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*BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!*

The opening pyros flare as “Breathe in to Me” plays, leading us into another edition of CZW Overdrive. The camera pans around the arena at the various crowd signs:

“I am the next bad-ass!”

“Why, Pabs, why?”

“BOUCHE!”

“Jackal > Fiscus”

Suddenly, ‘Streetcleaner’ plays and the fans in attendance jeer loudly as Alan Fiscus moves out onto the stage arm-in-arm with Hellena…or so it would seem at first. The jeers turn to a loud positive ovation as the figure on the stage is clearly NOT the world heavyweight champion, but a man in a really bad wig and carrying a gothed-up blow-up doll under his arm. Eddie Rowan moves down to the ring wearing a ‘Bouche!’ shirt, with some strategically-placed electrical tape, changing the meaning of the shirt completely.

‘Douche!’

Eddie enters the ring and drags the doll in with him, placing it in the corner and urging it to stay put. He does his best impression of the Fiscus glare before pulling the ridiculous wig from his head, tossing it in the corner with a chuckle. He is handed a mic as the music cuts.

Eddie: “You know, to be perfectly honest, I don’t really have anything worthwhile to say. I just wanted to come out here with this outfit and get a cheap pop from MY HOMETOWN CROWD!!”

Said crowd reacts with the predicted response.

Eddie: “You know, it’s been about two years now since CZW was last here in Seattle, the WEEK before I became a part of the competitive roster. It was here, in this very arena, where I snuck backstage and evaded several members of security to present the powers that be with a tape of some of my stuff. They graciously accepted, and then had big Casey toss my ass out into the street! But now, here I am, one of the ‘faces’ of the company, even. I can’t say I expected to be where I am now when I was here then, doing what I planned to do the day before, which succeeded, leading me to be here standing before you. Got that? Good.”

The fans, including those completely confused by this point, cheer.

Eddie: “Anyway, it’s bad form for a guy in my line of work to pass up a chance to greet the home town peeps, so I just wanted to come out here and thank you all for your support. It’s that very support that has helped me become the ‘dark horse’ of the federation that I am now, and I’ll be honest. I wouldn’t have it any other way at all. Thanks, folks. I’ll be back out here later to kick Mike King’s ass all around this ring!”

“Slip Slide Melting” plays and Eddie bows to the cheering fans, turning to ‘Hellena’ and giving the doll a lecherous smile as he removes it from the corner, holding it close as he leaves the ring, heading up the ramp.

*****

The CZW opens backstage on residential correspondent/avid whore, Jenny Jacobs. A small brown "Jenifer Aniston"-like wig on rests on her head, her hands fumbling with straightening it. By the time she realizes the camera is already rolling, she quickly finishes adjusting herself, a face a deep shade of rouge with embarassment.

Jenny Jacobs: Uh...hi! Welcome to Overdrive! Right now, I'm standing outside of the locker room of CZW's residential "bad boy", the "Bad Ass" Matt Covey. Tonight begins his highly publicized "Bad Ass Invitational" tournament. A tournament that, over the next several weeks, will see fresh faces in the CZW combatting for the ultimate prize of being the next "Bad Ass" and a future main event player no doubt! As soon as Matt makes an app...

The door behind her suddenly opens, Matt Covey walking out into the hall, pulling a blue cooler behind him. He looks casual in his "white trash" logo'd, torn sleeve work shirt and busted ass jeans. Beer in hand, Matt eyes Jenny up and down, before taking a swig.

Bad Ass: Miss Jacobs.

Jenny Jacobs: Hi, Matt. I was wondering if...

Bad Ass: Hold that thought. There's something different about you...

Matt eyes her over carefully, like a diamond appraiser searching for cracks in perfection. Jenny fumbles about nervously, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. She blushes quickly, looking offended as Matt begins to turn her from side-to-side, checking out her ass. She slaps his hand away and shouts.

Jenny Jacobs: I'm wearing a wig, okay?!?

Matt makes a sucking noise through his teeth.

Bad Ass: No. That's not it... I got it! You've gotten fat haven't you?

Jenny Jacobs: WHAT?!?

Bad Ass: Sure. You're packing like an extra fourty punds on that "used-to-be slender" ass!

Jenny Jacobs: You f**king pig!!! I got my head shaved recently!

Bad Ass: Oh... Is that it?

Jenny looks ashamed after her emotional outburst.

Bad Ass: It's not too bad. I'd still tap the trailer trash into your backside.

Jenny suddenly looks flustered.

Jenny Jacobs: Really?

Matt swigs his beer again, locked on her eyes with a straight face. Suddenly he laughs aloud, spewing beer remenants into her face.

Bad Ass: God no! Contrary to popular belief, bald is in fact, NOT beautiful. It's the exact opposite. Go on, take the wig off.

Jenny Jacobs: I don't want to...

Matt raises his hand and voice simultaneously.

Bad Ass: I said TAKE THE f**kING WIG OFF!!!

Jenny sheepishly obliges the request, sliding the brown strands from her shiny dome.

Bad Ass: Daaaaamn, Jenny! You look like Tom Green's remaining testicle! Or Lance Armstrong's... Or Jesse Montana's... I mean, I don't want to come across looking like an ass, but if we drew a line down your head, you would!

Jenny looks like she could cry as Matt laughs again in between drinks from his beer. Wiping a tear from his eye, he tries to calm down.

Bad Ass: I'm just bustin' your balls, Billy Corgan.You've been waiting here for like a half hour to ask me something, so why don't we just go ahead and deal with that. That cool with you, Lex Luthor?

Jenny Jacobs: You're an asshole!

Bad Ass: Yes. We covered that many conversations ago. Now make with the "award winning" questionaire thing you do that this company pays you for. Because we both know, they're no longer interested in your looks.

Jenny Jacobs: Fine! Just what the hell do you have in store with this bullshit tourney anyway? Anyone who knows you, knows damn well, the only thing you've ever gave a damn about is yourself above all else!

Bad Ass: This is very true. But contrary to popular belief, I'm not above finding the next asshole with a chip on his shoulder the size of the grand canyon you call your vagina! It's called "giving back". For a business that has done so much for the career of a cantancerous son of a bitch like myself; giving back by finding the future me, is my way of giving back. You should try it sometime.

Jenny Jacobs: What? I give back to this business all the time!

Bad Ass: Correction. You put out in this business all the time. Not one and the same. Not by a long shot.

Jenny growls, her face beet-red with anger. Matt merely hits his beer again with a "Burns, don't it, bitch?" look on his face.

Jenny Jacobs: In an attempt to wrap this up, before I blow a blood vessel... What are your thoughts on the four men competing in the first round tonight?

Bad Ass: I'm half dissapointed, half proud. Croft didn't exactly give the world a lot to go on. And this C-Breezy ghetto thug superstar, never said a damn word! I get these ingrates ample opportunity to show the world why they deserve the fear and admiration I've attained all my life, and they just shit on the opportunity! Well fellas... you don't want to play ball? That's fine. You figure out the hard way, what it means to piss me off!

Jenny Jacobs: Kerosene and Buzzsaw?

Bad Ass: I'm gonna go ahead and say right now, I like what both of these men have displayed thus far. Kerosene sees this whole thing as a joke, and you know what? That's his choice. Truth be known, the kid made me laugh with his talk show. He reminds me of somebody else I know. A certain "Boss" if you will. And maybe he's right. Maybe this isn't the path for him. But he's trying, and that's all I asked for from the get go.

Matt finishes the last of his beer and toses it off camera, the sound of glass shattering easily heard.

Bad Ass: Buzzsaw... Now there's a man after my own putrid heart. I see a lot of myself in him, and vice versa. If I were five...maybe six years younger... Let's just say I don't think there would have been room for the both of us in this company. He talks shit, he drinks like a fish, he beats the ass of any man stupid enough to rub him the wrong way. Hell, from what I hear, he's been advised to avoid this entire shindig I've put together. And yet he's stubborn and charging right into the fire. I can appreciate those qualities. The match between Buzzsaw and Kerosene will be the match to watch tonight. I'd put money on it!

Jenny Jacobs: Like a lot of other people around here, I wouldn't bet against you.

Bad Ass: So there is a brain beneath that colored candy shell. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got two matches to watch from ringside.

Matt begins to walk away with his cooler in towe. He rounds a corner and then stops in his tracks; his eyes looking as though he's seen a ghost. Matt lowers his head and shakes it before looking back up. The camera pans ever so slowly to the right, to show Matt's cousin, "Special Ed" Covey. Ed is decked out in busted jeans, biker boots, and a leather jacket; looking as though he recently raided Matt's wardrobe. Ed grins from ear to ear. He tries to speak, but Matt cuts him off.

Bad Ass: No, Ed... Just... No.

Special Ed: Come on! If anybody is going to be the next "Bad Ass", it should be your flesh and blood! And who better that me?!? I mean, I got the jacket and everything!

Bad Ass: Question, Ed. One of the guys in the back gives you "the eye". What do you do?

Special Ed: I buy him a drink?

Matt stares at Ed blankly for a brief moment and then turns and walks away towards the inner arena, leaving the camera focused on Ed.

Special Ed: Guess that's a no. Oh well... At least you can still be the next Tim Timmons, Loki!

The camera pans down towards the floor where Loki the coconut monkey and best friend of "Special Ed", sits, his blond locks cut short. Propped up next to him, is a copy of what appears to be a porn titled, "Loki Geos Hordcare". The scene fades to commercial.

*****

-Shot cuts to the backstage area where Buzzsaw is walking towards his locker room with his bag in hand. As he turns the corner his agent Tim McFarland pops into view and comes rushing forward to meet him.-

Tim McFarland: Buzz there you are, I have been looking everywhere for you.

Buzzsaw: Tim what in the hell could you possibly want?

Tim McFarland: It’s this ‘Bad Ass’ Invitational, I think it’s a really bad idea for your image man. Listen the past law suits are finally going away in the news, people are forgetting about them and are starting to look at you again like a safe marketing image, now you are booked in this ‘Bad Ass’ Invitational and all that could be at risk.

Buzzsaw: Tim it will be fine, I’m going to go out there and do what I always do in that ring, this isn’t going to be any different.

Tim McFarland: I’m not worried about what you do in the ring, it’s what this will do to you out of the ring. You said it yourself, being a ‘Bad Ass’ is a way of life, it’s what you do outside the ring. Matt Covey lives a rough life style and you have worked hard to clean up your image. I don’t want you throwing it all away.

Buzzsaw: Tim you are worrying about nothing. I know what you have done to repair my image, all the work that was spent to make sure those lawsuits stayed out of the paper and out off of the news, I know what is at risk if I go back to the way I use to live. I’m not going to risk it man, not now that I have a job and a shot at the CZW Ultraviolent Title. I’m not going to risk everything we have worked hard to get.

Tim McFarland: Well I’m glad to hear that Buzz, I’m not trying to kill a good time but we need to keep that kind of life style behind closed doors and let’s face it Matt Covey lives this ‘Bad Ass’ lifestyle out in the open, the way you use to live…

-Buzzsaw gets to his locker room and opens the door. There standing there waiting for him are three lovely ladies, one dress in a school girl outfit, one in a french maid outfit and the other in a cheerleading outfit. Tim’s mouth drops wide open as the one in the school girl outfit steps forward.-

School Girl: Hello there Buzz, we are here courtesy of Matt Covey!

Tim McFarland: Buzz, you have to get ready for your match.

Buzzsaw: I’ll be there in 30…

-Buzzsaw looks at the three girls.-

Buzzsaw: I might need a 45 Tim…

-Buzzsaw closes the door.-

*****

The scene shifts elsewhere in the backstage area.

With a loud slam, the back door is thrown open and Sam Attic and his guard walk through, Sam is not a happy camper in any sense of the word.

Sam: WHERE THE f**k IS THAT FLUKE EARNING NOTHING KAELIN!!!

The techs scatter as he storms through the back of the arena. His face a mask of rage and the wild eyed look that should be trademarked as a Fiscus family trait.

Tapping the body guard on the chest, Sam points to the right and he turned left in search of his prey.

*****

-=- BAD ASS INVITATIONAL MATCH BETWEEN FORMER PARTNERS! -=-
"Canada's Finest" Edward Croft vs. C. Breezy

*****

Daniels: Alright...it’s time for our opening match to get started. C Breezy is already in the ring...and here comes Croft.

‘Rock Bottom’ by Eminem hits as Edward Croft makes his way to the ring. Breezy and Croft stare each other down. The bell is about to ring...until ‘Sonne’ by Rammstein hits. Matt Covey walks out onto the ramp.

Covey: You think you guys were going to have a Bad Ass Invitational match...without the Bad Ass himself? I got a case of beer here...and I’m here to see some goddamn blood!

Covey walks to the ring, Croft and Breezy eyeing of the brass knuckles hanging around Covey’s neck. Covey sits down next to William Masters and puts on a head set.

Covey: Billy! My good man...how are you today?

Masters: Just fine Matt! It’s about time we had a wrestler who actually knows what he is doing behind here.

Waters: At least I sleep with women, Billy!

Masters: IT’S WILLIAM DAMMIT!

Covey: Waters! Old buddy! Had any title reigns recently? Or did I blink and miss them.

Waters: Haha...very funny Matt...

Covey: Here Waters...have a beer!

Waters: Don’t mind if I do!

Waters and Covey open their beer cans.

Masters: Can I hav...

Covey: Jarred! I’m sorry...I almost forgot about you!

Covey passes a beer to Daniels.

Daniels: Why, thankyou Matt! But shouldn’t we be focusing on the match?

Masters: Please...look at them...neither one of them can get an upper hand...now Matt...if you don’t mind...could I have a drink aswell?

Covey: Oh! I almost forgot...

Covey grabs another beer.

Covey: Here you go...Jessica!

Matt tosses a beer to Jessica Towers, who nods in appreciation.

Masters: Bloody hell! I would like a beer aswell, thankyou!

Covey: Huh...oh Masters...sorry...only I only give this to Americans...

Masters: But...but Shawn...

Covey: Quiet William...you are ruining a good match here! I feel like this is gonna be a long, great match!

In the ring, Breezy has taken control over Croft. He kicks Croft in the gut, before bouncing off the ropes. He comes back for a clothesline...but Croft ducks! In one swift motion, Croft rolls Breezy up!

1

2

3!!!

Covey: WHAT!?!

Waters: HAHAHA OH MY GOD! That was pathetic!

Covey: What is this...I haven’t even finished my first goddamn beer!

Daniels: Well Matt...looks like Croft is progressing in the Bad Ass invitational!

Covey: No dammit! This isn’t how this match was meant to go!

Daniels: You wanted Breezy to win?

Covey: Huh? I don’t care who wins or loses this thing...I just wanna see some blood...how can I expect someone to become the new Bad Ass if they don’t even bust open their opponent!

Daniels: Matt...there is still another match...and I guarantee that it will be violent!

Covey: It better be...or else I came out here for nothing...

Waters: Hey now Matt...coming out here hasn’t been completely pointless...you’ve been able to shut Masters up for longer than a minute...I don’t think that has happened the whole time I’ve been in CZW!

Masters: Oh ha ha ha!

Waters: Dammit! Oh well...it was good while it lasted! I’ve gotten word that something is going on backstage!

*****

Sam Attic looks around and isn’t any happier than when he arrived. He turns to see his guard point to the area ahead. Sam smiles and reaches to the stack of chairs next to the wall. He looks at it like it was a new toy and smiles that smile that all killers get with the flush of adrenaline they get right before the act is done.

Easing to the corner, Kaelin is standing and looking at a tech while they talk, none the wiser.

Chair at the ready, Sam charges and readies to hit Kaelin as the tech yells and ducks away. BADOOOOWWWW

Sam: HOWS IT FEEL KAELIN? HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS?!!!? THINK THAT YOU CAN f**k WITH ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT?!! ARE YOU THAT f**kIN STUPID????!!!!

Hitting him a second and third time across the back and legs with the chair, it now bent and useless, Sam throws it down and looks at him.

Sam: No your place now Kaelin? Its at my feet. Next time you feel like getting lucky remember this. I am the man, you are nothing …… NOTHING!!!!

Turning away, he motions for his guard to follow as med techs check on Kaelin.

*****

-=- BAD ASS INVITATIONAL MATCH! -=-
"The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw vs. "CZW's Resident Rock Star" Johnny Kerosene

*****

Daniels: The Bad Ass Invitational is continuing as one half of the Tag Team Champions faces one of the new fastest rising stars here in CZW.

Covey: EVERYONE WANTS TO BE MY APPRENTICE!

Masters: Unfortunately Covey is still here as well.

Waters: Blow it out yer ass Masters.

Covey: Don’t give me any ideas Waters.

Dead Bodies Everywhere by Korn begins to play as the fans start to cheer and the Hardcore Icon is on the stage.

Jessica: The following is a Bad Ass Invitational match. Introducing first, he is from Akron, Ohio. He is Buzzsaw!

Buzzsaw is in the ring as the fans cheer get louder as he climbs to the second turnbuckle and poses for them. Then Johnny B. Goode by Judas Priest begins to play as the fans keep coming as Johnny is on the stage now with his half of the Tag Team Titles.

Jessica: His opponent, he is from Bristol England and he is one half of the CZW Tag Team Champions. Johnny Kerosene!

The fans cheer as Johnny hops up on the turnbuckle as he raises his belt over his head and the fans cheer.

Daniels: Both competitors are ready the bell is under way and here we go Buzzsaw versus Johnny Kerosene.

Waters: CZW’s Resident Rock Star against the Hardcore Icon this should be a phenomenal match.

Covey: More importantly these men want to become my Apprentice.

Masters: As far as why anyone would want to do that is beyond me.

Daniels: This match is underway as the two men tie up. Buzz gets Johnny in a headlock as Johnny pushes Buzz off of him. Buzz goes off the far ropes and starts running at Johnny. Johnny gets down on his stomach as Buzz jumps over. Johnny then runs to the far ropes as he springboards off and goes for a Moonsault. Buzz catches him and goes for a power slam. Johnny squirms out and pushes Buzz into the corner and Buzz cracks his head off the turnbuckle. Buzz stumbles backwards and Johnny tries and goes for The Facemelter but Buzz grabs onto the top rope. Johnny backs up as Buzz goes for a big close line as Johnny ducks. Johnny goes for a spinning calf kick and Buzz gets out of the way himself. The two men are at a standoff.

Waters: These fans love it listen to the them cheering for these two men.

Covey: Very impressive work from these two men. Needless to say I am impressed so far.

Masters: Covey you can’t drink out here.

Covey: Masters, I can do whatever I want.

Daniels: The two men shake hands again as they go for another tie up and this time Buzz with a big knee to the midsection of Johnny. He then hits Johnny with a big close line and goes for an early cover 1.…no!

Masters: Buzz obviously has the size advantage here and he is going to use it obviously. He picks Johnny up and hits him with a body slam. He then bounces off the ropes and goes for a leg drop and Johnny rolls out of the way. Johnny with a quick nip up as he dropkicks Buzzsaw who is still on his ass. Standing Moonsault connects from Johnny. He goes for a cover 1.…..no!

Covey: Both men know it’s important to be my apprentice. Not only will they become one of the baddest men in CZW but they get lots of beer.

Waters: Johnny is stomping away at Buzzsaw as Buzzsaw is getting back to his feet. Johnny bounces off the ropes and is going for a flying fore arm smash….

Daniels: OH! Buzz hit’s a MASSIVE Big Boot right in the face of Johnny halting his offence immediately.

Waters: Johnny is down as Buzzsaw picks him up and hits him with a sit out Two Handed Chokeslam. Ge goes for a cover 1.….2.…no! Johnny gets his shoulder up. However Buzz is obviously in control as he starts stomping away at Johnny.

Covey: Having a man who is in more legal trouble than me could prove to be beneficial if Buzzsaw wins.

Daniels: Buzzsaw is now waiting for Johnny to get up. Johnny is on his feet as goes over and grabs him and launches him with a T-Bone Suplex. Johnny however manages to get on his feet quickly as he is launched with another T-Bone Suplex. Buzz then goes over and picks up an obviously hurting Johnny as he is going for a power bomb…

Masters: He hits him with a Last Ride Powerbomb!

Covey: That was awesome.

Waters: Cover 1.…..2.….NO!

Daniels: HOW DID JOHNNY KICK OUT!?!?

Covey: Resilient little bastard.

Masters: Buzzsaw is now heading to the outside of the ring and he is going for…..yup a chair no surprise.

Daniels: Who is that?

Masters: Who?

Waters: I dunno maybe that really large man in the hooded sweater standing at ring side.

Masters: Oh him. I dunno Covey you know him?

Covey: I don’t think so but you never know who ya run into with some of the nights I don’t remember.

Waters: Buzz takes the chair and enters the ring however the distraction from the man seems to be the little opening Johnny could have needed. He is starting to stir around and is getting back to his feet. Buzz sees this and Johnny is on his feet. Buzz swings the chair and Johnny ducks. He bounces off the ropes and hit’s a baseball slide chop block. Buzz drops the chair and is down on his knees. Johnny picks the chair up and swings….

Masters: OW!

Covey: Damn, that hurt me!

Daniels: What a chair shot. He basically took Buzzsaw’s head off. He is going for the cover 1.…..2.…..NO!

Masters: Somehow he managed to recover from that hellacious shot. That was wicked.

Daniels: However, this is the opening that Johnny needed. He has taken the much bigger man off of his feet. He is now waiting for him to get up. He allows Buzz to get on one knee and hits him with a Flying Forearm. He then hits him with a spinning calf kick. Buzz is still on one knee though as Johnny quickly to the top rope. Buzz gets back to a vertical base as Johnny takes flight.

Waters: Corkscrew Cross Body….

Covey: Holy f**k, look at the little bastard spin around.

Masters: Buzz caught him. He brings him to the corner could be a running power slam but Johnny is throwing elbows and getting out of it. Buzz lets him go and Johnny is sitting on the top rope. Buzz charges and Johnny hits him with a boot to the face. Johnny is going to take flight it seems…..

Waters: THAT MAN IN THE HOODIE!

Daniels: He just climbed on the apron and knocked Johnny out with some Brass Knuckles.

Covey: He sure did, what a shot.

Daniels: Johnny simply collapses onto the mat as Buzzsaw picks him up……Buzzkiller!

Waters: Cover 1.……2.……3!

The bell rings as Buzzsaw stands up and the referee raises his hands as Dead Bodies Everywhere begins to play.

Jessica; Here is your winner…..BUZZSAW!

Covey: That man is one step closer to being my apprentice.

Daniels: Thanks to that gentlemen in the hoodie, who seemed to have disappear.

Covey: I don’t care how they win. They just have to win. Congrats Buzzsaw!

*****

Mike Monroe is sitting in the Beautiful Agony locker room, listing to his mp3 player. He doesn't hear Tatum as she walks in and touches him on the shoulder, surprising him.

Tatum: "Sorry, dude. Didn't mean to spook you."

Mike: "No worries. Just listening to some Slipknot. You know, soothing music."

She pulls up a chair and looks at him, face to face.

Tatum: "Mike, we need to talk."

Mike pauses his music player and takes out both ear buds before looking at her.

Mike: 'Bout what?"

Tatum: "You know what I mean. It needs to be brought out in the open."

Mike rolls his eyes and lets out a deep sigh.

Mike: "There isn't anything to talk about whatsoever."

Tatum scoots the chair closer and stares directly into his eyes.

Tatum: "Just sit there and listen, I'm not gonna sy this once. Yeah, he was your best friend. It's gonna hurt, I know. My sister has drank his kool aid, appearently. I know you, we've known each other for about 20 years. I know it takes a lot for you to trust people, and when they break that trust, you get all emo. I'm not gonna tell you what to do, but you know what you need to do."

Tatum gets up and walks off, leaving Mike sitting there in the locker room. Mike puts his ear buds back in, but starts to stare off in space, as if thinking about something.

*****

-=- ULTIMATE X PREVIEW/MONSTER FEUD TAG TEAM VENTURE! -=-
Sam Attic & Garrett William vs. Tim Timmons & Mountain Man

*****

Masters: “Well, now we’re getting to the match I want to see the most! Here are four fighters who I really respect, and to see them together, ready to give us a clean, hard fought match the likes of which guys like El Pablo, Krimson Blaze, Brian Blaze, or Godzilla Sawyer couldn’t survive without resorting to some kind of trickery! These guys are straight-shooters and now they have a chance to shine.”

Jarred: “Honestly, William! How do you continue to speak like that without at least cracking a smile? When I tell that big of a whopper, I can never get to the end without laughing.”

Masters: “And that’s why I’m better than you, Jarred. I can sell a bag of ice to an eskimo, including shipping and delivery!”

Waters: “Now, just to be clear for the fans, while this match is a preview for the Ultimate X match currently scheduled for Summer Showdown, this match itself is standard CZW rules. However, standard rules here are no countout, no DQ.”

Masters: “That’s Ok. I prefer Baskin Robbins for that kind of thing. Now let’s go to Jessica in the ring.”

With the referee waiting, Jessica Towers is indeed in the ring with her microphone in hand.

Jessica: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match and scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of ‘Psycho’ Sam Attic and ‘The Kansas Colossus’ Garrett William!”

The song ‘Crashing’ by Gravity Kills plays as the two men stroll down the ramp, accompanied by Sam’s valet Simone and by his bodyguard, the tall strong looking man with a bandana both covering his head and another concealing his face. As they reach the ring it merges and morphs into Garrett’s theme ‘Down with the Sickness’ by the band Disturbed. Sam Attic makes lewd gestures to the fans and essentially tells them what they can do about it while Garrett is focused, watching the wrestler’s entrance closely.

Jarred: “Quite the entourage Sam and Garrett have with them. Do you really think Sam Attic is planning a clean match?”

Masters: “You betcha! Sam hired the security agent there to protect Simone, nothing more. When he’s concentrating on a match, any pervert with nasty thoughts could accost her. That big man makes sure that doesn’t happen.”

Jessica, in the ring: “And their opponents, members of The Next Generation and accompanied by ‘The God of War’ Caleb Walker, they are former Ultraviolent Champion Moutain Man Newsome and the current CZW X-Division Champion, The King of Chaos Tim Timmons!”

The song ‘New Day’ by Adelita’s Way pounds from the arena speakers as the trio makes its way down to the arena floor. In the ring, Sam Attic is having a heated discussion with the referee, but the ref is shaking his head ‘no’, which is irritating Sam further.

Masters: “What’s going on? Is that ref doing something wrong?”

Waters: “From what I’m hearing, Sam is complaining that Caleb Walker should not be allowed at ringside for this match. The ref is countering that he will send Walker back to the locker rooms only if the bodyguard is sent back as well.”

Masters: “I don’t know why. He can trust Caleb Walker to be a fine, upstanding gentleman like he is.”

Jarred: “Oh, barf.”

Master: “At least get to a bathroom first, Jarred. I mean, eeeewwww!”

The matter is settled and Caleb and the bodyguard, with Simone, are stationed at ringside on opposite sides of the ring. Inside, the two sides are deciding who will start the match.

Waters: “Sam just patted Garrett on the shoulder and stepped onto the apron. Tim Timmons and Mountain Man seem undecided...

Jarred: “Wait...are they playing ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’? How professional is that?”

Masters: “What’s wrong with that, Jarred? Do you realize how simple things would be if we used that method to decide things like who will fill and empty Senate seat instead of elections? It would be faster, cost much less, and have pretty much the same result!”

Jarred: “Wow, William. Wow. I am flabbergasted by that comment.”

Masters: “I know. Genius, right?”

In the ring, apparently Newsome has won and Tim steps out onto the ring apron. The bell rings and the match is underway.

Masters: “I’m sure Sam is a little nervous here. I mean, he is by far the smallest guy here in a ring filled with huge, solid wrestlers. Even if The Kansas Colossus accidentally runs into him, he’ll be hurting.”

Waters: “Good point. He’ll have to use his speed to keep that from happening. Sam is a tough person, but he can only take so many power shots. The more he can avoid, the better off he will be.”

Jarred: “And now Mountain Man and Garrett are face to face...well, more like face to upper chest. I mean, Newsome is a huge man! When is the last time we saw him in there with someone that much bigger? And there they go! Right hands, left hands, they are just pounding each other with punches! Neither man is giving ground! Now Garrett is getting a small advantage and moving to body chops and slaps to Mountain Man’s chest! He backs MtM into a corner and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner!”

Waters: “Garrett going for an avalanche...NO! Josh moved out of the way and William just ran straight into the turnbuckle. He’s turning away in pain and Newsome is backing into the corner, climbing backward onto the 2nd rope...BULLDOG OFF THE SECOND ROPE! Garret is down, Newsome rolls him over...pinfall attempt!”

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Garrett gets an arm up!

Masters: “That was incredible! Mountain Man just got a two count off Garrett and the match is barely a minute old! This is going to be good!”

Jarred: “And William is out of the ring having rolled out under the bottom rope! Sam has joined him near where Simone and the bodyguard are staying and they are having a conference! And what is this? Is Newsome...playing to the crowd a bit?”

Waters: “I think you are right! He’s standing in the middle of the ring and turning slowly, one fist high over his head, and the fans are beginning to cheer.”

Masters: “Well, they hate Sam and Garrett so much that they will cheer for anyone against them! Next Generation doesn’t care about that kind of stuff.”

Jarred: “Well, Newsome must care about it a little, at least. But can you believe he went for that pinfall?”

Masters: “Well, why not? William has about the least amount of experience of the four competitors, maybe Mountain Man thought he could get lucky right off the back, take advantage of Garrett’s inexperience.”

Waters: “Garrett is getting back in, stepping OVER the top rope like only a giant can. He and Josh are face to face again...and Garrett just smashes his knee into Mountain Man’s ribcage, almost knocking the wind out of him. With a huge roar into the air, William snatches the 320 pounder off his feet and bodyslams Josh onto the mat! Newsome is on his knees in an instant and trying to get up, but Garrett grabs him by the hair and yanks him to his feet...then pushes him hard into the turnbuckle! The Colossus charges in, but Newsome gets a foot up into Garrett’s gut, stopping his momentum. Again, Mountain Man climbs backward to the second rope...”

Jarred: “He’s signalling for something...HEAD BUTT! He holds onto Garrett’s head...another Head Butt! And a 3rd! Garrett is reeling as Newsome hops down onto the mat. He’s running the ropes...shoulderblock! The big man is shook by Mountain Man’s attack but not off his feet. Josh is into the ropes again, but Garrett steps forward! He’s using Josh’s own momentum and...”

Masters: “Look at that! Garret Williams is gorilla pressing The Mountain Man up over his head! I can’t believe it! In his entire career, I don’t know if Newsome has ever been in this position! Garrett lets him drop...but rookie mistake there. He’s too close to TNG’s corner, and as Mountain Man falls, Tim Timmons leaned in and smacked Newsome’s boot. The ref is signaling a legal tag and Timmons is in!”

Waters: “But so is Sam Attic as Garrett tags him in!”

Without any hesitation, the two men meet in the middle with flailing lefts and rights. This time it works a little differently as, after a few shots, Tim grabs Sam around the waist, lifts him up, takes him down in almost perfect amateur wrestling form, then begins to pound the fallen Attic! The self-named King of Chaos lurches to his feet and drags his opponent up...only to throw him out of the ring over the top rope! Seeing an opportunity, Caleb Walker moves around the corner of the ring toward Attic, but Sam’s bodyguard is just as quick, moving over to stand in front of Sam and block Caleb’s way. The two glare for a moment, but the scene is broken with Tim himself stepping out of the ring, grabbing Sam, ‘helping’ him to his feet, and rolling him back into the ring. Tim begins to climb into the ring even as Sam is beginning to stand.

Jarred: “Tim is through the ropes but Sam is up on his feet...Sam comes off the opposite rope...Cartwheel Kick right into Tim’s face! Timmons is still on his feet but momentarily stunned by the sudden attack.”

Waters: “You don’t see that kind of attack much and Sam hasn’t used it regularly. Unless you are looking for it, you just don’t expect a wrestler to do a hand stand and kick you like that, and it really maximizes Sam’s powerful legs and his agility. Now Sam is laying into Timmons with kicks to both sides of Tim’s ribs and abdomen, three kicks to each side. Now, I’ve seen Sam do some fantastic, acrobatic kicks, but it’s a bit unusual for him to use basic kicks in repetition like this.”

Masters: “And now he’s lifting Tim up for a bodyslam...no! Backbreaker, right down across Attic’s knee!”

Jarred: “Sam backs Tim into the corner, hits with two more kicks, one to each side, and then Sam Attic grabs the ropes and starts ramming his shoulder into Tim’s midsection. I see a pattern here, with each attack going to the same part of the body.”

Masters: “But here goes Tim with straight right hands to Sam’s head, backing the man up. Timmons heading for his corner...but Sam Attic catches him from behind with a waist lock...into a perfect German suplex! He’s releasing the hold and rolling to his own corner...tag to Garrett William, who steps in and wrenches Tim Timmons off the mat...Oh, DID YOU SEE THAT>” Waters: “Indeed, a brutal knee lift right into Tim’s ribs...and now Garrett is locking Tim into a bear hug, one of the giant’s specialties! And Tim is grimacing in pain!”

Masters: “Tim Timmons is a pretty tough guy, but he’s not used to facing someone this big, either. Tim can’t just push Garrett around.”

For over a minute, Tim is locked in the bear hug before he looks into the eyes of The Colossus...and then boxes both of the big man’s ears! Garrett lets go and Tim takes in a huge breath...then he hits the ropes and hits the bent over Garrett William with a running elbow to the head! Tim hits the ropes again and this time shoulderblocks the giant in the side of the knee, dropping William to a kneeling position. One more bound off the ropes, and The King of Chaos boots William in the head! Still, the big man does not fall!

Jarred: “And there is the difficulty in dealing with someone that big! Without even standing up, from almost the center of the ring, Garrett just stretched out his long arm and tagged in his parter. Sam Attic is in...and drops Timmons with a Pele kick to the jaw! And...OH! Leg Drop from William, and Sam makes the cover.”

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Masters: “Kickout...and with some strength, I must add! Tim isn’t ready for a pin yet as he rolls and tries to reach his partner.”

Jarred: “But again, Sam is right there, grabbing Tim and whipping him into the ropes and...Standing Solo Spanish Fly! Sam just flipped Tim and himself over, slamming Timmons down and landing on top of him! Attic stands...and bows to Mountain Man! I can’t believe the arrogance. Then he lifts Tim to his feet...and tags Garrett back in.”

Waters: “And Garrett locks back into the bear hug! I think Family Fiscus’ came in with a plan here. I mean, with what they are doing, they could have done this to Tim or Joshua, whichever they caught!”

Masters: “And William is really bearing down, leaning into the hug.”

Again, for over a minute, Tim struggles with the terrible hold. Finally, he looks up...and plants his thumb directly into Garrett’s eye! Garrett let’s go again and Tim again moves for a tag...but again Garrett reaches out that long arm and tags and eager Psycho, and Sam Attic launches himself across the ring, passing Tim Timmons entirely and dropkicking Mountain Man off the apron. Suddenly there is no one there for Timmons to tag, and Sam turns and hits a standard enzugiri to the back of Timmons head! Timmons falls and rolls onto his back, and Sam performs a double legdrop to the larger man’s ribs and midsection! Tim is on the mat even as Sam tags Garrett back in. Garrett pulls Tim to his feet...and locks in the bear hug!

Jarred: “This is brutal. I don’t know how much more...”

Waters: “Wait! Tim...THE KING OF CHAOS IS BITING GARRETT’S FACE!”

Indeed! Garrett let’s go of Tim even as fresh blood starts to drip from the bridge of his nose where Tim’s teeth marks can clearly be seen! Tim makes a signal in the air after which Mountain Man, now back on the apron, puts his huge foot up in front of the turnbuckle. Tim grabs The Kansas Colossus by the front of his tights and drops onto his butt, using his weight to pull the giant forward while tripping him at the same time, and Garrett’s face smashes into Newsome’s foot as he falls!

Jarred: “TIIIIIIIIMBEEEERRRRR!”

Masters: “That’s not funny...but it was clever on the part of Tim!”

Waters: “And there is the hot tag! Mountain Man is in even as Sam Attic rushes him...BIG BOOT by Newsome and Sam hits the mat! Attic is back up instantly...clothesline to Sam drops him again! Garrett William and Sam stand almost at the same time, but Mountain Man clotheslines William and the big man stumbles into the corner. Head butt from Mountain Man to Attic! Joshua Newsome is on a tear in that ring!”

Masters: “And here comes Timmons, with Caleb Walker handing him a steel chair from ringside! And Sam’s bodyguard is on the apron...and receives a head butt from Mountain Man for his trouble! The bodyguard falls to ringside even as the two members of TNG grab the chair and run it into Garrett’s head! Garrett Williams is falling out over the top rope onto the floor!”

Waters: “A big man like that can get really injured falling out of the ring...and TNG grab Sam Attic and...double Spear...Spear...SPEAR! But they are not finished. Timmons is standing Sam up...Mountain Man is locking him in...Classic Skyscraper Double Powerbomb! Josh slams Sam down with Tim pushing down on Sam’s shoulders for extra impact! And Mountain Man goes for the pin!

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Sam Attic’s bodyguard just pulled Mountain Man by his legs out of the ring, breaking the count. The bodyguard is punching Newsome...and whips him into the ring post! He locks in for a suplex...picks him up...

Jarred: “Holy cow! Sam’s bodyguard is holding the 320 lb Mountain Man in the air for 5 seconds before suplexing him at ringside! How strong is that masked man?”

Waters: “I don’t know, but when they were facing each other, the bodyguard actually looks several inches taller than Newsome...and Alex Kaelin is running to the ring, launching himself under the top rope and into the ring, trying to reach Attic! Obviously this is in retaliation for what happened earlier tonight! Caleb Walker is moving to help Mountain Man, but Garrett Williams has intercepted and is now nailing Walker with slaps and chops to the chest! The bodyguard is also getting into the ring and grabs Kaelin...this is breaking out into complete chaos!”

Masters: “Caleb and Garrett on the floor, Newsome is just now beginning to stir...Alex Kaelin and Sam’s bodyguard have come to blows...and the bandana concealing his hair is off! We can now see that the bodyguard has jet black hair. Those two fall out of the ring and land in a heap at ringside, leaving Tim Timmons and Sam Attic alone in the ring. Tim is grabbing Sam but...did Simone just hand something to her beau?”

Jarred: “I think she did! Tim is signaling for a finisher, I think he intends on his Extreme Impact. But Sam has whatever was handed to him...and sprays something in Tim’s eyes! Tim Timmons is stumbling back, apparently in great pain and unable to see! Can we get a camera shot of whatever Sam Attic just dropped?”

Waters: “There it is, it looks like...perfume! Sam sprayed perfume in the King of Chaos’ eyes!”

Masters: “And Sam is following up...CRADLE DDT! Sam’s finisher!”

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3!

Jessica, from a safe position: “Your winners: Sam Attic and Garret William!”

Security and part of the locker room all swarm out of the back to put an end to the chaos as Caleb fights Garrett, the bodyguard is brawling with Kaelin. As they try to pull the brawlers apart, the bandana covering the bodyguard’s face comes off with a Kaelin punch...

Masters: “THATS EZRA MAYHEM! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!”

Daniels: “Now we know why he interfered in the match with Buzzsaw and Kerosene.”

Waters: “If HE is around then where is Jakob? And how smart a move was that? They know who the tag champs are and decided to make themselves known. But what is he doing with Sam Attic?”

Jarred: “Well, we’ve finally separated TNG from the Fiscus’ and Kaelin and Ezra are being escorted away from the ring, leaving Sam, Garrett, and Simone to celebrate in the ring. I don’t think anything was settled today and more questions need to be answered now than before the match began! Hopefully we’ll have more for our fans after these messages.”

*****

Static takes the screen, burning white and black through the dimmed arena. With all attention on it, the static clears into a shot of three black lines. An erie spotlight gleams down upon them, casting three more ebon lines ont he ground underneath. The common screams or jeers of the fans, now silenced by sheer confusion, were replaced with a low-toned, almost depressing guitar piece. Within a few seconds, the words "I never wanted, I never cared before" are sung and the guitars get louder, accompanied by drums in As I Lay Dying's "I Never Wanted". The three lines began to lift, bend, and move in a crawling motion across the camera, as the camera itself began to pull out. The three became six, accompanied by eight, eyes that is, as the lines slowly revealed themselves as the hairy legs of a creeping Tarantula.

The camera focused on the spider, lingering in the blinding light, shielded from the darkness around it. The creature continue, it's fangs rubbing together at one point, before it crawled out of the lights into the shadows before it faded away in the backdrop.

"Insects.........this world is full of them. Ignorant bugs, crawling, squirming, buzzing in your ear. While they believe themselves a threat, a contender in the game of natural selection to which we are all players, in truth, all they are is an annoyance, screaming to the giants above them to deliver them from this venomous world."

The shot was changed within a split second to a completely blurry video feed. The camera shook, as if through the eyes of a man suffering from the various vices in his life. Try and try as it might, the camera could not focus on the form behind it. The scene shifts again, now to a combined mask of both smiling comedy and weeping tragedy, light shining down on it the same as the tarantula. The scene shifted again, back tot he blurred setting, but now the focus began to return, the images becomming sharper, like they were being brought from the water. Gray skies served as the background for a red brick building, it's roof lined with barbed-wire for some odd reason. The clouds slowly drifted by, and so did the camera, as it drifted downward, "I Never Wanted" still playing in the air.

The building became a large mass of reddish-brown and stained cement. Closer and closer the bircks came as the camera fell lower and lower, until becomming dead leveled. Now the video was given life, as three figures appeared, each using the wall as a tool for relaxation. To the far right, a young woman stood. She wore a tight black leather vest, blatantly displaying her detail.....curves in plain view. the zipper in the center of it was pulled down to reveal just enough clevage to show her comfort in public, but the smirk on her face showed that it was more like arrogance as dark as the eyeliner she wore. Her amber hair was held back by a black headband like piece, and her lower body was cradled in a pair of tight darkblue jeans. A rip on the right knee giving it detail. On her right arm, from the shouldr to the elbow, tattoos danced in a graceful manner. To the far left, a figure that we have seen before stood. Dawning a black leather jacket, ripped jean shorts, combat boots, and a black t-shirt with a giant skull on it, he let his blonde, braided hair fall over his shoulders. His eyes were painted up in two sharpened black lines, like those on a jester or a harlequin mask. He scowled, looking over to the center piece of the triad.

This figure stood with his back to the camera. He leaned forward,resting his right arm, which was, like the woman next to him, heavily tattoo'd, as well as his left arm, on the wall. He wore a longer black, cloak like coat that stretched down to his knees. The hood that shrouded his identity from us was lined right down the center with silver studs, ranging down to the top of the shoulders. On the back of the cloak, an image that would haunt the dreams of small children and those of great faith. An angel, it's head hung low and with wings of black feathers sat on the back of this man, it's arms crossed in an X, black X's placed on the back of it's hands. Underneath, the words "Totus Hail Vomica" were placed in white lettering. At the sight of this logo, the fans erupted into a combination of cheers and boos, as the recognized, before even seeing his face, who this was.

"Insignificant worms, ants beneath the feet of man. That's all you are, and all you ever will be. I tried to help......hehe..I tried to help you, but what did i get for my giving ways? Nothing but cruelty! A wise man once said "Never bite the hand that feeds you", but I see this as an unfinished verse. It should have gone "Never bite the hand that feeds you...............""

The man's head moved slightly to the left, as if he was looking through the thick black hood around his head and into the very minds of his viewers.

""......or the hand will crush you in vengeance." No longer am I bound to your disaese, your faults, your FAILURES! I'm above that. I'm above it all. Good, evil, right, wrong, pain, please, suffering, satisfaction, it all means nothing! I have found something more. My meaning in life has been greatly multiplied, and my cause has grown ever stronger. I'm a champion, I'm a warrior, I'm a leader..............I'M A LEADER GOD DAMN IT!"

The man slammed his fist on the brick, bringing his head in closer to it. His female counterpart, turned to him, placing her hand gently on his back, andgoing in close, trying to comfort him. The familar figure in leather simply looked on. The center being nudged the woman off, as he turned slowly to the camera. The silver zipper that rose up the center of his jacket shined in the light, as did the skull pendant that hung from it. Studs also lined the pockets of the jacket, as they gleamed in unison as the rest of the metal. The man's head stayed low, the hood covering everything except the lower-half of his face. a silver lip ring could be seen on the right side of his bottom-lip.

"I will no longer be held down. I won't be a victim of some false idols ego. I am not a tool, but a weapon, wielded by no man! The doomsday clock has begun again, and in four weeks, CZW, and all it's residents, will perish in my revolution, Selena's revolution, Axel's revolution, OUR REVOLUTION! The insects that did nothing but get in my way, will now succumb to rapidly killing venom. It's a horrible fate, sad but true......."

The figure reached up, and pulled the hood back. He too wore a headband like the woman to his side. As he looked up,his neck length hair fell down, and his black painted eyes glared into the camera. No doubt left, the cheers and boos rose to a peak, as this was the clean shaven, more decorated face of "The Straight Edge Curse" Ryan Shane! Ryan brought his arms up into the famous Straight Edge X, the woman next to him, now known as Selena, did the same, but with less intensity. Axel simply stared at the camera.

"Makes us better than you!"

The camera then immediatly cuts to static, then fades to a still black.

*****

*CZW returns from commercials where Ryan Lewis is standing in the ring anticipating something it seems to be*

Ryan Lewis: I don't really understand what it is that i'm out here for, but CZW management told me to be at this particular spot...

***THE LIGHTS GO OUT IN THE ARENA!***

Masters: What the hell?! Another malfunction with the lights?! Does it ever end?!

Waters: Well, all this SHOUTING your doing Bill isn't making the situation any better now isn't it?

Daniels: Look at the Combat Tron!

*The screen is black as red writing slowly starts coming in right in the direct middle of the Combat Tron*

There comes a time...

...In everyone's life...

...When you need a fresh start...

...When you need to re-evaluate your surroundings...

...When you make sacrifices along the way...

...This fire burns...

...This yearn to be at the top still burns inside...

...It is time...

...The time has come at last...

*The lights come back on as Ryan Lewis looks like he's seen a ghost as he's staring at someone entrenched in a black robe with red lining on the inside*

Daniels: SOMEONE IS IN THE RING! WHO IS IT?!

Masters: REVEAL THYSELF YOUNG WARD!!

Waters: Young ward? What the hell is this, Family Guy?!

*HEADSTRONG THEN PUMPS THROUGH THE P.A. WITH RESOUNDING FORCE!!!*

Daniels: OHHHH MY GOD! IT CAN'T BE!

Masters: IS IT...HIM!?!

*Just as the man takes off his hoodie, the lights go back off then come back on and only Ryan Lewis is only standing there*

Daniels: Awww DAMNIT! I thought he was back...

Masters: I'm glad that insect...

*HEADSTRONG HITS THE P.A. AGAIN AND THE CROWD LOOK UP AT THE ENTRANCE RAMP!*

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THE KODE OF SILENCE... HAS COME BACK... TO C...Z...W!!!!!!!

Daniels: AND THERE HE IS!!!!

"The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze is standing atop the ramp as EVERYONE in the arena is on their feet chanting!!

Daniels: LOOK AT THIS CROWD! MY GOD THE WHOLE BUILDING IS SHAKING!!

Waters: WHAT A RETURN!!

KB then walks down the ramp toward the ring where an emphatic Ryan Lewis is sweating bullets and his jaw has dropped with wide eyes expressed on his face. KB then enters the ring via the top and middle rope traditionally and takes a hold of a microphone that was given to him by the technical staff.

KB: HELLO SEATTLE WASHINGTON!!!

*The crowd instantly cheer again as the mention of their city*

KB: Man, it feels SOOO good to be back inside a CZW ring... I've missed the commentators, well, minus Williams Masters...

Masters: Yeah, I still hate your flying guts Blaze!

KB: Settle down there hombre... You just do your job as a commentator and let the Aerial Specialist talk, can you do that? Good! Now... Lets see... I've missed all the people in the back who've supported me in my time of absence... I requested time off for my family's sake and you know I was a MAN of my word when I told you all that I would be back... and guess what... NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT TIME BABY! KRIMZON BLAZE IS BACK!!

*The crowd goes into an eruption of "KB! KB! KB! KB! KB!" chants*

KB: Now... I know all of you are wondering... What is it that I decided to come back at the opportune moment? Well, that's an easy one... See, you all remember how epic and great the very 1st Ultimate X match was right? Well... I spoke with the higher ups, and guess what... KRIMZON BLAZE IS BACK AND HE'S GOING TO BE IN THE ULTIMATE X MATCH!!!!!!!

Daniels: MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

Waters: WHAT A HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!

Masters: YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!

KB: You heard it all here first... KRIMZON BLAZE IS BACK... AND HE'S GONNA BE BACK INSIDE ULTIMATE X!

*Headstrong hits the P.A. again as the fans chant "KB! KB! KB! KB! KB! KB!" once more as KB then exits the ring, Ryan Lewis is still frozen it appears as such as Ryan follows KB to the back*

*****

~~ BRIAN BLAZE WILL CONFRONT THE RETURNING EL PABLO! ~~

*****

Let Me Entertain You begins to play as the fans start cheering and Brian Blaze is seen on the stage. The fans erupt now and are on there feet as the Tag Team Champion makes his way to the ring wearing the Brian Blaze T-Shirt and his wrestling attire and a pair of Aviators with his hair slicked back. He rolls under the ring as he walks over to Jessica and asks for a microphone.

Daniels: Here comes a man we all want to hear from Brian Blaze and he is no doubt looking for the same thing we are all looking for.

Masters: I am not interested in what Brian has to say at all. I just want to hear why El Pablo became awesome and decided to attack Brian Blaze.

Waters: Though I do not agree with the way he said it I do agree with what Masters said. I think there might be something wrong with me.

Brian: Time for a Cheap Pop…… HELLO SEATTLE WASHINGTON!

The fans erupt yet again as Brian leans against the far corner and puts one leg up on the middle rope as he continues to talk.

Brian: Well, I’m sure you’ve all been following the roller coaster ride that is Brian Blaze recently. I lose the X Title thanks to Jesse Montana, I go on to then win the Tag Team Titles, Then I am relentlessly attacked by a mystery assailant. NOW! I don’t mind being attacked I mean I understand people are afraid to take the Sleaze. However, I know I’m not the only one when I say I’m surprised it was El Pablo who was attacking me!

The fans start to boo as even an El Pablo sucks chant starts as Brian waits for them to finish.

Waters: El Pablo Sucks!?! Those are worse I never thought I would hear from CZW fans.

Brian: Before this the last time we ever seen El Pablo he was out with a back injury. I even went to talk with him during my X Title run about what it was I needed to do to win. We were former Stable Mates in BAXTC and hell I even consider, well make that considered, him a friend. Then, I finally catch the son of a bitch who’s been attacking me and it was the Five Star Superstar, El Pablo!

The fans boo again as Brian quickly continues.

Brian: I mean, there are things I am always going to be certain of. Alan Fiscus is always gonna snort cocaine off of that World Title. Jesse Montana is NEVER going to meet a mirror he doesn’t like. Tim Timmons is still trying to figure out how to read.

The fans can’t help but laugh as Brian continues.

Brian: However, if you ever said, that El Pablo was going to perform sneak attacks as the Elder Statesmen of the X Division and attack Celine Dion’s favourite wrestler. Well, I would’ve thought you were more special than Ed Covey. Now, I can stand out here and ask why however that does me no good. So, to you El Pablo. Why don’t you bring your crumpet eating, tea drinking ass out here. You answer the question, Daniels, Masters, Waters, These fans and I have to ask you. Why EP why?

A typically dramatic pause in action follows Blaze's invitation, the attention of everyone in the arena focused on the CombatTron, awaiting the arrival, and indeed the return of the Five Star Superstar. The lights go down, and the opening guitar chimes of "Rebel Rebel" by David Bowie shimmer across the arena, drawing an unusually negative reaction from the crowd. However, after a few seconds the music changes, to the rather more energetic and dramatic "Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction, blue and pink lights flickering across the stage in accompaniment. As the vocals start up, a figure walks out from behind the curtain. However, it is not the feathered mouse all have become accustomed to. Rather, it is a blue and gold samurai, his arms out to the side, shoulders shrugged, as if questioning the fans' reaction to his arrival.

DANIELS: There he is, ladies and gentlemen! The Five Star Superstar.. the first and only Grand Slam Champion.. the first and only Superstar of the Year.. EL PABLO!!!

WATERS: But just listen to the reaction of the fans! I can't recall an El Pablo appearance ever being met with anything less than pure ecstasy, yet these people seem about ready to tear him limb from limb!

EP slowly saunters to the top of the ramp, and pauses momentarily until the chorus kicks in, cueing a huge pyro explosion from either side of the ramp. He then slowly makes his way towards the ring, climbing up onto the apron and vaulting over the ropes, flashing a smirk at Blaze before signalling for a microphone, as the music fades out.

DANIELS: This is it then.. after weeks of the most heinous sneak attacks, FINALLY Brian Blaze, and indeed the entire CZW fanbase, get their answer!

The crowd is at fever pitch, as EP and BB stand up against each other in the centre of the ring. BB stares hard into the eyes of his assailant, who appears more concerned with juggling the microphone in a variety of increasingly extravagant ways. After a while, BB loses patience..

BRIAN: Well.. wha-

EL PABLO: FIRST of all.. can I just say what an immense DISpleasure it is to be hear in the steaming pile of horseshit that is Seattle, Washington!

The crowd boos at the token cheap shot, as EP and BB just stare dead into each other's eyes.

EL PABLO: Actually.. that's unfair. It's really a lovely city, with some genuinely iconic landmarks. I mean, The Space Needle? What's cooler than something that took pride of place in the Frasier logo? Then you've got Qwest Field, Green Lake Park.. and hey, let's not forget the monorail!

This garners a rather more positive reaction, although a lot of faces appear to share Blaze's apparent confusion with exactly where El Pablo is going with this.

EL PABLO: Yeah.. it's the sports teams that really suck!

More boos fill the arena, along with a mish-mash of chants of the various local sports teams.

EL PABLO: ..I say that, I mean.. the Seahawks DID win the NFC West Championship four years in a row not so long ago.. and how about the Sounders, huh? 2009 Open Cup Champions? And Fourth place in the MLS, all in their debut season? Not too shabby! And the Mariners.. I mean.. they'll win something soon.. probably...

Again, the reaction immediately becomes more positive, although even EP himself now appears a little confused with himself. A few moments pass, with him gazing blankly off to the side, before he turns his gaze back to Brian Blaze.

EL PABLO: ..Sorry, what were we talking about?

Brian scratches his head as he walks over to EL Pablo.

Brian: Well, that was confusing. However, the facts remain to be seen. You can come out here and insult this city, you can insult there sport teams, then take it back right away. However, you see there is one thing all of these fans want and that's an answer out of you!

The fans cheer as Brian nods his head as El Pablo just stands there.

Brian: What's that? Do you want me to say it in a language you'll understand alright hold on one minute.

Brian then goes to the corner and starts reaching into his tights he then pulls out a monocle and a pipe as he walks back to the middle of the ring.

Brian: I say old chap. You have been up to some rather nefarious going abouts recently and I must say I disagree with the way you've been presenting yourself. Now why don't you make like the noble pip you are and give us an explanation, Cheerio!

The fans cheer and laugh as Brian takes off the Monocle but obviously keeps the pipe as he awaits a response from El Pablo.

However, EP, much like Blaze did a few moments before, just scratches his head, cocking it slightly to one side as he wrinkles his mouth in confusion. He then turns and makes his way through the ropes to the outside, a finger raised in the direction of BB, asking him to "hold that thought" for a moment. Blaze watches on as EP approaches a member of the crowd, a young boy, wearing a pair of brightly coloured antlers. EP asks the boy if he can borrow the antlers, but the boy, obviously feeling betrayed by his hero's recent actions, refuses. A few seconds of negotiation follow, before EP suddenly points towards the back of the stand, over the boy's shoulder. The boy spins round, and EP promptly whips the antlers off his head, before darting back into the ring. He makes a "two seconds" gesture at the boy as he re-approaches BB, then balances the antlers gingerly over the top of his mask, before raising the microphone slowly to his lips.

EL PABLO: ..Eh?

A unanimous groan rumbles around the arena, although a few people let out a laugh (as expected with any mocking of a non-US country). EP just smirks at BB.

EL PABLO: Heh, I'm just kidding, I understood all that perfectly..

EP tosses the antlers back to the boy, before stepping back from BB and leaning against the turnbuckle.

EL PABLO: You wanna know why I've undertaken this little "crusade" against you, Brian?

Blaze nods his head, the crowd chanting in agreement with him.

EL PABLO: Well, to be honest.. I don't really know. I mean, as you well know, there's never really been any "beef" between us.. In fact, I don't think we've really ever come across each other inside a CZW ring. So, chances are, it's probably nothing personal against you.

So.. MAYBE it's because, despite being a former X, Tag, Intercontinental AND World Heavyweight Champion.. despite being the first AND ONLY winner of the CZW Grand Slam.. despite being the first AND ONLY recipient of CZW's "Wrestler of the Year".. and despite being the undisputed driving force behind THE most successful, innovative and iconic stable in CZW history - that being Brand XTC, thankyou very much - I still just don't quite feel like I've been given the recognition I deserve. Despite having a record of achievement that FAR surpasses those of Alan Fiscus, Cage Striker, Ace King.. even Captain Brokeback, Jesse Montana himself.. I was still never anything more than the cooky sidekick. The Robin to Ace's Batman. You seen all those promo videos? Hey, there's Ace King.. hey, there's Brian Kirkland.. hey, there's Cage Stryker.. wait, was that El Pablo? Oops, dunno! Missed him!

So.. yeah, given all that.. perhaps I just got a little desperate. Perhaps I was so frustrated at never really being given the spotlight my achievements deserved, and concerned that a whole 3 months out would see me wiped off the CZW map altogether, that I decided to take.. drastic measures. Something to make sure the people would notice that El Pablo was still around.

Yeah, maybe that was it.. the old "Attention-Seeking Switcharoo".

Or.. maybe.. just maybe.. it was to do with THIS:

EP points to the CombatTron, as the big screen flickers into life, showing the climax of BB's X-Title defence against Tim Timmons on the March 8th edition of Overdrive.

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WATERS: Blaze is laying face first on a bed of shards of glass. Timmons is just on the other side of the glass but both men are covered in blood!

DANIELS: I think we should get some E.M.T.’s out here and fast.

*Several minutes pass until finally, help has arrived.* DANIELS: Well this is not good. EMT’s have placed the champ on a gurney and have wheeled him to the other side of the ring. The good news is, Timmons has come-to and is back on his feet, finally.

WATERS: Yes but Tim looks PISSED! What’s he doing now? Tim slides in the ring and rushes the opposing ropes…OH NOOO!! TIM JUMPS ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! HE JUMPS TOWARD BLAZE, ON THE GURNEY!!

*CRASH*

DANIELS: AY DIOS MIO!

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL…..TIM JUST NAILED A FROG SPLASH ON THE CHAMP, WHILE HE WAS LAYING ON THE GURNEY!!

DANIELS: EMT’s are pleading with Timmons as he picks Blaze up and slides him back into the ring. Tim picks Blaze up and places him onto his shoulders. I think he is trying to end it here with the Canadian Driver.

WATERS: Blaze counters with a DDT! Blaze backs up and is signaling to the cheering crowd, I think he is going to attempt that Blazing Arrow, sick kick! This could all be over soon!

DANIELS: Tim is up, he turns around…..Blaze smiles as he gets ready to charge Timmons! WAIT WHAT THE HELL??!!

WATERS:…….MONTANA EXPRESS????!!!!

MASTERS: YES!!!!

DANIELS: JESSE MONTANA JUST COME OUT OF NO WHERE, SLID INTO THE RING AND DELIVERED THE MONTANA EXPRESS ON THE CHAMP!! TIMMONS SMIRKS AS HE COVERS THE CHAMP!

1!

2!

3!

DING!....DING!....DING!

DANIELS: What the hell?? It’s all over and we have a new X champion!

TOWERS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER….AND NEW CZW X CHAMPION…..THE KING OF CHAOS!! TIM TIMMOOOOOOONS!!!

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The camera cuts back to the ring, Blaze and EP both still staring up at the screen.

EL PABLO: Yeah.. that'll do it.

See Brian, of all my achievements here in CZW, I think my proudest has to be the elevating of the X-Division from, quite frankly, a joke championship, to one seen in many circles as almost equal in prestige to the Intercontinental Championship. It went from a title that no-one with any real ambition would touch with a bargepole, to a title that anyone looking to make the leap up to the next level NEEDS to win. Just look at the names that have been engraved on that shiny lump of sexiness: El Pablo, Eddie Rowan, Cage Stryker, Krimzon Blaze.. okay, he only held it for about a fortnight in total, but he still went on to be a bona fide World Heavyweight Championship contender! Even you yourself have held that belt.. you've felt the force.. you've felt the unbelievable power it weilds.

HOWEVER.. because of what happened on March 8th 2010, you, I, Cage, Eddie, ALL of us.. will now have to spend the rest of our living days listening to Tim Timmons bigging himself up as the "GREATEST X-CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!!!" I know he had help to do it, I won't deny that.. but come on, man, he was unbearable enough when "he ran me close" all those times! I don't even remember them happening, but that doesn't matter to him! And of course, I'll know he's full of shit, you'll know he's full of shit.. hell, even 99% of these CZW fans will know he's full of shit.. but somewhere, probably down in deepest, darkest Arkansas.. a man will be sitting on his couch - I say couch, it'll probably be a couple of beer crates.. or just straight on the floor - but he'll be sitting there, thinking, "you know what? He's right! Tim Timmons IS the greatest X-Champeen of all time!"

And when that happens.. all OUR hard work, to build the X-Title up to where it is today.. completely destroyed.. and the belt will find itself down on the same level as Tim's "seven" Hardcore Title reigns.. or worse still.. the King of Chaos Title.

EP presses his fist dramatically to his mouth, staring at BB with sorrowful, almost terrified eyes.

Brian: Yeah that makes complete sense not at all. I mean you know Jesse Montana is lurking around the arena at all time. You could always go after him. I mean if it wasn't for that Montana Express you'd be in the ring with the current X Division Champion.

The fans boo at the sound of Montana as Brian continues.

Brian: Or, you know you could always go after Tim Timmons. You and I both know if you want to be considered a true champion you're gonna have to defend that title. You and I both know that champions take on anyone and everyone and are willing to defend at any moment. I personally can't see Timmons surviving the X Chamber match however I wouldn't put it past him to pull another miracle out of his ass. You know those two are prime candidates of people you could have went after if you were so worried of the legacy of the X Division. Hell, if you were really concerned you could have entered the X Chamber and won back your precious X Division Title.

The fans cheer Brian and the thought of El Pablo once again going for the X Division Title.

Brian: However, like a complete moron you've done noting but attack me. You hit me with a chair, put me through a table, and then through a glass table and you hit me in the head with a TV. Hell you even try and set me on fire! Why? Because I was screwed out of my title. You are worried about what Timmons is going to do to your X Division Title. Well here's a news flash for you. You need not worry about Timmons or that X Division Title you need to worry about Sleazy Entertainment Brian Blaze.

The fans cheer as a Brian Blaze chant echoes throughout the arena.

Brian: Now you see, I was going to enter the X Division Chamber match. I was going to enter that match take on every single ass clown in that match and regain my X Division Title and become only the second ever two time X Division Champion. I was going to get my revenge on Timmons and prove why I am one of the greatest stars in CZW today. However, you see I have a better idea. You see I have an idea for Summer Showdown that is going to sell tickets. It's going to sell on PPV. People are going to order to see this. People are going to talk about this for YEARS to come. You see at Summer Showdown I, Sleazy Entertainment Brian Blaze will challenge the one, the only, Five Star Superstar El Pablo to a one on one match.

The fans go absolutely ape shit as they cheer uncontrollably.

Daniels: Brian Blaze has just challenged El Pablo for Summer Showdown. This is surely an X Division Dream Match!

Masters: You don't have to do this El Pablo you're better than him!

Waters: Shut you mouth Masters. Everyone would want to see this match!

The fans are still going insane but are calming down as Brian awaits a response. He stares intently into the eyes of EP, who stares right back, before rubbing his temples and randomly shaking a few joints, as if limbering up for something. He then slowly raises the mic back to his lips, a wry smile spreading across his face.

EL PABLO: SO.. let me see if I can get this right...

You.. Brian Blaze.. the man who is directly responsible for irreconcilably tainting the legacy of the CZW X-Division, wants to face me.. El Pablo.. El Campeón de Campeones..in a one-on-one match live on Pay-Per-View?

The fans erupt again in support of this idea, as Blaze nods his head in confirmation.

EL PABLO: Okay, sure, I guess we could do that..

Another big cheer starts up, although EP quickly raises a hand to bring silence back to the arena.

EL PABLO: ..PROVIDED you prove yourself worthy of taking up such a challenge.

Boos start to ring around the arena, the fans clearly annoyed at such an arrogant attitude.

EL PABLO: Oh yeah, I'm going down this route!

EP flashes a cheeky wink at the camera, before walking over to the turnbuckle and leaning back against the padding.

EL PABLO: SO.. here's what we're gonna do. On the next edition of Overdrive, we're gonna have a series of challenges.. you and I, competing in various elaborate tests of speed, strength, endurance, and psychological mentality. If you win.. you get your match, and these people get to see the greatest spectacle that Summer Showdown - and quite possibly the entire CZW brand - has ever seen!

MASTERS: Brilliant!

The fans' response to this idea is rather more mixed, with a significant number of people clearly disappointed with EP's refusal to seal the deal right away. Blaze appears to share their discontent, shaking his head, although EP doesn't appear particularly concerned.

Brian: So, you want me to prove myself? You want me to show that I can hang with the only Grand Slam Champion?

El Pablo: And, Only Superstar of the Year!

Brian: If you want to have this little challenge then you better realize that I accept. Then when I beat you in these challenges, whatever they may be, I demand a game of Tiddly Winks! You and I are going to go one on one at Summer Showdown! Then when that happens you will regret ever trying to attack me for......well......basically no reason man!

The fans cheer at the idea of the challenges....and Tiddly Winks....

MASTERS: Tiddlywinks!?

WATERS: Tiddlywinks!?

DANIELS: Tiddlywinks!?

WATERS: Another CZW first, ladies and gentlemen!

EP steps out of the corner, getting right in Blaze's face, the two men staring daggers right into each other's soul. Slowly, EP raises the mic to his lips again.

EL PABLO: Let's do this thing.

The crowd erupts again as the two men continue to stare each other down.

DANIELS: It's on, folks! El Pablo.. Brian Blaze.. on the next edition of Overdrive, and then LIVE on Pay-Per-View at Summer Showdown!

WATERS: This is gonna be unbelievable, guys. Two LEGENDS of the X-Division locking horns.. who knows WHAT's gonna happen!?

MASTERS: Well, we may not even have to wait til next show, look at these two right now. This could explode at any second!

As the staredown enters its third minute, EP raises the mic again.

EL PABLO: So.. is this the part where I start to walk away, then turn round and hit you with a sucker-punch?

Brian: I believe so, yes.

EP slowly steps back from Blaze, making a gesture to let his opponent know he'll be watching. He turns round.. then snaps back, cracking Blaze in the skull with the microphone. Blaze drops to the floor, clutching his head, as EP drops the mic, the crowd starting to boo once again. EP stares down at BB as he gingerly pulls himself up on the ropes. Blaze turns round, and EP kicks him in the stomach before planting him with a jumping double-arm DDT. With Blaze now lying motionless on the canvas, EP exits the ring, the vociferous boos of the sellout Seattle crowd raining down upon him. When he reaches the top of the ramp, he turns round, facing back towards the ring. He places his arms across his chest in the "X" symbol, cueing the return of "Hypersonic" to the soundsystem, posing for a few seconds before turning back around and stepping through the curtain.

*****

‘Sorry You’re Not A Winner’ by Enter Shikari plays. The fans hail hate upon Jacob Havok as he walks out onto the stage. He stops at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand.

Havok: Well, well, well...Seattle, Washington...hometown of Jimi Hendrix, Nirvana, Starbucks, Batman himself, Adam West...and an old friend of mine...Eddie Rowan...

The fans cheer at the mention of Eddie’s name.

Havok: I find it quite strange...that despite all of the brilliant people and ideas to come from Seattle...there are still people like Eddie Rowan...what happened Seattle? I used to like this city...but then...you give us Eddie Rowan.

The fans boo.

Havok: Don’t get me wrong...I still prefer Eddie over Mike Monroe...but come on...the guy can’t even decide who are his friends!

Havok grins as his words are drowned out. After a minute or so, he finally lifts the mic.

Havok: OK...shut up...I do actually have an alternative purpose out here...and surprisingly...it doesn’t involve Mike Monroe!

Havok paces up and down the stage.

Havok: See...I was thinking...thinking about how pathetic Seattle is these days...

Once again, deafening boos.

Havok: ...and I had an idea...

Havok is almost yelling by this point.

Havok: ...I had an idea...if these fans think they don’t suck...think they still have dignity...why not get them to prove it?

At this word, almost every male arm in the arena shoots up into the air. Havok laughs.

Havok: Oh...no no no...I wasn’t talking about me fighting. See...another thing I was thinking about...was the fact that Lauren Caramazzi has yet to have a match in CZW...now...we can’t have her getting involved in anything without any practise, can we? So...I’m for a Seattle native who is of the female gender...a Seattle native who is prepared to stand up for her city and defend it’s honour...anyone out there willing to step into that very ring and take on the beautiful, yet deadly, Lauren Caramazzi?

A bunch of arms shoot up in the air. Havok walks down the ramp and looks around at some of the volunteers. He spots a woman in the front row sporting a Mike Monroe t-shirt. He grins and walks over to her.

Havok: You! Are you taking up my offer?

The woman nods.

Havok: What is you name?

Havok holds out the microphone.

Woman: Becky

Havok: Hello Becky...would you like to take my hand and I’ll lead you to the ring?

Becky: I can get myself there, thanks!

Becky climbs over the barricade, shoving Havok’s hand away. She hands her drink to a little girl at ringside.

Becky: I’ll be back soon baby...this won’t take long.

Havok: Oh...what an adorable child...how old is she?

Becky: Uh...she’s 10.

Havok: How cute...and just who is your favourite wrestler, little one?

The little girl tentatively leans towards the mic. In a barely audible whisper, she says ‘Brian Blaze’.

Havok: Brian Blaze! A good friend of mine! You know...I could get you backstage...you could meet everyone!

The little girl smiles.

Havok: All mummy has to do is beat Lauren...and I’ll take you backstage, okay?

The little girl nods happily. She cheers on her mother who climbs into the ring.

Havok: Now that you are ready, Becky...shall I bring out your opponent?

Becky nods.

Havok: Alright then...Lauren Caramazzi...

“I’m So Sick” by Flyleaf hits as Lauren Caramazzi walks out on stage. She walks to the ring, grinning at her opponent. She climbs in the ring and looks her up and down. She circles her and looks at her from behind before laughing. Lauren motions for Becky to attack. Becky swings at Lauren’s head, but Lauren ducks. As Becky turns back around, she is absolutely destroyed by a back kick to the side of the head! Becky goes down. Lauren mockingly pins her as Havok counts to 3...then 5...and even goes on to 10! Lauren rolls out of the ring and begins searching under the ring.

Havok: Oh...unlucky Becky...but unfortunately...you have just proven my point...you didn’t even get a single shot in...and as our reward...

Lauren holds the hair clippers from last week in the air.

Havok: ...we are going to take your hair...

Havok grins evilly as he grabs the unconscious Becky in a slight headlock. Lauren turns the clippers on. From the front row, Becky’s daughter begins screaming.

Girl: LEAVE MY MUMMY ALONE!!!

Havok looks at the girl. She is glaring angrily at Havok. Havok places Becky’s head on the ground and motions for Lauren to turn the clippers off. Havok grabs the mic.

Havok: You know what...you are right little girl...we should leave your mother alone. Here, I’ll let you in the ring so you can help her, okay?

Havok walks over to the girl and helps her over the barricade. The girl climbs in the ring and rushes to her mother. She tries shaking her mother. Havok leans over the woman. He glances up at Lauren, looking sorry...but that looks changes to one of pure evil. He nods. Lauren turns the clippers back on. The girl turns around to look, which allows Havok to grab hold of her arms. The girl starts screaming and crying as Lauren starts shearing the hair off the poor little girl!

Daniels: Oh...oh my gosh...this is absolutely sickening! Last week, he shaved the head of Jenny Jacobs...and you know...maybe she had that coming...but what did this young girl do to deserve this?

Masters: Wow...I’m with you on this Daniels. I’ve seen alot of sick things in CZW...but this must just about top the list!

Waters: I can’t take this!

Shawn removes his headset and slides into the ring. Havok bails. Shawn checks on the girl, who is in tears and almost hairless. Shawn stands up and turns around...and also receives one of Lauren’s kicks! Lauren and Havok exit the ring, laughing all the way up the ramp. Havok lifts the microphone up to his mouth and laughs.

Havok: Listen up...this will happen to someone every week, unless Mike Monroe mans up and faces me in the ring! I have no boundaries...last week...it was a slut...this week, a child. Who knows...next week’s victim could be one of our fine seniors...or perhaps I’ll drag some sorry son of a bitch off the streets...and this is just the start...I can so a lot more than just shave their hair...that just hurts their dignity...I will not stop till I get this match Monroe...and all this...it’s on YOUR hands!

Havok and Lauren walk up the ramp, the crowd still in shock. A team of EMT’s rush to the ring to assist Waters and the two fans.

Daniels: Havok has taken this feud too far!

Masters: Look...while I do not condone Havok’s actions at all, if Monroe just fought Havok, none of this would be happening!

Daniels: Even I am confused as to why Monroe doesn’t fight! Even though Havok isn’t himself...he is dangerous...he doesn’t care who he harms!

Masters: Not to mention that kick of Lauren’s! I knew those legs were for more than just looking good.

Daniels: I must agree...that is a devastating move...Becky still hasn’t moved! We’ve got to cut to commercial after that...please people...don’t change channels...do not let Havok’s actions get to you...we’ll be back with some quality wrestling after this!

*****

-=- WINNER ENTERS IC TITLE FOUR WAY AT SUMMER SHOWDOWN! -=-
"Rated E For Everyone" Eddie Rowan vs. "The sXe Phoenix" Mike King

*****

Daniels: And now it’s time for our next match.

Waters: The winner of this match will qualify for the intercontinental title match at Summer Showdown.

(The audience erupts into cheers as Slip Slide Melting by For Love Not Lisa starts to play.)

Towers: Making his way to the ring… From Seattle Washington…. “Rated E For Everyone” Eddie Rowan!

(Rowan walks out onto stage to a loud ovation.)

Masters: This guy is a bloody clown. Do you see the things he does in his promos? Both him and that good for nothing Brian Blaze!

Daniels: You sound kind of bitter there Masters.

Waters: He just hasn’t been laid in like what? 10 years?

(The cheers immediately die down as Welt By AM Conspiracy starts to play.)

Towers: And his opponent… From Buckeye Arizona… He is The Straight Edge Phoenix! Mike King!

(Mike King comes out to a chorus of boos.)

Masters: These fans are imbeciles! Why do they boo such an inspirational man?

Waters: As inspirational as he may be he is also annoying as all hell!

(Eddie and King stand in the ring immediately bumping into each other face to face.)

Daniels: Oh look at the stare down between these two!

Masters: These two can’t stand each other! This is another chapter in the stable war between Youthful Aggression and Beautiful Agony!

Waters: This should be good!

(Suddenly “My Hood “ By Young Jeezy starts to play over the loudspeakers. The fans immediately erupt into cheers.)

Masters: Oh bloody hell! What is he doing here?!

(Kimo Newton emerges onto stage with a bottle of Jamaican Rum in his hand.)

Daniels: Folks I have no idea why Kimo is here but look at Mike King! He is seething!

Waters: I don’t think King forgot about the embarrassment he went through in Hawaii.

(Mike King glares at Kimo as he walks over to the commentary table and grabs a head set.)

Daniels: Well I must say it’s a pleasant surprise seeing you here Kimo. You weren’t even scheduled to be here at this show!

Kimo: First off lemme get this off ma chest….. YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH DOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

Masters: Jesus bloody christ you wanker! I think you blown out my ear drums!

Waters: Well while you two have been hooting and carrying on Eddie Rowan has just taken advantage of a distracted Mike King with a quick roll up!

1...

2...

Kick out!

(King gets up and Eddie kicks him in the stomach. He whips King into the ropes and immediately knocks him down with a lariat.)

Masters: Good job Kimo! Now Eddie has an advantage!

Kimo: Ya know dog haven’t ya noticed by now that yo tha only one really complainin hurr?!

Masters: I am not a dog! I am a human being! I should be spoken to with dignity!

Kimo: Yea whateva dog keep sippin on yo Earl Gay tea! Imma stick wit ma drink hurr!

Daniels: Hah! He said Earl Gay!

Waters: Am I the only one paying attention to the damn match?!

(Eddie picks up Mike King and whips him into the turnbuckle and goes charging in.)

*CRACK!!!!!!!!!*

Daniels: METALLICA KICK!

Masters: This could be over already!

Kimo: Mayne I hope to god not! I haven’t even finished this bottle yet!

Waters: King with the cover!

1.…

2...

Kick out!

Daniels: Did you hear the sound of that kick!?

Waters: The people in the nose bleed section heard it!

Masters: And FYI Kimo! It’s Earl Gray!

(King starts stomping on his opponent before picking him up. Eddie fights back with a few punches and a knee right to the jaw of Mike King. King is stunned…)

Waters: Standing head scissors by Eddie Rowan! King is up… Enziguri!

Daniels: Mike King has no idea where he’s at right now. He’s leaning against the ropes trying to catch some wind here.

Waters: Rowan is all over him! He isn’t going to give King any time to breathe!

Kimo: Yo look at King hurr. That mofo is getting f**ked up dog! Rowan is whoopin his ass!

(Rowan grabs King and smashes his face into the turnbuckle over and over and over.)

Kimo: Yo dog check it out! Rowan giving King a tour of tha ring!

(Rowan drags King to another turnbuckle and counts to 10 with the audience smashing King’s face into it. Wasting no time he goes to the next turnbuckle and repeats.)

Masters: Kimo you are far from a bloody role model! I hope you know that!

Kimo: Aight yo dog listen up! I save people!

Masters: What?!

Waters: I gotta go with Masters here… Do explain Kimo.

Kimo: I save people from lies dog! This whole straight edge bull shit! It’s all a hoax! A lie! Ya think Mike King enjoys bein straight edge? He doesn’t! He’s livin a fake life dog! I can save him! I saved Ryan Shane!

Masters: You did not save him! You bloody humiliated him! In matter of fact I think it’s safe to say you’ve been as large of a thorn in Beautiful Agony’s side as Brian Blaze and the rest of those hooligans! Why the hell don’t you just join that bloody stable already?!

Kimo: Dog I don’t need no stable! All I need is ma motha f**kin drink and I am set!

(Rowan drags Mike King to the last turnbuckle and smashes his face into it to a count of 10. King turns around takes 3 steps and does a face plant into the mat.)

Kimo: Yo King! Ya just got f**ked up biatch!

(Eddie immediately goes for the pin.)

1...

2..

Kick out!

(Eddie goes to pick up Mike King but Kimg rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.)

Masters: Smart move by Mike King! He is now buying himself some time!

Waters: That is the ring smarts of King but look at Rowan!

Daniels: CORKSCREW PLANCHA OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!

(The fans erupt as both stars are laid out by the move outside. Eddie stands up and takes a bow in front of the fans at ring side.)

Rowan: BOUCHE!!!!

Waters: He needs to get King back into the ring and go for the pin!

Masters: What the hell is a bouche anyway?!

(Eddie grabs King but suddenly King pushes Rowan right into the steps! King picks Rowan up and whips him into the guard rail and starts to pepper his chest with multiple upper body kicks.)

Waters: That’s the Japanese strong style of Mike King!

Kimo: Yea and what does that make ma style?

Masters: Your style is that you’re a bloody thief and a cheater! We all know you shattered that damn bottle over Ryan Shane’s head to win it!

Kimo: Hey I ain’t denyin a damn thing! Hell I’d do it again in a heart beat!

(King follows his combo up with a spin kick to the chest of Rowan and he collapses onto the floor. King grabs Rowan…)

Daniels: OHHHH!!!!

Waters: Yeah that’s going to leave a mark!

Kimo: Dayamn dog! Rowan just straight up punched King right in the balls!

Masters: That is wrong on so many levels! That should be an automatic disqualification!

(King leans hunched over and Rowan grabs a chair from the audience and cracks it across his back. Rowan then proceeds to lay the chair across King’s chest and runs up onto the apron. With a running start he does a somersault flip right onto the chair.)

Daniels: The fans are loving the ariel show that Eddie Rowan is putting on out here!

(Rowan bends down to pick up King but then suddenly King spews a green mist into Rowan’s eyes!!!)

Daniels: Asian Mist!

Kimo: Dog what tha f**k was that?! No way in hell he’s straight edge pullin shit like that outta his ass! Wait a minute this mofo is makin a mockery of me!

(Kimo suddenly takes a drink from his bottle and mimicking King spews his Jamaican Rum right into his eyes!)

Masters: What the bloody hell are you doing you clown!?

Daniels: King is blind! Rowan is blind! Both men are down!

Waters: Well it’s obvious who Kimo is rooting for here but I gotta say this match has been really close thus far.

(Eddie and King get up stumbling around. They both start swinging at each other and a punch knocks down the referee!)

Masters: Oh this is just plain a cluster f**k now! Wait what is Kimo doing!?

(Kimo suddenly runs over and grabs Mike King and throws him face first into the ring steps. He casually walks over and sits next to Masters.)

Kimo: Yea dog! Ya see that?!

Masters: You thrown a blinded man into the steps! I bet you’re really proud of yourself!

Kimo: Ya dayamn right I am dog!

(Rowan finally regains his focus and grabs King who is seemingly unconscious outside. He walks over to the announce table and slams his face down onto it.)

*GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG*

*SMASH!!!!*

Masters: What the bloody hell!!!

Kimo: What dog?! Ma bottle was empty!!! I just let Rowan recycle it!

Daniels: Folks Mike King is now bleeding from the forehead!

Waters: Things now have went from bad to worse for Mike King!

(Rowan digs under the ring and pulls out a table and creates a barrier between the guard rail and the ring with it. He proceeds to grab King and lay him across the board. Rowan slides into the ring and climbs to the top rope.)

Daniels: Rowan is calling for this match to be over!

Waters: Rowan takes flight!!!

*CRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHH!!!!!!*

Daniels: HOLY f**k!!! ST. EDWARDS FALL THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

Masters: Mike King isn’t moving at all after that!

Waters: But wait! The referee is still down!

(Rowan clearly could have had a 20 count by the time the referee got up. He stumbles over and makes the count.)

1...

2..

Kick out!!!

Masters: I don’t believe it! Mike King has just kicked out of The St. Edwards Fall!!!

Daniels: Rowan looks stunned!

Kimo: Mayne King can’t have much left in tha tank afta that! Speakin of tanks…

(Kimo pulls out another bottle of Jamaican Rum.)

Masters: How many bottles do you carry?!

Kimo: Enough to get all of ya mofos f**ked up!

(Eddie digs under the ring and pulls out a tool box and grabs a screw driver and starts to dig the sharp point into the cut on King’s forehead)

Kimo: Yea dog! Shank his ass!!!

Masters: This is atrocious!

Daniels: Mike King is losing blood by the gallon here!

Waters: I think Rowan is just wearing down what little King has left here!

(Rowan slides King back into the ring and follows after and hooks in the under hooks.)

Daniels: The Evenflow connects!!!

Masters: Come on King!!! Get up!!!

(Eddie Rowan goes to the top rope again and poses for the fans as they chant his name.)

Kimo: Mayne it’s ova!!! Flush this match down tha toilet!

(Rowan takes flight!)

*THUD*

Masters: ST. EDWARDS FALL MISSED! Mike King rolled out of the way!!!

Kimo: What tha f**k! Ya gotta be kiddin me dog!

(Mike King with a sudden surge of energy rushes over to the seemingly lifeless Eddie Rowan…)

Daniels: Mike King locks in St. Anger!

Waters: Eddie Rowan is unconscious… He may have hit his head missing that high risk move!

(The Referee raises Rowan’s arm and it drops…)

1!!!

(The referee raises his arm again and it drops again…)

2!!!

(The referee raises Rowan’s arm for a third time and it drops for the third and final time and the referee declares the match as over.)

Towers: The winner of this match by submission Mike King!!!

Masters: King still has the submission locked in! He’s not letting go!

Daniels: Oh come on King! The match is over! You won!

Waters: King is trying to send a message to the CZW.

Masters: Lookout King!!!

*TEQUILA SHOT OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!*

Daniels: These fans have just erupted!!! Kimo Newton has just laid Mike King out and look at that smile on his face.

Waters: I find it mildly impressive that he didn’t even put his bottle down for that move.

(Kimo walks over and grabs a microphone.)

Kimo: MIKEY!!!! HEY MIKEY!!!! Yo dog! Ya shoulda been bobbin and weavin out thurr! But hey dog guess what! YA JUST GOT KNOCKED THA f**k OUT BIATCH!!!

(Kimo takes a drink from his bottle and smiles looking down at King.)

Kimo: Yo dog! I am glad ya won… It’ll be ma pleasure to beat tha f**k out of yo punk ass!

(The fans start to chant Kimo’s name as he looks at King.)

Kimo: Ya wanted to knock me out in ma own home turf huh?! Well biatch! All I gotta say is have a little drinky drinky on me dog!

(Suddenly Kimo grabs king and props him up in the corner.)

Masters: Oh he better not do what I think he’s going to do!

(Kimo suddenly opens his bottle and shoves the open tip into Mike King’s mouth.)

Daniels: Kimo is feeding Mike King his drink!

Waters: King is out cold! He doesn’t know what is going on!

Masters: Where is Kirkland at?! Where is Shane?! Where is the rest of the team?! No one is helping Mike King out!

(Kimo laughs as the liquid pours down King’s chest from his mouth.)

Daniels: Oh my god! Kimo is dumping the entire bottle into King’s mouth!

Masters: That is enough to make 4 men drunk! King could die from this!!!

(Kimo laughs as he tilts Kings head letting the alcohol slide down his throat. After he is done Kimo leaves King slumped over in the corner.)

Kimo: And another soul saved from the travesty known as straight edge! Ladies and gentlemen… Straight Edge isn’t the life style to live… Realism is the life style to live! I can save anyone dog! Mike King… I brought him from darkness to light! And now he can live freely as a realist!

Masters: What in the bloody hell is Kimo talking about?!

Waters: I am not sure if Kimo is just making a mockery out of straight edge at this point or if he’s being serious.

Daniels: Well Kimo does stand for living as how you see fit.

(Kimo raises his bottle up in the air.)

Kimo: All ma islanda brotha raise that cup! Raise that bottle! Raise that blunt! And together we stand fo what we believe in! And that is REALISM!!!

(Kimo proceeds to dump the rest of his bottle on King’s head and laughs.)

Kimo: King yo lookin at tha next Intercontinental champ dog!!! Ya failed once and I will personally see to it that ya fail again dog! And people will be chantin fo The Hoodlum From Hawaii… The Hawaiian Hustler… The Hoodlum From Honolulu, The God Of The Streets, The Number One Hustler, The man who is on a crusade against straight edge, And Let’s face it… I am tha sexiest thang to walk tha streets of Hawaii!!! But ya know what dog? It doesn’t matter what ya call me! Because there is only one name that matters… KIMO NEWTON!!!! PEACE OUT MOFOS!!!

(And with those words said Kimo storms out of the ring smiling at the work he has done.)

*****

After the break, we open up backstage in the locker room where Eddie is icing his head, sitting on a bench next to Global tag-team champions and stablemates Brian Blaze and Johnny Kerosene, both of whom are also applying ice packs to their heads. All three sport somewhat somber expressions.

Eddie: “Well. Not exactly how I expected my big homecoming.” Eddie sniffles, his lower lip quivering minutely. Johnny: “I really didn’t know that trying to be a bad-ass would hurt so much…” Johnny sniffles a bit more loudly, wiping his eyes with the back of his palm.

BB: “Can you guys do me a favor? The next time someone asks me if it’s time for them to sucker-punch me, remind me to say ‘no’ and then kick them in the groin or something.”

Eddie and Johnny nod.

Eddie: “I saw that. You got hit with a microphone!”

BB: “I know! How’s it look? He didn’t mess up my moustache, did he?”

Johnny: “Nah, man, it’s fine. Don’t worry, you can barely notice it.”

BB: “Oh, good. For a minute I was afraid my face might look like yours right now.”

Johnny: “HEY! I was JUMPED by a man wielding brass knuckles! A rather LARGE man, I might add!”

Eddie: “At least you have an excuse! All I did what just hit my head again. Come to think of it, that whole situation is eerily familiar…”

The tag champs nod in agreement.

Johnny: “Yeah, that was essentially the same way that the match between you and Ryan Shane ended.”

Eddie looks slightly perplexed.

Eddie: “Ryan Shane? You’re sure it wasn’t Mike King? Man, I get those two so confused for some reason…”

BB: “Yeah, me too. Wonder why that is?”

Johnny: “Probably because they’re both total tools. Now come on, guys, who’s for Denny’s?”

Eddie: “Now you’re talking!”

As the three of them stand, Ryan Lewis enters, microphone in hand.

Ry-Lew: “Hello, fans, I’m here with Eddie Rowan and his stablemates, Johnny Kerosene and Brian Blaze. Eddie, how does it feel to be embarrassed in your hometown by one Mike King?”

Eddie grins to Ryan, shouldering his gym bag.

Eddie: “You say that like I’ve never lost a match here before. For one, King is a douche but I’ve always said he’s got the skills in the ring. And for two, what does it matter? So if I lose EVERYWHERE but still win at home, does it make a difference? I’ll remind you that there was a certain CZW superstar who had his ankle broken and was completely humiliated in front of his hometown crowd, and just a few months later he was walking around as the CZW World champ. Now, I may not have bought my way into the Intercontinental championship match at the pay-per-view, but I’ll still find a way to make my presence felt, don’t you worry about that. And like my good friends here, I’ll be sporting some gold before you can say “Human Airplane.”

Ryan looks confused as Eddie, Johnny, and Brian all start to leave.

Ry-Lew: “Human airpla-“

Johnny: “DENNY’S!!”

Beautiful Agony leave Lewis to stand there by himself.

Ry-Lew: “…I want Denny’s…”

*****

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CZW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH! -=-
"The Reaper" Brian Kirkland vs. "The OGT" Maynard O'Toole (c)

*****

Daniels: William Masters, Shawn Waters, it is time for our main event.

Masters: Yeah after that contract signing I am ready for something completely different.

Waters: Man this match coming up will be one for the ages. It will be a battle of North Carolina. We got Brian Kirkland former CZW Hardcore Champion, two-time CZW Ultraviolent Champion and he also currently holding said title taking on Maynard O'Toole the current CZW Intercontinental Champion and the title is on the line.

Daniels: Yeah and one of the questions in this match is what Mike King thinks about this match. He said he has Maynard O'Toole figured out but he might not have to fight him now, he might have to fight Brian Kirkland.

Masters: It will be interesting to see if that causes a schism in Youthful Aggression.

Daniels: That it will.

Waters: If you ask Ryan Shane who is currently on the shelf, there is already.

Masters: What do you mean?

Waters: Don't you remember Road to Glory? Ryan Shane got all bent out of shape over Mike caring about Tim Timmons, his opponent for that night.

Daniels: But do you blame Mike for that? Tim Timmons may be a manipulator, but blood is thicker than water. Tim brought Mike here to the Combat Zone.

Waters: I don't but I understand both sides. Ryan is hard-line straight edge and he thinks Mike is weakling which he is.

Daniels: But King's well-known drug problems were over a year ago. I haven't seen him touch pills or alcohol in months.

Waters: Still, if I were to side with anyone, it would be Ryan Shane, not Mike King.

Masters: Do you hear yourself Shawn? You sound like you have a grudge with King.

Waters: I do Willie Mike King is a wanker.

Masters: Yeah but why?

Daniels: Enough about Mike King and Shawn Waters, let's talk about the match at hand, the main event of the evening. Let's go to Jessica Towers.

Towers: The following contest is your main event of the evening. It is for scheduled for one-fall and is for the CZW Intercontinental Title!

"Personal Jesus" by Lollipop Lust Kill begins to play over the PA, followed by jeers from the crowd.

Towers: Introducing first... from Dallas, North Carolina... weighting in at 228 lbs... the leader of Youthful Aggression... and the CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION... "The REAPER"... BRIAN KIRKLAND!!"

Brian walks out, with his CZW Ultraviolent title around his waist, shirtless, and wearing his normal ring gear. He pauses and smirks as a small fireworks display goes off. He walks down to the ring, ignoring completely the fans that try to reach out for him. He slides into the ring, and poses at a turnbuckle.

He climbs down and awaits his opponent.

Bloodline by Slayer begins to sound in the Combat Zone, showing on the Combat-Tron, the face of the O.G.T. The fans jump off their seats as they begin to chant for the Champion, the exploding of the crowd drowning any other sound out.

Waters: Well here comes the champion.

Suddenly another huge pop is heard as Maynard O’Toole now arrives on the top of the stage, looking up at the Combat-Tron admiring the view of the topless women. Fireworks blast off as O'Toole walks through a shower of luminous sparks, his Intercontinental Title wrapped around his waist.

Towers: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina... weighing in at 255 lbs... he is the Current, Reigning and Defending CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... "The OGT"... MAYNARD O'TOOLE!!!!!!!!!

Maynard O'Toole reaches the ring, walking up the steps clearly not showing any worry from his opponent. Once inside, O'Toole takes off the Title belt from around his waist, and walks up to Brian Kirkland raising it up into the air, staring into his eyes, showing a slight smirk. The fans chant his name as he parades around the ring with the belt, before handing it to the Darrin Powers the referee assigned for the match.

Daniels: Both men look determined to win this match tonight and I do not blame them a single bit.

Darrin Powers shows the belt to Brian Kirkland and Maynard O’Toole before handing it off to the time keeper. Darrin calls for the bell to start the match.

*Ding! Ding!*

Matthews: Here we go, this will be a classic.

The two men just stare at each other as the fans start a “Kirkland sucks” chant. Brian Kirkland ends the staring contest by turning to the crowd and saying “I do not suck!” He turns back around and gets slapped by Maynard O'Toole much to the crowd's delight. Kirkland slaps O'Toole back and they lock up. No-one is showing any signs of advantage so they break. They lock-up once again and O'Toole gains control with an arm wringer. Kirkland tries to punch O'Toole but he can't reach him. Kirkland is able to roll on his back and then kips up and reverses the hold on O'Toole. O'Toole is now locked in an arm wringer. O'Toole breaks the hold by nailing Kirkland the gut with a body blow. Kirkland doubles over and right into a fireman's carry takedown. O'Toole takes the opportunity and locks in an armbar again. Kirkland gets up but is already in pain but rakes the face of O'Toole and the crowd boos. Kirkland kicks O'Toole several times in the guts. Kirkland goes for the quick victory with a Rocker Dropper, but O'Toole reveres the move by flipping Kirkland off. Kirkland lands on his feet. The two have a stand-off and the crowd cheers.

Daniels: These two men are putting on a clinic right now.

Waters: I am jealous that I was not a part of this early account of hold for counter-hold.

The two men lock up again. Maynard O'Toole locks Brian Kirkland in a headlock and slams him to the mat with a headlock takedown. Kirkland while still locked in the headlock locks O'Toole’s head with a Headscissors. O'Toole pulls back and the Headscissors attempt is blocked. Kirkland goes for the Headscissors again but is blocked again. Kirkland has both arms on the mat but the referee counts only one. Kirkland goes for a cradle out of the headlock and pins O'Toole's shoulders to the mat. O'Toole gets a one count before rolling out of it.

Masters: Kirkland might have had him.

Daniels: No this is not Greco-Roman wrestling Williams.

Kirkland finally starts waffling O'Toole in the back. O'Toole lets go and allows Kirkland to escape the hold. Both men stand up and Kirkland goes for a hip toss which O'Toole blocks into a hip toss of his own. O'Toole goes to drop the elbow but misses. Kirkland gets up and goes for an elbow drop of his own but misses. O'Toole goes for a leg drop but misses. Kirkland goes for leg sweep which O'Toole barely ducks out of the way of. Both men get up to a stand-still and the fans cheer.

Waters: This is going to be considered a classic within days. Brian Kirkland and Maynard O’Toole are trying to one up eachother and the real winner is the fans.

The challenger Brian Kirkland and the champion Maynard O'Toole have another staring contest in the middle of the ring as the chants of the crowd die down. Kirkland winds up with a hard slap to the side of O’Toole’s face.

Masters: Oh no he didn’t.

Daniels: Yes he did. Brian Kirkland just tried to slap the taste out of Maynard O’Toole’s mouth.

The crowd responds with boos before Maynard O'Toole himself responds with a punch to Brian Kirkland’s head. Kirkland responds with a punch of his own. O'Toole nails another punch and Kirkland cashes in the receipt with a forearm shot to O'Toole’s forehead. The two men lock up exchanging forearms and move towards the ropes. Both men fall through the ropes and fight on the arena floor. The fans cheer as Kirkland and O'Toole continue to go at it by exchanging blow after blow after blow on the floor. Kirkland lands a STIFF chop on O'Toole that echoes throughout the arena. O'Toole returns the favor with a STIFF chop of his own. The two men are now exchanging chops on the floor as the Darrin Powers for the match tries to get the two men back into the ring.

Waters: I may not agree with Powers here but this is not a falls count anywhere matches. He should just let the fight.

Daniels: I am not so sure. These two could get hurt much worse out on the floor than they could in the ring.

The two men continue to exchange chops. It is not even 5 minutes into the match and about 20 chops have been dished out. Neither man is showing signs of fatigue at this point.

Waters: These two men can chop all night long Jared.

Daniels: That they can Shawn.

Masters: If I were either of these two, I’d want to stop and conserve my body.

After about 40 chops have been exchange between Brian Kirkland and Maynard O'Toole both men start to show signs of fatigue. The chops come slower and slower with longer rest periods between them. Kirkland then catches O'Toole off guard with a kick to the midsection. O'Toole doubles over in pain as the crowd starts to boo Kirkland once again. Kirkland tosses O'Toole back into the ring and stays out side to catch his breath. Both of their chest's are beat red from the chop war.

Waters: Just this once I am glad to be retired. I never enjoyed having multiple blood vessels in my chest busted up.

Brian Kirkland finally enters the ring and Maynard O'Toole is there to meet him. O'Toole grabs Kirkland by the head and beils him over the top rope and onto the canvas. O'Toole picks Kirkland off of the mat and snap mares him back onto the mat. O'Toole bounces off the mat into a sitting position to which O'Toole goes to knee Kirkland in the face while he is vulnerable but Kirkland ducks and clips O'Toole’s legs out from under him with a capoeira kick. O'Toole is on his knees as Kirkland gets to his feet. Kirkland gets to his feet and walks over so he can slap O'Toole in the face. After paint brushing him a few times, Kirkland kicks O'Toole with shoot kick to the chest. Kirkland follows that up with another shoot kick. Kirkland hits the mat before going for his third and final kick which he plans to be a knock-out blow. Kirkland swings his leg for a STIFF buzz saw kick but O'Toole ducks it and clips Kirkland in the knee. O'Toole tries to lock in The Undertow but Kirkland scurries towards the ropes.

Masters: Smart move Kirkland, smart move.

Maynard O'Toole watches as Brian Kirkland gets up. The two men look at each other and lock-up once again. Kirkland takes the advantage by locking O'Toole in an arm wringer. Kirkland is cranking on the arm of O'Toole who then reverses the hold on Kirkland. Kirkland is now locked in an arm wringer by O'Toole and cannot get out. Kirkland cart wheels out of it to reverse the pressure of the hold. Kirkland then takes O'Toole over with a fireman’s carry. Kirkland then follows up with a reverse chin lock on O'Toole. O'Toole however quickly fights to his feet and elbows Kirkland twice in the midsection. O'Toole then backs Kirkland into the ropes and whips him off of them. Kirkland bounces off the ropes and O'Toole drops to the mat forcing Kirkland to leap over him. Kirkland bounces off the ropes again and right into a deep arm drag by O'Toole. Kirkland gets up and is taken down by a second arm drag by O'Toole. Kirkland gets up once again and is taken down by a third arm drag which O'Toole turns into an armbar submission hold. The crowd claps as Kirkland is locked in the armbar.

Daniels: I like that the champion is continually going after the arm of Brian Kirkland because most of his offense is based off of submissions and strikes.

Brian Kirkland squirms for the ropes as Maynard O'Toole tightens up his hold. Kirkland is in pain with the hold but he fights on continuing to fight to the ropes. Kirkland gets his foot on the rope and therefore O'Toole has to break the hold. O'Toole allows Kirkland to get up. O'Toole and Kirkland lock-up once again but Kirkland rakes the eyes of O'Toole. The crowd boos Kirkland.

Masters: Brian Kirkland does not deserve this, he don’t deserve this at all.

Brian Kirkland gets a headlock on Maynard O'Toole this time. O'Toole backs up to the ropes to get a break. O'Toole then goes for a whip into the rope but Kirkland holds onto the headlock and drags O'Toole back into the center of the ring. Kirkland then takes O'Toole off of his feet with a headlock takedown. Kirkland has O'Toole on mat and both of O'Toole’s shoulders are down on the mat. Referee Darrin Powers is on the job for the count.

1…

2…

Maynard O'Toole gets a shoulder up. O'Toole gets his hand on Brian Kirkland’s head which causes Kirkland to claim that O’Toole is pulling his hair. Powers tells O'Toole not to pull Kirkland’s hair. Kirkland continues to crank the hold before getting O'Toole’s shoulders back on the mat once again.

1…

2…

Maynard O'Toole gets his shoulder up once again. This time O'Toole tries to cradle Brian Kirkland. O'Toole has Kirkland pinned and referee Powers is there to make the count.

1…

2…

Brian Kirkland kicks out and pops right back into the position he was in previously. Maynard O'Toole realizes that Kirkland has the hold in tight and is not willing to let it go decides to moves towards the ropes despites the protests of Kirkland by cranking in the hold tighter and tighter. Despite the constant fighting O'Toole has been locked in the hold for several minutes now.

Daniels: Brian Kirkland has held Maynard O’Toole in this hold for some time now.

Waters: I’ve been a hold like that for as long as Mayo has and by now I might have tapped but Mayo will never tap out to a hold like this.

Maynard O'Toole finally is able to get out of the hold by elbowing Brian Kirkland repeatedly. O'Toole waffles Kirkland with several clubbing blows to the back. O'Toole tosses Kirkland into the ropes. Kirkland rebounds and right into a shoulder block. O'Toole runs into the rope and takes Kirkland down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers as O'Toole calls for a lariat as Kirkland gets up. Kirkland dodges out of the way and rolls out of the ring. Kirkland smacks the apron and then kicks over the steel steps in a rage. The fans start a "Straight Edge sucks" chant trying to get into the challenger's head. Kirkland responds by covering his ears. Masters: This is evil, the fans are treating Brian like Hitler.

Waters: I could say something but nah. I don’t want go get sued.

Maynard O'Toole rolls out of the ring and tries to go after Brian Kirkland again but Kirkland runs back into the ring. O'Toole follows in and gets a knee lift for his troubles. Kirkland gets up and faces off with O'Toole and starts jaw-jacking him. O'Toole gives Kirkland one swift shot the jaw and Kirkland cowers in pain. He rushes to the corner under the top rope in pain and fear. The crowd boos as referee Powers steps in to pull O’Toole away. While this is going on Kirkland kicks O’Toole right square in the knee cap. O’Toole instantly grabs his knee in pain. The crowd boos Kirkland as he taunts the downed champion.

Daniels: I am sick of Brian Kirkland. He is so cocky that it is sickening. I am getting hives from him.

Waters: Now you know what I get from Mike King.

Masters: Are you listening to yourself? You are as tainted as the jury pool in the second OJ Simpson trial.

Brian Kirkland starts kicking at Maynard O’Toole’s injured leg. Kirkland allows O’Toole to get back up before he runs at O’Toole and clips his leg right out from under him. The Minnesota fans start to boo once Kirkland again. Referee Powers yells at Kirkland for clipping O’Toole. However Kirkland shrugs it off and says “It’s not illegal Darrin Powers. I can clip Mayo however many times I want you stupid drunk.”

Daniels: Ah come on, that was un-fair! Kirkland just used the referee as a human shield to call an audible and then get a cheap shot at the champion Maynard O’Toole.

Brian Kirkland walks off after his verbal exchange to take advantage of Maynard O'Toole’s injured leg. Kirkland grabs the leg and drops the elbow on it. Kirkland gets up and drops another elbow on it. Kirkland then gets up once again and does a leg drop onto O’Toole’s leg Kirkland then applies a leg lock by scissoring O’Toole’s injured leg with his. Kirkland grabs the foot and drops to his back to add torque to the hold. Kirkland continues to slam his back on the mat to add pressure. After holding O'Toole in the leg lock for nearly half of a minute, Kirkland breaks the hold. O'Toole grabs his injured leg in pain as Kirkland backs off for a second to catch his breath and taunts the crowd again.

Waters: I do not agree with Kirkland's straight edge beliefs, nor do I agree with his showboating.

Masters: Sure he is a great wrestler who has Maynard down but this is not right.

Brian Kirkland grabs Maynard O'Toole’s leg and starts kicking it. Kirkland then plants his foot in the leg and rolls forward popping O'Toole’s leg. O'Toole grasps his leg in agony once again. Kirkland goes out onto the apron and does a slingshot somersault senton right onto the injured leg of O'Toole.

Waters: Halo by Kirkland, finds the mark there.

Brian Kirkland taunts the crowd as O'Toole rolls around on the mat in pain. Kirkland then stomps the leg of Maynard O'Toole before letting him get up to his feet.

Masters: Brian is being nice to the champion.

Maynard O'Toole kicks out right after Darrin hits the mat for two. Brian Kirkland locks O'Toole in a half-crab. O'Toole is riving in pain as Kirkland torques O'Toole’s leg. Kirkland pulls back hard on the injured leg of O'Toole to make him tap. The crowd starts chanting “Let’s go Mayo!” O'Toole is not tapping out. Kirkland pulls the leg harder and O'Toole does not tap out as the “Let’s go Mayo”. chants continue. Kirkland lets go of the hold. A few fans in the front row says “Kirkland sucks!” Kirkland responds by saying “Shut up you drunken morons, you paid to see me win the title.”

Daniels: This is wrong. First Brian Kirkland taunts the crowd and now he is cursing out the crowd.

Masters: Those fans had it coming; I don't see anything wrong with that to be honest.

Michael King picks Zero off of the mat. Zero is limping up off the mat as he is picked off the mat. King runs into the ropes and bounces off with a calf kick that knocks an already staggering and off-centered O'Toole into next week. Kirkland goes for another cocky pin that sets the crowd off with a round of boos.

1…

2…

Maynard O'Toole kicks out and Brian Kirkland pulls his boot off. Kirkland stomps O'Toole again and the fans boo Kirkland once again. Kirkland flips the crowd off and says “I am better than you!” The crowd responds with a “Shut the f**k up” chant.

Daniels: I apologize for the fans.

Waters: I don’t Kirkland got what he deserved there.

Brian Kirkland picks Maynard O'Toole off of the mat and he is still holding his leg. Kirkland grabs O'Toole by the waist, and drops him with an exploder Suplex. O'Toole bounces off of the mat. Kirkland crawls over slowly and cockily to O'Toole and he goes for the pin once again.

1…

2…

O'Toole kicks out and the crowd erupts in cheers.

Daniels: The champ is not laying down.

Brian Kirkland gets up and looks Darrin Powers in the eyes and claims that the count was slow. Powers claims that it was the same as the other counts he made. Maynard O'Toole is getting up and Kirkland sees this out of the corner of his eye. Kirkland walks up behind O'Toole and kicks the leg right out from under him. O'Toole crashes to his back and clutches his injured leg. Kirkland grabs O'Toole by the injured leg and drags him to the ropes. Kirkland places O'Toole’s injured leg on the bottom rope and bounces up and drops an elbow on the inside of the leg. O'Toole lets a scream of pain out. Kirkland gets up and lands another elbow on the injured leg. Kirkland then pulls the leg off of the bottom ropes and drags it with him out of the ring. Kirkland slams the leg on the apron. O'Toole clutches his leg in pain. O'Toole taunts the crowd before coming back onto the apron.

Waters: This attitude that Brian Kirkland possess is sickening.

Masters: And your’s isn’t?

Daniels: Will you two stop this and call the damn match.

Brian Kirkland is on the apron. He slings over the top rope and land with a boot to the injured leg of Maynard O'Toole. Kirkland is calling for an avalanche. Kirkland gets ready for it as O'Toole slowly gets to his feet by the turnbuckle. Kirkland makes his running start, he leaps but O'Toole is nowhere to be found as he ducks down and Kirkland charges right into the turnbuckle. Kirkland gasps for breathe as O'Toole is starting to recover. Kirkland charges again, this time off the ropes and headed towards the recovering O'Toole.

Masters: Kirkland hit nothing but turnbuckle right there.

Waters: Yeah a move like that can hurt him in the later rounds.

The crowd claps as Maynard O'Toole slowly gets to his feet. He is using the ropes to get to his feet. O'Toole is half-way up when Brian Kirkland walks over and rocks O'Toole with a punch. Kirkland goes to follow it up with a kick O'Toole, but O'Toole grabs his foot. O'Toole spins Kirkland around and tries to nail a tornado clothesline but O'Toole ducks it. O'Toole drops Kirkland with bulldog. O'Toole backs to the turnbuckle and then charges and hits a driving elbow on the throat of Kirkland. Kirkland rolls around in pain, clutching his throat.

Daniels: This is not good for Brian Kirkland fans, if he still has any.

Masters: Why are you joking like that, he could be seriously injured.

Waters: I agree with Willie on this one, for once. The way he is rolling around reminds me of Ricky Steamboat back in 1986.

Maynard O'Toole drops a knee on Brian Kirkland's throat. Kirkland rolls out of the ring to stop the beating to his throat but O'Toole follows him. O'Toole nails Kirkland with a throat thrust. Kirkland is reeling in pain.

Masters: Someone stop this.

Daniels: Why someone needs to get rid of these Straight Edgers.

Masters: But it is wrong. You're persecuting Brian and the rest of Youthful Aggression for their belief. Why do you want them gone?

Waters: Why, Maynard O'Toole is giving the fans what they want. They want Kirkland and his fellow "mortars" to shut up and go away for good.

Maynard O'Toole waffles Brian Kirkland in the back several times. O'Toole then slams Kirkland on the barricade. O'Toole chokes Kirkland on the barricade and Darrin Powers comes over and tries to break this up. O'Toole then leaves Kirkland hanging on the barricade as O'Toole goes towards the ring apron and climbs to the second rope on the outside for a double-axe handle.

Masters: No! stop this right now.

Daniels: His knee has to hold first.

Referee Darrin Powers is pleading with Maynard O'Toole not to do it. O'Toole finally puts both of his feet on the second rope. O'Toole has the determination to retain his title in his eyes and dives off. Brian Kirkland moves at the last possible second and O'Toole gets knocked for a loop. Kirkland climbs into the ring. Kirkland runs off the ropes and nails a tope Suicida. Kirkland smacks his head against the barricade.

Waters: I may hate those straight edgers but that was a nice dive by Kirkland.

Masters: Yes it was but both men seem to be drained.

Referee Darrin Powers comes out to check on both combatants to see if they are alright. Brian Kirkland is somehow showing signs of life first after repeated head smashes into the barricade, then flying into the 255 pound champion. Maynard O'Toole is limping to feet to the surprise of the fans after a botched double axe attempt and the tope Suicida. Kirkland gets up first and is booed wildly by the fans. Kirkland once he regains his bearings, he picks the quasi-lifeless heap that is Maynard O'Toole up off of the arena floor and tosses him back into the ring. Kirkland shows that he busted open from the dive.

Daniels: My God, Brian Kirkland is busted wide open.

Waters: I wonder how this will change Kirkland right now.

Brian Kirkland follows the heap that is the reigning champion in and Maynard O'Toole is starting to get to his feet. Kirkland gets a cheap shot in on the recovering champion as enters the ring by with a kick to the face but O'Toole responds with a punch of his own. O'Toole keeps firing until Kirkland down is on a knee. Kirkland then levels O'Toole with another punch. Kirkland gets on his feet again but is met with another barrage of punches by O'Toole. O'Toole gets to his feet and the two men are exchanging furious rights and lefts. O'Toole then shows signs of winning the battle of rights and lefts. O'Toole plants Kirkland with an elbow to the head that takes him into next week but somehow Kirkland is still on his feet.

Masters: How Brian is still on his feet after bleed and that barrage of rights and lefts is beyond me. He is really a champion unlike Maynard O’Toole.

Maynard O'Toole grabs Brian Kirkland and takes him over with a snap Suplex. O'Toole then picks Kirkland up and delivers a head & arm Suplex. O'Toole picks Kirkland up once again and drops him with a Northern Lights Suplex O'Toole bridges but his knee gives out but is able to pin Kirkland none the less. Darrin Powers goes down to count the pin and the crowd erupts.

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Kirkland kicks out and the fans boo.

Daniels: Two count, not quite good enough to put a way Brian.

Waters: The Northern Lights Suplex could have worked if Brian did not take the knee out earlier.

Maynard O'Toole picks Brian Kirkland off of the mat. O'Toole hooks Kirkland up for the last judgment but Kirkland is able to thumb O'Toole in the eye and the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos. O'Toole is nearly blinded and Kirkland flips over the good leg of O'Toole and rolls him up with a school boy as the fans continue to boo.

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Maynard O'Toole kicks out and fans cheer. Brian Kirkland looks possessed as he gets to his feet.

Masters: Kirkland is looking for that title. He wants it bad.

Brian Kirkland allows Maynard O'Toole to get up. Kirkland smacks O'Toole in the ribs and goes for a vertical Suplex. Kirkland is blocked and O'Toole rolls Kirkland up into a small package causing the fans to cheer.

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Brian Kirkland kicks out.

Daniels: Maynard O’Toole almost retained the title right there.

Both men get up and Brian Kirkland nails Maynard O'Toole with a series of slap. Kirkland nails a spinning back fist and then drives O'Toole’s back down onto the canvas with the BK Edge. O'Toole bounces up off of the mat holding his back in pain. Kirkland goes for the pin once again.

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NOOOOO!!!!!!

O'Toole kicks out the crowd erupt in another chorus of cheers.

Waters: This is a war, both men are fighting for the title tooth and nail.

Brian Kirkland picks Maynard O'Toole off the mat with slaps which do nothing but wake up the sleeping giant. O'Toole responds with rights and left and the two have a full bore slugfest for 30 seconds before Kirkland gets a cheap knee to the midsection on O'Toole as he was getting the upper hand.

Daniels: Oh come on.

Waters: This is wrong.

Masters: So what, Maynard O’Toole would do the same thing to retain the title.

Brian Kirkland picks Maynard O'Toole up in a fireman's carry position but O'Toole slides off and shoves Kirkland into the turnbuckle. Kirkland flips over the top turnbuckle and get crotched for a second before flipping back down to his feet to which O'Toole catches him and chucks him with a German Suplex. Somehow Kirkland lands on his stomach and bounces right back up. Kirkland charges at O'Toole and goes for The Ghost Train but O'Toole dodges and goes for a backdrop driver. O'Toole connects and drops Kirkland is hard on his head.

Waters: DANNNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: My God, Brian Kirkland should be dead after that one. He landed that backdrop driver right on his head.

Performing the move took its toll on the champion who used every ounce of strength in his body. Maynard O'Toole crawls to the fallen challenger, turns him over and goes for a pin on Brian Kirkland.

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Brian Kirkland summons the strength to pull an arm up to break referee Darrin Power's counts.

Masters: Kirkland kicked out, Kirkland kicked out. YES!

Daniels: How the hell did Brian Kirkland kick out of that vicious Backdrop Driver?

Waters: His willpower, the same that is why he is straight edge.

Maynard gets up and signals that he is going for the win despite the knee injury he has been fighting throughout the match he gets up slowly but Brian Kirkland is quickly getting up. Kirkland charges at him but O’Toole causing Kirkland to jump over O’Toole and onto the second rope. Kirkland jumps off but right into a lariat. The crowd cheers for Maynard’s lariat.

Daniels: Nice lariat right there by Maynard O’Toole.

Waters: Yeah that definitely found the mark.

O’Toole goes for the pin again.

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NOOOOO!!!!!!

Brian Kirkland kicks out and the crowd boos.

Masters: That was a little too early for the pin.

Both men gets to their feet, Maynard O’Toole bends down a moment to try to catch his breath as Brian Kirkland struggle to a vertical base, but O’Toole meets him with a clothesline. Tim, knowing what's to come, tries to duck it, but O’Toole just hooks Kirkland with another clothesline to the back of the head that bats Kirkland into the turnbuckle. Kirkland ducks out of the way as O’Toole suddenly jumps up onto the turnbuckle from behind and goes for an avalanche. O’Toole bounces off of the turnbuckle and is smashed down on the canvas with a strong powerslam!

Daniels: Nice powerslam by Kirkland

Kirkland makes a quick pinfall.

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Maynard O’Toole gets out and then rolls up Brian Kirkland in one swift motion.

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Brian Kirkland escapes quickly and, with MaynardO’Toole still a little shaken from his powerslam, Kirkland smashes him with an enziguiri.

Waters: Nice enziguiri there.

Masters: I still cannot believe that Maynard powered out of that pin into one of his own.

Maynard O’Toole is rocked and Brian Kirkland takes him down with The Vaccination. Kirkland pulls O'Toole into position for a high-risk move. Kirkland climbs to the top rope and gains his balance before he jumps off. Kirkland leaps off with a phoenix splash but O'Toole rolls out of the way and Kirkland eats canvas. Both men are down on the mat and the crowd starts chanting for both men. In approval of Maynard O'Toole and disapproval of Brian Kirkland.

Masters: Damn it, Kirkland should not have gone for the high risk move there.

Waters: I defiantly agree. That Phoenix Splash is a risky move at best. He should have just gone for a simple splash and not a flashy one.

Daniels: However it does not look like Maynard O’Toole, the champion could take advantage of the situation that has been handed to him right now.

Maynard O’Toole starts showing signs of life and turn Brian Kirkland over. He drapes his arm over the chest of Kirkland for a pin.

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NOOOOOO!!!!!

Brian Kirkland kicks out.

Masters: Yes, Kirkland kicked out.

Waters: Yeah but at what cost Willie?

Maynard O’Toole now climbs to the second rope looking to leap off and onto Kirkland but Kirkland tries to cut him off. O’Toole pie faces Kirkland off the turnbuckle. Kirkland slaps O’Toole and then climbs the turnbuckle again and hooks him up for a superplex. The two men climb up to the top rope so Kirkland can superplex O’Toole off the top rope but he blocks it by holding onto the rope. O’Toole raises his good knee and rocks Kirkland with a knee to the skull. Kirkland is bent over the top turnbuckle as O’Toole put Kirkland’s head between his legs and jumps off with a superbomb. The crowd is cheering as O’Toole and Kirkland crash on the canvas.

Daniels: Oh my, Maynard O’Toole just superbombed Brian Kirkland.

Masters: We know, we just saw that Jared.

Maynard O’Toole holds his injured knee in pain as he might have sprained it upon landing. Brian Kirkland is out like a light while O’Toole is holding his knee in pain. O’Toole adjusts his knee brace to continue the match as the knee has become unbearable after landing on it from the top-rope the way he did.

Waters: Both men are still down but Brian Kirkland seems to being showing the worse for wear right now.

Maynard O’Toole inches his way over to a downed Brian Kirkland and goes for the pin.

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NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Kirkland kicks out at 2.

Masters: How did Kirkland get out of that one? He got planted with a superbomb from the top rope.

Waters: I wouldn’t know. I’d stay down from that one.

Maynard O’Toole slowly gets up clutching his knee. Brian Kirkland follows him. O’Toole waffles him in the back and goes for another backdrop driver. O’Toole lifts Kirkland up but Kirkland flips in mid air and lands on his feet. Kirkland nails O’Toole in back before dropping him with a German Suplex. Kirkland follows up with Tiger Suplex. Kirkland rolls through one last time with a Dragon Suplex straight into a pin.

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

O'Toole kicks out the crowd erupt in another chorus of cheers.

Daniels: My God, Maynard O’Toole just kicked out of the set of suplexes that Brian Kirkland calls the Three Cuts of a Scythe.

Waters: What will Brian need to do to stop the champion?

Brian Kirkland picks Maynard O'Toole off the mat and nails him with a sole butt kick. Kirkland charges at O'Toole and goes for The Vaccination but O'Toole dodges him and Kirkland hits nothing but air and canvas. O'Toole picks him up, kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb. O'Toole lifts him and transitions into a DDT dropping Kirkland is hard on his head.

Daniels: Maynard just planted Kirkland with The Opiate. This could be it.

Waters: DANNNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Maynard O'Toole turns him over and goes for a pin on Brian Kirkland.

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Brian Kirkland kicked out at 2.9...9 The fans are stunned and so is the champion.

Maynard O'Toole is enraged and slashes his throat signaling he wants to end the match.

Masters: Somebody stop this. O'Toole wants to eradicate Brian Kirkland.

Maynard O'Toole lifts Brian Kirkland up and off of the mat and up in a fireman's carry. Daniels: Maynard O'Toole is going to plant Brian Kirkland on the mat with The Third Eye.

Waters: Do it Mayo, do it.

Masters: No Maynard, have a heart...

Maynard O'Toole tries to swing Brian Kirkland into the cutter but Kirkland reverses right into the Straightlace Crossface. The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.

Daniels: Brian Kirkland reversed The Third Eye into the Straightlace Crossface. Masters: Yes, yes. Tap out Maynard O'Toole, tap out!

Maynard O'Toole is fighting not to tap out and possibly break the hold as Brian Kirkland wrenches the hold tight. O'Toole tries to fight to the ropes but Kirkland just pulls back on the hold tighter and tighter. O'Toole then catches his well needed break and grabs Kirkland by the leg and slams him face first on the mat. O'Toole grabs the legs of Kirkland locks him in The Undertow. The crowd erupts into loud roar of cheers.

Waters: The Undertow, the move that made Mike King tap out in his challenge for Maynard O'Toole's title.

Maynard O'Toole wrenches in on his brutal submission hold but Brian Kirkland is close to the ropes. Kirkland summons all of his strength to reach the ropes. Kirkland grabs the rope and Darrin Powers has no choice but to call for the break.

Masters: Yes, yes, we did not see a repeat from Road to Glory III.

Daniels: Yes but the effects should be felt.

Maynard O'Toole gets up and pulls Brian Kirkland up with him. O'Toole lifts Kirkland up in the air in a military press but his knee quickly gives out. Kirkland lands on his feet and locks in a double chicken wing. Kirkland turns O'Toole and drops him with The Aneurysm.

Waters: The Aneurysm out of a possible attempt at Cold and Ugly, Brian Kirkland lucked out with the previously injured knee of Maynard O'Toole because had it been healthy, Kirkland would be down on his back right now.

Kirkland goes for the pin.

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Kirkland wins!!!

The bell rings and the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.

Towers: Your winner, and NEW CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, "THE REAPER" BRIAN KIRKLAND!!!!!!!!

Daniels: He did it.

Masters: Yes, yes, yes!

"Personal Jesus" pumps through the arena as referee Darrin Powers hands Brian Kirkland both of his titles. Mike King, Knox Harper and Chris Tolwar come out to the ring to congratulate the new champion.

Waters: Oh no, if we thought one straight edger was enough, here comes two more and one guy who I cannot make heads or tails out of.

The three men enter the ring and shake hands with the new champion. Brian Kirkland asks for a microphone and is given one by Jessica Towers.

Kirkland: Ladies and gentlemen, This title is proof that straight edge means that we are better than you.

The crowd boos the new champion viciously.

Kirkland: Oh can it, I don't listen to you. You should be listening to me. I just became the champion of all the continents. I am the new role model for everyone from Baghdad to New York, from London to Raleigh and from Tokyo to Seattle. Youthful Aggression now posses two titles in the Combat Zone however I cannot defend them both.

The crowd cheers for a second.

Kirkland: That is where you Mike King, you step in. Tonight I present you with the CZW Ultraviolent title.

The cheers give way to boos.

Kirkland: You were one of the best damn CZW Hardcore champions ever. Second only to me and I know that you are ready to hold this title to a high standard like I have before you.

Brian Kirkland is looking to hand the title over to Mike King who has some resentment.

Kirkland: Here you go champ, take your title.

King takes the title and holds it up amidst the boos of the crowd.

Kirkland: Ladies and gentlemen, you new CZW Ultraviolent Champion, "The Phoenix" Mike King.

The crowd's boos get louder.

Waters: This is a disgrace to the Ultraviolent title and Combat Zone Wrestling on the whole. Youthful Aggression should be disgraced by themselves.

Masters: You are just a hater Shawn Waters. Both the new CZW Intercontinental Champion Brian Kirkland and the new CZW Ultraviolent Champion Mike King are both better at being singles wrestlers here in CZW. You only were a CZW Tag Team Champion with Krimzon Blaze.

Waters: Hey don't knock Fire & Ice.

The boos continue as Ryan Lewis is shown walking on stage.

Daniels: What is Ryan Lewis doing here?

Lewis has a microphone in hand.

Lewis: Brian Kirkland, I congratulate you on winning the CZW Intercontinental Championship tonight.

The crowd boos again.

Kirkland: Thank you, but what about Mike King, the new CZW Ultraviolent Champion?

Lewis: I cannot congratulate Mike King. He is not the new CZW Ultraviolent Champion.

The crowd cheers.

Kirkland: WHAT?

Lewis: You heard me. When you handed the title over to him, you vacated it. In the past when a champion won another title, he vacated the one he held previously. Ace King had to do that with the CZW Intercontinental title when he won Tower of Power last year and now the CZW Ultraviolent title is vacated.

All of the Youthful Aggression members in the ring are shocked and the fans cheer.

Masters: What the hell is going on?

Daniels: This situation happened before as Ryan Lewis said and the same action happened. Brian Kirkland and the rest of Youthful Aggression are stunned right now.

*****

~~ ALAN FISCUS & THE JACKAL WORLD TITLE MATCH CONTRACT SIGNING! ~~

*****

The show returns as we see the familiar face of Jarred Daniels standing inside the ring with a microphone in hand. He stands by the side of a large mahogany desk, with two chairs set out either side and a briefcase in the middle.

Daniels: Ladies and Gentlemen, what a show we have had so far! As you may have noticed, I have temporarily left the commentary desk, as it is now time for the official CZW World Heavyweight Championship contract signing.

‘JACKAL…JACKAL…JACKAL…’

Daniels: Yes, first I need to welcome down to the ring, the man you are all chanting for inside the Seattle Key Arena tonight…he is the winner of the 2010 Tower of Power event…and the man who will face Alan Fiscus this June at Summer Showdown…the number one contender to the CZW World Heavyweight Title…KARL…THE JACKAL…JACKSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘Path’ by Apocalyptica begins to play throughout the arena, as the fans almost drown out the sound by their passionate chants for the Jackal. The arena goes dark slowly, as a red spotlight resembling blood shines down upon the stage, with a video of the Jackal on the Combat-Tron. Suddenly a lone figure stands in the gateway to the back, as he walks down the corridor, eventually being seen as the fans cheer even louder. The icy cold face of the Jackal peers down towards the ring, as he pulls back his hood and raises his arms in the air, signaling a large spray of fireworks, blasting off up into the roof of the arena.

Masters: This man has got rewarded for all the horrific crime ridden acts he has committed over the past few months. And I can hardly look at this man without feeling repulsion…

Waters: And I’m sure everyone feels the same about you, Willie, especially your wife. But you’re wrong, he is being rewarded for winning the Tower of Power event, something I very nearly did on two occasions.

Masters: Well I doubt he will consider it a reward to face a man as great as Alan Fiscus at Summer Showdown. All these people may get their hopes up now, just like they did with Cage Stryker, but in the end, Jackal will be punished.

Waters: And you know that do you? Have a little crystal ball down there, do you? It will be a historic match though, I can’t imagine two more vicious, intense guys to square off against each other.

Masters: Ha ha ha and poor old Jarred has to get in between this passionate feud here tonight.

Waters: Yes, after last week I bet these two guys want to rip each other’s heads off. Maybe Jarred will be like bate in the water between two hungry sharks.

Masters: Well Jarred can have me to thank for this little, opportunity. You see, I personally placed his name down to do that job, and the Board of Directors loved the idea.

Waters: And Jackal walks down to the ring now, I think Jarred is literally shaking in his boots. I hope he doesn’t have himself an accident…

Jackal has strolled past the crowd members who lean over the rail to try and touch the number one contender. Karl doesn’t give them a second glance, almost fixated on the contract in the middle of the ring. Jarred moves completely out of the way and ends up pressed up against the corner, as Jackal enters the ring, moving around it, circling the table as though he was about to pounce on it. The music stops as Jackal takes his robe off and passes it to Jessica Towers. Jarred comes back from the corner as he holds his hand out to the Jackal, as Karl purposely doesn’t respond.

Daniels: Erm, well…welcome to the ring Mr. Jackson. I guess I’ve been put into quite a predicament here, being placed in between you and Alan Fiscus here tonight. Is there anything you would like to say before we get the Champion out?

Daniels hands over the microphone to the Jackal, who takes it instantly. The crowd chant his name again as Karl cuts them off, beginning to speak into the camera.

Jackal: Did you see, Alan? Did you look back over the footage of last fortnight’s Overdrive? You see, I did. And it seems to me, that you’re a freaking coward. I asked you earlier in the show…are you scared? You may act all high and mighty to your inbred little buddies that hang behind you like a bad case of wind…but I saw it in your eyes, Alan. I saw how scared you were. Maybe your scared that come Summer Showdown, you may be hobbling along on crutches for the rest of the year…or you may be intimidated by my name…my reputation…but I don’t think it’s that. Alan, I think you're plain scared of losing the CZW World Title that you have managed to carry over the past several months. I saw it last time we were in the ring together, and everyone in the World will see it tonight. I had you running from this ring faster than Asafa Powell. I had slammed your overweight cousin like a sack of shit in the middle of the ring. And I held in my hands…The…CZW…World…Heavyweight…Title. You’re scared of me, Alan. I proved it last Overdrive…I will prove it at Summer Showdown…

Jackal stops and looks around the arena at the many of fans who look on in appreciation.

Jackal: Or maybe I won’t wait until Summer Showdown…maybe I will prove it right here…TONIGHT!

The fans go crazy as Jackal stampedes around the ring in a fit of anger. Jarred suddenly picks up another microphone as he tries to calm Jackal down.

Daniels: Karl…Mr. Jackal…Mr. Jackson….well, strong words from Karl there…but I hope we won’t be finding out anything tonight, other than the Main Event at Summer Showdown being confirmed. And we can’t do that without our World Heavyweight Champion in the ring…

On cue, "Streetcleaner" by Godflesh begins to blare over the PA as the crowd begins to jeer heavily. Out walks Alan Fiscus, with Hellena holding his hand and at his side. He is wearing the CZW World Heavyweight title around his waist. He is wearing a "KMFDM" t-shirt, faded jeans, and black combat boots. His hair is wild as ever. Hellena is wearing a dark purple dress that comes down to the top of her knees, with black fishnets on underneath. She also wears black combat boots, and her long black hair hangs down to her breasts. She is wearing dark purple make up to match her outfit. Alan has a pissed off look on his face, as a small fireworlds display goes off. He then storms down to the ring, almost pulling Hellena, ignoring the fans as well. He gets into the ring, and is gentlemen enough to open the ropes for Hellena to enter as well. As soon as she is in, the music dies down, and Alan immediately goes right up to Karl. Karl is not intimidated in the slightest bit, but neither is Alan. After a few moments of a stare down, Alan backs to get his own mic from the ring attendant. Jarred is wide eyed, and obviously very uncomfortable being in the ring with these two athletes.

Alan: Let's get one thing straight and clear, right now, Jackson. I don't fear you in the slightest bit. You may THINK you're a blood thirsty bad ass, but you're looking at a TRUE blood thirsty bad ass. You think you've proven something with your little cheap attack last Overdrive? You've only proven that YOU'RE the coward, Karl! I don't think you understand who I exactly am, do you? I'm not some two bit thug that you can make tap at the drop of a hat. While you've spent your CZW career terrorizing that fiend Montana and fighting the likes of Covey and O'Toole... not living up to your hype, of course... I was becoming CZW World Heavyweight champion. I was adding on to an already deeply awarded and prestigious wrestling career. You think I'm scared of you? Please, son. I have been in this business since 1996. I have seen and fought every single type of wrestler this world has had to offer. You're just the next victim, Jackal. You're the johnny-come-lately. If anyone should be intimidated by a NAME alone, it should be you of mine!

Karl doesn't look intimidated at all, as he has his hands folded. He just stares at Alan as he continues.

Alan: You do not impress me like you seem to impress so many others, Karl. You don't impress me like you seem to impress these humanoids.

Alan has to pause as the JACKAL chant livens back up for a moment.

Alan: Your viciousness... your sadistic tendencies... the way you portray yourself... doesn't impress me, son. You may have all these people fooled, but I see you for what you really are. Just another chump. Just another punk. Here, let get this right out of the way --

Alan looks into Jackal's eyes, and then goes over to Jarred. He immediately signs the contract where he needs to, without looking it over. Karl has a smirk on his face, as he lets Alan continue.

Alan: I don't fear you, Karl. I am the puppet master. What you think of me, is what I WANT you to think of me. You're just like everyone else. Just like Cage, just like Covey, just like Maynard and Eddie. You feel the way I manipulate you to feel. I use your own emotions against you. I look forward to our match, I look forward to showing you that I am not like ANY OTHER person you've faced in the ring before. You keep disrespecting me, you keep trying to intimidate me. That's fine and dandy, pal. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

Jackal continues to smirk, with his arms crossed. Alan pauses and they both just stare at each other. Karl then walks over to where Jarred is, and signs where he needs to. He looks back at Alan.

Jarred: It's now official, in New York City on June 13th, our Summer Showdown extravaganza. Alan Fiscus will defend the CZW World Heavyweight title against the 2010 Tower of Power winner, Karl "The Jackal" Jackson!

Alan and Karl slowly walk up to each other, getting face to face. Each man trying to intimidate the other. Suddenly ‘Crashing’ by Gravity Kills plays over the soundsystem and three men walk out of the wrestler’s entrance and down towards the ring: Sam Attic, Garrett William, and Frank Finch. Each of them are smiling, and The Colossus is rubbing his huge hands together in anticipation.

Alan: By the way, some of my associates would really like to talk with you, Jackson, about what went down last week. Although I’m not sure talk is the proper word...

Sam Attic’s music cuts short and a different song begins: ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ by the band Metallica. Alan and his crew in their respective locations stop short while Karl Jackson seems like he expected something like this. At the top of the ramp, Jesse Montana appears. He is wearing a business suit that has been modified to accommodate the various bandages that have been applied, and his wheelchair is pushed by a large, burly male nurse. From behind him walk three other men: Tim Timmons, The Mountain Man, and Caleb Walker, the members of The Next Generation. Montana holds his own microphone.

Jesse: “Now wait just a minute, Fiscus Gang! I know you have all kinds of reasons for wanting a piece of Karl Jackson and I know that you, Alan, and I have never really gotten along, but you know something? I and my ‘associates’ have that in common with your gang. We would like a few shots at Jackson. And I don’t want you guys taking him out completely before we get a crack at him.”

Alan glares at Montana and crew, then raises the microphone to his lips. “Well, it isn’t our intention to take him out at all, Montana.” The sarcasm and contempt drip from Alan’s voice. “I want Karl Jackson there at Summer Showdown. I want the largest number of his fans watching as I dismantle him. However, I am a fair man...”

As he pauses, a chant begins almost instantly from the crowd: “No, you’re not! No you’re not! No you’re NOT!”

Alan: “...as I said, I’m a fair man, and I will have my shot at Summer Showdown, so I’ll give you a gift! Go ahead, Jesse. You can have him for now. But you know as well as I do that he has to be healthy enough for that Main Event or the match everyone wants to see won’t happen and CZW will lose money! Make sure your lapdogs don’t beat him too badly!”

Masters: “Ha! Here is the biggest meeting of great CZW talent I’ve ever seen! Fiscus' crew, Montana, AND Next Gen? Oh, I’m in heaven.”

Waters: “Things are not looking up for Karl Jackson. I can’t even believe that Alan and Jesse have a common cause!”

Masters: “I told you everyone hates Karl Jackson!”

In the ring, Jarred is pleading: “Now, now, gentlemen, this is a contract signing, that’s all. Let’s save this for the Pay-per-view.”

Timmons seems to take offense at the term ‘lapdogs’, but Jesse calms him. With a motion, TNG heads for the ring, passing by Finch, William, and Attic as they go. TNG climbs up into the ring even as Alan Fiscus bids farewell to Jackal and steps out. Karl Jackson just nods as Timmons, Walker, and Mountain Man stand tall and glare at him...

...until the opening strains of ‘Godzilla’ by Blue Oyster Cult begin to play and the crowd goes nuts. Again, everyone looks toward the wrestlers entrance, especially Montana who has no one but the nurse to defend him. However, the audience shouts even more loudly as Godzilla Sawyer, dressing in simple Blue Jeans and a T-Shirt featuring the former Taco Bell chihuahua and the words “Here lizard, lizard, lizard” on the front and the phrase “I’m going to need a bigger box,” on the back, surges through the audience, over the ring barrier and into the ring, grabbing a steel chair on the way. By the time Next Generation and Team Fiscus look around, Sawyer is next to Jackson...and Karl seems to have expected this as well. He is smirking as Sawyer glares at Next Generation.

Jesse, from the top of the ramp: “Sawyer, what in hell are you doing out here?”

The music stops and the crowd begins to quiet, and Sawyer trades Karl the chair for the microphone.

Godzilla: “Hey, Seattle! What’s up?”

Crowd: “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Godzilla: “Why am I out here? That is a very good question. Simply put, the inmates are in control of the prison. Week after week Karl Jackson has had to deal with attack after attack from Next Generation per the orders of Jesse Montana, and the moment Karl won Tower of Power, anyone in the world could see that he would have to deal with Fiscus and his cronies as well. Simply put, I decided to back Jackson up. I’m not here to help him win his match at Summer Showdown, I’m not here to cheat for him, I’m here to back him up and make sure he has an even chance at becoming Heavyweight Champion, so that he won’t lose the match due to outside interference. I approached him last week after the show, and though I did not realize he had already made some arrangements, we came up with a plan.”

At this point the Fiscus crew and Montana begin to chuckle.

Jesse: “Maybe you aren’t looking at the same scene I am, Sawyer. I see seven against two! But if you really want to invite yourself to a beating of this magnitude, so be it. I don’t have to protect you to make sure you are at Summer Showdown. Get them, guys!”

At this point Timmons, Mountain Man, and Walker step forward. Sawyer is face to face with Caleb, while Karl steps up to Tim Timmons with Mountain Man Newsome looking right over Tim’s shoulder. They five men glare at each other, tense and ready to strike...

...and then Timmons shakes hands with Jackson and Sawyer does the same with Caleb. The crowd is confused. Timmons turns and looks up at Jesse Montana.

Timmons: “Surprise!”

The audience erupts again even as Montana sits slack-jawed staring at the events happening in the ring.

Karl: “Back when you approached Next Generation, Montana, I approached them too, and I made them a better deal. You see, they have been considering doing things differently, more businesslike, and not just randomly attacking whoever pisses them off. Their plans and mine suddenly coincided, and I made it worth their while.”

Godzilla: “Because now, Jesse, we’ve taken whatever power you had to effect what happens at Summer Showdown. I’m sure you can find some new flunkies, but you won’t find someone you can trust at all to counter all of us before the big show. Oh, we’re all sure there will be repercussions down the road, but all we really plan is to get to Summer Showdown and keep Karl Jackson ready for his match. And not only am I here to assist Jackson, but once I learned what Next Generation had planned, well, I made some arrangements of my own so that someone has MY back. You are all looking at the newest member of Next Generation, Godzilla Sawyer!”

The crowd still seems unsure but they cheer Jackson and Sawyer without a pause.

Godzilla: “Simply put, I have never turned my back on a partner and, in my time in CZW, have never mislead my fans. I always play things straight. I always do my part. And Alan? Mr. CZW World Heavyweight Champion? You should have read that contract before you signed it. In the stipulations section, it states that I will be at ringside, in Karl Jackson’s corner, BACKING HIM UP AT SUMMER SHOWDOWN!”

Without another word, Montana disappears, his nurse pushing his chair back through the wrestler’s entrance, but Alan, Sam, Frank, and Garrett are all taken aback. Fiscus is furious, grabbing a folding chair and throwing is up the aisle. Then he charges the ring and slides in under the ropes with his fellows following a moment later!

Waters: “A fight is breaking out right here with nine guys in the ring.”

Masters: “Get them, Fiscus! Take them apart!”

Jarred: “William, do you always just side with the wrestlers who act like the biggest jerks?”

Masters: “They aren’t jerks, they just know how to assert themselves...Jarred, when did you get back to the table? You were in the ring a moment ago! I haven’t seen you move so fast since that big anniversary special at Chuck E. Cheese!”

Jarred: “Ha, ha. How long did you expect me to stay in there with all that going on!”

In the ring, there are punches and kicks all over the place, but the advantage goes to Karl and TNG. Hellena was wise and got out of the ring before any physicality began. Caleb Walker and The Mountain Man do not even let the monster Garrett William get into the ring, instead performing a double clotheline on him and knocking him off the ring apron to ringside! Tim Timmons and Sam Attic brawl for several moments, until Tim grabs his opponent by the head and throws him out over the top rope. Fiscus and Frank Finch attack Jackal but in the chaos leave Godzilla Sawyer without a dance partner, so Sawyer spins Finch around and gives him three vicious head butts, knocking him to the mat. Jackal and Alan Fiscus throw right hand after right hand with Jackson finally getting the edge, punching Alan and driving him into Sawyer, who smashes his fist into Alan’s face as well! As Finch begins to stand, Jackal and Sawyer grab him and hit with a double suplex! They go for Alan but the World Champ dives out of the ring with Garrett there to keep him from hitting the ground, even as Sam Attic pulls Finch out by his legs. Wide eyed and not believing what has happened, Fiscus, Hellena, Attic, Finch, and Garrett back up the ramp making threats as they go.

Jackson into the mic: “We’ll ALL see you guys as Summer Showdown. Nothing will keep this from being just You and Me, Fiscus!”

Jarred: “This is amazing, something we didn’t think we could ever see! Karl Jackson, Godzilla Sawyer, Tim Timmons, and the rest of Next Generation are all standing in the ring together after driving off Alan Fiscus and his team! This is one of the biggest swerves we’ve ever seen on Overdrive.”

Masters: “Why, Tim? Why would you do this? Why would you turn your back on the great Jesse Montana and ally yourself with criminal like Jackson or a simpleton like Sawyer? You were beating Sawyer bloody not too long ago? I don’t understand!”

Waters: “There, there, Masters. I guess you’ll have to give up your TNG fan club membership now.”

Masters: “Yeah! I want my dues back!”

Jarred: “After this most incredible series of events, we are out of time for this week! Tune in next time for more great CZW action!"