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 Combat Zone Wrestling presents…OVERDRIVE!
* Spokane Arena * (Deadline is June 13th 9 PM EST)
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ ***
-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=- ***
-=- FIRST BLOOD MATCH -=- ***
-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=- (Winner Recieves a Reward) ***
-=- CZW TELEVISION TITLE MATCH -=- *** -=- VIOLENCE FROM THE VAULT (Summer Showdown Special Part 1) -=- ***
-=- SHAWN'S LAST MATCH EVER SINGLES MATCH -=- ***
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- ***
-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=- ***
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- * cZw! *
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CZW Overdrive begins with the much known sound of ‘Out of my Way’ by Seether. As the chorus kicks in the action shown on the Combat tron is fast paced, showing the much loves stars from the Combat Zone. Suddenly the cameras zoom out as we see the Spokane Arena from far up above. The cameras now soar down like a roller coaster as they travel along the excited fans. The camera stops on a few who hold up signs, as we get to read them. We have;
‘DEREK DAMAGE IS MY GREAT GRANDFATHER!’
‘MATT COVEY STOLE MY BEER AND PISSED UP MY PLANT POT!’
‘TIM TIMMONS IS MY DIOL!’
AND…
‘JENNY JACOBS GAVE ME CRABS!’
The cameras now travel towards ringside as we see members of staff furiously sorting out the props before this great show begins. The camera now rest of Jarred Daniels and William Masters, waiting for the fireworks to die down before speaking.
Daniels: Hello folks and welcome to a whole new edition of CZW Overdrive. As you can see, these fans here in Spokane, Washington are ready to kick off the show, as I bet you guys are at home.
Masters: Yes and some of these fans Jarred seem to be a little too excited, I can see one man up there with a bondage suit on, wearing an Alan Fiscus mask.
Daniels: Yes I think I saw him backstage coming out of your locker room William.
Masters: Shut up you petulant little brat, at least I have a bloody locker room.
Daniels: I’m just not at your level yet I guess. But what is at the top level tonight are our matches. We have the Television Title on the line folks, yes that is right, Sawyer gets a shot at glory.
Masters: I can better that, tonight we have a whole new creation, a barbwire cage of doom, glass cabin match. And as we look up above, there you can see the satanic device that will hold four men who make this company the most Ultra Violent in sports today.
Daniels: That is going to be one hell of a match, we also have Rowan and Hix, first blood, we have Jackson and Marsham, two of the best technical stars in the game today.
Masters: Yes and the General manager himself graces us at ringside tonight, in the main event match. That is always a treat.
Daniels: All that to come, and it looks like someone cannot wait for all of that, who is this coming out so early on?!
Masters: I think it is a diva…WAHOOOOOOO!!!
'Be My Heaven Tonight' by Him blasts all over the arena. The fans roar their approval as none other than Sirena Starr CzW’s Diva Champion steps onto the stage. She walks down the ramp and slides into the ring before walking over and taking a seat on a turnbuckle.
Daniels: It appears that we have been joined by CZW Diva Champion Sirena Starr.
Masters: Did you say puppies?
Sirena smiles before receiving a mic from Jessica Towers.
Starr: "HELLO SPOKANE!!"
Cheap pop...roaring crowd, yeah we get it.
Starr: "It is an honor to stand before not only CZW...but each and everyone of you who tune in to watch me from one week to the next. Cage and I greatly appreciate all the support you have given us in our careers here. And it's because of you...that you all now behold the first CZW Diva Champion!!"
S-I-R-E-N-A S-I-R-E-N-A
Starr: "However, though I hold this title with much honor and glory...I find myself distressed..."
WHAT?
Starr: "Despaired..."
WHAT?
Starr: "Pained..."
WHAT?
Starr: "Hurt...hurt because I saw what the QoC once was...and I see it now... Where have all my Allyson Thorns gone...my Sidney Viciousness...my Brenda Vixens...my Ruthless Aggressions? Gone...all of them...and it saddens me that it's became such as this."
Sirena just bows her head and shakes it. She then quickly looks back up with a sparkle in her eyes.
Starr: "BUT...I do not allow that to stop me from being the best damned Diva Champion you all will ever see. I held the QoC for several months...and I plan on holding this one for a while too. I've seen so much potential come and go. Milani Rose...Debra Lopez...the Douglas Sisters...the Orton Twins...Azure Nicholette...all these women...all great competitors. But they have all faded away...family issues...their hearts just not in the game...whatever the reason...Divas still remain strong. I'm calling all divas who still remain. Tatum Regen...Ashley Murphy...Leah Kimara...Debra Lopez...any of you who are hearing me now...we must save this division. We cannot allow the tyrannical Jesse Montana to win this. We must pull together and make it happen. I don't feel like holding scrap gold...we need to make it mean something. If I have to run this myself...we will make it happen. Who's with me..."
The lights in the arena dim down and then a voice over say “Ruthless Aggression” as it go right into Last Resort by Papa Roach. The crowd looks up the stage as they start to boo as Ruthless Aggression walks down the ramp. She has on a pair of blue jeans with a Jesse Montana shirt on tied to the side in a knot with her hair in two pig tails. She looks over at Starr with a bit of a smirks as she pull out a microphone from the back of her pants.
Ruth: “Now before you say anything else little girl I thought it was time for the TRUE Diva come out.”
The crowd boos some more as she took it all in with a smile on her face as she rolls her eyes over at Starr.
Ruth: “You come out here and get on the other women that had disappear from Combat Zone Wrestling because of personal reason but if I remember correctly. Someone who is in this ring did the same f**king shit when I was starting out as the GM over the division to bring it back. If I remember correctly I had to help take care of Cage. His needs are more important to me right now and that is more important then the title right now.”
She glares right into the eyes of Starr not taking them off her.
Ruth: “So, before you come out here and preach about how other people need to get their shit together. Just maybe you should think before you speak you dumb blond bitch!”
Ruthless and Starr seems to start getting into each other face a bit.
Starr: "Who the HELL, do you think you are? You need to recheck your calendar lady. Cage left before I did. But I'll ask him anyway before any rumors begin to fly."
Sirena gets into her face.
Starr: "Listen here BITCH!! That's one thing you don't f**king do. You do not try to start shit with my family...not my sister...and definitely not my husband. That'll get you hurt. And I don't mean in a wrestling match...I mean it...personal."
Sirena continues to seem enraged at the accusations.
Starr: "And for the record. I left to take Care of Cage. He is much more important than any silly piece of gold. The problem is, no one could beat me. The only way I would lose that title...was to be stripped of it. I never disappeared...I was still around...unlike a certain someone who retired without any kind of actual notice. You wanna talk about someone getting their shit together...you're still runnin round not knowing if you're comin or goin...who you love...who you don't...who ran over who...and who didn't."
Ruth gets right back into Starr’s face as she now raises her own voice pointing her finger into the chest of the women champion.
Ruth: “I AM f**kING RUTHLESS AGGRESSION that who the f**k I am!”
The crowd start to boo some more as she give the crowd a finger and then give one to Starr just for measure.
Ruth: “You talk about how you have honor and respect for me when I can tell right now that it was all lies and bullshit and if I remember correctly little girl. You NEVER pinned me. I pinned you in our match. You only happen to have the chance to get that great push because of the fact I got knocked up. So, you should thank me actually for everything that you have accomplished back then.”
She smirks as Starr look up at her looking like she was getting angering as she giggles a bit.
Ruth: “Oh.. What’s wrong... did I hit a little cord there little girl!? Just face it. If I didn't get knocked out you wouldn't had the chance to beat Thorn and become this so called Rising Starr and the new so called face for the women division right now. You have to remember one thing honey! I was the one that made the division not you! Not Thorn and not Sydney! I made the division what it was. I was the one that brought something new and different to the women division. I am one that believed women should have the right to spill their blood in f**king ring if they want too! While little girls like you would walk around out here in sexy outfits and showing off their ass. I was in the ring spilling my blood for this business.”
She smirks again.
Ruth: “That all changed when I realized I always looked out for others and NEVER myself. I always was there for people and they weren't there for me when I was in the time of need. Now with the help of someone by the name of Jesse. I am going to do just that! So little girl.”
She looked over at the title and smirks.
Ruth: “You have to remember you NEVER beat me. Plus you CAN'T beat me. I am soooo much better than you.”
Starr was about to say something and then Ruthless slapped the microphone out of Starr’s hand as Starr now looked upset as she got into her face as Ruthless's smirks.
Ruth: “I didn't give you the right to speak. One more thing little honey. Just want to tell you one more thing.”
She licks her lips and make a popping sound.
Ruth: “It was fun sucking your man’s dick.”
Starr: “BITCH!! I’m GONNA f**kIN KILL YOU!!”
Starr saw red and threw a punch into Ruthless 's face. The women start to brawl inside of the ring. Starr was on top of Ruthless throwing punches then Ruth turned it over and was on top of her throwing punches into Starr's face. Guards coming running from the back alone with Cage. They break them up it seems and pulls them into different corners of the ring as they both mouth off at each other. Ruthless breaks free from the guard and Starr shakes free of Cage and the two divas begin brawling again in the middle of the ring. Again, Cage and security break them up as Ruthless is dragged out of the ring as Starr’s theme song plays with the crowd cheering her name as she looks up the ramp pissed off.
Before Ruth could leave, "Closer" by Lacuna Coil hits as Tatum Regan comes out to a chorus of cheers. She is wearing a XTC baby doll t-shirt, torn jeans and black boots. She also has her hair in a ponytail. She has a microphone in her hand and a pissed off look on her face.
Tatum: Cut the bullshit right now. You guys may not realize this but you are playing right into Jesse's hand. He wants us to fight and bitch and complain among ourselves. He wants nothing more than to close the division and get rid of the Vixen's championship. You know and I know and these people in the seats know that can and will not happen.
The crowd starts to cheer louder as the feed off of the energy that is coming from Tatum.
Tatum: Look at you, Ruth. What happened? I understand that you have been through a lot lately. I cannot comprehend what it was like to go through what you went through. Even my problems can't compare with yours. But you can't lash out at the ones that care about you the most. When you were in the hospital, who were two of the first people to come see you? Me and Sirena. When you advocated to bring back a women's division, who stood behind you the whole way? Me and Sirena. Who has stuck by you side since we came here to CZW? Me and Sirena. See a pattern? What happens when you finally alienate us? Who will you turn to? Maybe you need to stew that over before you do something stupid again.
Ruthless has made her way up the ramp face to face with Tatum. Tatum hold her hand out to her and could see she mouthing come on Ruth. Don't act like this. Ruth nods softly as she runs her hand in her hair then acts as though she was going to shake Tatum’s hand. Out of nowhere with a slap across Tatum's face that could be heard around the world along with two middle fingers to Tatum as she slips down past her with a smirk as she walks away with cocky grin it seems towards the back with Tatum standing there looking very upset at what just happen with the crowd in shock. Sirena runs up to join Tatum, and puts her arm around her to comfort her.
Starr: “Don’t worry, we’ll get that bitch, Tatum.”
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SINGLES MATCH
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TOWERS: "This is the opening match of Overdrive, live from Spokane!"
The crowd cheers
TOWERS: "...and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.. hailing from Jersey City, New Jersey... weighing in at 280 pounds... 'The Extreme Icon' CHINO!!"
"Violence Fetish" by Disturbed plays over the PA, as the crowd boos loudly. Out comes Chino, with an arrogant smile over his painted up face. He walks down to the ring, ignoring the jeers. He slides in, and poses.
TOWERS: "His opponent... making his CZW debut... hailing from Dublin, Ireland and weighing in at 297 pounds... 'The Celtic Warrior' SEAMUS O'REILLY!!"
"The Irish Jungle" plays over the PA as the crowd get their first glimpse of this massive irishman. Seamus walks out, in an irish-like attire. He poses for the crowd, very pumped up. Most of them react as if they like him. He walks down the aisle, and enters the ring. He hops up on a turnbuckle and poses. While he does so, Chino takes advantage and attacks him from behind with repeated forearm smashes.
MASTERS: "Chino taking full advantage of this rookie's negligence right off, and pounding away at his back. Smart man, this Chino."
DANIELS: "Cheap heat is what that is."
MASTERS: "...What did you just say?"
DANIELS: "Nevermind. Chino has Seamus a little dazed, and throws him to the ropes. He goes for the big boot, but Seamus ducks it... and levels Chino with a vicious clothesline! Seamus nearly took him out of his black boots with that one. Seamus picks him up... irish whip to the corner... Seamus runs in with a big splash!"
MASTERS: "This kid is strong, this kid is mean... I like it."
DANIELS: "Chino comes staggering out of the corner... Seamus grabs him... and nails an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! What a powerful blow that was. Seamus goes for the cover and..."
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KICK OUT
MASTERS: "Chino isn't through yet!"
DANIELS: "Seamus picks him up and nails him a few times with powerful chops to the top of the head. Kick to the gut... he lifts him up on his shoulders... and BLAM a most destructive Samoan drop! I don't think I've seen the move executed so well before, William!"
MASTERS: "He's got skills, there's no doubt about that. But can he match Chino's cunningness?"
DANIELS: "We're going to find out in moments, for sure. Seamus with another cover!"
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MASTERS: "Ah, see... still too early."
DANIELS: "But Seamus is in full control, no doubt about that. He picks him up and nails a big bodyslam. He jumps to the ropes... running legdrop! Chino is clutching at his throat, gasping for air. Seamus poses to the crowd, who are becoming more and more behind this massive man. He turns and picks up Chino... but Chino is fighting back with punches to the gut."
MASTERS: "Yeah, Chino! Don't let this rookie beat you down like that!"
DANIELS: "Chino has Seamus a little stunned, but he's rather stunned himself. He throws Seamus to the ropes. Seamus ducks a clothesline. Chino bends over, looking for a back body drop... Seamus stops in his tracks... spinning neckbreaker... but he does in such a way that the back of Chino's neck lands hard on Seamus' knee! He calls that the Celtic Neckbreaker! The cover!"
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THREE!
DANIELS: "Seamus made short work of Chino here tonight, a very impressive debut!"
MASTERS: "I hate to say it, but I agree with you there Jarred. Let's hope this bloke can keep the momentum going."
TOWERS: "And your winner, in 4 minutes, 15 seconds... SEAMUS O'REILLY!!"
Seamus shows his intensity in his poses, and stands on a top turnbuckle as the programming cuts to a Summer Showdown PPV commercial.
A disturbance is going on backstage Jenny Jacobs is on the scene.
Jenny: Hi, I’m Jenny Jacobs. I’ve received word that something is going down at the Hix locker room.
Jenny goes running down the hallways until yelling and cussing can be heard. Hix is standing outside his Locker room as Allescha is taking notes.
Jenny: TJ Hix?
TJ: Yeah, what do you want.
Jenny: I was told there was a disturbance. Is everything ok?
TJ: Hell no it’s not. Look at this shit.
TJ throws open his locker room door.
Jenny: What about it? It’s your locker room.
TJ: No it’s not…it’s a mother f**kin broom closet.
Jenny: Mr. Hix, it’s actually one of the bigger ones we have here.
TJ looks to Allescha.
TJ: Allescha, bitch smack Ms. Jacobs for me please.
Allescha: Yes Boss.
Jenny: Huh…what…
POW
Allescha drew back and unleashed the bitch smack from hell. Jenny yelps before rubbing her red cheek.
Jenny: OW!! What was that for?!
Allescha: TJ does not hit women…nor does he like being called Mr. or sir.
Allescha carried on as though nothing happened and continued jotting notes down for TJ. Allescha and TJ start walking down the hall arm in arm…followed closely by Jenny.
Jenny: What are you doing Boss?
TJ: I’m finding me a new damn locker room. I’m the f**kin Boss, I deserve better than that cardboard box they tried to stick me in. Take note Allescha to file a complaint to Jesse…he would not stand for a member of his empire to be treated with such an utter lack of disrespect.
Allescha: Yes Boss.
TJ: Thank you darlin.
TJ continues walking down the hall with Allescha. He comes up to one door. It reads Starr on it.
TJ: There we go. This one probably was practically made for me. Star…granted they spelled it wrong. No big though.
TJ opens the door and looks inside. His jaw hit’s the floor.
Sirena steps out of the shower and Serena hands her a towel before she sits down. Serena starts rubbing Sirena’s shoulders. They then look up and see TJ standing in their door.
Starr Sisters: HEY!!
TJ: Sorry, sorry.
Hix takes one more peek before continuing on. Allescha kinda lingers with a smile on her face before catching up to TJ.
TJ: Sisters my ass.
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TAG-TEAM MATCH
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Daniels: Well it seems as though Shrapnel and Kiljoy have accepted the challenge set in front of them.
Masters: As you can see, the cage hovers above us.
As the lights dull down, Jessica stands at ringside as the cage begins to slowly fall down to the ground.
Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is now a Barbwire Cage of Doom Glass Cabin match. A cage made of barbwire meshing will surround the ring, inside their will be weapons of all kinds, but most noticeably, there will be four cabins in each corner of the ring, all made up of 25 light tubes each. The team who gets the first pin fall or submission wins this contest.
Daniels: there you hear it, all four men are already down here, Razor looking like he is about to explode into action.
Masters: And this match already makes my bones shiver a little, this is truly what Ultra Violence is all about.
Daniels: And Razor of course will be looking for revenge from last week when Kiljoy and Shrapnel teamed up against him.
Masters: Shrapnel never really attacked him Jarred, so get your facts straight.
Daniels: And these fans look ready, the ref is ready, I’m not sure the competitors are yet though. This match begins.
*DING DING*
- Razor is almost desperate to start the match as he makes the first move, meanwhile Kiljoy is just stepping into the cage of barbwire. Razor leaps towards him with fury in his strides as Kiljoy gets caught, the fans cheering heavily as Razor dropkicks the left knee of Kiljoy, then start pounding the back of Kiljoy’s head with clubbing left and rights. Kiljoy stands back up though as Razor continues the beat down, but to his surprise, Kiljoy just smiles as he swipes a bit of blood away from his lip. Razor goes for another right as Kiljoy swoops to the side and grabs Razor…HIGH ANGLE BACKDROP!
Masters: Well that is one way to stop a man who is on fire. Razor started this match with furious anger and tried to get the advantage, but Kiljoy took advantage of THAT.
Daniels: Not only that, it seemed as though he enjoyed Razor hitting him with those lefts and rights, we have never seen a man like Kiljoy before!
Masters: And we have never seen a match like this one before. I mean I look around and my stomach turns, everywhere I look I see weapons, I see pain…
Daniels: And the worst part is, Razor and Blade see home. They are at home in this extreme environment.
- Blade now throws a few more weapons inside the cage over the top, meaning inside the ring now is 100 Light tubes, 25 in each corner, 3 steel chairs, 2 trashcans, 2 Kendo sticks, 1 ring bell, 1 Samoan strap and even one Fire Extinguisher, all this surrounded by a cage made of barbwire meshing. Shrapnel now reluctantly steps inside, even a monster like him looking weary of the surroundings. Blade quickly gets inside as Shrapnel attacks him as soon as he steps through the cage door.
Masters: Did Blade really need to add more weapons to this contest? I mean why a fire extinguisher? What is he planning? Setting this whole damn arena on fire?!
Daniels: I wouldn’t put it past him. Cut Throat Thrillers may be the most Ultraviolent Tag Team we have ever seen here in the Combat Zone. However, at the moment, Kiljoy and Shrapnel seem to be getting the quick advantage.
- Kiljoy now looks towards Blade as he drops down and start to choke him, Shrapnel striding over to Razor, now choking him with his large boot. Blade reaches over though as he manages to pick up a Kendo stick and defending him with it, now thrashing it on the top of Kiljoy’s head. The evil joker steps off looking dizzy as Blade is now up, snapping the wooden stick around the left leg of Kiljoy, then again over the head, Kiljoy once again just smiling though. Blade turns around as Shrapnel now hits him in the face with a Big Boot, immediately dropping him to the ground as the Kendo stick rolls away from him. Razor is quickly back up now though with a trashcan in his hands. He places it over the large frame of Shrapnel as he is now stuck in the trashcan, though amazingly Shrapnel stretches his arms out to the side, as the trashcan rips in half. The fans look on in awe as Shrapnel now throws the torn trashcan off him and grabs Razor by the throat…CHOKESLAM ON THE TRASHCAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: My God did you see the strength of this behemoth. First he rips a chunk of metal in half with his bare hands, and then the throws Razor into the crumbled can like he was a little kid.
Daniels: And these fans may be thinking the same as us right now, have the Thrillers bit off more than they can chew here?!
Masters: There could be chewing through a damn straw at the end of this contest, I dare say they have…WAIT…WHAT IS BLADE DOING?!
- Blade out of no where is back up and has mounted the ropes, now scurrying along them with barbwire to his left hand side. Shrapnel notices him as he runs towards Blade…
Daniels: ONE OF THESE MEN ARE GOING TO BE STUCK IN THAT BARBWIRE…
Masters: Blade somersault off the ropes…and lands on Kiljoy with a diving hurricarana…AS SHRAPNEL GOES HEAD FIRST INTO THE BARBWIRE…OH MY…OH MY…
Daniels: Shrapnel is tangled up bad, and this just shows how dangerous this match can be.
- The fans are cheering as Blade is now on top of Kiljoy, hitting several rights and lefts, cutting his lip open even further. Razor is getting back to his feet now as he stands, holding his spine. Razor quickly now though seeing an opportunity…runs and steps off a standing trashcan…
Masters: THIS GUY IS INSANE…HE JUST PUT HIS BODY ON THE LINE THERE!!!!!!!!
Daniels: RAZOR HIT’S A FLYING BUZZSAW KICK ON THE TANGLED UP SHRAPNEL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: AHHHHHHH the CZW Ultraviolent Champion could need serious medical attention here, no man how big or how demonic deserves to be wrapped up in barbwire like that.
Daniels: Your right William, we need help out here. The referee is doing his job, trying to free Shrapnel from that mesh, however things do not look promising. I guess this match is now a handicap match, quite ironic I think as Kiljoy and Shrapnel attacked Razor last week, and now it’s two on one again.
Masters: That is not bloody irony Jarred, and Kiljoy does not deserve to be trapped inside this contraption now with two men who should be locked up and in straight jackets, what will they do next? Bloody set him on fire?!
- Blade is now back up as Kiljoy rolls up to his feet, blood dripping from his busted lip. Blade checks quickly on his partner and then turns back towards Kiljoy. Blade now picks up a trashcan as he throws it at Kiljoy who catches it, Blade now tactically running towards Kiljoy and throws out a foot…KILJOY DODGES THOUGH…BLADE NOW WITH HIS FOOT CAUGHT UP IN THE BARBWIRE…AND KILJOY NOW SMASHES THE TRASHCAN OVER HIS HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: Blade luckily flops free of the barbwire meshing, however he must be seeing stars now.
Masters: His attack went all wrong, trying to get Kiljoy to hold up that can and then kick it straight into his face, but maybe the clown like Kiljoy is more clever than these guys think.
- Razor walks over to Kiljoy now as they go toe to toe, Razor getting the better as he backs him up into the ropes, then Irish whips him to the other side, Kiljoy bounces off now sprinting back towards Razor…WHO NOW HAS THE RING BELL…RAZOR THOWS THE RINGBELL UP INTO THE AIR…
MY GOD RAZOR HIT’S A BUZZSAW KICK STRAIGHT INTO THE RING BELL…STRAIGHT INTO THE HEAD OF KILJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: The timing, the impact, the innovative…AMAZING!
Masters: I am quite stunned Jarred, Razor must be some kind of bloody ninja?!
Daniels: And Kiljoy is now down, Blade is still down, Shrapnel is receiving attention in that barbwire…Razor is the only man standing.
Masters: And he still has something planned…
- Razor now picks up a steel chair and begins to smash it into the limbs of the downed Kiljoy, getting sweet revenge from the previous week. Kiljoy stands back up as Razor throws the chair back down on the canvas, Kiljoy backing away however Razor catches him. The fans cheer as Razor clearly has something in mind. Razor now positions Kiljoy…AND IRISH WHIPS HIM TOWARDS A CABIN OF LIGHT TUBES…
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Daniels: Kiljoy is safe…Kiljoy runs straight into that cabin, which looks like some kind of an igloo.
Masters: Kiljoy…what are you doing? He is just standing inside that cabin, and now what the bloody hell is Razor doing?! I thought he was a ninja…but now I think he is bloody Spiderman!
Daniels: Razor is scaling the barbwire like it doesn’t even effect him…and Kiljoy thinks he is safe inside that contraption of light tubes.
- Razor now scales over towards the corner, now holding onto the barbwire mesh and standing above Kiljoy who is hiding inside the cabin of glass. The fans scream with excitement as Kiljoy now tells them to shush, thinking he is actually safe, hiding from Razor.
Masters: Get out of there you bloody clown. Your not safe, he can see you…
Daniels: My God…Razor is insane…he can’t be thinking this…
OH MY GOD…
RAZOR LEAPS OFF…
*CRAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH*
RAZOR HOLY SHIT…HE JUST HIT AN ALMIGHTY 450 SPLASH THROUGH THE CABIN OF GLASS…AND CRUSHING KILJOY INSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: These guys are mentalists, they could be dead after that and quite frankly, the World maybe a safer place.
Daniels: There not dead, both men are moving, but look at the glass sticking out of their bodies, Razor is a man possessed, and could be the most Ultraviolent man this sport has ever seen!
HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…
CZW…CZW…CZW…
CUT THROAT THRILLERS…CUT THROAT THRILLERS…
- The chaos in the ring is celebrated by each and every fan around the arena. Amazingly Kiljoy and Razor are actually moving, both men cut up badly from the shards of glass. Blade stands to his feet as he walks over to Razor, now sitting over him and checking to see if he is okay. Blade now looks over at Shrapnel who is near escaping from the tangled mound of barbwire mesh, referees trying to release him as quickly as they can. Blade now smiles as he picks up a Samoan Bull rope. The fans cheer loudly as Blade walks towards Shrapnel, the referees now flocking away, keeping their distance. Shrapnel shakes his head, almost foaming from the mouth angered, now trying desperately to escape.
Masters: Blade looks to be possessed, don’t you think Shrapnel has been through enough? This match needs to be stopped.
Daniels: Shrapnel knew what he was letting himself in for. He has terrorized Razor and Blade this past couple of weeks and now Blade is about to get his revenge. Look at the monster struggling, he knows a whole lot of pain is on it’s way…
Masters: You could do something, Jarred, get up their and stop these guys…WELL…GO ON! Your buddies with these animals.
Daniels: There is nothing I can do, or anyone for that matter, Shrapnel is in the wrong place at the right time.
- Blade now wraps the strap around his fist as he launches it towards Shrapnel, the stinging blow echoing throughout the arena, the fans cheering for miles. Blade hits another, then another, literally whipping the big monster, who is still trapped drastically inside the tangled barbwire.
Masters: Who’s idea was it to have this match?! This is a bloody disgrace.
Daniels: Razor wanted this match, and these two are showing exactly what Ultra violence is all about.
- Blade now wraps the strap right around his hand as he begins to hit a fury of right hands into the head of Shrapnel, his body cut up with the wire, his head now a bloody mess. But suddenly…
*CRASH*
Daniels: KILJOY JUST CRASHED THAT LIGHT TUBE OVER THE HEAD OF BLADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: How did he…When…What is going on? I thought he was down and out.
Daniels: Kiljoy has glass sticking out of his body, but he is still up…and what in the name of Jesus is he doing now?!
- Kiljoy now begins to grate the broken light tube over his own head as bloody profusely spurts out. Kiljoy just laughs as he now licks the droplets of blood from his own head. Kiljoy then holds the tube in the air as a few fans actually cheer on the crazed clown. He begins to scrape the broken piece of glass along the crown of Blade’s skull, now ripping and tearing flesh and skin from his face, Blade screaming in agony.
Masters: These guys will need facial reconstructions after this contest, not that they were normal looking in the first place.
Daniels: WAIT…RAZOR IS NOW BACK UP!
- Razor swings Kiljoy around as he drops the light tube, and now picks him up onto his shoulders…
BRAINBUSTER DOWN ONTO A STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE COVERS…
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Daniels: my God it was surprisingly our first fall of the match, and it was broken by Shrapnel, who is finally free from the mesh. And he looks enraged…
Masters: He is cut and torn from that barbwire, and has bruises all over from that rope, however he is still up and standing…
- Shrapnel now lifts Razor up by his hair as he picks him up…Backbreaker! Shrapnel now picks up Razor again, still with high momentum running through his veins. Shrapnel now grabs him by the hair again and…SHRAPNEL THROWS RAZOR STRAIGHT INTO A CABIN OF LIGHT TUBES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: Huff and he puffs and Shrapnel blows that house down…WITH RAZOR’S BODY HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Daniels: You sound like Kiljoy, William.
Masters: HAHAHAHAH - Wait…HEY…HOW DARE YOU!
- Shrapnel now walks over towards Blade who lifts himself up, only to be hit with a heavy throat thrust. Blade goes leaning back onto the ropes as Shrapnel now grabs his head and begins to grate the back of his skull into the barbwire razorblade like meshing. Blade’s head is covered with blood now as Shrapnel lifts him up high…walking over towards the corner…
EXIT WOUND INTO A GLASS CABIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: I think this monster has just destroyed the Thrillers all on his own here.
Daniels: And look at Kiljoy, clapping the monster like he is proud of him or something…WAIT…
SHRAPNEL GRABS KILJOY BY THE THROAT…
EXIT WOUND TO KILJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Shrapnel now walks off as he kicks open the cage door, and exit’s the ring, leaving the fans stunned.
Daniels: I think the UV Champion has had enough, and is now leaving Kiljoy all alone.
Masters: I’m not surprised, I would want to leave that demonic structure as soon as possible too.
Daniels: Yes but all he had to do was cover one of his opponents, and this monster would have had the match won. Now Kiljoy is inside this thing with two guys who hate his guts.
- Kiljoy seems to be the first up, the only man ho was not throws through a glass cabin by the monster Shrapnel. Razor also seems to be making his way to his feet as Kiljoy walks over towards him. Razor jumps up and now with rights and lefts, knocks Kiljoy towards the ropes. Razor Irish whips him but Kiljoy reverses, Razor bounces off the ropes as Kiljoy swings a clothesline, but Razor ducks and gets a school boy roll up from behind…
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- Kiljoy is now back up looking insanely angry…BUT HE RUNS STRAIGHT INTO A RUNNING BOOT. Kiljoy now finds himself in the corner on his ass. Razor runs in…SHINING WIZARD…RAZOR NOW PULLS KILJOY UP ONTO HIS FEET…
IT’S OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: my god that is one way to get revenge.
Daniels: I think Razor just turned it up another gear, even though he has shards of glass sticking out of limbs.
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Masters: What did he do that for, Jarred? Have all those extreme matches finally caught up with him? Has he finally lost his mind?
Daniels: I think this man lost his mind a long time ago, William. And now look what he has in his hands. He has…MATCHES!
Masters: And these fans cheer for this? Razor wants to set this place on fire, he is a bloody mentalist and I for one don’t want to see this.
Daniels: mentalist or not, this man is as extreme as it gets, and Kiljoy may be in a real bad place right now.
- Razor holds up the matches to the fans as they burst into a fit of cheers, and chanting…
WE WANT FIRE…WE WANT FIRE…WE WANT FIRE…
Masters: These troglodytes sound like a bunch of bloody cavemen Jarred, chanting just to se a few flames.
Razor now walks out of the cage door where Shrapnel kicked it open. He then pulls out a canister of gasoline from underneath the ring. The fans cheer even more now as razor rolls back into the ring through the cage door and begins pouring the contents of the can onto the last remaining glass cabin. Kiljoy begins to stumble back to his feet as Razor now turns around and hits Kiljoy square in the head with the can of petroleum. Razor now throws the canister down and picks up Kiljoy, placing him onto the turnbuckle which sits just above the fourth cabin of glass.
Daniels: I think these fans know what could be coming here, and this could not only end Kiljoy’s career, Razor could be committing suicide here.
Masters: I know we want CZW to be the most extreme federation in the World today, but isn’t this going a little too far…
- Razor now throws a lit match down below as the cabin of glass tubes blows up into a blazing fire. The flames are seen for miles, the fans dancing around like they want to see a sacrifice. Blade looks up as he gets to his feet, begging and pleading Razor not to do it, but as the smoke fills the cage, and the fans cheer for the last time…RAZOR LIFTS UP KILJOY…
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COULROPHOBIA THROUGH THE FLAMING GLASS CABIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY FUCK…HOLY FUCK…HOLY FUCK…
Daniels: I CAN’T BELIEVE THOSE GUYS JUST WENT CRASHING THROUGH FLAMING GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: We need the fire brigade here…FIRE BRIGADE!
Daniels: I think Razor is still on fire, bah god my willy wonka what an impact.
Masters: I don’t want to hear about your bloody little willy wonka, Jarred.
- Blade luckily reaches for the Fire Extinguisher as he actually puts out the fire that still roars from the ruckus. Blade then pulls out his partner as he attends to him, the fans still chanting the ‘Holy Fuck’ chant loudly in the background.
Daniels: Blade and Razor have just took extreme to a whole new level. And I think Blade has forgotten all about getting the pin fall in this match.
Masters: I think the smartest man in this contest was Shrapnel, he lives to fight another day.
Daniels: And now finally, Blade reaches over and gets a pin fall on Mr. Kiljoy, who is buried under ashes, glass and pools of blood.
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Daniels: Well obviously, Blade gets the three count there, even though Kiljoy hit his finisher, going through that fiery cabin of glass is enough to kill a man.
Masters: These guys need help, physically and mentally, Jarred.
Daniels: And as the EMT’s arrive on the scene, Razor looks to be actually getting back to his feet, I think he wants to celebrate for goodness sake.
Towers: And the winners of this contest by way of pin fall…RAZOR AND BLADE…THE CUT THROAT THRILLERS!
Daniels: Great win, great action, you can’t get anymore extreme than that. And this war continues no doubt, that is if these guys ever get out the hospital ward.
Masters: We have the fire brigade, we have EMT’s, we may as well have the damn police here too…the CZW Ultra violent belt may be in danger with these maniacs around.
Daniels: We need to take a break folks, clean up at ringside, we’ll be back right after this.
*****-----*****
SINGLES MATCH
*****-----*****
William Masters
Jarred Daniels
Jessica Towers
The arena fades to black, those familiar with the song recognizing “Streetcleaner”
By Godflesh opening up. Dark red lights start to turn toward the ramp, providing just enough light to really see Alan step out. Red fog spews from the stage.
Alan steps through the fog., the lights quickly returning to full brightness, taking a slow, methodical pace down the ramp to a chorus of cheers overpowered only by the continued song. Alan seems relatively calm about the cheers, as though he had come to expect them by now. But he shows no real sign of caring.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
Alan reaches the ring, smirking a little bit as he slides under the bottom rope, making his way over to the furthest available corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Jessica Towers
The quiet opening of Godsmack’s "No Rest for the Wicked" plays. Mike King walks out with his head down and his eyes closed. He stays in this position while the lyrics begin.
Jarred Daniels
William Masters
‘Chroma-matic’ by Static X hit’s the PA as The Flawless One, Frank Finch steps out and makes his way to the commentary table.
Frank Finch
Frank waves William away as he takes his seat beside Jarred.
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
Stephanie prepares to call for the bell when the lights dim down into green and blue strobing, a wall of TVs sit on the stage.
Keep you in the dark
Send in your skeletons
I'm finished making sense
What if I say I'm not like the others?
The Televisions explode as Cage Stryker stands in their place wearing a referee shirt. The fans explode into a sea of cheers as Cage smirks and points out to them all.
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Cage Stryker
A hint of sarcasm is in Cage’s voice as he mentions Mike King.
Cage Stryker
Mike starts yelling at Cage as he heads to the ring while Stephanie rolls out and gets the bell. Cage rolls into the ring and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Frank Finch
King is extremely eager to get underway, but Fiscus is another story. King approaches Fiscus, who stays close to the ropes. As King draws near, Fiscus ducks out of the ring, onto the floor, shouting at the referee to restrain King in the ring. Fiscus begins to shout "I need some space! I'm not ready yet!" before looking directly into the camera, and commenting "He looks all upset. I'd be too if I had to wrestle me."
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
As Cage backs King into the center of the ring, Fiscus attempts to get back in, but King breaks free of Cage, and charges connecting with a boot to Fiscus's shoulder, sending him back outside the ring as he's half way through the ropes. King follows Alan Fiscus to the outside, and clubs him across the back with a right arm. Fiscus fires back with a shot to the midsection, but King comes back with another boot, winding Fiscus some more. Fiscus begins to crawl on his hands and knees away, looking for a quick breather, as King throws up the apron, and pulls a chair from underneath.
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
Fiscus pulls himself to his feet, using the apron and ring post to get his balance. Fiscus turns around and shows rare instinct, ducking the chair shot from Mike King, who instead hits the ring post so hard that he drops the chair, the shock from the collision clearly being felt. As King tries to shake the shock from his hands, Fiscus picks the chair off the ground, and levels King on the top of the head! Fiscus picks King up, and rolls him inside the ring, King's head sticking out through the bottom rope. Fiscus drives the point of his elbow into King's eye, brings it up, and smashes it into the socket, as King rolls around in ring in agony, clutching his eye, and Fiscus stands on the outside, smiling sickly.
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
Fiscus looks underneath the ring, and finds what he's been looking for, which is...an OAR! Fiscus slides into the ring with the oar and drives the scoop into the crotch of King, who roars in pain, now smarting all over his body. A confident, happy Fiscus snaps the oar in half over his knee, and taking the side sans the scoop, watches King, waiting for him to reach his feet. King rises up slowly, and Fiscus takes a shot, but King somehow ducks, and takes Fiscus down with a drop toehold! Grabbing the oar half, King applies a modified cross face, choking the life out of Alan Fiscus with the oar! Cage kneels down to check on him.
Jarred Daniels
King pulls with all his life but slips, the Oar sinking down and sliding harmlessly against Fiscus's chest. Fiscus fights his way out and gets to his feet.
King to his feet as well, and takes a wild swing with the oar, but Fiscus ducks it and lifts a leg, from the crouching position, slamming the underside of his foot into King's jaw, sending him sprawling backwards against the side of the ring. Fiscus turns around and pulls the cover off of the announce table.
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
Having cleaned off the announce table, Fiscus turns around, only to take a wicked oar shot in between the eyes! Fiscus falls backwards against the table as blood oozes from a cut on the bridge of his nose. King goes right to work driving the narrow end of the oar into Fiscus's sternum.
Fiscus doubles over and stumbles away from the table. King raises the oar high above his own head and brings it crashing down on Fiscus's lower back. Fiscus's legs give out and he drops face-first onto the floor.
King throws the oar aside and lifts Fiscus to his feet, turns him around, and throws him by the hair onto the table, He gives him a couple of elbow shots to the throat for good measure while he turns around and climbs back into the ring, then up to the top rope.
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
Fiscus, barely aware of what's going on, rolls over onto once side as King goes airborne. Fiscus rolls right off the table and onto the floor as King puts an elbow right where Fiscus's neck used to be and crashes through the announce table. He hits the ground hard, jamming his arm into his shoulder. He rolls about in pain, clutching his shoulder while Fiscus lies motionless.
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
Slowly, Fiscus rolls over on top of King and presses his shoulders to the floor. The referee taps on his shoulder, he looks up, and Cage points to the ring.
Jarred Daniels
Cage begins the 10 count.
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Frank Finch
Fiscus shakes the cobwebs out of his head and grabs King by the neck and pulls him slowly to his feet, the whips him toward the ring. King runs full force into the side of the ring and Fiscus follows him there, putting an elbow to the back of King's head.
Fiscus runs Mike’s head toward the ring post, but Mike gets his leg up just in time to block it. He reverses, and drives Fiscus’s head into the post instead. Alan’s head bounces off the post and he falls to the ground holding his already busted head.
Mike gets on the ring apron and uses the KING Special Moon Sault. Alan realizes the danger and quickly rolls out of the way, King crashing onto the floor.
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Fiscus just grins as he stands over the unconscious Mike King. He grabs Mike and locks on a Camel Clutch. Mike just struggles to break the hold. Cage rolls out of the ring to check on him. Though he has a slight smirk on his face he still follows procedure. Mike spits on him. Cage steps back, then just wipes the spit off.
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Frank Finch
Alan takes it upon himself to release the hold as Mike rolls holding his back. Cage gets back in the ring.
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Alan Fiscus starts simply grabbing anything from under the ring. A chair, a table, a bat, a sledge hammer, and tossing them into the ring. Mike King drags himself to his feet on the far side and looks back at Fiscus's handiwork as Fiscus beings to pull himself in under the bottom rope.
In a feat of desperation, King sprints across the ring and falls on Fiscus with a double axe handle. Fiscus tries to stand up with his arms around King's midsection as King drives elbow after elbow into Fiscus's already hurt back.
Fiscus clutches tightly and lifts King into the air, spins to one side, and slams him hard down onto the chair!
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Fiscus stands up, runs his hand through his hair, spreading blood all over his head. His eyes fill with determination as he picks up the table and sets it up.
He reaches down and pull King to his feet and shoves him onto the table, then turns around to ascend the ropes. He grabs the chair on his way up.
Jarred Daniels
Fiscus reaches the top rope with the chair in hand. He stands up, and launches himself, putting both knees together and tucking them in, holding the chair under his legs. He lands, chair and legs first, directly on Mike King's midsection, sending both of them slamming through the table!
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Fiscus rolls over and yanks on King's shoulder, bringing his body off the broken table and onto the flat canvas. He drapes an arm over King's body.
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
Kick out!!
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Alan smacks the mat before standing up and getting in Cage’s face, yelling at him…telling him he should have already won. Cage calmly explains the count.
King takes the advantage and rolls Alan up in a small package.
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Frank Finch
The match continues. Alan delivering a dropkick. Mike stumbles backwards into the ropes. Alan is charging…shoulder toss. Alan goes crashing to the floor. Mike measures the fallen Alan up before delivering…
Jarred Daniels
Mike crashes onto Alan. Both men remain motionless. Cage again, rolls out of the ring to check on Alan and Mike. Mike is the first to stir. Cage rolls back in the ring as Mike starts rummaging under the ring.
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Alan now, he’s back up and stalking Mike. Mike comes out from under the ring holding a trash can lid. Alan slips up behind him…
Frank Finch
Mike’s head bounces off the floor as Alan again seems to have taken control.
Jarred Daniels
Alan lifts Mike back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Alan slides in underneath the ropes. He climbs the turnbuckle…
Frank Finch
Jarred Daniels
Mike King is unable to recover.
Frank Finch
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Frank Finch
Jessica Towers
Jarred Daniels
Alan Fiscus simply lies motionless with one arm draped over his opponent until Cage pulls the arm up and raises it just slightly in the air and tries to hand him the briefcase. Fiscus, in time, rolls over onto his back and accepts the case, clutching it to his breast. Alan gets to his feet and exits as Cage smiles and applauds Alan.
Mike is not happy. He charges at Cage, but Cage just barely looks around in time to duck Mike. Mike spins around only to receive a kick to the gut followed by…
Jarred Daniels
Cage Stryker
Cage steps over Mike King and makes his way to the back.
*****-----*****
TJ and Allescha turn the corner into the main hallway of Locker Rooms. He approaches one marked Entertainment.
TJ: Yeah, what’s what I’m talkin bout. I am the pinnacle of Entertainment.
As soon as Hix opens the door, a strong scent of vanilla hits him and moans can be heard inside. Hix scratches his head and then walks on not even looking inside.
Brian Blaze: Mmmm…this ice cream is the bomb.
Sarah Jane: I’m glad you like it. I made it with imported Vanilla Ice Cream…mmm…can’t you just smell it.
The camera catches back up to TJ and Allescha who had apparently already found another locker room. XTC.
TJ: Heh, I like the sound of that.
TJ opens the door looking back at Allescha.
TJ: I use to do this shit a lot. It makes a rockin party…f**kin rock!!
Allescha is seen scribbling something on her notebook.
TJ: Whoa dear…don’t note that.
Allescha: Sorry Boss.
Allescha scratches out her latest note. Hix looks inside only to see a table with lines of white powder and a straw nearby.
TJ: What the…
After a moment Hix hears a voice.
??: Say hello to my little friend.
Gunshots start going off and TJ ducks.
TJ: Oh shit…move move move…
The trio run and try to find cover as Ace King walks up to the table carrying a bag of popcorn. He scoops up some of the salt and vinegar seasoning and sprinkles it in the bag.
Ace: Yeah, Scarface. Hey Pabs…rewind that, it’s my favorite part.
TJ looks at Ace, absolutely astounded that he has seemingly put drugs in his popcorn. Ace looks around and notices TJ, dumbfounded look and all. He looks down at the bag of popcorn, then at the table, then back at TJ before nervously putting the pieces together.
Ace: This... This isn't what it looks like!
Scared, Ace scurries off into the distance, leaving TJ rather confused by what has just transpired.
TJ: Does CZW not have a Wellness Policy or what?
After a moment, Hix, Allescha, and Jenny stop by another door trying to catch their breaths.
TJ: Yuck, what is that smell.
Allescha: My deductions would say…testosterone…KY Jelly…
TJ: Does anyone else smell astro glide?
Jenny: I do…
TJ: Of course you would ya stupid c**t…it’s still dripping from you.
Hix looks at the plaque on the door. TNG.
TJ: Astro glide…KY Jelly…Testosterone…
Allescha: The Nude Guys…
Jenny: Actually no…that’s The Next…
TJ: Allescha…
Allescha: Yes Boss.
Again, Jenny gets slapped.
Allescha: I’m sorry Ms. Jacobs…but no one asked for your input.
TJ opens the door as ‘It’s Raining Men’ feels his ears from within.
TJ: What the hell kind of people did CzW hire before I got here? Come on…there’s got to be a locker room befitting of me and my glory.
TJ, Allescha, and Jenny continue on their way. Tim Timmons comes out of the showers.
Tim: Damn it why does this station always play that damn song. MiX station indeed.
TJ reaches the last bit of the hall feeling slightly defeated.
TJ: Damn it man…is there not a damn locker room worthy of the f**kin Boss TJ Hix?
TJ: Hey, what about that one?
TJ points at some red oak double doors.
TJ: What is a Faz?
Allescha: Not sure hun.
Jenny: He is our defunct Unleashed GM. We haven’t seen him in a while.
TJ: Allescha.
Jenny cowers down expecting another slap.
Allescha: Yes Boss?
TJ: Let’s crack it open.
Allescha reaches down the front of her blouse and pulls out some sort of tool and hands it to TJ. TJ walks over to the door and inserts the tool into the lock. After a moment, a subtle click is heard and the doors swing open. The stench of musk feels the halls.
TJ: Damn, how long has he been gone…this office hasn’t been opened in some time.
Jenny: Around the beginning of the year I believe.
TJ: It’s mine now. It’s perfect. Come over here Allescha, check out the view.
TJ looks out a large window and stares out and sees the coast in the distance.
Allescha: It’s gonna need some work.
TJ: I think we can handle it.
Jenny: What if Faz comes back?
TJ: Then I guess he’ll need to find a new office.
TJ and Allescha begin trashing family pictures as the scene fades back to ringside.
SHAWN’S FAREWELL MATCH *****-----*****
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is to be Shawn Waters’ FINAL match with CZW!”
The fans in attendance give this news a mixed reaction, which then turns to loud cheers as “Becoming the Bull” cranks out through the arena. After a pyrotechnics explosion on the stage, Brian Kirkland steps out onto the stage.
Towers: “Introducing first, from Dallas, North Carolina, ‘the Reaper,’ BRIAN…KIRKLAND!!”
Kirkland heads down to the ring looking like a man on a mission. He tags the occasional hand as he heads up and then hops onto the ring apron, glancing out at the crowd before springing in over the top rope. He heads to the corner, climbing up and pointing at a fan waving a ‘REAPER’ sign before posing a bit in the corner, firing himself up for the contest.
Daniels: “Brian Kirkland looks ready for action tonight, William, as well he ought to. This is Shawn’s last match, and Kirkland’s last opportunity to get the match he’s wanted for so long.”
Masters: “And our GM, out of the goodness of his heart, has given Kirkland this opportunity. Let it never be said that Montana is not a generous man!”
Daniels: “Oh, I wouldn’t go that far…”
Kirkland’s music quiets and the crowd can be heard mumbling amongst themselves. Slowly the house lights darken, the sound of feedback slowly becoming more and more audible. As it reaches a crescendo, several spotlights illuminate a secondary stage just off to the side of the backstage entrance, and a pyro display fires off as the band upon the stage begins to play a familiar song… Bullet for My Valentine is here LIVE, playing the song “Four Words (to Choke Upon),” and the fans can’t help but cheer. Shawn Waters emerges from the curtain, looking out over the crowd who greets him with a fairly decent reaction. Shawn gazes out over the crowd with a neutral expression, nodding to himself before heading down the ramp.
Towers: “And his opponent, heading to the ring for the final time...he hails from Sydney, Australia, ladies and gentlemen…SHAWN…WATERS!!”
Daniels: “Shawn Waters has had an illustrious career here in CZW. Love him or hate him, no one can deny his contribution to this company, nor can they deny that his absence will be felt.”
Masters: “And still there are members of this audience that cast their jeers to this man. They should be BOWING at his feet!!”
Shawn walks up the steps, moving into the ring. He stares steadfast out to the crowd as a pyro fires from the ring-posts, and then turns his attention to his opponent. Waters and Kirkland stare-down, and the fans begin a loud ‘C-Z-DUB’ chant. Referee Stephanie D is in the ring to officiate, and she calls for the bell!
*ding-ding!*
Daniels: “There’s the opening bell! Waters and Kirkland step back and circle the ring, now moving in and there’s the lock-up. Kirkland with a quick headlock, but Shawn twists out of it, cinching in a hammer-lock! ‘The Reaper’ with a snap-mare! BK on the follow-through, but Waters is up and takes Kirkland down with an armdrag! Kirkland back up, but Waters catches him with a dropkick!! ‘The Reaper’ back up to a knee and Waters quickly back to his feet, the two staring down once again!”
Masters: “Waters showing Kirkland who’s boss!”
Daniels: “Kirkland seems fairly undaunted, if slightly grudgingly impressed. They go for the lock-up again, but BK takes control, driving an elbow to the gut of Waters! Irish whip by Kirkland, Waters on the rebound…HUGE spine-buster by ‘the Reaper!’ The fans here in attendance cheer Kirkland on as he continues the offense, driving a knee down over Shawn’s leg! And another! Kirkland back up and he’s looking for a figure four!”
Masters: “Waters with the reversal! Inside cradle!!”
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Daniels: “Kirkland narrowly escapes! Both men back up but ‘the Reaper’ reacts first! He charges in with a big knee-lift! Waters is knocked off his feet by a quick back-elbow!! Kirkland presses the attack, pulling Waters to his feet and whipping him into the turnbuckle! Kirkland follows him in, striking him with a series of punches and now lifts Waters up onto the turnbuckle! He starts to follow him up, but Waters strikes back with a pair of elbows to the gut!”
Masters: “Waters knocks Kirkland off the turnbuckle! Kirkland back up but Waters…ONE-HANDED FACECRUSHER!! From the second turnbuckle!! Shawn back to his feet as Kirkland staggers back up as well. BK turns and…WATERS GRABS THE LEGS! Kirkland is flat on his back and Waters is attempting to turn him over into the WATERBOARD!!”
Daniels: “Kirkland is in quite the predicament! NO! BK able to free a leg and kick Waters back into the corner! Kirkland back up, and Waters rushes in! DOUBLE-KNEE FACECRUSHER!!”
Masters: “NO!!! Kirkland reverses!! Shawn falls back and Kirkland rolls him over, cinching in the ELEVATED CRAB!!”
Daniels: “Bad positioning, though! Waters instantly finds the bottom rope and Stephanie D forces Kirkland to break the hold! Kirkland is annoyed, but he continues right after Waters, pulling him to his feet. Waters with a quick sucker-punch, staggering ‘the Reaper!’ Waters bounds off the near side…SPINNING NECKBREAKER!! Cover!!”
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Masters: “BAH! Kirkland’s luck holds out!”
Daniels: “Waters looking a little agitated as he pulls ‘the Reaper’ back to a vertical base. He butterflies the arms…TIGER BACKBREAKER!! Kirkland writhes in pain, clutching at his back as Waters looks on, measuring up his opponent. Shawn gestures to the ropes and runs…SAULTY WATERS!! KIRKLAND GETS THE KNEES UP!!”
Masters: “BAH! Another lucky break for Kirkland, and these idiot fans are eating it up!”
Daniels: “Kirkland and Waters slowly making their way up again. Waters leaps up with an enziguri, but Kirkland ducks! Waters lands on his feet but Kirkland grabs him…BACKSTABBER!! ‘The Reaper’ with a second wind now quickly hops up and charges the turnbuckle, leaping to the top and…PHOENIX SPLASH!! KIRKLAND WITH THE COVER!!”
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Masters: “SO CLOSE! Waters kicks out, though! I knew he would!”
Daniels: “Kirkland can’t believe it, but Stephanie reiterates that it was only a count of two! ‘The Reaper’ pulls Waters back to his feet…locks in the pumphandle…PILEDRIVER!! Kirkland for the pin and the win!!”
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Daniels: “Waters somehow gets the shoulder up!!”
Masters: “Shawn is showing exactly why he’s been so successful in his CZW career! Kirkland seems to be losing his cool!”
Daniels: “The frustration is clear on Kirkland’s face, but he’s still in control of this match! He pulls Waters to his feet and now he might be going for the BK Edge, that modified sambo suplex!! He lifts and…WATERLOGGED!! SHAWN COUNTERS WITH THE WATERLOGGED!! WATERS HOOKS BOTH LEGS FOR THE PIN!!”
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Masters: “HOW!?!? How did Kirkland kick out!?”
Daniels: “Kirkland is as tough as they come here in CZW! Waters to his feet, slumping over the rope as he tries to clear the cobwebs! Kirkland slowly makes his way to his feet as well, the fans in attendance showing their appreciation for such a hard-fought contest!”
“LET’S GO, KIRKLAND!!”
“LET’S GO, WATERS!!”
“LET’S GO, KIRKLAND!!”
“LET’S GO, WATERS!!”
Daniels: “Waters rushes in…hurricanrana! NO!! KIRKLAND COUNTERS WITH THE POWERBOMB!! MURDER 101!!!”
Masters: “WHA!?!?”
Daniels: “KIRKLAND HAS THE CRAB LOCKED IN!! WATERS HAS NOWHERE TO GO!! Waters is locked in the crab, clawing and scraping, trying to reach the ropes as Kirkland adds more and more pressure!! Waters is almost bent back in HALF!! Shawn raises his hand, he’s going to tap!!”
Masters: “NO! Shawn starts crawling again, you can hear him screaming out in AGONY! HE MAKES IT!! HE’S GOT THE ROPES!! BREAK THE HOLD, KIRKLAND!!”
Daniels: “Kirkland relinquishes the hold, but the damage has clearly been done to Waters! Kirkland now begins lurking in the corner, crouching and waiting as Shawn starts to regain his feet. Shawn slowly pulls himself up and turns, looking for his opponent…here’s BK…GHOST TRAIN!!”
Masters: “No! Shawn ducks!! Waters with the German suplex! Kirkland flips over and onto his feet!! He locks Waters up…oh, no! ANEURYSM!! NO!! WATERS PUSHES HIM OFF!!”
Daniels: “Kirkland slams into the turnbuckle face-first! Waters spins him around and connects with a boot to the mid-section! BRAINWASH!!”
Masters: “NOOOOO!!”
Daniels: “KIRKLAND REVERSES!! HURRICANRANA!! NO!! Shawn counters again…WATERBOARD!!”
Masters: “THIS IS IT!!”
Daniels: “Waters has him in the center! Kirkland now trying desperately to reach the ropes, inching closer!! He’s almost at the ropes!! Waters rears back even more, cranking on the hold!! Kirkland is so close…NO!! KIRKLAND TAPS!!”
Masters: “WATERS WINS!!”
*ding-ding-ding!*
“Four Words” plays again and the crowd cheers aloud. Stephanie raises Waters hand as he slowly makes it to his feet, catching his breath. As Shawn regards the crowd, they all slowly begin to stand, continuing to cheer.
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match…SHAWN…WATERS!!”
Masters: “Oh, sure, now that Waters is leaving they all decide to jump on the bandwagon!”
Daniels: “That’s not it at all, dolt! They’re paying their respects to the career that Shawn has had here! Even those who dislike his antics can’t deny the mark that he’s left!”
Shawn looks out to the fans, a hint of sadness beginning to show through his composure. He turns and sees his opponent has regained his feet, wincing slightly but staring Shawn in the eye. Slowly, Kirkland extends his hand. Waters looks at him for a long moment, and then accepts the gesture, the crowd cheering even louder. A loud ‘CZW’ chant breaks out as Kirkland takes his leave, allowing Shawn to stand before the fans for the last time. After a few moments, Shawn issues a respectful salute to the crowd, then slowly makes his way up the ramp. Reaching the stage, Waters turns and takes a final look at the mass of people screaming his name, thanking him for all he’s done. With a single, solemn bow, Waters bids farewell, and disappears through the curtain.
VIOLENCE FROM THE VAULT *****-----*****
GOLD: Welcome to the 15 minute Hardcore contest...for this match, Farley and I...
FARLEY: That’s Michael K. Farley to you...
GOLD: Michael K. Farley and I will be joined by Warzone commentators Jarred Daniels and William Masters...
DANIELS: Thanks Ricky. Yes, we are about to seem 15 minutes of hardcore action...brought to you by the CZW superstars...
“Colours” by Static X hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Nashville, Tennesee...Chris Champion!
The lights go dim after a couple of minutes of commentating. Black and Red pyro erupts, and End of Heartache by Killswitch Engage blast through the PA System. After the clearing smoke, AJ Kool appears at the entrance ramp, with a huge smile on his face. He wears a black vest with the hood over his head. The black Hood has fine letters saying TCK meaning "The Comeback Kid". He wears black shorts with the same initials. He walks to the ring slapping the hands of the fans, and signing pictures and autographs. He walks around the ring getting a good look at it, before stepping inside. He slides under the ropes ands stands in the center of the arena motioning the crowd. He goes to each turnbuckle doing the same motion before he steps down and throws off the hood. When he throws off the hood the lights go dark again. And from the PA System, an automated voice from AJ Kool yells "Are You Ready For a comeback". The lights slowly come back on. And another set of pyro erupts before the opponent gets ready to make his entrance.
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from St. Matthews, South Carolina...AJ Kool!
"Doomsday Clock" by Smashing Pumpkins then begins to play, and smoke begins pouring down from the entranceway. As the drum intro ends and the guitar kicks in, Eddie emerges through the smoke, looking back and forth to the crowd with a broad grin. He is attired in a pair of long black shorts, flame-trimmed wrestling boots, and one of many various rock band or anime character t-shirts, typically with the sleeves removed. His hands are taped from knuckle to mid-forearm, with a single black 'X' drawn on the back of each hand.
He proceeds to make his way to the ring with a bit of a hop in his step, the smile on his face is one that shows that he loves to be where he is, doing what he does. He interacts with the ringside members of the crowd (those that are fans) a bit before rolling into the ring. He stands and throws his arms up, and a small pyro blasts from the ring-posts. He poses a bit more, bouncing on the middle of the second rope a bit while waiting for his match to start.
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Seattle, Washington...Eddie Rowan!
“Sharp Dressed Man” by Nickelback hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Lincoln, Rhode Island...Dusty Davis!
“It’s Funky Enough” by The DOC hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Long Beach, California...’Big Daddy’ Brown!
“Get Back” by Ludacris hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Springfield, Massachusetts...Rob Wright!
“Harder Than a Coffin Nail” by Papa Roach hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Dallas, North Carolina...Brian Kirkland!
“Second Coming” by Juelz Santana hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from New Orleans, Louisiana...Jordan Bryant!
“Saints of LA” by Motley Crue, which happens to the SUMMER SHOWDOWN's theme song as well, hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from right here in Los Angeles, California! James Draven!
The crowd is restless and excited to see the next wrestler on his way to the ring. The loudspeakers blare as "This House is Haunted" by Alice Cooper plays to the packed house. Green spotlights focus on the curtain as a light smoke billows, surrounding the entranceway. Out steps the shadowed Thanatos, and green flames light up the entire walkway down to the ring. Thanatos moves slowly, but steadily, keeping his eyes fixed on the ring ahead. He is wearing a tattered, hooded black cloak, and underneath, black shorts and boots. The flames die out, with the music, and the lights come back to normal as Thanatos enters.
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Chicago, Illinois...Thanatos!
The sold-out crowd is on it's feet, as the lights in the arena go dim. A green strobe light pulsates throught the packed house, as they the suddenly stop. We hear words over the P.A. system...
"I'm Not Jesus....Jesus Wasn't Fair! (Wasn't Fair, Jesus Wasn't Fair)"
As an earth-shattering instrumental cause the audience to erupt in a mixed reaction, as we hear "I'm Not Jesus" by Apocalyptica blare over the arena's speakers, and a white light joins the strobe, as stepping from behind the thick black curtains of the CZW set, is Bryan McNally, his muscular frame higlighted in the glowing lights. As he presses his hands together above his head, his signature taunt, green flames from the set emerge, Ultimo Dragon style. The Irishman, makes his way to the ring, leaping on the apron, and stepping over the top rope. He walks towards the turnbuckle, climing it, and using his hand-gesture again, leaping down from the ropes, as our lights return to normal....
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...also from Chicago, Illinois...Bryan McNally!
“Palms Read” by Protest the Hero hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Devil’s Ladder, Idaho...Leo Crow!
“Missing Frame” by MDFMK hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from the City of Compton...Jigga C!
-But no one comes out?
“Hell’s Bells” by AC/DC hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Tim Timmons!
“Inhale” by Stone Sour hits...
TOWERS: Making his way to the ring...from Albany, New York...Sean Hustle!
DANIELS: All 15 men are either in the ring, or waiting outside the ring. It looks like this match is ready to start. Let’s get the timer up on the Combatron!
A timer showing 15:00 flashes onto the screen...
*DING DING DING*
-All mayhem breaks loose instantly. Timmons, AJ, Eddie and Crow all grab the nearest weapon, being a garbage can, stop sign, steel chair and a kendo stick, respectively. Meanwhile, Jordan Bryant and Bryan McNally clear the ring of all the smaller stars. McNally clotheslines Rob Wright over the top, while JB does the same to Thanatos. Champion crawls back into the ring. He runs, ducking a Bryant clothesline and vaults over the top, crashing into Timmons, Draven and the garbage can. McNally and JB look around at the empty ring. They then spy each other. They begin to punch each other back and forth. McNally gains an upper-hand. He grabs JB and prepares for a Second City Saviour. But Wright runs back in and strikes McNally in the back. McNally turns. He blocks a Wright punch and nails him with a bicycle kick! Eddie Rowan comes running into the ring with a chair, but McNally nails him with a bicycle kick as well. McNally goes for the pinfall...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: BRYAN MCNALLY AT 13:47!
-McNally gets up. He now needs to be pinned to lose the title. The other wrestlers all stop fighting and target McNally. He grabs Rowan’s chair and motions for them to bring it. Jigga, Draven and Hustle all run at McNally, but he levels them all with chair shots. Thanatos and Champion follow up, but CC gets a chair shot and Thanatos receives a bicycle kick. Davis sneaks in from behind and rolls up McNally, using the ropes as leverage...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: DUSTY DAVIS AT 13:12!
-Dusty looks at the angry McNally and high-tails it. He spears the oncoming BDB and heads for the ramp. He gets to the ramp, but is collected by a kendo stick to the back! Leo Crow grabs Dusty and nails the Fathom-Flight onto the metal ramp!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: LEO CROW AT 12:50!
-Crow whacks Davis a few more times with the kendo stick. Hustle whacks Leo in the back with a chair. Hustle follows up with another one. Crow stumbles back to his feet. Hustle nails him with the KTFO!
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-Hustle stands up and is speared out of his boots by Timmons. Timmons then grabs the stumbling Crow and nails a T-Crusher!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: TIM TIMMONS AT 12:23!
-Timmons runs up the ramp and into the backstage area. The 14 other men then realise what’s happening. They all follow Timmons, but are far behind, Brian Kirkland leading the pack. A camera backstage notices Tim heading for the parking lot...WHAM! He runs right into an open door! Jigga C walks out from behind it. He laughs and pins Timmons...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: JIGGA C AT 11:46!
-Jigga looks down at Timmons and fails to notice BK running at him. BK topples Jigga with a clothesline. JB and Rob Wright join the scene and begin stomping Jigga...til they notice each other. Wright shoves JB hard. JB grabs Wright by the hair and slams him into the wall. He then grabs Wright by the waist and lifts him up, driving him backwards into a drinks machine with a spinebuster! Soda is spurting everywhere as the rest of the wrestlers join the scene...except for Crow...the 12 available competitors begin fighting over who will pin Jigga...allowing Jigga to crawl into a nearby room and slam the door. The 12 men have paired off...Timmons vs. Hustle, McNally vs. Champion, Thanatos vs. AJ, Rowan vs. Davis, Draven vs. Brown and JB vs. BK. McNally easier overpowers the smaller Champion. McNally backs him into the door. JB whips BK hard towards the two men and the slam into the door, buckling it. JB backs up and runs at the door, but BK and Champion move, leaving McNally and JB to get driven through the door! BK and Champion rush into the room and find Jigga trying to escape through a small window. They pull him out and slam him through a glass table! BK then whips Champion to the door.
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-CC crashes into Draven, who was trying to enter the room. BK pins Jigga...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: BRIAN KIRKLAND AT 9:55!
-Kirkland walks over the corner of the room, where there is a lamp. He picks it up. Jigga stumbles back to his feet...CRASH! He smashes the lamp over Jigga’s head. Eddie Rowan rushes into the room and begins fighting with BK. BK bodyslams Rowan and goes to exit the room...Bicycle Kick!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: BRYAN MCNALLY AT 9:37!
-McNally turns to leaves the room...KTFO!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: SEAN HUSTLE AT 9:32!
-Hustle walks out of the room. Timmons sneaks over and whacks him with a chair! Tim grabs Hustle and, with Dusty’s help, drives him into a nearby room...which happens to be Jesse Montana’s office! Timmons and Dusty grab Hustle. They suplex him through Jesse’s desk. Timmons grabs a set of keys off of Jesse’s shelf. He drives the keys into Hustle’s forehead and begins cutting him open. Someone grabs Dusty from behind...The Abyss. Timmons turns around and Thanatos dropkicks Timmons into Jesse’s chair. Thanatos goes to pin Hustle, but Draven comes from behind and nails a DDT. He grabs Hustle and nails a See You in Hell onto the leftover table pieces...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: JAMES DRAVEN AT 8:43!
-Draven then takes off out the door and pelts down the hallway, towards the ring. He turns a corner and ends up in the delivery dock by mistake. Draven spies an open dumpster and dives inside it. He hears some of the superstars run past, looking for him. He breathes a sigh of relief...until he is lifted off the ground by something. Draven sticks his head and spies Leo Crow lifting the dumpster with a truck. Crow then releases the dumpster, causing it to crash to the ground. Crow exits the vehicle and climbs in the dumpster. He pins Draven...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: LEO CROW AT 7:39!
-Crow walks out into the corridor, his opponents nowhere to be seen. He turns around...WHACK! Eddie Rowan whack Crow with a baseball bat. He beats him down repeatedly, then pins him...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: EDDIE ROWAN AT 7:24!
-Eddie shrugs and leans against a nearby wall. He hears footsteps coming, so he walks off towards his locker room. He enters his locker room...CRACK! Jordan Bryant was waiting for him, ‘Skullbuster’ in hand!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: JORDAN BRYANT AT 6:23!
-Bryant grabs Rowan and tosses him headfirst into Eddie’s own TV set! JB then walks out of the room. He sees BDB running at him. He grabs him and nails him with the Alley Oop! JB looks down at BDB...WHACK. JB is struck over the back by a chair held by Rob Wright. Wright strikes JB in the face with the chair, before propping JB up in the corner of the wall. Wright climbs up a nearby step-ladder. He jumps off the ladder, dropkicking the chair into JB’s face!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: ROB WRIGHT AT 5:58!
-Rob Wright yells in celebration. He then hears an army of footsteps. Wright runs, heading for the Parking lot. He reaches the parking and tries to get in his car, but he fumbles his keys. He turns around, only for McNally to bicycle kick his head through the car window! Wright is busted open from that shot. As Wright slumps to the ground, Dusty Davis runs in and nails a neckbreaker on Wright. Champion then vaults over the bonnet of the car and drives his feet into Wright’s back! Pretty much the rest of the wrestlers join them, except for JB , Rowan, Draven and Crow.
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-They begin brawling with each other in the parking lot. Chris Champion is thrown through a car windshield by McNally. Timmons and Kirkland are fighting on top of car. Timmons nails BK with the T-Crusher through the roof of the car! Meanwhile, Dusty Davis and AJ Kool have opened a car door and are trying to whip each other into it. Dusty eventually over-powers Kool, driving him back first into the door frame! Kool leans on the seat to catch his breath...Dusty Davis dropkicks the door shut! It slams hard into Kool’s body! Thanatos nails Hustle with the Abyss. He stands and has his head kicked off by McNally. Wright crawls over to a production truck. He spies McNally and Timmons coming at him. He begins climbing the truck. McNally elbow Timmons and follows him up. Timmons is behind McNally. They meet Wright up the top. They grab him by the throat and chokeslam him off the truck!!!! He completely destroys the car below him! Dusty Davis slithers in and pins Wright!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: DUSTY DAVIS AT 3:42!
-McNally and Timmons begin climbing down the ladder. Dusty turns and is lucky to duck Crow’s swing with the baseball bat! He nails Crow with a Dreamer’s Dream! Dusty goes to leave the parking lot...CRACK! Eddie Rowan walks in, blood gushing from a head wound, Skullbuster in hand. He pins Davis...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: EDDIE ROWAN AT 3:12!
-Eddie Rowan cracks BDB over the head as he ran at Eddie. The other men who were running at Eddie are cautious to approach. Then, AJ Kool steps forward...WHACK! Jigga C...CRACK! Thanatos...WHACK! All men have been left bleeding after those shots! Rowan hears footsteps behind him. He spins on the spot and nails James Draven! But that gave Sean Hustle the chance to roll him up!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: SEAN HUSTLE AT 2:51!
-Hustle hits the KTFO on the approaching McNally. He then heads over to Timmons, hoping to eliminate the last threat. They begin brawling. Hustle slams Timmons head into a metal grate, which is protecting the parking lot circuit board. He then whips Timmons into the grate, busting it open! Hustle lifts up Timmons and goes to whip Timmons into the circuit board! But Timmons reverses, driving Hustle into the circuit board head first! The power goes out for a second. The circuit board explodes in Hustle’s face! Timmons cautiously pins Hustle...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: TIM TIMMONS AT 2:01!
-Timmons stands up and looks relaxed, thinking everyone is down. He leans against a car and catches his breath...WHACK! Rowan drives the Skullbuster into Timmons head, busting him open!
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: EDDIE ROWAN AT 1:20!
-Eddie Rowan walks over to the exit of the parking lot, Skullbuster in hand.
1:00!
He walks into the corridor, heading for the ring. He reaches the entrance to the ring. He sees someone coming for him. He prepares the skull basher. He ducks the Bryant clothesline and takes JB’s head off with the chair! Eddie breathes deeply. From his position he can hear the fans counting down...
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HARDCORE CHAMPION IS: TIM TIMMONS AT 0:01!
A buzzer is heard! Jessica Towers is heard...
TOWERS: Your winner and NEW CZW Hardcore champion...the Hardcore Master...TIM TIMMONS! *****-----*****
TELEVISION TITLE MATCH *****-----*****
The Godzilla theme plays and sounds of tanks and air raid sirens play out as Godzilla Sawyer makes his way out onto the ramp…DRESSED IN A GODZILLA COSTUME!! He does his best Godzilla impression as he stalks down to ringside, clawing at the air and swinging the large tail to and fro. He makes it to the ring-steps, struggling to make it up them. He gets to the second and promptly falls to the side! Hastily, he thrashes around and regains his feet, adding a few more theatrics before he sheds the outfit, posing to the cheering fans before entering the ring, where he tosses the large Godzilla head out to the crowd!
“Let Me Entertain You” plays and ‘Mr. Entertainment’ swaggers out onto the ramp, pulling a shopping cart of items, most notably several cream pies! Blaze heads to ringside, flicking whipped cream onto some fans’ noses on the way down. He parks the cart at ringside and rolls into the ring, holding his Television Title high in the air.
Daniels: “Television Title on the line here! Godzilla Sawyer and Brian Blaze are looking to prove themselves as not only worthy of the title, but also and perhaps even more importantly to them, which of them is the most entertaining!”
Masters: “That’s ridiculous! They need to focus on the belt and nothing else!”
*ding-ding!*
Daniels: “The match begins and Sawyer and Blaze shake hands, now pacing around eachother. There’s the lockup, Sawyer taking control with an arm-wringer. Blaze struggles and then tumbles out of the hold, breaking away from Sawyer and…now he’s going to do a little dance, apparently!”
Masters: “Oh, that’s rich.”
Daniels: “Blaze with the running man!”
Masters: “And, of course, everyone here loves this.”
Daniels: “Even Sawyer is clapping for him! Circling eachother again, Blaze now takes control with a side headlock. Sawyer shoves him off into the ropes and swings a lariat as he bounds back, but Blaze ducks under! Blaze on the rebound again…hip toss by Sawyer! And now SAWYER is going to dance! MOONWALK!”
Masters: “Ugh…I think I’m gonna throw up…I think I’m gonna throw up!”
Daniels: “Knock it off, drama queen! Blaze and Sawyer both laughing now as they lock up a third time. Brian Blaze with a drop toe-hold! He hops onto Sawyer’s back…YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!! RIDING THE PONY!?”
Masters: “Now I really AM going to be sick!!”
Daniels: “The fans love it, but Sawyer looks a little creeped out at the moment!”
Masters: “Well, Daniels, YOU may be used to another man riding your back like a horse and swatting your bum, but I assure you that you’re in the minority!”
Daniels: “…anyway. Sawyer shaking his head at Blaze and they go for the collar and elbow tie-up again. Sawyer…TICKLE’S BLAZE’S RIBS!!”
Masters: “This isn’t a title match, it’s a freak show!!”
Daniels: “But both men are doing what they set out to do and entertain the fans here! Here we go, locking up agai-no, Blaze with a quick stomp to the midsection! Now hammering over Sawyer’s back! He whips the big man to the ropes and takes him off his feet with a dropkick!!”
Masters: “This is more like it!”
Daniels: “Brian Blaze breakdances back to his feet!”
Masters: “I spoke too soon…”
Daniels: “Blaze goes after Sawyer, but Godzilla surprises him with a headbutt!! He whips Blaze to the near side and follows in with a leaping shoulder-tackle! The champion rolls to the outside OVER THE TOP ROPE!!”
Masters: “He landed a little awkwardly there. And by that, I mean right on his head! I love it!”
Daniels: “Sawyer doing a bit of a monster act in the ring, now heading to the outside after his opponent. He rushes Blaze with his fists up in a double-axe handle…BLAZE WITH A PIE RIGHT TO THE FACE!!”
Masters: “BWA HA HA HA!”
Daniels: “Sawyer stops dead in his tracks as Blaze rolls back into the ring, he along with the rest of the crowd laughing at Sawyer who has pie all over his face!”
Masters: “…..BWAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA-OOOF!!”
Daniels: “HAAAAAA HA HA HA!! SAWYER HITS MASTERS WITH A PIE!!”
Masters: “THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!”
Daniels: “Save it, Piemaster! Sawyer back in the ring and now it looks like these guys are going to get serious! Blaze ducks a Godzilla clothesline and rebounds…FLYING FOREARM!! Quick cover by the champ!”
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Daniels: “Sawyer kicks out! Blaze lifts him up and now looks to be going for a suplex. Sawyer blocks! Blaze tries again but Godzilla blocks it again!! Sawyer connects with a big suplex on the champ!! HUGE leg-drop by Sawyer! Cover!!”
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Masters: “GOOD! Get him, Blaze!!”
Daniels: “My colleague has chosen a favorite based on him being the one who did NOT pelt him with a cream pie moments ago! Sawyer pulls Blaze to his feet and goes for the overhead belly-to-belly! Blaze lands on his feet!! He hits the mat running, Sawyer turns and…BLAZING ARROW!!
Masters: “HA HA! Take THAT, ass!!”
Daniels: “My partner is impartial as always! Blaze with the pin!!”
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Masters: “HOW!?”
Daniels: “Sawyer kicks out somehow!! Blaze looks a bit shocked as well, now heading to the turnbuckle! A dazed Sawyer starts to make his way to his feet as Blaze ascends the turnbuckle!! This could be Quality Entertainment!”
Masters: “If he flattens that pie-tossing ogre, it will be just that!!”
Daniels: “Blaze leaps…SAWYER CATCHES HIM!! Godzilla quickly drives Blaze back into the corner, spine-first!! He hops up…ATOMIC DDT!!”
Masters: “NOOOOOO!”
Daniels: “Sawyer with the pin! This could be it!!”
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*ding-ding-ding!*
Daniels: “NEW champion!! Sawyer did it!!”
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest and NEW CZW Television Champion, GODZILLA…SAWYER!!”
Sawyer is handed the belt and he instantly gets a surge of adrenaline, celebrating his victory. Blaze makes it to his feet, looking slightly dejected, but he offers his hand to Sawyer who shakes it eagerly. Both competitors congratulate eachother on a great match, the fans in attendance cheering them both on.
TAG-TEAM MATCH (winners receive a reward) *****-----*****
Jarred Daniels: “What’s that I hear?”
The videotron illuminates and Tru Family Crew is displayed across the screen. Twiztid can be heard blaring through the speakers – pounding across the arena with “We Don’t Die!” Out from the back, exploding through the curtain, comes the energetic duo of “The Misfit” Mike Monroe and “The Aerial Specialist” Krimzon Blaze!
William Masters: “Monroe and Blaze are looking for a little redemption after last week when the team of Timmons and Mike King beat El Fuego. Somehow I don’t think Krimzon Blaze will be through with Timmons no matter who he brings to battle!”
Slapping hands with fans, both Monroe and Blaze makes their way to the squared circle. Both men are pumped for action and it is clear by their attitudes. Unbeknownst to them, Timmons and his comrade Rob Wright – who they are slated to face this evening – return to the well and can be seen tunneling through the crowd. Quick as lightning, both Timmons and Wright leap over the guard railing and assail Blaze and Monroe from behind – similar to what had happened last week!
William Masters: “When something works, you need to stick with it. You saw last week!”
Jarred Daniels: “Timmons with a series of forearm shots to Blaze’s head and Canada’s Finest just hurled him into the ring apron! There’s Wright and Monroe on the opposite side battling it out. Wright with a stiff kick to the midsection and—woah! Monroe’s got the upper hand!”
William Masters: “What?! Monroe with a block and Wright just went head-first into the steel steps!”
Duking it out on the opposite side, Blaze and Timmons are at war! Neither man gives up an inch as they fight on the outside of the ring. Monroe abandons Wright at ringside and slides into the ring. From there, he can spy the battle between Blaze and Timmons on the outside.
Jarred Daniels: “Watch Monroe—THERE HE GOES!”
With a full head of steam, The Misfit takes to the air – soaring up and over the top rope – and HE CRASHES INTO BOTH TIMMONS AND BLAZE!
Jarred Daniels: “This match is all over the place and it has yet to officially start! Danny Spade is waiting in the ring and, well, he won’t have to wait long. Blaze and Monroe are rolling Timmons into the ring and Wright has yet to awaken from that hurl into the steps!”
When Monroe follows Timmons in, Spade signals for the bell. Blaze takes his spot at the post on the apron and finally Wright can be seen climbing up onto the apron. Monroe wrenches Timmons’ left arm and follows that with a jumping arm-breaker! Monroe’s clutches remain tight around Timmons’ wrist and he floats over, locking the arm behind Timmons’ back with a hammerlock.
William Masters: “Timmons is held face-down with that hammerlock, but Monroe’s reaching for Blaze. There’s the tag!”
Springboarding into the ring from the apron, Blaze soars and drops a guillotine leg drop against the back of Timmons’ head! Hooking Timmons with a cradle, Blaze rolls through and brings Canada’s Finest’s shoulders flush against the canvas:
One!
William Masters: “TWO—but there’s Wright! Rob Wright with a huge baseball slide drop-kick into Blaze’s skull!”
Jarred Daniels: “That’s calling in Monroe, but look at that! Spade intercepts Monroe and forces him back to his corner. That’s just allowing Wright and Timmons to isolate Krimzon Blaze. This looks like a repeat of last week. Timmons drives Blaze into the turnbuckle with a shoulder thrust and tags in Rob Wright!”
Spade commands Timmons to leave the ring now and he complies; however, Rob Wright already has the advantage. He takes Blaze into a side head-lock and drives the point of his knuckles into his brow. One. Two. Three. Four. By the fifth shot, Blaze’s brow has been busted open and Wright steps forward – driving Blaze face-first into the canvas with a bull dog!
Stomping wildly on the ring apron, Mike Monroe tries to pump up the crowd and invigorate Krimzon Blaze. Wright cuts Blaze off, though, wrenching his left arm and whipping him to the ropes. Blazes shoots off towards the ropes, but looks to counter any action Wright would have. Unfortunately for him, Wright has already predicted such actions and narrows the space between the two, dropping to the canvas, and tripping Blaze up with a drop-toe-hold.
Jarred Daniels: “Watch Wright’s fluidity as he takes Blaze into an STF! Ever since Timmons invited Mike King, Walker, and Impaler into the ranks, we’ve seen new life from both Wright and Timmons. Here they are taking it straight to Krimzon Blaze!”
William Masters: “Blaze wants a tag, but he needs to get out of this submission. Wright’s interlacing his fingers beneath Blaze’s jaw and he rears back. He’s trying desperately to get free, but—WATCH TIMMONS!”
Jarred Daniels: “Canada’s Finest goes across the ring and hits Monroe with a flying forearm. Monroe’s pissed and here—no—Spade just let it happen! Spade sends Timmons back to his corner, but Monroe’s arguing with the referee. TURN AROUND! Timmons off the ropes and there’s a drop-kick to Blaze’s unshielded, prone face!”
Blaze’s blood spills across the canvas and Timmons returns to his corner. Wright releases his hold and opts for a pin-fall victory. He rolls Blaze over and hooks the outside leg. The lateral press is made and Spade drops down for the count:
One.
TWO!
One double axe-handle blow interrupts the count as Monroe dives in through the ropes. This allows Blaze to bound upwards and Monroe quickly returns to his corner. Wright rolls to a knee and Blaze looks to make a tag. Wright sprints and refuses to allow Blaze the tag. He applies a waist-lock and Blaze sends out an elbow to disrupt his opponent’s offense. The shot rocks Wright’s head, but he rears back regardless and sends Blaze overhead with a belly to belly suplex!
Jarred Daniels: “Wright keeps Blaze trapped and pulls him up for a vertical suplex. Wright keeps Blaze suspended with that stalling suplex and—one handed! Timmons tags in and Wright rotates Blaze forward. WOAH!”
William Masters: “Huge spinebuster! Timmons drops a knee across Blaze’s crown and he covers!”
One.
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TWO!
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THR—NO!
Jarred Daniels: “Blaze quickly moves to his feet again. He tries for the tag, but Timmons has snags his leg. Enziguri! Blaze takes off Timmons’ head!”
While Krimzon Blaze should go for a tag, he walks over to Monroe, but refuses. Fans unite with cheers as Blaze turns to face his adversary and comes face-to-face with Tim Timmons. The Aerial Specialist does not back down from Canada’s Finest! Timmons throws a punch, but Blaze blocks the shot. Blaze responds with a shot of his own and snapmares him over shoulder! Blaze to the ropes, springing up onto the middle rope, and off! He twists in mid-air, landing across Timmons’ chest with a corkscrew senton!
Jarred Daniels: “Timmons thought he had Blaze, but no go. Blaze is blazing through him. Timmons attempts to stand, but Blaze strikes him back down with a vicious kick to the face and what a nice standing moonsault. Blaze back to his feet and flipping forward with a senton and—THERE’S THE TAG!”
Upon entering the ring, Monroe proceeds to stomp a hole into Timmons. Timmons refuses to be a victim of this degrading attack and battles up to a vertical base. He does it in the best way he can. He rolls to the ropes and leans between them, causing Spade to interject himself and separate Monroe from Timmons. This infuriates Monroe and gives Timmons ample time to recover.
Jarred Daniels: “What a coward.”
William Masters: “He’s playing the game. That’s smart.”
Jarred Daniels: “Well, OW! Timmons rakes Monroe’s eyes and that’s probably playing the game too huh?”
With Monroe blinded, Timmons lands a stiff forearm to his face and goes for a side head lock. Monroe may be blinded for a moment, but he is not without fight. He lands a series of back elbows into Timmons’ gut and then pivots out of his grasp! Timmons now finds himself drawn up onto Monroe’s shoulders and down with a reverse Death Valley Driver! Monroe floats over and is able to lock on the Burn Notice!
Jarred Daniels: “That’s tactical skill! Ha! Karl Jackson and Justin Marsham can both take that to the bank. Monroe’s showing his technical ability!”
Monroe rears back and tries to get Timmons to submit, but Canada’s Finest is able to reach the bottom rope with ease much to the fans’ disappointment. Forced to relinquish the hold, Monroe rolls forward and tags in Blaze!
The tag calls in Wright as well who runs across the ring to meet Monroe! Monroe is like a bullet, clotheslining Wright down. Timmons returns to his feet, but Krimzon Blaze applies a rear waist lock. When Monroe bounces off the opposite ropes, he heads towards Timmons! Monroe leaps and drops Timmons with a kick; and the shot hits him with enough momentum to assist Blaze in carrying Canada’s Finest overhead with a German Suplex!
The bridge is made!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR—NO! Timmons kicks out!
Jarred Daniels: “Wright outside. He’s rummaging through and—HE HAS A CHAIR!”
William Masters: “Monroe sees him! Another suicide dive and—CRACK! Wright just hauled back and cracked that chair across Monroe’s head! HOLY CRAP!”
Jarred Daniels: “Blaze guides Timmons up to his feet and steps through. Fireman’s carry and we could see the Kode of Silence!”
William Masters: “—no, we won’t! Timmons slips off Blaze’s shoulders and Wright’s into the ring. Blaze spots him. Timmons throws a clothesline! Blaze ducks. Blaze towards Wright and throws a drop-kick at Wright’s left knee. Wright tosses Timmons the chair! Blaze is back up and Timmons rears back!”
CRACK!
Krimzon Blaze is laid out unconscious!
Jarred Daniels: “Timmons descends for the cover! We could see another dramatic victory for Next Generation!”
ONE!
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William Masters: “Here it comes! TWO!
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Jarred Daniels: “THREE!”
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THREE?!
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Spade stops the three count just before his hand slaps the canvas and declares it a two count. Timmons finds himself pulled off the top of Blaze by Monroe out on the floor! Wright reacts quickly and drops to the outside. Monroe’s there for him. When Wright descends, Monroe lands a stiff kick to his gut and follows with a lariat.
NO! Wright catches the lariat and floats behind Monroe. He cinches in a full nelson and goes for the slam!
NO! Monroe counters with an armdrag!
Jarred Daniels: “Timmons goes for another pin attempt on Blaze. Small package!”
One.
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TWO!
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Kick-out!
Timmons breaks free and rolls to his feet in one fluid motion. He charges towards Blaze, but The Aerial Specialist catches him. Up to a fireman’s carry, Blaze seeks the Kode of Silence! Timmons tries to wiggle free once again, but cannot! Blaze rotates and sends him off.
Jarred Daniels: “THERE’S THE KNEE!!!!!”
Blaze collapses on top of Timmons after the Kode of Silence!
Spade slaps the canvas!
ONE!
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TWO!
Monroe and Wright continue to battle on the outside!
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William Masters: “THREE—no my God! OH MY GOD! TIMMONS GETS A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!”
Jarred Daniels: “The count’s broken. Timmons survives and Blaze is headed to the turnbuckle! We could see the Holy Shot! NO! Wright up onto the apron and he crotches Blaze on the turnbuckle! Monroe’s right behind him. What’s he—no! Monroe’s tightened his grip around Wright’s waist. They’re on the ring apron and Wright’s fighting desperately to keep a hold of that rope and Blaze.”
Though crotched on the top rope and weakened from the groin shot, Blaze lands a heavy punch to Wright’s face. The shot devastates him and causes him to lose grip of the rope and Monroe pulls backwards, German suplexing Wright off the ring apron and releasing him half-way through, causing him to go sailing through the time keeper’s table!
Fans unite with their approval of the move as Spade now leaves the ring to check on Wright and Monroe both. Monroe writhes on the concrete, holding his back after the drop. Wright looks to be out cold. Inside the ring, Timmons ascends the turnbuckle and meets Blaze. He slings a single arm over his shoulder and looks to pull Blaze off the top rope with a superplex.
Jarred Daniels: “SUPERPLEX! BOTH MEN HIT AND ARE OUT!”
William Masters: “Holy crap. Both of these teams are putting it all out on the line against one another. Check it out. Timmons and Blaze have something to prove here. Timmons may have won last week for his team, but he is looking to prove that it was not a fluke. Blaze needs this win. He needs to not be put down a second week in a row by Timmons and company.”
Jarred Daniels: “Look at them. Both are so weak, so feeble. They’re throwing punches at each other – but nothing is doing any damage.”
Exhaustion cripples both Blaze and Timmons. Fans rise from their seats, knowing that the end has to be coming soon. When fists stop flailing, both men simply stop and engage in a stare down. Unholy fire burns between the two and all suspect that Hell is about to break loose. After a few moments of rest, life seems to surge through them both and the fisticuffs begin again!
William Masters: “Timmons with an Irish whip and—reversal by Blaze—hurricanrana attempt and—YES! YES! Timmons counters with—wait—what is he doing?”
Jarred Daniels: “That’s the Stryker Driver! Timmons with the Stryker Driver on Krimzon Blaze and oh God! Monroe is still down on the outside. Wright is nowhere to be seen. We’ve now got medics coming down to check on these two and Timmons has the cover!”
ONE!
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TWO!
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Jarred Daniels: “KRIMZON BLAZE FORCES A SHOULDER UP! TIMMONS IS IN DISBELIEF!”
William Masters: “Timmons was trying to send Cage Stryker a message, but didn’t capitalize completely on that attempt. Krimzon Blaze’s taken a lot of damage. He’s wearing that crimson mask right now and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was wrestling in black and white. He’s lost so much blood and taken so many shots to the head.”
Jarred Daniels: “Well, medics are checking on Mike Monroe, but look at him. He’s pushing them off. He’s getting back into the ring. Timmons is oblivious!”
William Masters: “TURN AROUND TIMMONS!”
Timmons does turn around, but it is at Monroe’s hand. A surprised Timmons is man-handled and Monroe executes the Dead End Driver! A pin attempt is forsaken as both Blaze and Monroe seem to come to some non-verbal agreement and Timmons is drawn up from the canvas.
One, single yet very forceful boot is driven into Timmons gut. Monroe promptly applies a standing head-scissors and Krimzon takes position. Fans are confused as to what they are seeing; however, something very spectacular is promised! Timmons is drawn up for a powerbomb, yet Blaze executes a Sliced Bread #2!
Jarred Daniels: “I’m being told that they call that move Bury the Hatchet—and they are doing just that! They’re burying the hatchet!”
Timmons is brought down hard and Blaze hooks the leg:
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
William Masters: “What an important win for the Tru Family Crew!”
Jarred Daniels: “Indeed!”
Suddenly a face of a man comes on the Combat Tron. It becomes appear that the face is actually none other than…
BRIAN DAMAGE.
The fans cheer for the President as Mike and Krimzon now stand inside the ring watching the Combat tron. Brian appears to be sitting inside a limousine, with a camera crew sitting down opposite him. Tim and Rob meanwhile walk backstage both looking upset and angry at each other. Suddenly the fans go silent as Brian begins to speak.
‘You guys got a great win there, congratulations. And luckily for you two, this reward that you were promised, well it is not on behalf of the General Manager, Jesse Montana. No guys, your lucky because this reward comes directly from me, the CZW president. I’m not like that weasel Montana, so I am not going to have you beat down or screwed. I’m going to reward you with one hell of a prestigious reward.’
Brian stops for a moment before continuing, Mike and Blaze looking anxious.
‘I am sure you two guys remember this time last year, we were two weeks away from the biggest event in the Summer, Summer Showdown. You two fought in what can only be described as the greatest match ever to be shown on CZW, our very own Ultimate X Chamber match. Krimzon you won that day, and became X Division Champ. Well we all know the entrants to that match are decided in our upcoming polls. But you two, well lets just say…
YOUR IN!
That is right, you two have been automatically qualified into CZW’s second ever…ULTIMATE X CHAMBER MATCH AT SUMMER SHOWDOWN!
Good luck guys.’
Brian Damage smiles leaving a mass hysteria inside the ring. Krimzon and Monroe both look excited as they embrace each other, and then look around, the entire arena on their feet. Brian’s limo drives off as the cameras fade, leaving the two XTC guys pleased.
Daniels: What a decision that has just been made, and these guys are certain to rock Showdown inside that match. I cannot wait. As for now, we’ll be right back folks.
*****-----*****
FIRST BLOOD MATCH *****-----*****
TOWERS: "This next scheduled bout will be a FIRST BLOOD match!"
The crowd cheer
TOWERS: "Introducing first... being led to the ring by Allescha McVay and hailing from Brooklyn, New York... He is the self-proclaimed 'F'N Boss'... TJ HIX!!"
"Fatlip" by Sum 41 begins to play over the PA, as the crowd boos. Out comes the beautiful Allescha, followed by TJ. They revel in the boos. They smirk to each other and slyly walk down to the ring, oozing with confidence. TJ wears a pair of camoflauge pants and a old style 'Brooklyn Dodgers' jersey along with his trademark shades. Allescha is wearing a scantily teacher-like outfit. They enter the ring and mockingly pose in the center of it.
MASTERS: "TJ with all the confidence in the world. Go get him, Boss!"
TOWERS: "And his opponent... hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds... He is 'Rated E For Everyone'... EDDIE ROWAN!!"
"Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa begins to play, as the crowd erupt with cheers. Out walks Eddie, who is wearing an eye patch due to the penny attack last week. He has on black tights with the letter 'E' on each hip, and no shirt. He doesn't stop to pose for the crowd, as he immediately walks down to the ring with a purpose. He slides in, and goes right after TJ as McVay runs out of the ring for cover.
DANIELS: "Eddie wasting little time with this one, TJ has haunted him for a bit and now he wants his revenge!"
Eddie and TJ exchange a rapid flurry of rights and lefts, with Eddie eventually taking control. He kicks TJ in the gut and throws him to the ropes.
DANIELS: "And Eddie with the big back body drop! The crowd is loving it."
MASTERS: "The crowd's gonna love it when TJ whoops ol' Eddie, he's only got one eye for Christ's sake!"
DANIELS: "Maybe so, but he's got more than enough grit to pass around!"
Eddie picks up TJ and flings him to the corner. He gets up on the second turnbuckle and begins delivering blows to the forehead.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Eddie hops down, spins around, and dropkicks TJ hard in the chest! TJ takes a few steps forward and flops down to the mat face first. Eddie turns him over, and drops a big legdrop.
MASTERS: "TJ's got him right where he wants him!"
DANIELS: "Your logic baffles me as always, William. Now remember, no pin falls or submissions in this one. The first to bleed is the first to lose!"
MASTERS: "There's only one loser, Jarred.. and it's you!"
Eddie picks up TJ again, with the crowd firmly behind him. He tosses him to the ropes. Leapfrog! On the return... but TJ ducks the clothesline. The rebound... and TJ nails a stiff lariat of his own, almost flipping Eddie inside out!
MASTERS: "That's mah boy!"
DANIELS: "TJ just leveled Eddie with that devestating move, and now he's kicking at his head.. focusing on the hurt eye Eddie has, from that vicious attack last week in Vancouver! What kind of person would throw a handful of pennies directly into someone's face in the dark? That's disturbing!"
MASTERS: "I love it!"
TJ picks up Eddie and smirks to the crowd. He nails a European uppercut. He kicks Eddie in the gut and turns him around... Reverse DDT!
MASTERS: "TJ in complete control now!"
the CROWD: "TJ SUCKS! TJ SUCKS! TJ SUCKS!"
DANIELS: "The crowd is letting TJ know exactly what they think of him."
MASTERS: "The crowd doesn't know jack!"
TJ picks up Eddie and tries to take his eyepatch off, but Eddie resists with all his might. TJ gives up, and kicks Eddie in the gut. He grabs him by the throat... Choke Slam!
DANIELS: "Powerful move by Hix here, and look, he's on his way to the corner... he's removing the top turnbuckle's pad!"
MASTERS: "Nothing breaks skin better than solid steel, Jarred! I bloody love it!"
DANIELS: "I was wondering when I was gonna hear that word."
TJ removes the top turnbuckle's pad, and has a sick smile on his face as the crowd is jeering him loudly. He turns around and walks back towards Eddie. He lifts his arms up to grab him, but Eddie surprises him with a shot to the gut. Another. Eddie is up on his feet now, and kicks TJ in the gut... TJ doubles over and Eddie bounces off the nearest ropes... swinging neckbreaker! The crowd is cheering Eddie's name.
the CROWD: "EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE!"
MASTERS (to the crowd): "Shut up you bloody blokes!"
Eddie picks up TJ and irish whips him to the exposed corner... but TJ stops in his tracks just as he was about to slam chest first into the steel. He has a look of relief on his face as he turns around... only to be greeted with a dropkick by Eddie, slamming his back into the corner. Eddie drags him out of the corner and positions him...
* THUD *
DANIELS: "Sit out powerbomb!"
MASTERS: "How can he do these moves, he's only got one eye!"
Eddie picks up TJ's head, leaving him on his knees. He pummels him with a series of left fists to the forehead, trying to bring the blood. TJ's forehead is beat red now, but luckily for him he is not bleeding yet.
DANIELS: "Eddie's home state is so behind him it's almost ridiculous!"
MASTERS: "Oh, that's right... he's FROM this wretched hell hole!"
Eddie picks up TJ and throws him to the ropes... perfectly executed release hurricanrana! TJ's legs bounce onto the ropes as he falls on his back. Eddie is fired up, and gets the crowd behind him. He picks up TJ.. but TJ surprises him with a thumb to the eye!
MASTERS: "Brilliant plan!"
DANIELS: "That was cheap and you know it."
TJ grabs Eddie and hits a snap DDT on him with a sickening thud. He lays on the mat a bit as well, gathering his energy. He slowly gets up and lays a few stomps onto Eddie's chest and face, focusing on the eye patch. Eddie does his best to defend himself, keeping the patch from being kicked off. TJ picks him up by the hair and nails a vicious chop to his chest.
DANIELS: "Shades of... well just about anybody there, William. TJ now has Eddie in a headlock, trying to wear the Spokane native down."
MASTERS: "He's softening him up for the big blood bath he's gonna give him at the end of this match, just watch."
TJ executes a snap headlock takedown, holding on the move as Eddie slams on his upper back. He smiles as he squeezes, confident he's got complete control of the match now. Eddie is near a lower rope, however, and gets his foot on it and the ref calls for the move to be broken. TJ lets go and stands up, nailing a few more stomps onto Eddie's body. He picks him up and positions him.
MASTERS: "He's going for it! He's gonna nail him with the Seek New Employment! It's the pink slip for you, Eddie!"
DANIELS: "That dreaded Tiger Bite maneuver, more popularly known as a Dominator. If he hits it, Eddie could be doomed!"
TJ tries to lift him up, but Eddie elbows him in the lower back a few times, and TJ has to drop the hold. TJ goes for a strong lariat, but Eddie ducks. Eddie nails a huge chop when TJ turns around.
the CROWD: "WOOOO!!"
MASTERS: "No, what the bloody hell!"
Eddie kicks TJ in the gut and irish whips him into the exposed turnbuckle. TJ hits head first! TJ begins to bleed from his forehead, and as he turns around, the referee sees the blood and calls for the bell!
DANIELS: "Eddie wins it! He does it for the home crowd!"
MASTERS: "Unfair, TJ had him right where he wanted him!"
Daniels: “This place is going nuts! Eddie Rowan has definitely made good on his promise this week!”
Masters: “What was that!? I can’t bloody hear you over all of this screaming!”
Daniels: “Eddie isn’t quite done yet! Hix comes to his senses and Eddie whirls him around and kicks him in the gut! Rowan now butterflying the arms…EVENFLOW!! The NEW Evenflow!!”
Masters: “This is uncalled for!!”
Daniels: “UNCALLED FOR!?”
“Slip Slide Melting” plays as Eddie celebrates in front of his hometown crowd, standing on the middle turnbuckle and gesturing out to a section of the audience that contains his friends and family. He drinks in the reaction before applauding the crowd themselves and thanking them, and then calls for a mic, which is promptly brought to him. He takes center-stage in the ring, the music dying out but a deafening ‘Eddie’ chant breaking out. With a huge grin, he raises a hand, the crowd slowly quieting some, allowing him to speak.
Eddie: “That…is me getting even!”
The fans once again erupt into cheers, a loud ‘Bouche’ chant even breaking out, causing him to smile even more. He once again waves his hand, quieting the crowd. Eddie pauses a long moment, a look of seriousness slowly creeping over his features.
Eddie: “As great as it felt to stomp some of the smugness out of Bruce, here, there is something else I’d like to address. And that something is most definitely NOT fun. You see, Hix has been coming out for weeks in a devil mask and, like a well-dressed ninja from the lower planes, has left me laid out cold. Well, last week, it happened AGAIN, only this time…this time it wasn’t Bruce. It was someone else. And I KNOW who it is…”
The crowd starts to murmur to themselves, some jeering aloud, the mood starting to shift dramatically.
Eddie: “I know, but I didn’t want to be the one to tell you all. I want to give this person the chance to come out and tell us all that he was the one who knocked me senseless, cost me and Ace our collective payback, AND almost BLINDED my eye! I wanted to let this man come out on his own, because I KNOW he will. And because I know he WANTS to! So, ladies and gentlemen, let’s give him a big round of applause, if you please!”
Eddie gestures to the ramp way, the Spokane crowd quieting in anticipation, mumbling amongst themselves as the tension builds.
Daniels: “Eddie now calling out the man who attacked him last week. No response just yet…”
Masters: “Fess up, Daniels, I know it was you!”
Daniels: “Oh, shut it-“
A quick pyro fires off, sounding like a gunshot, and the crowd’s collective gasp can be heard over the music as “Streetcleaner” by Godflesh cranks out.
Daniels: “WHAT!?!? NO!!”
Masters: “AaaaaaaaaHAHAHAHA!!”
Daniels: “ALAN FISCUS!!”
The music is instantly nearly drowned out as the crowd lets loose with jeers and curses. ‘The Sadistic Solution’ himself steps out onto the stage, his briefcase in hand. He glares out at the crowd before a wicked grin crosses his face, and he slowly and deliberately makes his way down to the ring, Eddie staring right back at him. Alan is struck in the shoulder by a flying cup, but he pays no mind, walking up the ring-steps and stepping through the ropes, he and Eddie standing face to face as the music fades.
Daniels: “I…I’m speechless at this point...”
Masters: “We should only BE so lucky, Daniels!”
Fiscus and Rowan stare down for a long moment, the fans beginning to once again chant Eddie’s name as the stare down persists. Slowly, Eddie raises the mic.
Eddie: “You know, Alan…I could go into a big long speech about how you pulled a Covey. I could do what you did, pull a Havok and crawl into a dark corner and cry, asking ‘why…why…why…’ I could give you the chance to explain your actions, to appease everyone’s curiosity. But, you know what? I don’t feel like it. Instead, I’ll do the one thing you can respect…”
Dropping the mic, Eddie swings his other hand, catching Fiscus in the jaw and rocking him back. The fans go absolutely ballistic as Eddie follows through with even more strikes, pinning Alan into the corner.
Daniels: “This place has just come UNGLUED here tonight! Eddie has Fiscus backed into the corner and he’s just UNLOADING on him!! Fiscus gets a knee to the gut and now he’s firing back with a right hand to the head, right to that injured eye!! Eddie is down and Alan rushes in and kicks him straight in the ribs!!”
Masters: “You’d better close your eyes for this one, Daniels, you and everyone else in the building!”
Daniels: “Fiscus has the briefcase!! He rushes at Eddie and swings!! EDDIE DUCKS!! SPINNING HEEL KICK!! Fiscus goes up and over the ropes and to the outside!! Alan is back up quickly but Eddie launches over the ropes, crashing onto him!! They’re slugging it out right here on the floor!! We’ve got security rushing the ring now, trying to peel them apart!! This is ANARCHY!!”
After several unsuccessful attempts to keep the men separated, the security force finally distances them, dragging Fiscus up the ramp. Eddie rolls back into the ring, stepping up onto the middle rope as he and Fiscus scream curses at each other. “Slip Slide Melting” blares out once again and the fans cheer loudly. Alan and Eddie stare down one final time, a sinister grin crossing Alan’s face as he grabs his case from the security guard, turning and heading to the back. In the ring, Eddie Rowan looks on with a wicked grin of his own.
SINGLES MATCH (Non-title) *****-----***** Daniels: I cannot believe what we just witnessed, two former friends Alan Fiscus and Eddie Rowan imploding, as they beat the hell out of each other. Masters: I saw it coming, Jarred. Daniels: that could make for a very interesting week next week, as for right now, we have our next match for you all. Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, our following contest is scheduled for one fall. ‘Path’ by Apocalyptica begins to play throughout the arena, as the lights turn to darkness. The fans now begin to cheer, and actually chant for Karl Jackson. Daniels: We have not seen a reaction like this for the Jackal for quite some time, just goes to show, how popular being against Jesse Montana can make you, he is just THAT hated. Masters: not by everyone Jarred, only the jealous few. Karl is apart of that jealousy as are you, Jarred. Daniels: Karl happens to dislike Montana for you know, the tiny reason that Montana…TRIED TO KILL HIM! Masters: he did nothing of the sort, and I wish you would stop with your prosperous claims. Karl suddenly appears on the top of the stage, a towel over his head, but through the dark shadow we see his icy piercing blue eyes staring with fury. Towers: On his way to the ring, at a weight of ??? Karl throws off his towels as he begins to exercise his neck. Karl then grimaces an evil frown as he begins to stride towards the ring down the ramp. As he steps inside the ring he takes off his black Jackal shirt, with red blood droplets as a pattern. Karl now raises both arms as fireworks blast off, before pacing up and down like a caged animal. Masters: This man need to be sedated, last week he ran out here like a rabid bull or something, and now I feel bad for our great Intercontinental Champion, not to mention our magnificent General Manager. Daniels: Well our ‘Magnificent’ General Manager deserves everything he gets coming to him. And as for Justin Marsham, I expect this contest to be a great battle of wits and technical skills. Masters: Are you kidding, this crazed animal probably can’t even remember the basics the state he is in… Daniels: Karl may be not all there right now in the head, and who can blame him, his best friend and mentor tried to take him out, he has been in hospital for most of the past couple of months, but the Jackal has always been one of the most blessed technical superstars to ever grace the ring. Masters: And both these men are great Intercontinental Champions, this is Karl’s first match back and if he wants to invoke fear into a man like Montana, he is going to have to defeat Marsham here. Daniels: And Marsham of course with possibly the best record here in CZW, with Karl right up there, both these men have won about 80% of there matches. Masters: Since when have you been able to do sums?! As Karl stands fiercely in the ring, the lights return to light as ??? Begins to play. Marsham is quick to walk out onto the top of the ramp, as fireworks blast off on the staging area. Towers: And his opponent, weighing in at ??? Marsham wears his shiny IC Title around his waist, and black trunks. Justin raises his arms, a smug look on his face as he rubs his Championship Title, getting slightly into the head of the Jackal. He then strolls down the ring as he points towards Jackal, and then signifies a car action, motioning a steering wheel towards him. Karl tries to step out the ring to attack him but the referee holds him back. Marsham now orders Karl to step back as he enters the ring eloquently. Marsham takes off his Title as he holds it up in Karl’s face, then kisses it before passing it towards the referee, a huge grin on Justin Marsham’s face. Daniels: Does this guy have a death wish, being cocky is only going to enrage this east even more. Masters: Well people say Karl is the most dangerous man in CZW, I say he is possibly the most stupid star in CZW, and against a man with the intelligence of Marsham, the way he gets into the mentality of Karl, and the way he holds himself, Marsham is a great superstar. Daniels: I can’t argue with that his record speaks for itself, I just wonder if he can beat a former IC Champ here, on Jackal’s debut match back since his attack. Masters: Can we just get over his attack, I am sick of talking about it. Daniels: You would be, now you know Montana was responsible for it. The referee signals for the bell to be rang, as the fans sit forward, greatly anticipating a close contest. Daniels: it will be tough to pick a winner here in this one, lets get down to the action. *DING DING* - Karl Jackson makes the first move which unsettles the Champion slightly, Karl now viciously throwing Marsham to the mat with a Sambo suplex, and now scurrying around him looking for an opening. Justin manages to defend himself nicely as he gets back to his feet, however Karl now takes him down with a quick headlock takedown. Karl releases immediately as Marsham now gets back up again. Karl locks up but this time it’s Justin who gets the advantage, as he skips around Karl and clubbers him on the back of the neck. Daniels: Oh yeah so technical Marsham was, just clobbering Karl on the back of the neck. Masters: hey no one said this was a pure wrestling match. Marsham would beat Karl in that sort of environment, he doesn’t need to prove a thing, and therefore is fighting whichever way he chooses. Daniels: And so far, it doesn’t seem Karl has any ring rust as he seems to be hitting every move with an extra amount of authority, the impact probably because he feels so intense right now. Marsham quickly slaps the back of Karl’s head as he back off, the referee talking to him as Marsham grins heavily. Karl runs at him like a pit bull, however Marsham cleverly throws the referee in front of himself as Karl spears the ref down to the ground. Masters: I knew it, I knew this man was insane an now he has even started to attack our staff. Daniels: Nonsense it was Justin who threw the ref in front of Karl, cowardice tactics in my opinion. Masters: Well no one gives a damn about your bloody biased opinion, Jarred. Daniels: And it looks like we have no referee here right now, which isn’t stopping Karl from attacking Marsham, now throwing furious rights and lefts at him. WAIT A MINUTE…JESSE MONTANA…AND HIS CRONIES…WHAT ARE THEY DOING DOWN HERE?! Masters: There just wanting to get a better view of this contest, nothing illegal. Daniels: Well I can’t see that. Montana is out here for one reason and Karl is stuck in a bad spot right here. Thus match has only just begun, however it seems as though Montana is going to ruin it. Masters: How dare you Jarred, Montana wants to see it up close just like these people can. Karl now sees Montana as he steps off Marsham, who rolls out of the ring to recover. Karl now signals for Montana to get into the ring, but Jesse has no such thing in mind. As he stands looking confident, in between Covey and Hix, Hix with a bandage over his head, the fans booing heavily towards the group. Karl now is begging for Montana to come down to the ring… Daniels: Go on then Montana, get in the ring, don’t be a coward all your life. Masters: why should he step inside that ring with a man who is mentally dangerous. Daniels: So why is he out here then…WAIT…OH MY…WHAT IS JUSTIN DOING?! *CRASH* Marsham is suddenly seen hitting Karl in the back with a steel chair, the fans booing furiously as Karl flops down to the ground. Justin now hits Karl in the limbs several times with the butt of the chair, Karl now screaming in pain. Jackson manages to clamber back up though, passion in his face as he still tries to fight back, however Justin now drops the chair on the ground, then kicks Karl in the gut… ASSASSINATION DDT ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The referee is now moving as Marsham cockily gets the cover, Karl clearly our cold. 1 - - - 2 - - - 3!!! Daniels: What a sickening attack by Marsham, and I ask why. Masters: It won him the match didn’t it, CZW has no rules baby. Daniels: I have a bad feeling about this. Marsham is celebrating his victory, but Montana and the crew seem to be still wanting to get inside the ring with Karl. Masters: Jackal may have stepped into a trap here. Montana enters the ring as he orders Covey and Hix to attack Karl. Covey picks Karl up and throws his lifeless body into the corner as he follows up with a beat down, now pummeling Karl with rights and lefts and kicks. Hix grabs Karl now as he throws him shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle. Covey now grabs him and hit’s the BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! Hix is not done as he places the steel chair on Karl’s face. Covey holds it in place as Hix now mounts the turnbuckle… Daniels: My god that is enough, don’t do this. Masters: And Marsham still seems to be inside the ring. Daniels: NO HIX DIVES OFF…MY GOD JACKAL’S FACE HAS JUST BEEN CRUSHED! The fans boo as they look on at the sickening attack, Karl now with blood pouring from his nose and mouth. Slowly Montana starts to walk towards Justin Marsham who looks worried. Daniels: If I was Justin, I would leave now and let Montana get on with things, these guys are sick and twisted. Masters: AND THEY ARE WITH MARSHAM…OH MY GOD YOU NEVER SAW IT COMING…MONTANA AND MARSHAM ARE SHAKING HANDS! Marsham now shakes Hix and Covey’s hand as he then picks up Jackal once more. Marsham then throws Jackal at the ropes as he bounces back, as Marsham HITS HIM WITH THE IC TITLE BELT! OH AND MONTANA NOW WITH THE MONTANA EXPRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: Wow, Karl has just been literally destroyed here tonight. And Marsham, what a smart man he is. Daniels: These fans have got it right, he is just a damn sell out. And these guys should be ashamed of themselves. Masters: Rubbish Jarred. Karl now is in a living hell, and he should just put his tail between his legs and walk out of CZW, before Montana does much worse. Karl may go to hospital tonight and think clearly, I hope he makes the right decision. Daniels: Jackal will not let Montana break him, he may have the win tonight, him and his devious partners, Hix, Covey and now MARSHAM. But Jackal will be back and no matter what Montana does, he must face Karl at Summer Showdown. Masters: Not if Montana kills him beforehand. And Marsham now just getting the blessing from Towers, what a great decision by him, and what a group. We have Allescha, we have Solomon, we have Hix, we have Covey, we have Montana and now we have Marsham, the IC Champion. Daniels: And as these guys allow the EMT’s to take Jackson to the back, this evil team stands tall. Montana and Covey are of course in action next, we’ll be right back folks. *****-----***** MAIN EVENT
TAG-TEAM MATCH *****-----*****
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” plays, and Jesse Montana and Matt Covey already stand at ringside after the attack previously, all men being greeted with jeers. Undaunted, ‘Bad Ass’ and ‘the Sensation’ are accompanied still by Marsham and Hix, Jesse wearing a look of superiority and Covey looking as violently angry as always.
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey and ‘the Sensation,’ JESSE…MONTANA!!”
Montana and Covey enter the ring, awaiting their opponents. “Writing’s on the Wall” suddenly plays, and the fans in attendance leap to their feet as the Five Star Gamblers make their way out onto the ramp.
Towers: “And their opponents, El Pablo and Ace King…THE FIVE…STAR…GAMBLERS!!”
Ace and Pablo head down to the ring, interacting with their fans on the way. They enter the ring where a pyro flares off, the fans cheering even louder than before. The teams get situated and Ace King looks to be starting off against Jesse Montana. They circle eachother as the bell rings, but suddenly…the lights go out!!
Daniels: “Not again!!”
Masters: “AGAIN with the lights!?”
The lights turn back on instantly, and another figure has joined the competitors in the ring!
Daniels: “FISCUS!!”
Alan Fiscus has appeared in the ring, and he wastes no time making his presence felt. The world champ turns to the new adversary, but he doesn’t react fast enough. Alan punches Ace straight in the face with a fist-full of pennies!! El Pablo quickly enters and flies at Alan with a lariat, but Fiscus ducks, and Pablo takes out Montana instead!! Pablo is up quickly and tries to go back for Alan, but Jesse gets up, visibly angry and spins Pablo around leveling him with a big right-hand! Pablo quickly back to his feet as well and now he and Montana begin trading shots! Slowly, Matt Covey enters the ring and he and Fiscus stare down. The crowd is going ballistic at this point, wanting to see blood spilled and not particularly caring whose blood it is! Alan swings first, but Covey blocks, retaliating with stiff shots to Alan’s face. A loud cheer starts to build as there is movement from the crowd! Eddie Rowan is back out again as well, hopping the barricade and sliding into the ring not before taking down Hix as he spears hi into the steel steps. Eddie then dives onto both Covey AND Fiscus! All three of them begin to slug it out between them!
Marsham and El Pablo brawl amongst themselves, trading punches and slowly making their way towards the backstage area. Montana has managed to escape without much of a beat down, Hix now crawling up the ramp out of dodge. In the ring, a helpless Darren Powers has no option but to call for the bell, ending the match in a NO CONTEST!!
Back in the ring, Fiscus, Rowan, and Covey continue to assault each other, the group suddenly falling to the mat as ACE KING leaps into the fray! Referees hit the ring as all four men battle each other indiscriminately, trading shots, not giving an inch to the others. The bodies of the officials go flying as they try to disrupt the melee, and we have to cut to a break as they continue to try and disperse the riot in the ring!
Masters: These two should not ruin our bloody main event like this, and certainly should not attack Montana and his group, who do they think they are?!
Daniels: Well we have Fiscus and Rowan going at it, we have both these men wanting Covey’s blood, we have Marsham and Pablo looking bitter towards each other, fighting into the backstage area. We have the World Champion joining in, and we have Montana and Hix escaping out of dodge.
Masters: Montana has proved his superiority creating a group such as Covey, Hix, Marsham and himself, that is a powerful force that will take over CZW, mark my words.
Daniels: And I don’t think these guys care what words you say, especially not Fiscus and Rowan who are at each others throats. And the World Champion, who will he fight at Summer Showdown. The polls are s close now, as is the biggest event of the Summer…as for tonight, we need to close this but who knows when this riot will be stopped.
Masters: I guess we will show you the aftermath next week on Overdrive.
Daniels: We only have one left before the Showdown of the Summer, I can’t wait, but for now, goodbye folks from me Jarred Daniels and my partner, William Masters, join us next week.
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