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 Combat Zone Wrestling presents ROAD TO GLORY II Theme Song: "Clown" by KoRn
live on PAY-PER-VIEW from
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-=- IRON MAN MATCH -=- ###
-=- LAST MAN STANDING MATCH -=- ###
-=- HELL IN A CELL MATCH -=- ###
-=- X-DIVISION TITLE MATCH -=- ###
-=- SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH -=- ###
-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=- ###
-=- OPENING 'DARK' MATCH -=- -=-=-=-=-=-=- * cZw! * ****************************************************************
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-=- OPENING 'DARK' MATCH -=-
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Black and Razor locked up, and went through a series of high impact chain wrestling. The crowd got into the match up, and both men showed what they could do. Black took control first, throwing Razor out of the ring and nailing a plancha. After a few more moments on the outside, Black threw Razor back in the ring. Razor took control and nailed Black with a swift brainbuster. Only a 2 count. Razor picked Black up and hit a series of Buzzsaw kicks, before climbing to the top rope. He leapt for a 450 splash, but Black moved out of the way. Black took control and nailed Razor with a Facebuster.
As both men went back and forth, another new face walked down to the aisle. No one had seen this man before. On the back of his black shirt, it read "BLADE," making people think he was friends with Razor for obvious reasons. Razor took back control with a stiff reverse DDT. The man at ringside cheered Razor along, as the crowd booed him. The match went a few more minutes, until Black surprised Razor completely and nailed the Crystal Method.
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Jason Black won the match, but the other man immediately entered the ring and both began double-teaming Black. The crowd booed until Mark Black came running from the back, which sparked a good sized pop. Razor and Blade hightail it out of the ring, as Mark checks on Jason. "Toxic" by Crazytown played over the PA as the Blacks left the ring.
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CZW ROAD TO GLORY 2 begins as we see highlights of the several other previous Pay Per Views, many monumental stunts and moments from the past and present superstars of CZW. The scene then cuts into the sold out Quest Center in Omaha Nebraska, the thousands of fans stretching along the vast arena. The camera then focuses on the R2G2 sign, and then the Tower of Power cage suspended above the ring. The cameras then scroll around as fireworks begin to blast off. After the tour of the arena, they finally rest on CZW commentators, Jarred Daniels and William Masters.
Daniels: Hello and welcome to Road to Glory 2, possibly the biggest event we have ever seen here at CZW. If you look up folks, there it is, the hellacious structure that will separate the men from the boys, and will grant a wish to one, a wish that with make one of them a World Champion. Or could Collum defeat all odds and retain against seven hungry contenders?
Masters: The question is, who will survive this contraption. Only one man can be successful. Of course we have plenty more too, we have the X Title on the line.
Daniels: Yeah, we also have end of a feud, possibly the feud of the year, Marsham and Ross, one man will be left standing.
Masters: Another feud could come to and end here, Buck and Nasty.
Daniels; We have Montana and O’Toole, two former friends, now rivals, 60 minutes Iron Man match.
Masters: Damn Maynard and the Board of Directors.
Daniels: Speaking of that, I believe we will start with Montana again, and could it be another note form the Board of CZW?!
Masters: Great to see Jesse Montana. Bad to see another note.
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The cameras show the office door of CZW General Manager Jesse Montana as it begins to open. Inside we see Montana nervously typing some piece of work up, his teeth chattering, sweat dripping down his face. Jesse Montana looks up and sees the cameraman, as he orders him to sit down, just by pointing at the chair and sighing as though irritation is sketched through his face. Montana eventually finishes his work and closes his laptop, now turning his complete focus on the cameraman who nervously sits waiting.
‘So you’re here again are you? Every time I try and relax, your there, I am getting sick of this.’
The man sits there silent, now beginning to twitch slightly with nervous tendencies. Montana sits forward on his comfy leather recliner.
‘Well? What do you have to say for yourself?’
The man stay silent, words flooding his mind but as he tries to talk, it stutters so badly he can’t even begin a sentence. Montana slams his first on the desk as he stands up now, glaring towards the young man.
‘I suppose you have another one of those ridiculous letters from the BoD have you. Those sorry bastards should leave me alone and let me do my job. So, let me have it then? Well? HAVE YOU GOT IT OR NOT?!
Suddenly the door opens again as a voice quickly is heard in the doorway, now making Montana swich his attentions.
‘Actually, Jesse, I have it this time.’
In the doorway is the CZW Chairman Brian Damage. He stands with a white suit on, and a golden tie, to go along with his whitey golden hair. Brian smiles at Jesse noticing the anger his employees face. Montana steps around his desk as Brian walks up closer towards him. The cameraman now adjusts as he shows the confrontation.
‘Oh yeah I should have guessed, what better person to bring me bad news this week than the boss himself. Wrote this one yourself have you?’
Brian chuckles to himself, as Jesse stands trying to look intimidating. Brian though just looks up at him as he moves even closer, now speaking with a bit of grit in his voice.
‘Just handing you the message Montana. And I hope for your sake, you abide by these rules.’
Montana doesn’t back down as the two men stare with hatred at each other.
‘Is that a threat…Brian?’
‘It’s Mr. Damage to you. And I don’t need to threaten you Montana, I am your boss, you follow what I say.’
Jesse now steps away as he looks at the cameraman almost smiling, loving the confrontation. Montana now growls a little as he snatches the letters off the hands of Brian Damage. The CZW Chairman now steps closer.
‘I hope you read it carefully and if you follow these steps, you will be fine, I won’t have to threaten you then.’
‘So which scumbag on the BoD is doing this anyway? Your Father perhaps?’
‘We all know the position my father is in, and after your bulldog broke into our house, he hasn’t been exactly getting much better.’
Jesse smiles as Brian gets right into the face of Montana.
‘I wouldn’t be smiling though, he will be punished for what he did. Now read up, Montana.’
Brian walks away leaving Jesse Montana breathing heavily with rage. He now begins to rip open the envelope as once again, rules from the Board of Directors for Jesse Montana is wrote down on the letter. The cameraman gets closer as we get a glimpse.
1. After watching last week match with Ace King and Jackal against Chris Ross and Justin Marsham. We believe that Jackal should be punished for his actions in that match. He walked away from the match which we here at the board DO NOT stand for. The Jackal has been brought up a lot in our meetings for all his actions for some months now. We as the board have made a decision right now. If Jackal does happen to win the Tower of Power match tonight. Next week on the show he will have to face someone of our choosing from the Tower of Power match with the World Title on the line. There no way he would learn who the person is until that night of the show. This will only happen if he wins the match.
2. Jesse, as the GM of the show. We would like for you to deliver a message to all the women valets of the company. We are still talking about having women’s matches here and there on the card. If they would like a match, they will need to come in contact with us. If we learn that you DID NOT give this offer out to valets, we will still stick to what we mention last week. You will face punishment and what kind of punishment? That will be for us to know.
3. We also have learn that you are trying to figure out who our new member of the board is. The person will let you know whom they are when they FEEL like is the right time could be. We are telling you right now if we hear your trying to learn who the new member of the board is one more time, we will remove you as GM for a month and will hand things over to someone we believe can do a better job and control things. So DO NOT try to push the board into doing this. Mr. Montana you already have a lot of other things against you and I believe you do not want to lose the one job you believe you are the best at.
Jesse Montana now looks around, same reaction as before as he this time runs at the cameraman, kicking him up the ass as he flies through the doorway and crashes into the wall. The scene fades.
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Daniels: Road to Glory is here ladies and gentlemen and we are going to start it off with a tag team match as Youthful Aggression is getting ready for tag team action.
Masters: Won’t be easy Daniels. Youthful Aggression is going to be going up against Matthew Jones and a man I admire because he’s rich K.C. Kash.
Daniels: Let’s go to Jessica for the introductions.
Priceless begins to play as K.C. Kash and Matthew Jones are on the stage as they make there way down to the ramp to a chorus of boos.
Jessica: First off making there way to the ring. They are the team of Matthew Jones and K.C. Kash.
The two man are in the ring as We Die Young starts blaring through and the fans erupt as BK and Mike King are on the stage taunting for the audience as they starts making there way to the ring.
Jessica: And, there opponent they are the team of Badd Company Mike King and The Reaper Brian Kirkland Youthful Aggression.
Daniels: Youthful Aggression is in the ring taunting for the fans and they love these guys it’s deafening in here.
Masters: True enough, however these fans aren’t going to help them as it looks like KC. Kash and Mike King are starting off this match. A tie up is made as K.C. Kash delivers a swift kick to the gut of Mike King. K.C. Kash then bounces off the rope and drops Mike King with a close line to get out to the quick start.
Daniels: Mike King is quickly to his feet as he starts running towards K.C. Kash who hits Mike with a quick power slam. K.C. Kash is up as he taunts to the crowd as Mike King is finally back to his feet. K.C. Kash turns around and right into a lariat from Mike. K.C. Kash quickly recovers only to be knocked down again by a Yakuza Kick from Badd Company as K.C. Kash crawls to his corner and makes the tag.
Masters: Smart move by K.C. makes the tag gets the fresher of the two in as Matthew Jones enters the ring and starts charging at Mike King only to be dropped with another Badd Company Lariat. Mike King then gets Matt Jones in a head lock as he goes over and makes the tag. BK is in as Mike King lets go of Matthew Jones and hit’s a spinning sole kick. Matthew Jones then stumbles into a super kick from Brian Kirkland and then he is hit with a double enzugiri from Youthful Aggression.
Daniels: The Referee finally gets Mike out of the ring as Brian has a cover 1..2...no Matthew Jones gets the shoulder up. Brian Kirkland lifts Matthew Jones to his feet as he whips him to a neutral corner. K.C. Kash is getting the attention of the ref as BK charges and is met with a poke to the eye from Matthew Jones. Matthew Jones then nearly takes off the head of Brian Kirkland with a vicious close line as the tag is made to K.C. Kash.
Masters: Here we go Daniels K.C. Kash is finally going to get his hands on Brian Kirkland. K.C. Kash now toying with Brian Kirkland just begging him to get up as Kirkland finally gets to his feet and is launched by an overhead belly to belly suplex from K.C. Kash as Kirkland comes crashing to the mat. I love it. Kash now picking Kirkland to his feet as he goes and tags in Matthew Jones as the two hit a double suplex. Matthew Jones with a cover 1..2..no!
Daniels: BK gets the shoulder up as Matthew Jones has a headlock in on BK as BK is in a bad state. Another quick tag between K.C. Kash and Jones as Kash is in the ring and grabs BK and hits him with a double arm DDT. BK is in desperate need of a tag.
Masters: However, that is not going to happen as K.C. Kash and Matthew Jones are in clear control of this match as K.C. Kash appears to be going for Bankruptcy but BK is fighting his way out of it. BK throwing elbows and punches to the head of K.C. Kash as K.C. finally drops BK. BK is on his feet as he Kash turns right into some green mist from BK. He blinded Kash that isn’t fair.
Daniels: It’s CZW Masters there are no rules.
Masters: YOU KNOW NOTHING! SHUT UP!
Daniels: Well while you were busy being a whiny bitch BK just dropped Kash with a super kick as both men are down.
Masters: BK is making his way to his partner as KC is trying to do the same but can’t because he’s still blinded. Wait, Matthew Jones just rushed the and hit Mike King off of the apron. Matthew Jones did a good thing.
Daniels: Apparently not good enough as Mike King trips up Jones and drags him out of the ring. Mike King and Matthew Jones are face to face out side of the ring as Jones pushes King. King then retaliates with a push of his own as he pushes Jones right into Kirkland who was waiting on the outside and hit’s the Aneurysm on Jones on the outside of the ring I think he just killed Jones.
Masters: Now both men are in the ring as K.C. Kash is still blinded and can’t see as BK kicks Kash in the gut and lifts him up in a power bomb. Mike King then jumps up and hit’s a back stabber as BK is power bombing KC They just hit a Space Mountain Bomb and now BK is going for the cover 1...2...3! It’s all over.
Jessica: Here are your winners Youthful Aggression.
Daniels: They have done it BK not only pins his rival but Youthful Aggression pick up the tag team victory.
Masters: Yes, it’s just to bad Brian Kirkland had to cheat to beat his rival.
Daniels: What some call cheating others just call excellent strategy as Youthful Aggression pick up the win to kick off Road to Glory.
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"This is Ryan Lewis and I have too very special guests with me tonight at Road to Glory, two men who are not scheduled tonight and weren't even contracted with CZW until this past Thursday. One will be making his debut here in Combat Zone and one making his return. May I present to you, The Working Man J. A. Sawyer and his new partner!"
Ryan steps aside and Sawyer walks into the shot. He's changed. He has lost some of the extra weight in the middle and thighs (though some still remains) but his arms and shoulders are thicker and stronger. With him is a huge Asian man standing nearly a foot taller than Sawyer and with a similar build, although with the extra height comes with extra weight. While Sawyer does not have anything on his face, the big man has two black streaks of face paint starting around his eyes and striking around the back of his bald head.
Sawyer: "Ryan, its good to see you again. Ladies and gentlemen watching at home and in this arena, I have to announce a change. You see, I'm no longer going by the name The Working Man. While I still hold true to my roots, I'm just not feeling it anymore. Instead, I'm going by something a little crazier, a little nonsensical...something that feels right. Tonight you aren't looking at The Working Man, you are looking at Godzilla Sawyer, The American Kaiju. My partner here goes by the name Kaneda Kong and comes all the way from Osaka, Japan. At 6' 9" tall and 380 lbs, he's one of the biggest men to grace a wrestling ring there. Together we are The Kaiju Warriors, the newest and possibly the biggest team on the block."
Ryan: "The Kaiju Warriors. What does that mean? It is a strange name for a wrestling tag team."
Kong in a calm, deep voice: "I disagree, Mr. Lewis. Throughout wrestling history there have been many teams with unusual names, and some of those teams achieved great victories. The name attracts attention, but it is the skill that determines the outcome."
Sawyer: "Kaiju basically means 'Japanese Giant Monster', usually about movie monsters. If I'm Godzilla and my partner is Kong, the name fits perfectly. We're a couple of monsters unleashed upon Combat Zone, and the place is going to explode!"
Ryan: "How do you men feel about the tag team scene in CZW?"
Sawyer: "Well, Kaneda hasn't had time to really check out all the teams here but I've been paying attention. Right now, there are probably more official tag teams in the company than any other time: new teams, experienced teams, and everything in between. All that does is gets me salivating. Being a good team with no real competition means nothing. If we rise to the top against teams like this, we will really have proved something that few teams ever even get a chance to."
Ryan: "So you will be concentrating on tag teams?"
Kaneda: "Contractual obligations in my homeland will not permit me to be here every week. Sometimes, Sawyer will be here by himself."
Sawyer: "That's right. If I can make my way up the singles ladder as well, that's just fine with me. I've had a hard time in the past making CZW my home. Don't know if its my attitude or what, but if the Working Man couldn't make it here, maybe Godzilla and The Kaiju Warriors can. Either way, its going to be a kick to try! For CZW, it will be like a nuke exploded all over the arena! AARRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!"
Ryan jumped as Sawyer roars. Wide-eyed, he stammers, "Back to you, Jarred."
-=- SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
Jessica Towers: The following is a SIX-MAN TAG TEAM MATCH, scheduled FOR one-fall!
Jarred Daniels: Well, there have certainly been some heated confrontations between the participants in this match as of late, mainly stemming from the kidnapping of both Tatum Regan and Lauren Caramazzi by The Next Generation-
William Masters: LISTEN TO YOURSELF!!! YOU’RE A LYING FOOL, THEY VOLUNTARILY WENT WITH THEM, BECAUSE THEY WERE SICK AND TIRED OF BEING AROUND BEAUTIFUL AGONY, WHOSE MOTTO THESE DAYS SEEMS TO BE f**k MY LIFE.
Jarred Daniels: Are you out of your mind? That has to be the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard since Dick In A Box.
William Masters: Oh, but that’s only because you’ve never had that particular experience.
Jarred appears as though he wants to respond, but he is cut off by the opening notes of “In The End”, which has the Omaha crowd booing loudly already. White and yellow strobe lights pulsate through the arena, and after a few seconds, they focus on the entrance ramp, where Rob Wright, Tim Timmons, and Psyko Steve eventually emerge, soaking in all of the boos as they strut down to the ring.
Jarred Daniels: Just look at these three, William, absolutely no remorse for what they’ve done, just sickening.
William Masters: They’re proud of bagging those two ladies, and they damn well should be. Believe me when I say…
Jarred Daniels: When you say what, that they’re happy about what they’ve done?
William Masters: No, silly. Believe me when I say… I f**kED A MERMAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!
Jarred can only shake his head as William continues to laugh at his own horrible joke. The bell rings, and Jessica has the introductions.
Jessica Towers: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 738 pounds… “Canada’s Finest” Tim Timmons, “The Pinnacle Of Perfection” Rob Wright, and Psyko Steve… They are THE NEXT GENERATION!
The crowd showers them with even stronger boos as they saunter down to the ring.
Jarred Daniels: Wait a minute, I just realized something… Why are they playing Rob Wright’s music instead of Tim’s for their entrance? I thought Timmons was the leader of this group.
William Masters: Oh, he still is. It’s just that the whole dynamic of a tag team match wouldn’t really have worked if they had used “I Stand Alone”, because that... Well… It doesn’t really encourage “teaming”.
Jarred Daniels: Jesus William, you might actually be making sense here.
William Masters: It’s about time you came around, poindexter.
Jarred can only shake his head once more as The Next Generation enters the ring from three different sides, and they almost immediately begin to strategize within the ring. They continue to do so until the opening of “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” begins to play. The crowd is exploding with cheers now, as Mike Monroe, Jacob Havok, and Brian Blaze walk out to the entrance ramp in the midst of red and green fireworks exploding around them, looks of unadulterated rage on their faces. The bell rings again, and Jessica is present to complete the introductions.
Jessica Towers: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 593 pounds… “The American Nightmare” Mike Monroe, “The Emo Prince” Jacob Havok, and “Mr. Entertainment” Brian Blaze… They are BEAUTIFUL AGONY!!!
The three Beautiful Agony members stand atop the entrance ramp for a moment, nod to each other, and then all three of them rush the ring at full force, sliding in underneath the bottom rope and chasing The Next Generation from the ring. From within the ring, all parties involved begin taking trash to each other, in particular Mike Monroe, who appears to be quite livid about everything that’s happened.
Jarred Daniels: Look at The American Nightmare, William, he looks as though he’s about to lose it! Of course, who can blame the guy, as these are his friends that have been kidnapped by these monsters. At least he has Team XTC on the trail, helping out in the search as evidenced earlier.
William Masters: Nonsense, Mike’s just mad because he knows that they’re going to get whipped in this match.
Jarred Daniels: William, I hardly think that the match is the biggest thing on the minds of Beautiful Agony right now.
Referee Wyatt Lewis summons The Next Generation to return to the ring, and they do return, albeit very reluctantly. The Beautiful Agony guys are absolutely chomping at the bit to get the match going, and they get their wish as the bell rings to start the match. Jacob Havok and Rob Wright will start the match for their respective teams, and they circle the ring for a few moments before engaging in a collar and elbow tie-up.
Havok grabs Wright in a headlock, and after a few moments twists it around into a standing wristlock. He twists it and turns it as the crowd chants "BEAU-TI-FUL! BEAU-TI-FUL!"
Rob, however, sees an opportunity and pokes Jacob in the eyes. Havok releases the hold, and Rob kicks him in the gut. Rob grabs him and positions him... Piledriver! Rob goes for the cover.
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Rob gets back up and drops a few boots on the fallen Havok. He grabs Havok by the hair and drags him to his corner. He tags in Tim, who gets a hefty reaction. Rob holds Havok's ribs exposed, and Tim punches them hard. Rob leaves the ring as Tim goes to work on Jacob's ribs. Tim kicks him in the gut and nails a pumphandle slam! The cover.
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Tim questions the count, as he picks Havok back up. He throws Jacob to the ropes... but Jacob ducks the lariat! On the rebound... and Jacob nails Tim with a spinning heel kick. Both men laid out for a second. Tim gets back up, but just as Jacob does. Tim goes to kick him in the gut, but he grabs it. Tim goes for an enziguri, but Havok ducks it and Tim lands on his face. Jacob picks Tim up... and nails a Side Effect! He covers him
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Havok gets up, dazed, but he gets to his corner and tags in Brian Blaze. Brian hurriedly grabs Tim, and punches him a few times. He picks him up... stalling suplex! Tim lands with a thud. Brian goes for the cover.
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Brian picks him back up and throws him to the corner. He comes running in, but Tim gets a boot up and it slams into Brian's face. Brian stumbles back, and Tim nails a diving lariat. Tim is back up, and picks up Brian... power bomb! Another cover attempt!
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Tim argues with the ref, still in pain. He picks Brian back up and throws him to the ropes... Brian ducks the lariat. On the rebound... and both men nail each other with strong lariats! Each man is laid out. The crowd is behind BA all the way. Each man begin reaching for their respective corners. The men at the corners doing their best to encourage their partner to make the tag. Tim is inching.... Brian is inching....
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Tim tags Psyko Steve into the match, but as he does, Brian is able to make the hot tag to Mike Monroe, and the crowd is on their feet with anticipation as “The American Nightmare” springs up onto the top rope, and he hits a ferocious roaring elbow on Steve, effectively flooring him and sending the crowd into a state of ecstasy.
Jarred Daniels: WOW, WHAT AN INCREDIBLE ENTRANCE BY MIKE MONROE! PSYKO STEVE MIGHT NOT KNOW WHERE HE IS RIGHT NOW!!!
William Masters: He might not know where he isn’t, either.
Jarred Daniels: Another good point…
Monroe immediately hops up from the canvas, and he can practically taste blood already. He runs as hard as he can to the ropes, bounces off of them, and goes into a Rolling Thunder… completed by a Leg Drop! The crowd is firmly on Monroe’s side as he motions for Steve to get up. As he does, he also asks Jacob to get into the ring. Sensing what’s about to happen, the crowd begins to cheer quite loudly as Steve slowly gets to his feet.
Jarred Daniels: This might be the end for Steve, I’m afraid.
William Masters: Well, if they do what I think they’re about to do, Steve can know that these bastards cheated to try and get the win.
Steve finally gets to his feet, and as he does, Mike and Jacob each take a side step, but not before staring daggers through Tim and Rob on the ring apron…
Jarred Daniels: LACK OF FAITH!!!
William Masters: I CALL IT A LACK OF SPORTSMANSHIP! BLATANT CHEATING HERE!!!
Following their double superkick attack on Psyko Steve, Monroe and Havok look at each other, and they high-five as Wyatt orders Jacob to get out of the ring. Steve gets up, but he finds himself on the receiving end of an Implant DDT from The American Nightmare. Mike then picks Steve up, and he ascends to the top turnbuckle.
Jarred Daniels: Oh boy, this isn’t looking too good for the psychotic one, is it?
William Masters: GET OUT OF THERE, STEVE – WAIT, WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON NOW?
While still standing on the turnbuckle, Mike asks Brian Blaze to get something from underneath the ring. Brian quickly emerges, sliding a steel chair into the middle of the ring. He sets it up, and then he makes his way to the turnbuckle, where Mike steps onto his shoulder.
Jarred Daniels: I think this is the end for Psyko Steve, and justice will finally be served.
William Masters: Ugh, absolutely pathetic.
Mike stands on Brian’s shoulders for a moment, Psyko Steve still within his grasp. Finally, The American Nightmare lifts off…
Jarred Daniels: OH SWEET JESUS!!! DEAD END DRIVER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!
William Masters: This match is more done than Rod Blagojevich as a public figure.
Mike, with a rather sickening look of satisfaction on his face, goes down and he hooks Psyko Steve’s leg in making the cover…
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The bell rings, and Mike unhooks Steve’s leg. He stares down at the broken body of Psyko Steve, while Jacob and Brian enter the ring to make sure that Rob Wright and Tim Timmons don’t try any form of sneak attack on Mike with his back turned.
Jessica Towers: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… THE TEAM OF MIKE MONROE, JACOB HAVOK, AND BRIAN BLAZE… BEAUTIFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGONYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
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-=- X-DIVISION TITLE MATCH -=-
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Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match-up is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CZW X-DIVISION TITLE!!”
“The Pretender” rocks out over the PA system and the fans burst out in a chorus of cheers as Cage Stryker heads out onto the stage with his ring gear and hoodie. He confidently makes his way down to ringside, occasionally slapping a fan’s outstretched hand.
Towers: “Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Hollywood, California, ‘High Definition,’ CAGE STRYKER!!”
Cage rolls into the ring. Before removing his hoodie, he pulls a mic out of it.
"What up OMAHA NEBRASKA? This is Cage Stryker comin' to you in High Definition. As you've all seen over these last couple of weeks, I've been on a quest. A quest to fight for the X-Title. Though it started out rocky...soon it all came into fruition. I stepped into the ring with a man who betrayed me as his partner...and also the man who, at the time, was #1 Contender to the X-Division Title. I found myself victorious in that match...and soon after, I was announced the new #1 contender. So here I am...the future of the X-Division. However, I'm not just stepping into the ring for me...no no...I'm stepping in the ring to represent all those who have been wronged by you Mr. Kiljoy...and to finally put you in your place."
Cage throws of his hoodie wearing a Beautiful Agony muscle shirt. The crowd erupts.
"That's right; this match is in Mike Monroe, Havok, Tatum, and Lauren's honor. Kiljoy, it's time for a new era...an era without you as the X-Champ."
Cage smiles before removing his shirt and tossing it out to the crowd. He walks over to the corner and leans against it, awaiting the arrival of Mr. Kiljoy. “Sweet Dreams” plays and the fans boo loudly as the house lights go out, a heavy strobe flaring on the stage.
Towers: “And introducing his opponent, fro-AAAGH!”
Towers screams out as Kiljoy appears in the ring out of NOWHERE, bashing Cage across the back with some sort of blunt object! The houselights come back on and Kiljoy stands over Cage with a sick smile.
Daniels: “Jessica getting out of the ring in a hurry and nobody can blame her! Kiljoy just appeared out of thin air and nailed Cage with a…what IS that?”
Masters: “Looks to me like a Louisville Slugger wrapped in barbed-wire! I love it!”
Daniels: “Cage trying to collect himself and push himself to his feet, but Kiljoy with another shot to the back with that bat! Kiljoy now stomping the bat, rolling it underneath his foot, GRINDING the wire into the back of Stryker!!”
Masters: “This Kiljoy is a sick man, no doubt! He pulls Cage up and whips him into the turnbuckle. He retrieves the bat and charges across, but, no! Cage dives out of the way!”
Daniels: “Stryker with a front-dropkick, kicking the bat back into Kiljoy’s face! The clown is down!”
Masters: “Oh, very clever, douche. Look at the blood on Cage’s back, courtesy of that barbed-wire beat down!”
Daniels: “It’s definitely keeping him slow to recover. Both men to their feet now and Cage takes charge with a series of strikes, rocking Kiljoy to the ropes. He whips him to the far side, but Kiljoy reverses! Cage off the ropes and Kiljoy tosses him HIGH into the air with a backdrop! ‘High Definition’ crashes hard to the mat, and so far this match is almost all Kiljoy!”
Masters: “Kiljoy now heading outside. He reaches under the ring and slides out…a table! The fans here are going crazy as the psycho clown brings in some more toys to play with!”
Daniels: “Kiljoy into the ring, but Cage is up! DDT onto the collapsed table! The fans are firmly behind ‘High Definition’ here as he gets to his feet, pressing the attack, stomping away on the X Division Champion! Stryker pulls Kiljoy to his feet and whips him into the ropes…spinebuster!!”
Masters: “Now Cage going after the table, setting it up here in the middle of the ring. He moves back over to Kiljoy and-OW! The Clown with a shot right to the yam-bag!”
Daniels: “Low-blow by Kiljoy and suddenly all of Cage’s momentum just went flying out the window! He picks him up in a fireman’s carry and DRIVES Cage to the mat with a Death Valley Driver!! Kiljoy with the cover!!”
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Daniels: “Kiljoy back to his feet and he drops a quick legdrop over the challenger…NOW where’s he going?”
Masters: “Looks like he’s got a bottle of some sort from under the ring. I don’t know what to make of this as…oh, man…Kiljoy is dousing the top of the table with what appears to be some sort of lighter fluid!!”
Daniels: “He’s got some wicked intentions for sure and now he reaches into his pocket, looks like he’s got a match of some sort! He strikes it on his teeth, and you can see the flames jumping off the table’s surface immediately! Kiljoy now turning to Cage with a wicked grin as Stryker struggles to make it to his feet. Kiljoy now with Stryker…it looks like he’s going for a powerbomb!!”
Masters: “This is going to be it for Cage, if he hits this! He lifts him but…Cage rolls over! SUNSET FLIP!!”
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Daniels: “Cage almost stole that one; both men up quick but Kiljoy with a spinning wheel kick, taking the challenger down! He’s definitely not smiling now and he heads up to the turnbuckle. Cage moving to his feet as Kiljoy measures him and he leaps off…CAGE DIVES INTO HIM WITH A SPEAR!! Kiljoy practically got knocked out of his boots with that one! Stryker pulls Kiljoy to his feet and nails him with an inverted backbreaker!”
Masters: “Cage grabs the bat! He measures the clown and rushes in with a swing! Kiljoy ducks!!”
Daniels: “Kick to the gut by Kiljoy and he sets Cage up for a suplex…Cage slips out the back! He whirls Kiljoy around and drives a kick home to the abdomen. He lifts him up for a…cross powerbomb! OH, MY!! CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB INTO THE FLAMING TABLE!! The fans are absolutely going nuts after that horrible crash!”
Masters: “You call it horrible, they call it entertainment! Stryker now to the outside and he’s grabbed a chair, tossing it over the ropes into the ring! He rolls in and drags Kiljoy up from the smoldering wreckage…”
Daniels: “Stryker lifts Kiljoy up…Stryker Driver! ONTO THE CHAIR!! The fans are on their feet as Cage goes for the cover!!”
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*ding-ding-ding!*
Daniels: “New champion! AGAIN!”
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and NEW CZW X-Division Champion, ‘High Definition,’ CAGE STRYKER!!”
The referee brings Cage the X-Division title which he grins widely at before raising high to the cheering fans in attendance. He poses with his belt a bit before heading to the outside. Suddenly, the lights flicker a bit and a countdown appears on the tron. His eyes fixed on the screen, Cage just stands awestruck. After it counts down to 0...bloody words drip on the screen...
HE'S COMING...
Daniels: “What could that possibly mean? And what does it have to do with the new champ??”
Masters: “From the looks of it, he doesn’t even know!”
The music dies out, replaced by Cage’s theme and he immediately heads to the back, a look of confusion on his face.
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-=- HELL IN A CELL MATCH -=-
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DANIELS: Well ladies and gentlemen it is time for one of the most brutal matches ever assembled in pro wrestling…the hell in a cell match between former stable mates turned bitter enemies…Buck Evans against Big Nasty.
MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, this is not for the bloody weak at heart. These two men hate each other and there’s a good chance of them may not walk out of here on their own.
'Ramblin Man’ by The Allman Brothers plays through out the arena as Buck Evans makes his way out from the back to a huge pop from the crowd. Buck Walks down the ramp, never taking his focus off of the huge structure that surrounds the ring.
DANIELS: Here comes Buck Evans and he looks very driven and focused as he eyeballs the unforgiving cell that surrounds the squared circled. WAIT…WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING??!! BUCK EVANS IS SCALING THE SIDE OF THE CELL AND IS NOW STANDING AT THE TOP OF IT!!
MASTERS: It looks as if Buck is making a statement, that or he is bloody insane.
DANIELS: I don’t know but either way, this crowd loves it, they are going nuts.
CROWD: BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK!
“Swagga Like Us” by T.I. floods the arena as Big Nasty makes his way out now. The fans boo massively as Big Nasty spots Buck at the top of the cell.
MASTERS: Well it seems that Nasty has spotted Buck and this does not bode well for our resident redneck.
DANIELS: Well that remains to be seen and now Big Nasty is scaling the cage, I doubt we will even have time for the traditional introductions. Jessica Towers please don’t even bother to get up because both men are now at the top of the cage and here we go.
DING! DING! DING!
DANIELS: We are going to start this match at the top of the cell and here comes Nasty with a haymaker but Buck ducks said attempts and nails Nasty with a right hook, sending Nasty to the ground, or the top of the cage, you know what I mean.
MASTERS: Nobody knows what you mean, Jarred, do us all a favor and just shut the hell up. Buck picks Nasty up by his hair and body slams him back down.
DANIELS: I’m no psychic but if this continues, one of these men could end up falling twenty feet to the ground.
MASTERS: Yeah and maybe they will land on your bloody head. Buck goes for an elbow drop but Nasty rolls out of the way just in time. Wow, Nasty rolled out of the way of that elbow but that was really close to the edge of the cell.
DANIELS: Yes it was, I think I’d rather take an elbow to the chest than a twenty feet drop to a hard ground. Nasty stands up and grabs Buck by his hair now, he hooks his head and now has Buck in a vertical suplex and he is holding it. Wow what a show of strength by the near seven foot, three hundred pound monster. Nasty, FINALLY drops Buck onto the cell and goes for the cover, I don’t know what the hell he is thinking though, there is no referee near them and Nasty stands back up.
MASTERS: That was a force of habit, Jarred. Nasty picks Buck up again and drags him over to the edge of the cell.
DANIELS: OH MY GOD! WHAT DOES HE HAVE PLANNED NOW? Nasty places Bucks head between Nasty’s legs and it looks like he is setting him up for a Nasty Bomb. AH DIOS MIOS, I CAN’T LOOK!!!
MASTERS: DO IT, NASTY! DO IT!
DANIELS: Nasty has a sadistic smile on his face as he begins to lift Buck in the air but WAIT! NO! Buck blocks said attempt, BUCK STANDS UP!!
THUD!!!!!!
DANIELS: OH…..MY…..GOOOOOOODDDD!!!!!!!!!! BACK BODY DROP OFF THE TOP OF THE CELL!!! NASTY CRASHES THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! AH MI DIOS!!! AH MI DIOS!!! NASTY COULD BE PARALIZED!!!
MASTERS: NASTY COULD BE DEAD!!!! BUCK IS NOW BARING A HUGE, SADISTIC GRIN ON HIS FACE!!!
DANIELS: OH MY GOD, HE KILLED NASTY!!
MASTERS: YOU BASTARD!!
DANIELS: Oh very funny, William. Well, finally, here come the paramedics to check on the condition of Big Nasty as Buck continues to stand at the top of the cell, staring, sadistically at the destruction of his doing. The paramedics now have Nasty on a gurney and are now wheeling him out. I know these fans didn’t get to see what they all paid for but atleast the nightmare is over.
MASTERS: This is a travesty, Buck will get what’s coming to him, he will pay for this.
DANIELS: Buck was just defending himself, Nasty was about to powerbomb him off the cell. WAIT…Buck is walkover over to the other side of the cell as Nasty is being wheeled away…BUCK JUMPS OFF THE CAGE AND RIGHT ONTO THE GURNEY….HE LANDED RIGHT ON TOP OF NASTY!! OH MY GOD!!
FANS: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
MASTERS: Buck goes for the cover and it should definitely be over now, I don’t think Nasty will be able to kick out of this from being thrown off the tope of the cell and now being hit by a near three hundred pound man from twenty feet off the ground.
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DANIELS: NASTY KICKS OUT!! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN???!!!! Nasty just kicked out of that pin but I don’t know how he did it. Buck is irate now as he picks Nasty up and attempts to whip him right into the side of the cage but Nasty blocks it with his boot to the cage. Nasty grabs Bucks and slams his head into the cell and is now dragging his face long the cage wall. Buck’s forehead is now completely busted open.
MASTERS: I told you, Jarred, I told you that Buck would get what was coming to him. Nasty walks over to Jessica Towers and demands the steel chair she is sitting on. Nasty grabs the chair and levels Buck with a hard shot to the face.
DANIELS: Nasty has a very angry and psychotic look on his face, I would not want to be Buck Evans right now. WHAT THE HELL???!!! NASTY IS SCALING THE SIDE OF THE CAGE….AGAIN!!!! AND NOW BUCK IS FOLLOWING HIM UP THE CAGE AS WELL!!! What the name of all that is holy, are they thinking?
MASTERS: I don’t know but something tells me that THIS time it will be Buck who gets the bad end of the deal this time.
DANIELS: Both men are now back at the top of the cell and are now exchanging blows to the head.
MASTERS: GIGGITY!
DANIELS: Grow up, William. Nasty gains the advantage, he sets Buck up for the Nasty Bomb in the middle of the cage.
THUD!!!!
DANIELS: OH MY GOD!!!! NASTY JUST POWERBOMBED BUCK THROUGH THE TOP OF THE CAGE AND DOWN TO THE RING!!! AND NOW NASTY IS CLIMBING DOWN AND IS NOW INSIDE THE RING!!!
CROWD: C Z DUBB! C Z DUBB! C Z DUBB! C Z DUBB!
DANIELS: Buck is out in the middle of the ring and Nasty goes for the cover.
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DANIELS: WOW!!! BUCK KICKED OUT!! BUCK KICKED OUT!!! THIS MATCH CONTINUES!!! What is it going to take for one of these men to get a damn win?
MASTERS: Hey, watch your mouth, Jarred.
DANIELS: Hey, William, …..DA f**k UP! Anyhoo, Nasty has now taken his focus off of Buck to argue with the referee and I don’t know if that is a good idea. Buck is back to his feet now, he sneaks up behind Nasty and nails him with a German suplex…then another…and another…HAT TRICK!! I don’t know where or how he found the energy but that was impressive. We are well into this match and yet these two men have only just begun to bring it inside the ring.
MASTERS: Buck picks Nasty up and nails him with a side walk slam. Nasty is laying on the mat as Buck climbs up on the turnbuckle and leaps off, nailing Nasty with an elbow drop.
DANIELS: Wow, three hundred pounds falling on top of you has got to hurt. Buck then drags Nasty to the outside of the ring and whips him right into the side of the cell. Now Buck is dragging Nasty’s face along side the cell wall, the bloody is flowing down Nasty’s face now. I guess that’s a little pay back from earlier.
MASTERS: He’s just copying Nasty because he knows who the better man is. Buck throws Nasty back into the ring and Buck follows. Buck walks over to pick Nasty back up but Nasty rolls him up….SMALL PACKAGE AND I DON’T MEAN JARRED’S PENIS! NASTY FOR THE WIN!!!
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DANIELS: Buck kicks out once again and this match will continue. Buck looks a bit frustrated as he is now arguing with the referee. Buck turns around only to be speared by the big man, well, the OTHER big man. However, both men and on the mat, writhing in pain, this brutal match has taken a lot out of these two thus far.
MASTERS: COME ON, NASTY!!! GET UP!!
DANIELS: Buck is back to his feet, he walks over to Nasty. Buck lifts Nasty up on his shoulders. This could be it, he is setting Nasty up for the “Mississippi Twister’ but wait! WHAT’S THIS?
Just then, Maynard O’Toole walks out from the back, arrogantly carrying his signature Sledgehammer.
DANIELS: Why in the hell is he out here?
MASTERS: I don’t know and I don’t care but I think Nasty is about to win this match. Maynard is now at the cell door. WAIT!!! HERE COMES JESSE MONTANA!!! HE IS RIGHT BEHIND MAYNARD!!
DANIELS: Maynard turns around to see Jesse and the door is open. Jesse nails Maynard with a right hand. Buck goes out to see what’s going on, Nasty walks up behind Buck and throws him into the side of the cage. Nasty is standing behind Jesse as Maynard slams the door at Jesse’s face but Jesse ducks and Nasty gets the cell door to the face instead. Jesse hauls ass up the ramp with Maynard tailing him. BUCK GRABS NASTY AND THROWS HIM BACK INTO THE RING!! HE SETS HIM UP AGAIN!!!
THUD!!!!
DANIELS: MISSISSIPPI TWISTER!!!!
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DANIELS: IT’S ALL OVER!!! BUCK WINS!!! BUCK WINS!!
TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..BUCK….EVAAAAAANS!!!!
MASTERS: OH WHAT A BLOODY TRAVESTY!!! ONCE AGAIN, MAYNARD "THE FOOL" CAUSES ANOTHER LOSS WITHIN HIS OWN STABLE!!!
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(The crowd begins to calm from the last match. The violent roar becomes a staggnent murmur as they wait in anticipation for the next spectical of athleticism to commence. Fans scurry from their seats for various forms of refreshments…nachos, hot dogs, beer. Some holding signs, hoping to get on television. “Mr. Kiljoy is my home-boy,” “Marry me Tatum.” But one in the back intrigues the most. It reads “I Miss Ian.” That’s very fitting considering what is about to happen. “Tubthumping” by Chumbawumba hits the PA system as the scurrying fans stop in their tracks. Some look confused, others enticed. The die-hard, down since the begging, CZW fans know who it is, and they irrupt from their seats in joy. The lights turn green as a ghost comes bursting through the curtains. It’s “Irish” Ian Chadwick. The South Side Southpaw. The peace-loving, god-fearing man of the people. He comes through the curtain wearing blue jeans, a T-shirt that reads “I’m Back,” and a leather jacket. His hair looks as if he just rolled out of bed…knowing Ian though, he probably did. He yells to the crowd “This one’s for you,” then lifts a shot glass to his mouth. Jameson I would assume. He sips the beer he so commonly carries with him and heads to the ring. Talking and shaking hands with the fans along the way. He walks casually up the ring steps, ask for a microphone, then speaks….)
Ian: How’s everybody doing here tonight?
(The crowd erupts)
Ian: Good…good. I bet no one expected to see me here tonight, huh?
(The crowd says “no” in various ways and times)
Ian: Well…I’m back! And I’m here to cause a drunken Irish ruckus!
(The crowd cheers and laughs simutainiously)
Ian: Man…I’ll tell ya, it feels good to be home. I’ve been away from this great establishment for entirely too long. But…all the personal matters that kept me away from you guys for so long have been permanently resolved. Nothing’s gonna take me away this time, except a broken neck. And it better kill me! After all, there’s so much I didn’t do before I left here. No real beef with anyone…besides J.A. Sawyer, but he’s gone and we turned out to be pretty good friends. Hell…I won the Money In The Bank Ladder Match and couldn’t even cash in on it. I worked my ass off for that, and for what? To get side-lined for over a year. I had a lot of time to think of what was and what could have been. A lot of time to think about what I would do if I returned to this wonderful organization. As bad as Time alone, drunk, thinking about shit is, it helped bring me back here. Bring me back to the sport that I love. Bring me back for my soul purpose in the CZW. I’m here to get what I never got a chance to attain. My coveted X-Title. I don’t care who the champion is, I don’t care who the top contenders are. I don’t care what kind of hell I have to go through to get it, I want it. I’ll wrestle the top five contenders all in one night if I have to. I don’t care if Jesus Christ himself came down off the cross to stop me. I hope you’re a fighting champion, Mr. Kiljoy, ‘cause I’m coming for you. You might not run into me today, and maybe not tomorrow, but you will run into me eventually. And I’ll be there with the flaming, vengeful sword of St. Michael to put the wrath of the lord up your ass.
(The crowd cheers and begins chanting “Ian, Ian”)
Ian: (he smerks and chuckles) Damn it’s good to be home. (points to the crowd) I missed you guys! But now, it’s time to get drunk. Anyone point me in the direction of a good pub?
(The crowd all point and yell at once)
Ian: (chuckles) Thanks for the advice.
(He drops the microphone and steps under the ropes and down the ring steps. He walks carelessly back up the ramp with a big smile on his face. He turns and looks at the camera before walking back through the curtain and says…”I’m back! And I’m coming for you!”)
-=- LAST MAN STANDING MATCH -=-
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Jarred Daniels: “Fans, the next match scheduled to take place has been in the making for months. Now, we will all finally see the end of what has become one of CZW’s most wicked feuds. Marsham-Ross IV.”
A visual presentation is offered – recapturing all of the events that led Justin Marsham and Chris Ross to this dramatic conclusion:
--- DECEMBER 19TH, 2008 – COLUMBUS, OHIO ---
ROSS: Just give me a moment there Derek…
MASTERS: He needs time to discuss this?! What is he? A damn fool?!
DANIELS: Well I don’t know, he seems to be talking with his manager or advisor or whatever Kimo is to Chris, and Derek and Marsham seem to be getting frustrated. Wait, here we go, Ross seems to have his answer, he turns around and walks up to Derek…AHHHHHH!! OH MY GOD!
MASTERS: What in the hell was that?!
DANIELS: I think he just threw some kind of powder in the face of Justin Marsham, and wow, he falls through the ropes and lands on the outside, what is Ross thinking?
MASTERS: He may have just made a very powerful enemy Jarred!
ROSS: Offer me a place in your stable?! Who the f**k do you think I am?! I don't need an army of bitches to do my dirty work! I'm a one man army if you don't know! And you know... It's starting to seem like you don't know me... Like you forgot about me... And you know... I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE FORGET ABOUT ME!!!!
DANIELS: Oh my God, he just went for Derek but the lucky bastard rolled under the ropes, Marsham on the other hand isn’t so lucky, now stumbling back into the ring, and I don’t even think he knows where he is.
MASTERS: Ross is one stupid man to try and attack Derek Damage, even after that offer, what was he thinking? I guess Kimo had gave him some Rum before the show. WATCH OUT MARSHAM!
DANIELS: OH BOY WHAT IMPACT! HE CALLS THAT THE WIPE OUT!
--- JANUARY 9th, 2009 – Rochester, New York ---
Masters: “He’s right in front of us, and here comes Ross right after him! They’re slugging it out right in front of us, trading right hands! Ross slams Marsham face-first- NO! Blocked! Marsham tries to slam Ross’ head-ALSO BLOCKED! OH! Both men slamming eachother’s heads onto the announce table! Both men down!
Daniels: “We’ve got a war on our hands, here! Both men now making it to their feet…Marsham has a chair from under the ring! Ross has flung the timekeeper out of his seat, stealing HIS chair! Here they come!!”
*SMACK!*
Masters: “Marsham blasts Ross! He’s still standing! Ross swings!!”
*SMACK!*
Daniels: “Marsham takes a shot!! He staggers back, but they’re both still on their feet!! Marsham swings again! He NAILS Ross! His knees buckle but he doesn’t go down! Ross swings again!”
Masters: “God, what impact! He drops Marsham to the floor, but there he goes as well! Both guys are down and seemingly out!”
Daniels: “Marsham crawling up the ring steps and…oh, look at the blood! Marsham has been busted open! He somehow rolls himself into the ring, using the corner to try and pull himself to his feet! Here comes Ross now, looks like he’s bleeding as well, from the lip! ‘Krazy’ Chris staggering up and rolling into the ring! Marsham comes at him but Ross drills him with a clothesline! He moves slowly to his feet and points to the corner! This could be it!!”
Masters: “Ross is actually going to try and climb the ropes in that condition!? He really IS crazy!! He’s going up, but Marsham is recovering! He rushes over and intercepts! Marsham up to the second turnbuckle, he and Ross trading shots!! Ross with a headbutt! MARSHAM with a headbutt! Oh, no, they’re both dizzy after that one and-HOLY SHIT!?”
Daniels: “NO!! BOTH MEN FALL FROM THE ROPES! THEY CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE THAT WAS SET UP EARLIER!!! Both men lie motionless out here on the floor!!”
Masters: “I can’t believe that!! They’re a broken bloody mess!!”
Daniels: “It looks like Stephanie D is going to issue a 10 count!”
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Daniels: “She’s calling for the bell!”
*ding-ding*
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended in a double knock-out and has been ruled as a NO CONTEST!!”
The crowd boos loudly as several EMT’s hit the scene, checking on both men.
--- February 6th, 2009 – Belo Horizonte, Brazil ---
Marsham looks angry at Ross’s resiliency. He grabs Ross by the hair and drags him through the backstage area. They enter the entrance stage to a huge pop. Marsham grabs Ross for a suplex off the edge...but Ross blocks it! Ross begins striking Marsham. Ross goes for a heavy blow to knock Marsham off the edge, but Marsham ducks. The two men trade punches back and forth, each trying to knock the other off the edge. Ross overpowers Marsham and delivers a stiff punch which staggers Marsham. Ross then pushes Marsham, who falls off the edge, landing on a table. Ross grins...he flies off! He crashes into the body of Marsham with the Superfly splash. The camera looks down at the carnage. Both Marsham and Ross are pinning each other! The ref makes the count...
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It’s a draw! Both men made pinfalls over each other!
--- February 28th, 2009 – Austin, Texas ---
Masters: Marsham goes for an Enziguiri but Ross ducks. Ross backs into the corner as Marsham is up to his feet and he starts running at Ross how grabs Ross and lifts him above his head. Ross then slams Marsham to the mat with a big Gorilla Press Slam. The fans are starting to get behind Ross as he picks Marsham up and goes for a power bomb.
Daniels: Marsham manages to get out as he goes for a close line. Ross ducks and grabs Marsham’s arm as he hit’s a side Hawaiian leg sweep. Marsham and Ross both quick to there feet as Marsham is charging at Ross and is hit with a Samoan drop from The King Pin.
Masters: Ross is now stalking Marsham as he is slow to his feet. Marsham finally gets to his feet with help form the ropes as Ross starts running at Marsham. Ross goes for the Roaring Elbow he calls The Hit but Marsham ducks.
Daniels: Ross turns right into a kick to the midsection and is hit with that Assassin DDT and now Marsham goes for the cover. 1.…2...3. It’s all over.
Masters: Marsham wins in his own environment, but he still can’t be pleased, he still has the business of the ransom to take care of, and I doubt this feud is far from over still.
--- Odd Pairings Tag Team Matches ---
A short recap is shown, intermixing different clips from the various matches both Marsham and Ross have competed in where they were tag team partners. As a team, Ross and Marsham competed against the teams of Rob Wright and Tim Timmons, Buck Evans and Big Nasty, and Ace King and The Jackal. Out of these three matches, Marsham and Ross came out victorious.
CZW now returns to the commentators as the montage ends.
Jarred Daniels: “Folks, it has been an absolutely wild ride between these two. It seems surreal that it is all about to end.”
William Masters: “Only one of these men are going to survive this match. Which one do you think it will be?”
Jarred Daniels: “It’s hard to say. Both Ross and Marsham have a ‘never say die’ attitude and that is reflected in their—woah. Wait. Hold on one second. I’m getting word that the Ross-Marsham match is being postponed. I guess we are headed to the back.”
William Masters: “Postponed? I knew it wouldn’t end here!”
Jarred Daniels: “I said postponed, not canceled.”
Attention is directed to the backstage area – in a large, nearly empty room. The King Pin, Chris Ross is standing and is armed with a microphone. As the setting is further developed, Justin Marsham steps onto the screen. He holds a sneer on his face as Ross brings the microphone up to his lips and begins:
Ross: “Well Mr. Marsham. This is it. Do you have my money?”
(Ross says crossing his arms. Justin Marsham goes to answer, but Ross cuts him off.)
Ross: “Hold on, Mr. Marsham. Before you answer that I just want to make sure we have a firm understanding! Bring out the tank!”
(Suddenly, a large glass tank is wheeled out into the room with what appears to be a water pump hooked up to it. Inside the tank is Solomon Black. He has his arms tied behind his back, but is free to walk. A look of desperation is plastered across his countenance as he pleads with his eyes for Marsham to save him.)
Ross: “Hooked up to that tank which holds your friend is a water pump. All I have to do is press a button on a remote and that tank will fill up with water. So now allow me to ask… Do you have the money Mr. Marsham?”
Marsham: “No, Ross I don’t! I didn’t f**king come here to give you money! I came here to kick the living shit out of you! This game ends now!”
(Ross nods his head and he turns his back to Justin Marsham and pulls a remote out from under his trench coat. When he presses the button, water floods into the tank.)
Ross: “Very well Mr. Marsham. The game does end now… Tell Mr. Black’s family I’m sorry you weren’t able to pay your debt!”
With a smirk, Ross steps aside and allows Marsham free access to the tank. He beats at the tank with his fists before picking up a plank of wood. He cannot break the glass. Solomon pounds on the glass from the inside, hitting it with his shoulder. Nothing even comes close to scratching it.
Jarred Daniels: “Marsham cannot break that tank and we’ve got security and EMTs coming out.”
Water has filled the tank in only a matter of a minute and Solomon looks to be drowning. He gasps for air while he has it; and the masses of people now collect around the tank to free the agent. Casey Rogers comes onto the scene with a sledgehammer. One massive swing cracks the tank and allows the water to spill out.
William Masters: “That’s how you get it open!”
EMTs rush to Solomon’s rescue as an infuriated Justin Marsham turns towards Chris Ross. Marsham turns and—BLAM—Ross connects with a huge roaring elbow that he has called The Hit! The shot rocks Marsham’s head, causing The Epitome of Technical Finesse to collide with the glass structure! As Ross towers over Marsham, Kimo comes running onto the scene and brings with him official, Danny Spade. Kimo demands that the official begin counting; however, the referee argues that the match has not yet started.
Jarred Daniels: “Justin Marsham is out cold. Solomon Black is being carted off. Now, Kimo is arguing with Danny Spade. The only person not doing anything is Chris Ross. Look at him! He’s just standing over Marsham; and it looks like he is just now realizing what he has done.”
William Masters: “Those are the eyes of a mad man!”
Slapping Marsham across the face, Ross now tries to bring his opponent back to life. Marsham stirs and Ross makes certain to shake him. He drags Marsham up to his feet and demands that the official follow. Kimo pushes open a door and the four men head into the parking garage. The camera man becomes the fifth person – following the action into the garage.
Questions now arise as it becomes evident that Kimo has a vehicle running with the trunk open. Do they intend to stuff Marsham into the trunk? An attempt to toss Marsham into the trunk is thwarted. Ross is the first to know of his awakening. Marsham rears back and drives an elbow into Ross’ gut. The sound of Ross’ reaction causes Kimo to turn; and he comes face to face with the sole of Marsham’s boot via a super-kick!
Jarred Daniels: “What were they going to do?”
William Masters: “I see concrete shoes!”
Jarred Daniels: “Danny Spade doesn’t look like he knows what to do. This match has not begun yet, but all three of these men are going at it. Wait. Three? This is supposed to be Marsham versus Ross!”
Marsham is on the attack and he wastes no time securing The King Pin in a pump-handled position. When Marsham pulls Ross upwards, Ross manages to shift his weight and Kimo lands a double axe handled attack from behind! Marsham is forced to release the hold and is whipped down to the cold, unwelcoming pavement.
Chris Ross: “Give me your belt!”
Ross’ demand is very audible as Kimo complies, taking off his leather belt and handing it over to The King Pin.
Jarred Daniels: “Ow. That sounds horrible. Marsham’s getting whipped! That leather is just ripping across his back.”
William Masters: “You know what’s even better, Jarred?!”
Jarred Daniels: “Better? This isn’t even good. How could this be better?”
William Masters: “I’m getting word that this match has now officially begun. That’s how!”
Danny Spade receives word that the match has begun, so he no performs his duties as the acting official. When he looks towards the action, Marsham crawls on all fours. Unbeknownst to Marsham, he is crawling directly towards the car with the open trunk! When he does finally realize, Marsham enacts a plan to be free. When Ross steps forward for another sharp snap of his belt, Marsham drop toe holds him down! Kimo immediately reacts – but Marsham lands a vicious low blow! No time is spared and Marsham rolls to a knee. The camera gets a full picture of his red and nearly bloody back.
Jarred Daniels: “Marsham’s driving those boots into both Ross and Kimo now. He’s taking them both on just like he took on Big Nasty and Buck Evans a couple weeks back! He’s not leaving either one of these guys a chance to fight back.”
William Masters: “Ross is back up and, nope, back down. Marsham just scoop slams him onto the pavement.”
Both opponents are on the ground and Marsham drags Kimo into face down position—almost on top of Ross. Entangling Kimo’s legs with his own, his intentions become clear. Marsham sets Kimo up for a Curbstomp! The audience cheers loudly as Marsham telegraphs the Curbstomp: he draws his left foot upwards and then kicks it straight down on the back of Kimo’s head – forcing Kimo’s head directly into Ross’ crotch!
Jarred Daniels: “It’s a two for one deal!”
William Masters: “Oh MY! The agony! Marsham’s got a smile on his face and there goes Kimo. Marsham just tossed him into the trunk and closed the lid!”
Jarred Daniels: “Now it’s Ross versus Marsham as it always should have been.”
One hand clutches Ross by the back of the neck; and Marsham leads his adversary out of the parking garage and into the arena. As soon as they pass through the doors, Ross turns the tables and sends Marsham hurling forward into the wall. Collecting an object nearby, Ross reveals the weapon to be a metal pipe of some sort. Marsham does not see it until Ross drives the end into his gut. He also does not see Ross’ next move which is to take him by the throat and cast him down onto a short stack of wooden pallets via chokeslam.
William Masters: “Woah! Huge chokeslam and Marsham crashes into that stack of wood hard!”
Jarred Daniels: “This match is official, so Danny Spade begins the count.”
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Marsham leans up and rolls off the stack of pallets. However, he still remains down, and Danny Spade reluctantly continues:
Five.
Six.
Sev—NO! Marsham manages to make it back up to his feet. He arches his back, having struck hard against the wood, and tries to shake off the pain. Ross offers him no break. The King Pin lands a series of knife edged chops across Marsham’s chest – causing him to back pedal down the hall. When the duo come adjacent to the locker room door, Ross ceases to chop his opponent and instead flings him into the metal door. Marsham has no choice but to collapse inside!
Jarred Daniels: “Look at everyone clear out as this fight breaks off into the locker room! Ross and Marsham are exchanging fists, but Marsham is the one retreating. Ross with an Irish whip. NO! He holds on and there’s a short armed clothesline! WAIT! Marsham ducks beneath and takes off down the row of free standing lockers! Ross is giving chase and—HO! DAMN!”
With Ross giving chase, Marsham abruptly stops and throws open an unlocked locker. Ross collides with the locker and falls down over a bench. Marsham glances inside the locker and looks shocked by its contents. Barbed wire, bags of tacks, shards of metal and kitchen shears only name a few of the items inside. The name across the locker reads Psyko Steve and Marsham soon understands.
William Masters: “A light bulb is going off in Marsham’s head. What is he up to?”
Jarred Daniels: “Well, he is putting Ross into Psyko Steve’s locker. I can only hope that Ross has had his shots. Ouch! Listen to the smack of Marsham’s hand against Ross’ chest now. Each one of those knife edged chops force Ross further backwards into that locker of—of whatever! I really don’t even think Ross knows where he is; and where is Marsham going?”
William Masters: “Well, he’s leaving!”
Jarred Daniels: “OH! Marsham builds up speed and HOLY HELL!”
William Masters: “YAKUZA KICK!”
Like a freight train, Marsham throws up a foot and blasts Ross with a Yakuza Kick. It is normally a move he does when the opponent is leaning in a corner turnbuckle. This time, however, Ross is in a locker full of sharp objects and the resulting impact causes the entire row of lockers to collapse!
Both men are down and the official begins the count:
One.
Two.
Three.
Marsham is the first to his feet and he takes a breather by sitting on a bench. The count continues for Ross.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Ross emerges from the mangled mess of objects. His face is bloodied and has trickled down onto his chest like war paint.
Seven.
The count stops as Ross makes it to his feet once again. This calls Marsham into action. He strikes at Ross with a weak punch which is easy for Ross to block. Retaliation comes in the form of a massive clothesline that levels Marsham. NO! Marsham ducks – but Ross has been the victim of this too many times. He is showing the world that he can read Marsham; and he lifts a knee to block Marsham’s duck.
Jarred Daniels: “Look at the shock on Marsham’s face and Ross snaps him forward with a huge spinebuster onto the toppled lockers! Look at those lockers! You can see Marsham’s imprint! The official starts to make the count and Ross looks pleased.”
One.
Two.
Ross rummages through the wreckage and takes a pair of kitchen shears and tucks them into his boot. A large bundle of barbed wire is removed from the Psyko Steve’s locker as well, though he manages to get it tangled on almost every object.
Three.
Four.
Marsham stirs and eventually gets to a knee, but the count must continue.
Five.
Six.
Jarred Daniels: “What? Marsham’s not even up to his feet and Ross is breaking the count. He’s trying to rake a fist full of barbed wire across The Epitome of Technical Finesse’s face. NO! Marsham has none of it and there’s a stiff boot into Ross’ lower extremities. Ross buckles and there goes Marsham!”
William Masters: “STO! Ross strikes hard and where’s your buddy Marsham headed now?”
Jarred Daniels: “Where’d he get that from?!”
The count begins for Ross:
One.
Two.
Three.
Ross broke the count for Marsham, so Marsham reciprocates! Up to a knee, is cracked across his bloodied brow by a Singapore cane! Ross instantly drops like sack of potatoes. The cane splinters as Marsham continues to assail his opponent, clubbing the cane down against Ross’ left knee. Fans count along with each strike: One. Two. Three. Four.
Jarred Daniels: “Five.”
William Masters: “Six! But, that cane is no longer a cane. Marsham has rendered it to sticks! Now, he’s choking Ross with the sticks! But, that right there is why Ross is The King Pin. He’s fighting back from the ground, ignoring Marsham’s choking, and there’s an eye gouge!”
Jarred Daniels: “Marsham backs away because of that eye gouge and Ross is getting up. No, change that. He is up.”
One right hand is thrown and connects against Marsham’s face. The Epitome of Technical Finesse is forced backwards, but Ross is far from finished. Another punch is thrown, but Marsham lunges forward and drop-kicks Ross’ left knee. The shot causes Ross to drop to a knee!
Jarred Daniels: “A sizzling kick by Marsham! NO! Ross ducks underneath and there’s a Full Nelson! NO! Marsham slips free and the two engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. Both vy for position and – NASTY – Ross lifts a knee up to block Marsham from gaining an advantage. In one fluid motion, Ross picks Marsham up into a fireman’s carry!”
William Masters: “—and he’s carrying him into the next room. It is apparent that Marsham is struggling to get free, but Ross maintains his hold.”
Jarred Daniels: “As Ross carries Marsham, I’m told to inform you fans that Solomon Black is being rushed to the hospital. We’re not sure his status yet, but we should know soon.”
The status of Solomon Black is unknown, but the status of Marsham is – and it does not look good. Marsham is only freed once Ross decides; and that decision is made when Ross reaches a large table full of electrical equipment. The ring curtains can be seen from the camera. Tossing Marsham’s weight up and over his head, Ross drives him head first through the table with a Death Valley Driver!
Sparks soar out in every which way as both men are laid out across the floor. Blood now issues from Marsham’s brow and the count is administered:
One.
Two.
Ross stirs and manages to get to a knee.
Three.
Four.
The King Pin is the first one up and looks shaky. He adjusts the knee pad for his left knee, trying his best to make sure there is no lasting damage that could hinder his performance for the rest of the match. He staggers back and forth as the count continues:
Five.
Six.
Marsham begins to stir now, but the count draws closer.
Seven.
Eight.
He gets to a knee.
Nine.
Jarred Daniels: “Ten—NO! Marsham’s up. He has made it up to his feet and Ross is in disbelief.”
William Masters: “Ross thought he had it won there! He’s pulling another table away from the wall and—Marsham from behind!”
Jarred Daniels: “I’m seriously not surprised on how brutal this match is. These guys are striking with closed fists. There is no wrestling here. Each one is just looking for another opening and here’s a perfect example. Ross rakes his fingers across Marsham’s face. He thinks he just gouged his eyes, but Marsham can still see. Dragon Screw Leg Whip and Ross is taken down!”
With his hands still on Ross’ leg, Marsham steps through and locks on a Figure Four Leg Lock. He leans forward and adds as much pressure on Ross’ left knee as possible. When Ross leans forward and lashes out at Marsham, he greets Ross with a large shard of wood – the remains of the electrical equipment table.
Jarred Daniels: “Ross is out and Marsham’s releasing the hold. He may have it won here.”
One.
Two.
Three.
William Masters: “Let the count continue!”
Jarred Daniels: “I’ve got to agree. That’s a poor choice on Marsham’s behalf. He’s choking Ross with his foot and what does he have planned for that electrical box? That box is like forty pounds. What could he—Woah!”
William Masters: “NO! Marsham just piledrove that electrical box into Ross’ head!”
Jarred Daniels: “Good Lord! There cannot be anything left of Ross’ face!”
One.
Two.
Marsham does not interfere with the count this time. He simply leans against the wall and allows the count to occur.
Three.
William Masters: “Four? Come’on!”
Five.
Six.
Jarred Daniels: “Seven, but Ross looks to be alive at least. That’s hopeful.”
Eight.
Ross rolls to a knee somehow and Marsham is astonished.
Nine.
Jarred Daniels: “There’s no way he’s getting up. NO WAY!”
TEN!
Ten? It doesn’t happen as Ross gets to his feet. He is in a daze and completely bloodied. Just as Ross gets to his feet, Marsham circles The King Pin and chop blocks the back of his left knee! He is trying his best to take out one of Ross’ wheels. Ross hits the ground…
…and rolls to his feet. On one weak leg, Ross leaps – diving towards Marsham – and taking him down with a huge clothesline!
William Masters: “Nice job! Get up Ross! Show him that you’re in control!”
It takes both men a few seconds to get to a vertical base and long before any ten count. With both upon their feet, it is only a matter of time before the two combat again. Who would have the advantage? It is Ross! A stiff boot is delivered to Marsham’s midsection and Ross, once again, hauls him up – but this time over his shoulder.
William Masters: “They’re finally making their way to the ring. Finally!”
Jarred Daniels: “Sorry to burst your bubble, but it looks like Ross is eyeing the stage. He steps back in through those curtains and—WOAH! Come’on! He has a hand full of cables and he’s choking the life out of Marsham! What the Hell!?!”
William Masters: “It’s a Last Man Standing match! What do you expect?!”
Marsham is lifeless on the stage and the count begins. Ross, meanwhile, retreats backstage.
One.
Two.
Out from the back, Ross drags a massive wooden table; and he hurries to set it up. It is Ross that breaks the count as he rolls scoops Marsham up and Samoan Drops him across the metal grating of the ramp! All of the air is forced from Marsham’s lungs upon impact. Ross gathers what remains of Technical Finesse and rolls him onto the wooden table.
Jarred Daniels: “Smart thinking by Ross and he is using those cables to tie Marsham to the table. He’s trapped! Look at him trying to get free and Ross is just laughing. Danny Spade is starting his count. I’m not sure if he knows what’s going on. Honestly, I don’t.”
One.
William Masters: “Ross has this won. He’s leaving!”
Two.
Jarred Daniels: “Marsham cannot unhook those cords. He’s literally strapped to that table!”
William Masters: “Are you kidding me?”
Three.
Four.
Jarred Daniels: “Oh God. What is he thinking?! Look up at the CombatTron!”
William Masters: “This has all hope of having an awful ending. Chris Ross is climbing the CombatTron. He is making his way up the videotron and—WAIT! Close your eyes Jarred!”
Five.
Six.
Marsham is unable to defend himself and he watches as Chris Ross leaps from the CombatTron – inevitably breaking the ten count – but dishing out a load of hurt.
Jarred Daniels: “TIDAL WAVE SPLASH! HOLY HELL IN A HAND BASKET!”
Chris Ross does just that. He soars! The execution of the Tidal Wave Splash onto Justin Marsham and through the wooden table on the entrance stage looks magnificent! Shards of wood go flying in every which direction and the remnants of Marsham and Ross can be seen amidst the wreckage. Fans rise to their feet and chant in unison.
“Holy Shit!”
Jarred Daniels: “Fans are saying it all. I cannot believe this. Both of these men are pulling out all the stops. Chris Ross is dominating this match now. He is proving to Marsham why this is CZW!”
William Masters: “Of course he is. He told Marsham that in a hardcore match, he would win! All the stops are being pulled because both men have agreed to end this bitter rivalry tonight. How else are they going to do it than the beat the living Hell out of each other? Pull out all the stops! Both know that everything that has happened between them comes down to this match – to this event!”
One.
Two.
Jarred Daniels: “I cannot imagine either man is going to get up from that!”
The count now reaches to four and neither man is in motion.
Five.
Six.
Surprisingly, it is Marsham that is first to emerge from the wooden debris.
Seven.
Ross now follows behind Marsham and reaches a knee.
Eight.
On stable feet, Marsham directs his attention back to Ross.
Nine.
William Masters: “Woah! Close one, but Ross is back up to a vertical base.”
Jarred Daniels: “Justin Marsham and Chris Ross hate each other; and that has never been more evident than now. Both of these men are brawling all over this arena. Neither man is willing to back down from the other. Ross is Hell bent on making Marsham’s life a living Hell. Marsham’s determined to punish Ross for kidnapping his agent Solomon Black, casting him out to the wolves, and all that manipulation.”
William Masters: “It’s just fisticuffs now! Lefts and rights galore!”
Jarred Daniels: “I can’t imagine any of those fists even hurt. These men are tired and that is very visible.”
William Masters: “I don’t think it’ll be long until they get a resurgence of energy. Marsham is physically exhausted and Ross is limping. I’d say they need a lot of energy to mask that pain.”
Jarred Daniels: “Also fans, we’re still waiting to get word on the status of Solomon Black after the situation turned south just before this match begun. As soon as we have news, we’ll let you all know.”
William Masters: “These men are both bloodied and broken, but still fighting tooth and nail. How much more can they take?”
Marsham throws another punch in the same fashion as the past twenty. This time, however, Ross blocks the arm and resorts to hurling Marsham into the ring barrier. The guard rail resounds with a clatter as Marsham contacts the steel hard. But, Ross does not leave him there. He follows suit with a huge rushing knee that lands squarely into Marsham’s face!
Ross wastes no time. He grabs a fist full of Marsham’s black locks and drags him across the floor. Marsham wants to regain control of the match and does whatever in his power to do so. He manages to get to his feet and, shutting out the pain, turns to apply a weak side waist lock. Clumps of hair come free into Ross’ hand as Marsham hauls him over with a side belly to belly suplex!
NO!
Jarred Daniels: “Though Ross is a larger individual, he has displayed a great feat of athleticism. He just completed the rotation and landed on his feet! Marsham’s caught off guard and Ross applies a rear waist lock!”
With the rear waist lock applied, Marsham sends an elbow backwards and catches Ross in the right side of the head. The shot dazes Ross long enough and loosens his grip well enough for Marsham to switch positions. NO! Ross forces Marsham forward instead – a move out of desperation! As a result, Marsham is driven backwards into the ring apron. To remind him of who is in control, Marsham receives a crackling knife edged chop which burns the flesh across his exposed chest.
Jarred Daniels: “What a sound!”
William Masters: “—and there he goes! Marsham is sent into the guard railing again and hard!”
Jarred Daniels: “What is Ross doing?”
William Masters: “He’s peeling back the padding on the floor. He is exposing that concrete!”
In the act of collecting Marsham, Ross wastes no time in setting him up for a suplex. Ross intends to drop Marsham back first across the concrete, but it is Marsham who has other plans. When Ross attempts to haul him upwards, Marsham hooks Ross’ leg – showing great presence of mind – and counters with a swinging neck-breaker! The neck-breaker isn’t as efficient as it could be considering Marsham drops Ross on a stack of floor padding!
Jarred Daniels: “Marsham’s showing that he is a good sport and is helping Ross up to his feet…in a Cobra Clutch! He retains that hold and—WOW! Cobra Clutch leg sweep by Marsham and he slams Ross backwards into the ring barrier!”
William Masters: “Is this ever going to get to the ring? They are teasing us with a possible match in the ring. Right now, it’s just a brawl; and what the Hell does Marsham think he’s doing now?”
Ross remains down and the officials checks on The King Pin, but there is no need for the ten count yet. Ross professes he can continue and he begins to stand. However, Marsham has made his way to the opposite side of the ring area and is taking chairs from the audience.
Jarred Daniels: “These fans appear to be helping Marsham. They are all offering up their seats; and for someone who has professed how much he detests hardcore wrestling, Marsham accepting all of these as weapons. How many chairs do you think he just tossed into the ring?”
William Masters: “I count six.”
The Epitome of Technical Finesse now gathers The King Pin and locks up in a collar-and-elbow. Both men jockey for position, but it is Marsham who wins out and he rolls Ross into the squared circle and promptly follows suit. When Marsham enters the ring, Ross begins to rise – reaching a knee. To cut Ross back down, Marsham dropkicks Ross in the head and returns his attention to the chairs. Two chairs are immediately erected and the seats are pressed together. Marsham takes another chair and wedges it in between the second and third turnbuckle pads. A fourth chair is picked up, but before Marsham can place it somewhere – Ross gets to his feet. Marsham wields the chair, but Ross spears him down without incident.
Jarred Daniels: “Ross is on top of Marsham, basically just pounding those fists into Marsham’s face.”
William Masters: “Marsham turns the tables! He lands a hard elbow and Ross is knocked off!”
Marsham immediately slides out of the ring. Giving chase, Ross follows to the outside. As if it were to lure Ross, Marsham returns to the ring and rolls inside. When Marsham bounds to his feet, Ross returns inside. However, as soon as Ross bounds up to his feet, Marsham sends him flying to the opposite side with an Irish whip.
William Masters: “Tilt-a-Whirl and Wicked Driver II! Marsham drives Ross’ head into the fourth and previously unused chair with the Wicked Driver II!”
Jarred Daniels: “Let the ref count. Oh come’on. Marsham’s just keeping on the offensive. I think we need to get someone out here to make sure these men can continue. They’ve both lost so much blood.”
William Masters: “There’s no killing either of these men. They don’t need blood. Watch it. Marsham’s going to the well again and he whips Ross off to the ropes.”
Jarred Daniels: “Ross off the opposite side. He returns and Marsham catches him—NO! Ross spins out and—what is Ross doing?! He’s just picked him up in an Argentine Backbreaker rack. What a display of strength!”
William Masters: “I know what he’s doing. Watch this Jarred!”
With a full head of steam, Ross launches Marsham like a javelin into the chair that he previously had propped in between the turnbuckle pads. Marsham’s head spears into the seats and he collapses into the canvas with a loud crash! Fans stand as the referee administers the count:
One.
Two.
Marsham pushes the crumpled chair off of his crown.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Managing to get to a knee, Marsham looks to be getting up. However, a vertical stance does not break the count. Instead, Ross does; and he launches a straight knee into the side of Marsham’s skull. The shot looks as if it clearly knocks him out. The official wants to restart the ten count, but Ross is not finished. He drags Marsham up and applies a standing head-scissors. Hauling him upwards, Ross preps Marsham for a powerbomb and turns towards the two propped up chairs Marsham had prepared for earlier. The powerbomb is telegraphed and Marsham stirs.
Jarred Daniels: “This could be bad! Ross with—WAIT! Marsham slips out from his clutches! Marsham behind Ross and there’s a solid elbow to the back of Ross’ head. Ross staggers forward and Marsham slings him backwards and into the turnbuckle!”
William Masters: “I thought for certain Ross would be speaking to those chairs.”
Mounting the turnbuckle, Marsham applies a Hangman’s chokehold and drags Ross upwards. The King Pin’s legs kick wildly as he tries to alleviate the pressure. He gasps for air as Marsham is relentless.
William Masters: “Anything goes! Marsham’s going to knock Ross out by choking him out!”
The choke continues and Ross can do nothing to get free. As the moments pass, Ross fades.
Jarred Daniels: “Marsham’s holding on for dear life. He’s tried taking out Ross’ legs and now he’s trying to make him pass out. Marsham is trying to do whatever he can to win this match; and this might just do it!”
That would be perfect if that were the case. Ross manages to get his feet on the bottom rope and renders Marsham’s choke inadequate. Then – in a single motion – Ross snatches a hold of Marsham’s head and leaps off the ropes, dropping to the canvas on his rear, and pressing Marsham’s chin to the top of his head. What results is a devastating jawbreaker from the top rope!
Holding his jaw, Marsham rolls across the ring and seeks sanctuary. Loud groans can be heard originating from the audience as if the fans feel both men’s agony, especially after that last contact. Ross uses this time to shake off the effects of the choke.
Jarred Daniels: “Great way for Ross to get some relief. I’m more and more impressed with Ross in the ring than ever. Take a look at how he is handling Marsham. He is keeping Marsham on his toes and that’s what’ll guarantee him a victory tonight.”
William Masters: “—and Ross is manipulative outside of the match. That’s what has already secured him this victory tonight. He has Marsham so messed up, I don’t think he knows what is in store for him!”
Using the ropes, Marsham pulls himself up from the canvas. Ross is there waiting for him. A clubbing forearm is shrugged off and Marsham snatches a hold of Ross’ head; and, knowing he cannot take Ross with him, Marsham leaps out over the top rope and snaps Ross’ throat across the top rope!
Jarred Daniels: “Nice move. Marsham’s on the outside and he’s dragging Ross across the ring. What does he have in mind? He’s using that ring post and—YEOW! He just pulled Ross’s crotch into the ring post!”
William Masters: “I feel Ross’ pain! No man should be put through that!”
Jarred Daniels: “Marsham’s not done! He’s locking on the Figure Four Leg Lock around the turnbuckle post!”
Marsham tries to inflict as much damage onto Ross’ legs as possible. It is evident that he sees this as his key to victory. He keeps the hold for only a few seconds, then returns to the squared circle. Ross is having difficulty getting up, but he refuses to stay down. Marsham takes the opportunity to wrench Ross’ left arm. He leads that into a Full Nelson and – mustering all of the strength he can – hauls Ross overhead with a Dragon Suplex!
Jarred Daniels: “We’ve seen this before. Marsham’s proficient with that Dragon Suplex trifecta. He rolls to the side and ROSS WITH A REAR LOW BLOW! Ross reverses and throws Marsham to the ropes.”
William Masters: “BLAM! Ross feeds Marsham the canvas with that flapjack!”
Off the ropes, Ross picks up momentum and drops a knee across Marsham’s face. He rolls to his feet as Marsham grips his nose. Blood has splattered across the canvas and both of these competitors are worn.
William Masters: “Well it’s Ross that’s setting up that chair now. He could probably take a seat and get some rest while Marsham bleeds to death.”
Jarred Daniels: “That’s touching.”
William Masters: “Marsham to his feet and Ross sends him to the ropes. NO! Reversal! Marsham to the ropes. NO! Ross reverses now! Ross with a big boot and Marsham hits the canvas! NO! He slides under that boot and out to the ring apron. Ross turns and Marsham uses those ropes!”
Jarred Daniels: “AIR MARSHAM!”
The Springboard Clothesline looks to be dead on target! Soaring through the air, Marsham receives a face full of Jamaican Jerk! The power strikes his face and blinds him. When he should be connecting with a clothesline, Marsham instead is caught in The King Pin’s clutches and—
Jarred Daniels: “—WIPE OUT THROUGH THE CHAIR!”
William Masters: “Marsham has just been laid to rest. Good night!”
The count begins:
One.
Jarred Daniels: “There’s just no coming back from that. Did you see the velocity Marsham hit that chair with?”
Two.
Three.
Jarred Daniels: “Four.”
William Masters: “Five! I seriously cannot believe that this match is five seconds from being over.”
Six.
Somehow, someway – Marsham is awake. He moves slowly and struggles to get to a knee let alone his feet.
Seven.
Eight.
He can only get to a knee and Ross looks pleased – now towering over Marsham as if he has already won the match.
Nine.
Jarred Daniels: “TEN! Good Lord! What a match and—it’s continuing! How did Marsham get to his feet? He just sprung up and he’s needing to use the ropes for support!”
William Masters: “That’s as close as they come. I still can’t believe Marsham got up from that. Look at that chair. Hell, think about it. Marsham has been driven through two tables, been the victim of a Tidal Splash off the top of the CombatTron, and has been hit with The Wipeout through a steel chair! How was I to know he’d get up? He should be dead now!”
Jarred Daniels: “Ross knows that and he looks irate. He is sizing Marsham up. He found a lot of success at the beginning of the night with his version of the Roaring Elbow and he looks to do it again. Ross winds up and Marsham turns. NO! Marsham drops to a knee and lands a HUGE drop-kick on Ross knee AGAIN! Ross buckles and Marsham hurls him over the top rope and onto the floor!”
William Masters: “I’ve got to be honest. That was a good move by Marsham. It’s going to give him the time to rest. It looks like he needs it!”
The count is applied on Ross and Marsham watches from inside the ring.
One.
Two.
Ross begins to stand, but is having some difficulty. It now becomes evident that he landed on the mound of padding that he had pulled up earlier – so it has saved his hide a second time on the night.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Jarred Daniels: “Six. Ross looks spent from that tumble down to the floor, but I can’t imagine Marsham’ll win like this.”
Seven.
Before the eighth count, Ross returns to a vertical base. However, Marsham is ready for him and uses the ropes and slings himself outside and onto Ross. NO! Ross catches him! REVERSAL! Marsham swings his body, the rotation carrying with it Chris Ross, and—
Jarred Daniels: “—TORNADO ASSASSINATION DDT!!”
William Masters: “From out of nowhere and Marsham just spiked Ross’ head into the exposed concrete!”
Once again, “Holy Shit” chants originate from the audience.
Jarred Daniels: “There’s no coming back from that!”
The count begins for both men:
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Justin Marsham returns to his feet using the ring apron’s skirting for assistance.
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Five.
Chris Ross moves, but it looks more like muscle spasms than anything.
Six.
Jarred Daniels: “Seven.”
William Masters: “Eight—and Ross is somehow getting up.”
Nine.
Jarred Daniels: “Will it be in time though? That’s a big—NO! Marsham breaks the ten count and lands a straight kick right into the side of Ross’ head! That could’ve been it! That could’ve been the end!”
William Masters: “It wouldn’t have been. Ross was nearly there!”
Jarred Daniels: “Marsham rolls Ross back into the ring and it looks like he plans to finish it. He kicks that crumpled chair into the middle of the ring and he drags Ross into the center. Could we see another Assassination DDT? I can’t imagine that Ross’ head can take much more trauma.”
William Masters: “Chris Ross will soon be added to the list just beneath John F. Kennedy. Damn it Ross, come back to life!”
The front face chancery is secured and Marsham signals for the end. The Assassination DDT is on its way; and Chris Ross withdraws an item from his boot! The kitchen shears taken from Psyko Steve’s locker are seen and just before Marsham is to execute his move, Ross jabs the scissors into Marsham’s gut. The Epitome of Technical Finesse howls as the scissors strike and he drops backwards, executing the Assassination DDT anyhow and driving Ross’ head into the steel chair!
Jarred Daniels: “Oh my Lord, did Ross just stab Marsham!?”
William Masters: “I think he did.”
The count is made for both men.
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Two.
Jarred Daniels: “Neither man is getting up. Ross looks to be out cold and Marsham’s bleeding profusely from his stomach. Those kitchen shearers are still partially in his gut. Can’t tell how bad the wound is from here though.”
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William Masters: “Five.”
Jarred Daniels: “Six—and still no movement. Both competitors remain down.”
Seven.
EIGHT!
Only one man begins to stir, but it looks as if it is getting too late.
NINE!
Jarred Daniels: “Ross is getting up!”
TEN!
William Masters: “That’s it! It’s over!”
Jarred Daniels: “The ten count sounds and Ross has not even got to a knee. He holds his bloodied head and it does not even look like he knows that the match has ended. IT’S A DRAW! That’s the third draw between the two; and what a way to end a feud. These men have to admit that they are equals.”
William Masters: “No Contest! But, look at who’s standing! Chris Ross is up. This match may be over, but only one of them is standing! He’s now realized that the match is over, but he’s looking damn happy about how it ended.”
Jarred Daniels: “I don’t even want to look at Chris Ross’ face right now. EMTs are out there checking on Justin Marsham. He doesn’t appear to be moving, but medics are assisting at getting him out of the ring. When we hear what damages have been done, we’ll let you know. In the mean time, let’s go to another segment or a preview of the next match.”
William Masters: “Why not? He’s pleased at what carnage he made. He’s damn good. What’d you expect?!”
Jarred Daniels: “This match may have ended in a draw, but it’s more like Chris Ross won. This just makes me sick to my stomach.”
William Masters: “Are you seriously defending Justin Marsham? He’s just as much of a dastardly ass.”
Jarred Daniels: “I’m not defending anyone. This whole situation is what makes me sick!”
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-=- IRON MAN MATCH -=-
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Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an IRON MAN match, set for 60 minutes!!”
“Symphony of Destruction” cranks out through the arena and the crowd, somewhat surprisingly, bursts into a loud ovation as Maynard O’Toole steps out onto the stage, sledgehammer in hand. He pauses at the top of the ramp, coolly regarding the fans before making his way to the ring.
Towers: “Introducing first, hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina, ‘the O.G.T.,’ MAYNARD O’TOOLE!!”
Maynard smacks his hammer on the steps before striding up them, stepping between the ropes and posing on the middle turnbuckle. He points the sledge towards the entrance ramp, hopping down and making his way to the far corner, setting the hammer down and leaning against the turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” plays and the fans give a deafening chorus of boos as Jesse Montana takes the stage. He struts out with his trademark smirk, chomping away at his gum while he poses, soaking in the reaction.
Towers: “And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, he is ‘the Sensation,’ JESSE MONTANA!!”
Jesse takes his sweet time making his way down to ringside, strutting up the steps and through the ropes. He poses in the ring as a brilliant pyro explodes, only seeming to ire the fans even more. He smiles over at Maynard who stares daggers back at him, and then casually reclines in the opposite corner from his opponent.
Towers: “And, introducing the special guest referee….”
A familiar tune begins to play and out walks the owner of CZW, Brian Damage! Jesse does not look happy in the least as Jessica announces him as the referee, but Maynard grins broadly, clapping his hands dramatically while looking right at Montana.
Daniels: “Brian Damage is the referee for the ironman match! This should be VERY interesting!”
Masters: “This should be very CROOKED, you mean. Everyone knows that Damage has it out for Montana!”
Daniels: “Well, whatever your opinion is, he IS the referee, and he’s just called for the bell!”
*ding-ding!*
Daniels: “Montana immediately jaw-jacking Damage as the two competitors head to the center of the ring. There’s the collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Montana drives forward pinning O’Toole into the corner. Damage yells at Jesse to break the hold and…he breaks it cleanly! Jesse smirks as he struts away from the corner. I think everyone expected a cheap-shot!”
Masters: “You’re all just delusional. Jesse Montana is a technical wizard! He has no need of dirty tactics to win.”
Daniels: “….right. Back to the center again and they lock-up, and now O’Toole drives Montana back to the corner. Damage calls for the break-up and O’Toole breaks cleanly! OH, until that sharp right hand, that is!”
Masters: “Now who’s the cheater??”
Daniels: “You could argue that Montana has this coming! Maynard O’Toole rocking Montana in the corner with right hand after right hand… He steps back and DRILLS ‘the Sensation,’ knocking him down to the floor!”
Masters: “Where’s the ref on that one!? This is clearly favoritism!”
Daniels: “Moving on…”
Masters: “Don’t ignore me!”
Daniels: “Maynard picks Montana up and whips him back into the corner, following in with a heavy clothesline! Montana staggers out of the corner and O’Toole measures him up, and takes him down with a bulldog headlock! The fans here are firmly behind ‘the O.G.T.’ here!”
Masters: “Must be because they like cheaters! Hey, cover! Kick out, Jesse!!”
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Daniels: “Near fall there, but Montana up after two. Maynard lifting Jesse to his feet, sending him to the ropes with an Irish whip. He sizes him up on the return and throws a huge roundhouse kick!! Montana ducks behind him!!”
Masters: “And connects with a BRUTAL German suplex! What a move!! O’Toole rolls over onto his stomach as Jesse sits up, shaking loose the cobwebs. He gets to his feet as Maynard staggers up…and nails a picture-perfect spinning neckbreaker!”
Daniels: “Jesse Montana has seized the momentum here, now rolling O’Toole over and stomping hard to the back of the knee! He grabs the ankle and lifts him up by the leg, stomping the knee back down to the mat! This could spell trouble for ‘the O.G.T.’! Damage keeping an eye on Jesse who seems to be almost taunting him, now draping Maynard’s ankle over the bottom rope. He springs up off the middle rope and crashes down onto Maynard’s knee with all of his weight! Damage yelling at Jesse to get off the ropes, but he completely ignores him and drives down onto the knee a second time!!”
Masters: “A perfect strategy by ‘the Sensation!’ Pick apart the leg and keep O’Toole grounded, nullifying his power-game! Jesse now rolling to the outside…he’s got Maynard’s leg and he’s dragging him closer to the ring-post! I love it!!”
Daniels: “Brian yells at Jesse to stop but Montana feigning that he can’t hear him! He flings O’Toole’s leg against the ring-post! Maynard in all sorts of pain, clutching that knee! Jesse reaches back and grabs the leg again. He’s going to do it one more time, it seems! NO! Maynard jerks his leg back suddenly, and Jesse just ate the ring-post!!”
Masters: “How the hell did he manage that! It has to be Damage cheating for him somehow!”
Daniels: “Seriously, what are you smoking? Jesse staggers from the corner but manages to keep his footing. O’Toole struggles to his feet, using the ring ropes to help stand. As you can see on the timer we’re nearly 7 minutes in now and the falls are tied at 0 each!”
Masters: “Montana back in and he goes after O’Toole, stomping at the leg! That’s right, Jesse, keep the attack on that wounded limb! Montana dragging O’Toole away from the ropes and locks in the figure four!!”
Daniels: “Montana is in complete control with this submission hold! Maynard frantically reaching for the ropes as Damage asks if he wants to quit. It might not even be a bad idea as this is an ironman match. He could end up hurting his chances in the long run, the longer he stays in this hold! O’Toole however, is clawing his way to the ropes…and he finally makes it! Damage yelling at Montana to break the hold, but he ignores him!!”
Masters: “Hey! Damage just yanked Jesse’s leg! He can’t do that!”
Daniels: “He’s the referee and Montana was not respecting his officiating! Jesse up and he glares right at Damage, face to face. Montana grabs O’Toole’s leg and pulls him back into the center of the ring, staring pointedly at the guest referee as he moves to lock in the figure four again! He turns an-INSIDE CRADLE!!”
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*ding-ding!*
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the first fall, MAYNARD O’TOOLE!!”
Masters: “What the HELL!?”
Daniels: “It looks like Jesse is just as surprised as you are, William! Maynard O’Toole with the reversal to the figure-four, rolling up ‘the Sensation’ and scoring the first fall in this ironman match!! Jesse continues to yell at Damage, claiming a fast count, but Brian isn’t having any of it! Finally Jesse turns back to his opponent and-MAYNARD WITH A LARIAT!! Jesse flips backwards and lands face-first on the mat after that clothesline!! O’Toole rolls him over and goes for the cover again!! This could be a quick 2-0 lead!!”
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Masters: “Look how much slower that count was!!”
Daniels: “You’re just making it up, now. Maynard hobbles to his feet, lifting Montana up and…FULL NELSON SLAM!! Cover!!”
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---Jesse got the foot on the ropes!
Masters: “And Damage looked like he wanted to count anyway! I told you, he can’t be trusted!”
Daniels: “He stopped the count, didn’t he? O’Toole limping a bit, still trying to work the feeling back into his leg. He pulls Montana up and looks to be going for a powerbomb! REVERSAL!! HURRICANRANA!! Jesse holds on for the pin!!”
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*ding-ding!*
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the second fall, JESSE MONTANA!!”
Masters: “OBVIOUS hesitation there, but Montana held on anyway!!”
Daniels: “And we’re tied at 1-1! Montana gets in Damage’s face yet again, actually shoving him this time! Damage getting right back in Jesse’s face, showing off the referee shirt! Like it or not, he IS the official in this match! Jesse shoves him again and turns back to O’Toole, grabbing him as he stands and taking him down with a Russian leg-sweep!”
Masters: “Montana now heading up top, now…leaping off with the diving elbow!! IT CONNECTS!! PIN!!”
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Daniels: “Jesse pounds the floor in frustration, screaming at Brian Damage, the two now yelling back and forth as Montana pick O’Toole off the floor. Maynard though catches Montana off-guard with a STUN-GUN!! Both men are groggy on the mat now! They’re taking eachother to the limit in this match-up, that’s for certain! Finally, they stir, both making it to their feet, trading punches! Montana grabs Maynard and lifts him up…inverted atomic drop! No, O’Toole blocks! DDT!! Again, Maynard moving slowly, but Jesse appears to be out. Maynard pulls Jesse up and locks in a dragon sleeper!!”
Masters: “Jesse is struggling to get free of the hold, but Maynard must be pulling his hair or something! He can’t break free!!”
Daniels: “Maynard has it cinched, but…Jesse with a knee to the head! And another! Maynard breaks the hold, a dizzy look on his face! Jesse bounds off the ropes and dives with a flying body press! Pin!!”
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Daniels: “Jesse angrily works his way to his feet, grabbing O’Toole as he rises and hitting a suplex! He rolls it over and hit’s another! Again the rolls over and-O’Toole reverses! JACKHAMMER!! The cover!!”
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Daniels: “Yet another near fall there! Maynard now pulling Jesse to his feet, he pulls him up into a fireman’s carry! This could be the Third Eye! No, Jesse drops down behind him…Lifts him up in an electric chair and-MONTANA BAY!! Damage with the count!!
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-3-NO!! Maynard rolls up the shoulder!! The fans go ballistic!!
Daniels: “Montana to his feet and now he’s nose to nose with Brian Damage one more time! Damage shoves him! Jesse glares and turns back to Mayna-MONTANA EXPRESS!! JESSE MONTANA DROPS BRIAN DAMAGE WITH THE MONTANA EXPRESS!!”
Masters: “Look out, Maynard! SLEDGEHAMMER!!”
Daniels: “Jesse turns right into a sledge to the FACE!! He’s down and out, but there is no referee!! Maynard is now trying to revive Damage as the clock winds down! OH!! KARL JACKSON, OUT OF NOWHERE!! The Jackal is picking apart Maynard, savagely assaulting him! He locks in the JACKAL LOCK!! Maynard writhes in pain as Jackson torques the ankle and-wait, here comes…’BAD ASS’ MATT COVEY!!”
Masters: “Oh, SHIT!”
Daniels: “Covey hits the ring and tears Jackson down with a huge clothesline!! He turns to Montana and pulls him to his feet, smirking right in his face before he shoulders him…BLOWING OUT YOUR BRAINS!! ‘Bad Ass’ back to his feet and…PUNTS the Jackal right in the head!! The fans are fully behind Matt Covey as he comes out of nowhere to aid his stablemate!!”
Masters: “This is crap! This is-OH MY GOD!!”
Daniels: “COVEY WITH THE BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!! TO O’TOOLE!!! I can’t believe it! The fans can’t believe it, either!! Now…Covey…drags Montana over to Maynard! We’ve got literally 30 seconds left in this match! NO!”
Masters: “YEAH!!”
-Covey drapes Montana over Maynard and then grabs Damage by the back of the neck, glaring at him and throwing him next to them. With a fearful look to Covey, Damage makes the count!-
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*ding-ding-ding!*
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the third fall…and now the match, ‘the Sensation,’ JESSE MONTANA!!”
Daniels: “I…can’t believe this…”
Masters: “I love this! Best match ever!!”
-In the ring, Covey hauls Montana to his feet by the arm, and grabs Karl’s arm as he staggers back over…and then raises them both slowly, a wicked glare on his face. The Jackal slowly smirks, a sadistic grin and Jesse holds his head in pain, but he is all smiles as “For Whom the Bell Tolls” plays out, the entire arena standing and jeering the events that have transpired. A few cups and bits of garbage get thrown into the ring as the trio stand defiantly over the fallen and betrayed Maynard O’Toole.
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The camera cuts backstage to the Team XTC locker room, and the crowd is cheering at the very sight of the logo, a much happier sound than the previous array of booing due to more antics from the hated General Manager. The cameraman opens the door, and we find Ace King, El Pablo, and Krimzon Blaze huddled together inside the room, each man in an almost trance or prayer-like state. Ace takes a deep breath and addresses his brethren.
Ace King: Guys, take it from me when I say that this is the chance of a lifetime, so go all out, take the chances you've never dared to take before, because the last thing you want to do is get knocked out of this match regretting the chances you never took.
Ace takes another momentary pause for a deep breath before continuing on.
Ace King: Dear Lord, regardless of what happens out there tonight, may the three of us remain the tightest of brothers at the end of the evening. We have something special here, and although it is every man for himself, may the spirit of our brethren remain within us during this match.
Krimzon Blaze: And for the countless endorsements and our very awesome fanbase, We pray in your name God that you bless us with an awesome moveset along with defeating those that have stabbed us in the back... We thank you for all that you've given us.
El Pablo: And.. with your guidance.. may our enemies crash, burn and bleed, as the Five Star Superstar once again scales the ladder to become TWO TIME World Heavyweight Champion! Who's got me up top!?
El Pablo stands upright, and raises a hand high above his head, looking for a high five from his stablemates. All he gets, however, are a couple of confused, somewhat icy stares.
El Pablo: ..and XTC-4-Lyf, Brothers-in-Arms, Lion-Leo.. heh..
El Pablo grins sheepishly at his team-mates.
Krimzon Blaze: XTC will overcome any obstacle in our way to pursue the ultimate goal at the end, The World Title. I will finally realize my dream becoming the Ultimate Underdog World Heavyweight Champion.
Krimzon Blaze opens one eye looking at Ace, and then El Pablo, who both just stare intently. Ace takes a deep breath before speaking once more.
Ace King: Everything that we've needed to say has been said. Now, all we can do is say "May the best man win". May God have mercy on us for the things we must do in order to reach the top of the Tower.
An almost eerie silence envelopes the room, and the three competitors each take a deep breath before leaving their locker room. They leave the XTC room as teammates and brothers, but within minutes, they will be individuals once more. The camera cuts back to stage.
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
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"Clown" by KoRn is playing in the background as the whole arena focuses on the gigantic cage construction
TOWERS: "This match is your main event of the evening and it is the eight man Tower of Power for the CZW World Heavyweight title!"
The crowd cheers loudly
TOWERS: "With the competitors already in the pyramid, allow me to make introductions."
TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Birmingham, Alabama... weighing in at 260 pounds... he is the current CZW World Television champion... RONNIE McNEIL!"
Half the crowd cheer, half the crowd boo
TOWERS: "Introducing second... hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at 205 pounds... he is the current CZW Intercontinental champion and a member of Team XTC... The Gambler... ACE KING!"
The crowd cheer crazily
TOWERS: "Introducing third... hailing from Portsmouth, England... weighing in at 205 pounds... A former CZW World Heavyweight, Global Tag Team, and X-Division champion... A member of Team XTC... The Five Star Superstar... EL PABLO!"
The crowd continue to cheer
TOWERS: "Introducing fourth... hailing from Seattle, Washington... weighing in at 205 pounds... A former CZW X-Division champion... A member of the Whole Damn Show... Rated E For Everyone... EDDIE ROWAN!"
Half the crowd cheer, half the crowd boo
TOWERS: "Introducing fifth... hailing from Orlando, Florida... weighing in at 235 pounds... a former CZW Intercontinental champion... The Jackal... KARL JACKSON!"
The crowd boo heavily
TOWERS: "Introducing sixth... hailing from Houston, Texas... weighing in at 215 pounds... he is the current reigning and defending CZW World Heavyweight champion... The Human Highlight Reel... ERIC COLLUM!"
The crown continue to boo
TOWERS: "Introducing seventh... hailing from Sydney, Australia... weighing in at 225 pounds... a former CZW World Television and World Tag Team champion... SHAWN WATERS!"
The boos continue
TOWERS: "And introducing eighth... hailing from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in at 195 pounds... a former CZW X-Division and World Tag Team champion... a member of Team XTC... The Aerial Specialist... KRIMZON BLAZE!"
The crowd cheers loudly
DANIELS: "The Tower of Power is officially under way, all four referees have checked their assigned matches' entrants! This Pyramid of unforgiving steel is very intimidating if I do say so myself!"
MASTERS: "So how do the refs getting eliminated?"
DANIELS: "Ba-what?"
MASTERS: "Well the winners of the matches move on, the losers are done, we don't need four refs in the second round only two. So how do they get eliminated?"
DANIELS: "I-I... they don't fight it out, William, Darrin Powers has had the matches assigned for days. Oh, they're calling for the bell!"
MASTERS: "We're not going to be able to call this one folks, you'll just have to watch for yourselves!"
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Shawn and Blaze immediately go after each other, their feud well documented over the last few weeks. They each are throwing haymakers at each other, neither man taking the initial charge. Cheap tactic from Shawn, and a thumb to the eye. He grabs KB in a headlock and flips him over with a takedown. K-Blaze immediately flings his legs onto Shawn's head, causing him to release his hold. They both stand up, and K-Blaze kicks Shawn hard in the ribs! Again! Shawn does his best to block the blows, but it's not enough. Standing dropkick from KB, and the crowd is loving it. KB grabs Shawn by the hair and picks him up. He positions Shawn and leaps to the ropes.... springboard DDT! The first cover of the match!
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KB's on a roll as he picks Shawn up and nails him with a series of European uppercuts and punches. He throws him to the ropes. Blaze with a leapfrog. The rebound, and Blaze nails Shawn with a whiplash-like hurricanrana! The crowd is cheering Blaze on as he is on fire. Shawn crawls over to a corner and begins pulling himself up. K-Blaze takes notice, and then takes off... Running boot in the corner! He then lifts up on the second turnbuckle and punches Shawn in the head eight times, as the crowd chants along with the count. As he goes for a ninth, however, Shawn grabs his legs from under him, takes a few steps, and slams him down with a power bomb! Blaze holds his back, as Shawn is still dazed and on his knees. Shawn crawls over to Blaze and makes a cover.
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Shawn questions the referee, this match's being Wyatt Lewis, but quickly turns his attention back on KB. He kicks Blaze hard in the head, and begins to yell out at him. He picks him up and positions him... Tiger backbreaker! The crowd gasp as Shawn begins to systematically work on KB's lower back. He kicks at it, he punches at it, all the while yelling at KB. He picks him up and nails him with a Tigerbomb, holding on for the pinfall attempt!
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Shawn is furious, yelling to Wyatt about a slow count. He picks up Blaze and throws him to the ropes. Blaze ducks the clothesline. On the rebound, Blaze looks for a flying forearm but Shawn judges it and slams down to the mat before Blaze can connect. Blaze lands on the mat, face first. Shawn stands up, and points to his temple, telling everyone how smart he is. He grabs KB and kicks him hard in his lower back. The crowd is booing him, but he seems to revel in it. He grabs KB and nails him with a one handed bulldog. He goes for another cover.
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Shawn slams the mat in frustration. He picks up KB and nails him with a series of forearms to the face. He slams him down with a bodyslam. He points to the ropes with a devious smile on his face. He runs and springboards, looking for Saulty Waters... but KB gets his knees up, and Shawn's exposed ribs land hard on them! Both men slowly get up, and when they do KB kicks Shawn in the gut... he locks him up... Spinning headlock elbow drop! The crowd is chanting "KB! KB! KB!" as he looks out to them, in pain but appreciating the support. He then looks over to the corner and quickly makes his way there and to the top turnbuckle. He measures Shawn... he leaps.... SHOOTING STAR LEGDROP!! The cover!
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The crowd is surprised that Shawn kicked out, letting out a unified groan. KB questions the ref himself. He picks up Shawn and nails him with another European uppercut. He then leaps up on Shawn's shoulders, spins around, and rolls forward, putting Shawn in a Victory Roll!
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KB stands up, and Shawn is still on his knees. KB kicks Shawn hard in the hard with a stiff right foot! Shawn falls back on his back, and KB runs to the ropes... springboards... corkscrew springboard senton! He doesn't go for the cover though, as he goes back to the top turnbuckle. He positions, and leaps out for a 450 Splash... but Shawn rolls out of the way and KB nails only mat! Shawn immediately kicks KB's lower back and grabs his head and legs. He puts his knees on KB's back and rolls back, putting KB in a bow-and-arrow submission. Lewis is asking KB if he wants to give up, KB with an extreme amount of pain showing on his face. He refuses, however. Shawn pulls harder, making KB yell out, but he still does not give up. Shawn decides to let go, rolling forward again. He stands up and picks KB up. He turns him around, grabs him.. and nails a German suplex! He holds the move for a pinfall attempt.
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Shawn has a look of amazement on his face, as he holds up three fingers to Wyatt. He then grabs KB and kicks him hard in the shoulder. He picks him up, positions him, and hits another powerbomb! He doesn't cover though, as he grabs KB's legs... the crowd is electric... and he turns him over, placing him in the Waterboard! KB screams out as Shawn locks in this deadly elevated Boston crab. Wyatt in place, asking KB who is refusing with all his strength and heart. He reaches up for the ropes, as Shawn tries to block it. He inches closer...
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No, Shawn drags him back to the center of the ring, and locks it on even tighter! KB screams out, fighting with all of his might... He reaches for the ropes again, but they're too far away.... he reaches... the crowd is behind him all the way...
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He reaches... and he taps! KB TAPS!!
* ding ding ding *
KB tried with all his heart and soul, but that dreaded Waterboard was too much and now not only does Shawn advance to the second round, he's got a win over his one time best friend, now turned bitter rival! Shawn talks some trash before he ascends to the second level of the Tower. KB looks pissed, and everyone doubts this is the last we'll see of these two skilled athletes going one on one.
ADVANCING TO THE SECOND ROUND: Shawn Waters!
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The World Heavyweight Champion locks up with the World Television Champion. Neither man take a clear advantage, as they stumble over to a corner. The referee of this one, Darrin Powers, seperates them. As they were letting go, though, Eric slaps Ronnie across the face with disdain and disrespect. It lights a fire under Ronnie who pushes Darrin out of the way and lays into Collum. Collum tries to protect himself, but Ronnie proves too much with a stiff knee to the chest. Ronnie grabs Eric and nails him with a vertical suplex. He picks him up and throws him to the ropes... but no, Eric reverses. Eric backs up a little bit. As Ronnie is running towards him, he ducks down and..
* CRASH *
Eric back body drops Ronnie right into the cage wall! Eric backed up on purpose. Ronnie crashes down, and Eric smiles to himself. He goes and picks Ronnie up, and nails a series of forearms to his forehead. He kicks Ronnie in the gut, and nails a quick Twist of fate! The cover attempt.
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Ronnie is dazed, but not out of it. Eric gets back up, and kicks Ronnie hard in the ribs. Ronnie on his hands and knees, Eric flips over and rolls him up in a Magistral cradle!
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Eric back up and grabs Ronnie, bodyslamming him. He then goes up to the nearest top turnbuckle, and smirks to the crowd. He leaps... and nails a a Swanton bomb! He goes for another pin.
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Eric, a little frustrated, gets back up and kicks Ronnie. He picks him up and positions him for a German suplex. Ronnie counters, and turns it around! Ronnie holds on the waistlock, but Eric is blocking the move. Ronnie nails a few hard forearms to Eric's back. He grabs Eric and nails a half nelson suplex! Eric is right back up, but Ronnie anticipated it and nails him with a modified T-Bone suplex! Ronnie goes for the cover.
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Ronnie questions the ref, but goes right back to work on Eric as he drops a few punches to the back of his skull. He picks him up and throws him to the ropes. He bends down for a back body drop, but Eric stops and kicks him hard in the chest. Ronnie is stunned, and Eric is in pain but he goes back to the ropes... and nails Ronnie with a running lariat, sending him down to the mat. Eric drops a legdrop across his throat, grimacing. He turns around and covers him.
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Eric is back up, and grabs Ronnie by the head. He picks him up and chops him hard across the chest. Ronnie responds right away with a chop of his own. They go back and forth, chopping each other's chests, and Eric's is now visibly red. Ronnie takes charge and nails a few chops without retort. He kicks Eric in the gut. Snap DDT! Eric sprung back so hard off the mat, he twisted and landed on his back. Ronnie is a little surprised at the reactions he is getting. He picks up Eddie and slams him back down with a bodyslam. He makes his way over to a corner and climbs up. He positions himself, and starts measuring... He leaps... diving elbowdrop, landing perfectly on Eric's chest! The cover!
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Ronnie is frustrated, slapping the mat. He picks up Eric and nails a chop. He throws him to the ropes... Eric ducks the lariat and stops... Ronnie comes running back... superkick to the jaw of Ronnie! Both men fall to the mat and lay there. Eric stirs first, and crawls over to Ronnie... he lacklusterly lays an arm over Ronnie's chest.
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They lay still a little longer before both men climb to their feet. They sluggishly begin throwing punches and kicks at each other. Eric blatantly slaps Ronnie.. but Ronnie immediately returns it. Ronnie kicks Eric in the gut and nails a stiff European uppercut. He grabs Eric from behind... Full nelson slam! Another cover attempt!
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Ronnie shows frustration, as he questions the ref. He picks Eric up and slams him hard into a corner. He chops him a few times before picking him up and placing him on the top rope. Ronnie smirks out to the crowd with a cockiness only he can protude. He climbs up the corner, before Eric begins fighting him off. Eric punches him squarely in the face! Ronnie falls backwards, and lands right on his back. Eric gets up and stands on the turnbuckle... He leaps... SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!
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The crowd is electric, as they thought that was the end of it. Eric nails a few sluggish forearms to Ronnie's face as he picks him up. Kick to the gut. Eric runs to the ropes... springboards... Asai moonsault onto a standing Ronnie! They roll with the move, with Eric on top.
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Eric is determined now, as he picks Ronnie back up. Forearm smash. Another. Ronnie answers with a few of his own. Both men are staggering. Ronnie takes control. Kick to the gut, and Ronnie runs to the ropes. He leaps, looking for a flying forearm.. but Eric answers with a dropkick mid-air! Ronnie's chest collided with Eric's boots, and Ronnie grasps his chest as he falls. Eric is sluggishly back up and lays a few boots down on Ronnie. He picks him back up. Kick to the gut. Eric positions him.... lifts him up, over his back.. The crowd is hushed, knowing what's next....
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COLLUMBINE!! RONNIE LANDS RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK!!! Eric covers!
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* ding ding ding *
The World Champion has defeated the TV Champion, advancing to the second round in hopes of successfully retaining his World Heavyweight strap. He looks down at Ronnie, coldly but exhausted. Ronnie is laid out. Eric takes a few moments, before walking to the corner and climbing up to the second level.
ADVANCING TO THE SECOND ROUND: Eric Collum
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The Jackal immediately kicks Ace in the gut, and nails a series of forearms to his back. The referee of this one is Stephanie D. She stands by as Karl picks up Ace and slams him down with a bodyslam. He goes to pick him back up, but Ace kicks him hard in the head as he does. Ace is back up and grabs The Jackal. He grabs him back the neck and SLAMS him hard into the steel wall, face first! Karl stumbles backwards, holding his face. Ace grabs him again and takes him to the other side of the ring... and -SLAM- again smashing Karl into the cage wall! The Jackal has been busted open on his forehead, in less than a minute of the match. Ace grabs him and begins a series of rough punches to the head of Karl. He picks him back up and throws him to the ropes. Stiff lariat on the rebound, and Karl is knocked down to the mat. Ace lands a well placed legdrop and stays with it for the cover.
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Ace is back up, and quickly back to work on Jackson's forehead. He nails three elbows to it, before picking Karl all the way up. He throws him to the ropes, but Karl ducks the lariat this time. On the rebound, Ace tries to leapfrog.. but a bloody Jackal grabs him, and nails him with a overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Jackal yells out at the crowd to shut up and grabs Ace by the neck.
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Karl slams Ace into the cage wall. He grabs him from behind as he falls back... Dragon suplex with a bridge!
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A bloody Jackal gets back up and stomps a few boots down on Ace's back. He picks him up, and throws him to the ropes. Ace ducks the lariat. On the rebound, and both men nail each other with devestating lariats! Each man down on the mat, trying to catch their bearings. Jackal is leaving a bloodstain on the mat as blood spills from his forehead. Both men slowly get up at the same time. They begin a sluggish back and forth of punches, and Karl kicks Ace in the gut. He turns him around, looking for a German suplex, but Ace blocks it and nails Karl hard with a back elbow. He twists around and gets behind Karl... full nelson... Ace answers Karl with his own bridging dragon suplex!
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Both men, again, laying on the mat. Neither stir right away, but Ace is first up. He grabs Jackal and picks him up. Kick to the gut, and Ace locks Karl up... reverse neckbreaker! Ace walks over to the corner and climbs up the to the top. He looks out to the crowd who is way behind him. He's calling for a flying headbutt, and leaps.... but Karl moves! Ace lands face first on the mat, apparently taking a little too long to execute. Karl is barely back up, and drops an elbow to the back of Ace. He sluggishly stands back up, wearing a crimson mask, and kicks at Ace. He grabs Ace by the head and picks him up. Snap suplex. he holds onto the move, twists over, and lands a second snap suplex. He goes for a third... but Ace rolls him up into a cradle!
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Jackal kicks out, and sees his blood all over Ace's body. He kicks him hard in the gut again as he was getting up. He positions him... piledriver! He then turns him over on his back, and positions him... and Karl has Ace locked up in a half Indian Deathlock submission! The ref is there checking on Ace, who is cringing in pain but refusing to give up. He reaches for the ropes... and he gets them, as they were close to begin with. Karl doesn't release the hold until the fifth count, however. Stephanie admonishes Karl, who couldn't care less. He nods and then picks Ace back up. Hard chop to the chest. He throws him to the ropes... powerful lariat from Karl! He doesn't go for the cover, as he picks Ace back up. He irish whips Ace to the corner, and hard. He walks in and kicks a few times at Ace's stomach before lifting him up and placing him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up with him, punching at Ace along the way. He locks on, and goes for a superplex. Ace blocks it, punching at Karl's side. Karl punches him back and tries again, and again it's blocked. Ace hits a series of punches to Karl, which dazes him and he falls back to the mat, albeit still standing up. Ace kicks him square in the face! Ace grabs Karl's head and pulls him closer to the corner.... he leaps.... sunset flip bomb from the top turnbuckle! The pin!
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The crowd is amazed that Karl kicked out. Ace is as well. Ace grabs his legs and quickly turns him over... Boston crab locked in. Ace wrenches back as Karl's wound spills out fresh blood on his cringing face. Ace pulls back, but Karl tells Stephanie no. He shakes his head repeatedly, reaching for the ropes. Ace tries to block it.... but Karl gets the bottom rope, and Ace quickly releases the hold. He kicks Karl hard in the back. He picks him up and tosses him to the ropes.... Roundhouse kick! Ace nails the Full House! He goes for the cover.
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Ace is frustrated, and picks Karl back up. He kicks him in the gut. He goes and bounces off the ropes, but Karl surprises him with a out-of-nowhere spinebuster! Both men lay on the mat again for a moment. They begin to stir, and get up at the same time. Karl kicks Ace in the gut... Implant DDT! Karl takes a moment to get the strength to go for the cover...
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The crowd is huge into this one, electric with emotion. Both men are laid out again. Karl is the first to sit up, and takes his time standing up. He shakes his head, as if trying to shake the cobwebs, and picks Ace up. He kicks him in the gut. He places his head between his legs, and yells out to the crowd "This is it!" Karl picks him up, turns around, and slams him down with a strong power bomb!
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Ace locks in The All-In!! He has that deadly gogoplata locked on tight and Karl's wound is gushing blood. He cringes and tries hard to move out of it. Thirty seconds pass with him struggling to get out. He pauses...
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AND TAPS OUT! Karl taps Ace's leg, signaling he submits! The crowd is going crazy as Stephanie holds Ace's arm up in victory. Ace looks down at The Jackal for a few moments, who is laying still on the mat. Ace then proceeds to climb up to the second level.
ADVANCING TO THE SECOND ROUND: Ace King!
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In a sign of respect, both men quickly shake hands before they begin to circle each other. The referee of this one is Danny Spade, as he awaits for the men to lock up. They do so, and immediately Eddie slaps on a headlock. EP pushes him to the ropes, and is met with a shoulderblock. EP falls and Eddie runs to the opposite ropes. EP flips over, and Eddie leaps over. On the rebound, El Pablo leaps up and nails a standing dropkick, stunning Rowan. They're both back up and EP kicks him to the gut. He grabs him, positioning... and nails him with a sitout jawbreaker. El Pablo pauses for a moment as the crowd chants "EP! EP! EP!" and picks Eddie back up. He irish whips him hard into the nearest corner. EP comes running in with a high knee to the head. Eddie stumbles out, and EP climbs to the top. He takes a few steps on the rope to his right, and leaps... nailing Eddie with a flying clothesline! El Pablo goes for the cover.
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EP makes sure it wasn't a three count, but quickly picks Eddie up. He kicks him in a gut, and goes for a vertical suplex. He has Eddie up, but Eddie flips out and lands on his feet behind EP. EP turns around, and Eddie nails him with a reverse STO! Eddie picks EP back up and throws him to the ropes. El Pablo runs right into a rolling leglock, Eddie nailing it with marvelous precision. Danny Spade is in place, as Eddie locks the hold in. EP shakes his head no. El Pablo reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, causing Spade to make Eddie break the hold. Eddie is back up and delivers a few stomps to EP before picking him back up. He nails a few forearms to the face, dazing EP. He then runs to the nearest ropes, springboards, and nails a dropkick. Eddie goes for the cover.
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Eddie is back up, and grabs EP by the hair. He nails an inverted atomic drop and then instantly busts out a shining wizard! The Manhattan Drop! Another cover attempt!
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Eddie questions the count. He picks EP back up and throws him to the ropes... but EP reverses. On the rebound, Eddie ducks a clothesline. On the next rebound, EP runs at Eddie and leaps feet first, twisting into a flying head scissors sending Eddie back-of-the-head first into the steel wall! EP sluggishly gets up and picks Eddie up. He chops him hard across the chest. Again. Again. He kicks him in the gut... monkey flip... but Eddie lands on his feet, almost surprised himself. He turns around, and EP nails a leaping lariat, turning him almost inside out. He goes for the cover.
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El Pablo picks Eddie back up and slaps on a headlock. He holds it for a few moments before twisting around Eddie's body and placing a hammerlock on. Eddie looks for a way to get out of it, but EP evades each attempt. EP then lets go only to hit a hard knee to Eddie's kidneys and then, grabbing his head, leaps and nails the bulldog. He gets back up, as a second wind has coursed through his lungs. He runs to the ropes, somersaults, and nails a Rolling Thunder senton onto the back of Eddie. He then locks on a camel clutch. Danny Spade is in place, asking Eddie if he'll quit. He shakes his head no, as EP wrenches on it. Eddie grabs the ropes, forcing EP to let go. EP is back up and picks Eddie up. He irish whips him to the corner. EP comes running in with a splash. He then grabs Eddie and turns him upside down, locking him in a tree of woe. The crowd is electric as EP goes to the opposite end of the ring and starts revving up. EP looks out to the crowd, and then takes off.... nailing a baseball slide to the head of Eddie Rowan! Rowan slumps over onto his face. Pablo plays up to the crowd's reactions. He picks up Eddie, and tosses him back in the corner. He chops him a few times, and sets him on the top. He climbs up with him, looking for a top-rope hurricanrana... but Eddie fights it off, and knocks EP back to his feet. Eddie slaps EP hard and grabs his head... he leaps....
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Tornado DDT! Eddie with the cover!
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Both men stay laid out on the mat, trying to catch their breath. They each begin to crawl to opposite ends of the ring, using the ropes to pull themselves back up to their feet. They look at each other, both determined and calculating... They make their way to their feet, and begin to slowly walk to each other. They get face to face, talking trash but you can tell there's not a tremendous amount of malice in it. Suddenly, Eddie slaps El Pablo in the face. EP immediately returns the favor. EP kicks Eddie in the gut. Cross-armed neckbreaker! As Eddie is laid out, EP goes to the corner and climbs. He motions for the crowd to get behind him. He turns and around leaps...
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TWISTING MOONSAULT
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The crowd chants "EP! EP! EP!" as Eddie is shocked he kicked out. Eddie picks him up.. positions him... Sitout gordbuster! The cover!
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Eddie is back up and picks EP up. He tosses him to the ropes. EP ducks a clothesline! On the rebound... Eddie ducks EP's attempt! The third rebound... Eddie scoops EP up in a fireman's carry! The crowd is a electric! Eddie spins around a few times... then with a show of strength...
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Eddie nails EP with the EVD! The cover!
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Eddie's hand is raised in victory, as most of the crowd cheers for him. He checks on the fallen EP, but once EP says he's okay Eddie leaves him be. He climbs up to the next round.
ADVANCING TO THE SECOND ROUND: Eddie Rowan!
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Daniels: Well what a first round that was folks, action going off everywhere we turn, we had it all, but as you know, it doesn’t stop there.
Masters: Oh yeah the competitors don’t have time to rest, we don’t make it easy for them here in the Combat Zone, this is for the World Heavyweight Championship dammit.
Daniels: All men have just come off brutal contests, and now they have to go again. Eddie Rowan will compete against IC Champ, Ace King we have just heard, two winners from round one, and one the other side, I am sure you have guessed, we have Shawn Waters who defeated his former friend and now rival Krimzon Blaze, and he fights Eric Collum, could he keep his Title reign for a little longer?!
Masters: Well these two have history no doubt, the TV Title has made both these men legends of CZW, and now months later, the World Title is the prize at the end of the tunnel.
Daniels: Yeah or the tower William. And how about Eddie Rowan and Ace King, these two haven’t had many one on one’s that is for sure, we are in for a huge treat there.
Masters: Yeah Ace King may want revenge for his partner, El Pablo, I wanted to see that too, I wanted to see XTC break down.
Daniels: I doubt you would have seen that William. Anyway, the fans are ready, the cage is ready, now both these men will stand 15 feet off the ground, metal surrounding them, let the games begin.
Masters: Tower of Power Two...ROUND TWO!
Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back into the Tower of Power, all four winners from the previous round, SHAWN WATERS and Current CZW World Heavyweight Champion, ERIC COLLUM!
The crowd boo both men, however mixed with cheers for the up-coming contest.
Towers: And on the other side, we have EDDIE ROWAN and ACE KING!
The crowd release huge cheers for the Gambler, and a few chanting Rowan too, both men clearly more popular than the previous two announced. All four men now begin to climb the ladder that leads up to the second stage of the monstrous cell structure, all of them talking trash to their opponents. The lights now gleaming on the cage one again as the music plays.
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**DING DING**
- The bell goes as both men prepare for another contest. The fans are off their seats yet again for both contests. Both Shawn and Eric looking around the arena, eyes glittering as they look down and see the World Title belt. As they circle around each other, they notice how hard the floor is, the steel from the huge three part cage is only slightly covered by a protective surface, both knowing one simple slam could hurt each badly. Both men eventually tie up as the fans on their side cheer.
- Collum quickly gets a headlock on Shawn, applying pressure as Shawn tries to struggle free. Waters quickly lifts him up for a side suplex but Eric kicks his feet off the steel wall as the fans hiss, Collum landing perfectly on his feet as Shawn now turns around only to be hit with a Swinging Neck breaker, his body crashing to the steel floor. Collum stands as he now drops a leg drop down, then quickly drops a second in succession. Collum gets back up as he takes another long glance over at the World Title down below, then goes back to Shawn. Waters though gets a rake of Collum’s eyes as he bent down, Shawn now with a small package.
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- Eric and Shawn get back to their feet as the fans cheer the fast pace action. Collum is quick to react as Shawn bounds towards him, catching him with a arm bar takedown. Eric tries to keep the hold on however Shawn successfully manages to climb to his feet, then hit an elbow in the gut. Eric is compelled to release the hold as Shawn now grabs the head of Collum and runs him into the cage wall-NO Eric gets his foot up to stop him, Eric now plants Shawn’s head into the wall. Shawn stumbles back, after already having a colossal affair with Krimzon earlier in the night, and last week, Shawn is feeling it. Eric Collum then dives up onto the cage and jumps off, Eric now feeling like a spider as he kicks Shawn in mid air, knocking him down.
- Eric manages to still land on his feet as once again, the crowd gasp. Eric goes to pick Shawn up as he does, hitting a European Uppercut as he stands. Eric hit’s a second as Shawn collapses in the corner of the structure. Collum now begins to choke Shawn with his boot, trapping him between his boot and the steel. Eric lets go after a few seconds, now stepping back as he takes a look around, the fans almost willing Eric on to attack Waters. Collum now comes running towards Shawn, but the arrogant Waters was playing possum as he dodges out the way, Eric going spine first into the steel mesh.
- Shawn now gets up, a look of pure anger on his face as he walks towards the Word Champion. The fans seem to be getting on the side of the World Champ, as Shawn begins to viciously start kicking Eric into the corner, stomping on his body. Shawn picks him up as he hit’s a hard right hand, then shoulder barges him back into the mesh, now beginning to choke Eric, the Australian merciless.
‘WATERS SUCKS…WATERS SUCKS…WATERS SUCKS’
- Shawn begins to shout at the part of the crowd who chant this. Meanwhile Eric takes advantage of the distraction as he kicks Shawn straight in the groin. Eric now climbs up, then actually climbs up the mesh, facing the ring, back to the steel. As Shawn crouches over, Eric Collum dives off hitting a half power bomb, half roll up, now getting the cover…
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- Shawn kicks Eric off the pin as both men begin once again to climb up to their feet, using the mesh as leverage. Shawn swings a right hand but Eric ducks, Shawn swinging all the way around as Eric kicks Shawn in the gut…
TWIST OF FATE!!!
- Eric covers once again…
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- Eric gets up, beginning to get slightly frustrated, desperately keep staring down at his Title belt. Shawn begins to make his way back up as Eric comes up behind him and locks his arms around his waist. Collum then bridges back as he hit’s a thunderous German Suplex. Eric lets go now as he gets back to his feet. Collum now begins to climb the mesh, the fans confused, Jarred and William confused, maybe even Eric slightly confused. But as Eric reaches half way, he stops, then turns around as he looks dow at Shawn, then springing from the cage wall…
SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!!!!!!
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NO…WATERS GETS HIS KNEES UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Eric Collum crashes straight down onto his ribs as he bounces off, now coughing and choking. Waters begins to get up, now smiling as he notices the World Champ and his opponent now hurt. Waters begins to kick the ribs of Collum, stomping on him with no mercy. Shawn now lifts him up as he hit’s a back breaker, however keeps Eric leveraged on his knee as his body bends around, his ribs completely exposed as Shawn now begins to hit right hand shots to the ribs.
- Shawn lets him go eventually as Collum rolls off in bad shape. Shawn now viciously runs in and kicks him square in the ribs, another devastating blow to the World Champion. Shawn lifts Eric up as he holds him up against the steel, the cold mesh grating on the back of Collum. Shawn now hit’s a knife-edge chop on Collum, then kicks him in the gut as he then hits another knife-edge chop. Shawn then pulls Collum from the cage wall as he then hits an amazing maneuver, the fans hissing at the impact…
TIGER BACKBREAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shawn goes for a cocky pin as he places just his foot on Collum’s chest.
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- Collum gets a shoulder up, only to be attacked once again as Shawn stomps down on the chest. Shawn then without hesitation runs towards the cage and goes for a supernatural move…
LIONSAULT!!!!!!!!!
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- Collum now gets back up as Shawn is there waiting for him, showing great awareness…
WATERLOGGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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- The fans are loud as they scream, but shockingly Shawn gets a shoulder up just in time. Collum rolls off, now sitting up against the steel holding his previously hurt ribs. Shawn now begins to get up too as Collum pulls himself up somehow. Collum then runs towards the cage as he springs off the mesh just like Shawn did moments ago…
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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‘HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…’
- Eric crashes back down to the ground, his head hitting the canvas like a whiplash effect. Shawn now crawls over to place his arm around the motionless body of the World Champion.
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-The fans roar as they believe Shawn has just won the match…HOWEVER…ERIC JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!
- Shawn now kneels up as he waits for Eric Collum to rise. Shawn seems to be ready to pounce as Eric makes slow movements. Collum now gets up on all fours as the fans begin to clap, counting down to Shawn’s attack. As Eric reaches his feet, wobbling and turning around, Shawn explodes as he pelts towards the Human Highlight Reel and Shawn…
DIVING SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ERIC DIVES OUT OF DODGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH MY GOD SHAWN GOES FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- The cameras show Shawn as he holds his face, now with blood pouring out at quite some intensity. Within a matter of seconds his whole face is covered in his own blood as he stumbles back towards Collum…
SUPERKICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Eric drops down on the body of Waters…
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- The whole arena erupts as Eric pins Shawn-
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NO…SHAWN GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND…THE CROWD ARE STUNNED…AS IS COLLUM!
- Eric now rolls off, virtually in tears as he holds his head in his hands. Collum now walks back over to Shawn who looks in a bad state, his face covered in a crimson mask. Eric kicks Shawn in the gut, then hit’s a right hand as Shawn falls back into the steel. Eric now pulls Shawn to the middle of the ring as he sets him up…Snap Suplex.
- Collum now begins to walk up to the steel again, once again looking to go high as the fans cheer. Eric climbs up as fast as he can, but suddenly Shawn is seen to flip up and quickly run towards the cage, finding a new surge of energy. Shawn climbs up as he hit’s the back of Eric with a forearm, then hits his head into the cell wall mesh. Collum fights back as he kicks Shawn in the side, however Shawn is in the better position…he locks Eric up…both men up high…
TIGERBPOMB OFF THE TOP OF THE CELL CRASHING DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
‘THIS IS AWESOME…THIS IS AWESOME…’
- Both men lie almost broken in half as the crowd begins to cheer, both men getting respect for the way they have performed. Eric begins to cough and splutter as Shawn is actually back on his feet, although seemingly unsteady. Shawn wipes the blood away from his face as he grabs the legs of Collum, now going for the finish. Eric struggles though, knowing if Shawn applies the Waterboard, it could be all over. Eric struggles hard, but his ribs are stinging, blood appearing from his mouth. Shawn in one last motion twists Collum over.
WATERBOARD ON THE WORLD CHAMPION!
- Shawn wrenches back, not even being able to see anymore due to the blood pouring down his face. Eric screams, though can hardly make a sound, his ribs bruised and possibly even broken, his spine crushed. He tries to breath but he can’t, he tries to escape but he can’t, the World Champion can’t even move. Shawn now bends backwards in some sort of unimaginable position Eric now bent completely over. He has no where to go as the fans sense the end…
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- With no where to go Eric taps as Shawn releases the hold, Eric immediately spluttering blood up as Shawn raises his arms in victory, now looking up at the top cell where he awaits his final opponent.
TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE FINAL ROUND…SHAWN WATERS!
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*DING DING*
- Both men try and warm up for the match, but clearly both beaten and bruised from the round before. The fans are heavily into this contest, mainly cheering for possibly the most popular man in CZW history, the one and only Ace King. Eddie is unfazed though, looking across as he sees Shawn and Collum circle each other. As now points to the World Title as he talks to Eddie, getting into his head, or trying. Eddie takes no notice as he begins the match, now kicking Ace in the gut and giving hi a right hand, knocking him down to his knees.
- The fans who are watching this contest seem to dislike that as they boo, chanting now heavily for the Gambler. Ace king now stands back up as Eddie goes for another right hand, this time getting blocked as Ace unloads with rights and lefts, Ace then spearing Eddie into the mesh as he begins to beat him down with more rights and lefts, Ace’s temper getting the better of him but the fans love it. Eddie holds his jaw, now smiling at Ace, both men circling each other again as the fans chant for the favorite.
- They lock up again, Eddie now getting a hammerlock in, Ace quickly powering out as he switches it around, getting a hammerlock now on Eddie. Rowan uses his quickness as he rolls free of the hold, not only that but front flipping as Ace is clearly taken back by this quick movement, as Eddie finishes with an arm drag. Ace stays on his knees now as he smiles and claps his hands at Eddie who doesn’t respond. Eddie now goes to lock up again as Ace switches it around, getting around to his back as he takes him down. Ace now scurries around Rowan as he eventually gets an arm bar locked in, yanking it tightly as Eddie begins to scream. Suddenly the fans yell as the other match starts off quickly, Ace not losing focus though as he keeps the hold locked in.
- Eddie now flips up again as Ace only has the move half locked in, Eddie amazingly shows great athleticism as he kicks the steel wall and throws himself over forcing Ace to release the hold, both men getting back to their feet quickly too. Ace now goes to lock up as Eddie falls to his knees and hit’s a martial arts punch to Ace’s sternum, then jumps back up to his feet again, then hitting him in the jaw. Eddie now spins around as he hit’s a standing spinning heel kick into Ace’s temple, showing his clear proven martial arts history. Eddie now runs towards the cage again and dives off, just like before as he looks for Ace who is still down in the middle of the ring…Eddie hitting his target perfectly with a diving elbow drop. Eddie now stands back up as he points towards the World Title, the fans booing, Eddie just smirking at them as he walks back towards Ace. Eddie lifts the Gambler up but he suddenly explodes, hitting Eddie with a right hand, then a left, then hit’s a knife-edge chop which echoes throughout the entire arena, the fans wooing loudly after the stinging sound. Ace now pulls Eddie back to the center of the ring and drops him down with a snap suplex. King gets up now wanting to hit another, feeling the momentum swing in his favor quickly. Ace lifts Eddie up again but this time…Eddie Rowan manages to catch his feet on the steel cage, launching himself off the wall as he flops down actually managing to reverse Ace’s suplex attempt into a disastrous neck breaker. Eddie gets a quick cover as the fans sit on the edge of their seats…
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- Ace King kicks out as Eddie stands back up, almost expecting the kick out. Eddie now goes to pick Ace back up again, this time Ace bursts out with a DDT. Both men now down in the ring, both taking a quick breather as the fans begin to chant loudly for the Gambler. Ace is first to make it up to his feet, now holding the back of his neck as he walks up to Eddie. Eddie begins to get up as Ace grabs him, Eddie exploding with a European Uppercut, then another as Ace walks off towards the cell wall. Eddie now grabs Ace from behind as he lifts him up…Reverse Suplex…NO…Ace lands on his feet as he lifts Eddie up, now for a running power slam…however Eddie Rowan now slides off the back, Ace turning around as Eddie eventually reversing the whole attack as he drops Ace down with a REVERSE STO!!!!!!!!!
- The fans are now cheering and clapping after the technical battle these tow men are having. Eddie seems fired up now as he stands back against the cage wall, waiting for the IC Champ to rise. As he does, Eddie then runs off towards Ace as he drops him down with a running Bulldog- NO- Ace King counters as he literally throws Eddie Rowan in a seating position into the cage, BUT AMAZINGLY…Eddie Rowan grabs hold of the mesh as Ace King looks up…Eddie Rowan flying…SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE!
- The fans cheer yet again after another technical battle, once again Eddie winding up on top. Eddie stands as Ace King is right behind him getting to his feet. Eddie hits him with another European Uppercut, then grabs him in a DDT position. Ace King tries to struggle free as Eddie now runs with him towards the cage…Rowan now dives off the cage and spins around…TORNADO DDT!!!!!!!!!
Eddie covers as the fans beg for the Gambler to kick out…
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- Eddie sits up as he looks over at the fans who all stand to their feet, cheering the Gambler on. Eddie now bashes his fists down on the ground as he stands back up. He now begins to slide Ace towards the steel cage wall, leaning his upper body against the steel mesh. Eddie now backs up as his eyes are fully locked on Ace, his aggression showing through as he now runs towards Ace…SHINING WIZARD…
EDDIE TRAPS ACE BETWEEN HIS KNEE AND THE CAGE WALL…THE IMPACT SHAKING THE WHOLE STRUCTURE!!!!!!!!!!!
- Eddie now pulls Ace into the center of the ring as he hooks the leg up…
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- Ace gets a shoulder up, but clearly he is feeling the pain as he holds the back of his head. Eddie keeps the punishment on him as he turns Ace over, and now begins to hit right and lefts hands into the back of Ace’s head, blood beginning to appear underneath his hairline. Eddie now drops a knee into the back of his head, Ace trying to cover up. Eddie stands up as Ace gets back to his feet. Eddie grabs Ace as he runs him back first into the mesh, now beginning to slam the back of his head into the steel, the fans booing as Eddie Rowan carries on the brutal assault. Eddie now pulls him to the middle of the ring…SITDOWN POWERBOMB!
- Ace now grabs his head again, grimacing in heavy pain. Eddie throws Ace’s legs away from him as he gets up, now beginning to stalk the Gambler, waiting for him to rise. Ace slowly gets up as Eddie grabs Ace and viciously hits Ace with an STO but as Ace falls backwards, his head sickly smashes on the steel mesh, the back of his head now busted open in another place.
- Eddie licks his lips, now watching as Ace rolls around on the floor, holding his head, the fans becoming silent, clearly concerned for the Gambler. Eddie stomps on him, then climbs the cage and drops a knee drop down on Ace. Eddie continues the punishment as he mounts Ace now driving right hands into the face of Ace, Eddie almost possessed with the though of the World Title on the line. Eddie now pulls Ace back up to his feet again as he presses him up against the wall, as he goes for a knife-edge chop, however Ace dodges as the situation becomes reversed. As Ace now hit’s a knife-edge chop of his own, the fans roar and jump up off their seats, Ace King finally giving his fans something to cheer about.
- Ace now Irish whips Rowan powerfully into the other side of the cage, bouncing off the wall as though his back was made of elastic…Ace now…RUNNING SPEAR!!!!!!!!
- The fans are once again off their seats as the Gambler stands up, his eyes roll around the arena full of Ace King’s own fan club. As they chant his name, Ace now pulls Eddie to his feet as he hit’s a right hand, then another, Eddie goes for a wild right but Ace ducks as Eddie spins around, Ace hits an Inverted Atomic Drop as Eddie flies backwards, Ace King comes powering through…FULL HOUSE SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!!!!!!!
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- The fans look on concerned as Ace screams in pain, not only smashing his leg into the cage, but also landing on the back of his head down on the hard floor. Eddie takes this time to recover, Ace King now lying motionless, however groaning in pain. Eddie quickly propels himself up as he now goes after Ace’s leg, holding it and then dropping a knee drop down on the shin. Eddie quickly grabs it again as he begins to slam it into the cage wall, Ace growling in anger and pain. Eddie now lifts Ace up as he drops him back down with a shin breaker, Eddie following up with a heavy drop toe hold, almost swiping the back of Ace’s knee in order to hit it. Edie stands back up as he raises on arm in the air, just by the look on his face we can see he is fired up. Eddie now mounts Ace again as he drives right hands into the head, focusing on the back of his crown, trying to open up the cut even more. His hands now stain red from his opponents blood, Eddie in complete control of the match.
- Eddie now pulls Ace into the middle of the ring, Eddie seemingly having evil intentions. The Rated E superstar now begins to walk up to the cage wall, staring through at the fans who have mixed reactions. Eddie now begins to climb, the arena standing still as Ace lies on the floor, Eddie up near the top, over 10 feet in the air as he looks down at Ace King. Eddie flies off…
ST. EDWARDS FALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ACE KING MOVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- The fans cheer as Edie crashes hard to the ground, the structure shaking on it’s axis. Both men begin to move, Eddie clearly in severe pain, both men unable to rise.
- Ace is now the first to get up onto his knees, the back of his head bleeding as the blood drips down the length of his back and down covering his ears. Eddie now finally begins to make movements, but Ace is already up to his feet, leaning on the cage wall. Ace King stalks Eddie with his eyes, now waiting for that one moment to attack. His head in pain, his neck in pain, his leg in pain, but Ace knows it’s time…the fans cheer as Ace runs in…
…Eddie kicks Ace in the gut…
THE EVENFLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HIGH ROLLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Ace King hit’s the move perfectly as the fans chant his name.
‘ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…’
- Eddie Rowan crashes back into the steel wall after the sheer impact of that move, Ace King back up again as Eddie Rowan in no man’s land collapses into the grasp of Ace King once again…
BLACKJACK BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The contest is over as Ace King stands up, one arm wrapped around his head, the other in the air as the fans cheer loudly. Ace looks across and sees Shawn and Eric still going on, as he now climbs up onto the third level, Ace King there just like the year before.
TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE FINAL ROUND…ACE KING!
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TOWERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the third and final round of the Tower of Power contest, 2009!!!!!!! Please welcome two men who have fought through the rounds before and stand 300 feet high in the air…going for the Combat Zone Wrestling World Heavyweight Title…SHAWN WATERS and ACE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DANIELS: And so it’s come down to this, as both men stand inside the hellacious structure, both men on top of the World…
MASTERS: Literally…
DANIELS: They stand 300 feet in the air, still trapped inside the cage, and that World Title, the only way you can get to it, beat your final opponent.
MASTERS: Or throw him through the cell, that could always be fun.
DANIELS: Both these men are former ToP entrants, of course the Gambler Ace King the winner of ToP 2008, Shawn Waters has gone one better this year and got to the final, can we win his first World Title?
MASTERS: Shawn has been so close before, back in the summer of 2008, Mr. Waters was the man in form, but never had what it took to defeat his previous mentor and greatest World Champion to date, Jesse Montana.
DANIELS: Well that could be argued, however, Montana’s reign is long over and done, now it’s time for these two guys to shine. Both these guys went on a hiatus of their own in the past few months, Ace King coming back to impressively win his second IC Title reign, could he do one better and get a second World Title reign here tonight?
MASTERS: Or could it be the man who made the wisest choice in his career so far, to get rid of that punk Krimzon Blaze and now finally become a World Champion.
DANIELS: Both men have spilled blood so far, both men been through hell, and now, they do it all over again, high up in front of 50,000 fans.
(Music begins to play again as the lights fade, now a spotlight on the Tower of Power as both Shawn Waters and Ace King stand looking down at the World Title belt. The lights return as the fans jump off their seats, the third and final round in a few moments)
DANIELS: Here it is then folks, this is what Road to Glory is all about, one man will be the NEW World Champion, question is, who will it be?!
MASTERS: Lets find out, Jarred.
*DING DING*
- The bell rings for the third time as the fans begin to chant heavily for their favorite, Ace King, The Gambler. Shawn grits his teeth as he wipes away more blood that drips down his face. Ace King begins to warm up his left leg, then rolls his neck around, trying to get ready for another installment of ToP action. The fans make a huge drum roll as both men now lock up, the fans going ballistic as they cheer.
- Shawn Waters begins the same way he has gone on, now hitting a forearm heavily into the face of the Gambler, then kicking him straight in the id-section, however a little low as Ace King drops to his hands and knees. The fans boo heavily as Shawn slaps Ace King around the face, and then poses. Shawn then slaps him again as he points down to the World Title. Shawn goes to slap him for the third time however Ace explodes with a lou thesz press and begins to punch him, hitting several ferocious mounted punches. The fans go wild.
- Ace and Shawn both get up as Shawn backs off, trying to keep away from an adrenaline filled Gambler. Ace walks up as Shawn kicks him in the gut, then knees him straight in the nose as Ace stumbles backwards, Shawn Waters then explodes with an attack of his own, hitting Ace with a Running Double Knee Facebreaker, Ace King once again getting a huge shot to his nose as King falls backwards onto the floor. Shawn now gets up as he begins to choke Ace, screaming at him saying he will be the next champion, the fans once again booing loudly.
‘WATERS SUCKS…WATERS SUCKS…WATERS SUCKS’
- Ace breaks free as Waters goes straight back on the attack with numerous amount of stomps. Shawn then picks Ace up as he hit’s a European Uppercut, then a knee to the gut, Ace King explodes again with a right hand, a left, then another right, however Waters ends the assault as he dropkicks the left knee of Ace King, dropping the IC Champ to the ground. Waters gets back up again as he raises his arm, as though he has won, the fans hating his arrogance. Shawn lifts Ace up and then drops him with…Snap DDT!
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- King kicks out, even though he has been through two tough contests and also had bad head injuries throughout the match, Ace King still kicks out. Shawn now gets up, an evil look on his face as he now begins to smile.
- The fans boo heavily as they see what Waters is now doing. He takes his belt off as he wraps it around his right fist. Ace King gradually rises back to his feet, but as he does, Waters strikes like a viper as he hits Ace with a solid right hand. Waters now covers again…
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- Shawn now angrily gets up as he unravels his belt, now beginning to try and whip his opponent. As Ace gets up, Shawn is already swinging, hitting Ace right in the spine, a cringe worthy assault. Ace now rolls around in pain, as Shawn hits him again, then again, each shot causing a light laceration to appear on the thick skin of the Gambler.
- Waters walks around, relishing in the delight of the fans booing him and his actions. The fans are loud but get even louder when Shawn whips Ace again, however the Gambler grabs the belt. Ace stands up as Shawn tries to tug the belt away, Ace growling at Shawn now. Waters eventually loses the battle as Ace pulls him towards him…the fans explode…
BLACKJACK BOMB!!!!!!!!
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HIGH ROLLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Shawn Waters gets caught with the attack in almost a split second. Shawn bounces off as the blood from his cut stains the knee of Ace, and now Shawn crashes back against the wall. Ace quickly goes for a pin…the fans believe it could be over already…
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- The fans are now off their seats as both men gets back to level basis. Shawn now with blood staining his whole body, pouring out of his head. Ace now with various injuries and blood appearing to come out of the back of his head and a few minor nose bleeds. Both men though are up and would do anything for that belt. They lock up as Shawn grabs Ace in a headlock, Ace pushes him off towards the mesh as Shawn acrobatically springboards off the cage once again…Springboard Body Splash-NO- Ace King dodges out of the way as Shawn crashes and bounces straight off his chest, Ace King now running in…BIG BOOT!
- Shawn crashes down into the corner as Ace walks over. Ace now begins to stomp him down as the fans cheer. Ace hits him 10 times in the head as the fans chant along, Ace now raising his arms to salute the fans, Shawn though with a burst of energy kicks out and ends up kicking Ace in the groin. The Gambler collapses as Shawn now hit’s a roll over cradle…
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- Ace kicks out as the chorus of boos die down. Shawn stands back up as Ace gets on all fours, Shawn running in and kicking Ace straight in the ribs. Shawn then mounts him as he begins to hit Ace several times in the head of King. Waters even begins to bite his bloodied head, like a man possessed as the fans boo. Shawn gets up as he waits for ace to do the same. Shawn maybe out of breath, be may have a concussion and severe blood loss, but he is fired up now more than ever. Ace gets to his feet as Shawn…HE DOVES IN…SPEAR…NOW…ACE JUMPS OVER…
BUT…Shawn manages to stop himself from crashing straight into the steel mesh wall, now smiling as he turns around…BUT THERE IS ACE…
Kick to the gut…
SINNERS AFFLICTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SAULTY WATERS OFF THE TOP OF THE CELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY CRAP…HOLY CRAP…HOLY CRAP!
- Shawn now tries to move but the injuries have took it’s toll. Ace wakes up, after getting a loose foot in the face, his nose now busted badly. Shawn reaches over as the fans try to cheer on Ace King, but is it to late?! Waters pins King…
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- Ace King now looks at the Title, his heart skipping a beat as he lifts Shawn up once more…HOWEVER- Shawn out of no where…
WATERLOGGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- With both men now down again, the arena quickly electrifies into the Gambler favor…
‘ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…’
- Instead of going over to pin Ace, Shawn manages to climb to his feet. Through the whole Ace King chant, Shawn discards it as he grabs the legs of Ace King, and possibly make this the last attack. Shawn twists and turns, ripping Ace King around and eventually is successful, the fans in the arena shocked as Shawn has just locked in…
WATERBOARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- The fans fall silent as Shawn Waters now has the fatal maneuver locked in, having Ace King in the enter of the ring. The move dispatched of Shawn’s previous opponents, the fans now scream, begging for Ace to break free. Shawn digs in deep as he sits back, even though he has tasted blood for the past thirty minutes, he is still able to grind away, and making Ace’s spine bend at an inhumanly possible position.
- As the fans pick up their noise, Ace fights back as he prizes himself up and begins to walks towards the cage wall on his hands. Shawn hardly fights this as he knows, once Ace gets to the wall, there is still no break. Ace picks up the pace as he reaches the wall, Shawn though sitting back even further now as Ace begins to make loud disturbing groans.
- Ace pulls himself up the cage wall, but Shawn still has it locked in tight…
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- As Shawn tries to pull him off, Ace pulls even harder as he stays attached on the wall, now making or even more so forcing Shawn to release the Waterboard. The fans go ballistic as Ace now scurries up the wall, Shawn following him as he hit’s a forearm on the Gambler, his spine in severe pain. Shawn now smashes Ace’s head off the steel, Ace doing exactly the same, both men now about 40 feet up in the air however 10 feet down to the floor.
- Shawn Waters hits Ace’s head into the steel again as Ace almost falls back, but is holding on with one hand as the fans hiss. Shawn tries again, however Ace gets an elbow in on his ribs, then kicks him as Shawn is now hanging on with one arm. Ace King quickly grabs Shawn in mid air as the fans stand up off their seats…ACE KING GOES FOR A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX…However for Shawn’s sake, he is managing to hang on to the steel mesh, not allowing himself to fall below. Shawn then hits Ace with yet another low blow as Ace falls down, the whole arena booing loudly now.
- Shawn turns around, Ace being about 10 feet below him as Shawn closes his eyes, takes one last breath and…
SHAWN DIVES OFF BUT…
OH MY GOD!
HOLY f**k…HOLY f**k…HOLY f**k…
ACE KING CATCHES SHAWN IN MID AIR WITH THE HIGH ROLLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Shawn begins to twitch on the ground as the fans are deafening now. Ace King begins to crawl, trying desperately to reach Waters. Ace now just a few inches away as the fans are excited. ACE COVERS!!!!!!!!!!!
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- The fans hardly know what to do anymore, neither does Ace. Both men crawl to the wall, now looking down at the World Title as they both have a surge of energy, Shawn up, Ace up, both men go for a right hand as Ace hits harder, Shawn comes back though with a boot to the gut, and quickly…
SHAWN GOES FOR…
BRAINWASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAIT-NO…ACE KING COUNTERS AS HE HIT’S A BACKSLIDE ON SHAWN.
- The crowd are now ballistic as Shawn turns around, Ace King lifts him up…
BLACKJACK BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Daniels: ACE KING HAS WON IT…AND THIS TIME IT’S FOR DAMN SURE. ACE KING IS A TWO TIME WORLD CHAMPION!
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Masters: What a performance from both men, they made the other contenders look like losers, what a performance.
Daniels: I wish there were no losers for this match, everyone in the math deserved a taste at the best damn piece of gold ever.
Masters: But only one can and that is the Former IC Champ Ace King.
Daniels: Former?!
Masters: Montana will do the right thing and strip him of the IC title.
Daniels: Well who knows, all Ace King and all these people and all around the word, we know that next week will be just as insane, with all the answers. But as Ace raises the World Title into the air, we must close the event. Look at the balloons and fireworks William.
Masters: Anyone would think the Queen is arriving for goodness sake.
Daniels: What a Pay per View, congratulations to everyone apart of it, and folks at home, we’ll see you next week.
Masters: I hate these damn balloons.
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After the show ends, the cameras cut backstage into the parking lot. Only one man can be seen at this time and that is the highly disappointed former World Champion, Eric Collum, who lost 25 minutes ago to Shawn Waters, in the Tower of Power match.
Collum strides towards his car, his duffel bag on his shoulder, however OUT OF NO WHERE a car comes screeching down the path as Collum drops his bag and begins to run off. The car is too fast and is in hot pursuit if him, showing no mercy. The camera doesn’t show the assailant, however there intentions is clearly to take out Eric Collum.
As Collum has no where else to go, he quickly dives to one side and amazingly manages to avoid getting hit. But then the parking lot door opens again as out walks Karl Jackson, probably at the worst possible time ever. The CAR COMES HURTLING TOWARDS HIM…
CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everywhere goes silent as Collum runs up to the Jackal. The car in he meantime reverses and accelerates off, leaving the scene in a bad way.
WE NEED EMT’S…WE NEED DOCTORS QUICK MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The voice of Collum echoes down the long parking lot scored, leaving just him and a broken and injured Jackal alone.
The scene fades leaving the drastic scene behind…
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