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The camera opens into an office, Michael Farley is visible on one side of the large oak desk, in his leather recliner. On the other, with his back to us, is a well dressed gentleman who looks, by the colour of his naturally dark hair, to be considerably younger than Farley. Michael is the first to speak Farley: Okay, I’ve read over your proposal, with a team of lawyers I might add, and it all seems kosher Man: Of course, I have no desire to rip you off, but when this opportunity came my way it was too good to pass up Farley: Well I’m glad you have so much faith in the product Man: I do, in such a short time you have brought it to such a level that I was able to get the show optioned ridiculously easy, of course, I do have the right contacts. Farley: Of course, well, I have to say, the price is right, and you ARE offering me a job on your new commentary team…. Farley looks down at the paper in front of him and signs his name. He looks up, and reaches a hand over the desk for the man to take Farley:…. So Faz, I think you just bought yourself a show, welcome to Unleashed. Faz: Ha, thanks…. Now get out of my seat…. Just joking, that’s great man. You okay with your position? Farley: Are you joking? Commentating is what I do, it’s what I love, and to go back at it will be great, who’s my partner? Faz: I was thinking of seeing how Tom White panned out Farley: HA! Well, he’s a good man, but is a little sensitive when it comes to violence, but I think I can cure him of that. Faz: Good, well Mr. Farley, it was a pleasure doing business with you ========================================== The scene opens with Tom back in the Squared Circle bar from last week, he as a wound dressing over his eye. The crowd are screaming the house down after watching the meeting of a few seconds beforeTom: Sensitive indeed! But you heard right folks, I’ll be at the desk after No Remorse II, by the looks of it the deal went through, and we will be live, on television within the next few weeks. Great news, the matches will be bigger, the action better, and the commentators? PHENOMENAL Onto tonight however, and we have AMAZING matches lined up for you. But first, a quick recap of the events of last week, it has been confirmed that as a result of the horrific attacks on the previous Unleashed, Psycho Steve has now been sidelined for the foreseeable future, and Mark and Jason Black are no longer eligible for competition, on another note we have new tag team champions in the form of Idolized, that’s right, Exitium, Akumas and Mortius, have now been handed their marching orders after a surprisingly short match, surprisingly that is, until now, that’s right, Unleashed has procured some unreleased footage of what happened just before the match while the cameras weren’t rolling, so here, exclusive, is what took place ===================================
Overdrive 4/12/09 =================================== The camera comes into view as Mortius goes flying backwards. His head snapping with the impact of a fist between the eyes. Akumas is shown in the background laying on the floor with his face a bloody mess. A ball bat with barbwire off to his side. Two figures totally dressed in black from literally the top of their heads to the bottoms of their boots stand over each. One over Mortius lifts his other arm with a hard downward slam, a 2x4 hits partially on the floor and across the knee. Screaming out in pain, the other figure straddles the chest of Akumas and begins raining down lefts and rights, his fists covered with leather gloves glinting with the metal studs. The silver hidden by the red of blood. Mortius, trying to slide away, to get a breath, is cut off by a third figure in solid black. A solid boot to the ribs causes him to roll over on his side and hold his side. The first boot is followed by another while the other figure in black returns holding a cinder block. Akumas was laying still, coughing up blood from the blows to his side from steel toed boots, his arm out to his side. Raising the cinder block over his head, the black cloaked figure slams it down on Kumis’s hand. The scream of pain told the story. Broken bones. Mortius, meanwhile, had moved to the side of the floor, leaning against the wall. His body bruised and battered. Still trying to fight back, he was throwing rights and lefts trying to keep the attackers away. It failed as a kendo stick wrapped in barbwire slammed into his chest. Doubling up in pain, he was hit again and again, his shirt ripped and torn open and the smears of blood showing easily. Akumas was not faring so well. His smashed hand held to his chest, he rolled over to protect it as he was battered with boots, kendo sticks and fists. Mortius was pinned to the corner of the floor against the wall. One figure grabbing his leg and pinning it down. Taking a can of lighter fluid, he sprayed it all over his leg. Mortius, kicked and tried to get loose, it was in vain. The lighter his leg and it went up in a whoosh of flame. Rolling around and trying to put the flames out, he was left alone for a moment. Akumas was pulled to the middle of the floor and a figure stood over him, raising a kendo stick, he was hit across the head. His face a bloody mess, the cut that opened cause blood to start pooling around his head. Mortius had put out most of the flames when he was hit again. Using a metal rod, he screamed as his knee was blasted. Grabbing his leg, he rolled in pain. The figures stood over them as they both lay in pain and blood. Finally a fourth figure limped up to the scene. His knee obviously in a brace. Holding a sledge hammer, he nodded as he first walked to Akumas and raised the hammer, slamming it down on his ankle. Screaming in pain, Akumas seemed to pass out. Mortius, sliding back and trying to get distance, was blocked. One figure leaned down close to his ear and whispered. Mortius’ eyes flew wide and then narrowed, he was pissed. Not seeing the hammer coming down on his other knee. Mortius screamed out in pain as the four looked around at the downed twosome. Throwing the hammer down, they turned and walked away, but not before one reached down and ripped the mask off Mortius and laughed. The two lay there for a bit as the medical staff finally arrived. =================================== Well, that explains A LOT, and who exactly were the two men? Why did they want to take out Exitium? Either way we have finally seen the end of the interfering Mortius and Akumas.Well folks, the time has come for the opening contest of this evening, one I know that we are all looking forward to A cheer goes up in the bar It is a triple threat match, featuring two new debutants, and one half of the ultraviolent Cut Throat Killers Blade. So lets go down to ringside and see what he makes or a Skitzo and a… ahem…. Asshole ===================================Skitzo vs Dirk Dagger vs Blade =================================== The three men are already in the ring, Skitzo, looking manic in his black and white clown paint looks over to Blade, as does Dirk, it seems that both men have an idea to take out the violent rising star. Perhaps to make a name for themselves here. Ding Ding Dirk runs straight towards Blade, who ducks the attack, only to run straight into an oncoming Skitzos fist. Both men approach the downed Blade and attack, Dirk with a flurry of stomps to the head, which Blade raises his arms to defend, leaving his body free to be set on by Skitzos foot. After a few seconds both men raise Blade up and sling him towards the ropes. On the rebound Blaze takes a leap for a cross body, but the two men combined catch him and perform a double forward slam. Skitzo raises to his feet and runs for the ropes, he comes back in with a huge legdrop to Blade and a cover 1 . . It’s broken up by Dirk, Skitzo raises and looks into the Assholes eyes…. WHAM! Both men go for a hook at the same time, now trading blows along the ring. Blade rolls to the outside out of sight as the two debutants continue to strike each other. Finally Skitzo blocks one, two and takes a step towards Dirk, flinging his head forward and connecting with a nasty headbutt dazing his opponent. He grabs the shaky Dirk and pulls him up into a picture perfect suplex. Then the evil clown goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps, landing another legdrop and going for the cover 1 . . . 2 . And a kickout sends the painted one into a fit of rage, he raises from the canvas, grabbing his opponent up by his hair and hit’s a clothesline, pulls him back up, clothesline again. Up once more and rolls Dirk onto his shoulders and runs forward… HATCHET DROP! And a cover 1 . . . 2 . . . NO! A chair is suddenly cracked straight over the back of Skitzos head, cradling the wound he looks up to see Blade, holding the chair and looking like a man possessed, he swings again, but Skitzo rolls out of the way, leaving Dirks sternum to take the force of the blow. Dirk drops the chair… to reveal that his hands are wrapped in barbed wire! He heads towards Skitzo, lunging out and missing. Skitzo heads to the outside as Blade, with a malevolent smile, turns his attentions back to the downed Dirk… he approaches him and starts laying lefts and rights into the Assholes face and after the Hatchet Drop Dirk is powerless to stop him, his face is now bleeding profusely, Blade seemingly satisfied, raises and kicks the chair to the center of the ring. He picks up Dirk an positions him in front to the chair before lifting him into a firemans carry, the fans, who have been waiting to see the debut of this move.. Stand on their feet… BONG HIT ON THE CHAIR! Blade goes for a cover, but is pulled off by the ankle and dragged outside by Skitzo, who levers in for a clothesline. Blade ducks and hit’s a solid DDT to the concrete outside. He steps up to the apron and makes to go inside, but stops and looks back at Skitzo on the outside. He raises to the turnbuckle as the fans roar in response…. points down at Skitzo…and releases with a huge shooting star press from the top to the clown below as the fans cheer, not Blade, but the high risk move. Blade is straight back up, though he seems to have landed hard on his knee, which he is grabbing. After moving it back and forth a little he seems satisfied and goes back into the ring, in time to see Dirk make an attempt to get to his feet, grabbing the ropes, Blade shakes his head, and loosens some barbed wire from around his fists pulling it taught as he approaches Dirk, who, in a last ditch effort swings wild… Blade ducks, and using the barbed wire locks in the Smoke Cut, after only a few seconds Dirk taps, and the ref calls for the bell. Razor however, keeps the move locked in and the wire starts cutting into Dirks neck. Skitzo runs into the ring, and, not to save Dirk, but more in anger at Blade, lunges forward and hits Blade with a leg lariat, forcing Blade to release the hold. Blade is quickly back to his feet and uses the barbed wire as an aid to clothesline Skitzo down, Blade runs to the ropes and flies off in a springboard leg drop, sealing the deal on Skitzo, who rolls around the ring grabbing his chest. One by Metallica hit’s a the view shifts back to Tom. =================================== Wow, what a debut from those two men, and it looks like Dirk and Skitzo are on a course to impress, but yet again, The Cut Throat Killers make their violent intentions clear, much to the detriment of the two new men.It’s time now to move things on, it’s time for our History of Violence match, and this week we’re going to take a look at an award winning match in CZW, it wasn’t too long ago, but it certainly was one of the most exciting and unexpected outcomes in CZW history, and it’s award as WTF moment of the year echoes that… that’s right, we’re going to take you back to Beginning of the End, when the now Intercontinental Champion Justin Marsham took on then Hardcore Champion Brian Kirkland to save his belt. ===================================
History of Violence match =================================== TOWERS: This following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Texas Death Match. Rules state that if Justin Marsham defeats Brian Kirkland here tonight, the Hardcore Title and entire Division is to be abolished from the CZW! DANIELS: Could we be witnessing an end of an era here tonight? We all know Kirkland has many devoted Hardcore followers behind him, but is Justin Marsham a strong enough entity to surpass all of them and break the entire division? He is impressive but this is a tough task. MASTERS: He is entering the very place Kirkland feels comfortable, look at the ring, we have barbwire, we have tacks, we may even have explosions, Hardcore still has one more show to give! DANIELS: One? MASTERS: Marsham is good, and Kirkland may have the support of the entire division, but he also has to carry that supreme pressure on his shoulders, Justin is free and out to place his name in lights, this is Justin’s night, let that be known. DANIELS: The passion we have seen in Kirkland this week, well it is simply moving, but maybe he is feeling the thing he loves slipping away, Marsham of course a part of the Players Club, if he wins here tonight, they would certainly be taken more seriously here in CZW. MASTERS: A group with starts like Marsham and Impaler, they should never be underestimated! ‘Last’ by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, causing a loud echo of boos to drift around the entire arena. TOWERS: On his way to the ring, hailing from Fort Wayne, Indiana and weighing in a 219 lbs…He is the Epitome of Technical Finesse…JUSTIN MARSHAM! Marsham walks down the isle, a smug smile on his face as the fans violently boo him, all of them chanting ‘hardcore’. Marsham looks at the ropes made of barbwire and shakes his head in disgust before entering, waiting for Kirkland to arrive. TOWERS: And now the CZW Hardcore Champion, he hails from Dallas, North Carolina and weighs in at 228 lbs…He is the Reaper…and defending the Hardcore Division…BRIAN KIRKLAND! Kirkland arrives to a huge welcome from the fans, still chanting for the legendary division in CZW! Brian holds the belt in the air, staring at Marsham, almost growling with anger as he walks down the isle. The fans reach out, Brian though unresponsive, looking at the ring, smiling with delight to see weapons galore. Brian gets in the ring as he holds the belt up once again, receiving huge cheers. *DING DING* The match begins as both men look around, observing the extreme surroundings. Kirkland looks nervously at the Hardcore Title as the referee hands it over to the timekeeper. Justin smirks, then makes a signal of the end as he scrolls his thumb along his throat. Both men immediately then lock up, Kirkland with a strong headlock, almost growling with anger. Justin throws him off as Kirkland runs towards the ropes, but obviously stopping dead before crashing into the barbwire ropes. The fans hiss as Kirkland is within inches, but walks back to the center of the ring. DANIELS: This match is like no other, a simple Irish whip is now a deadly attack, Kirkland escaping danger there. MASTERS: But for how long?!- Another lock up sees Justin take Kirkland down with an arm bar, Brian quickly back to his feet though as both men refuse to release each other. Kirkland uses his strength to back Marsham back into the ropes, quickly arriving at the barbwire, Justin however kicks Brian in the gut, which looked rather low, then hit’s a quick DDT out of no where. Justin gets up as he begins to patrol the ring, looking confident. Kirkland gets up slowly as Marsham crashing a forearm down on his neck, then lifts Brian up as he whips him to the corner, narrowly missing both sides of barbwire as he rests in the corner. Justin runs at Kirkland, hitting a clothesline, then goes for a bulldog out of the corner, however Brian grabs him and lifts him up for a side suplex, but instead…HE DROPS JUSTIN ON THE BARBWIRE!MASTERS: AH! DOWN ON HIS GROIN! I’M NOT SURE HIS ‘TECHNICAL FINESSE’ HAS JUST TOOK LOW BLOW! DANIELS: This man could be seriously hurt, as we can see, he lands on the outside, gashes down his thighs, Kirkland is licking his lips, and the fans love it. MASTERS: These fans want Hardcore…And that is exactly what their gonna get!- Marsham is rolling around on the outside as the fans begin to chant for Kirkland. As Justin tries to stand, clearly favoring his groin area, Brian begins to run towards the ropes… DANIELS: HE FLIES!MASTERS: I HOPE HE CLEARS THE ROPES!DANIELS: CANNONBALL SPLASH…REMARKABLE!- Both men lie down breathing heavily on the outside, the impact made the fans to jump off their seats and chant for Kirkland wildly. Brian is first up, trying to regain his breath, giving it his all, Marsham now rising but looks a bit confused. Brian rolls Marsham back into the ring as he is about to climb inside himself, however looks under the apron instead. MASTERS: Is Kirkland planning on making this match even more extreme?! DANIELS: This is the Hardcore Division in CZW William…It can get a while lot more extreme! MASTERS: OH MY…THUMBTACKS!- The fans cheer with more enthusiasm as Kirkland throws the bag inside, then enters back into the ring. Brian stomps down Marsham, then drops an elbow drop. Marsham now picks Marsham up as he locks him up, Marsham not being able to mount any defence, Kirkland hit’s a Sidewalk Slam, now covers…1----2---KICKOUT!- Kirkland gets back up as he now grabs the bag of tacks, once again receiving a loud screech from the hardcore fans. Brian empties each and every tack on the canvas as Marsham looks up, almost looking sickened. Kirkland throws the bag over the ropes and into the crowd as he gets pumped up. Marsham leaps off the ground trying to hit a clothesline but misses as he flies onto the barbwire, back first, Marsham letting out a loud scream. He bounces back as Kirkland grabs him…SIDE EFFECT INTO THE TACKS!MASTERS: MARSHAM MAY HAVE SECOND THOUGHTS ABOUT TRYING TO DESTROY THIS MAN’S LIVELIHOOD! DANIELS: Marsham is being taken to school here, could this be it?! MASTERS: HARDCORE STILL LIVES?!1----2-----KICKOUT!- Marsham kicks out, but the tacks and the barbwire has causes a pool of blood to from inside the ring. Kirkland at this points looks slightly worried as Marsham begins to stir. Kirkland stomps him down again, then begins to climb the turnbuckle, his legs shaking as he knows so much is at stake. Marsham though once again leaps up, now balancing on the second rope as Kirkland gets caught… DANIELS: WICKED DRIVER II OFF THE SECOND ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MASTERS: If that’s not hardcore, I don’t know what is, Kirkland landed on his head for goodness sake! DANIELS: He missed the tacks, but the damage that move can cause, and then delivered off the ropes, this match in my opinion should be over… Marsham begins to crawl towards Kirkland, having to strive through tacks that pin into his skin. Kirkland is motionless as Marsham gets the cover, the fans miserable…1-----2-----3! MASTERS: NO…KICKOUT…THIS GUY HAS MORE PASSION THAN EVERY HARDCORE SUPERSTAR PUT TOGETHER! DANIELS: Don’t you think he has the passion FROM all of those superstars, Kirkland knows he has their lives on his shoulders. MASTERS: Well I doubt Marsham cares abut that, and now he is in full control of this match bleeding or not, Kirkland could be near the end Marsham gets to his feet, checking over his body as blood shows up on his hands. Marsham growls an sick and twisted growl as he now picks up a hurt Brian Kirkland. Marsham hit’s a couple of knife edge chops which knocks Kirkland back into the barbwire ropes. Marsham now begins to grind Kirkland’s face along the ropes, screams and moans can be heard, but he cannot fight back. Marsham lets him go as we see Brian’s face now a crimson mess. Justin picks him up…Fireman’s carry, but dropping him over his knee in the end, Kirkland once again looking out of it.. MASTERS: I think he has hi here, pin him, take the title and the division…just do it already… DANIELS: Marsham has other things in mind, now dragging the lifeless body of Kirkland over towards the ropes, and I can only dream of what monstrosity this man is planning. MASTERS: To beat a man at his own game is to truly BEAT a man Marsham now rolls to the outside as he grabs Kirkland by the legs, now wrapping them around the bottom rope which is covered in barbwire. The fans hiss and cringe as the commentators even become silenced…Marsham now locks in a FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK AROUND THE BARBWIRE ROPE! Marsham is ripping his own leg, but seems to not care, Kirkland is screaming, desperately in a world of pain but no way out. Kirkland tries to lifts himself up, but cutting his hands on the barbwire, Marsham ripping and tearing. Kirkland bites his lips as the blood gushes down his face and legs. He reaches out to tap, tears in his eyes. DANIELS: WHAT IS THIS?! MASTERS: WHAT ARE THESE JABRONI’S DOING AT RINGSIDE?! DANIELS: It is an amazing sight, Mike King, Mike Monroe, Corey Jackson, Mountain Man, Chris Ross, Bryan McNally, Eddie Rowan, El Pablo, Ace King, even Alan Fiscus now standing on the ramp, clapping and cheering for Brian Kirkland! Justin Marsham lets go of the hold and turns to face a whole bunch of adversaries. Kirkland crawls away and tries to regain strength in his legs as Marsham begins to put his firsts up, actually wanting to take on a whole army of Hardcore Superstars. MASTERS: What do these guys care with the Hardcore Division?! DANIELS: They all respect the hardcore division, and Kirkland, maybe there not all his best friends, I mean we all know the differences between Kirkland and Fiscus, but these guys want Extreme to stay here in CZW! MASTERS: Go get them Marsham!- Kirkland now rolls out of the ring and begins to look under the apron again. The fans wait in silence as they wonder if Kirkland is okay, but then he pulls out some kind of weapon, looking like a small mine or explosive. DANIELS: VINTAGE TEXAS DEATHMATCH HERE! Kirkland dives into the ring, drops the weapon in the middle then baseball slides into the back of Marsham. Kirkland lifts him back into the ring as the superstars surround the ring, clapping the Reaper. Marsham gets up and goes for a huge right hand, swinging violently but Kirkland ducks…lifts Marsham up… DANIELS: MURDER 101 ********************BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********************** HOLY f**k…HOLY f**k…HOLY f**k… DANIELS: LIFT OFF! MASTERS: A DAMN EXPLOSIVE! Kirkland stands watching as Marsham lies down in a pool of blood, mild burns and tacks in his skin. Kirkland claps the other superstars as he points at the Hardcore Title, then smiles as he drops to his knees for the cover… DANIELS: HARDCORE IS HERE TO STAY! 1-----2-----3! MASTERS: I AM SHOCKED…AND MARSHAM IS BLOWN TO PIECES! DANIELS: HE WINS…KIRKLAND WINS…WHAT A DAY FOR HARDCORE WRESTLING! MASTERS: I have to admit, Kirkland is a true hero in CZW here tonight.- The superstars enter the ring as they lift Kirkland on their shoulders, shaking his hands as Fiscus hands him the CZW Hardcore Title. Marsham rolls out of the ring, hobbling off into the back. The fans are ecstatic. =================================== Tom: I don’t think that match is ever going to lose any of its magic, sadly for Brian Kirkland he was soon to lose that belt anyway as it was merged with the X championship a month and a half later. That doesn’t matter though, because what he gave us in that match was a lasting impression of passion for your divisionWell, our next match is set to take place, it pits K.C Kash against up and comer Prince Puteis. Only last week the Prince made short work of the impressive Kingpin Kris Ross, and that is a great notch in his belt. K.C Kash has a lot to prove, but will he manage it taking on an opponent hot off such a decisive victory? We’ll find out, right now ===================================Prince Puteis vs K.C Kash =================================== [The bell rings, and Puteis and Kash look around the arena. Both men, as if on cue, get the same idea, and lock up in the ring. Puteis gets the upper hand, pushing Kash back into the corner. The ref calls for Puteis to release Brad, but he gets a cheap chop into his chest, causing him to double over in pain. Puteis pulls him up, and chops him again. The fans react with a Wooooo! He grabs Kash's wrist, and whips him across the ring. Kash puts the breaks on in the middle of the ring, and reverses it, sending Puteis into the corner back first. He follows in with a clothesline. Kash unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts to the face of Puteis. He finally blocks one, and grabs Kash's head, and throws him into the corner instead. He then unleashes his rights and lefts, and finally turns around, and nails Kash in the face with a reverse elbow. Puteis then pulls him out of the corner by his hair, and to the center of the ring. He then locks in a side head lock, and drops to one knee, jarring Kash’s neck.] [Kash gets to his feet, and Puteis pushes him off, and into the ropes. Kash comes back, and Puteis stands tall, but he hits him with a shoulder block, sending him to the canvas. Kash runs at the ropes on the other side, and Puteis rolls over, allowing Kash to leap over him and into the ropes yet again. As he is coming back, Puteis hops up, catches Kash, and sends him over with a hip toss. Both men are up quickly, but Puteis hits Kash with a short arm lariat, sending him to the canvas. He goes for the first cover, One, Two, Th...NO! Kash kicks out.] [Puteis pulls Kash up by his chin, and pushes him into the ropes. He grabs Kash's wrist, and goes to whip him to the other side of the ring, but he reverses it, and sends Puteis into the ropes. Kash goes for a standing drop kick, but Puteis grabs the ropes, and Kash falls to the mat. Puteis runs over, grabs Kash's legs, and pulls them up. He then turns himself to where his back is facing a turnbuckle, and he falls backwards, pulling Kash up with him, and catapulting him into the turnbuckle. Kash staggers back, and Puteis grabs him by the shoulders, bringing him down hard to the mat. He then goes for the cover. One, Two, Thr... No! Kash kicks out as the refs hand was coming down for a 3.] [Puteis pulls Kash to his feet, and grabs his wrist. He goes to whip him, but Kash puts the brakes on, and pulls Puteis in. He quickly locks him arms under his shoulders, and lifts him up, and brings him back down for a Belly to Belly Suplex. Brad is up quickly, and begins stomping at the gut of Puteis. He reaches down, and pulls Puteis to his feet. Kash quickly pushes Puteis back to the corner hard, and follows in with a clothesline. Kash pulls him up, and goes to whip him to the other side, but Puteis reverses it, and sends Kash into the corner chest first. He staggers back, and Puteis hits him with a German suplex. Puteis goes for a cover, One, Two, Th...No! Kash gets a shoulder up.] [Puteis goes for another quick cover, One, Two, Kash kicks out this time. Puteis pulls him to his feet, and pushes him into the ropes. He grabs Kash's wrist, and goes to whip him to the other side, but he puts the brakes on, and sends Puteis flying. He then hits Puteis with a dropkick, and he falls to the mat. Kash runs to the corner and attempts a senton bomb. He hits it! He goes for the cover, One, Two, Th...No! Puteis gets a shoulder up.] [Kash gets up, and pulls Puteis to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, but Puteis holds onto the ropes. Kash goes for a clothesline, but Puteis drops down, pulling on the top rope, and he sends Kash flying over the ropes, and to the floor below. Puteis pulls himself up with the ropes, and sees Kash getting slowly to his feet. He runs at the ropes on the other side, and runs back toward him, but Kash sidesteps Puteis as he baseball slides out to the floor. Kash lays a right hand to the side of Puteis's face, and another, and then grabs him by his head. He slams Puteis's head into the ring, and then pulls him towards the steel steps. Kash goes to slam his head into the steps, but Puteis gets his hand on the steps, and stops him. Puteis grabs Kash’s head, and slams his head into the steps. As the ref counts, Puteis rolls into the ring to break the count and then rolls right back out.] [Puteis grabs Kash by his hair, and sets him up for a suplex on the outside, but Kash punches him in the gut, and reverses it, sending Puteis over with a suplex. Kash climbs up onto the ring apron, and steps into the ring to break the count up. He steps back out through the ropes, and as Puteis is getting to his feet, Kash turns around, and hops onto the bottom rope, and leaps off for a beautiful moonsault, landing square on the head of Puteis. Both men are down, but Kash begins to get up. He pulls Puteis to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Puteis gets to his feet quickly, and as Kash is rolling into the ring, Puteis drops a leg across the back of Kash's neck, driving his face into the mat. Puteis pulls Kash up, and sets him up for a dragon sleeper. Puteis lifts him up, but Kash wiggles out of it, and pushes him into the ropes. He grabs Puteis's head, and gives him a DDT. Kash reaches across Puteis and hooks a leg for a pin. One, Two, Thr......No! Puteis just gets a shoulder up. Kash gets to his feet slowly, and pulls Puteis up. He whips him into the close corner, and Puteis hits hard back first. Kash goes to him, and kicks Puteis in the gut. Kash then sets Puteis up for a savate kick, but he misses, and Puteis grabs him and hits the Puteis Plunge! Puteis makes the cover.] 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! =================================== And the Prince manages once more to eek out a victory, and take another leap up the ladder of success, K.C Kash, on the other hand, has an uphill struggle to regain any kind of reputation between those ropes.Wait, I’m just being told that something is happening down at the arena… yes, there has been an altercation a few minutes ago, and we managed to get it on camera, so lets take you back a few moments and show you what happened ===================================(Backstage Casey “Big Daddy” Rodgers is standing tall looking around seeing if anything suspicious is going on. Suddenly he spots Kris “Big Time Kamikaze and approaches him.) Rodgers: Excuse me sir do you have a back stage pass? Kamikaze: A what?! Mother f**ker I don’t need no pass to go anywhere! Rodgers: Sir you don’t belong here if you don’t have a pass. (The look on Kamikaze’s face is clearly irritated as he crosses his arms.) Kamikaze: Oh and who are you to say?! Just because you have a size advantage and a false sense of power? Rodgers: Sir don’t make me drag you out of here by force. Kamikaze: Oh I’d like to see you try man! You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into! (Rodgers walks over and grabs Kamikaze and Kris brutally kicks him right in the groin.) Kamikaze: Hey I warned you man! I’m not some ordinary punk bitch for you to throw around! And ya know what mother f**ker now you made me mad! (Kris grabs Rodgers by the hair and slams him face first into a wall. He picks up a steel garbage can and smashes it over his head denting the metal object in. He scoops Rodgers up off the floor and knees him in the stomach and tosses him over a table back stage.) Kamikaze: Get up you piece of trash! I ain’t done with you yet! This my time! (Kris grabs a cookie sheet from the table sending food everywhere cracks Rodgers right over the head with it stumbling the big man slightly. Kamikaze then kicks him in the gut and DDTs him right into the concrete.) Kamikaze: What’s wrong? Can’t put up a fight Mr. All high mighty security guard?! (Kamikaze says as he picks Rodgers up who is now bleeding by his face and now drags him tearing his shirt in the process. He picks him up and literally is now dragging him out to the ringside area in the arena. The fans go nuts with confusion as Kamikaze sends Rodgers flying through the curtain in the entrance ramp with a super kick to the jaw and he tumbles down the ramp. Kamikaze comes walking out with a look of pure arrogance on his face.) Kamikaze: AWE YEA! THANK YOU ALL MY WONDERFUL FANS! WHAT YOU ARE WITNESSING HERE IS A GRADE A ASS WHOOPIN! (Kamikaze syas bobbing his head as Rodgers struggles to get to his feet and Kamikaze grabs him and Irish whips him right into the steel steps. Rummaging under the ring Kamikaze pulls out something and simply waits for Rodgers to get up. After he stands back up holding his back the fans go wild as Kamikaze shatters a fluorescent light tube over Rodger’s head.) Kamikaze: YEA!!! NORTH CAROLINA REPRESENT!!! (Kamikaze picks up a chair and slides it into the ring followed by the bleeding Big Daddy Rodgers. Sliding into the ring he irish whips him into the turnbuckle and Kamikaze stands on the other side.) Kamikaze: YEA WE ABOUT TO CRANK THIS BITCH UP! (Kamikaze runs and nails a baseball slide right into Rodgers’ knee better known as The Side Swipe. The big man falls down clutching his knee in agony as Kamikaze then grabs hi leg and locks on a figure four. Rodgers’ screams can be heard all the way into the nose bleed section of the arena.) Kamikaze: Yeah mother f**ker! Cry! Cry like a little bitch! (Showing no sign of letting the hold referees run into the ring and try to break up the hold only to have Kamikaze completely flip out. He lets the hold go and grabs the chair and starts swinging wildly like a mad man. He nails one referee across the face with the chair completely knocking him unconscious. He turns to see Big Daddy Rodgers stand up and in what sounds more like a gun shot Kamikaze completely cracks the chair right across his skull. He grabs Rodgers and throws him out of the ring and lays him across the announce table. The announcers scramble as Kamikaze then climbs the top rope.) Kamikaze: YEAH THIS IS BIG TIME!!! (With those words said Kamikaze leaps off and nails a 450 splash right through the announce table with authority. He then walks over and grabs a microphone.) Kamikaze: Yeah you all know what time it is! It isn’t 2 o clock! It isn’t 3 o clock! And it sure as hell isn’t time to change that channel! No this time is the only time that matters in all of your pathetic lives! This is BIG TIME!!! (By now fans are booing so loudly that it can be heard all over the arena. A fan chucks a piece of garbage at Kamikaze and Kris looks at the fan.) Kamikaze: WHAT YOU WANT SOME OF THIS MOTHER f**kER?! (Kamikaze suddenly grabs the chair he used and leaps right into the audience and swings the chair at the fan accidentally knocking out another fan in the process. Complete and utter pandemonium has broken loose by now as what appears to be a chair has been chucked by another fan. Garbage is flying everywhere. Kamikaze is running out of the audience and through the ring side area where he is laughing up a storm.) Fans: ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! Kamikaze: You want ass hole?! I’ll give you ass hole mother f**kers! (Kamikaze walks over to another fun and just punches the fan right in the face completely knocking him to the floor. By now police has arrived and surrounded Kamikaze. Kamikaze swings his chair at one of the police only to get taken down by a tazer. The fans go wild as they drag him out in hand cuffs.) =================================== Tom: Wow, who the hell is that guy? And flooring a fan? That’s some way to get noticed. I wonder if we’ll see him again? I hope not, in the door two minutes and the crazy man has been arrested, I only hope that fan presses chargesBack to tonight and now we have a match up that isn’t new, in fact these two men have fought on and off since they have been in here together. But Tim Timmons, and T’V champ Brian Blaze have yet another reason to be facing off against each other. This time Timmons is facing up to Blaze on behalf of his team mate Rob Wright. Wright as we know has made a play for that gold that Brian wears around his waist, and Timmons has been behind Wright 100% on his mission, so with that in mind we see these two face off tonight, Blaze, to show The Next Generation that he has nothing to fear from them, and Timmons to hopefully weaken Wrights partner before No Remorse II, he has one chance to get it done, how will he fare? We find out, right now… ===================================Tim Timmons vs Brian Blaze ================================== Both men are already in the ring, eager for the bell to ring, finally it does. Blaze rushes in and locks up with Timmons, wasting no time in taking him into a hammerlock, then headlock, into a bulldog. Timmons is straight back up however, only to receive a flurry of punches from Blaze and an irish whip into the ropes, taken down with a powerslam and a pin 1 . . . 2 . Kickout by Timmons. Blaze raises his opponent back up and hits him with a solid European uppercut, reeling Timmons back to the ropes where he gets clotheslined with suck impact that both men end up on the concrete outside. Blaze is quick to his feet though and reaches under the ring, grabbing out a solid steel chair, he holds it like a two handed baseball bat, waiting for Tim to raise. Tim finally gets back on his feet and turns… to find a running Blaze coming straight at him. On pure instinct he drops as Blaze swings, and hit’s a drop toehold, sending Brian face first into the chair. Timmons gets back to his feet, trying to get his bearings, which he seems to do in quick order. He picks up Blaze and hit’s a spinebuster on the concrete as the fans boo their disapproval. Brian arches his back in pain as Timmons moves to the steel ring steps and removes the top tier, throwing it in the ring before grabbing up his opponent and throwing him in too. The boos continue to rise as Timmons steps between the ropes and lays a few boots to Blaze before raising him by the hair and throwing him on one shoulder, walking up the steel steps. Once there he signals for the T-Crusher… …. Blaze struggles out! He hit’s a reverse neckbreaker on Timmons, sending him, instead, crashing down on the steel to an uproarious cheer from the crowd. Blaze springs back to his feet, seemingly urged on by the fans reaction and looks around wildly, pointing to the turnbuckle, the fans raise to their feet as he raises to the turnbuckle… and soars off in an elbow drop, right on Timmons chest. He picks up the hurting Timmons and sets him up… …. BLAZE OF GLORY! And a cover 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! Blaze done it, and the crowd are louder than ever. Let Me Entertain You starts to play as he celebrates with the crowd, first on one side of the ring then heads to the other STRAIGHT INTO A SEAL THE DEAL!!! Rob Wright from nowhere! Blaze is down as the crowds cheers turns to boos as Wright goes to his fallen compatriot and helps him shakily to his feet, he talks to him for a few seconds, checking he’s okay before directing him towards the fallen Blaze. Timmons, with an evil look in his eye, picks up Blaze and wastes no time hitting the T-Crusher while Wright goes up top, he looks around the fans and shrugs at their boos as he sails off with the Wright Flight landing perfectly on Blaze. He then covers him as Timmons goes down and mocks a count 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! Timmons rolls to the outside and picks up the T.V belt from the ring announcers table and rolls back in, handing it to Wright while raising his arm. The fans are now in an uproar and trash is being thrown in the ring, which only seems to widen the smiles of The Next Generation. Wright then takes the belt and kisses it before dropping it hard on the chest of the unmoving Blaze and going outside, up the ramp with Tim, holding each others hand up in victory ================================== Tom: Wow, what a statement! Blaze may have got the pin, but I think the next generation got the victory there. Even losses doesn’t seem to stand in the way of this pairs dominance, and if I were Blaze, I would watch out, because I have a feeling that Wright won’t let it end here.On to tonights main event though, and I am SO exited for this, Buck Evans, firm fan favourite, turned on his fans last week in an amazing end to the triple threat match for the IC title when he joined with Big Nasty and Shawn Waters to form the Exiled. Now we have managed to procure the services of Buck for what is sure to be a phenomenal main event as he takes on Danny California. Danny is definitely making an impact here and it would be an incredible boost for him to be able to beat a confirmed commodity like Buck Evans. But Buck will of course be out to cement the reputation of The Exiled. So without further ado, lets go to ringside =================================Danny California vs Buck Evans ================================= "100% Cowboy" by Jason Meadows hits the sound system, and Buck Evans walks out to a chorus of boos. Without paying any attention to the fans at all, "The Outlaw" strolls down to the ring and steps inside, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. The music fades out, and the boos are replaced by warm applause as Danny California steps out onto the stage. The newcomer saunters down the ramp, playing to the fans and acting every bit the rockstar, throwing shapes and posing for photos with a few excited youngsters. He walks round the side of the ring, and hops up onto the apron, raising his fists high in the air. As he tilts his head back, soaking up the atmosphere, Buck Evans charges from behind, hitting the ropes and bumping Danny off the apron, sending him crashing to the floor. Buck climbs through the ropes, and picks Danny up. He drags him over towards the ring steps, and slams his head against the steel. Danny staggers backwards, only to have Buck grab him by the arm and whip him into the barricade spine-first. Danny slumps down to the floor, but Buck hauls him right back up again. "The Outlaw" drags him over in front of the announce tables, and hits a big vertical suplex, Danny's back suffering another big impact. Buck gets back to his feet, then picks Danny up and rolls him under the ropes into the ring. Buck then climbs slowly up the steps, and goes between the ropes, before going for a cover.. ONE.. - - - - TWO.. - - - - KICK OUT! Danny kicks out convincingly, although he recieves little respite as Buck lifts him to his feet, and whips him off the rope, catching him on the rebound with a huge tilt-a-whirl slam. Buck covers again.. ONE.. - - - - TWO.. - - - - KICK OUT! Danny kicks out again, although this time he can only lift his shoulder. Buck picks him up again, and whips him into the corner. Danny crashes against the turnbuckle, then gets hit with a big splash by "The Outlaw". Buck whips Danny across the ring again, and Danny once again crashes back-first into the turnbuckle. Buck charges again, but this time Danny hops up onto the second rope and dives over the top of his opponent, landing with a roll as Buck hits the turnbuckle chest-first. "The Outlaw" staggers backwards, clutching his ribs. Danny hops to his feet and goes for an irish whip. Buck reverses, then hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. As the two approach each other, Buck goes for a clothesline. Danny ducks, and the two hit the ropes again. Another clothesline attempt, but again Danny ducks it, and they hit the ropes once more. Buck goes for a THIRD clothesline attempt, only to have Danny avoid it again by sliding through his legs. Danny leaps back to his feet, and as Buck rebounds again, he leaps up, scoring with a hurricanrana as the crowd breaks into applause. Danny gets back to his feet, and with Buck lying prone on the ground, he decides to climb the turnbuckle. He strikes a pose, then leaps off, looking for his Rock Star Splash. The crowd gasps as he soars through the air.. then grimaces as he crashes chest-first onto bare canvas, Buck having rolled out of the way. Danny crawls forward a few inches, then staggers back to his feet. He turns round, right into the arms of "The Outlaw", who scoops him up and steps into the centre of the ring. Buck pauses, then swings Danny's legs round, driving him into the mat with The Outlaw Slam. Buck covers.. ONE.. - - - - TWO.. - - - - THREE!!! The boos ring out again as Buck picks up an emphatic victory, Danny forced to wait at least another week for his first CZW victory. Buck gets back to his feet, and gazes down at his fallen opponent. Suddenly, "Swagga Like Us" hits the sound system, and Big Nasty steps out onto the stage as the boos intensify even further. Buck turns towards the Combattron as his new team-mate marches down the rampway and into the ring. The two stare at each other for a moment, then turn simultaniously towards Danny California, who has just started to stir. They stand side-by-side as Danny slowly climbs back to his feet, using the ropes for help, facing away from the suffering that surely awaits him. After a few agonizing seconds, he turns round, and stares up at the menacing sight of Buck Nasty. He turns to flee, but Buck charges over and grabs him by the hair, hauling him back. Danny turns round, and Buck utters a few inaudible words to him, before tossing him towards Big Nasty, who catches him with a big hand around the throat. Nasty stares down at the struggling Danny, a smile on his face. He also says something to Buck's opponent, then hoists him into the air. Nasty pauses for a few moments, then drives Danny down to the mat with the Nasty Slam. "Swagga Like Us" starts to play again, and Nasty now stares at his victim as Buck turns to leave the ring. Suddenly, though, Nasty places a hand on his shoulder, stopping "The Outlaw" in his tracks. Buck turns round, and Nasty wags a finger at him, a smile forming once again on his face. Nasty bends down, and grabs Danny by the hair. He hauls him back to his feet, and hands him over to Buck, nodding his head in an unspoken message. Buck smiles as well, then tucks Danny's head under his arm. He lifts him up, and just like Nasty before, suspends him in the air for a few seconds, the blood rushing to Danny's head, before slamming him down to the canvas with an emphatic Buck The World. "100% Cowboy" hits the soundsystem again, and Buck and Nasty finally leave the ring, as a couple of EMTs come out to check on the condition of a decimated Danny California. ================================ Tom: And as suspected, Buck Evans makes an impact alongside Big Nasty, in a BIG way. Those two look set to take CZW by storm, and as much as they are hated ny the fans, I’m still drawn to wanting to know what they do next.To end off tonight, the last ever internet edition of Unleashed, we are heading down to ringside to see the billed appearance of the sadistic Mr. Killjoy, and his latest chapter in the sick kidnapping of Lauren and Tatum. So from the squared circle… this is Tom White, and I’ll see you all next, from that commentators table. Goodnight! ===============================We open onto the arena where the Combatron has come to life. We see nothing but black then we see Mr. Kiljoy face comes right into the view and starts to laugh. Mr. Kiljoy- Whoa sorry people didnt mean to startled you, But the CZW gracefully gave me the time to speak with you all ... the fans... about this thing going on between me and Beautiful Agony. Now if my memory serves me right i was the one that was picked on and bullied by Beautiful Agony. They beat me up and left me with cuts and brusies, And i took it oh boy did i take it. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Now after a beaten that was unjust, i took it upon myself to how can i say "Express myself". Beautiful Agony you took my head and pound it into the ground so much it actually made me think cleary. So i went and took something from you that made you very sad, But i gave it back but do i get a thank you for it? Mr. Kiljoy then shakes his head from side to side and shrugs his shoulders. Mr. Kiljoy- No what did i get? I get chased out of the ring by the whole gang of bullies and thugs, And belive me when i saw the look in you guys eyes, The rage and the anger in it and cleary i knew that I was in way over my head. But then i laugh my ass off like a little kid at christmas time who just got the greatest gift in the world! When i lifted Lauren up in the air, I could have sworn she was whimpering please stop. But by now you must know that i cant stop when i start something, And my goal that night was to see if i could have put your precious lauren in a wheelchair. I really wanted to break her neck, I'm not going to lie to you. But it was a rush that i used to have and i really did calm myself fr sometime but when i drop her it rush right back into me like a damn tidal wave. I knew then that now the gloves are off, I'm going to turn the CZW into my own Playground, And starting with the total destruction of Beautiful Agony. Mr. Kiljoy then moves the camera to a women and the crowds gasp as they see her tied to pole, black skin tight leather suit and a gimp mask on her face, there is a dazed look in her face as she tries halfheartedly to struggle against the binds. Mr. Kiljoy- for all of you that dont know this is Tatum, The older sister of Lauren and a very submissive member of Beautiful Agony. She cant talk right now because i had to put her on a lets just call it Time Out. I was breaking her in and she said a few things that really didnt want to hear she was calling out names of men that i also didnt want to hear. But dont worry guys I did worst to Lauren just asks her. But Tatum here is a fighter i give you that, It took alot from me for her to finally submit and know that I'm the one in charge. isnt that right sweety. Mr.Kiljoy grabs her by the mask and violently moves her face closer to his and then he licks her right on the face as she starts to fight, he then grabs her hair and yanks it back as she yelps in pain. Mr. Kiljoy- See what i told you. Now Beautiful Agony you can have Tatum back but it will cost you big. Thats right me being the gentleman and scholar that i am, I will give you back this ugly weak excuse of a woman, But i returned i need you to sacrifce something, Now get this. I have no match at No Remorse 2, My night is free as a bird, And i want to do some damage to somebody but who should it be? Now This is the fun part, i know you guys must be hating this and belive me i'm loving that. But i want Beautiful Agony to pick that unlucky soul thats going to face me at No Remorse 2 and if i lose i have no problem letting Tatum go, But if i win I will retain the services of Tatum. Now please i would love an answer real soon, I have plans with Tatum tonight and dont want to get over excited if you get what i mean. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The scene then turns black as we continue hearing that sick laughter from Mr. Kiljoy ============================== Copyright CZW 2009 CZW Overdrive begins with the usual theme tune, and the video of many CZW stars inside the ring. The cameras then cut inside the Edward Jones Dome in St. Louis Missouri. The thousands of fans jump to their feet as the fireworks blast off, the cameras swirl around the arena, the whole atmosphere explosive. The cameras then finally rest on CZW Commentators, Jarred Daniels and William Masters.DANIELS: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting edition of CZW Overdrive and what a show we have on tap tonight. Of course as we found out during the week, CZW has had it’s official draft, and what an event that was. So this may very well be the last Overdrive you see myself and Masters together… MASTERS: Fingers crossed. It is an end of an era, but I’m looking forward to it. DANIELS: It is also the last Overdrive before our huge PPV, No Remorse II. Anyway, here tonight we have Cage set to take on Vlad Valo, Krimzon Blaze and Big Nasty going head to head. Justin Marsham in one of, if not his toughest challenge to date as he takes on the former world heavyweight champion, Maynard O’Toole. And in our main event of the evening, former world heavyweight champion, x champion and global tag team champion, El Pablo takes on former XTC member, Shawn Waters. MASTERS: Can I put in my two cents, Jarred? Is it okay if I chime in? By God, would you shut your bloody trap for two minutes so I can talk? DANIELS: Go ahead, Sir William, you want some cheese with that wine? MASTERS: No, Jarred, I always prefer your mother with my wine. DANIELS: Very mature, William, very mature. MASTERS: Shawn Waters has finally seen the light, he knew that XTC was holding him back. El Pablo and Ace King are former world champions, former global tag team champions, intercontinental champion, X champion, the list goes on and on. Shawn Waters finally decided to step from out of the shadows and I suggest the same for Krimzon Blaze. DANIELS: Well that remains to be seen but anyway. We have plenty more action coming your way and up first is…. “Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeth blasts through out the arena as Maynard O’Toole steps out from the back, wearing his “OGT” shirt, blue jeans and black, leather jacket and of course, carrying his signature sledgehammer over his shoulder as he takes a swig from his bottle of water. DANIELS: Well it seems as though we have been greeted by Mr. OGT himself and you got to know he is out here with a purpose. MASTERS: Gee, you think, Jarred? No, he just took a wrong turn by the Pepsi machine, you idiot. Maynard gets in the ring, grabs a microphone from a stage hand, takes a swig of his water as his music fades out and addresses the crowd. MAYNARD: Bad Ass *Maynard puts his hands in the air and does a quote motion with his fingers* … Matt Covey, you know what I realized while I was sitting back there, relaxing in my locker room? I realized that you and I have never had an official one on one match in this company. Now I know what you’re all thinking….”well no shit, Sherlock” but trust me, I have a point and I’ll get to that shortly. You see Covey, I have to admit, you pulled a fast one on us and we should have seen it coming a mile away. From day one, I knew you didn’t give a damn about anything or anybody, I knew that and yet I still fell right into your trap. If it wasn’t for you, I would have beaten Jesse last month. You beat me and Eddie last week and congratulations, but like I said, you and I have yet to face off one on one but all that will change at No Remorse. How appropriate that out big show down is at a pay per view entitled No Remorse because that is exactly what I am going to feel after I put you out of commission…NO…..REMORSE! But then again, as sick and twisted as you are, you’d probably enjoy the pain a little too much well Covey, consider this a gift, consider me your pusher. You can thank me later when you wake up from the coma because at No Remorse, I am challenging you….TO A TOOLE SHED, LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!!! The crowd goes nuts as they cheer for Maynard. DANIELS: WOW! Just wow, William, a Toole Shed, last man standing match? The first one was brutal beyond imagination, it was probably the most dangerous, chaotic, suicidal match I have ever witnessed in all my years in this business and now part two will have last man standing rules. MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, I am in bloody shock, but you’re forgetting one huge flaw in Maynard’s plan. He is not the general manager, he does not make the rules, Jesse does and I doubt very seriously that he will stand by and let his hired gun go through hell and back, it’s a liability. Maynard steps out of the ring, grabs a chair, gets back in and has a seat. MAYNARD: I understand that’s a lot to take in, Covey, so I’ll just make myself comfortable while you process it all and decide to come out here to throw in your two cents. Maynard takes a swig of his water as he waits, patiently. "Die Mother f**ker Die" by Dope suddenly explodes as the images of "Bad Ass" Matt Covey in several hardcore scenes is displayed on the combat tron. Matt suddenly storms out onto the stage, Montana right behind him, trying to pull Matt back by an arm. Matt shrugs off Jesse and continues on. This time, Jesse grabs Matt from behind, trying to bear hug him to the spot. Matt finally calms, Montana pushing back further up the ramp, microphone in hand. Once they reach the top, they stop and Montana speaks. Jesse Montana: Who in the hell do you think you are, Maynard O'Toole? Who in the blue hell are you to come out here, on MY show and demand anything? I hate to...no, actually I love to shit on your parade, and you're not getting the match. And all because I say so. Go lick your wounds elsewhere, boy. Masters: I knew it! There's no way he'd allow Covey to go marching off to his death. Montana's a genius. Matt suddenly and abruptly takes the mic away from Jesse Montana. Jesse looks surprised but stands aside. Bad Ass: It just eats you up, don't it, Mayn? Eats you alive to know you put your faith into a man you very well knew to be the devil himself. You stood by and watched all the horrific things I've done here in CZW. The vile acts that should carry a death sentence. And the whole time you just kept telling yourself... "It will never happen to me." But you were wrong, and I burned your ass without so much as a prayer of remorse. And now your pride is wounded and instead of doing the smart thing...the wise thing, and staying the hell out of my way, you've chosen to come out here and beg me for death. Maynard raises an eyebrow. Bad Ass: That I can do. I can give you the quick release from the restraints of this world. And you've been so kind as to pick the scene of your death, a Tool shed match. If that is how you wish to die, then so be it. Our war ends at No Remorse, but it continues here tonight. I know damn well how you work, Maynard. I kept close tabs on all of you dumb asses who fell under my spell. Odds are, you'll come out and attack me during my match tonight. A return "stab in the back" if you will. So I propose this challenge. Can you get to that ring and knock me the f**k out...before I pick the flesh clean from Eddie Rowan's bones? Because I promise you this, Mayo... Tonight, Eddie Rowan is a message. A little "straight from the heart" from me to you. I cut Rowan's life and career short tonight, and at No Remorse, you become the sequel. Daniels: I don't believe it! Matt Covey has just accepted Maynard's challenge to the Tool shed match! Clearly these men either despise each other that much, or they're both of their rockers in the brains department! Masters: Dear God it's going to be a bloodbath... The crowd is cheering the idea of the match as Montana suddenly jumps in front of Matt again, taking the microphone. Jesse Montana: THAT IS ENOUGH! I said there was not going to be a Tool shed match in your futures, and I stand by my decision! "Here Comes the Money" suddenly plays as CZW president, Brian Damage strolls out onto the stage in an all white three piece suit with gold colored tie. Montana rolls his eyes and sighs as Damage pats him on the shoulder. Brian Damage: Correct me if I'm wrong, Jesse, but isn't there somebody else in CZW who could make matches at will? One more person who has that ability? Who was it... Brian looks around as though he's thinking incredibly hard. He suddenly gets face to face with Montana, dead serious looks on both men's faces. Brian Damage: Oh yeah, it's me. And you know what? It's been a while since we've had one, and I think I'd really like to see this Tool shed match. The match is on! No Remorse. Maynard O'Toole. Matt Covey. Tool shed Match 2: The Last Man Standing sequel! Montana, you've just been vetoed, hit my music! "Here Comes the Money" plays once more as Damage turns, non-chalantly walking to the back. Montana looks to be a combination of pissed off and worried as his eyes dart back and forth between Matt and Maynard, who themselves are actually smiling, twisted grins adorning their faces as we go to commercial break. *****-----*****
Daniels: Welcome back to Overdrive folks, before the break we saw Maynard O’Toole come out here. And what a challenge he issued to his former friend, turned enemy Bad Ass Matt Covey.
Masters: It’s a nice thought Jarred, however I for one am getting sick of how these people are treating Mr. Montana, who by the way should be the only man to make matches around here. Fine Brian is his boss, I get that, but Montana is the General Manager and should be I charge of match bookings.
Daniels: Well I’m glad Mr. Damage saw it fit to accept the match, I mean even Matt Covey wanted to accept it, Jesse Montana was just trying to be a damn kill joy.
Masters: Well I hope you bloody happy, you have the match at the PPV now as do all these fans. And I hope Maynard and Covey just beat the hell out of each other.
Daniels: I think that is a given William. Now onto other news, last week we at CZW gave you all an update on the condition of Karl Jackson, otherwise known as the Jackal.
Masters: It turned out his injuries were not life threatening, sprained wrist, bruised collar bone, heavy concussion, but that doesn’t change matters, we have some psychopath running around backstage Jarred, and I don’t mean Ryan Lewis.
Daniels: Yes, I know a lot of guys had mixed views about the Jackal, however we all wanted him to gain a speedy recovery, and we all want to find the assailant, not only that police investigations started here in CZW last week, and it didn’t look good for the Sensation did it William.
Masters: Oh stop trying your hardest to spread rumors Jarred, there’s only one man that should be allowed to do that and that is Mr. Solomon Black. Jesse Montana proved his innocence I believe and quite interesting, that he believes it was either the Gambler, or the CZW President Mr. Damage behind the attack.
Daniels: Quite ridiculous accusations if you ask me, and I hope the police have interviewed those two men and cleared there names already.
Masters: So let me ask you Jarred, have you been interrogated yet?
Daniels: Not yet William.
Masters: Damn idiot pigs always leaving the most suspicious until last.
Daniels: Well have YOU been interviewed William?!
Masters: No…But…THAT is beside the point…it wa-
Daniels: Oh wait, sorry to cut you off partner, but I have just had confirmation something is happening backstage, Ace King, and he is heading towards the CZW General Manager’s office…
Masters: I hope that maniac tries nothing against Jesse…
The camera cuts away to the inside of Overdrive General Manager Jesse Montana's office, and the boos are already drowning everything else out. Jesse is going through some paperwork at his desk when he hears a sharp knock on his door.
Jesse Montana: Come in.
The door opens, and Jesse's face immediately turns into an icy glare.
Jesse Montana: What do you want?
The camera pans up, and the crowd cheers as World Heavyweight Champion Ace King is revealed to be standing in the room with him. Ace is wearing a bandana on his head, obviously to cover up the wound inflicted by Shawn Waters at the conclusion of Testing The Waters two weeks ago. Ace's expression is one of pure hatred and resentment toward the General Manager.
Ace King: You and I need to talk, Montana.
As the two men stare at each other, so many thoughts going through their minds, the fans begin to chant for the World Champion.
‘Ace King…Ace King…Ace King’
This only makes Jesse Montana even more furious as he swipes his masses of paperwork aside and stands up. Jesse Montana now looking over the shoulder of Ace King who doesn’t take his eyes off the General Manager.
Jesse Montana: Jax…I need you here now
Suddenly a large man walks in, the man who was recognizable as Montana’s main bodyguard a few months back, now making his return to Overdrive. Jax steps inside and closes the door, now standing next to Ace King, towering above him by about 7 inches. Ace takes a quick glance up at Jax and smirks, looking back at Montana.
Ace King: What’s up Jesse, you scared I may do something?
Montana grimaces as he now steps around the desk, showing off his rather deluxe suit he is wearing. Montana stops about a foot away from Ace as they both stare down again.
Jesse Montana: I’m just taking reasonable precautions, after your little knock two weeks back, who knows what kind of harebrained attack you may pull off.
Montana stops as the fans react with vicious chants of ‘You Suck’ towards Jesse. Ace King makes no movement as Montana carries on.
Jesse Montana: So you’re here to talk, let's talk. But I warn you, any wrong move you make, and Jax here will in print your body into this wall. And that will make me unhappy, I don’t want to have to decorate this office just yet.
Jax smiles as he looks down on Ace, the World Champion still not showing any form of nerves at all. The fans quiet down as the two men continue their stare down, the tension immense.
Ace King: No need to worry about me, I know full well what I'm doing. Alright, my first order of business is the whole Jackal situation. I'm just here to clear my name on that, because I clearly couldn't have done anything from where I was, not to mention that Eric Collum was the intended target, from what I've seen. Oh, and it's not like I would need to resort to using the tactics you made famous, because as you've seen on multiple occasions now... I'm quite capable of taking care of him with my own body.
The crowd cheer as Jesse Montana gives a dry little smile towards Ace who is standing his ground. Montana then begins to chuckle his head down at the floor, his hands on his hips. He then suddenly raises his now with a serious face, his arms back by his side, a slight growl in his voice as he speaks.
Jesse Montana: Your not going to clear your name that easily, Ace. I don’t give a shit if these fans think of you as a hero, see a shining halo above your head…I see you for what you really are. You’re a maniac. Your obsessed with that Title Ace, you would have no regrets attacking people, I bet you would even go through your so called friends just to stay on top and have your sheep cheering your name all day long. Yeah true, I once made my name by driving over a man who deserves to be locked inside a zoo. I used to love that belt more than my own family. Don’t tell me you don’t as well.
Ace King shakes his head and lets out a sigh, Jesse Montana clearly getting on his nerves with his stubborn nature. Montana steps forward one step as he keeps his eyes on the World Champion, the fans finding it hard not to shout out abuse at the Sensation at this time.
Jesse Montana: I will stick with my accusations because I’m not fooled by you. You may have not been driving the vehicle, but that doesn’t mean your not behind the attack. You would want Eric out on the shelf just as much as Karl. The police are investigating the situation and your not going to intimidate me Ace, I am going through with my claims, and even if Brian Damage gets thrown into the mix along the way, so be it. Karl deserves justice, and that is exactly what he will get.
Montana extends his head towards Ace, just like a boxer does willing someone to punch them, Montana with a smile on his face now, licking his lips, trying his hardest to get into the head of his former long term rival.
Jesse Montana: You may have got the better of him before, but once he returns, and if your not in jail somewhere…he is coming after you…and your Title!
The fans are left with even more ‘You Suck’ chants directed at the General Manager. Both men still not breaking the glare they have for one another.
Ace King: Au contraire, El Presidente. Eric and I may not have seen eye to eye, but Eric didn't cross any personal lines in his assault of me, unlike your pathetic excuse for a lackey. However, that's all irrelevant now, because I'd now like to talk about my match at No Remorse II against your former skin flute-tuner Shawn Waters. I find it absolutely hilarious that he keeps talking about how much better off he is on his own, yet he ended up enlisting Buck Evans and Big Nasty to tune his skin flute, much the same way he did for you. In a sense, Shawn has become the very hypocrite he sought to rebel against when he became the asshole he is today.
Ace leans in closer, so that he and Jesse are almost nose-to-nose at his desk.
Ace King: Jesse, you know me well enough to know that I don't like it when people go back on what they say, so I want to take him to task for it in our match next week.
Jesse Montana: Oh, and just who the hell do you think you are to dictate things to me? You seem to forget that I'm the one calling the shots around here, peon, so I could fire you right on the spot if I wanted to. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it Ace? You know how much I like to see you suffer.
Ace King: Yeah, you like that more than Covey's dick in your ass. Now then, here's what I'm thinking... Before I continue, I'd just like to say that you don't have to listen to what I'm saying, considering you probably won't, but it's just an idea I had.
Ace then begins to explain the idea to Jesse as the camera cuts back to Jarred and "Buffalo Bill" Masters at the announcers table.
Daniels: Wow, what an intense meeting between these two former World Champion rivals.
Masters: How dare Ace King barge into Montana’s office like that, he may be the Worl-
Daniels: OH SORRY TO CUT YOU OFF AGAIN there William, but I have just had confirmation that NEXT WEEK…at No Remorse II, Karl Jackson, yes, THE JACKAL will be back at ringside, and he has something to say! I cannot wait for that William.
Masters: Damn…people…interrupting me…
Daniels: And I wonder what Ace wanted his match to be next week for the World title?! Anyway, join us after the break folks, our opening contest is on the way!
-=- LUMBERJACKS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH -=- *****-----***** The cameras come back to the arena as we see five men outside the ring, standing with their eyes pierced on the stage. Five men inside the ring also stand with their eyes pierced upon the stage. Suddenly the lights fade as green spotlights gleam down onto the ring and the ramp, now green flashing upon he staging area. Daniels: Well, as you join us back here at the Edward Jones Dome, the five men in this huge contest are already inside the ring, as are there respective five team mates. Masters: Yes and lets have a look at some of the weapons these guys have brought to this contest. Kimo and Ross, looks as though these guys have had a day out at the local lunatics hardware store. They have tables, tacks, bolts, screwdrivers, they have a ladder there too I think, and they even have it all loaded in a damn trolley, did they steal that from the store?! Daniels: I wouldn’t be surprised William. Kirkland has made an interesting choice, well not so much interesting, more plain twisted. He has a cart of light bulbs, that’s glass William. Masters: Hey, I may not be Thomas freaking Edison, but I know light bulbs are made of glass! Now lets move on, what in the name of Jesus has Sawyer brought down. He has a plastic leg, an arm, I see a head in that cart, he has some many body parts in there he could make his own life size mannequin. What is the meaning of that?! Daniels: I guess he believes it to be Halloween, just so happens were 6 months away from Halloween. Masters: Talk about insane. Now, we have Blade, with his partner Razor, and what do they have, oh yeah…RAZOR BLADES! THOUSANDS OF THEM! Daniels: Calm down William, you may cut yourself. Now them, what does Timmons happen to have. Timmons, well…he has just a steel chair, I think looking around he realizes he may have just let himself and his partner down. Masters: These guys have gone shopping, but Tim has been sensible in my opinion, and while these freaks are bashing each other with fake heads and light bulbs, Tim and Rob will be getting the win for the Next Generation, you can bet on that. Daniels: You wouldn’t like to meet this bunch down a dark alley one lonely night. And as they await the Global Tag team Champions to arrive, the atmosphere inside this place gets electric. Suddenly ‘Paralyzer’ by Finger Eleven begins to play. Daniels: That’s them William, there coming out here and these guys all would like what they wear on their shoulders. Masters: Kristyl Marie, oh yeah I would love her on my shou- Daniels: I was talking about the CZW Global Tag Titles, William. These are the guys who put Exitium out of action, these are the guys who won their first CZW Tag Titles on their debut match. Masters: Anyone would think their in XTC with the way your drumming on about them. But luckily there not, and I admit, these young guys have talent. Daniels: They certainly do, and where exactly is there weapons? Masters: Wait, I don’t think they have ONE weapon Jarred…I THINK THEY HAVE A WHEELBARROW FULL! Daniels: Well I guess they are the champs, these guys have brought a wheelbarrow full of weapons, and this match could get ULTRAVIOLENT in a short amount of time. Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, this following contest is set for one fall and is a Five Man Lumberjack’s bring the weapons match. The rules of this match is that each of the seven lumberjacks on the outside of the ring can bring weapons down to ringside. And the first of the five men inside the ring to get a pinfall or submission is declared the winner. NOW…Please welcome to the ring…the CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…KYLE RILEY…EVAN TYLER…IDOLIZED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Out from the green lights, Idolized walk out with their trolley of hardcore items. The fans give mixed reactions to the duo who have their Global Titles draped over their shoulders, the pair looking like models as they pose at the top of the stage. SUDDENLY though from behind them… Daniels: OH MY GOODNESS ME!!!! WHO ARE THEY?! TWO MEN HAVE JUST ATTACKED IDOLIZED FROM BEHIND WITH WHAT LOOKS LIKE KENDO STICKS. Masters: These guys look dangerous, and there not stopping there. They have Evan and Kyle up, this looks bad…DOUBLE POWERBOMB RIGHT ON THE STAGE!!!!!!!!! Daniels: Well this is just sickening, and it seems that there will be only 5 lumberjacks in this contest now, how can the tag champions get up from this. And thankfully these guys, who were just dressed in all black, finally they have left, but the damage has been done. Masters: It has, and I think we better go for a commercial break as the EMT’s are needed for this contest already, and the match has not even started yet. --- Daniels: Hello folks we are back from the commercial break, and before if you were with us, you would have seen this. As you can see, Idolized about to walk down the ramp, as two men, who looks pretty big to be honest, all dressed in black, they basically attacked the Champions from behind. Masters: Looks like Idolized have some enemies, ones which look extremely dangerous. Evan and Kyle along with there wheelbarrow is out of this contest. Daniels: I’m afraid so, and as we go to ringside. The five men are now ready for action, their team mates on the outside with their array of chosen weapons. Masters: And look how many referees we have on the outside, anyone would think a holocaust is about to happen here at the Combat Zone. Daniels: These men are ready and yes, the referee rings the bell. All five men pick their opponents, Ross and Razor going at it while Mike and Wright start brawling, only to have Kong take them both down with a double clothesline. And this man looks one of the biggest guys we have seen here in CZW. Masters: He is huge, Mr. King Kong himself. And as we look at the outside, all is not calm, as we have Timmons and Kirkland aggressively throwing verbal insults at each other, the referees having to hold them back for now, this could just be a massacre soon. Daniels: Speaking of a massacre William, Kong has now gathered both King and Wright in the corner as he runs in…AND THAT IS ONE MASSACRE…SQUASHING BOTH MEN TRAPPED IN THE CORNER. Masters: Like a damn train wreck, Jarred. Meanwhile, Ross is getting the better of the much smaller Razor, with him upon his shoulders now…And there is a big Samoan Drop! Chris goes for a cover early on but… Daniels: WOW Kong saw that happening and dropped an elbow drop down, not only breaking the cover, but also squashing another two guys at once. Ross is up now though as he stares at Kong, and the two biggest men in this contest are now going toe to toe, Kong with a big chop, but no Ross ducks, right hand, left hand, Ross is unloading with a quick combination of strikes…but WATCH OUT… Masters: Razor was back up, not only that, he flew from the turnbuckle as he knocks the big Kingpin down with a shoulder block. Razor gets up, maybe not noticing Kong standing behind him. Daniels: And missing Kong is like going into space, looking at the Earth itself and not seeing the sea. Turn around Razor…OH BIG HEAD BUTT AND RAZOR IS DOWN AGAIN! Masters: Meanwhile, Mike and Rob are going out it, as Brian and Tim still talk trash to each other on the outside. Daniels: Wait do you see that William. As Razor gets back to his feet in the corner, his partner Blade is handing Razor something… Masters: You must have eyes in the side of your head Jarred. You think Blade may want Razor to bring those razorblades into play in this match? Daniels: Well whatever it is that Razor has in his hand, Kaneda looks to be in the firing line here as he walks over…RAZOR MY GOD…RIGHT HAND WITH WHAT LOOKS LIKE A RAZORBLADE BETWEEN HIS KNUCKLES! Masters: I was about to ask, you think there will be blood in this match, but then I realized it was a ridiculous question. Kong now drops like a tree falling down to the canvas, and Razor doesn’t seem to have stopped there…Ross is now up… Daniels: RAZOR WITH A RIGHT HAND TO ROSS NOW…AND BLOOD IS BEGINNING TO GET ALL OVER THIS CANVAS! Masters: Razor’s brother Blade is now throwing these little razorblades into the ring, like a shower of sharp metal. I think these guys are now in there element. WAIT ON THE OUTSIDE…KIMO WHAT IS HE DOING… Daniels: I think he is upset what Blade is doing. But thankfully the referee is stopping Kimo from attacking Blade here, otherwise all hell could break loose. And Kimo seems to have calmed dow-WAIT…OH MY GOD…HAHAHAH…HE HAS JUST PULLED DOWN ONE OF THE REFEREE’S PANTS! Masters: HAHAHA that will teach that fool to try and stop Kimo from conducting business. And is he…is that referee wearing a pink thong?! Daniels: Holy Hell William, I really don’t want to even think about that. I certainly don’t wan to look... Masters: Well fine don’t look at that…BUT LOOK AT THIS…KIMO FROM OUT OF THAT TROLLEY HE HAD…HE JUST PULLED OUT A DAMN DVD RECORDER!!!!!!!! Daniels: Does he want to watch something?! OH WAIT BLADE…WATCH OUT… SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: I think Kimo just personally recorded Blade’s head through that DVD recorder, and Blade is out of it here, these fans actually cheering this madness. Daniels: Razor now looking distracted, as his partner has just got trashed by that Jamaican on the outside. Masters: And I think Kimo is toasting these people on the front row with a bottle of his own Jamaican Rum, what else does he have in that trolley? Anything for a sore throat Kimo?! Daniels: Wait, Razor reaches over and grabs the hair of Kimo…BUT WAIT…HOLY SHIT…KIMO SMASHED THAT BOTTLE CLEAN OVER THE HEAD OF RAZOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: And Ross is back up at the perfect moment…THE WIPE OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1 - - - - 2 - - - Daniels: Amazing…Wright saw it al the way and breaks up the pin, but Razor and Blade on the outside, these guys must be hurt bad. Ross is now back up as Rob begins to hit right hands, but Ross doesn’t even seem to be reeling from them…Ross now grabs Rob…WAIT KONG IS UP…AND HE LIFTS UP ROSS…A THREE HUNDRED POUND MAN… Masters: WHAT A HUGE SPINEBUSTER… Daniels: AND ROSS LANDS ON SEVERAL OF THOSE RAZOR BLADES INSIDE THE RING…HIS BACK MUST BE CUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: Amazing strength from this gorilla like man. And Kong wipes the blood off his face, the big man is in control of this match. Mike and Rob once again begin to fight on one side of the ring, Kong walking over to them… Daniels: Not only that, we now have Sawyer out here walking up to us, do you think he wants to say something William?! Masters: I don’t know, but he is so big he is blocking my view of this contest…SHEW…GET AWAY YOU BIG OAF! Daniels: I think he wants to shake your hand William, well…aren’t you going to. Masters: Fine, I mean I am a gentlemen, I will shake his hand as long as he sits back dow-AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! HIS ARM…IT HAS COME OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: HAHAHAHAHA Sawyer just completely tricked William out here with his mannequin arm trick, and that IS indeed fake blood William so calm down. NICE ONE SAWYER! Masters: Don’t you dare bloody congratulate that desecrate swine! He almost bloody scared me to death. Daniels: Oh wait…while that is happening…Brian Kirkland and Tim Timmons have finally got to each other and these referees can’t separate the two. Tim and Brian of course both feuding wit there own stables, and what is this, Timmons just throws Brian into the steel steps. Timmons now grabs that chair he brought down to the ringside…I hate to think what he is going to do… Masters: Well luckily, you share a similar mind set as that fool Sawyer, I share the same kind of mind set as Timmons, and I think he wants to crush Kirkland between those steps and the chair he holds in his hands. Daniels: That is pure sick. And Tim seems to be ready to hit this, if he does YA could be all over…WAIT…MIKE KING HAS SEEN HIM…MY GOD KING WITH A SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES…HOLY SHIT… MASTERS: HE JUST DIVED FACE FIRST INTO A SWINGING CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL BY TIMMONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT..HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT… Daniels: Lets look at this again folks, Mike was diving out of the ring looking to save his partner Kirkland, but Timmons saw him coming and hit what can only be described as a disastrous shot to the head with that chair. Masters: These guys have feuded for years, back in their former fed, but it could be ALL over after that attack by Tim. Daniels: And Kirkland and a few referees are checking on Mike here, as Tim just stands there laughing. Rob high fiving him, what a damn disgrace. Wait, look round Rob, you may get what is coming to you…KONG…COULD THIS BE…YES!!!! MASTERS: SUMO SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1 - - - - 2 - - - - 3! Masters: NO…I THINK ROSS JUST MADE THE BREAK UP IN TIME THERE. Daniels: Well lets scan the situation for a moment, Razor and Blade are still down from vicious attacks by Kimo on the outside. We have EMT’s out here now checking on Mike King, who thankfully is actually moving now I can say. Kirkland is back up now…OH AND HIM AND TIMMONS BEGIN OT BRAWL AGAIN…AND THEY FALL OVER THE GUARDRAIL…THIS HAS SPILLED INTO THE ADORING FANS! Masters: Good, hopefully one of those mongrels will get a chair shot. Daniels: That must be why they love you William…NOT! Anyway, at ringside we have Sawyer and Kimo, pretty much the last remaining survivors. And Ross now, it looks like he is signalling for Kimo to get him something else now. KIMO GETS OUT A DAMN TABLE…THIS MAN MUST BE A MAGICIAN. Masters; Nope, I think he has just come prepared. And Kimo places the table into the ring, but Kong gets a shot from the back. Kong now with an Irish whip as the three hundred pound Kingpin runs across the ring, he comes off…And he runs into a Belly to Belly form Kong. He covers… 1 - - - - 2 - - KICKOUT Daniels: Kong I think now looks to be trying to set the table up, as Ross makes it back up to his feet. Kong places it in the corner, and anything could happen with that sitting there. Kimo I think has given Ross…ROSS IS UP…POWDER IN THE FACE OF KONG!!!!!!!!! Masters: The big man is blind, and not so powerful anymore without the power of sight. Kimo doing a great job at ringside here…BUT WAIT…THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT… Daniels: Sawyer taking Kimo down there with an almighty clothesline. Kimo smashing the back of his head to the concrete floor. And how can you say there is no need for that William, Kimo was getting more involved in this match than the five men inside the ring themselves. Masters: Whatever Jarred, Kimo is ju- Daniels: WAIT…I THINK KIMO MUST HAVE GIVEN ROSS SOMETHING ELSE…AS WELL AS THE POWDER…ROSS ALSO WITH A BOTTLE OF THAT JAMAICAN RUM!!!!!!!!!! Masters: Is Ross going to smash it over the head of Kong, here goes…NO…Ross doesn’t, Ross instead hitting a couple of knife edge chops on the big chest of Kong, the big man losing energy all the time. Ross now…ROSS WITH A GREAT ATTACK… Daniels: Yes it was a Side Hawaiian Leg sweep, and the big man Kong is down again, and still trying to get his sight back. Wait…what is this mad man doing now, Ross grabbing the bottle of Rum again, and he walks over towards the table in the corner. Masters: Either Ross is wanting to get drunk, or he has a plan…HE IS NOW POURING THE CONTENTS OF THE BOTTLE ON THE TABLE IN THE CORNER…YOU DON’T THINK… Daniels: WE COULD BE ABOUT TO SEE FIRE…OH MY GOD ROSS WITH A PACK OF MATCHES IN HIS HAND TOO…KIMO CLEARLY MANAGED TO SUPPLY HIM WELL… Masters: THINGS ARE ABOIUT TO HEAT UP!!!!!!!!!!!! WE HAVE FLAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CZW…CZW…CZW…CZW… Daniels: Ross is mad, this whole entire ringside could go up in flames here. And now he goes back to Kong, surely he is not thinking of putting the giant man into that burning table. Wait, Sawyer is upon the apron… Masters: Bloody cheat! Daniels: What is he supposed to do, watch as his partner gets burnt?! Ross is still on Kong though, and Sawyer can’t stop this from happening. ROSS LIFTS SAWYER UP…ROSS HAS THE NEAR FOUR HUNDRED POUND MAN ONHIS SHOULDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters; DO IT…DO IT ROSS!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: MY GOD IS HE GOING TO DO THIS…THE FLAMES ARE ROARING, THE MSOKE IS RISING… - - - - - - NO…KONG MANAGES TO SLIPOFF THE SHOULDERS…THANK GOD! Masters: But wait…Sawyer gets into the ring, he can’t do this…SO NOW WE HAVE THE KAIJU WARRIORS TEAMING UP ON ROSS… Daniels: Not only that…they lift him up…OH MY GOD THID COULD BE BAD… CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: Ross could be dead here, and could have been burnt alive!!!!!!!!!!! Kimo is up but can’t do a damn thing about it. And these giants are bloody posing inside the ring now, there proud of themselves… Daniels: Lets look at this again folks…Ross was the one who set the table alight, but it was ironic then that Ross was the man to eventually go through it. And he could be… Masters: WAIT…WHAT ARE THESE TWO DOING BACK UP…THERE NOW ON THE TOP ROPES!!!!!!!! Daniels: IT’S RAZOR…IT’S BLADE…IT’S THE CUT THROAT KILLERS AND THERE ABOUT TO FLY… Masters: DOUBLE SHOOTING STAR PRESSES AND THEY HAVE TAKEN THE WARRIORS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: Masters: I thought these guys were out of it. So now we have Tim and Brian still fighting in the crowd, we have Mike still down, we have Ross and Kimo down as Kimo checks on Ross. And now, we actually have the Warriors down. Masters: Maybe these guys can win the whole thing. Wait, it looks like Tim and Brian are back, as they fight near the guardrail. Kirkland what is the fool doing…he just climbed onto the top of the guardrail…MOONSAULT INTO THE FANS?!!! Daniels: NO…I believe he was aiming for Tim, but Timmons has caught the Reaper in mid air!!!!! Tim steps up onto the guardrail with Kirkland on his shoulders…HOLY SHIT NO WAY… CANADIAN DRIVER ONTO THE GLASS LIGHTBULBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: And while all that has happened…Rob Wright is about to get back into the ring, I can’t even remember what happened to him, he must have been letting all this happen, smart guy…BUT WAIT…I can’t believe my eyes, Mike King is now back up…AND HE HAS THE CHAIR TIM USED…OH MY GOD MIKE KING JUST HIT A METALLICA KICK INTO THE CHAIR INTO ROB WRIGHT’S HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!! And now he gets into the ring…and I think Razor is the only man standing. Daniels: Mike King with a right hand, then a left, he Irish whips Razor into the ropes as he bounces off…Razor with a diving forearm…but no Mike King ducks…Razor lands on his head almost there, but he is back up…WAIT…KING OUT OF NO WHERE… SHINING METALLICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: This guy is going to win after all that?! Wait, Blade is upon the apron, Mike goes to get him but Blade OH MY GOD…HE JUST HIT MIKE WITH A…WITH A… Daniels: That was Sawyer’s head…Not his real head of course, his mannequin’s head. I wonder what it’s made of, but whatever it is, Mike seems to be reeling…AND HOLY CRAP…KONG IS BACK UP…HE HAS BLOOD ALL OVER HIM…HE HITS GRABS RAZOR AND THROWS HIM INTO HIS OWN PARTNER…BOTH CUT THROAT KILLERS FALLING TO THE OUTSIDE… AND NOW KONG GRABS MIKE KING…SUMO SLAM!!!!!!!!!! Masters: I thought he was out of it! IS THIS IT?! 1 - - - - - 2 - - - - - - 3!!! PINFALL!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: What an insane affair, and it was only the first contest of Overdrive this evening, amazing. Masters: I love it when after a match, thee is blood everywhere, all over the ringside, just marvelous. Daniels: You’re a dick. And what about these guys, all of them, the Warriors, the Cut Throat Killers…this was a big match for all these teams, and for the Warriors, what momentum they have going into the PPV! Masters: A lot of them, it doesn’t even looks like they will make it to the PPV, look at all the bodies all over the ring area. Daniels: And we have to wonder, who were the mystery duo who attacked Idolized earlier?! SUDDENLY THE LIGHTS GO OFF IN THE ARENA… Masters: Good timing Jarred, I think maybe we are about to find out now… BORN IN A BURIAL GOWN begins to play as the fans now know who it is, looking on in shock. Daniels: WAIT…OH MY GOD…WE KNOW THAT MUSIC AND SO DO THESE FANS… Masters: I thought these two monsters were out of CZW for now, I heard they had serious injuries… Daniels: You heard wrong William, and look at them, as the lights turn back on, we see them standing on the ramp…AND LOOK…THEY ARE WEARING THE BLACK OUTFITS FROM EARLIER… Masters: I know it was them Jarred! Daniels: No you didn’t you liar, you just said you thought they were injured. Masters: Well whatever, these teams all around the ring, and the Champions in the back better watch out because look who are back and back for the Gold… TOTAL MAYHEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: What a night so far, and we are only one match through, join us after this break folks! *****-----*****
-=- GODDESS GAUNTLET FIRST ROUND MATCH *****-----***** Overdrive was certainly proving to be an amazing show, so far and now the last match in the Goddess Gauntlet for this week for this all girl tournament for the Combat Vixen Championship. Back at ringside following the commercial break, the announcer began to introduce the next match… Ring Announcer: “Ladies & Gentlemen, the following divas’ competition is scheduled for one fall and it is a the 1st round qualifying match in the Goddess Gauntlet tournament for the CZW new Combat Vixen Championship! Introducing first: from: parts unknown…LAUREN!!” Lauren’s music began playing throughout the arena, as quickly made her way out stage making her way to the ring blowing kisses to the sea of people here tonight on Overdrive. Just as, Lauren finished entering the ring: “Heaven Tonight” by HIM blasted across the titan-tron with the ring announcer beginning Sirena’s introduction. Ring Announcer: “…And introducing her opponent from: Hollywood, CA! SIRENA STARR!” Sirena made her way out onto the stage waving at the fans and looking beautiful, as usual. She walked down the ramp high-fiving some of the fans in the front row, before climbing into the ring. Sirena’s music died down, as the referee called for the bell almost immediately as it rang notifying everyone, the match had now officially begun. Both women stared one another down, before charging at one another with Sirena getting the upper-hand spearing her foe to the mat and then off-load on her with slaps and slamming the head of Lauren against the mat. Screams were being heard from Lauren, who fought back by using her leg strength to push Sirena off her causing Sirena to fall back onto her ass. Lauren then tried to re-group by crawling away heading for the ropes, but Starr was back up and ready for more as she jogged over to Lauren grabbing her legs pulling her back into the center of the ring, after a brief lift off the mat as the back of Lauren crashed against the mat. Sirena smiled to herself, as Lauren struggled to get back to her feet holding her back. Lauren was back on her feet, as Sirena clobbered her with a hard running clothesline out of no-where knocking, poor Lauren right back down to the floor. Lauren looked motionless, as Sirena took advantage of the situation and pulled Lauren a short distance away from the nearest turnbuckle. Sirena began to climb the top rope keeping an eye on Lauren, who still hadn’t moved after that harsh clothesline. Sirena was now on the top rope, as the fans cheered knowing what was about to come…Sirena jumped off the turnbuckle and successfully delivered her infamous finishing move: The Falling Starr! Sirena resisted the pain; she was feeling slightly in her stomach and hooked the leg of the lifeless Lauren for a quick 1-2-3! The bell rung, and her music began to play again, as she was announced the winner… Ring Announcer: “..Here is your winner: SIRENA STARR! *****-----*****
(Kimo Newton and Chris Ross are casually crouched down behind a pick up truck.)
Ross: Ok Kimo we are going to blind side him. You know the routine from there.
Kimo: Yea dog! Gonna jack his shit!
Ross: Get down! He’s coming now!
(The camera peers up to see Prince Puteis casually walking through the parking lot with his bag in hand.)
Ross: Ok on the count of 3... 1... 2... 3!
(Suddenly Ross and Kimo run out and attack Puteis from behind. They start punching and kicking him like it’s a street mugging. Ross picks Puteis up and slams him back first against a car door denting the door in. Kimo pulls out a tire iron and cracks Puteis in the ribs with it and then slams it down across his back. Ross smiles looking down at Puteis nodding his head.)
Ross: Mr. Puteis… You wanted to embarrass me last week. Don’t think for a second I wasn’t about to get some retribution. Let this be a lesson to you Mr. Puteis. DON’T f**k WITH THE KING PIN!
(Ross proceeds to pick Puteis up and slam him head first right through the side window of a parked car near by. Kimo casually opens his bag up and dumps it’s contents onto the street.)
Kimo: Yo Ross dog I found his wallet! Awe yea motha f**ka he’s loaded!
(Kimo walks over and pulls Puteis’ keys from his pocket.)
Kimo: Yea! Let’s get outta hurr!
(Ross and Kimo turn and start to head out of the scene.)
Kimo: Which one of these cars is Puteis?!
Ross: Damnit Kimo I don’t know! Just start testing the key on every single one until one of them work!
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- *****-----***** Towers: The Following contest is set for one fall. Daniels: Irish Ian Chadwick asked for this match. Proving himself to Cage Stryker and the X Division, what a better way then beating the former X Division Champion, Kiljoy. Masters: Ian lost my respect when he turned down the Next Generation, smashing that bottle over Tim’s head, that man is a fool. And the X Division isn’t exactly easy to prove yourself in. Daniels: Ian made his choice last week, and he sticks by it, he can’t be bullied into joining those guys, I mean look what those hooligans did to their former partner, Steve last week. Masters: Exactly, who turns an offer down from a team who broke a guys neck a few day before. Daniels: Ian has his reasons. And his opponent Kiljoy, we saw him last week inside this ring, actually attacking Lauren, the poor girl that he kidnapped for weeks. Masters: Beautiful Agony have been like putty in his hands, and Kiljoy still has control of Lauren, as we saw on Unleashed. Daniels: That was the most deranged interview I have ever seen, that creep will get what is coming to him. Masters: Well, I guess both men in this match have their own story, but now, it’s all about who is the best, Kiljoy or Ian Chadwick?! Suddenly ‘Tubthumping’ by Chumbawumba begins to play, as the fans begin to cheer, some waving their bottles of beer around in celebration to Chadwick. Towers: On his way to the ring, hailing from Buffalo, New York, and weighing in at 201 lbs…Irish…IAN CHADWICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ian walks out onto the stage, a beer bottle in hand. He runs down the ramp and clangs the bottle with each fan member that has one too, then jumps into the ring as he takes alarge swig and throws it to the floor. Ian then awaits on his opponent, wiping the beer from his mouth ready for action. The lights now go out as a static flicker is seen on the stage. ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Marilyn Manson begins to play. Towers: And his opponent, on his way out to the ring, hailing from Parts unknown, and weighing in at 220 lbs…MR.KILJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The static continues as suddenly Kiljoy is standing there, his hat covering his face. He looks up slowly as he shows off contact lenses, his red eyes glowing. He then laughs loudly as abolt of fake lightening shots down. Kiljoy then slowly walks down the ramp, laughing at Ian who stands in the ring. As both men stand in the ring, both men with their entrances over, the referee finally rings for the bell. *Ding Ding* - The match begins as the two men lock up. Ian grabs Kiljoy in a headlock, Kiljoy not with much fight as Ian quickly switches it into a headlock takedown. Kiljoy jumps out as both men get back to their feet. As Ian goes to get Kiljoy this time, he places his head in between the top an second rope, as the referee stops Ian from getting his hands on Kiljoy. As Ian looks at Kiljoy, the evil clown laughs straight in Ian’s face, the crowd booing. Masters: Is Kiljoy laughing at his opponent?! Daniels: He must find something amusing…This character certainly is one of the most unorthodox, unusual I have seen in a long time. Masters: And that is saying a lot, I mean CZW is full of freaks! - Kiljoy walks free of the ropes. Ian now a little frustrated rushes in for a forearm as Kiljoy ducks, kicks Ian in the gut and then drop him to the canvas with an Implant DDT. Kiljoy then crawls over to Ian who lies unconscious on the ground, Kiljoy looking into his face an smiling, then lets out a huge laugh. Masters: This man really must find something funny about this Irishman, me personally, I don’t see the joke. Daniels: Kiljoy may be strange, he may be twisted, but he is also a very talented wrestler, people may forget that sometimes. And Kiljoy finally with a cover… 1 - - - - 2 - KICKOUT! Kiljoy looks horrified as Ian kicks out straight after the two count, now getting up and grabbing the referee who looks scared to death. Kiljoy then lets him go as he laughs at him, the referee looking unnerved. Ian though quickly shots back to his feet as Kiljoy turns around, walking into a Northern Lights Suplex, he tries to get the bridge but Kiljoy quickly rolls to his side. Ian is now back up as he bounces off the ropes, and drops a fist drop. He doesn’t stop there as he mounts Kiljoy, then begins to hit right hands into his face, Kiljoy not even blocking, but still a freakish smile on his face. Ian gets up looking shocked, as Kiljoy rises, smiling to reveal a layer of blood filling his mouth. Masters: My God this man would still smile even if I kicked his pet dog out the bloody window. Daniels: You kick dogs?! Masters: Of course not, if I did, I would have kicked you a long time ago. Kiljoy walks towards Ian, kind of shaking his head as to say, no. Ian swings a right hand which if had hit, would have been a KO shot, but Kiljoy quickly ducked, now Ian almost falling to the ground losing his balance, Kiljoy athletically climbs to the top rope, Ian looks up as Kiljoy comes flying off with a Moonsault, Ian getting knocked down o the ground. Daniels: And that is another example of this guy’s wrestling ability, he is just plain unpredictable. Kiljoy goes for a cover… 1 - - - - 2 - - - KICKOUT! Ian kicks out. Kiljoy gets up pretty quickly, now a little more focused as he lifts Ian up. Ian though with a veteran dirty style move as he pokes Kiljoy in his red contacts right eye, then unleashes a combination of rights and lefts to killjoy’s body, knocking him back into the corner. Ian then places Kiljoy a tree of Woe position. The fans begin to cheer loudly as Ian winds up on the opposite side of the ring, then runs in…Diving Headbutt! Masters: I doubt that damn clown is laughing now, not after Ian aimed that head butt right into Killjoy’s parts unknown! Daniels: One nasty attack! Kiljoy flops to the ground as Ian swirls his hand in the air, signalling the end. Ian then drags Kiljoy to the center of the ring, then begins to climb the turnbuckle, Kiljoy still in pain. Ian sets his sights on Kiljoy, but all of a sudden the mysterious Kiljoy gets up and jumps up onto the second rope. Both men now fight on the top rope, Ian getting the advantage quick, although Kiljoy decides to climb higher, now both men balancing on the top rope. Masters: The climate must be pretty bad up there, and there getting light headed, either that or these guys are just insane. Kiljoy grabs Ian by the head, looking to DDT him off the top…but Ian reverses with a few strong right hands…then…lifts Kiljoy up… THE IRISH CAR BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - - - - - - HOLY CRAP!!!! KILJOY JUST REVERSED INTO A COULROPHOBIA OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT… Daniels: That was truly unbelievable, and Kiljoy just needs to cover here… Masters: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! 1 - - - - 2 - - - - 3! PINFALL!!! Daniels: A pretty unique match we saw there, two unorthodox styles meeting up and it was a close encounter. Masters: I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry about that one, luckily Kiljoy chose for me HAHAHAHAHA!!! Daniels: Okay you can stop that now William. Kiljoy leaves the arena quickly, looking out for BA and making sure they don’t sneak upon him, Kiljoy leaving through the fans. Ian Chadwick wakes up in the ring as the fans cheer him. He gets up, looking a little dazed. All of a sudden out of the fans, springs Tim Timmons. Ian has no chance to react as he dives into the ring, a beer bottle in hand as he smashes it over his head. Daniels: MY GOD WHERE DID THAT LUNATIC COME FROM?! Masters: First he puts Brian Kirkland through glass light bulbs, now he smashes glass into the face of Ian Chadwick, and he is busted open badly. Daniels: What is his problem? Masters: Jarred, Ian disgraced the name of next Generation when he turned their offer down, and went too far when he assaulted both Tim and Rob. Tim now grabs the broken shards of glass from the bottle and starts slicing the forehead of Ian. As security quickly fill the ring, Tim is taken off the bloodied Chadwick, Tim’s face now just a cold smile, watching as Ian screams in pain, glass in his face. Daniels: My goodness me, we better go for a break, we’ll be right back though folks. *****-----*****
-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=- *****-----***** William Masters: “This should be an interesting match-up. Coming to the ring first is Vlad Valo. This guy is big, he’s mean, and he’s looking to make an impact and he’ll use the current X Division Champion to do just that.” Jarred Daniels: “Valo’s in that ring and ready for Stryker. He’s testing the ropes elasticity and nonchalantly waits in the corner. He won’t have to wait long because here comes the X Division Champ!” The Pretender by the Foo Fighters hits the speakers and out comes Cage Stryker to an explosive reaction. He comes out with the X Division Championship worn around the waist. Fans cheer and wave their High Definition signs high in the air. Jarred Daniels: “Stryker slides into the ring and we’ve got ourselves one Hell of a champion and—WOAH! Valo wastes absolutely no time!” Assailing Stryker from behind, Valo launches himself across the ring and lands a powerful axe handle blow across his opponent’s back shoulder blades. Stryker stumbles forward and into the ropes, dropping his X Division Championship belt along the way. Valo strikes with a crushing blow once more, leveling the champ. Jarred Daniels: “Valo takes Stryker by the scruff of the neck and guides him to his feet. There’s a quick step by Cage and he whips Valo to the ropes. NO! Reversal and Valo whips Cage. Wait – he maintains his grasp and there’s a short-armed clothesline!” Valo nearly decapitates Cage with the short-armed clothesline and descends for a cover: One. Two. Forcing a shoulder up, Cage manages to kick-out before the three count. William Masters: “Valo’s keeping on the attack. He has a side headlock and is now taking this to the ground.” Jarred Daniels: “The ref is checking on Cage and Valo maintains that hold. His bicep is placed just beneath Cage’s chin and he has pressed all of that weight down on the X Division Champion.” When it looks as if Cage would be down and out, he bursts into life. He powers his way up to a vertical base, yet Valo maintains the side headlock. With a quick maneuver, Cage lifts his opponent up and slams him backwards with a huge belly to back suplex! Cage immediately floats over for a pin attempt: One. TWO! Valo pushes Cage off from him and slips up to a knee quickly. Cage reacts just as swiftly and lands a drop-kick to the forehead of Valo. The shot dazes Valo long enough for Cage to sling him to the turnbuckle! He follows suit and throws a clothesline! William Masters: “VALO DUCKS!” Stryker collides with the turnbuckle and – when he turns to face his evasive adversary – Valo strikes hard with a huge splash in the corner. The pure force of the splash drives the air from Stryker’s lungs and allows Valo ample time to pull Stryker up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. He emerges from the turnbuckle area, searching for an area to drop the X Division Champion on his head with what is believed to be a Death Valley Driver. Jarred Daniels: “Death Valley Driver!” William Masters: “Spike his head into the canvas, Vlad!” When Valo reaches the middle of the squared circle, he seeks to execute the maneuver; however, Stryker has other plans. He wiggles free and pulls Valo backwards with a crucifix pin: One. TWO! Valo completes the roll through and breaks the pin. Before Stryker can get to his feet, Valo has already reached a knee and dives forward – slamming a double axe handled shot across Stryker’s head. He applies a lateral press over the X Division Champion: One. Two. Stryker gets an arm up and uses it to ensnare Valo’s head. He shifts his weight and cradles Valo up for a pin: One. Two. Jarred Daniels: “—NO! Valo breaks the pin and both men battle with fists. They are to their knees and now up to a vertical stance!” Collar-and-elbow, both men lock-up. Valo steps through with an arm wrench and attempts a hammer lock. Stryker reacts with a huge back elbow to Valo’s face and switches positions, applying a rear waist lock. He musters a ton of strength and pulls Valo overhead with a German Suplex – and RELEASES! William Masters: “Valo strikes hard and rolls out to the outside to avoid any further punishment. Stryker is showing his amazing sense of ring position. Too bad he isn’t more powerful. He can barely out match Vlad Valo!” Jarred Daniels: “Are you kidding me? Stryker is showing right now why he is the X Division Champion!” William Masters: “—OH! Stryker to the outside!” Jarred Daniels: “SUICIDE DIVE!” Valo takes the brunt of the attack, being smashed into the guard railing. Fans unite with cheers of “STRY-KER”. Cage returns to his feet moments later, playing to the crowd and showing his appreciation for their chants. He later collects what is left of Valo and slams his opponent’s head against the ring apron! NO! Valo blocks and lands an elbow into Cage’s gut. Then, without further notice, Valo abandons Stryker and takes off into the ring. Jarred Daniels: “What is Valo doing?” William Masters: “Whatever he is doing, Stryker is giving chase.” As soon as Stryker enters the ring, Valo slips right back to the outside. The High Definition X Division Champion quickly follows, trying to catch up to his surprisingly quick enemy. Yet – again – just as Stryker leaves the ring, Valo rounds the ring and slides back inside. This time, however, unbeknownst to Stryker, Valo has managed to snatch up the X Division Championship belt! Jarred Daniels: “Watch out, Cage!” When Stryker slides into the ring, he is greeted by Valo. He dives forward, smashing the X Division Championship belt into Stryker’s head! The shot apparently busts Stryker open and Valo descends upon him like a vulture, hooking an outside leg, and applies a cover: One. Jarred Daniels: “TWO!” THREE! William Masters: “NO! DAMN IT! Stryker gets a shoulder up! Valo cannot believe it!” Dragging Stryker upwards by a front face chancery, Valo telegraphs his impaler DDT he calls the Terminal Sleep! Stryker counters with a Northern Lights suplex! He bridges! One. TWO! Jarred Daniels: “THREE! NO! WOW! Valo kicks out and just in the nick of time.” Both men take their time as they get to their feet. Stryker takes off towards the ropes and Valo waits for his return. Stryker bounds up and goes for a cross-body block! Valo catches him! Another counter allows Stryker to return to his feet and he attempts a high knee lift. The shot scores and allows Stryker the chance to lock in a front face chancery. Jarred Daniels: “He’s going for a DDT!” William Masters: “Valo’s trying to power out! He’s pushing Stryker backwards and—WHAT?! Stryker sidesteps and hooks that left arm. NO! Stryker has him prepped for the—“ Jarred Daniels: “—STRYKER DRIVER!” Stryker immediately goes for the cover after a successful execution of the trademark maneuver: One. William Masters: “TWO?” THREE! Jarred Daniels: “That’s it! The X Division Champion walks out with another victory under his belt. Cage Stryker has won this match, but what an impressive display by newcomer Vlad Valo!” William Masters: WAIT a moment…is that…Tim Timmons again, has this guy gone insane, he can’t get enough of ringside! Jarred Daniels: Damn this man, first he attacks Ian Chadwick a few moments ago after his match, and now he is out here, and Cage is like a sitting duck, that contest he had with Vlad must have almost killed him…TIM CRASHES INTO HIM ON THE RAMP! William Masters: Tim is making a statement here, and I already know what that is. Ian Chadwick thought he could take the X division by storm, well Timmons says no, it is HIM who will take it by storm, and now he will prove that to the Champion himself. Timmons is now stomping on Cage at the top of the ramp. He lifts Cage up who can hardly stand after the match he has had, Tim with the EXREME IMPACT DOWN ON THE STEEL RAMP! Tim looks around as he sees a cable from a video recorder. He grabs it as he ties it around the throat of Cage Stryker. The fans boo at him as he squeezes tight, looking at the fans as he smiles, Cage turning a blue color. Tim then begins to drag the X Champ up the ramp, kicking and punching him as Cage has no strength left to defend himself. Timmons then begins to push Cage towards the edge of the stage, wanting to actually hang Cage from the cable, choking him to death. Jarred Daniels: This has gone too far now, Timmons is just a maniac, what has happened?! William Masters: He has snapped Jarred, and unlucky for Cage, he has the Gold which Timmons wants. WAIT…how the hell is here still in the arena?! Jarred Daniels: It’s Chadwick, and by the looks of him, he still has glass stuck in his forehead, and maybe even in his eyes. William Masters: He must be one tough Irish bastard! Ian hit s forearm shot into the back of Tim as he lets go of Cage, now choking and coughing violently. Ian turns Tim around as he begins to bite his forehead, the fans going wild at the gruesome fight on the stage. Suddenly Vlad Valo comes walking down the stage. Jarred Daniels: We forgot about Vlad still being here…what is he going to do?! Vlad in one swift movement grabs both Ian and Tim by the throat, then viciously choke slams them BOTH OFF THE STAGE 15 FEET DOWN BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! William Masters: AHHHH!!! I think Ian and Tim just got sent down to hell by this monster! Jarred Daniels: And these fans love this battle, maybe these guys will meet at the PPV, who knows. We better cut to a break here, these guys need treatment and fast! *****-----*****
-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=- *****-----***** Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! "Symphony Of Destruction" by Megadeth plays through the sound system sending the crowd into a mixed frenzy of cheers and boos as "The OGT" Maynard O'Toole steps through the curtains on the stage, as a bit of pyro shoots off on either side of him towards the crowd. He walks down with a powerful purpose, taking heed of some of the signs in the audience that catch him as awkward. Maynard then enters the ring, staring up at the entrance ramp, focused, ready. *A few moments pass* "Last" by Nine Inch Nails plays through the sound system getting a somewhat familiar mixed reaction as "The Epitome Of Technical Finesse" Just Marsham appears, with his newly won CZW Intercontinental Championship belt firmly around his waist, He walks calmly and sufficiently down to the ring staring at Maynard the whole way down. He steps up the steel steps, climbing into the ring where he hands the referee his championship, the referee then taking it to the timekeeper, as Maynard and Marsham look ready to destroy one another. *Ding Ding Ding* Daniels: This match is underway! -Marsham and Maynard circle the ring before a collar-and-elbow tie-up happens, broken free by each other! Another one ensues! Maynard with the power advantage early on hits a few open hand shots to Marsham who retaliates with hand shots of his own! Marsham gets Maynard in a headlock, Maynard reverses sending Marsham to the ropes, Marsham holds on! Maynard not noticing this of course as he ducked down, Marsham hits a huge kick right to Maynard's chest as Marsham bounces off the ropes catching Maynard off guard with a vicious clothesline! First cover of the match! 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . Kick Out! Daniels: Not so fast Justin, Maynard is a former World Champion for a reason! Masters: He was a great World Champion, you have to admit! -Marsham picks up Maynard, collar-and-elbow tie-up again, Marsham lifts Maynard for an attempted suplex, COUNTERED by Maynard into a DDT! Maynard picks Marsham up after that DDT and attempts another one, but Marsham counters with a BACK KICK OUT OF NOWHERE FROM THE DDT POSITION!! Maynard, caught off guard, falls to the canvas holding his face as Marsham takes a breather in the corner before picking up Maynard once again, irish-whipping him into the turnbuckle, Marsham runs from the other side... MAYNARD MOVES! Marsham hits the turnbuckle with alot of force as he turns around into a huge SPINEBUSTER by Maynard out of the corner! Maynard with a cover! 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . KICK OUT! Daniels: My God what a counter there! Masters: The best Spinebuster in the history of CZW Jarred! -Marsham's holding his lower back as Maynard picks him up, drags him to the center, what could he be going for?! NO WAY! THE UNDERTOW!!!! NOOOO! COUNTERED INTO A SMALL PACKAGE BY MARSHAM!!!! 1!!!! . . . . . . . . 2!!!! . . . . . . . . KICK OUT!!!!! Daniels: What a smart tactic there by Marsham! Masters: Indeed Jarred! He isn't called the Epitome Of Technical Finesse for nothing! -Collar-and-elbow tie-up once again! Marsham goes for another behind the head kick but Maynard scouted it catching it!!! Marsham flips himself over onto his back as Maynard just lays rights and lefts into Marsham! Maynard then lifts Marsham up again yelling "YOUR NOT WORTHY OF THAT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!" but Marsham SPITS in Maynard's face!!!!!!!! Marsham taking advantage of the situation hits a vicious ENZIGIRI FROM HIS BACK!!!! Daniels: HOLY SHIT! Masters: THIS KID IS IMPRESSIVE! -Maynard looks out of it as the crowd go into a boozing frenzy seeing "Bad Ass" Matt Covey and Hellena stand atop the entrance ramp as Matt tells Hellena something that the announcers cant recognize, but after that, Matt leaves! Hellena starts walking down cautiously so that Maynard doesn't see her. Meanwhile, Marsham hits a series of clotheslines on Maynard as Hellena inches closer to the ring, almost in a sitting position by the ring steps looking at Maynard. She then springs up yelling "HEY MAYNARD, YOU WEREN'T GREAT IN BED!" Maynard obviously hearing this whips around to see Hellena smiling and waving, Marsham turns Maynard around quickly...ASSASSINATION DDT CONNECTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: That's all she wrote! Masters: You mean Hellena? Oh yes! 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Towers: Here is your winner, The CZW Intercontinental Champion, "The Epitome Of Technical Finesse" JUSTIN MARSHAM!!!!!! Daniels: Damn them! Damn you Matt Covey and Hellena! Masters: What do you mean Covey? He wasn't around! It was Hellena who provided the distraction, not Matt! Daniels: You say that now William, but I KNOW Maynard IS NOT done with Matt Covey and Hellena BY A LONG SHOT! *****-----*****
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- *****-----***** The crowd cheers loudly as ‘Headstrong’ plays throughout the arena, and ‘the Aerial Specialist,’ Krimzon Blaze takes the stage amidst his impressive pyro display. He jogs down to the ring, high-fiving fans on his way down before vaulting up to the apron and over the rope, entering the ring. He appeals a bit more to the fans until the music changes and ‘Swagga Like Us’ hits, the crowd reaction instantly turning cold as Big Nasty makes his way out through the curtain. He smirks slyly, raising his arms up before making his way to the ring. He heads up the ring-steps and climbs in, stepping over the top rope and arrogantly strutting up to Blaze, who does not back down or seem intimidated in the least. Referee Danny Spade separates the two and then calls for the bell. *ding-ding!* They go for the lock-up and instantly Nasty takes control, pulling Blaze into a front face-lock, wrenching on the neck a bit before raining down a series of forearms onto the small of the back, using his size and strength advantage to wear blaze down. Nasty quickly grabs Blaze by the shoulder and the back of his pants and HURLS him into the turnbuckle! Blaze crashes upside down into the corner back-first and then promptly crumples to the mat, right onto his head! Nasty makes a big deal of showing off his muscles to the crowd before moving back in after KB. He pulls Blaze up and shoves him into the corner, proceeding to choke him with his boot! Blaze struggles helplessly for a few moments before rearing back and kicking at Nasty’s supporting leg with both feet! Nasty manages to keep standing thanks to the top rope, but he moves away, clearly favoring the knee! Blaze takes a moment to catch his breath and then springboards off the middle rope, connecting with a 630 heel-kick! Nasty hits the mat hard and Blaze pops up quickly, the fans quickly getting behind him as he runs to the corner, dexterously skipping up the turnbuckles to the top, launching himself off with a corkscrew moonsault! The entire move is almost one big red blur, but it ends with Blaze covering Big Nasty and Spade diving to the mat to make the count! 1!! - - - 2!! - - - KICK OUT BY ‘THE LIVING LEGEND!’ Blaze seems a little surprised that Nasty kicked out, but he quickly moves back to his feet, looking to stay on the offensive. KB springs over the top onto the apron, sizing the big man up as he works himself up to a vertical base. Blaze from behind Nasty hops up, springboarding from the top rope! Nasty turns and catches Blaze RIGHT in the face with a big boot!! Nasty falls back from the move as well, his injured knee buckling from the force of the collision, but he crawls over quickly, covering ‘the Aerial Specialist!’ 1!! - - - 2!! - - - BLAZE KICKS OUT!! Nasty pounds the mat in frustration and gets up into the ref’s face, arguing the count. He glares at Spade before turning his attention back to KB who seems like he hardly knows where he is at the moment. Nasty hauls him to his feet from behind, grabbing him around the waist and HURLING him back with a release German suplex! Blaze lands face first onto the mat, rolling up onto his knees slowly and then falling flat onto his back!! Big Nasty paces around, still limping slightly, moving over to Blaze where he looks down at him for a moment and then pins him with one foot!! 1!! - - - 2!! - - - NO!! BLAZE ROLLS UP THE SHOULDER!! Nasty seems a little impressed, but he simply shrugs and pulls Blaze up to his feet, looking to set him up for the Nasty Bomb!! He hefts ‘the Aerial Specialist’ up, but Blaze sits upright, driving a rapid-fire series of fists to Nasty’s face! Blaze then reverses the move into a SPIKE DDT!! Nasty seems down and out, but Blaze is still very much in bad shape as well. Both men lay still for several moments before Blaze finally starts to stir. He pulls himself to his feet and steps out onto the apron and moves to the top rope, but Nasty is moving as well!! The crowd cheers as Blaze makes it to the top, but those cheers die instantly as Nasty makes a desperate lunge to his feet, reaching up and grabbing Blaze by the throat!! He glares angrily into the eyes of Krimzon Blaze and pitches him from the top rope with a super chokeslam!! THE LEGENDARY FALL!! BUT NO!! In mid-air, just as Blaze goes sailing over the top of Nasty he snags the big man with his legs, using the momentum to counter the move into a devastating SUPER HURRICANRANA!! The crowd in attendance bursts out into a loud ‘HOLY SHIT!!’ chant as Nasty hits the mat. He sits bolt upright, a completely vacant expression on his face before he flops lifelessly back to the mat. Blaze rolls to his feet and rushes to the ropes, charging back to his opponent and connecting with the HOLY SHOT!! Blaze hooks the leg of Big Nasty and the fans roar with cheers, counting along with the ref’s count!! 1!! - - - 2!! - - - 3!!!! *ding-ding-ding!* Headstrong hits again as Blaze gets to his feet, his fans all chanting his name and cheering for his hard-fought win. Blaze rolls to the outside and begins to celebrate with his fans at ringside as Danny Spade checks on the condition of Big Nasty in the ring. *****-----*****
After Krimzon Blaze's match, he is seen walking back to his locker room, one hand on his sore back. As he rounds a corner, he nearly runs face-to-chest first into "Bad Ass" Matt Covey and Jesse Montana, who themselves appear to be going to the ring for Matt's match. Blaze puts up a tough front, staring defiantly at them, then decides to try and walk on by. Matt suddenly grabs him by the collar and shoves him against a wall, lifting him off the ground so that his feet dangle in the air. The whole time, Montana is smiling.
Bad Ass: I heard what you had to say about me, Shit-stain! Telling Ryan Lewis that I'm a PARASITE, huh?!? I'm a JOKE?!? You know something...you're right...
Blaze, breathing hard with a silent anger, eyes Matt carefully, his legs still dangling in the air.
Bad Ass: You shouldn't have gotten involved, boy. I'm going out to that ring tonight and breaking one fly-boy's legs. You wanna go for two, little man?
Though it kills his pride, Blaze remains silent, realizing that in his current condition, he's no match for a fully rested Matt Covey, let alone Covey AND Montana. Matt finally lowers him to the floor, raising a hand to brush off KB's shoulders. Blaze pulls his shoulder back instinctively, preferring not to be touched. Matt grins...
Bad Ass: I didn't think so. Now run along, shit-stain. Next time that f**ked up brain of yours mentions my name, you better tell it to shut the f**k or keep those thoughts to yourself. Those kinds of thoughts can get a man...a boy like yourself killed.
Blaze's hands are balled up into tight fists now, yet he says nothing. Matt's next comment catches him off guard...
Bad Ass: Check nuts.
Krimzon Blaze: Wait...what?
Matt suddenly thrust kicks Blaze in the nuts with a steel-toed boot, an act which instantly drops the beloved star to the floor in agonizing pain, clutching his family jewels for dear life. Matt cracks up laughing as he turns and approaches the stage for his entrance. In passing, Montana spits on KB, making a wise-crack comment...
Jesse Montana: Hey Kabes... Looks like the Kode of Silence has chosen you!!! Come on Matt, lets go out for our match.
Bad Ass: I’m glad I had that warm up.
Montana blows up with laughter, KB still writhing in pain on the floor as the cameras cut back to the ring for our next match.
-=- SINGLES WITH MANAGER MATCH -=- *****-----***** DANIELS: Folks, we just witnessed one hell of a battle between two CZW originals, Krimzon Blaze and Big Nasty. However, as good of a match that was, things took a turn for the worse as afterwards, Matt Covey and Jesse Montana attacked Krimzon backstage, and he has been rushed off to hospital, hopefully the injuries are not too serious. And up next is the duo themselves, Covey and Montana…and this is simply going to be brutal. MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, brutal to say the least as former stable mates collide. Eddie Rowan is set to take on the bad ass, Matt Covey. DANIELS: Folks, this is not for the faint of heart, this is not for the easily sickened. If you don’t like blood shed, turn the channel right now because I promise you when this match is set and done, there will be more than just broken hearts. MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, we might want to back up, I think we’re too close to the ring, if they even use the bloody thing. This is probably the most heated rivalry I have ever seen and it’s just begun, I think they’ve broken kayfabe. DANIELS: You wanna talk about "breaking kayfabe?" this has shattered kayfabe, kayfabe is in a coma right now. Well without further adieu, let’s go to Jessica Towers, in the ring. TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is set for one fall. "Doomsday Clock" by Smashing Pumpkins blasts throughout the arena as Eddie Rowan makes his way out with Alan Fiscus by his side. DANIELS: Well here comes what’s left of the whole damn show minus Maynard, of course. Eddie Rowan looks more determined and focused than I have ever seen him. Alan, on the other hand, he looks a lot better than that of late but he doesn’t look to be in the same mode as Eddie, by any means. MASTERS: Well I can tell you for damn sure that Jesse Montana will most likely be involved with the actual match at hand so if Eddie Rowan wants a chance in hell of beating Covey, he had better smack some sense into Fiscus and bring him back to reality. He is in lala land right now and Eddie Rowan can't beat BOTH Jesse and Covey on his own. TOWERS: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred, five pounds, he hails from Seattle, Washington, being accompanied by Alan Fiscus….RATED E FOR EVERYONE……EDDIE….ROOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAN!!! Eddie signals to the crowd from the top of the turnbuckle as Alan just stands by the apron, hanging his head, slightly. DANIELS: Well this does not bode well for Eddie Rowan, I hate to say it but it seems as though he is going to have to fight both men on his own, even though Jesse is not wrestling in the match. MASTERS: Well Jesse always has a trick or two up his sleeve. "Die MF Die" by Dope rapes the PA system of the arena as Covey steps out from the back, cigarette hanging from his lip, and a sadistic grin on his face. DANIELS: Oh man, I just got goose bumps, Masters. That man is terrifying too look at, ice water flows through his veins. MASTERS: This is bloody war, Jarred, of course Covey has come ready to tear into Eddie Rowan and possibly, Alan Fiscus as well. TOWERS: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred, twenty five pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Jesse Montana…..HE IS THE BAD ASS….MATT…COOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEY!!! Jesse picks up a bucket as Covey dips his fists in and rolls them around, getting shards of glass stuck to the tape that is wrapped around his hands. Covey then proceeds to flick his cigarette into the crowd then rakes both glass covered fists across his chest. DANIELS: OH MY GOD!! HE JUST CUT HIMSELF ACROSS HIS CHEST. THAT MAN IS OUT OF HIS MIND!!! MASTERS: That’s no man, Jarred, that is a beast, he neutered cerberus, I saw it. DANIELS: Very funny, Masters. Well Towers has gotten the hell out of dodge and I can’t say that I blame her. Covey and Eddie are nose to nose and the referee has called for the bell. DING! DING! DING! DANIELS: The bell has sounded but neither man has budged, their eyes are locked hard on eachother. Covey has a huge smirk on his face as he blows Alan a kiss, what an asshole. Eddie cracks a smirk as well as he spits in Covey’s face and is now pummeling Covey with punches to the head. MASTERS: That was kind of funny, you have to admit, Covey blowing Alan that kiss. DANIELS: You LOOK kind of funny, you’d have to admit. Anyway, Eddie grabs Covey and whips him into the ropes, here comes Covey off the rebound and Eddie nails him with a drop kick and goes for the cover as the referee gets in place. 1! . . . . . . 2! . . . . . . DANIELS: Eddie Rowan pulls Covey’s head up before the referee could get to three. This is what I was talking about, William. This is not about winning a match, this is about redemption. Eddie wants Covey to pay dearly for turning his back on the whole damn show. Look at Jesse over there, grinning from ear to ear, he is a master mind, he is THEE master mind behind all of this. MASTERS: Jesse is an evil genius, look at him he is taunting Alan because he knows Alan is a basket case right now and Jesse is loving every minute of this. DANIELS: Eddie picks Covey up and whips him into the corner of the ring, Eddie backs up and makes a B line straight for Covey, he jumps in the air for a splash but Covey smashes one of his glass covered fists right in the face of Eddie Rowan. His forehead is busted open now as Covey straddles Eddie and begins punishing him with vicious punches to his forehead. This match has only just begun and already Eddie is baring a crimson mask. MASTERS: I would say that Covey is on the verge of winning but don’t expect to see too many pin attempts by that man. DANIELS: Covey stands up and heads for the turnbuckle and is now exposing it for his pleasure, I’m sure. Covey picks Eddie up and smashes his head right into the exposed turnbuckle. How much more of this punishment can Eddie take? Covey goes for another smash attempt but Eddie blocks it and elbows Covey in the ribs. Eddie backs up and rebounds off the ropes but Jesse grabs his foot, tripping Eddie to the mat. MASTERS: Alan had better sober up pretty quick if he wants Eddie to win this match. DANIELS: I agree, Masters, this has turned in to a nightmare for one, Eddie Rowan. Covey kicks Eddie to the outside and climbs out as the two men and Jesse are right in front of us. Eddie stands back up to his feet as Jesse bum rushes him with a clothesline, sending Eddie right back to the ground. MASTERS: This was over before it started, Jarred. DANIELS: Well that remains to be seen. Covey drags Eddie over to the Spanish announce table and wraps some cables around his neck, OH MY GOD…HE IS CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF EDDIE ROWAN!!! Jesse continues to taunt Alan, who is just standing there like a zombie, taking it all. Alan is not bent over down by the ring just a basket case, what the hell is it going to take….. THWACK!! DANIELS: ALAN JUST LEVELED JESSE WITH A VISCIOUS CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE!!! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM??!! AND NOW ALAN IS ON TOP OF JESSE, PUMMELING HIM WITH SEVERE PUNCHES TO THE HEAD!! JESSE IS COMPLETELY BUSTED OPEN NOW!!! THE PLAYING FIELD IS EVEN NOW!! MASTERS: BAH GOD, ALAN WAS PLAYING POSSUM THE ENTIRE TIME!!! DANIELS: You want to talk about an evil genius? That man right there, Alan Fiscus, just showed us all what an evil genius is. Alan is back to his feet now as he stalks Covey, who has just laid out Eddie Rowan with a DDT. Covey turns around to see Alan, standing there, getting ready to take Covey’s head off with that steel chair. ALAN SWINGS!!! WAIT NO!! ALAN STOPS IN MID SWING!!! MASTERS: I knew he couldn’t do it, Jarred, he has a soft spot in his heart for Covey and a hard spot in his pants. DANIELS: Covey smiles as he gets on his knees, pleading for Alan to swing that steel chair. Covey is getting off on this very moment as Alan continues to hold that chair in mid swing. Eddie gets back to his feet, he spins Covey around and nails him with a spinning heel kick. Alan just throws the chair down in frustration and walks back over to the fallen, Jesse Montana. MASTERS: Aww, is Alan sad again now? HAHAHA I LOVE IT! DANIELS: Alan drags Jesse over to the Spanish announce table as Eddie tosses Covey back into the ring and follows. Alan sets Jesse on the Spanish announce table and climbs up there with him. He picks Jesse up….. CRASH!!!! DANIELS: AY DIOS MIOS!!! RIOT PLEX THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! SPANICH ANNOUNCERS: AHHHH MI DIOS!!! AHHHH MI DIOS!!! NO OTRA VEZ!!! NO OTRA VEZ!!! MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!! What did our general manager ever do to deserve that? DANIELS: WHAT??? What hasn’t he done to deserve the punishment he is getting? Eddie is straddled over a fallen and beaten Covey and is busting him wide open and the sick son of a bitch, Covey has a smile on his face. I’ve never seen any man enjoy pain as much as the bad ass. MASTERS: Yes well he is a sick son of a bitch but you have to give him credit, he is a clever bastard. Alan is watching this and he doesn’t know what to think of it all. Eddie picks Covey up and yells at Alan to get in the ring. Alan gets in as Eddie continues to hold Covey is now pleading with Alan for him to hit Covey. DANIELS: Oh this is going to get ugly but will Alan do it, will he hit Covey? Alan runs toward Covey and swings but Covey ducks out of the way, Alan nails Eddie with a massive clothesline. Covey just stands back and laughs as Jesse slides back in the ring, Alan turns around…. THWACK!!!! DANIELS: MONTANA EXPRESS ON ALAN FISCUS!!! COVEY PICKS EDDIE UP… THWACK!!! DANIELS: BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!!! COVEY COVERS!!! 1! . . . . . . 2! . . . . . . 3!!!! DING! DING! DING! TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..BAD ASS…MATT COVEY!!!! DANIELS: BAH GOD WHAT A MATCH THAT WAS! Covey continues to celebrate with Jesse as the two men stand over the top of the fallen Alan and Eddie. “Symphony of Destruction” blares throughout the arena as Covey looks on, waiting for Maynard to come out. But the music fades out and Maynard is not anywhere to be seen. Then all of a sudden, Maynard pops up on the combat-tron, baring a huge grin on his face. MAYNARD: Hey Covey, remember last week when your bitch, Hellena hit me with that steel chain, costing me my match? Remember how I said I would get even? Well…. The camera zooms out to see Hellena, tied up and gagged to a chair. MAYNARD: We’re even, have a great night. DANIELS: BAH GOD! MAYNARD NOW HAS HELLENA IN HIS POSSESION, WHAT A CLEVER MOVE! MASTERS: This is bloody kidnap, somebody arrest that man. DANIELS: Folks, don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back. *****-----*****
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ *****-----***** Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our MAIN EVENT, and it is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!!! The crowd erupts in cheers at the announcement, and their cheers only get louder as “Rebel, Rebel” begins to play loudly throughout Edward Jones Dome. Pink, green, and white spotlights circle violently around the arena before focusing upon the entrance ramp. After a few seconds, pink sparks begin to emanate from the stage as El Pablo appears on the ramp, steel chair in hand, to a huge pop from the crowd. Jessica Towers: Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Portsmouth, England, weighing in at 205 pounds… He is “The Five Star Superstar”… ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! The Five Star Superstar makes his way down to the ring, pausing for a moment on the side of the entrance ramp to give one of his many feather boas to a young child before sliding into the ring. El Pablo is bouncing around the ring, pumping up the crowd while waiting for his opponent to come out. Jarred Daniels: William, El Pablo has been on fire lately since joining forces with Krimzon Blaze to form El Fuego, do you think he can be stopped as a singles competitor? William Masters: Of course he can! What has El Pablo done in all honesty to be considered a serious singles threat? Jarred Daniels: Are you serious, William? Have you really forgotten about El Pablo’s incredible reign as X-Champion? That’s not to mention his time as World Heavyweight Champion, something his opponent has never… Jarred can’t finish his sentence before “4 Words (To Choke Upon)” blasts through the arena, with the live crowd booing heavily right away. Shawn Waters slowly walks out, armed with a belt, brass knuckles, and a baseball bat. Shawn smirks, and then sprints down to the ring with an expression of pure hatred on his face. Jarred Daniels: Well, it looks like Shawn Waters doesn’t want to waste any time in getting this match underway, look at him charge down to the ring! William Masters: Why wouldn’t he do that? He’s made no secret about being held back by Team XTC, and I tend to agree with him on that. They did no good for his career whatsoever. Jarred Daniels: That’s bullshit, and you know it, Bill. Shawn has had plenty of opportunities with anybody he has been affiliated with, and he’s never been able to reach the brass ring. At the end of the day, he needs to focus more on the guy wrestling the matches instead of the people surrounding him, and I think El Pablo’s going to prove that in this match. Shawn dives into the ring, but El Pablo is there waiting for him. He goes for an immediate steel chair shot before Shawn could get up, but the plucky Australian is able to block the chair shot with the baseball bat. As El Pablo goes for another swing with the steel chair, Shawn spies an opportunity. He takes out the belt, and he cleverly wraps it around El Pablo’s ankles, immediately drawing the ire of the St. Louis audience. Shawn gets the belt together nice and tight around the ankles of The Five Star Superstar, effectively leaving El Pablo as a sitting duck in the middle of the ring. Shawn smirks as he begins to work over El Pablo, nailing him with a series of brass knuckle shots to the head before going for a pin… 1! … … 2!!! … … El Pablo somehow kicks out after a long 2, leaving Shawn absolutely incredulous in the middle of the ring. William Masters: HOW THE HELL CAN A GUY KICK IF HIS FEET ARE BOUND TOGETHER?!?!?! I CALL BLASPHEMY!!! Jarred Daniels: I hate to say it, William, but Shawn might actually have a brilliant plan here: If El Pablo can’t use his feet, it neutralizes his aerial attack, so that limits what he can do in the ring. William Masters: OF COURSE HE DOES, SHAWN’S THE SMARTEST f**kING GUY IN THE COMPANY!!! Jarred Daniels: Where have I heard THAT before? Meanwhile, Shawn continues to blast El Pablo in the middle of the ring with shot after shot from the brass knuckles. After six or seven more solid shots, Shawn decides to go for the heavier artillery. The crowd is booing madly as Shawn tosses the brass knuckles to the side. He picks up the baseball bat and stands menacingly over the top of El Pablo, and he raises the bat. However, as he is about to strike, El Pablo is able to roll out of the way, and he is able to spin himself around so that he kicks Shawn from behind and into the ring ropes. Waters appears to be in shock from El Pablo’s reversal, so much so that he doesn’t realize that El Pablo has managed to free himself. El Pablo bounces up onto the top rope and leaps, just as Shawn gets his wits about him… … MISSILE DROPKICK!!! … NO!!! SHAWN ROLLED OUT OF THE RING, LEAVING EL PABLO TO CRASH AND BURN IN THE RING! The crowd is booing madly as Shawn smirks at El Pablo before slowly making his way backstage. An incensed El Pablo quickly grabs a steel chair and goes off in pursuit of the Australian. Jarred Daniels: It looks like Shawn might have had enough of El Pablo here tonight, so he’s making his way backstage to quit the match! William Masters: You naïve c**t. He’s obviously got something planned, because he really is that damn smart. Shawn sees El Pablo catching him quickly, steel chair in hand, so Shawn picks his pace up considerably in an attempt to get away. The two combatants make their way quickly down a hallway, with El Pablo still gaining considerably on Waters. El Pablo gets within chair-swinging range as they round a corner… … THWACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! … El Pablo is dropped to the ground immediately, and he appears to have been hit with a bat of barbed wire, catching him square in the stomach and making him bleed profusely. The camera pans up, and the crowd boos loudly as Buck Evans stands over the Five Star Superstar, the Englishman’s blood dripping from the barbed wire bat. Buck laughs as he looks down at El Pablo, before Shawn suddenly comes running at him. Shawn leaps, and Buck is able to catch him. Buck then executes a thunderous chickenwing powerbomb, slamming Shawn down stomach-first onto El Pablo. Shawn had retrieved his brass knuckles from earlier, and he punched El Pablo in the stomach with them as he came down, giving his wrist a little bit of a twist in order to induce further bleeding from El Pablo. Shawn nods at Buck, who then backs away from the area to a huge chorus of boos. Jarred Daniels: What a vile, disgusting act from The Outlaw here. William Masters: You f**king hypocrite! Just a few weeks ago, you were praising Buck for everything that he was doing, and now he’s actually doing something memorable and you beat him into the ground for it. That’s just pathetic, Jarred, and I can’t see how you still have a job here in Combat Zone Wrestling. Jarred Daniels: I’m sorry, William, could you please repeat what you just said? I think you still had Buck’s dick rammed down your throat while you were talking, because I couldn’t make out a single word of that. William Masters: How… Dare… You… Jarred Daniels: Shut the f**k up, William, we’ve got some serious action backstage now! Indeed, the action cuts back to the backstage area, where Shawn Waters has pushed some wooden crates together, and he quickly begins to climb them. After a few seconds, he reaches the top of the crates. He looks down at El Pablo, and a purely evil smirk spreads across his face. Jarred Daniels: Oh no, what does Shawn have planned? William Masters: Shawn’s about to take El Pablo down under, that’s what! Shawn looks down at El Pablo for another few seconds, but he then turns his back to the Five Star Superstar. He bends his knees and then pushes off… … Jarred Daniels: SWEET JESUS, HE’S GOING FOR SAULTY WATERS!!! William Masters: He’s not just going for it, he’s going to hit it! Shawn rotates in mid-air, getting closer to El Pablo… … … EL PABLO ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! SHAWN WATERS CRASHES HARD ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR, CLUTCHING HIS BACK IN AGONY!!! El Pablo goes for the cover… 1! … … 2! … … 3!!! … … NO!!! Shawn Waters just manages to get a shoulder up before the clearly winded referee’s hand strikes the ground for the third time. An extremely wounded El Pablo is in a bit of disbelief at Shawn’s perseverance, but he is able to shake it off. He turns his back to Shawn Waters… AND HE TAIL WHIPS HIM, TO THE ABSOLUTE DELIGHT OF THE LIVE ST. LOUIS FANS!!! Jarred Daniels: El Pablo is still able to turn a potentially disastrous situation into a positive, kudos to the Superstar Of The Year! William Masters: What an insult that is from the Union Jackass. Tail-whips are only supposed to happen in the Pokémon video games!!! Jarred Daniels: …And you know this HOW, exactly? William is turning beet-red, influenced by both embarrassment and anger. He fumbles with his choice of words for a moment, before muttering under his breath… William Masters: I read it in a magazine somewhere. Jarred does his best to stifle his laughter, with the full knowledge that William is lying like a rug. Returning to the action of the match, El Pablo has taken a few steps back from Shawn Waters, whose head is resting comfortably against one side of a wooden crate. Jarred Daniels: What in the world is El Pablo about to do? William Masters: THIS IS MURDER!!! SOMEBODY ARREST THIS CRAZY MADMAN!!! El Pablo charges at Shawn, performs a Rolling Thunder, and when he springs up… … CRASHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! … Jarred Daniels: Did El Pablo just… Did he really just… William Masters: YES, HE DID JUST MURDER SHAWN WATERS!!! SOMEBODY LYNCH THIS MACHISMO MORON!!! Jarred Daniels: OOOOOOOOO-Kay, I was about to ask if he just hit the Jackpot, one of Ace King’s seldom-used finishing maneuvers, and he has indeed done so. William Masters: Ace uses that move as a finisher? PFFT! That’s absolutely pathetic. Jarred Daniels: It appears as though El Pablo has now used Ace’s Jackpot finisher more times than the World Heavyweight Champion himself has used it. Shawn’s eyes are beginning to glaze over as El Pablo quickly goes for another cover… 1! … Buck Evans has returned to break up the pinfall attempt, whipping El Pablo right into a waiting Big Nasty, who is holding a backboard in his hands. Big Nasty subdues El Pablo on the ground while Buck straps the backboard tightly onto The Five Star Superstar. Jarred Daniels: It appears as though Buck and Big Nasty are trying to neutralize El Pablo’s mobility again in an effort to wear him down for their master. William Masters: Wow, thanks for the f**king update, John Madden. Jarred just rolls his eyes as Buck begins to attack El Pablo once more, landing a series of vicious lefts and rights to El Pablo’s hemorrhaging stomach. Then, Buck pulls away for a moment, and he pulls out a whip. Jarred Daniels: Oh no, don’t do this, Buck… William Masters: Hey, that’s my whip he’s using! Jarred Daniels: Huh? William Masters: I mean, uhh… ANYWAY, back to the action, and Buck appears ready to crack the whip. He flicks his wrist, but before he does, El Pablo is able to somehow escape The Living Legend’s grasp, meaning that Buck hit Big Nasty with the whip instead. Big Nasty is livid with Buck, who is trying to apologize to Big Nasty and explain that it was purely an accident. While they argue, El Pablo is able to free himself, but he ends up right in the grasp of Shawn Waters, who has a wicked grin on his face… Shawn lifts El Pablo up… … Jarred Daniels: This could be all she wrote if Shawn hits this Brainwash on his former ally, and it would give him HUGE momentum going into his match at No Remorse II… Shawn comes down… … EL PABLO HAS LOCKED HIS LEGS AROUND SHAWN’S NECK!!! … HURRACANRANA TO SHAWN WATERS, SENDING HIM FLYING INTO THE BRICK WALL! EL PABLO DOES A CARTWHEEL TO POSITION HIMSELF AWAY FROM BUCK AND BIG NASTY, WITH THE FANS ON THEIR FEET!!! Jarred Daniels: WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE REVERSAL, ADDING TO YET ANOTHER JAW-DROPPING DISPLAY OF STRENGTH FROM THE SUPERSTAR OF THE YEAR!!! El Pablo feigns the EP FTW!, and Shawn falls for it. He ducks away, only to be in perfect position for El Pablo to hoist him up onto his shoulders… Jarred Daniels: The Team XTC theme may be about to continue here!!! I’m so excited, I may just- William Masters: JIZZ. IN. MY PANTS. Jarred rolls his eyes, and we cut back to the action, where El Pablo has a wide smile on his face, the crowd chanting “XTC! XTC! XTC!” . El Pablo tosses Shawn off of him… … EARTH-SHATTERING KODE OF SILENCE!!! The crowd ROARS in approval as El Pablo goes for the cover… 1!!! … … 2!!! … … 3!!! … … PINFALL!!! The bell rings, and El Pablo rolls off of Shawn Waters, completely exhausted. Jessica Towers: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR… ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (Ace’s Segment still to post)
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