NAILS, OH MY GOD!

Maynard screams and rolls on the floor, every roll attracting more nails into his flesh, he pulls away at his face, over and over again, his hand gathering as much blood as nails as he throws them away. He finally gets up and his face is one out of nightmares, with blood streaming from gashes on his forehead and cheeks he looks through dripping crimson at El Pablo, there is no hurt, no pain, he just looks pissed! El Pablo backs away towards the guardrail near where the glass tables start, Maynard stalks him, then runs in, Pablo goes down for a drop toe hold, but O'Toole jumps it and comes down with an elbow drop to Pablos back, he lifts Pablo up and the fans scream and yell all around them as Maynard keeps a hold of the back of Pablos head and lands elbow after elbow into his face, he then looks into his dazed apponents eyes and screams at him, gathering blood from his own face he flings it into Pablos, lays a few more elbow and then,using his superior strength lifts Pablo into a military press. He walks a few paces closer to the.......

Masters: PABLOS STRAIGHT THROUGH A GLASS TABLE! Theirs pieces everywhere, Maynard lifts Pablo back up... Face first into the Scaffold!

Daniels: This match just got real bloody real quick, Pablo looks like he MIGHT be bleeding under that mask

Masters: Looks like O'Tooles gonna make sure he is!

O'Toole picks up one of the shards of glass and comes up on the downed Pablo. Pablo gets his hands around Maynards forearms, stopping the shard in its deadly journey to his face. O'Toole fired on by rage, brings the broken piece ever closer to his opponents widening eyes

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Daniels: HE MAKES CONTACT! Slicing the face through that mask, MY GOD, even the crowd are taken aback

Pablo, feeling the first slice is spurned on by survival instince and kicks Maynard away, he rolls away holding the top of his head, blood now visibly dripping down his exposed eyes. He rols to his feet and, still extremely agile, makes his way back up the scaffold, Maynard, back to his feet, moves a few glass tables to the side and makes his way up too. At the top Pablo is already waiting. He kicks O'Tooles hand as it comes over the top. The crowd ''Oooh'' as he dangles from one hand, the blood from his face dripping and colouring the glass tables below, he swings his hand back up... kicked again, and he sways dangerously over the tables. The crowd start to rise in morbid anticipation as Pablo gets to his stomach and reaches over to O'Tooles one remaining hand hold, and starts prising at his fingers

Daniels: Maynard is literally hanging on with two fingers, noooooo

Masters: O'Toole with the save! look Daniels

O'Toole has reached up with his free hand in a last ditch attempt and grabbed the back of Pablos head, smashing his face to the wooden boards of the scaffold. Pablo rolls away as Maynard gets a hold and lifts himself up onto the top of the scaffold

Daniels: Both men back to their feet. My god, what a match

Masters: Do you think one of them will go off this time?

Daniels: I hope not, but i know El Pablo is desperatly seeking revenge for the infamous 'Balcony spear' at last years Beggining of the End and i think he's going to take his oppertunity to even the score if he gets it

Masters: Well he's certainly proving that violence is on his mind, but with that wrench shot, hose strangling and glass table already behind him, does he have enough left to make his dream a reality?

The two men start trading blows high above the ring, the crowd ohhing and ahhing with every back and forth shot....

Daniels: ENZIGURI from nowhere, Maynards down and Pablo is rolling him over to the edge... No, Maynard inleashes a right hook and gets back to his feet as these fans release the breath they were just holding. These men are just so high up it's so tense right now

Maynard goes into a tie-up and overpowers Pablo, pushing him towards the edge... Pablo applies the brakes with everything he's got and Maynard changes tactic and takes Pablo into a suplex. The crowd collectively breath shaply as Pablo land with two legs dangling over the drop to the ring below, he scambles back from the edge and gets up, leaping over to the scaffold overlooking the ramp

Masters: Dangerous move

Daniels: True, but good defensively, if you go down i know i'd rather not be on a side overlooking glass tables

Maynardedges over to the same platform and runs at Pablo, going for a spear

Daniels: But Pablo jumps high and brings both feet stomping down on Maynards back, O'Toole gets to his knee and turns... Straight into a roundhouse kick by Pablo, the crowd are cheering wildly as Maynards neck snapped violently to the right. He looks knocked out on the wood

Masters: And sadly, this might be the annoying pink ones chance

Daniels: It certainly is, he lifts Mayo up so his back is facing him, takes a few steps back... and goes for the sattelite headscissors!, one revolution, second revolution....

Maters: OPIATE!!!!!!!!

Daniels: What an amazing reversal! and these fans are on thier feet!

Maynard get back to his feet as El Pablo lays cold, he takes a look at all the fans around from his vantage point, the blood now encrusting on his face, with deep breaths he seems to make a decision and makes his way down the inside of the structure

Masters: Maynard going for another weapon, wait.... what is he?

Daniels: It looks like he's went to the adjoining corner... no.... NO

Masters: Is he removing the support brace?

Daniels: God damn it he is, he's removing the support that is tethering the platform currently holding the platform that El Pablo is on to the one at the side

Masters: He's got it off! He's now scaling right to the other side of Pablos platform and you can already see that support, now lying on the matt below, being off had mage that side shift about dangerously as O'Toole makes his way across

Maynard reaches the other side, and like before, starts unscrewing the supporting brace while everyone can only look on

Masters: He's got it, and he falls to the canvas still holding that brace

He throws the brace aside and gets to his feet, standing in the middle of the platform, he looks above and sees El Pablos face. Pablo, while all this has been going on, has come around and crawled to the edge to see where his opponent is, when he looks over he sees Maynard O'Toole, hands wide, grabbing the scaffolding and pushing... Pablo feels the shake of the platform and terror grips him, as it does the whole crowd... Most are on their feet once more, alot screaming at Maynard to stop as his muscles in his arms and upper body shift as he pushes against the scaffolding. Blood starts to pour from the wounds on his face as the pressure opens them back up, his face is scarlet as he give one more almghty effort

Masters: It's going... it's GOOOOOIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!

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Daniels: OH MY GOD, HE DID IT!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

f**k-ING-AWE-SOME (clap clap clapclapclap) f**k-ING AWE-SOME (clap clap clapclapclap)

Masters: We need to see that again

The camera flashes up with the scene, taken from near the glass tables, Maynard is inside, as he gives his one final push... The structure slowly goes over, El Pablo at the top trying to scramble to his feet, but it's too late as momentum takes hold and the ramp side of the scaffold topples over, the crowd on either side if the ramp scramble to safety as the metal smashes into the barricade, keeping its shape and resting at an angle, El Pablo has dissapeared from sight

Another shot from the top of the ramp, the crowd are running as the scaffold topples, El Pablo trying to hold on as it bashes into the barricase, sending El Pablo shooting off at a tremendous speed and careering the rest of the distance to the ramp, the impact bouncing his body off the steel of the ramp and brining him to rest about ten feet up from where the top of the scaffold landing, motionless on the ground

Daniels: In all my years, i've never seen anything like it, El Pablo could be seriously injured

Masters: What a horrifying impact, but the match won't stop for anything less than a pin, and Maynard looks in no condition to reach his fallen rival

O'Toole is inside the ring,collapsed on the ropes form the exersion, his face is once more shining crimson and he is sucking breath. He looks around to the carnage that he caused and realises he has to get to the ramp. He folds jimself through the ropes and drops awkwardly to the mish mash of steel poles that were seconds ago upright. He bigins slowly to claw his way through the wreckage in a dazed state, every obstacle seeming ten times harder to get over. Blood is dripping all over the floor as he moves on, finally reaching the once top of the scaffold and flinging himelf over, falling three feet to the ramp. He crawls to El Pablo, still face down on the steel. Maynard turns him over and covers him

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Daniels: Wheres the ref?

Masters: He's having trouble getting over the scaffold

Daniels: We need this count, we need this thing over, both these men need medical assistance

A referee comes running out from behind the curtain and slides down to the two men

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Daniels: NO!!!!!!!!! PABLO KICKED OUT!!!! EL PABLO KICKED OUT!!!!

The fans let out the largest roar of the night, deafening all other sound, the neverending cheers continue as Maynard simply rolls off, bleeding onto the ramp. The referee is down at El Pablo, to the fans suprise he rips off El Pablos mask, to reveal nothing but red, features can only be scaresly accertained due to the blood congealed on his face. The ref checks around Pablos head, whispering in his ear, Pablo can just be seen to be shaking his head as the referee continues to feel around, after a final barely noticable nod from Pablo the ref finally stands. O'Toole, breathing more steadily, gets to his knees, still not looking up, but garnering energy.

Daniels: I can't belive it, O'Toole making his way to his feet, and LOOK, El Pablo ACTUALLY on his knees here.

Maynard groggily approaches Pablo and lays a sloppy kick into The 5 Star Superstars side, sending him neatly back down, Maynard approaches and lifts Pablo up by his now exposed hair, he irish whips Pablo into the barricade and floows up with a clothesline, sending both men over the barricade to the the crowd on the other side

Masters: I can see what O'Tooles thinking, i'd rather go that wat than back over that collapsed structure

Maynard lifts El Pablo to his feet and starts punching into him, every shot sending Pablo through the crowd, back towards the ring and the three sided scaffold... and the glass tables. Now close to the barrier, he sends El Pablo once more into an irish whip towards the barricade...

Daniels: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! EL PABLO JUST RAN UP THE BARRICADE AND REBOUNDED WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!

Masters: O'Toole's down and El Pablo might just be back in this thing, un-bloody-believable

El Pablo, holding his head and ribs, manages a smile through his crimson face as the fans all cheer him on and pat his back, he looks behind him and points up at the remaining scaffold, looking to the crowd, the response is overwhelming and El Pablo nods and lifts Maynard by his hair, taking hi9m into a headlock, and running towards the barrier. El Pablo SAILS over the barricade and bulldogs Maynard, but due to the barricade Maynard ribs get crushed and he topples over the rest of the way to the matt, right noxt to those glass tables

Masters: I can't belive Pablo's moving like this

Daniels: He is running on PURE adrenaline, and what's he doing now

El Pablo has looked out to the fans at the front of the glass tables close by and asked them to help him drag them over

Daniels: These glass tables being moved gingerly OVER the barrier, five, six tables, all being set up just that bit further from the scaffold

Masters: What does he have planned?

Daniels: Whatever it is it doesn't bode well for Maynard O'Toole

Masters: INVERTED HEADLOCK BACKBREAKER! O'Toole catching El Pablo completely unawares there, and now what?

O'Toole slings Pablo over his shoulder and looks up at the structure in front, he sees the glass tables and where Pablo has set them up and nods, starting his climb

Masters: It's like King Kong and the fair damsel

Daniels: If the fair damsel, and indeed King Kong had been caked in blood and trying to kill one another

Master: And i bet the damsel didn't do THAT!

The crowd cheer the roof down as El Pablo dangerously wriggles away from Maynards shoulders and catches the scaffold, he and Maynard now side by side and trading hits, O'Toole throwing rights and Pablo kicking with his left foot. Maynard suddenly stops hitting and starts taking every boot that Pablo dishes out

Daniels: O'Toole's gonna fall!

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Masters: Pablo's down!

Action replay shows that while it looks like Maynard has given up and is taking the blows his arm has snaked into the structure and grabbed a set of shears, swinging them round inside the scaffold the connect with Pablos face, knocking him off the structure to the matt below

Daniels: A nasty fall from about nine feet up, luckily, in some ways, those glass tables had been removed

Pablo has landed right next to the barrier, he looks up at Maynard still climbing and finally reaching the top. He looks down at Pablo and beckons him up, a sadistic smile on his face

Masters: Well we know that's where Pablo wanted to be

Daniels: Yes, but on his terms

Pablo reaches up and grabs his hair in indecision... he feels around his hair, only just now realising his famed mask isn't on... he looks around wildly and spots something just sticking out of the scaffold wreckage a few feet away. He gets to his feet slowly and limps over there, taking his time bending down. He grabs up the item and looks up at O'Toole once more, he points up slowly to him and nods, placing the item over his head. The fans are in their element as the camera pulls in to get a full shot of El Pablo, most of his costume now caked on blood and blood dripping down to his neck... looking sadistic in the dirty, cracked hockey mask that O'Toole abandoned at the top of the match. He nods slowly once more and then RUNS to the scaffold and scales it as quickly and neatly as when he made his entrance. O'Toole doesn;t even have time to near him before he is on his feet, his eyes looking through the stained hockey mark, blood already making its way from Pablos head to cover it.

The air is as tense as the start, the two men eyeing each other up, swapped sides, but in the same stretch of platform as when the bell rang. Both men bleeding, broken and looking, knowing this is it, next stop is the last stop. The crowd un-naturally silent, but slowly chants of

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start to build until the mantra envelopes everything, the men both as one take a deep breath

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Daniels: They lock up, Maynard taking Pablo into a headlock, he goes round into a hammerlock and clubs Pablo soundly on the back, Pablo turns and goes straight into a low dropkick, sending Maynard to his knees. He's quickly back up but Pablo gut kicks and locks in a front headlock

Masters: TWIST OF FATE!

Daniels: NO!, O'Toole pushes El Pablo off and Pablo turns into a swift firemans carry, O'Toole follows up by applying a full nelson and dragging Pablo to his feet, the hold still in place, he lifts El Pablo for the full nelson slam

Masters: But El Pablo uses the momentum to flow over O'Tooles head and land a neckbreaker!

Daniels: These fans are going wild at this exchange, Pablo picks up O'Toole, but O'Toole counters with a european uppercut. He lifts Pablo into a military slam and walks over to the edge, as the crowd for the zillionth time tonight get on their feet!

Masters: If he lands the Cold and Ugly we will be seeing a more sadistic repeat of Begining of the End last year

Daniels: HE GOES FOR IT!

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REVERSED INTO A DDT! Pablo saves himself a sure career ending move with a beautiful counter!

Pablo looks out over the edge and breathes a huge sigh, he looks back at Maynard who is holding his head and trying to get back to his feet

Daniels: Pablo going behind Maynard... i think he's looking for the move that lead to his near death experience earlier

Masters: And if he misses it this time it will be a FULL death experience

Damiels: Pablo runs in with the sattelite head scissors

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Daniels: EL PABLO COUNTERS! SATTELITE HEADSCISSORS FROM THE TOP MAYNARD O'TOLLE SAILS!!!!!

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Chants of

f**k-ING-AWE-SOME (clap clap clapclapclap) f**k-ING-AWE-SOME (clap clap clapclapclap)

raise up for the second time as Maynard O'Toole smashes in a blaze of glory through the glass tables set up among the crowd

Daniels: Words cannot describe the impact that just occured, the glass is powder, O'Toole is bleeding everywhere, knocked out cold in amongst these fans

Masters: What the hell is El Pablo doing??????

Up top El Pablo is looking down at Maynards lifeless body, he looks out to the fans, the hockey mask ripped off his face and thrown behind him.... he has a manic look on his battle scarred features as he points down to O'Toole

Daniels: He can't.... He CAN'T be thinking what i think he's thinking

Masters: By the sound of THIS crowd... he IS! One Pablo Splash coming up!

Raising both arms high he steps back a few spaces. He looks over the crowd once more before closing his eyes and crossing himself

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HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

Daniels: Dear god in heaven, what the hell just happened?

Masters: i think we'll have to look at the replay

The camera from the botoom sees El Pablo dissapear from shot, a few seconds later he reappears flying off the edge, the camera follows him down as he turns upside down and rotates 180 degreed, and comes smashing down..... on nothing but shards of glass, the impact shakes the arena and El Pablo lays spasming on the glass, blood running from underneath him, a few feet away lies O'Toole, who somehow managed to roll out of the way, wether thorough instinct, or maybe not as hurt as first appeared, it doesn't matter, the crowd that aren't chanting are in shocked silence at what just happened. The referees, from both inside and outside the ring, as well as the third ref from earlier, all rush over the barricade to check on the two men

Daniels: What a train wreck, and im not sure who came worse off there, but one things for sure, El Pablo may have just ended his OWN career. Both men are motionless here as the Tool Shed 3 match may have come to its most bloody end yet

Masters: I'm not a fan of either of these two, but both those impacts were of the worst i've ever witnessed here in CZW

Daniels: The referees now calling for medical assistance, i think this may be over

Masters: You know the rules Jarred only a pinfall can end this thing

Daniels: That may be so, but i don;t think we're going to see that any time

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Slowly, inching along, fuelled by whatever tiny part of his pysche that's still active, one man moves among the debris, every move causing more cuts and lacerations from the glass, but undettered, or running on automatic, his eyes barely open he gets ever closer to his goal, the referees move out of the way so a snot to impede his progress until finally, with a huge effort, he drops his arm over his opponent

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Bloodlines by Slayer fill the speakers and breaks the spell over the audience, as they begin cheering, louder and louder, raising the roof

Jessica Towers: Youre winner.... and NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW Intercontinental Champion... the OGT...... MAYNARD..... O...... TOOOOOOOOLLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!

...I'll kill you and your dreams tonight

Begin new life

Bleed your death upon me

Let your bloodline feed my youth...

The timekeeper approaches the barrier and passes the coveted gold over to the closest referee, who comes back and goes to his knees, shaking Maynard, trying to bring him round

Daniels: Amazingly i think he's managing it... yes, the new champ had just opened his eyes, he's looking up at the belt.... you know what, i don;t even think he knew he'd won!

The crusted blood on Maynards face cracks as he smiles for the first time in the match, he grabs the belt and hugs it close as the three referees grab his shoulders and try to help him upright

....I am the first not the last

Condemned by a single kiss

Betrayed eternally I'll rip inside your soul....

Maynard, now perpindicular, is helped to the barrier by the referees and leans against it, trying to shake feeling back into his body

Daniels: How he's able to stand is beyond my comprehension, and look, even El Pablo is coming around

Pablo seems to wake from his stupour, but pain is etched onto every part of his face, he manages to look over and see Maynard with the belt and shakes his head, closing his eyes once more

...I'll kill you and your dreams tonight

Begin new life

Bleed your death upon me

Let your bloodline feed my youth...

Maynard gets his bearing and looks back to El Pablo, he starts to walk shakily towards him

Daniels: Come on O'Toole, he's had enough

He reaches down and grabs Pavblo by the back of the head, dragging him to his feet. Pablo manages to stay upright and looks into O'Tooles eyes.... every person present, to a man, raises to their feet as O'Toole embraces El Pablo, Pablo patting Maynards back, the applause is overwhelming as they break apart and hold each others hand up, blood still pouring down their bodies and nothing short of a bomb site surrounding them. The high angle camera pans out as El Pablo breaks away and joins in the applause as Maynard O'Toole. new Intercontinental Champion, holds his gold up high for everyone to see

...Pain and hunger drives your madness

Drink flesh life itself

Prepare to reign a thousand years!

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

The cameras come back on after that epic IC title match. A lone man is seen sweeping up the floors backstage, sounds form the crowd can be heard echoing down the halls. Reunited We Stand has been airing for a couple of hours now, as the cameras stay focused on this man. He takes a moment to rest as he wipes his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Well you've done it again Bob. Another job well done."

The man smiles at himself before continuing his sweep.

"I guess all that's left is for Mopster and I to make these floors sparkle."

He hangs his broom back on the maintenance cart before picking up the mop. He smiles again as he begins to slow dance with his mop humming to himself.

"Freak."

A gruff voice is heard from behind him. Bob quickly snaps around and sees Lucas the security guard laughing at him eating a powdered donut, and drinking coffee.

"Hey, f**k you buddy. I'm cleanin up these floors for the show."

"It looks to me like you and your mop need to get a room."

The Custodian's face begins turning multiple shades of red.

"Awe, is the wittle janitor gonna cwy."

The Custodian wipes his eye.

"No."

"Whatever freak, get back to work."

The Custodian manges to calm his anger before continuing his work. He whispers to his mop.

"Don't worry Mopster, he doesn't know us. He's just a fat stupid pig."

"Hey, I heard that, who the f**k you callin a pig freak? You're the one dancing with a mop."

"It's my business what I do...hey...what are you eating?"

"A f**kin donut, what's it matter?"

"Is that powdered?"

"Yeah."

"You're gonna make a mess out of my floor."

"What...you mean like this?"

Lucas walks over and smashes the donut in Bob's face as the powder rains down on the floor.

"That was uncalled for."

The Custodian pulls out his hanky again and wipes his face as Lucas begins to chuckle.

"No, this would be uncalled for."

Lucas turns over his coffee pouring all of its contents all over the floor, and then just tosses the cup on the floor and begins walking away. Bob's face seethes red as he takes his broom and begins following Lucas. Lucas continues laughing unaware that The Custodian stands right behind him and...

*CRACK*

The broom splinters across Lucas's back. Lucas falls to all fours screaming in pain.

"You will learn to respect my halls and floors Lucas, I'm so sick of people like you being given uniforms or costumes like all these loser wrestlers here in the CZW, thinking you're better than guys like me and the plumber. We're just the guys who clean up your shit...right? You will learn to respect us hard working men...and their tools!"

Lucas begins to sob.

"I'm...I'm...sorry..."

"Not good enough. Now you wanna talk about uncalled for...I'll show you uncalled for...WHEN I SHOVE THIS BROMM HANDLE UP YOUR ASS!!!"

Custodian takes the end of the broom and draws back. The camera quickly cuts out as the howling of Lucas is all that is heard.

Daniels: Interesting character there, and I have just heard this Custodian is a now apart of the roster here at CZW.

Masters: A janitor on the roster? Not another JA Sawyer, Bah humbug!

We hear a loud siren go off as Burn Inside my light plays over the pa, a new face to CZW walks out from the back and stands posed in fireworks as he walks slowly down to the ring taunting the crowd.

Daniels: Speaking of new guys, who the hell is this?

Masters: I don’t know, the cleaner? The plumber? Could be anyone!

Daniels: He looks important.

He makes his way into the ring wearing the best suite money can buy, an all grey Birona suit. Grey pants to match it and a red power tie. He paces the ring before walking over to the side and yanking a microphone from the announcers hand. He adjusts his tie and takes a deep breathe.

Andrew Clash: (his devilish grin on his face) Now, now your all wondering who am I, the fact of the matter is you will figure this out sooner then later. I am a 4 time World champion,two time tag champion and the list goes on. I have spanned over 9 different federations and have won a title in every single one of them.

The crowd does not know what to feel or say.

Andrew Clash: You people if i can even call you ignorant slums people will begin to realize the greatest catchphrase in world wrestling history. MY STYLE WILL NEVER CLASH! But the fact of the matter is, I did not come out here to talk about myself, although it is rather easy sometimes to talk about such....greatness in this company. And how many people will be a small stepping stone to a bigger goal, the World title. So Cage if you still hold that title dear, like its your child. You better pay close attention to what i am going to do, actions speak louder then words and I will let mine do just that. The last time I entered a few similar to this i went undefeated in my first 7 matches. That place was SCW, which brings me to talk about a certain person i see wrestling under a different name. JC Annimosity, other known as Maynard not the sharpest tool in the tool shed. The fact is Maynard I wanted a piece of you in SCW, but we all know you ran like the scared abused child once the name Andrew Clash hit the SCW bill. I wanted to silence your malevolence but you did us all a favor and silenced it for yourself. Great job you deserve an applause (does a mini golf clap for a split second) As I continue, Maynard if you happened to win your match as well it just makes you that much more of a target. Saddle up O'Toole and get ready because I am going to give you the biggest and brightest ass whooping you have ever seen. They do not call me The Career Killer for a reason.

Before he can continue he is interupted by a man in a black suit telling him he is out of time.

Black Suit man: (he is pointing at his watch) We have a show to run here.

Masters: Quite right, this new guy is taking up precious wrestling time, and up next happens to be Jesse Montana’s match, he is not going to like this.

Daniels: Well luckily, Clash doesn’t seem to care who is upsetting by being here, by the looks of things.

The devilish grin turns into a sour look on his face, a slight laughter on his face.

Andrew Clash: Come and grab the microphone from me, I will be on my merry way. (he cockily grins)

The guy in the black suit walks in closely and reaches for the microphone, Clash moves it out of his grasp. The guy in the black suit is now trying to reach for it again. Clash once again, moves his hand away. He puts the microphone back to his mouth.

Andrew Clash: Do not be so hasty, let me finish.

the guy in the black suit continues to fight with him the show can not go any longer and be delayed.

Andrew Clash: Your saying I am delaying the show with my antics, excuse me but your looking at your next World champion. show some damn respect Howard Finkle. And watch what I am about to do.

Clash walks up to the Howard finkle stunt double and laughs before looking at him with a straight face.

Andrew Clash: If the talent here is anything like this guy here a big pussy, it should be a walk in the park for me. As simple as that and as a matter of importance. How about I show you on the jumbotron what I will do to my next opponent.

Daniels: Hah, looks like he may be regretting interrupting Clash!

He points at the jumbotron as the look a like looks on. Sees nothing and then turns right around and gets hit by The Clash. The lifeless body is laying there as he crowds over it smiling his sinister grin. He goes under the rope and slides to the outside of the ring. He reaches under the apron and grabs out a chair. He slides back into the ring, a motion of silence goes over the crowd as he hovers over the injured announcer.

Andrew Clash: Are you going to tell me to shut my mouth now! Are you! (he raises the chair up and pretends to smack it down as the Howard Finkle look a like curls into a ball) Have you had enough? I am not a bad guy am I? I am giving you a second chance to shut your f**king mouth and sit there.

Before he can continue the look a like gets to his feet, he is now outraged.

Andrew Clash: I told you to sit down! Don't you people listen!

He grabs the announcer out of rage and connects with the chair to the face, he goes out cold. He then grabs the lifeless body and holds it up as he talks into the mic.

Andrew Clash: Are you people not entertained? What do I have to do?

He holds the body is position and then hits the CLASHTERMINATOR! the chair unfolds out and then rips open the face of the announcer.

Masters: Okay who is this bloody psychopath Jarred? Is he one of your half brothers from Texas? He is a raving lunatic.

Daniels: I must admit he may be going too far here, however they don’t call this place Ultraviolent for nothing.

Blood is gushing down his face as he then taunts him. He holds the mic back up to his face.

Andrew Clash: This is what is going to happen to anyone and anything who gets in my way. You want a piece of me, you will lose your career! It is only a matter of time before I get what I want, and I will get what I want. Hope you payed close attention my opponent for next week it could be your last match....Muahahaha!

His music hits the pa as he walks away slowly from the ring. He stands up on the titantron and poses for the crowd as a mixed reaction is heard from them.

Masters: Well quite frankly, I am glad this man has left, he can’t just interrupt Montana’s show and delay his much anticipated match.

Daniels: I admit his acts were barbaric, but once again we seem to have another new face here in CZW, and this guy looks ready for business.

Masters: That’s if he’s not locked up in a straight jacket by the next card.

Daniels: Okay William don’t cry to your mummy just yet, you will get to see your beloved Montana, as his fight for Presidency comes next. Meanwhile, we better get some help out here…

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

-=- SINGLES DREAM MATCH -=-
~~ If Montana wins, he regains the Title of CZW President ~~
(2 RP Limit)

Jesse Montana w/ TJ Hix vs. Eric Collum w/ Brian Damage

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::A three minute video package of the history of the careers of Jesse Montana and Eric Collum just gets finished playing as we are then re-introduced to CZW commentators: Jarred Daniels and William Masters::

DANIELS: Ladies and gentlemen, we have had one of the greatest pay per views in CZW history, so far and it’s to no surprise. This is, after-all, the return of Combat Zone Wrestling after a short hiatus, as of the result of some issues that we are restricted by sources, to not reveal at this time. However, that doesn’t matter right now, we are back and we have only just begun this exciting pay per view.

MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I can’t stand the site of you and those coke bottle glasses but never-the-less, I am excited to be back in action.

DANIELS: Well, thank you, Masters…..I think. Anyway, we have already seen a brutal four way massacre that was the Ultraviolent championship match, the return of the enigma, Matt Stylez, a brutal tag team ladder match and of course, probably the most brutal match of the night so far: the intercontinental championship, Toole Shed 3 match between El Pablo and Maynard O’Toole. I say most brutal match, so far because coming up later in the main event, we will see eight men battle it out for the world title, in a elimination chamber.

MASTERS: Get to the good part, Jarred. Forget it, I’ll do it for you, idiot. Coming up right now will be our former general manager, Jesse “The Sensation” Montana, with the company of TJ Hix, going one on one with “The Human Highlight Reel” Eric Collum, who will have Brian Damage in his corner, bloody cheater.

DANIELS: Yes well, if Jesse wins….

MASTERS: You mean, WHEN Jesse wins….

DANIELS: Whatever, that remains to be seen. If Jesse wins, he will become, once again, CZW General Manager. Well, Jessica Towers is in the ring and ready to kick things off.

TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is set for one fall. If Jesse Montana wins, he will regain his title as CZW General Manager….

"Taking You Down" by Egypt Central blares over the speakers of the Blue Cross Arena as Eric Collum makes his way out from the back to a mixture of cheers and boo’s from the crowd, accompanied by current GM, Brian Damage.

DANIELS: Well here comes the returning, former CZW world champion, the human highlight reel, Eric Collum. The last time we saw Eric Collum, was at Road To Glory 2, where he lost the world title in a brutal Tower of Power match to Ace King. Now he is back but can he shake off the ring rust?

MASTERS: Not tonight, Jarred. He is going one on one with CZW’s greatest.

::Collum slides into the ring, jumps up on the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd as Brian Damage stands on in applause::

"For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica, floods the Blue Cross Arena as TJ Hix makes his way out….

DANIELS: Wait, I see TJ Hix but where is Jesse Montana?

::TJ walks about half way down the ramp, then turns around and points to the curtains with both hands, baring a hug grin on his face::

DANIELS: Oh I should have known, the kiss ass, TJ Hix would be kissing up to his boss.

MASTERS: Blasphemy, you idiot, he’s doing what is right.

::Jesse Montana makes his way out from the curtains to a huge round of massive boo’s from the crowd::

DANIELS: Here he is, Masters, our former general manager, and Eric Collum has yet to take his eyes off of him.

MASTERS: Yes, well he had better get a real good look at his face because as soon as the bells rings, Eric Collum is going to get real acquainted with Jesse’s boots.

DANIELS: All four men are in the ring now, Jesse and Eric meet up in the middle, nose to nose as Towers picks the microphone back up.

TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, weighing in at two hundred, fifteen pound, he hails from Houston, Texas. He is a former CZW world champion…THE HUMAN HIGHLIGHT REEL….ERIC COLLUUUUUUUUUM!!!

::Collum taunts Jesse as Towers continues::

TOWERS: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred, thirty pounds, he hails from Miami, Florida. He is a former and longest reigning CZW world champion…..THE SENSATION….JESSE….MONTAAAAAAAAAANAAAA!!!!!!

::Towers gets out of the ring with help from Brian Damage, Collum begins to walk away, to his corner::

DANIELS: Well, here we…WAIT!!….

::Just as Collum starts to walk over to his corner, TJ Hix runs over with a sneak attack but is cut off by a spear from Brian Damage::

::THWACK!!::

DANIELS: BAH GOD!! TJ HIX TRIED TO JUMP ON COLLUM BUT BRIAN DAMAGE SAW HIM AND GAVE HIM WHAT HE DESERVED AND NOW TJ AND BRIAN ARE BRAWLING ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!! THIS MATCH HASN’T EVEN OFFICIALLY BEGAN!!

MASTERS: What a bloody cheap shot…

DANIELS: Hix got what he deserved, OH GOD!!! HIX JUST LAUNCHED DAMAGE RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! DAMAGE IS OUT!!! BAH GOD!!

MASTERS: There, now Damage got what he deserved.

DANIELS: Well finally the ref has called for the bell and this match is underway.

DING! DING! DING!

DANIELS: Both men exchange punches to the face. Collum grabs Jesse and Irish whips him into the ropes, here comes Jesse off the rebound….OOH Collum nails Montana with a standing drop kick. Montana hit the mat, hard.

MASTERS: Come on, Jesse, get your bloody head in the game!

DANIELS: Collum goes for a quick cover…OHH no, he only got a one count, Montana kicks out.

MASTERS: Collum is going to have to do a hell of a lot more to beat the sensation.

DANIELS: I agree, William, both of these men are top notch performers. Collum stands back up and stomps on Montana, in a fit of rage. Collum picks Montana up by his hair and launches him into the turnbuckle, Collum follows behind….JESSE USES THE TURNBUCKLE FOR LEVERAGE….BACK ELBOW TO THE HEAD OF COLLUM! WHAT A REVERSAL!

MASTERS: HERE WE GO!

DANIELS: Collum is now on the mat as Montana climbs the turnbuckle…and he nails Collum with an elbow drop from the top rope. Montana sees an opportunity as he grabs Collum’s legs … HE’S GOING FOR A SHARPSHOOTER!.......NO…..COLLUM COUNTERS AND ROLLS MONTANA UP INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!!

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MASTERS: That was too close.

DANIELS: Indeed it was, William.

MASTERS: Yeah, you would know about small packages huh, Jarred?

DANIELS: Har-har, William. Collum stands up and rushes the opposing ropes…he goes for a LIONSAULT … MONTANA MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND COLLUM HITS THE MAT! WHAT A SMART MOVE BY MONTANA!!

MASTERS: You can’t out-smart the smart-ass, Jarred. Jesse knows his way around this ring.

DANIELS: Jesse is up on his feet now as he grabs Collum and stands him up. Montana hooks Collum’s head….snap suplex! .. and another…..and another! … THREE AMIGOS AND JESSE COVERS!!

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*THUD!!!!*

DANIELS: BAH GOD, THEY BOTH COLLIDE WITH ONE ANOTHER!!! BOTH MEN HIT THE MAT, HARD!!! The referee now, begins the ten count….

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DANIELS: Both men look like they are coming too….DOUBLE KIP UP!!! BOTH MEN MANAGE TO KIP UP!!!

MASTERS: I have to admit, that was pretty bloody impressive.

DANIELS: Jesse rushes towards Collum, Montana with a clothesline so hard, it sent both men tumbling over the top rope and onto the outside of the ring. Jesse picks Collum up and whips him, hard … RIGHT INTO THE UNFORGIVING STEEL STEPS, SHOULDER FIRST!!

MASTERS: I LOVE IT!!

DANIELS: Montana picks Collum back up and throws him into the ring then slides in. Montana slings Collum into the corner of the ring. Montana then rushes Collum but he counters and throws Montana into the turnbuckle.

MASTERS: Bah God, this is confusing.

DANIELS: Collum backs up and with a head of steam, rushes Jesse….MONTANA DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY…COLLUM HITS THE CORNER, HARD!! MONTANA PICKS COLLUM UP AND SETS HIM UP ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!

MASTERS: He looks to be attempting a super-plex.

DANIELS: Wait….Montana places Collum on his…shoulders?! …WHAT STRENGTH, JESSE HAS COLLUM ON HIS SHOULDERS…ON THE….TOP ROPE!!! OH GOD!!!.......

*THUD!!*

MASTERS: SUPER….MONTANA….BAY!!!!!

DANIELS: BAH GOD!!!! A MONTANA BAY FROM THE TOP ROPE BUT BOTH MEN LANDED AWKWARDLY!!!

MASTERS: AHHHH JESSE…PLEASE BE OKAY…

DANIELS: Both TJ and Brian look on, both in shock pretty much after that impact we just saw. WAIT…WHO IS THIS?!

MASTERS: DEREK DAMAGE?! AREN’T THERE ENOUGH BLOODY DAMAGE’S HERE TONIGHT. SOMEBODY THROW THE OLD STENCH OUT!

DANIELS: It can’t be a Reunion without the founder of CZW, and it looks like he is making a B-line for the ring.

Masters: TJ, don’t just stand there you imbecile, do something. Why is he just standing there smiling?

Daniels: Brian is pretty much doing the same. And Derek…he is exchanging words with his son now, I think Montana’s luck has ran out! WHAT?! NO WAY…

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!!!

Masters: DEREK DAMAGE…WHAT A HERO!!!!!!!

Daniels: I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES…WHAT HAVE WE JUST WITNESSED HERE?!

DEREK DAMAGE HAS JUST KNOCKED HIS OWN SON OUT WITH A RIGHT HAND!!!!!

Masters: This is a moment of history we will never forget, and now he is getting into the ring. Is he working with Montana? GENIUS!

Daniels: NO!!! This is a mockery. No wonder TJ was smiling at the situation. How can Derek of turned on his own son like that?!

Masters: Maybe he is just senile, or maybe he is as clever as Montana. And look at this…

Daniels: DEREK IS PLACING MONTANA’S LIFELESS BODY OVER COLLUM…THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!!!!

Masters: Is Derek Montana’s…No…can’t be…

Daniels: Derek is forcing the ref to count…

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DING! DING! DING!

TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….AND ONCE AGAIN COMBAT ZONE GENERAL PRESIDENT…..THE SENSATION…….JESSE MONTANA!!!!!!!

DANIELS: HE DID IT…JESSE MONTANA HAS REGAINED THE PRESIDENCY TITLE OF THE COMBAT ZONE!!! And all thanks to…DEREK DAMAGE OF ALL PEOPLE.

MASTERS: I TOLD YOU!!

Daniels: The old man turned on his own son, to help out Montana, but why?! These fans are shocked and so am I. Montana had this planned all along.

Masters: Montana always gets what he wants, Jarred.

DANIELS: What a match and we are not done yet … stick around, folks as after the break, the World Title is on the line!

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

-=- MAIN EVENT -=-
CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE ELIMINATION CHAMBER
(2 RP Limit)

Cage Stryker (c) vs. Matt Covey vs. Alan Fiscus vs. Rob Wright vs. Krimzon Blaze vs. Ace King

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Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, next up is our MAIN EVENT. The next contest will pit six men inside the contraption see above. Two men will start the contest while four will stand encaged inside the glass pods on each corner of the cage. Every five minutes, one man will be released from the pod and will enter the contest. The last man standing will be crowned the winner, and will be the Combat Zone World Heavyweight Champion!

Daniels: I feel shivers running down my spine, and it’s not just from the sound of Jessica’s voice. As you may have heard, six men will compete for the top prize in the Combat zone, as Karl Jackson and King have not been able to get here tonight due personal reasons.

Masters: I still can’t get over the last match…

Daniels: I hate it when you have that fixed smile on your face.

Masters: I’m in such a great mood though Jarred, stop being such a misery guts. Jesse Montana is now the new CZW President, and all is right with the world again…well apart from your ridiculous try out for a moustache, Jarred you look like Hitler’s long lost Italian Brother.

Daniels: It’s growing at the normal rate, and where do you get these insults from anyway? Montana?

Masters: Whoa, before you go and make some lame jealous attack on YOUR BOSS, Mr. Daniels, may I please remind you he is the President of this company now, and you work for him, and in not much time at all, I’m sure you will be my assistant commentator working for me!

Daniels: What after you kiss Montana’s butt for the three hundredth time? You know the last contest we saw, it made me sick for so many reasons. Derek Damage of all people coming out to interfere, turning on his own son?! What is this World coming to.

Masters: I have my suspicions, Jarred. And after tonight’s show when me and Mr. Montana are having a cup of tea together, I will partake in a civilized discussion with the Sensation, something you know nothing about.

Daniels: Well one thing I do know is Derek Damage has a lot of explaining to do. And another thing I know is were just moments away from our Main Event for the night, deciding who exactly is the best here in CZW.

Masters: Well I wouldn’t say the winner of this contest is the best here in CZW, however they will hold the prize which allows them to believe they are the best. Cage Stryker has held it for too many months now, and I find it despicable that he now has the title of the longest reigning World Champion. Who has he really defended it against?

Daniels: Cage Stryker has held that title throughout CZW’s dark days, and he deserves it now just as much as he did back when he won it. However he has a tough task here tonight, five men hungry for what he possesses, and a couple of them hungry for blood.

Masters: The cage is making it’s way down now, as the peasants backstage begin to play that awful music, what a dreadful sound.

Daniels: It’s the ominous tune before a showdown only ever witnessed at the most special of occasions. And lets talk quickly about the six men we have in this main event.

Masters: Well in my opinion, we have the guys who deserve to be in this match, and then we have the others.

Daniels: They ALL deserve to be in this match William, each one of them carries something special and I for one am so happy we have a full roster back in action, CZW looks to have a bright future once again. Krimzon Blaze is the first man I want to discuss, a man who has a heart of a lion…

Masters: And the body of an infant.

Daniels: You have a body of an orangutan William, so you can’t talk. Krimzon has spoke about his destiny, he has spoke about his passion, and that combined with his immense talent and high flying ability, it’s only a matter of time before he climbs one more step to the top.

Masters: I disagree, I think he is destined to be second best, just like Ronnie McNeil was. He may get his finger tips on the belt so many times, but he just doesn’t have that x factor to achieve his dream. He may dream, but tonight will be a nightmare for him.

Daniels: Another load of crap stolen from the Montana promo book. Anyway, secondly we have Rob Wright, and how pleased must he be with his progress over the past few months. Maybe this guy has actually seen a positive with this recession in the Combat Zone, now not only holding a Money in the Bank briefcase, but also getting this Title match, having only held the tag Titles before, this is a monumental chance for the Real Deal.

Masters: Finally getting what he deserves, I have to say, there are better guys in this match, but I would love to see this member of the Next generation reach a golden status.

Daniels: And if he doesn’t tonight, he will have another chance, he can be certain of that. One man who knows about being Money in the Bank is Alan Fiscus, he has held that precious prize since last December, quite remarkable, and if he doesn’t use it soon, it may be too late.

Masters: Well it’s not an achievement to hold that briefcase for eleven months Jarred, you narrow minded twerp. However, it shows his patience, and more importantly, it shows how much of a viper he is. Like a predator, Alan waits in the long grass for several months, waiting for the perfect opportunity, and then SNAP he jumps out and attacks. This man is dangerous, he is a loose canon, and in my estimation, is the next World Champion.

Daniels: I can’t possibly disagree with you there Jarred, he is Mr. Money in the Bank, he is possibly the greatest superstar never to hold the main prize in the Combat Zone, and he has a great chance tonight. However, we all know his issues with former friend Matt Covey, will the feud between these two vicious individuals hinder their hopes.

Masters: Well I can bet Cage Stryker is preying for that to be true, but these men don’t let their feelings deny them a chance at the Gold.

Daniels: I’m not sure William, having heard what Matt Covey had to say, it seems he is just after a fight, rather than the World Title.

Masters: Your talking like it’s a new character trait, for this mad man. He has been that way all of his life, he likes the fight, he likes to make another man bleed, scream in pain, possibly stop breathing, but I assure you, if there is a chance he can take the World Title while doing the job he loves so much, he’s not an idiot Jarred.

Daniels: I guess your right, William.

Masters: I always am.

Daniels: And what about Ace King, quite possibly the most emotional moment in quite some time is about to happen tonight. Ace King has decided to call it a day, and what a day it has been. Twice Intercontinental Champion, twice Tower of Power winner, twice World Heavyweight Champion, he’s a former tag team champion, this man is an inspiration to all.

Masters: Well these morons saw him as a superhero, and obviously he is just a normal human being like you and I, and his time is up. He has not been hitting the moves he could years ago, you can see in his eyes he doesn’t feel the same passion he did before, I just wish people would stop whining about his decision and just celebrate his fantastic career.

Daniels: Well it will still be highly emotional tonight when Ace walks through those curtains. And just imagine if he wins the belt…My God.

Masters: I can’t imagine that. I don’t want to imagine that quite frankly.

Daniels: And neither does the current World Heavyweight Champion, Cage Stryker. He has had a little bit of stick of late, people saying he is not a true champion, saying he has not defended it against a real threat, saying he has carried it only because of the dark days in CZW, I am sure he would love to prove a lot of people wrong here tonight.

Masters: I am one of those people Jarred, I just don’t think a win against Ronnie McNeil and Tim Timmons is anything to be proud about.

Daniels: Would an untrue champion accept a match of this magnitude, hell no. Cage is up for the task, he wants to fight the absolute best, and he is actually looking forward to this contest. That is signs to say Cage is a true champion!

Masters: Former champion after tonight Jarred.

Daniels: Who knows, but all I can say is this is going to be a perfect ending to a perfect night, and CZW is well and truly, Re-United.

Suddenly the lights go off as the disturbing music has finished, as has the cage now fully lowered around the ring.

Daniels: Here it is folks, Elimination Chamber, World Title, Re-United We Stand’s MAAAAAAIIIINNN EVENT!

Before the music plays, 20 LA Swat members come from the back dressed in full helmets and suits and line the walkway.

Jarred Daniels: What's all this about?

William Masters: Isn't it obvious Jarred. Cage has sunk to an all new low. He's called all his friends in LA PD and they plan on putting this place in full lockdown so he doesn't have to defend his title.

Jarred Daniels: William, for some odd reason, I doubt that.

"California" by Hollywood Undead hits the PA.

William Masters: What kind of shit is this?

The lights in the arena dim to red and gold strobes as the SWAT Team removes their helmets revealing twenty of the most beautiful California Bronze Bombshells. They throw their shields onto the ramp and rip off their outfits revealing skimpy bathing suits underneath.

William Masters: PUPPIES!!

Jarred Daniels: Well, I didn't realize LA PD was made up of so many beautiful women.

As the ladies begin to dance (sexy dance party style), the ramp begins to lift as a SWAT vehicle rolls out from underneath it. Cage Stryker stands on top of it posing for the crowd dressed in full battle ready uniform.

Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring is…hailing from right here in Hollywood, California, and weighing in at 240 lbs…he is the current CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…High Definition…CAGE STRYYYKKKKERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Cage hops off the vehicle and begins removing his uniform as neon lights start flashing and strobing on the vehicle before bouncing a couple of times. Cage smiles before tossing his shades into the crowd and charges the ring, leaving his battle armor behind. (No, he's not naked, his wrestling attire was underneath). He slides in as a huge display of pyro ignites from the rafters as Cage continues to taunt the crowd. The women get in the SWAT vehicle as it backs out from where it came. Cage steps back into his chamber after handing the ref his belt.

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The opening guitar riff plays, and the crowd goes crazy. As the drums start, pyro starts to go off with increasing intensity, culminating with a huge explosion when the drums climax. Ace makes his way out to the ring and the crowd cheers hard.

Towers: And his opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 205 lbs…The Vegas Volcano…The Gambler…ACE KIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ace walks down casually to the ring, slapping hands with fans lining the ramp. He then slides into the ring. Another pyro explosion happens when he slides into the ring, usually right after the line "Don't Forget The Joker".

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The crowd settle down as they change from being ecstatic to being enraged as ‘Streetcleaner’ by Godflesh begins to play. From the darkness on the stage walks out a figure. The man is Alan Fiscus, as he ruffles his hand through his mop like hair, showing his crazed face, eyes wide open, his teeth gritting together. Alan now signals to Cage that the belt will be his, before heading down the aisle.

Towers: And next to the ring, hailing from Wichita, Kansas, and weighing in at 242 lbs…The Sadistic Solution and One half of Mr. Money in the Bank, the Sadistic Solution…ALAN FISSSCCUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alan reaches the ring as he reluctantly steps inside his pod, while talking trash to Stryker.

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‘Sonne’ by Rammstein plays as Covey walks out hardly caring about posing or anything. His eyes are focused on the cage. He reaches the structure and feels the texture of the steel, and begins to grin psychotically.

Towers: And out to the ring now, hailing from wherever he damn well pleases, and weighs in at 225 lbs, BAD ASS…MATT COVEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The lights go out. TRAPT - HEADSTRONG hits the P.A. very loudly, with only a single white spotlight at the top of the entrance-way. K-Blaze walks out, and throws his arms into an X, as a smatter of red X's in pyro shoot off from each side he's standing.

Towers: And finally, he hails from Detroit, Michigan, and weighs in at 235 lbs…The Aerial Specialist…KRIMZON BLLAAAAAAZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The CombatTron video shows K-Blaze pulling off high-risk moves such as the Shooting Star Leg-Drop on El Pablo during the Tag Team Tandem Match, and hitting the Kode Of Silence on an already busted-up Shawn Waters & AAN, as well as that Moonsault off the ladder onto Mido in the TLC Match. K-Blaze then gets to the ring, and springboards off the ropes and lands on his feet.

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‘In the End’ by Linkin Park now plays as the real deal walks out, Money in the Bank in his hands. The fans react with boos, as Rob incites even more boos by holding up his case. He then runs to the ring being the last man in, Blaze and Rob starting the contest.

Towers: And last, hailing from Springfield Massachusetts, weighing in at 245 lbs, The Real Deal, and one half of Money in the Bank…ROB WRIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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- Alan Fiscus, Matt Covey, Ace King and World Champion Cage Stryker all stand in their separate glass pods, while Krimzon Blaze and Rob Wright warm up in the center of the ring. The fans are now deafening, 99% of them chanting for Krimzon Blaze as the bell sounds, the referee clapping his hands to signal the start of the contest.

**DING DING**

- Rob and KB are slow to start an attack, both men soaking up the atmosphere. Krimzon makes a quick look at the CZW World title sitting by the ring announcer, as Rob Wright takes full advantage, hitting KB with a quick yet powerful forearm strike. Rob follows up with multiple kicks to the ribs of Blaze, now lifts him up and hit’s a knife edge chop, which echoes through the Staples center like a whip cutting through a chunk of meat. Krimzon regains his breath as he makes it towards the corner post, Alan Fiscus looking on at both men with a lick of the lips, wanting desperately to be apart of the match. Rob pulls KB up to his feet as he hit’s a second knife edge chop, then a third-NO, KB ducks the attack and now begins an assault on Rob, pushing out of the corner, KB now grabs Rob in the center of the ring…Fireman’s Carry, both men getting a chance to get their breaths back.

‘GO KRIMZON GO…GO KRIMZON GO…GO KRIMZON GO…’

Masters: Pfft, these sycophants sound like a bunch of sore throated cheerleaders.

Daniels: There just enjoying this contest, like I am doing, sitting at ringside, I guess I’m truly blessed to see such an event while sitting only feet away.

Masters: And only inches away from William Masters, I would say your blessed, Jarred.

- Rob is now back up from the fireman’s carry, locking back up with KB, overpowering him into the corner, this time in the corner of Matt Covey, who by the looks of it, is frustrated about being held captive.

Daniels: Is it just me, or is Matt Covey actually hitting his own forehead into the glass, trying to break free?

Masters: I wouldn’t put it past him, he my be the first man to actually break free from the glass pod, he wants a fight and a fight he will have.

Daniels: The man is insane, and this crowd is also insane, not letting up as they continue there chants for the Aerial Specialist, clearly very popular here tonight.

- KB begins to get pumped up yet again as Rob tries to grab Krimzon into an arm bar, however KB places one foot on the second rope, then proceeds to vault hitting a moonsault, and a strong arm drag on Rob Wright as he flies across the face of the ring. Krimzon now gets up and flies across the ring, hitting a spinning heel kick. Rob though is back up quickly as Krimzon goes for a high kick, Rob though catches his foot, then hit’s a sweep on KB dropping his opponent to the canvas. Rob now stays on KB as he locks in a headlock. The crowd quickly get anxious as is Matt Covey, who is still growling with aggression, and smashing his own head into the glass pod, causing the structure to shake.

Masters: Rob has Krimzon right where he wants him now…

Daniels: And seems to be working well to frustrate the crowd, and also Matt Covey. My God I think Matt is bleeding, he has no care for his own health.

Masters: He uses all his body as a weapon, even his own skull.

- KB is beginning to get a blast of momentum, as the crowd still chant his name. Rob shakes his head looking shocked, as KB gets to his knees, and then his feet, KB now hit an elbow to the ribs, and another, now free Krimzon…DIVES BACKWARDS…AND HIT’S A PELE KICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Monumental athleticism by the Aerial Specialist. And if that didn’t pump the crowd up, I have no idea what will.

Masters: Maybe this…AHHHHHHH!!!!

- KB has now begun to climb the pod of his own stable mate, Ace King. The fans cheer him on, however Rob springs form the ground and follows Krimzon in hot pursuit. Rob now catches him up as both men balance on the top of Ace King’s pod…

Daniels: WATCH OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Yes! Rob counters and Krimzon goes flying…BELLY TO BELLY OFF THE TOP OF THE POD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Madness!

- The fans look on in shock as Krimzon and Rob both roll around looking hurt. Rob is first to make movements towards the opponent, and now drags himself over the top of KB…

Daniels: First pinning attempt here…

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Masters: These maniacs react at the smallest thing.

Daniels: And look at the glass pod of Matt Covey, now cracked, this monster looks dead set on escaping the pod.

- Both men are now back up, however trading blows like boxers after lasting twelve rounds, both feelings the affects of the great fall. Suddenly…

Daniels: MY GOD I WAS RIGHT…AND MATT COVEY HAS ESCAPED FROM HIS POD!!!!!!!

Masters: Watch out, we have a maniac on the loose. Luckily for us, he’s trapped inside the cage, unfortunately for Blaze and Wright, there trapped inside with him!

‘COVEY…COVEY…COVEY…’

- Covey storms free of the glass pod, bleeding badly from his own head, however not a care in his mind. He runs straight into KB running him so hard into the steel wall that the cage tremors. Rob now hits Covey from behind, but Covey doesn’t go down, instead he just stares a hole through Rob, as Rob backs away looking intimidated. Covey then turns his attentions back on Blaze. He picks him up, lifting him up onto his shoulders…BLOWING OUT YOUR BRAINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Blaze is out…Blaze is out!!!!

Daniels: Why Isn’t Covey going for the pin here?! Wait what is he thinking…My God no…

Masters: Is he?! AHHHHHH!!!!

- The fans go silent as Covey picks up a shard of glass from his broken pod, and without hesitation, before slicing the face of Krimzon Blaze. Rob suddenly tries to mount an attack on Covey, only to get speared to the ground, as Matt now slices Rob down the shoulder with a sharp shard of glass. Covey then before to stomp on both men, blood all down his front from not only his opponents, but himself. Covey now begins to laugh furiously, then walks over to the pod of Alan Fiscus, proceeding to…

Daniels: MATT COVEY JUST FLIPPED ALAN FISCUS OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: That has to be a bad mistake from Covey! Then again, he is the dominant force here in the chamber so far, taking it into realms never seen before…

Daniels: Blaze could be permanently disfigured after that attack.

Masters: he may finally know what it’s like to be Jarred Daniels.

- The fans cheer Covey as Alan Fiscus goes mental inside his pod. Covey throws the shard of glass down, now flipping Alan off for the second time. ROB IS UP THOUGH…AND TACKLES COVEY TO THE GROUND, HITTING LEFTS AND RIGHTS. Covey fights him off as both men are back up, Rob swings a right hand, but Covey ducks, now from behind…neck breaker!

Daniels: The countdown has begun folks…

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Daniels: ALAN FISCUS…MY GOD…WATCH OUT COVEY!!!!

Masters: Sweet revenge!

- The fans erupt as Fiscus can hardly wait to crash free from the pod. Fiscus dives inside the ring as Covey stands back up, only to be SPEARED THROUGH THE ROPES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The two men now trade punches, Alan actually tearing his fingers into the busted head of Covey.

Daniels: This fight is brutal, and this rivalry could end in a death sentence if these men have anything to do with it.

Masters: Fiscus-Covey-Fight to the Death…I like it!

Daniels: Meanwhile, Rob seems to be lifting Krimzon up, but I think he is still out of it from before…NO…BLAZE PLAYING POSSUM…ROLLS ROB UP!!!!

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Masters: What in the World happened there, I just blinked and that happened. What a cheesy victory by Blaze.

Daniels: It was a moment of madness by Rob, what was he doing trying to lift Blaze up? And Krimzon shocked everyone there, especially Rob Wright.

Masters: Well one Mr. Money in the Bank has gone, I hope Alan stands a better chance.

Daniels: Shocking, and Rob looks as shocked as anyone, almost actually certain it never happened, however it did, and Rob Wright is eliminated.

ELIMINATED : ROB WRIGHT

- Rob Wright reluctantly leaves the structure, as Krimzon Blaze gives him a rye wink and a smirk. Meanwhile Fiscus and Covey are now attacking each other with shards of glass, while rolling in the scatters surrounding matt’s broken pod. Krimzon rests in the corner, bleeding badly form the vicious assault by Covey, as the fans are still loud chanting his name.

Masters: What is he doing? This is no time to have a rest is it?! You don’t win the World Title like that flame boy!

Daniels: I’m not sure he’s doing such a bad thing William, getting involved in the brawl between Fiscus and Covey is like jumping headfirst into a battle between two Smilodons!

Masters: What the bloody hell Jarred is a Smilodon?!

Daniels: It’s a Sabre Tooth…

Masters: You’re a geek.

- Alan now has the advantage as he gets to his feet, frantically kicking Covey in the ribs as Matt shows signs of blood pouring from his mouth, as well as his face and head. Alan steps backwards as Covey leaps up in another fit of rage…However Alan counters as he hit’s a MONSTROUS RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX…

Daniels: MY GOD COVEY WENT FLYING THROUGH THE GLASS POD OF ROB WRIGHT!!!!!! I THINK HE JUST LANDED ON HIS HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Might knock some sense into the guy, wow Covey is covered in blood and shards and…guts Jarred I THINK I SEE GUTS!

Daniels: And the structure rattled on it’s hinges then, absolutely extraordinary, and Fiscus is now turning his attentions of Blaze. Look at the sick smile by the Sadistic Solution, blood filling his mouth and I THINK HE LIKES THE TASTE DAMMIT!

CZW CZW CZW CZW CZW CZW CZW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Blaze begins to stand up from the corner, however he is so badly beaten up, his legs begin to shake. Krimzon runs from the corner though with so much heart, however Fiscus remains solid as he clotheslines KB back down heavily to the canvas. Alan now picks KB up by the bandana, gritting his teeth like he is loving every second of it. Fiscus then grabs KB and hit’s a Samoan Drop. Krimzon rolls around the ring holding his ribs. Alan stands back up as the fans boo heavily, Alan only teasing them more as he smiles at them, then flips them off. Alan now goes back to Blaze who begins to fight back, hitting forarm shots to the mid section of Fiscus while he tries to power off his knees. Krimzon gets back up, then runs to the ropes, bouncing off at high speeds…BIG BOOT…NO, Krimzon ducks as he bounces off the opposite side, now coming flying back at Fiscus…

Daniels: Where does he get his energy from?! OHHHHH!!!

Masters: That will drain anyone’s energy, Blaze was flattened like a beetle there!

- The fans go almost silent as Fiscus hit a devastating STO as Blaze ran straight into it. As Fiscus gets back to his feet, he looks at Ace and Cage, who seem to be seething inside their pods, looking on as one of their friends are destroyed by the Sadistic Solution. Alan grabs the eyelids of Krimzon, dragging him by the skin as Blaze screams out loud, the fans not making a sound, almost a pin drop can be heard. Alan now drags him al the way into the corner of where Covey broke free, glass shards scattering the floor.

Masters: I believe Fiscus has something sick in his mind, planning to end Blaze once and for all.

Daniels: It’s a dangerous area where the glass sea covers the ring. The referee should stop this.

Masters: Are you mad, were just getting started!

- Fiscus relishes the fright that the fans are showing, as Blaze has no fight left. Alan now places Blaze’s face over a mountain of broken shards. Fiscus licks his lips as the fans begin to plead with Alan not to continue…however the demonized Fiscus has one thing in mind…

Masters: Bloody hell Jarred, he is planning a CURB STOMP…INTO THE SHARDS OF GLASS!!!

Daniels: We heed to stop this now, Alan has took this too far.

- All of a sudden the lights begin to flash on the pods, as the countdown begins again. Fiscus looks up, but it seems too late for Blaze. Finally the light stops on Cage Stryker, the CZW World Champion, as he rushes from his pod to help K-Blaze. The fans cheer him on, however he is too late as Fiscus drops his foot, crushing the face of Blaze into the mat, and into the shards of glass.

Daniels: WHAT A SICK AND TWISTED INDIVIDUAL.

Masters: BLAZE IS GOING TO NEED SURGERY AFTER THAT ONE!

Daniels: And Cage is now fighting Fiscus away from a beaten and battered Blaze, however it may be too late for him. Cage is on fire though as the fans give mixed reactions, Alan is looking like a pinball at the moment.

- Cage has Fiscus reeling as he now whips him into the corner post. Cage makes a run up and comes flying into Fiscus…Bronco Buster!!!

Masters: Not seen that for a while.

Daniels: Cage is ready to try out anything here, he wants to prove he IS the best CZW has to offer.

- Cage stands back up as Fiscus follows him, only to be caught with a Spine buster. Cage now walks over towards Blaze to check if he is okay, Krimzon actually nodding his head.

Masters: What is this? Do these guys not care about the World Title? Is their fake friendship more important.

Daniels: It’s called sportsmanship, Jarred, no one should have to go through that, what Blaze went through.

- Covey is now just about back on his feet, as Cage now goes back to Fiscus, picking him up and chopping his chest with Knife edge chops, Fiscus looking like a naughty school boy, as Cage punishes him. Cage now lifts him up…Fallaway Slam…

INTO MATT COVEY!!!!

Daniels: I love it! Cage throwing Fiscus into his rival.

Masters: That’s called killing two maniacs with one stone.

Daniels: And Cage is really turning it up for this match and this crowd…IN HIS HOMETOWN!!!

Masters: This is Hollywood…a place where drama queens like you Jarred can make a living.

Daniels: Well Cage is no drama queen, however this contest has seen it’s fair share of drama in the space of 15 minutes.

- Cage picks up Covey who pokes the Champion in the eye, as Fiscus is now back up hitting a low blow on the Champ, taking him down. Fiscus and Covey now begin a beat down on Stryker, stomping him into the canvas.

Masters: Two men who hate each other here, however the hatred they share for the World Champion could make these men actually get along, just enough to seriously hurt Cage.

Daniels: NO…AMAZING…BLAZE IS BACK UP!!!!

- The fans erupt as Blaze now hit’s a dropkick on Covey, then an arm drag on Fiscus, and another, Fiscus is back up as Krimzon scales the top rope…

Daniels: Moonsault off the top rope…NO…NO…NO!!!!!!!

Masters: Amazing…deadly…

- The fans are once again speechless as Fiscus managed to counter Blaze’s Moonsault and hit an INVERTED POWERBOMB on the way down. Fiscus covers…

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Daniels: AMAZING…BLAZE ACTUALLY GOT A SHOULDER UP!!!

Masters: I thought it was three, no way could Blaze kick out of that.

Daniels: He has, the fans are stunned, so are we, Blaze is one tough cookie, William.

Masters: And I thin it has only helped to enrage Fiscus even more, Jarred.

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- Covey is now back up as he kicks Blaze in the face knocking him off Fiscus. Cage now comes behind Covey and goes for a German Suplex, Covey is too strong though as he counters, grabs the arm of Cage and twists it around, then drops it down on his own knee, cracking the elbow. Fiscus then dives in with a spear and mounted punches, hitting Cage from left and right. Blaze is back up again checking to see if he has any teeth left. Covey swings a right hand but Blaze dicks, kicks Covey in the gut…Twist of Fate…

NO…COVEY COUNTERS…

VERTEBREAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Daniels: The fans are going through a roller coaster of emotions here tonight with Blaze and their hometown hero, Cage Stryker-SPEAKING OF WHICH WHERE DID HE COME FROM…NOW HAVING MOUNTED THE TOP ROPE…

Masters: He’s too fat for this!

Daniels: Fat?! ANYWAY…CAGE FLIES…ALAN…MATT…AND BLAZE ALL GET CRUSHED AS CAGE HIT’S A SUICIDE DIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CAGE…CAGE…CAGE…CAGE…

- All four men are getting back to their feet, looking shaky, as suddenly…

THE ARENA EXPLODES WITH CHANTS OF ACE KING…

Masters: Ahhhh the last contender, he is being released…

Daniels: And this place has just been shaken with screams of delight…Ace King, could this be his final match EVER in the Combat Zone?!

Masters: by the sound of these fans, I damn sure think so.

ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…

HE IS RELEASED…THE GAMBLER IS FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: The atmosphere here is electric, and so is Ace, My God he springs form his cage and straight away knocks Covey down with a diving head butt. Alan is up now as he locks up with Ace. Ace now twists the arm of Alan around, now locking Alan up form behind, German Suplex! Wait that is not it, he hits another…is he going for a third, the fans hope so…AND YES! MY GOD A RELEASE GERMAN AND ALAN GOES FLYING THROUGHT HE ROPES!

Masters: Has Ace took a bottle of steroids before this contest, he is a beast.

- Ace now turns back on Covey who grabs Ace by the head, trying to press his thumbs into the eyes of the Gambler. Ace knees Matt in the gut, then hits an European Uppercut. Cage is up now as Ace throws him into the corner…Knife edge chop…

WOOOOO

And another…

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And a third…

WOOOOOOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

- Ace now turns back on Covey who almost falls into the clutches of the Gambler…SINNERS AFFLICTION!!!!

Daniels: Ace could possibly clear these guys out on his own! Remarkable, and this man who has talked about retiring is looking as young as ever!

Masters: And Ace doesn’t go for a cover, maybe his brain has been damaged over the past few years…

Daniels: Ace now turning back on Cage…HIGH ROLLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Who is going to stop this animal?!

- The fans are acting like wild animals escaped from a zoo. Ace turns around as the fans go silent, Krimzon Blaze and Ace King going face to face.

Daniels: These two men have so much respect for each other, and now they meet again, battling for what Blaze craves so badly, and what Ace used to crave.

Masters: Ace should step down then, let young guys make their way up…

Daniels: That is what he is doing. And I believe Ace to be one of the greatest figureheads we have ever had in CZW, I have so much respect for him.

- Ace turns around as he claps to the fans for this partnership…HOWEVER BLAZE QUICKLY ROLLS ACE UP!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Respect? Team mates?!

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Daniels: I can’t believe it. Ace King…Krimzon Blaze…I think we have just seen the last of the Gambler.

Masters: And who better to retire him than his own buddy, Blazey boy, Hahaha Hahaha!

Daniels: Well I hope these two are still friends. Ace is in shock as are these fans. it’s just not settled in, but Blaze has eliminated him.

ELIMINATION: ACE KING

Daniels: Well the passing of the torch is complete, Ace King is retired, and Krimzon Blaze may possibly be the next World Champ. These fans are all making a standing ovation, and now a Mexican Wave for the Gambler, scenes never seen before, and I can’t help it folks, I have a tear in my eye.

Masters: Pussy.

- Blaze and Ace share a hug as the fans love the moment. Ace King leaves the structure, waving his last goodbyes, the whole arena stood still…UNTIL…

Masters: Yes, the whole arena may have stood still, however one man continued, and this one man wants that World Title.

Daniels: That was a cheap shot, hitting Blaze form behind. Now Alan lifts him up…could this be it?!

Masters: OVERTHROW!!!! AND HITS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Daniels: No kicking out of that. And we thought it may be the passing of the flame. Fiscus just put that flame out with his icy cold ways.

Masters: Never take your eyes of Fiscus, he is a rattlesnake!

Daniels: And these fans are literally in shock, some tears, Krimzon Blaze has been eliminated.

ELIMINATED: KRIMZON BLAZE

Masters: All of a sudden we have three men left in this contest. Current World Champion Cage Stryker, Bad Ass Matt Covey…

Daniels: And the man of the moment, Alan Fiscus, look how pleased he is with himself. Now mocking Blaze as he flips him off during his departure, damn right sick!

Masters: Three men left, and my pick is still there.

- Alan is still on top of the World after eliminating the fans favorite. Cage begins to walk over to Fiscus, looking to trade a few words. Fiscus suddenly pulls out a shard of glass from a pocket he must have had, the fans desperately trying to warn Cage, however Fiscus stabs it deep into the right arm of Cage, and slices it down, causing blood to ooze out and dip to the canvas. Fiscus now takes advantage as he grabs Cage in a headlock, Cage battles out though as Fiscus is left standing in the middle of the ring, Cage now runs off, bounces off the ropes and sets Fiscus up…OH COVEY CAME OUT OF NO WHERE…BIG BOOT!!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Covey now looks at Alan, and even though the two hate each other, seem to be on the same page, both wanting to cause as much damage to the Champ as possible. Covey grabs Cage’s arms as he locks him up, Alan now with a free shot, instead of hitting him, kicks him square in the groin. Covey then follows up with a reverse DDT! Alan now mounts Cage who doesn’t know which part of his body to try and defend. Covey begins to bite the head of Cage, blood appearing from the crown. Covey now pushes Alan off as he now mounts Cage, choking the life out of him. The fans begin to chant for Cage now as they notice Alan winding up an attack on Covey, running in…Covey sees him though as he grabs Fiscus…BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS…

NO…FISCUS NOW COUNTERS FROM BEHIND…THE RIOT ACT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Fiscus covers…

Masters: I know Covey is tough, but tough enough to kick out the Riot Act?!

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- Alan now locks in a grounded Crossface Chickenwing as Cage begins to struggle, panicking in pain. Meanwhile Covey seems to be getting back to his feet. Covey begins to go insane as he tries to escape from the structure, the referee telling him he cannot get out. Suddenly Covey throws the referee to the side and begins to tackle the cage mesh.

Masters: I think one too many knocks to the skull has caused this…

Daniels: And while Covey is going insane, Alan has Cage locked up where he wants him.

Masters: And I think the referee is leaving Covey to it, which means he is now looking on the situation with Cage.

- The fans cheer for Cage to escape as he reaches his knees, looking stronger and more powerful than Fiscus. Cage is now almost on his feet as Covey quickly marches up, grabs Alan’s hair and throws him head first into the mesh, looking upset when it doesn’t break. Covey now walks back and grabs Cage, however Cage counters with a kick to the gut…lifts him up…

STRYKER DRIVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Well who knows what was going through the mind of Covey, however Stryker took complete advantage…

Masters: Time for Matt to go back and get some help, mental help.

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Daniels: HE’S OUT!!! Two left!

Masters: I could have predicted this. I did predict it, and I predict Alan to come out on top.

Daniels: Well Covey is being taken out of the cage, he doesn’t seem to know where he is, not that he did before hand anyway.

ELIMINATED: MATT COVEY

- The fans cheers are soon drowned out with boos as Fiscus tackles Cage down to the ground.

Masters: The loose cannon Fiscus can almost taste it now, his first shot at Gold remarkably, and he’s ready to put his life on the line.

Daniels: More likely putting Cage’s life on the line here, now choking the breath out of him. The referee is having to poll Fiscus off, Cage is turning blue for God’s sake. Fiscus now back up as he has a word with the ref. Cage back up but Fiscus gets a knee to the ribcage, then throws him head first into the cage, Stryker now showing signs of bleeding just above his right eye.

Masters: This whole ring is covered with blood, and I think it’s five kinds of blood too.

- Alan now grates the head of Cage on the steel mesh, the sharp tiny bars cutting the skin free from his forehead. Fiscus lets go, as the referee has more words with him.

Masters: This idiot should let Fiscus do his damn job, this is no holds barred you bloody rhinoceros.

- Fiscus now lifts Cage back up as he whips him to the ropes, Cage holds on not bouncing back as Fiscus goes after him Cage intelligently pulling the top rope down as Fiscus sprawls out onto the concrete on the outside. Cage now rolls under the rope, wiping the blood away form his eyes. Cage lifts Alan up now as he lifts him up, Atomic drop…NO…Cage now throwing Alan into the steel frame, another large vibration. The fans begin to chant for Cage as he gets the upper hand. Cage now lifts Fiscus up as he tries to go for a low blow again on Cage, but this time he is too wise, Cage now dropping Fiscus down with a DDT ONTO THE CONCRETE!

Masters: I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

Daniels: I’m not sure how much more THESE GUYS can take, there giving it there all. And there making this main event into something special.

Masters: I do that myself Jarred, you just come along for the ride.

Daniels: Cage going for a cover…but did he leave it too long?!

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NO…Kickout!

Masters: Phew, I nearly soiled myself!

Daniels: Nearly? There is a strong smell over here.

- Alan rolls over as he uses the mesh to help him up, Cage now rolling back into the ring. Alan stumbles over as Cage jumps up, and grabs Alan’s head, thrusting it down on the top rope, choking Fiscus. Alan falls back down on the concrete. Cage now is planning something as Fiscus gets back to his feet, Cage has already set off, running at pace bouncing off the ropes, now running towards Alan on the outside…SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES…

BUT MISSES AS HE GOES HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE…

AND ALAN COVERS…

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Daniels: Cage’s head now looks like a split watermelon, Alan already noticing it. Alan now biting his head, this man is not human.

Masters: He’s human, he just must be hungry.

- Alan now lifts Cage up with venom as he throws him into the cage again, and again, and again, Styker now looking dazed. Alan now throws him back into the ring as he follows. Alan kicks Cage in the ribs as he rolls over. Then a second time. Alan now lifts Cage up…Fisherman’s Suplex, but doesn’t get the pin. Fiscus gets up again now in complete control. Fiscus lifts Cage back up, the fans beginning to go quiet again, sensing the end of the contest. Fiscus points at the World Title, then stares deep into Cage’s eyes before winking…

Daniels: Are we seeing the end of the High Definition’s reign here tonight…

Masters: After this…I would say yes…MY GOD IT’S THE RIOT PLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: AHHHHH we have a new champion.

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Masters: Yes! I knew it!

Daniels: Wait, Cage got the shoulder up…IT WAS ONLY A TWO COUNT! MY GOD THAT WAS CLOSE!

Masters: That referee was slow counting, it seemed like a lifetime.

- The fans are relieved as Alan now stands up, and begins to shake the cage in fury.

Masters: The riot has been unleashed now, Jarred.

- Alan walks back over to Cage who can hardly blink he is so out of it. Alan lifts his limp body back up, the fans booing as Fiscus leans him up, looking around the arena, sniffing the air, as he is moments away form being World Champion…A SECOND RIOT PLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: If the first wasn’t enough, surely this is it now! Cage can’t have anything left…

Masters: He looks dead Jarred, if he kicks out of this, it’s clearly just the body spasm after death!

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Daniels: This time it’s really over…

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NO…MY GOD…MY GOD…CAGE STRYKER KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: This can’t be happening, the referee must be paid by the champ.

Daniels: I assure you it’s real life. However, Alan may be harder to convince.

- Alan now stands up in a fit of rage and grabs the referee by the collar, desperate to attack him. From behind though is Cage Stryker, though in a pool of his own blood, has found one last bit of energy to mount an attack on an un-suspecting Fiscus…

Daniels: HE’S UP…HE’S UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: it’s a zombie, folks!

Daniels: AMAZING…CAGE HITS AN IMPLANT DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS FINISHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CAN HE GET AN ARM OVER THE BODY OF FISCUS?!

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*ding ding ding*

Daniels: STILL CZW CHAMPION…REMARKABLE!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Travesty.

Daniels: What do you mean, this man put his heart and soul into that match, and he can hardly stand, but he is a great World Champion, the critics have been silenced tonight!

Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THE WINNER OF THE CHAMBER AND STILL CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…CAGE STRY……..

Daniels: Wait…what the hell is this?! Surely not!!!!

Masters: OF COURSE…FISCUS HAS MONEY IN THE BANK…

Daniels: Not now, not like this, not this way!

Masters: FISCUS HAS THE CASE…YES! FISCUS IS GOING OT BE THE WORLD CHAMP AFTER ALL!!!!!!

- The fans quit there frantic cheers as Fiscus is up, blood pouring down his face, and his chest. Cage is holding the Title high in the air like Rocky Balboa, one eyes completely closed. All of a sudden…

*CRASH*

Masters: Fiscus smashes the briefcase over the head of Stryker…and what is this…

Daniels: I can’t believe this…MY GOD THE OVERTHROW ON TOP OF THE METAL CASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Cage has been dismembered!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: And the referee is forced to count…Money in the Bank, well you clever, clever weasel.

Masters: Weasel? This man is a predator!

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Daniels: DAMMIT CAGE HAD NO CHANCE!

Masters: I forgot about he case, Jarred, you forgot, the whole World forgot, except Fiscus, what a dastardly plot.

Daniels: And you have to feel sorry for Cage, having kicked out everything Fiscus could dish, Cage just had nothing left when it came to cashing in Money in the Bank.

Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….THE NEWWWWWWWW CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…ALAAAAAAAN FIIIISSCCCCUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Well what a night it has been, what a comeback for CZW, it’s probably the most historic night in the company so far, and Fiscus closes it out holding up the World Heavyweight Title, congratulations.

Masters: I can’t wait for the next show, CZW is going stronger than ever, Jarred.

Daniels: Your damn right, answers, revelations, and all new Ultraviolence in two weeks time folks, until then, good night!

The show closes out with fireworks, and Fiscus sitting on top of the structure, World Title in his grasp.

CZW President Jesse Montana