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The shot opens to the back of the arena, Buzzsaw and Morgan Mayhem walk up to the door where the CZW Staff Member is standing checking people in. The pair stop but the Staff Member grabs the door for them without looking at his list.

Buzzsaw: What, not going to check your list this week to make sure we are BOTH on it?

CZW Staff Member: No need sir, you are both fine and I’m sure you are on the list.

Morgan Mayhem: Look Buzz, he learned…

Morgan walks up to the staff member and runs her hand down his face. He flinches as she touches him clearly remembering last weeks attack. She laughs and walks into the arena where Ryan Lewis is standing.

Ryan Lewis: I’m here now with the arriving Buzzsaw and his ‘Special Advisor’ Morgan Mayhem for tonight’s Ultraviolent Championship match against Jakob Mayhem, Buzz I have to ask what goes through someone’s mind as they get ready for a match like this?

Morgan hands Buzzsaw his kendo stick.

Buzzsaw: What goes through my head…very sick thoughts Ryan. Tonight I will forever end this feud with Jakob Mayhem, forever rid him of my life. The CZW has seen some violent matches, but tonight I will take it to a new level. The CZW Ultraviolent Championship will be the next crown jewel and show the world that when it comes to Hardcore Wrestling that I’m the true Icon!!!!

Ryan Lewis: This is a story book rivalry…

Buzzsaw: THAT ENDS TONIGHT!

Morgan Mayhem: See you soon big brother.

Buzzsaw starts to tap the kendo stick on the floor as he walks away.

Buzzsaw: Jakob come out and play!

Morgan Mayhem: Somebody better go and grab a ref, because this match will start as soon as he finds Jakob.

Ryan Lewis: That match isn’t scheduled yet?

Morgan Mayhem: Do you want to be the one to tell him that?

Ryan looks at Morgan and shakes his head.

Morgan Mayhem: I didn’t think so.

"Downfall" by Trust Company begins to blare over the PA, as the feed cuts to inside of the arena for CZW's 2010 presentation of Summer Showdown to begin. The camera pans around the sold out Madison Square Garden, filled with screaming fans anxious for the action to begin. There are many signs in the crowd, with some reading such things as:

"WE WANT JUSTIN MARSHAM!!"

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"THE JACKAL HAS ALAN'S NUMBER!"

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"STRAIGHT EDGE RULES!"

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"BUZZSAW IS AWESOME!!"

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"TATUM IS HOT, BALD OR NOT!"

-- "CZW 4 LIFE!!!!"

The camera pans around a few more moments, before the feed cuts to the announcer's booth at ringside. Jarred Daniels, who is wearing a neck brace, Shawn Waters, and William Masters are there, all wearing suits. As they get their cue, Jarred, uncomfortable but excited, welcomes the at-home audience.

DANIELS: "Welcome everybody to SUMMMMER SHOWDOWWWWN!!"

WATERS: "We have a JAM PACKED mega card for you tonight, here at the sold out Madison Square Garden!"

MASTERS: "Oh boy, I can't wait! Alan is going to finally humble that maniac Jackson!"

DANIELS: "William, don't even --"

MASTERS: "Hey, I'm sorry he did what he did to you, but he's still the champ. I have to be unbiased."

WATERS: "Unbiased!? You're the furtherest thing from it, Mary Poppins!"

MASTERS: "Oh yeah, like you're a paragon of virtue, Crocodile Dundee!"

DANIELS: "Well, I will admit to my bias. I hope Karl cripples Alan tonight!"

MASTERS: "How unprofessional."

DANIELS, rolling his eyes: "Ladies and gentlemen, like Shawn said, we have an action packed line up for you tonight. our Hardcore Icon, Buzzsaw, will fight one half of the one of the most deadly tag teams I've ever witnessed, Jakob Mayhem of Total Mayhem, for the vacant CZW Ultraviolent title!"

WATERS: "And we will hold our first women's match in almost a year, as half-sisters Tatum Regan and Lauren Caramazzi fight in a grudge match... a HAIR VERSUS HAIR grudge match!!"

MASTERS: "Oh that will be sad, two very hot women there, and one of them will have to shave their head!"

DANIELS: "And, of course, we will have Summer Showdown's annual event in the Ultimate X Chamber match, as X-Division champ Tim Timmons defends against five other men!"

WATERS: "Then a match not many expected we'd EVER see, but all secretly hoped to see, as 'The Five Star Superstar' El Pablo takes on 'Celine Dion's Favorite Wrestler' Brian Blaze in a X-Division dream match!"

DANIELS: "I can't wait for that one!"

MASTERS: "Let's not forget about the massive four way dance for the CZW Intercontinental title, where my man Brian Kirkland will successfully defend it against Alex Kaelin, Kimo Newton, and his own stablemate Mike King!"

DANIELS: "And of course our main event, with Cage Stryker as the special guest referee... that horrible human being Alan Fiscus puts the CZW World Heavyweight title on the line against 'The Jackal' Karl Jackson! Let's not forget the Finch and Sawyer factors, either."

WATERS: "But first things first, as we kick this awesome show off with a showcase singles match. One half of the #1 contenders to The Spectacle's CZW Global Tag Team titles, 'The Realist' Kris Kash will go one-on-one with Bad Ass Invitational finalist, 'Canada's Finest' Edward Croft!"

***
-=- SINGLES MATCH TO KICK OFF THE PPV! -=-
"The Realist" Kris Kash vs. "Canada's Finest" Edward Croft
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DANIELS: Alright folks, let's get this show well and truly on the road, with our opening match of the evening!

MASTERS: That's if Kris Kash even shows up this time.

DANIELS: Well, Kash's latest stint in CZW has been pretty much as turbulent as the rest of it. He started off with a real bang, having recovered from the injuries suffered at the hands of the man I'm loathed to call our World Heavyweight Champion, Alan Fiscus..

MASTERS: Careful Jarred, he could be listening! He's already done your neck in, who knows what he'll do if he comes after you a second time!

DANIELS: I know full well what he's capable of, William. Sucker-punching someone with absolutely no wrestling or combat experience, for one thing.

MASTERS: No experience? What about your match with Jesse Montana two years ago?

DANIELS: That was no match, that was a sham! And thanks for your help in that one, by the way!

MASTERS: It's not my place to interfere in Mr Montana's affairs.

DANIELS: You've done more than interfere in his affairs, from what I've heard.

MASTERS: And just what is that supposed to mean, you ingrate!?

DANIELS: Well..

WATERS: Ladies, ladies! If you two could hold off from making out with each other for 5 minutes, Kris Kash is already out here!

Indeed, Kris Kash has actually made it out to the ring for this match, as he stands dressed for combat, performing a few last minute stretches.

TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, the opening contest of the night is scheduled for one fall.. In the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri.. weighing in at 220 pounds.. He is "The Realist".. KKKRRRIIISSS KKKAAASSSHHH!!!

Kash makes little reaction to Towers' announcement, nor to the rather mixed response of the MSG crowd, choosing instead to just step into the centre of the ring, his eyes fixed on the CombatTron, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

DANIELS: A serious expression on the face of The Realist tonight, a man who has a lot to prove, both of his physical ability and of his character, after a "difficult" last couple of months, shall we say?

MASTERS: You can say that, I'll simply say he got his arse handed to him by Alan Fiscus, and hasn't had to guts to show up since, until tonight!

DANIELS: Certainly, Fiscus decided to make an example of Kash back in April, in a particularly callous and unnecessarily violent way, like only he knows how. This is Kash's first appearance on CZW TV since that occasion, he was scheduled to compete a couple of shows back against Alex Kaelin, but for reasons still unknown, declined to show up.

The lights go down slightly, as "Rock Bottom" by Eminem hits the soundsystem, the crowd popping big-stylee for their "hometown" competitor.

TOWERS: And his opponent.. from The Bronx, NEW YORK CITY.. weighing in at 228lbs.. "Canada's Finest".. EEEDDDWWWAAARRRDDD CCCRRROOOFFFTTT!!!

The fans continue to cheer, but for some reason Croft fails to appear on the stage.

DANIELS: Hmm.. well, we spoke about Kash no-showing his last match, now it looks like Croft is taking his time to come out here tonight!

WATERS: Some pre-match mindgames, perhaps?

MASTERS: For goodness sake, can't we have ONE Kris Kash match where both competitors turn up on time!?

Towers looks around awkwardly, as Kash just continues to stare dead-eyed at the CombatTron. Suddenly, a cheer starts to grow around the arena..

DANIELS: Hey wait a second..!

THWACK!!!

Kash drops to his knees, his body and face contorted in pain, as Edward Croft stands behind him, steel chair in hand.

DANIELS: Bah Gawd! Edward Croft! Edward Croft with a steel chair, right to the spine of Kris Kash!

DING DING DING!

Not giving Kash a moment to breathe, Croft hits the ropes, rebounding and dropkicking the chair right into Kash's face, the sound reverberating around almost the entire city.

DANIELS: GOOD LORD! WHAT IMPACT!

MASTERS: i think I saw a tooth fly out!

Croft leaps back to his feet, and takes a moment to look down at the laid-out Kash before dragging him to his feet. He tucks Kash's head under his ar, and executes a snap swinging neckbreaker, right onto the chair.

DANIELS: And a neckbreaker! Kash's head colliding hard with that chair AGAIN.. this match could be over already.

Denying the opportunity to capitalise, Croft instead rolls under the ropes to the outside, and begins rummaging under the ring apron.

MASTERS: What on earth is he doing!?

In answer to Masters' question, Croft swiftly pulls out a table, setting it up just in-front of the apron.

WATERS: Well, Croft talked in the week about how he was gonna destroy anyone who didn't believe he was worthy of being a top contender in CZW.. I guess this is going someway towards making that point!

Croft rolls back into the ring, and picks Kash up to his feet. However, Kash instinctively swings a fist, catching Croft in the stomach. Croft doubles over, and Kash hits him in the face, before hitting a sitout jawbreaker.

DANIELS: OH! But wait! Kash is fighting back!

Croft doesn't go down, but Kash leaps up and grabs him, whipping him into the corner, Croft crashing into the turnbuckle. Kash steps into the opposite corner, and poses for the crowd before charging forwards. However, Croft moves out of the way at the last second, Kash bouncing chest-first off the padding. Croft then grabs him, and hits a reverse STO, Kash's face smashing into the middle turnbuckle.

WATERS: But Croft right back in control, and Kash slips out to the outside!

Kash leans up against the barricade, but Croft instantly gives chase, rolling under the ropes and stimping down on his opponent's body. Croft then hauls Kash to his feet, and whips him down the edge of the ring, Kash crashing into the barricade at the far end. Croft follows up behind him, and hits a spinning wheel kick, sandwiching Kash between himself and the barricade. Croft then drags Kash over to the table, and goes to roll Kash onto it. BUT, Kash fights back, driving an elbow into the midsection of Canada's Finest. Croft staggers backwards, and Kash follows up with a flurry of right hands to the head, sending Croft reeling. Kash then takes a run-up, and charges, looking for a roaring elbow, but Croft ducks, and as Kash turns round, Croft nails him in the temple with a corkscrew Pele kick.

DANIELS: MY LAST RESORT! Croft hits Kash with that devestating kick, and Kash is laid out on that table!

WATERS: Croft rolls into the ring.. he's gotta be planning something big here!

The fans are on their feet as Croft stands inside the ring. He glances out at Kash, completely motionless on the table.. then turns and hits the ropes. He rebounds, and leaps up onto the top rope, pausing for a split-second before springboarding off and hitting the Serial Killer Air onto Kash, through the table!

DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! CROFT JUST HIT HIS FINISHING MOVE, ON KASH, TO THE OUTSIDE, RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE!!!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The screen replays Croft's daredevil maneuvre ad infinitum, as Canada's Finest slowly pulls himself from the wreckage.

MASTERS: That was unbelievable!

WATERS: I dunno how he's still standing, but still standing he is!

Croft props himself up against the barricade, attempting to get his breath back. He then slides back into the ring.. and instructs the ref to make the ten-count.

DANIELS: And Croft is telling the referee to count Kash out here!

MASTERS: Why's he doing that!?

WATERS: Simple, William! He's making the biggest statement he can to the CZW roster.. not just pinning Kash for a 3-count, but knocking him out completely!

The referee begins the count..

ONE!

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DING DING DING!

TOWERS: The winner of this match, by count-out..EEEDDDWWWAAARRRDDD CCCRRROOOFFFTTT!!!

"Rock Bottom" returns to the soundsystem as the referee raises Croft's hand in victory, a wry smirk spreading across the face of "Canada's Finest".

DANIELS: Well, the EMTs are making their way down to ringside now to check on Kris Kash, absolutely destroyed here by Edward Croft!

WATERS: He said he was gonna make a statement tonight, Jarred, and what a statement it was! Kris Kash, a former Intercontinental Champion, don't forget.. completely obliterated here tonight!

MASTERS: He should never have bothered coming back!

Croft hops out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp, glancing arrogantly at the fallen Kash as he passes. The camera focuses on the EMTs prising The Realist from the mangled table, before cutting to the backstage area with Jenny Jacobs, who is wearing a short blond wig.

***

Jenny Jacobs, interviewer is once again on her knee…er on the job as none other than Jakob Mayhem comes into the shot.

Jenny: “Jakob … … Jakob Mayhem!! Can I get a word with you?”

Staring at her like she is some kinda three headed freak, well ok she acts like she has three heads, just not hers, but he stops and lets her get near him.

Jenny: “Tonight you face a long time and hated rival in Buzzsaw.”

Holding up a hand to shut her up, he positions her arm so she holds the mic up to where he can be plainly heard.

Jakob: “Jenny, shut the fuck up before someone shoves something in that mouth of yours. Tonight I am going to prove a point with old Derek. For as long as I can remember, he has always said that he could be me one on one. Well the shoe is on the other foot now. You see Derek, I am by myself. I told Ezra to stay in the back and out of this. But you? You went and got Morgan to be at your side. Now who can’t do anything without help? We both know she will try something, she can’t help herself. With that being the situation, what are you going to say now? You see Derek, it’s on you. I want all these people out there to understand you aren’t what you claim to be. I want them to see that you are nothing more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You are just a scared little rabbit hoping that the snake you crawled in bed with will be enough to prove what a man you really are. But we both know it won’t. I am the better man both in skills and mental stature as well. Tonight it’s settled. I am tired of looking at you, I am almost tired of beating you down like a dog. But tonight, it’s on you Derek. Be the man you claim or you can shut the hell up and wish you were me. Be ready Buzzsaw, tonight I will dull your edge and you can’t stop me.”

Without another word, he pie faced Jenny on her ass and walked away as laughter from the crew.

This one is for Stevie and his Australian team:

***
-=- THE MONSTERS IN A MONSTER'S BALL MATCH! -=-
"Mountain Man" Joshua Newsome vs. "The Colossus" Garrett William
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Daniels: It’s time for a match that is truly going to live up to the billing. A Monsters Ball match that involves actual monsters.

Waters: One is 7’ 475 lbs. The other is 6’5 320 lbs. This is truly going to be a Clash of the Titans.

Masters: The clear favourite is Garrett Williams. He’s the bigger of the two he’s got Fiscus blood in him. This is his match to lose.

Daniels: You can not count out Mountain Man. MTM is a former Ultra Violent Champion and this is playing right into his favour.

Waters: Either way this is going to be a full on brawl and I can not wait to watch it. Jessica is in the ring.

Down with the Sickness by Disturbed begins to play as the fans boo and the mammoth Garrett Williams is on stage. He walks towards the ring simply ignoring the people around him as he walks onto the ring ledge and steps over the top rope to enter the ring.

Jessica: The following is a Monsters Ball Match. First, in the ring, he is from Wichita Kansas. He stands at Seven feet tall and weighs in at four hundred seventy five pounds. He is the Kansas Colossus, Garrett Williams.

Garrett raises his hands in the air as the people boo. Then You Wouldn’t Know by Hell Yeah begins to play as some of the fans cheer but most boo as Next Generation member Mountain Man Joshua Newsome is on the stage. He makes his way to the ring as well as Jessica Introduces him.

Jessica: His opponent, he is from Cleveland Ohio and stands at six feet five inches tall and weighs in at three hundred twenty pounds. Mountain Man Joshua Newsome!

Joshua Newsome is in the ring and him and Garrett get nose to nose. Jessica then leaves the ring as fast as she can as the referee rings for the bell and the two men are still nose to nose.

Daniels: Here we go two Giants in the ring as we are under way. Mountain Man is the first to step away from the nose to nose encounter as he bounds off the ropes and goes for a shoulder block as Garrett barely even budges. Now it’s apparently Garrett’s turn….

Masters: Here we go the Colossus bounces off the ropes and hit’s a shoulder block of his own as Newsome simply takes a step back. Garrett’s shoulder block did a bit more but not enough to take Newsome off his feet. Now Newsome is bouncing off the ropes and goes for a close line and Garrett this time takes a step back. Mountain Man bounces off the ropes again as Garrett goes for a close line and Mountain Man ducks. He then runs and bounces off the opposite side of the ring as he takes flight and hit’s a flying shoulder block.

Waters: Look at this Garrett is down to one knee. This is incredible I never thought we would ever see Garrett be taken off his feet. Mountain Man is feeling it now as he bounces off the ropes and goes for a close line. Oh but Garrett recovers and nails him with a big boot. Mountain Man is now off his feet.

Masters: The size advantage will come into play and we are seeing it now. Garrett is five inches taller and what one hundred and fifty five more pounds. Garrett is the clear favourite here. You have NEVER seen Mountain Man ever look up to an opponent. Garrett is in control as he is stomping a mud hole into Mountain Man and he is not wasting any time in taking this match to the extreme.

Daniels: Garrett steps over the top rope and he reaches for a table, he’s grabbed a few steel chairs, a kendo stick, a garbage can, is that a keg? I believe it is.

Waters: Garrett is grabbing everything that isn’t bolted down. He has a steel chair now and is trying to get in the ring but here comes Newsome, he hit’s a dropkick into the steel chair and into the face of Garrett sending the colossus crashing to the floor.

Masters: I can’t believe my eyes!

Daniels: I know, the Kansas Colossus has been taken off his feet.

Masters: No Newsome did a drop kick.

Daniels: That’s hardly that shocking. However Mountain Man is taking advantage as he exit’s the ring and he grabs the steel chair and he is teeing off. Chair shot after chair shot after chair shot to the back of the Kansas Colossus.

Waters: Mountain Man is feeling it he is in control. He places the steel chair on the lower back of Garrett. Mountain Man is now up on the ring as he turns. He starts running and takes off, and hit’s a big splash right onto that steel chair and onto Garrett’s back.

Daniels: Mountain Man is busting out everything, he’s even taking the high risks he is not known to be taking.

Waters: Garret’s back must be reeling. It is going to be awful hard for Garrett to pick up a man of Newsome’s size with that bad back. Now Mountain Man has Garrett by the hair and is getting him back to his feet.

Daniels: This could be a mistake but the Colossus is back on his feet. Newsome tries to whip him into the ring post but the Colossus is not budging. He then pulls in Newsome’s arm and nearly takes his head off with a vicious lariat.

Masters: There we go, Mountain Man had the advantage he actually had taken Garrett off of his feet but he not only let him back up, but helped him back to his feet. Now Garrett is taking control. He is picking Newsome up and lifts Newsome Up and body slams him onto a steel chair on the outside of the ring here. Now Garrett is choking Newsome with that large boot of his I love it.

Waters: I don’t usually agree with Masters but he appears to be right here. Newsome made a mental lapse and he is paying for it. Garrett has the Kendo Stick as Newsome is slowly but surely getting to his feet. He takes a swing and OH!

Daniels: He cracks Newsome right in the mouth with that Kendo Stick. Blood seems to be pouring from the mouth of Newsome as Garrett is not holding up and is continuing the assault with the Kendo Stick.

Masters: The stick is absolutely destroyed as he picks Newsome up and throws him back into the ring. Newsome is motionless as Garrett goes for the first cover of the match…. 1.…..2.….NO!

Daniels: Newsome gets the shoulder up but that doesn’t fade Garrett at all in the slightest as he is now choking Newsome with those massive hands of his. Garrett eventually breaks the hold as Newsome rolls away as he tries to catch his breath as Garrett is up and walks after him. Garrett now has a steel chair in his possession as he lifts it up over his head and brings it crashing down on the back of Newsome. Newsome is now writhing in pain as Garrett drops the chair and goes for another cover 1.…..2.….NO!

Masters: I’ll give Newsome the credit that he is not saying die. However, I think that Newsome, Mountain Man of all people is not only out matched by this Giant but also out classed because he is facing a Fiscus.

Waters: I remember a Fiscus losing to Godzilla Sawyer.

Masters: SHUT YOUR FACE WATERS!

Daniels: While my co workers continue to Bicker Newsome has pulled himself up to his feet with the help of the ring ropes as Garrett charges and hit’s a splash in the corner. Newsome comes stumbling out as Garrett grabs him and hits another body slam. Garrett is in complete control right now.

Waters: Don’t rule out Newsome yet, Garrett picks Newsome up and Newsome throws a couple of rights that connect but Garrett locks in a Bear Hug as Newsome appears to be in pain.

Masters: You would be too, I wouldn’t want someone who weighs four hundred seventy five pounds giving me a bear hug.

Waters: Except for your mom right Masters?

Masters: WATERS I SWEAR TO GOD….

Daniels: Newsome is fading fast and the referee is going to check in. He raises one hand and it drops. He raises another hand it also drops. It drops one more time this match is over.

Masters: This match is going to end.

Daniels: NO IT’S NOT!

Waters: Newsome keeps the hand up and he is fighting back. He is throwing some big rights and lefts and Garrett breaks the hold. Newsome bounces off the rope and is nailed with a big boot from Garrett.

Masters: Right when ya think Newsome has any momentum it is stopped immediately. Now look at this Garrett is climbing and his is on the second rope. Could the Colossus be taking flight.

Daniels: Newsome is getting to his feet and here comes Garrett.

Masters: OH!

Waters: Newsome just cracks Garrett in the head with that steel chair. Yes, Garrett is busted open and is bleeding.

Masters: Good lord that was a devastating chair shot now Newsome goes for the cover 1.…..2.….NO!

Waters: Garrett still able to power out as Newsome goes over to the table and he sets it up. He looks behind him and notices that Garrett is moving around. Garrett is getting up and Newsome is grabbing that Keg. He lifts it up over his head and throws it at Garrett nailing him in the head as Garrett is down again.

Masters: Donkey Kong Joshua Newsome just nailed Garrett Williams with a Barrel of beer!

Daniels: Newsome is going for the cover 1.….2.…NO! Garrett kicks out!

Waters: Only a Giant could recover from something that devastating.

Masters: Here we go, Newsome is stomping a mud hole into the chest of Garrett and now Newsome is in complete control.

Daniels: Mountain Man drops the leg across the throat of Garrett. Mountain Man is now on the top rope. Garrett is up on his knees as Newsome takes flight and hits an Ax Handle Smash! Garrett is still stunned as Newsome kicks him and brings him back to his feet. Newsome is going for a body slam….

Waters: HE DID IT!

Masters: I WOULDN’T BELIEVE IT IF I DIDN’T SEE IT IN PERSON!

Daniels: Joshua Newsome, The Mountain Man has done seemingly the impossible. He has lifted up and slammed Garrett Williams. Amazing! He goes for the cover! 1.…..2.….NO!

Masters: YEAH WAY TO GO GARRETT!

Waters: Garret gets the shoulder up. Newsome is now he is apparently trying to get Garrett on the table but wait what is this….

Masters: What do you mean what is this? It’s the Flawless One!

Daniels: What is Frank Finch doing out here? He has no business out here> Wait Newsome has noticed him and is bringing him into the ring. Frank is begging seemingly for his life as Newsome lifts Frank up over his head. He hit’s a Gorilla Press Slam on Finch right through that table. Newsome turns around and starts throwing rights and lefts onto Garrett. Garrett is still getting up as maybe that distraction was all he needed. Is Mountain Man going for Fallen Timber?

Masters: No, Garrett hit’s a knee to the midsection and he grabs Newsome.

Waters: Cross Arm DDT!

Daniels: Garrett hit’s the Straight Jacket DDT and goes for the cover. 1.…2.….3!

Down with the Sickness begins to play as the fans boo as Garrett raises his hands over his head as the victor.

Jessica: Your winner of the match, The Colossus, Garrett Williams!

Daniels: Thanks in large part to Frank Finch!

Masters: Finch did nothing but get thrown through a table for nothing.

Waters: He had no business out here and he got what he deserved. However is purpose proved to be beneficial as he got Newsome distracted and Garrett was able to recover.

Daniels: Wait, look at this Newsome is up and he runs after Garrett, Garrett throws Finch at Newsome and runs out of the ring and Newsome lifts Frank up, FALLEN TIMBER!

Masters: STOP HURTING HIM HE`S DONE NOTHING!

Waters: Look at this Mountain Man still wants Garrett but Garrett got what he came here to get the win. As he is backing up the ramp and this feud between the giants of CZW is far from over.

***

Off camera voice: Ok Ryan, in 3 … … … 2 … … … 1 … …

Ryan: ”Ryan Lewis here with none other than the brother of the World Champion Alan Fiscus, Sam Attic. Sam, we all know tonight that you are going into what could be the biggest match of your career here in the CZW. What’s on your mind with that said?”

The camera turns to show one angry face.

Sam: “Why do you do that? What is wrong with introducing me as me? Always as the brother of the champ? I don’t mind he is the champ, he got it the way it should be done. But this isn’t his time to speak, its mine. ME!! I am Sam Attic, I am the one who is going to take the X title from that slab of Canadian bacon named Timmons. So you can do yourself a favor and remember that from now on. I am Sam Attic.”

With a confused look on his face, Ryan blusters on.

Ryan: “F… fine. Sam, are you ready for what is coming? You are aware, I’m sure, that the opponents in your match tonight are veterans. They are tested and more than ready … … “

Taking the mic and literally pulling Ryan into the position for a bad night, Sam stops and instead kicks him in the head hard enough to send him rolling away.

Sam: “VETERANS??!!! WHAT THE FUCK AM I??!! A SACK OF SHIT???!!! I am a Fiscus, which makes me a star just by blood. I am a star waiting to go nova. I am the only other man in the entire company that can be the one to carry the world title. So that makes me better than you. IT makes me the one that everyone in the X Title match should worry about. Is that plain enough Ryan? What you can’t hear me cause I kicked your fuckin head in? Well when you see this tape remember this moment in time, cause it is the last time you will address me as anything other than the X champ. Got that? Good, don’t ever forget it.”

***
-=- FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH FOR THE VACANT CZW ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE! -=-
"The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw vs Jakob Mayhem
***

Daniels: Welcome back to Summer Showdown. The night has barely begun, and already the show has gone over the top!

Masters: It only gets better from here, Daniels. Especially with our next bout.

Daniels: You're not kidding. A "Falls Count Anywhere" match for the coveted and vacant CZW Ultraviolent title! As if a match of this calibre weren't enough, there's a long and torrid history of violence between the men competing for said strap tonight!

Masters: The twistedly vicious Jakob Mayhem. The ruthless and enraged Buzzsaw. This will be insane! There will be blood!

Daniels: The bad blood between these men stems from years prior to their CZW debuts. You can still find some of their bloodiest fueds on video channels such as youtube. And if you've already seen them, then you know exactly what you're in for with this match!

Masters: There's a difference, Daniels. This time around, Jakob's own sister, Morgan Mayhem, stands aligned with her brother's enemy!

Daniels: Indeed, it's personal this time, folks. Let's go to the ring with Jessica Towers.

Masters: We still have a ring announcer? Funny, I never really see or hear from her anymore...

Jessica Towers: This next match is a "Falls Count Anywhere" match and is for the vacant CZW title! Introducing first, from Akron, Ohio...Buzzsaw!

"Dead Bodies Everywhere" by Korn begins to play, the crowd firing up. Several people in the crowd are rocking Buzzsaw merchandise from previous companies, showing their cult-like allegience to their hero. Buzzsaw hits the stage, kendo stick in one hand and Morgan Mayhem's hand in the other. Standing atop the ramp, Buzzsaw thrusts his kendo stick high into the air, a shower of pyrotechnic explosions cascading around the CZW tron. The crowd cheers ecstatically as Buzzsaw and Morgan begin making their way down the ramp. Once they enter the ring, Buzzsaw grabs a microphone and returns his attention to the top of the stage.

Buzzsaw: I ain't waitin' all day, Jakob. Get your ass down here so I can do the CZW universe a favor and split your f**kin' head wide open across this canvas!

He doesn't have to wait long as ""Born in a Burial Gown" hits next. The cheers turn to boos, but the crowd's reaction holds no merit to the psyche of Jakob Mayhem as his enormous form appears atop the ramp. Looking like the devil himself, Jakob gnashes his teeth together, seething at the sight of his sister standing by his enemy's side. Jakob has a microphone of his own.

Jakob Mayhem: This ends right now! Morgan... Get your ass up this ramp and you wait for me in the back!

The crowd boos hysterically. Morgan rolls her eyes, taking the microphone from Buzzsaw.

Morgan: Um...that would have to be an emphatic "NO".

Jakob Mayhem: Morgan! I'm not playing with y...

Morgan: Guess what, dickhead? You're not calling the shots anymore! I'm a grown ass woman, and I make decisions for myself. Like the decision to..."valet" Buzzsaw. And let me tell you, I "valet" him very well!

Buzzsaw: Sometimes up to three times a day.

Morgan: Look at our faces Jakob. Do we look like we're "playing"? You better get used to it, I think you'll be seeing a lot more of us around the holidays and family reunions.

Jakob Mayhem: No! I will not have this! I will not...

Buzzsaw: Oh to hell with this!

Buzzsaw exits the ring, kendostick still in hand as he races up the ramp towards Jakob.

Jakob Mayhem: Hey! What the hell are you doing you piece of sh... *CRACK*

A kendo shot to the head sends Jakob stumbling around the stage, grabbing his forehead. Buzsaw methodically stalks him, nailing him in the back with several shots. Mayhem looks to be retreating, but there's no place safe to escape to. Trying to shield his stinging back, Jakob props himself against a guardrail. Buzz follows him, swinging furiously at Jakob who has to resort to covering his head and face with his arms in a defensive position. Undeterred, Buzz wails away on Jakob's arms, leaving large red welts upon the area of impact. Some one in the crowd yells "Take his f**king head off, Buzz!" Buzzsaw takes a step back, and spins the kendo stick in his hand a few times before rearing back for another shot. But Mayhem ducks the shot, and the kendo stick instead splinters against the skull of a fan in the crowd. The kid goes down like a sack of potatoes, instantly bleeding.

Daniels: Oh shit! That's a lawsuit.

Masters: We said there would be blood, but I never assumed it would be a CZW fan to bleed first.

Buzzsaw is checking on the young man's condition, signaling for some medical attention. Mayhem suddenly flies in from behind with a massive double axehandle to Buzz's back. Caught off guard, Buzz is easy pickings as Mayhem grabs his forehead, proceeding to bounce Buzz's skull of the steel guardrail repeatedly. Medics arrive swiftly with a gourney for the victim of the ill-fated kendo attack. But before they can help the kid, Mayhem grabs the two medic's heads and cracks them together, effectively taking the medic staff out. He then turns back to Buzzsaw, driving a kick to the man's gut, winding him. He grabs Buzzsaw by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Buzzsaw swings a wild right hand, connecting with Jakob's abs, but it isn't nearly enough to stop the monster who retaliates with a massive headbutt to Buzz's face. He rolls Buzzsaw onto the gourney and begins strapping him down!

Daniels: This doesn't bode well for Buzzsaw.

Masters: He knew what he was getting himself into, Daniels.

Daniels: Mayhem is a menace. He's already taken out two members of the staff, and a patron as well!

Masters: What show are you watching, Daniels? I know you saw as well as I did, Buzzsaw being the one who actually took that kid out! Mayhem is just playing a rousing game of "Anything you can do, I can do better".

Buzzsaw struggles under the restraints on the gourney, but lies unable to defend himself as Mayhem begins hammering away at his head and face. Mayhem even goes so far as to choke Buzzsaw viciously until his face begins to turn blue.Jakob pauses and looks around the arena for a moment, and then shakes his head, a malevolent grin spreading across his face. Suddenly, he begins to wheel the gourney towards the back...

Daniels: Where in the hell is he going with Buzzsaw?

Masters: Probably taking the trash out, I'd say.

The cameras follow Mayhem to the back or the "gorilla" position.Mayhom violently pushes the gourney down a small set of four stairs, which is still enough to cause the gourney to catch the floor, flip, and send the restrained Buzzsaw crashing face first into the floor. Mayhem laughs as he follows the carnage, lifting the gourney back into wheeling position. Buzzsaw's nose looks swollen from the collision with the floor.

Jokob Mayhem: Are we having fun yet, Buzz?!?

Buzzsaw: f**k you, Mayhem! Let me out of this thing so I can scratch your fu...

Mayhem runs the gourney into the front of a soda machine, busting through the plastic cover with the gourney and Buzz's head! The lights within the popmachine flicker and sparks of electricity are heard before the machine appears to die, smoking exiting through the whole where Buzz's head lies. Mayhem pulls the gourney away from the machine, Buzz's head coming out looking slightly charred as his body twitches impulsively from electric shock. Another member of CZW staff quickly tries to intervene, but Mayhem is quick to grab him by the collar, thrusting the helpless man violently into a wall and holding him off the ground by several inches.

Jakob Mayhem: Which way is the garage, punk?

Staff: Please! You've got to let us...

Jakob Mayhem: I said...WHERE IS THE f**kING PARKING GARAGE?!?

The staff members trembles under Mayhem's grasp, pointing a trembling finger towards the opposite end of the hall. Mayhem smirks before driving the guy's head through the plaster of the wall and dropping him like dead weight. Mayhem grabs the reigns of the gourney again, Buzzsaw sputtering gasps of air. As he wheels Buzzsaw down the hall, the cameras follow in hot pursuit. Suddenly, a metal garden rake finds it's home in Jokob Mayhem's back. Mayhem howls out in pain due to the five fresh holes in his back. As the camera man backs off, we see Morgan Mayhem wielding the rake! She pulls violently with the rake, ripping it free from Jakob's back and dragging it across Mayhem's skin, tearing through his wrestling attire! Mayhem drops to a knee, the gourney pilotless as it wheels into a wall.

Buzzsaw: Ouch.

Daniels: Morgan Mayhem to Buzzsaw's rescue!

Masters: What a harlotte! Turning on her own blood like that!

Mayhem turns to look at his assaulter, his eyes rolled back in his head in a twisted expression. Upon seeing Morgan, he snarls, popping his neck as he gets back to his feet. As he approaches his sister, she swings the rake, breaking the wooden handle in half across his large skull. But this only rocks the monster slightly as he presses on. Morgan looks around for something else to hit him with, but he's already upon her, his hands around her throat! She begins to sputter and gasp for the prescious oxygen she is denied as Mayhem's white knuckle grip begins to turn her face a deep shade of blue. Two more members of staff appear during the attempted homicide, grabbing at different arms. Mayhem violently elbows one in the face, and kicks the other back into a buffet table, all the while never releasing his death grip on Morgan.Suddenly, a massive set of black arms surround Jakob's head and neck, wrenching his neck roughly. Jakob finally releases Morgan to the floor, where she hits her head, going unconscious. Not knowing his assailant, Mayhem runs backwards until his attacker is crushed up against a wall, loosening the choke hold. Mayhem turns to find head of security, Casey Rogers, on wobbly legs. Jakob roars like a defiant beast as he grabs Roger's head and begins pummeling it into everything in damn near sight! Walls, floors, doors, El Pablo's "I'm going solo, f**k CZWshop.com" merchandise stand, a mirror, a toilet, and a baby changing station just to name a few. Mayhem even goes so far as to rip the baby changing station off the wall before blasting Roger's across the head with it, leaving the man in a pool of his own blood, mirror shards, and toilet water.

Daniels: This has to be stopped! Nobody is safe from Mayhem's rampage!

Masters: This is getting gooood.

Mayhem exits the bathroom, proudly bellowing a roar again.

Jakob Mayhem: Who wants the next piece?!? HUH?!? Who wants to f**k with the beast?!?

Voice: That'd be me, bitch-fist!

Mayhem turns just in time for his face to meet impact with a large glass beer bottle! Momentarilly blinded by glass, beer, and blood Mayhem stumbles about. But Buzzsaw isn't finished. Still weilding the top end of the broken bottle, Buzzsaw suddenly begins STABBING Mayhem in the gut repeatedly! Mayhem stumbles backwards awkwardly, grabbing at his bleeding stomach, still trying to wipe the blood from his eyes. Without warning, he trips and falls backwards over something. He barely catches a glimpse of the overturned gourney and the chewed through straps before Buzzsaw is on top of him once more, only this time he's found a staple gun! Weilding it like a boxing glove, he begins punching Mayhem in the head furiously, a staple injecting into Mayhem's face with every blow! The beast bellows in pain, trying desperately to gather his bearings so he can get back into the fray. But Buzzsaw doesn't look to be letting up anytime soon. Even more staff have shown up now, helping Morgan out of harm's way as Buzzsaw walks off in search of his next torture device. The cameras stay with the bloody mess that is Jakob Mayhem.

Daniels: This has gotten out of hand. I'm sorry folks, we assumed there would actually be some wrestling involved somewhere, but this is just a bloodbath. This isn't a wrestling match, it's a damn fight to the death!

Masters: Bloodsport, Daniels. It's good fun.

After some time, Buzzsaw still hasn't returned. Mayhem has finally managed to get himself together, having cleared most of the blood and glass from his eyes. He runs his hand across the gashes in his stomach, and they appear to be pretty deep, but not fatal. The big man gets on his feet, limping a small bit as he begins searching rabidly for his prey.

Jakob Mayhem: Buzzsaw! Where the hell are you, coward?!?

*BEEP BEEP*

Mayhem is suddenly clipped from behind by what appears to be Buzzsaw in a golf cart. The breaks bring the cart to a screeching halt as Mayhem drops to one knee again. Buzzsaw is quick to capitalize as he then backs the golf cart into Jacob's face, knocking him on his back once again! Buzzsaw exits the cart grabbing a set of jumper cables from the back. He hooks them to the golf cart, and then stomps Mayhem in the face for good measure, before attaching the other ends to Mayhem's nipples! Buzzsaw laughs maniacally as he heads back to the cart, flooring the gas pedal! Mayhem's face surges with pain as his body surges with electricity! He's in too much of a shock to even get a cry of pain out, his body convulsing. Buzzsaw gives the cart enough gas, that after several seconds of burning rubber on the tile, it actually begins to drag Mayhem down the hallway behind it! The cameras are able to keep up as the cart dragging Mayhem really can't go so fast carrying dead weight in such a fashion.

Buzzsaw: One helluva ride, ain't it Jake?

After a few moments of chasing them down, the cart comes to a stop out by the arena's loading dock which rests a good ten feet off the ground near the storage area. Buzzsaw stops the cart and exits, but what he didn't know, is that Mayhem had managed to actually stand up and walk behind the vehicle, the unclasped jumper cables in his hands! He swings them, and the metal attaching thingies, crack Buzzsaw in the face like a steel-tipped whip! Buzz recoils, but Mayhem has already begun wrapping the cords around his neck, attempting to choke the life out of him once more. Buzz reaches frantically towards the cart, a kendo stick just in sight... But Mayhem lifts him by his cord tied throat, and slams his face repeatedly into the hood of the golf cart, denting it's aluminum frame all over! Buzz's face has been busted open! A shard of aluminum having cut into his nose and cheek!

Daniels: Oh my God! He's carving his face like a Thanksgiving turkey!!!

Buzzsaw reaches desperately and manages to get his fingers on the hilt of the kendo stick as his purple, oxygen deprived head collides with the aluminum once more. Out of instinct, he swings it wildly, catching Mayhem in the thigh. Mayhem is quick to grab the kendo stick and toss it aside in the cargo area. It lands in a drum barrel of some substance or another. Out of options, Buzz isn't looking too good, his body beginning to fade. Out of luck or desperation, or maybe fate, Buzz's right hand trails off into his jean pocket. Mayhem doesn't notice, his rage and hatred concentrated on the snapping of Buzzsaw's neck!

Suddenly...

Wait for it...

*SNAP*

Mayhem's eyes widen like a scolded child. And his grasp on Buzzsaw's neck loosens, dropping Buzz to the ground. And then he emits a high pitched scream like an underage girl who's just seen a spider, or maybe BK in her bedroom. Mayhem begins to run in circles, and finally, we see an ordinary mousetrap tightly clamped onto Jakob's Mayhem under the spandex! Looking near death, Buzzsaw takes the cords off from around his neck, and litteraly drags himself back into the driver's seat of the golf cart. By the time Mayhem gets the mouse trap off his manhood, he is hit head-on by the golf cart. But the cart keeps going with Jakob Mayhem attached to the front, trying furiously to reach inside and grab Buzzsaw. Along the ride, they knock over some barrels and plow through some boxes. Buzzsaw continues to duck Mayhem's meaty paws, and so Mayhem has resorted to trying to actually tear the golf cart apart!

Jakob Mayhem: KILL YOU!!! I'LL KILL...

Buzzsaw: Blah, blah, blah. I'll see you in hell, Jake!

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Daniels: Holy shit!

Masters: He just comitted suicide!!!

Daniels: Can we get a camera on them?! Are they even alive?!?

Masters: I... I'm at a loss for what to say here.

After what seems like an eternity, a camera is finally sent down to the lower area of the loading dock. The cart is an absolute goner, torn all to hell in a beautiful wreck of twisted steel, plastic, and gas fumes. Mayhem is underneath the wreckage, pinned down by cart, and looking to be just barely breathing. Buzzsaw is crumpled up several feet away, having been ejected and thrown through a wooden crate which looks to have gashed or maybe impaled his left thigh. Neither man looks to be in any condition to continue the fight, but stubborn persistency pays off. Buzzsaw is the first to try to stand, but his bleeding thigh is obviously affecting his ability to walk. He grimaces with every step he takes. Mayhem, not to be outdone, forcefully rolls the wrecked cart off of himself and rolls over to his stomach, coughing up blood as he pushes himself to his feet. The two men stare at each other from across the room, and then simultaneously, yet slowly look around their immediate vicinities. Buzzsaw finds his kendo stick, having plummeted over the edge of the dock with the other barrels. He grabs it up.

Daniels: This needs to stop, damnit!

Masters: Feed them to the wolves!!!

Mayhem notices a large and pointed broken 2x4 near the golf cart's wreckage. He grabs it up in his shaking hands, finding it to be somewhat soaked in gasoline from the golf cart. Buzsaw notices some kind of film on his kendo stick, and brings it close for sniffing inspection.

Buzzsaw: Oil...

Buzzsaw goes into his pocket once more and retrieves a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Putting a cigarette in his mouth, he lights it and takes a drag before touching it to his kendo stick, setting it ablaze! Mayhem pauses in his tracks, but doesn't look afraid. Buzzsaw exhales a plume of smoke and then tosses his lighter across the room, where it lands in Mayhem's hands. Mayhem nods and lights his 2x4 on fire!

Daniels: No, damnit! This is...

*smack*

Masters: If you don't shut up and let me enjoy this match, Daniels, I'll hit you again!

Both men broken, both weapons ablaze, begin to circle one another.

Buzzsaw: It always comes down to this, don't it Jake?

Jakob Mayhem: Born in fire, die by fire.

Then, like samurai, they charge one another as fast as their maimed legs will carry them. And in one beautiful display of violence, their weapons collide against each other's faces in an explosion of flames, wood, and smoldering debree!!! Buzzsaw collapses to his knees, fire burning the side of his face that wasn't cut earlier. And then he collapses face first on the solid concrete floor. Mayhem's hair is still burning as he releases a triumphant laugh, before toppling backwards onto the floor as well. Emergency personel quickly jump on the scene, trying to get the fires out on both men. The fight looks like it may just be a "no contest". But then, amidst the working paramedics, the sound of boots clicking against the pavement, echoes. Somebody is making his or her way through the crowd, which now includes Jesse Montana and several members of the CZW board of directors. The paramedics are shoved aside, and a random referee is dropped on the ground as though he had been carried.

Daniels: What the?

*smack*

Masters: I warned you!

Suddenly, a steel toed boot and denim jeans come into view. As the camera pans upward, "Bad Ass" Matt Covey stands above the carnage, a wicked smirk on his face. Jesse Montana tries to take control of the situation.

Jesse Montana: I don't know why you're here, Matt. But this area as of right now, is off limits to all talent. Get out of here.

Bad Ass: Don't get your panties in a bunch, Tex. I'm just here to see this one through to the end.

He shoves Montana aside and approaches the unconscious form of Buzzsaw. He kicks a paramedic in the head, and throws another out of his way. He then grabs Buzzsaw's arm and drags him across the floor, until he finally releases him, with an arm draped over the comatose form of Jaokb Mayhem. The referee refuses to make a call, until Matt pulls out a pocket knife and digs it into the referee's neck viciously. Montana nearly goes berserk as the board of directors whisper amongst themselves the kind of people Jesse Montana employs.

Jesse Montana: Covey! If you don't get out of here right now, I'll...

Matt brandishes the knife in Jesse's direction.

Bad Ass: Back off, Montana! If this bitch will just do his damn job, nobody else has to get hurt here! Now count the pin fall if you want your vocal chords to work in your throat come tomorrow!

The referee relectuntly makes the count.

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Jessica Towers: Here is your winner, and the NEW CZW Ultraviolent champion..."The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw!!!

The crowd explodes into cheers as the arena gives a standing ovation to the carnage they have just witnessed. "Dead Bodies Everywhere" plays once more as two ambulances arrive, loading up Mayhem and Buzzsaw seperately.

Daniels: What in the hell?!? Matt Covey shows his face and Buzzsaw wins the belt!

Masters: That's blasphemy!!! He had no right sticking his nose in their affair!

Daniels: I know he was pulling for Buzzsaw in his Bad Ass Invitational, but Buzz was eliminated from that a few shows ago. What could his stake in Buzz's win be? And why?

Masters: Well it doesn't look like he stuck around long enough to answer any questions. He's fled the scene as fast as he came!

Daniels: Not quite. I'm getting word from the back that Jenny Jacobs and a camera have caught up with Matt Covey near the parking lot.

*feed cuts to the back*

Jenny Jacobs: Matt! Matt Covey!

Matt stops in his tracks, an already lit cigarette in his hand as he arrives at his '71 black and chrome dodge charger.

Bad Ass: What's up, skinhead?

Jenny Jacobs: Why did you just interfere in the Ultraviolent title match? What is your angle here?

Bad Ass: Angle? Nah, this ain't TNA. Their ain't no angle here. Let's just say the right man one and leave it at that, shall we?

And then without another word, Matt enters his car and squeels tires, leaving Jenny Jacobs and the CZW universe with even more questions.

***

The backstage area is buzzing with wrestlers preparing for their match-ups; working out, getting themselves pumped. Suddenly, in comes a man. A tall, portly man in his early thirties, scars all over his body. His smile says "hey, how are you, it's nice to meet you, now I'm going to beat you up." Nobody dares to go near him. Who is this man? Well....he's CZW's new recruit.

He walks down a narrow hallway to a CZW interviewer. The man is very eager to get his job done by interviewing the newest addition to Combat Zone Wrestling. Anyways, he'd better not mess up, or he's going to get some. The cameras turn on, and it's showtime, baby!

Ryan Lewis: Ladies and gentleman, I am proud to introduce at this time the newest recruit to the Combat Zone Wrestling roster - Waylon Krew!

Mr. Krew has a slight grin to his face, smoothing his goatee upon his face, studying the mechanics of the man's voice. Not too bad, Mr. Lewis.

Lewis: Now, Mr. Krew, what are your goals in CZW?

Waylon studies him, then grabs the microphone out of his hand, but with a nice grin on his face so it didn't seem...as rude.

{-Weed Wackin | Waylon Krew-}
First of all, Mr. Krew is the guy buried next to my mother. My name is Wackin' Waylon, short for the infamous name "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew. Why am I Weed Wackin? Because I wrestled all over Japan in many hardcore corporations and trust me, it has left scars. Although the thing I always love to do is whip out the weed wacker. Oh boy, you should see me slicing open their guts and lettin' the blood fl....I'm sorry, I'm getting carried away. I'm in love with this "deathmatch" concept. Of course I understand CZW has rules...not that I actually care about them, but will reluctantly obey them...kind of...for the time being...mostly. Anyways, my goals in CZW? Perfectly crystal clear....I'm going into enter the ring, render my opponent in a coma, and leave. I do hope that satisfies management, and...hey...I know it'll satisfy the fans!

The sound of the crowd is heard cheering back in the arena.

{-Weed Wackin | Waylon Krew-}
My dream in life was to put my body on the line every damn day. I never backed down from a fight, and I never will. I was chosen to become part of this company because they know and I know I will be the heart and soul of this company! I have given everything for this business, from my education opportunities back in D.C. to scrapes of my flesh. I'm big, I'm tall, and I'm ready to kick some ass! Watch out CZW....because Weed Wackin Waylon is in the house.

Krew shoves the microphone back to the interviewer, who simply gawks in respect. Yes, this certainly shall be interesting.

***
-=- HAIR VS. HAIR WOMEN'S GRUDGE MATCH! -=-
Tatum Regan (w/ Mike Monroe) vs Lauren Caramazzi (w/ Jacob Havok)
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Daniels: Here we go folks! This match has been hyped up quite strongly for the past month. Lauren Caramazzi vs. Tatum Regan...and the loser will have her head shaved!

“I’m So Sick” by Flyleaf hits. Lauren Caramazzi walks to the ring, Jacob Havok holding her hand and whispering advice to her.

Towers: On her way to the ring from Tiffin, Ohio...accompanied by Jacob Havok...Lauren Caramazzi!

Lauren and Jacob enter the ring as “I Get Off” by Halestorm hits. Tatum Regan wastes no time coming to the ring, Mike Monroe reluctantly following, TV title on his shoulder.

Towers: On her way to the ring from Tiff...Oh!

Tatum rolls into the ring and starts striking Lauren, interrupting Towers’ introduction. The two sisters grapple on the ground, trying to strike wherever they can. The ref separates them so the match can officially start. Havok stares across the ring at Mike, who is looking away. Lauren and Tatum go back to their corners. The ref rings the bell, signalling the official start of the match. Tatum rushes at Lauren and begins striking her around the head. Lauren, in defence, lands a kick to the knee. Lauren then stops Tatum in her tracks with a headlock takedown! Lauren begins viciously kicking Tatum.

Waters: Dayum...Tatum is getting nailed right now!

Masters: I doubt that’s the first time...

Daniels: Huh, yeah...just ask her about last night!

Masters and Waters look at Daniels, before bursting out in laughter!

Masters: What-haha-what did you just say?

Waters: Ahahaha! Everyone knows your type Daniels...and Tatum doesn’t fit!

Masters: Yeah...her chest isn’t flat, her voice isn’t deep...and she’s clean-shaven!

Waters: I’ll bet she is. ;)

Masters and Waters continue their raucous laughter as Daniels, still fuming, turns back to the action.

Lauren has Tatum locked in a headlock. She lets go and stands up. Tatum climbs back to her feet. She ducks Lauren’s spinning kick and connects with a c**t punt!

Waters: Would...would that hurt?

Masters: Only if you are Chyna...

Lauren massages her sore groin, causing all the guys in the front row to have a simultaneous orgasm. Tatum uses the distraction to land a DDT. She covers...

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Tatum grins. She grabs a chunk of Lauren’s hair and starts pulling! Lauren, screaming, stands up and is dragged to the corner by Tatum. Tatum slams her face into the top turnbuckle. And again...and again!

Masters: that’s four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten! Ten times...

Waters: AhAhAh!

Masters: What was that?

Waters: The Count...Sesame Street...

Masters: *facepalm*

Taum allows Lauren to stagger out of the corner. She rolls her up!

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Tatum knows she is in control of her sister. She gets in position for the Unholy Driver. Lauren stands. Tatum grabs Lauren, but Lauren is ready and spins behind Tatum. She dropkicks Tatum, who stumbles and lands on the second rope. She is face to face with Havok, who slaps her! He grins and looks at Mike, who stares angrily, but makes no movement. Tatum does, though, connecting with a massive slap of her own. She stands up and again ducks Lauren’s kick! She then connects with the Corrosion of Reality! Tatum laughs and covers her sister...

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Tatum wins!

Waters: And that’s it...Lauren Caramazzi is going bald!

Masters: What a travesty!

Daniels: It’s what she deserved!

Waters: Well...here it goes...Tatum is dragging Lauren up the ramp to the chair!

Masters: Wait...what is Havok doing?

Daniels: Quick Monroe...get him!

Havok grabs Tatum from behind and lifts her up onto his shoulders. He walks up the ramp backwards, hoping for Mike to attack. When Mike doesn’t, he drops Tatum and sprints to the ring. Mike shakes his head and tries to avoid a fight, but Havok spears him. Meanwhile, Tatum and Lauren both get to their feet. Lauren starts to run backstage, but Tatum grabs a handful of hair, causing Lauren to hit the ground hard. Tatum looks at the handful of hair that was torn from Lauren’s head and smiles sinisterly. She walks to Lauren and picks her up...BUT LAUREN RAKES THE EYES!

Daniels: Lauren...just take what you agreed to!

Tatum turns around, trying to recover her vision. Lauren takes the chance to connect with her reverse roundhouse kick to the back of the head! Lauren laughs...

Waters: That laugh scares the hell out me...

Masters: Why...because it usually goes along with evil intentions...

Waters: No...it sounds like Ashley Valentine used to laugh before she’d tie me to the bedpost...

Daniels and Masters: o_0

Lauren places the limp body of Tatum Regan in the chair and straps her in, preventing escape. She grabs the hair clippers, which now have Lauren’s name carved into the side...

Daniels: No...this can’t be happening...Tatum won this match fair and square! Someone come and save her!

Suddenly, Jenny Jacobs runs out from backstage, wigless. Lauren drops the shearers and prepares for a fight. But Jenny stops at Lauren...and hugs her! Jenny mouths ‘thank you’ to Lauren before picking up the shearers. She shaves off a chunk of hair and hands them back to Lauren.

Daniels: WHAT?

Jacobs: Just accept it Tatum...you’ll be better off from it! I thought I could never show my face in public after Lauren and Jacob shaved my head! But it lead me right to Brian Kirkland and Youthful Aggression! They showed me that real beauty comes from the inside...a clean soul is much more attractive than some makeup and hair extensions! Thank you Lauren!

Lauren begins shearing the head of Tatum, laughing evilly the whole time. Jenny Jacobs smiles and leaves the stage as the fans boo!

Daniels: This isn’t fair! They’ve got Jenny Jacobs on their side as well?

Masters: Tatum may have won the match...but looks like Lauren and crew won the war here...

Waters: And Monroe is still trapped in the ring...

Havok lifts Monroe up and connects with a DIFH, leaving Monroe lying in the center of the ring! Lauren stands on the top of the ramp, the now bald Tatum Regan still unconscious in the chair. Jenny has gone back to the back. She tucks a small chunk of Tatum’s hair into a pocket and smiles at Havok.

Masters: Well...it’s a happy day for this couple...

Daniels: I’m sickened by both of them!

Waters: I try not to take sides...but that bitch can kick! I’m still feeling it...I hope they get their comeuppance soon!

Daniels: THAT MIGHT BE RIGHT NOW!!!

Lauren’s smile turns to a look of shock as Rob Wright appears behind Havok!

Havok slowly turns around, and has a look of confusion as Rob, wearing his tie dye wrestling tights and having his MITB briefcase, as always, in his hand, just smiles.

Daniels: Rob kicks Jacob hard in the gut, drops the case, and begins punching at him!

Masters: What is wrong with you, Rob Wright!

Waters: Havok high tails it out of the ring, completely shocked and pissed that Rob has surprised attacked him here... he walks back up the ramp, and joins Lauren as both of them look back in the ring at Rob standing in front of the fallen Mike, talking trash back to him.

Daniels: Well Rob doing the right thing here, this is NOT Mike or Tatum's night. Havok looks at Rob and just gives him a look like 'how dare you interfere in my affairs.' Rob just shrugs at him, and waves him off as if to say get out of here. Rob turns around and starts helping up Mike. Rob's return is a great one, as he did the right thing here helpin---

Masters: What!?

Waters: What the DEUCE!? Rob just kicked Mike hard in the gut! He's... oh shit! HE'S CALLING FOR A REFEREE!!!!

Daniels: HE'S GOING TO CASH IN HIS MONEY IN THE BANK!! NOT THIS WAY, ROB!!!

Masters: This is brilliant! And you thought Mike and Tatum's night was bad already! Look at Jacob and Lauren, both of them just laughing to each other as they see what Rob is doing...I am loving this!

Waters: The referee reluctantly rings the bell, and the crowd is in shock! Rob gets Mike in a reverse DDT position... THE WRIGHT STUFF!

Daniels: Now Rob leaps to the top rope... now this is just insult to injury here, Mike is out! THE WRIGHT FLIGHT! He connects perfectly!

* THUD *

Masters: He covers!!

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* DING DING DING *

TOWERS, also reluctantly: "The _NEW_ CZW World Television champion... The Real Deal... ROB WRIGHT!!!"

"In The End" by Linkin Park plays as the title is handed to Rob, and the crowd is booing. Rob just shrugs at them, and mouths 'nothing personal.' Jacob and Lauren are laughing still as Tatum awoke just in time to see what was happening. She screams for Mike, and Lauren just laughs and points at her.

Daniels: Oh thank God!

Masters: No! McNally is here, and Jacob and Lauren high tail it out of there! Rob looks and sees him, alarmed... Rob grabs the title, leaves the case, and exits through the crowd! Now Eddie, Johnny and Brian are there, and they begin helping Tatum out of the chair. Eddie jogs down to the ring to check on Mike, as the crowd is shocked and there is an uncomfortable feeling in the air.

Daniels: Let's go to the X-Division video package, as we get things cleared out here and the cage lowered. This is just a travesty. Poor Mike.

Masters: Boo hoo, poor Mike my ass. He knows how it is in CZW, if you're not on your toes at all times... you get knocked on your ass.

Waters: Poorly worded, but I kind of have to agree here...

Daniels: You can dress it up however you like, what happened here was WRONG. Roll the footage.

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-=- 2010 ULTIMATE X CHAMBER: X-DIVISION TITLE MATCH! -=-
Johnny Kerosene vs Ryan Shane vs Sam Attic vs Krimzon Blaze vs Eddie Rowan vs Tim Timmons (c)
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TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for Summer Showdown's annual event, the Ultimate X chamber match for the CZW X-Division championship!"

The crowd pops loudly, as the camera looks up to reveal the spherical designed cage which will be lowered once all the participants are in the ring. You can see the CZW X-Division title hanging from the very top of the cage.

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Wichita, Kansas... weighing in at 220 pounds... 'Psycho' SAM ATTIC!!"

"Crashing" by Gravity Kills plays as the crowd boos loudly. Out walks the younger Fiscus brother, with a confident smirk on his face. He wears white wrestling apparrel, with a black leather jacket worn over his bare torso. His hair is long and wet, and hangs down to his shoulders. He smugly walks down to the ring, and slides in. He takes off the jacket and hands it to the ring attendant.

TOWERS: "Introducing next... hailing from Seattle, Washington... a member of Beautiful Agony... being led to the ring by Spencer Pierce... weighing in at 205 pounds... 'Rated E For Everyone' EDDIE ROWAN!!"

The crowd pops loudly as "Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa plays over the PA. Eddie trots out, posing for his many fans. He is wearing dark grey wrestling attire. As he walks down to the ring, he high fives many fans. He slides into the ring, standing in the opposite corner from Sam.

TOWERS: "Introducing next... hailing from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in at 175 pounds... 'The Aerial Specialist' KRIMZON BLAZE!!"

The cheers continue as "Headstrong" by Trapt blares over the PA. Out storms Blaze, wearing his traditional red and black attire. He also high fives fans as he struts down to the ring, and slides in.

TOWERS: "Introducing next... hailing from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada... a member of Youthful Aggression... being led to the ring by Axel St. James... weighing in at 245 pounds... 'The Straight Edge Curse' RYAN SHANE!!"

"I Never Wanted" by As I Lay Dying plays as the cheers turn to jeers. Out walks the smirking Shane, who completely ignores the fans' reaction. He casually walks down to the ring, wearing black attire. He slides in, and stands near Attic while Blaze is near Rowan.

TOWERS: "Introducing next... hailing from Bristol, England... weighing in at 198 pounds... He is also a member of Beautiful Agony, and is one half of the CZW Global Tag Team champions... 'CZW's Resident Rock Star' JOHNNY KEROSENE!!"

"Johnny B. Goode" by Judas Priest plays as the jeers again turn to cheers. Johnny walks out, air playing his keytar, and wearing his Tag Team title around his waist. As he 'jams' down to the ring, he hands a young fan the keytar. he is wearing a black and dark purple outfit. He hands his title to the ring attendant, slides in, and stands near Eddie and Krimzon. He high fives Eddie, and each man wish the other good luck.

TOWERS: "And introducing last... one of the longest tenured CZW employees, and the current reigning and defending CZW X-Division champion... hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 268 pounds... the leader of the Next Generation... 'The King of Chaos' TIM TIMMONS!!"

"Wanted Man" by Rev Theory plays as the crowd's cheers continue. Out walks Timmons, shirtless, and wearing green tights. He has a confident look on his face, as he smirks to the opponents in the ring. He high fives a few fans as he walks down to the ring, which is still odd to a few. He slides in, and the cage begins to lower.

DANIELS: "This is going to be a classic, I can already tell you that. I still can't believe what happened earlier with Rob cashing in his Money in the Bank on Monroe."

MASTERS: "Now he's the TV champ, yeah, great for Rob. Let's focus on this match here, Jarred. I'm not sure why these people are loving on Timmons so much, he's still the same mad man he's always been."

WATERS: "I think it's the fact that he woke up and realized that Montana was a douche."

MASTERS: "Watch your tongue, Aussie."

DANIELS: "You are an idiot, William. An asshole, just like Fiscus ... Well the cage is lowered all the way, the ring crew make sure it is secure. It's time for this to start, folks!"

The camera shows the title hanging from the top of the spherical cage, as the bell rings.

WATERS: "And here we go! These guys aren't wasting any time, as they all pair off... Rowan and Shane, with their gang war in full swing, of course go right at each other. Attic and Kerosene are rumbling. And Timmons and Blaze are going at it, perhaps renewing their storied rivalry."

MASTERS: "I'm going with the early prediction that Shane is going to take this one. I like the kid's style."

DANIELS: "Of course you do. But right now, Eddie is taking full control of Mr. Shane. He has him in a headlock. Headlock takedown. Shane quickly counters with a headscissors, which in turn, Eddie quickly kips out of. As they rise back to their feet, Eddie nails him with a springing lariat. Great move, that knocked Shane silly!"

WATERS: "And on the other side of the ring, Timmons is working down Krimzon Blaze with a series of forearm smashes to his back. Now, I'd have to say KB is the odds on favorite to win this match as he has won the last two Ultimate X's."

MASTERS: "Fluke."

WATERS: "That's what your mother said when she gave birth to you, I bet."

DANIELS: "And Kerosene is working Attic over in the middle of the ring, with a series of forearm shots to the head. He throws Attic to the ropes... and nails him with a spinning leg lariat!"

MASTERS: "There's so much action, it's hard to call this match!"

WATERS: "Oddly enough, agreed. Timmons has KB up and throws him to the ropes. He picks him up on his shoulders... he's going for the T-Crusher already! Wait! KB slides down and is behind Tim... Tim turns around and... KB with a dropkick to the knee! Tim drops to one knee... and a step up enziguri from Blaze! Good work there!"

DANIELS: "You might be a little biased, as you've held tag gold with Blaze in the past."

WATERS: "Oh yeah. You're probably right."

DANIELS: "Eddie is working over Ryan on one side of the ring, KB is working on Timmons in the opposite side, while Kerosene and Attic are going back and forth near the middle of the ring. This is like a riot. Each man wanting to outlive the others' energy and ascend the cage to grab the X-Division belt, and become the champ.. or in Tim's case, stay the champ."

MASTERS: "Tim is the CZW veteran here, even though Blaze and Rowan have been with the company nearly as long. Tim was actually the third signed CZW superstar, after Zodiac Thrilla and Caleb Walker."

DANIELS: "Who are both still with the company as well. Kerosene now throws Attic to the ropes... he's going for a hurricanrana... but Attic catches him! Power bomb! What impact!"

MASTERS: "The Fiscus brothers are of a different breed altogether. I wouldn't be surprised if Attic walks away the champ in this one."

WATERS: "Eddie has Ryan set up for a power bomb type move himself in their respective area... He lifts him up, but Ryan blocks it. Ryan drops to his knees, and ouch! Ryan Shane with the poor sportsmanship of nailing a low blow on the Rated E Superstar! Eddie drops to the mat in pain, as Ryan tries to recover. KB has Tim dazed where they are, and he chops him hard a few times... Tim's chest is beat red! KB throws Tim to the ropes... leapfrog... on the rebound, KB runs to the opposite ropes... springboards.... BIG MOVE! He nails Tim with a springboard reverse DDT! He executed it perfectly."

MASTERS: "Ah ha, but you see, he took his eye off the ball and now Shane has recovered enough to set his sights on him. Ryan turns him around and punches... no, KB blocks it! That midget. He chops Ryan hard on the chest. He goes to run to the ropes after Ryan is dazed again... but Sam was waiting, and nailed him with a surprise lariat! That almost took KB out of his mexican boots!"

DANIELS: "You know he's from Detroit."

MASTERS: "Detroit, Chihuahua!"

WATERS: "Ha, good one."

MASTERS: "Thank-- wait... even I think that's creepy. Don't be on my side, ever."

WATERS: "You're an idiot."

DANIELS: "Anyways, Krimzon Blaze is laid out due to that lariat, Eddie has just crawled to the ropes and is pulling himself back up, Ryan is hanging on the ropes gathering some rest, Tim is laid out after that reverse DDT, Kerosene is shaking out the cobwebs while still on his knees, and Sam is now picking the Krimson one up. Sam locks him up and..."

MASTERS: "POW! Nails him with that Surfboard Driver! Say goodnight, Kay Beeeeeee!"

WATERS: "Sam is happy with himself as KB squirms around in pain. Sam turns around and..."

DANIELS: "POW! That's right, William! Sam's face is greeted with a superkick from Rowan!"

MASTERS: "Don't mock me, yankee!"

WATERS: "Eddie then picks Sam up... lifts him on his shoulders... is this what I think it is.... GOOD LORD! Eddie just nailed Sam with the Green River Plunge! What a move!"

MASTERS: "I have to give him credit for that one. And that name... you know what that's referring to, right?"

DANIELS: "_I_ do, being I am the only American here, but I am surprised YOU do."

MASTERS: "Of course I do. I study serial killers in my spare time."

WATERS: "Oooookay. Well as Eddie is liking his handiwork, Ryan sneaks up behind him... turns him around... kick to the gut! He grabs him... locks him in a Cobra clutch... backbreaker! They stand back up in a great sign of athleticism, and Ryan nails Eddie with a swinging reverse STO! He calls that combo the Ring!"

MASTERS: "And it was perfect, of course! Ryan's probably the only one in this match with a clear head!"

DANIELS: "Why do people keep forgetting Eddie is straight edge as well?"

WATERS: "Because he's not a douche!"

DANIELS: "Oh, that's right. Well, some deja vu here, as Ryan is proud of himself with that and just stares down at the laid out Rowan."

MASTERS: "Turn around, Ryan!!!"

WATERS: "He doesn't, and Johnny surprises him with a kick to the spleen! Ryan winces in pain as Johnny turns him around. Kick to the gut! Johnny grabs Ryan head in a front facelock... he leaps! Springboard Tornado DDT!! Ryan is now out as well!"

MASTERS: "This is a madhouse! NOW look! Why aren't they learning? Johnny is smiling down at Ryan, mockingly playing an air guitar solo for him. He doesn't see that the X-Division champion is lurking behind him! This is like a bad horror movie or something!"

WATERS: "I don't even get that reference, Tony Blair. Timmons grabs Johnny and aggressively swings him around... The ol' kick to the gut! Tim lifts him up on his shoulders, and yells out to the crowd before delivering a huge Death Valley Driver, making Johnny flop around like a fish and hold his neck! I have to say, Tim is the biggest and the strongest in this match for sure."

DANIELS: "He definitely is. Now he's posing, but he's smart enough to not gawk at his handiwork like the others. He looks around at all the fallen bodies..."

MASTERS: "Well, he's missing one!"

WATERS: "No doubt! With all that action, KB had time to recover! Tim looks up just in time to see KB perched on a top rope! KB leaps.... he nails Tim with a missile dropkick! Tim staggers back hard into the cage, smacking the back of his head into it! He could have a concussion!"

DANIELS: "Blaze is not done, however, as he picks him up again... He actually gets the big man on his shoulders in a torture rack move, amazing strength by the smallest guy in the ring... and BAM! He nails him with a cutter! Broken Kode! Tim is out! Everyone is out! KB shakes the daze off and sees this as a perfect opportunity!"

WATERS: "Blaze begins scaling the wall, but he's rather sluggish still. Sam begins to stir first, as sees Blaze climbing. Sam gets up, staggers a bit, but stumbles over to under KB and begins climbing up after him. He gets close enough, and starts punching at KB's calves, stalling him. KB tries to kick at Sam, but he's missing so far. Sam grabs a hold of KB's foot as he kicks, and pulls him down, with both men crashing down to the mat."

DANIELS: "You know, it's kind of hard of me to be impartial here, even if that isn't Alan. It's his damn brother, and they're sadistic, heartless assholes."

MASTERS: "I was waiting for that!"

WATERS: "Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't complain much earlier."

DANIELS: "I am a professional, dammit. SOMEONE has to be!"

WATERS: "Well now Eddie and Ryan are back up, and of course, they're duking it out. Wait, Johnny is now back up and gets in on it. It's a BA Beat down!"

MASTERS: "That was really corny, Aussie."

WATERS: "Thank you."

DANIELS: "They're double teaming Ryan here, and on this note, I'm almost surprised Knox Harper wasn't in this match."

MASTERS: "I hear he's nursing an injury, he's on reserve limited duty."

DANIELS: "Aren't you so informative. How do you know?"

MASTERS: "I know a lot of things, Daniels! You see, I am cool and popular and you are a nerd!"

DANIELS: "Oh, please. Like I believe you. Johnny and Eddie have Ryan up... double suplex... and they stall! They're letting all the blood rush to Ryan's head. Look at Tim..."

WATERS: "Tim is up, and runs to the ropes... flying cross body into all three men! Wow!"

MASTERS: "He's the King of Chaos, and by God, this match is just that!"

DANIELS: "Johnny is back up, and Tim nails him with a hard right. Eddie is now getting up, and Tim gives him one also for good measure. Now Tim is going back and forth, nailing each man with fists until they're both wobbling. Look at Tim!"

MASTERS: "What a fool."

WATERS: "Tim mockingly wobbles with them both, and then chops his crotch to each man! Double clothesline, taking both men down!"

DANIELS: "Even though the crowd loves B.A., they seem to love Timmons as well! They're cheering him on, and he's responding well to it."

MASTERS: "Ignorance!"

WATERS: "He looks around, and decides to pick up Sam Attic. But wait! Sam was playing possum, and pokes Tim right in the eye! Sam then nails him with a series of three European uppercuts. He tops it off with a Double Knee Strike to the Head, laying Tim flat out. Sam has a sick smile on his face."

DANIELS: "These Fisci, so damn sinister and evil. They stand for everything that is immoral and injust! I hate them!"

MASTERS: "Calm down, chief, he might hear you. You don't want more of what you got from Alan, do you?"

DANIELS: "I wasn't scared then, and I'm not scared now!"

MASTERS: "That neck brace tells me you're more guts than brains, which is a very unhealthy recipe. You need to think, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "I am thinking, and I think Sam Attic is a disgusting human being! He picks up Eddie Rowan now.. irish whips him hard into a corner! Come on, Eddie!"

WATERS: "Sam comes charging in... but at the last second, Eddie flips through the ropes to his side, and Sam runs hard sternum first into the turnbuckle! He stumbles back... right into a Russian legsweep, courtesy of Kerosene! Sweep the Leg, Johnny!"

MASTERS: "Get 'em Ryan!"

DANIELS: "Johnny turns around, right into a hard elbowstrike to the temple from Shane! Johnny stumbles back, before pulls him in and delivers a forearm smash to his face. He then nails Johnny with a back suplex. But as he's getting up, Eddie springboards in and nails a springboard clothesline! Everyone is laid out on the mat, each man trying their best to muster up the strength to get back up."

WATERS: "This, as we expected, is one hell of a match."

DANIELS: "Eddie is the first one up, and he picks Shane up. Bodyslam! And look at this!"

MASTERS: "Oh no."

WATERS: "KB was up and ran to the ropes at just the right time, and ran in with a roll.. and nailed Shane with a Rolling Thunder!"

DANIELS: "Sweet move."

MASTERS: "Oh lord."

WATERS: "Kerosene is back up, and he and Eddie focus their attention on the dazed Attic. Tim has crawled into a corner, while KB kneels over Shane, nailing him with repeated forearm shots. BA with more double teaming, which had to be expected. They pick up Sam, and each take turns nailing swift kicks to his chest and stomach. They throw him to the ropes... Johnny lifts him up in a slapjack, and holds him there while Eddie runs to the opposite ropes... running lariat! That was classic, a Hart Attack!"

DANIELS: "Showing respect there! They high five each other, totally in control. They turn around... and get bulldozed over with another double clothesline from the reigning champion, Tim Timmons!"

MASTERS: "Everyone underestimates this guy, and he's always proven them wrong. Even though they seem to cheer him now, he's been long overdue for some respect around here!"

DANIELS: "Can't argue with that. Tim looks around, and sees Eddie, Johnny, and Sam all laid. He looks over and sees KB working over Ryan Shane. He walks over and grabs KB from behind. He turns him around, and LETHAL punch to the face! Kick to the gut... grabs him by the throat... and SLAM! A chokeslam! Tim is living large, being the only man standing right now!"

WATERS: "The crowd is getting electric as Tim slowly looks up, and sees his title hanging from the top! He begins to climb the cage, but Eddie, Johnny and Sam are stirring while KB and Shane are still motionless... Sam gets to the cage first, and begins chasing after Tim... Tim kicks him off, however!"

MASTERS: "Sam fell to the mat, and now Tim is more than half way up the cage!"

DANIELS: "Here comes Eddie... he scales the wall, but will he get to Tim in time?"

MASTERS: "Probably not. It's Eddie Rowan."

WATERS: "More like definitely, it's Eddie Rowan! He grabs Tim's foot, stopping him from climbing more. Now Johnny begins climbing up the wall beside Eddie, while Sam, KB, and Ryan begin stirring about."

DANIELS: "Eddie is distracting Tim long enough, that now Johnny is right beside Eddie and grabs Tim's other foot! Tim is hanging on for dear life! They both begin crawling up beside him, delivering punches when they can to his back and sides. Now they're up next to him, side by side... what are they... they can't be serious! They both are trying to grab Tim... they are dangerously high in the air here..."

* BAM! *

DANIELS: "OH MY GOD!"

WATERS: "Eddie and Johnny just nailed Tim with a double back suplex from the SIDE of the cage! If any of them would have positioned just a little more, they would have landed square on their head! Holy smokes!"

MASTERS: "Wow, even I am impressed with that and I HATE Beautiful Agony!"

The Crowd: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

DANIELS: "All three men are motionless, as KB and Sam begin duking it out, both on their feet. Ryan is in a corner, re-energizing. Get that bastard Fiscus brother, Krimzon Blaze!"

WATERS: "They're going back and forth, and wait.. what is Axel whispering to Ryan there?"

MASTERS: "I don't know, you idiot, he's whispering!"

DANIELS: "Sam has control of KB now, and throws him to the ropes. Sam goes for the lariat, but KB ducks. He then jumps onto the ropes, and springboards... Springboard Enziguri to Sam's head! It looks like Axel is trying to give Ryan something, who is still a bit dazed.. this isn't fair..."

WATERS: "But KB sees it, and comes running... dropkick to Ryan's chest, as he laid out in the corner, leaning his back on the second turnbuckle!"

The Crowd: "KB! KB! KB! KB! KBKBKBKBKB"

MASTERS: "These fools."

DANIELS: "Well we couldn't see what Axel was up to, because as soon as KB hit the dropkick he backed off. Now Spencer Pierce has Axel St. James backing off on the outside, yelling at him to quit trying to interfere. Axel just begs him off. Eddie, Johnny, and Tim are still motionless after that hefty fall. Sam is on his knees, trying to recover, while KB has mounted Ryan and is delivering forearm after forearm to his forehead! KB is looking to make it three times in a row!"

MASTERS: "Not going to happen."

WATERS: "We'll see! Sam is getting back up to his feet, and goes towards KB and Ryan, but Johnny grabs his leg. Sam tries to kick him off, but Johnny grabs his other leg and pulls, making Sam land back on his back. Johnny crawls up, and begins mimmicking KB with forearm shots!"

DANIELS: "Eddie and Tim are both now on their knees, dazed as could be, trying their best to duke it out. KB picks up Ryan, and kicks him in the gut. He runs to the ropes, and leaps up for the hurricanrana.... but Ryan stumbles backwards and throws KB face first into the cage! He drops down like a bag of potatoes!"

MASTERS: "What kind of lame reference is THAT, Jarred?"

DANIELS: "Shut up! Ryan then picks KB up and grabs his head... he lifts KB's arm over his head... lifts him up! This is his signature move!"

MASTERS: "SPLAT! Ryan Shane nails KB with that D.E.A.D., his deadly version of the Small Package Driver! The runt is dead courtesy of the D.E.A.D.!"

WATERS: "Johnny has gotten Sam back up on his feet, while Eddie and Tim have made their way back up as well. Ryan admires his work, staring down at KB and then walking around sneakily as none of the other four are paying attention. Johnny throws Sam into the nearest turnbuckle. He runs in, but is greeted with a surprise elbow to the jaw. Sam then gets up and sits on the top turnbuckle, grabbing Johnny's head by the hair... He jumps.. and places his knee behind Johnny's neck, slamming his face to the ground! Deadly move!"

DANIELS: "A move made by a heartless, sinister bastard."

MASTERS: "You're starting to sound like the bizarro me, Daniels!"

WATERS: "Eddie and Tim are duking it out, and Tim goes for a kick to the gut... but Eddie grabs his foot. Eddie twists, and legsweep's Tim's standing leg from under him. Eddie then nails a legdrop the midsection of Tim!"

MASTERS: "I love this, Sam Attic has locked Johnny Kerosene in that wicked Hangman's clutch submission on the floor! That english punk is getting it good!"

WATERS: "Aren't you supposed to side with Englanders?"

MASTERS: "That, my friend, is no more an Englander than you are a professional wrestler!"

WATERS: "You fool, I am a professional wrestler... I'm just not wrestling right now!"

MASTERS: "Precisely!"

DANIELS: "Eddie sees that Ryan is starting to climb the wall, so he grabs Tim and irish whips..."

* CLANK!! *

DANIELS: "...and Tim runs right into Ryan's back, as they both smoosh together into the cage wall!"

WATERS: "Eddie sees Sam has his stablemate locked up, and runs to the ropes... dropkick to Sam's bridging side! Sam lets go of Johnny. KB is just now moving around, but very slowly and very barely. Tim and Ryan are laid out near a wall, while Eddie is back up on his feet. He sees an opportunity! Eddie goes to the nearest corner and begins to climb it!"

MASTERS: "C'mon, Ryan! C'mon Sam! Get up!"

DANIELS: "KB has finally leaned up, but still sitting down. Ryan and Tim are still motionless, and look! Ryan's face has been busted up due to the collision with the wall!"

WATERS: "Sam and Johnny aren't moving very much, but they're just a smidge more alive than those two. Eddie has got to the top of the turnbuckle, and is now climbing the cage itself! KB sees it! He's slow to get up, however... but once he does, he sprints to that corner and goes after Eddie! How does he has the energy!?"

MASTERS: "He's a midget!"

WATERS: "... That doesn't answer the question!"

DANIELS: "KB using his small stature to his benefit, as he's climbing faster than Eddie is... KB gets to him, and begins punching his back. They drop down a few rungs of the cage wall, and are now standing on the turnbuckle. Sam and Johnny now stirring, while Ryan and Tim are as well... KB and Eddie are duking it out, punching each other back and forth."

MASTERS: "Sam is first to his feet, yes! Stop those monkies, Sammy!"

DANIELS: "Don't encourage HIM of all people, you ass!"

MASTERS: "I want him to win BECAUSE of what his brother did to you!"

DANIELS: "You are a complete and utter jerk, you know that, William?"

MASTERS: "Yes, I DO know that. But thanks for noticing."

DANIELS: "It's not a good thing, you jackass!"

WATERS: "Well Tim is back up on his feet as well, while Ryan and Johnny are reaching their knees. Neither KB or Eddie has taken the control yet, as they are still going back and forth. This is intense, and the crowd is totally into it. This has been an amazing PPV so far!"

MASTERS: "Another once-in-a-blue-moon moment, Shawn. You're right!"

DANIELS: "I do agree as well, whole-heartedly. Ryan and Johnny are back up, and all four men are stumbling, watching each other, and watching KB and Eddie. Seemingly taken this opportunity to rest a little."

MASTERS: "Brilliant strategy."

WATERS: "It looks KB has taken control of Eddie, chopping him in the throat. The four men at the bottom get closer, in case KB begins climbing the cage. KB grabs Eddie, punching him more along the way, and gets into position for something... something that does NOT look good for Eddie..."

DANIELS: "He has him set up as the four men look up.... wait.... oh no...."

* CRASH!! *

WATERS: "KB JUST HIT HIS 'A KRIMZON DREAM' ON EDDIE FROM THE TOP ROPE, LANDING INTO SAM, JOHNNY, RYAN AND TIM!! HOLY SHIT!!!"

DANIELS: "OH MY GOD! What a devestating move, that C-4 off the top rope!"

MASTERS: "AMAZING! Now all six men lay in a single pile! What a mad house! What a car wreck! I love it!"

DANIELS: "Wait, Ryan is near a hole in the cage and there is Axel St. James again... he hands Ryan something through the cage! Oh hell no! IT'S THAT WRETCHED RAILROAD SPIKE!!!"

MASTERS: "HE IS GOING TO MURDER THEM ALL!!!"

WATERS: "No! No! No! No!!"

DANIELS: "Spencer comes running and spears Axel, but it's too late! Ryan has that deadly spike in his hand, and none of the others saw it! Ryan slowly puts it in a position where no one can see it, still recovering. This match has taken so much out of these men!"

MASTERS: "And Ryan is going to take something ELSE out of all these men! BLOOD! Speaking of blood, he's bleeding pretty bad from his left eyebrow now."

WATERS: "Krimzon Blaze is the first to his knees, and he's looking up at the title. Oh man, I hope someone sees that spike or we're going to have a massacre on our hands!"

DANIELS: "Timmons is now sitting up, while Eddie, Johnny and Sam are beginning to stir. Ryan is using the ropes to pull himself up, carefully shading that he is holding that spike in his right hand. Blaze is now standing up, and he sees Ryan is on the other side, and the only other one on his feet. KB goes to the cage wall, and begins to climb!"

MASTERS: "Well, Ryan sees this is and lunges forward.. staggering over to him... and POW! With the butt of that spike, he nailed KB in the back of the head! The mexican midget is out for the night, no doubt!"

DANIELS: "And I don't think anyone else saw that! They're looking now and all they see is KB puddled in a heap, with Ryan still trying to clear the cobwebs."

WATERS: "Now Timmons is up, and goes for Ryan... Tim punches Ryan hard in the head. He then positions him in the center of the ring... Power bomb, yes! This will knock that spike out of his hand!"

MASTERS: "Mark."

DANIELS: "OH! When Ryan is lifted up, he just jabbed that spike into the Timmons forehead three times! Timmons quickly falls to the ground, and quickly begins spilling out blood from his head! OH MY GOD!"

WATERS: "The crowd is sickened by this!"

MASTERS: "Who Cares!? I love it!"

DANIELS: "Of course you do. You're just like Fiscus, just like Attic. Violent and repulsive!"

WATERS: "Now Eddie is back up... no, Eddie, watch out... Eddie goes over to Ryan, who swings that spike around... but Eddie, with an amazing feat of agility, lunges back, missing the spike from grazing his belly! Eddie then punches Ryan square in the nose with a right fist! Ryan drops the spike! RYAN DROPS THE SPIKE!!"

MASTERS: "No! Not enough damage has been done!"

DANIELS: "Well, there might be more now! Eddie picks up the spike!!"

WATERS: "The crowd is electric, with a big 'Use it on Shane!' chant repeating over and over! Eddie looks at the spike, then the crowd, then Shane, who is begging off."

MASTERS: "What is he doing!?"

WATERS: "Eddie throws the spike down, near a neutral corner! He's too big of a man to have to use a weapon! He now picks up Ryan and hits a series of kicks to the thighs and midsection! He ends it with a kick to the gut! He locks him up..."

* FLIP! *

DANIELS: "EVENFLOW!! Ryan is flopping around like a fish! But wait! Sam blindsides Eddie as he gets up! Repeated kicks to the back. Kick to the gut, and he lifts him up... "

* THUNK! *

MASTERS: "TERROR RIDE! Eddie is out as well!"

WATERS: "But now Johnny is back up, and runs at Sam, nailing him with a forearm smash to the back of the head! Sam falls forward, and Johnny lifts him up... FACEMELTER!!"

* SPLAT! *

MASTERS: "No!"

DANIELS: "Now Johnny looks around, and sees everyone is out! He looks up at the title, and the crowd is electric!"

MASTERS: "Dammit, no! And he has a clear shot! He runs to the nearest wall, and begins to ascend. Get up, Ryan! Get up, Sam! ... STAY DOWN, KB!!!"

WATERS: "I don't think KB or Timmons will be a factor in this anymore. Neither have moved since Ryan's vicious attack, and Tim is in a puddle of his own blood! He needs medical attention!"

DANIELS: "Johnny is half way up the wall, and Ryan is stirring now... He is up! He staggers to the opposite side from Johnny, and begins climbing as well!"

MASTERS: "Hurry, Shane!"

WATERS: "This is the furtherest anyone has got so far, Johnny to the top now, and begins hanging from his arms, slowly moving to the middle where the title hangs... now Ryan is at the top, and does the same... albeit a bit slower."

DANIELS: "Now Eddie is up on his feet, dazed and confused, but is conscious enough to see what is transpiring, and goes to a neutral wall and HE begins to climb!"

WATERS: "This is insane. Now Sam is stirring, but rather slowly... he looks around, holding his head.. and goes to the opposite wall of Eddie, and he is climbing now as well! Ryan and Johnny are near the title, but the closer they get to each other, the slower they get... one wrong move here, and you could fall right on your head!"

MASTERS: "This is an amazing feat of athleticism, from ALL men here. I love this match."

DANIELS: "I love it too, except that Sam is in it!"

MASTERS: "You really hate those Fiscus guys, don't you?"

DANIELS: "Wouldn't you?"

WATERS: "Ryan kicks at Johnny as they are closer, and Johnny kicks back. Eddie and Sam both reach the top finally, as Ryan and Johnny keep kicking at each other. Ryan reaches for the title! But Johnny kicks him and he pulls back. Eddie and Sam are now moving towards the center, with Sam on Ryan's side and Eddie on Johnny's."

MASTERS: "This is like a bad episode of American Gladiators!"

DANIELS: "* laughs * Wait?"

WATERS: "...MmmK. Now Eddie and Sam are kicking at each other, while Ryan just kicked Johnny hard while he was reaching for the title. This is getting intense."

DANIELS: "Indeed it is, Shawn. Tim needs medical attention badly, that pool of blood is getting larger! I don't even think he's stirred!"

MASTERS: "And KB is just now beginning to stir, but he is in a great deal of pain and just barely. I can only imagine what pain a surprise shot to the head from a railroad spike would cause."

WATERS: "Ryan now reaches for the belt, but Johnny kicks him off in this stalemate. Sam just kicked Eddie hard in the thigh as he was beginning to reach for the title as well! This is intense!"

DANIELS: "Sam is on the northeast corner, Ryan the southeast, Eddie the northwest, Johnny the southwest."

MASTERS: "Thank you, Mr. Wizard!"

DANIELS: "... Eddie kicks Sam in the thigh while he reaches for the title, paybacks a bitch! Now Johnny's reaching out.. Ryan kicks him hard in the chest! Twice! Three times, and Johnny loses his grip! He falls down to the mat in a heap!"

* THUD *

WATERS: "Johnny clutches his left shoulder, which he hit hard! Now Ryan has a clear shot at getting the title, while Sam and Eddie are paying attention to each other!"

MASTERS: "Go Ryan!"

DANIELS: "As he gets closer and begins reaching for the title, Eddie and Sam notice and turn their attentions to him. They both beginning kicking at him, and he can't get a solid grip on the belt... man this is getting intense!"

WATERS: "Eddie is getting close to the title now, and reaches out... but Sam and Ryan both kick him hard at the same time, causing him to fall! It's down to Sam and Ryan now! Johnny is back up, but is in a corner, still trying to gather his bearings... but at this rate, he doesn't have a chance to get back in this. KB is still sitting down, leaning on the ropes... and we REALLY need to get help for Tim!"

MASTERS: "He looks like a murder victim!"

DANIELS: "Sam and Ryan are now both in full kicking mode, trying to stop the other from getting closer to the belt while also trying to get closer themselves. I'll reiterate, if either of these men fall wrong they could break their neck!"

MASTERS: "Yeah, one of them might fall on Timmons!"

DANIELS: "Each man edging closer to the belt... It looks like..."

MASTERS: "Ryan has his hand on the belt! Sam is kicking, but Ryan is resiliant... straight edge helps in that area! Now Sam has a hand on the belt too!"

WATERS: "Each man has a grasp on the title, and it's a tug of war now as they kick at each other... WAIT!"

DANIELS: "Ryan kicks Sam real hard in the gut! SAM LETS GO AND DROPS! WAIT!! HE GRABS RYAN'S WAIST AND THEY BOTH DROP!! RYAN HAD A FULL HOLD ON THE TITLE AND BRINGS IT DOWN WITH THEM! RYAN SHANE IS THE NEW CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPION!!"

WATERS: "Good, great, whatever, we need help for Tim!"

* DING DING DING *

TOWERS: "The winner of the match and NEW X-Division champion.. Ryan Shane!"

DANIELS: "What an amazing match that was! The cage is beginning to rise, as a medical team is on hand waiting to get inside and tend to Timmons, who STILL hasn't moved much at all. KB is up on his feet, and very disappointed as he didn't go three for three in this annual event. Eddie and Johnny are in a corner, making sure each other is alright. But wait, Ryan is still laying down, clutching the title with a large... and bloody, smile on his face. Sam is up, and is LIVID."

MASTERS: "Oh hell. SAM HAS FOUND THE SPIKE!"

WATERS: "OH LORD, SAM GRABS IT AND MOUNTS RYAN! HE BEGINS SPIKING IT IN HIS HEAD, SOMEONE STOP HIM!!"

DANIELS: "The cage is up enough for the team to get in, but of course they wouldn't with that madman wielding a weapon! Did NO ONE teach these Fiscus assholes about decency and respect for their fellow man!?"

MASTERS: "Wait... Are you hearing that in your headset?"

DANIELS: "You've got to be kidding me... he's being REWARDED for this!?"

WATERS: "Well, Eddie and Johnny are up and blindside Sam, taking that spike out of his hand. They pick him up in a double vertical... and SLAM him down with a double front suplex! He crawls out of the ring, and falls down to the mat in pain! The medical crew finally get in the ring, and have to be spread between the two men as Tim is in an alarmingly large pool of blood, and Ryan is gushing more blood from his eyebrow as well as his forehead!"

DANIELS: "This is an outrage."

MASTERS: "Awww, Jarred is upset."

DANIELS: "You know this is wrong, William."

MASTERS: "No, it's right, because of his performance and the statement he just made!"

WATERS: "Folks, what they are referring to is that the big wigs in the back informed us that Sam Attic is now the #1 contender to Ryan's title... and will fight him one on one on July 26th, when we are in Indianapolis, Indiana for Overdrive."

DANIELS: "Well, Eddie and Johnny are making sure KB is okay while Shane and Timmons are being tended to. Axel is hovering over Shane, worried, while Spencer gets in the ring next to Eddie and Johnny. Sam is making his way to the back, in pain, but with a confident look in his eyes. I feel sick to my stomach. We have something going on in the back, let's go there. This is disgusting."

***

The camera fades in to Ryan Lewis backstage, leaning on a refreshments table and having a drink of water. From the right walks in Alex Slate, who takes a cup of water for himself before looking a Ryan with a bit of contempt.

Alex: Shouldn’t you be out interviewing someone or, I don’t know, doing something resembling a job?

Ryan: Bug off, I’m on break.

Ryan takes another sip, then looks up curiously.

Ryan: Wait. Who the hell are you?

Alex: People keep asking that question, don’t they? I’m Alexander Slate. The Paragon.

Ryan: Yeah? And who the hell is that?

Alex: Only someone who is ready and willing to bring back the pure glory of raw technical skill.

Ryan: Heh. Good luck with that.

Alex: Nono, I’m quite serious. Look, I’ll give you a demonstration.

Alex grabs an arm of a unknown CZW tech who just happens to be walking by, as if he is about to put it in a hold.

Ryan: What do you think you’re doing?

Alex: Don’t worry. I won’t lock anything in. This won’t hurt, I promise.

Alex then positions himself behind the man, putting him a weak hammerlock.

Alex: The hammerlock. A very simple yet deceptively effective hold. Just about everyone can apply it, which also means that just about everyone knows how to counter it. Understand so far?

Ryan: I guess…

Alex: Therefore, the idea is let your opponent think they’re about to counter it, then release it, catching them off guard to perform another, different move. It’s a feint.

Ryan: Oh, well I guess that would- hey, don’t pull so hard. He looks like he's in pain. You said this wasn’t going to hurt.

Alex: Of course. That was part of the feint.

Alex then wrenches the arm before releasing the hold, then lifting the man up and falling back in an Olympic Slam, smashing the table in the process. Alex looks down at the man and then to Ryan and mocks surprise.

Alex: Why Ryan, he looks hurt! I hope whoever did this gets what’s coming to them! A shame no one knows who the hell that is.

Alex begins to walk away, but not before cracking a smile and giving out a relaxed sigh. Ryan is flabbergasted, as Alex just implied for him to not speak a word of this.

Alex: And people wonder why I love this job.

***
-=- X-DIVISION DREAM MATCH: STEEL CITY DEATH MATCH! -=-
"The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo vs "Celine Dion's Favorite Wrestler" Brian Blaze
***

Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is set for one fall…and chosen by Brian Blaze…the match will now be a…

STEEL CITY DEATH MATCH!

The fans look on with delight relishing the prospect of the upcoming match. Suddenly ‘Let Me Entertain You’ by Robbie Williams plays throughout the arena, as the fans mostly cheer, however a few of them boo for the beloved superstar, Brian Blaze. Before he walks out though, another figure appears on the top of the ramp, a large figure.

Daniels: Two of possibly the greatest X Division stars this company has ever seen about to go one on one in what can only be described as…Ultraviolent!

Waters: We’ll talk about that in a minute, but right now who in the kangeroo is that?!

Masters: Well it’s not Mr. Entertainment, that’s for sure…I think it’s…

Daniels: THAT’S JENA CYDE!

Masters: Oh…oh yes. I was going to say it was Maynard O’Toole.

It becomes apparent that the figure is indeed long term stalker of El Pablo, Jena Cyde. The crowd begin to chant; ‘SHEMALE…SHEMALE…SHEMALE’, Jena Cyde looking around the many fans angered by the chants. Walking out behind her is Brian Blaze, dancing to his music entertaining the fans.

Towers: Coming down to the ring weighing in at 220 lbs, and hailing from Toronto, Ontario…he is one half of the Global Tag Team Champions…Mr Entertainment…BRIAN BLAZE!!!!!!

Jena Cyde walks confidently down the ramp showing no emotion on her face, as Brian is the complete opposite, flirting with female members of the crowd, thrusting his hips at them as they looked impressed by his moves.

Waters: Jarred, I think he’s stealing your moves right there!

Daniels: Well, I have been known to be a bit of a Travolta on the dance floor.

Masters: Everything Brian learnt, he stole from me. I even taught Travolta you know.

Waters: Willie, mate, you’re so old you probably taught Louis Armstrong how to sing!

Masters: How dare you…I’m a Barry White fan!

Waters: Oh…I can feel the love in here already!

Jena Cyde stays on the outside as Brian climbs into the ring, a spotlight on him as he dances inside the ring, taking off his bright colored jacket and shades slowly, then passes them to Jessica giving her a kiss on the cheek at the same time, leaving her bright red with embarrassment.

Masters: Oi, you bloody sleazebag, get off my Girlfriend!

Waters: He’s not on Jena is he?!

Daniels: Sorry to interrupt Shawn, but I think Mr. X Division himself is about to come out, and look at this…ARENA EXPLODE WITH CHEERS…WERE IN MADISON SQUARE GARDEN BABY POSSIBLY THE GREATEST ARENA IN THE WORLD!

Waters: It’s okay Jarred, I could see you were going to die if you didn’t get a word in or two soon.

‘Hypersonic’ by Jane’s Addiction plays now as the fans stand in appreciation, cheering on for the legendary El Pablo. Another shock follows though as a different figure walks out, a figure of a slim diva walks out, wearing an interesting looking mask, as no one knows who this diva is.

Waters: Well hello, that’s certainly a nicer surprise than seeing Jena stride down here.

Masters: Why is she wearing that ridiculous mask?!

Waters: Maybe because she doesn’t want us to know who she is, Willie boy.

Daniels: Maybe a new Diva here in CZW, or is she a diva from the past? Who knows…but at least this match has evened up, El Pablo clever to bring her out…AND SPEAKING OF EL PABLO!

El Pablo now runs out as fireworks blast off, but louder than that is the fans who explode, electrocuting Madison Square Garden with cheers for the loved superstar, some fans booing who are clearly huge Brian marks. El Pablo now begins to walk down the ramp way, strangely hiding behind the unknown diva, trying to avoid Jena Cyde who stands at the bottom of the stage like a horny dog.

Towers: And his opponent, weighing in at 195, haling from Tijuana, England…THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR…EL PABLO!!!!!!

Masters: Brian has to be applauded for his mind games, getting Jena Cyde involved in this feud, but if he wants to prove to El Pablo he’s a deserved former X Division champion, he should get that transvestite away from here.

Waters: What’s up Willie, did she turn you down?

Daniels: Brian Blaze really doesn’t have to prove anything though, he was a great X Division champion and certainly has the respect of me and most of this crowd. El Pablo, as much as I hate to say this, is out of order attacking Brian in the way that he did.

Waters: So why are most of these fans cheering for El Pablo like he’s some sort of God?!

Daniels: El Pablo will always be loved by these fans, he’s a legend here in the Combat Zone, he’s a the first ever Grand Slam Champion.

Masters: Who the bloody hell are you, Jarred? Dr. Jekkyl and Mr. Hyde?! Sort yourself out, are you against El Pablo or not?!

Daniels: All I was saying is that Brian for me, has proved he’s a great champion, and El Pablo was out of order for attacking him, however El Pablo was the man who made the X Division a whole new level and brought true Ultraviolence into CZW!

Waters: And then Brian went and lost it to Tim Timmons.

Daniels: Yes, because of that snake Montana.

Masters: it was purely business, guys. Blaze was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Daniels: However these two guys feel about each other, it’s clear this is about to be one of the most exciting X Division bouts in recent times!

Waters: Watch out EP! Ha ha ha!

Jena tries to reach El Pablo as she gets closer, but the diva protecting El Pablo stands in the way, as a stare down commences between the two divas. El Pablo meanwhile is allowed space to jump into the ring, taking his eyes off Jena Cyde, waving to the many fans once more as he mounts the turnbuckles.

‘EL PABLO…EL PABLO…EL PABLO’

Brian Blaze gets back into the ring as both El Pablo and Brian Blaze stare down each other, fans beginning to voice there thoughts as a majority chant for El Pablo, the XTC legend. A large amount also cheer for the charismatic Blaze, who gives a ‘Suck It’ taunt to El Pablo, who laughably looks around to see Jena Cyde staring at him, then shouting across the ring to Blaze; ‘I’m not sucking that!’ The fans loving that as another roar of cheers are heard.

Waters: Ha ha ha Jena has something to suck on, EP!

Masters: Wash your bloody mouth out, you Aussie hooligan.

Waters: What?! I was talking about her lollipop.

Masters: What??!

William looks over at Jena Cyde who is now sucking on a lollipop, winking at him and waving.

Masters: *shudders* I think I just ingested my testicles!

The referee talks to both men, explaining the rules of the contest to both competitors. The ropes have been changed before the wrestlers came out, now steel chains wrapped around the exposed steel turnbuckles. On the outside are exposed steel flooring boards, layered around the ring for violence to occur. Also littered around the ring are numerous steel chairs, just waiting to be used. As both men walk into the center of the ring, they seem to exchange a few words, El Pablo then holding up his arms in an X sign, to symbolise the X Division which this whole feud revolves around. The bell rings as the match begins, already the fans are chanting the three letters of; ‘C…Z…W’.

*DING DING*

Daniels: Here we are folks, Mr. Entertainment versus the Five Star Superstar…IN A STEEL CITY DEATH MATCH!

Both men refuse to make the first move, as they patrol around the ring, scrolling their hands on the steel chains they have for ropes, looking as though they’re actually excited about the prospect of violent X Division contest. Jena screams into the ring, ‘come on sexy’ as both El Pablo and Brian Blaze respond, both believing the shout was for them. El Pablo cringes, as Brian shakes his head in a cocky way, starting with the first attack now as he runs in towards El Pablo looking for a clothesline, El Pablo though incredibly perfects a matrix like dodge, as Brian stops dead, turns around and gets nailed with spinning ensiguiri, almost looking like a Pele Kick, the fans going wild for the first piece of action of the match. Brian Blaze however already looking knocked out.

Daniels: I hate to say it…but this one could be over in the first few seconds!!!

Masters: I wouldn’t mind, at least that behemoth would leave me alone then!

Waters: Wassup? She can’t help having a crush on you, Willie.

El Pablo goes for a cover as the match could be over in the quickest time in history…

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KICKOUT!

The fans cheer as Blaze kicks out, and deep down El Pablo looks happy too, wanting the contest to continue. Brian is allowed to get back to his feet by EP, holding his jaw, glaring at El Pablo as though he was angry he caught him with that attack. Brian walks over towards his Jessica Towers at ringside, leaning out the steel ropes as he asks for a kiss on the jaw. Jessica stays put as suddenly Jena Cyde comes striding over and plants a big wet one on the cheek of Blaze, as he steps backwards like he’d just been punched. Jena looks at El Pablo, as though she was trying to make him jealous, as El Pablo blows out a big breath of air, as to say ‘oh boy’. Brian now holds his jaw once again, not knowing which hurt more, the kick or the kiss.

Waters: Now that truly was a Kiss of Death!

Masters: And is it just me, or does El Pablo look slightly jealous?!

Daniels: No, it’s just you, that’s jealous that is.

Masters: I don’t bloody think so, I’d like to keep my tea down please. And look at these demented fans, anyone would think were in Australia.

The few fans begin a new chant of ‘KISS ME JENA…KISS ME JENA…’ as Jena looks over the fans and plays with her hair, looking embarrassed by the peculiar chant. Brian quickly silences the crowd however as he goes in for another attack, locking up with EP. Brian grabs his opponent’s right arm, now twisting it around the back of EP, locking in a hammerlock. The XTC legend though has an answer for that as he runs at the steel ropes, spring boarding off perfecting a moonsault escape, landing behind Brian in quick style, however Brian shocks EP and most of the crowd as he hit’s the final stage of the Money Shot, Brian’s hard super kick knocking El Pablo down to the canvas, the fans chanting for Brian after the clever counter.

Daniels: This match is so even, these guys are hitting symmetrical attacks.

Waters: I just can’t stop looking at the masked diva, I think she has a little thing for me you know.

Masters: What makes you think, that?

Waters: She’s female!

Brian now goes for a cover as we witness bit of de ja vu.

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KICKOUT!

El Pablo gets the arm stretched out, getting his shoulder up as he rolls away, holding his jaw, both men looking even at the first stages of this contest.

Daniels: Both men with heavy kicks, both men kicking out with confidence. I think it’s going to be hard to separate a winner from these two, and although it’s not for any titles, this contest will mean a lot to both men.

Waters: It’s I the X Division’s honor…a division I could have topped if I had wanted to.

Masters: Just like you could have won the Tower of Power on two occasions?

Waters: YES! Oh wait…PUCKER UP EP!

As El Pablo rolls towards the ropes, he notices Jena Cyde is leaning through the bottom steel rope, trying to get a kiss on the jaw of her alleged lover, El Pablo quickly rolling back the other way, as Brian stomps on his head, knocking him back down. Brian now picks EP up as he hit’s a knife edge chop, then another, Pabs finding it hard to breathe at the moment as Brian goes for a third, but EP ducks, now hitting chops of his own, eventually knocking him back into the corner with a hard chop to the chest making it red raw. El Pablo now backs off, as he runs in flying towards Brian with a handspring, into a back elbow, hitting Brian straight in the face. Brian now comes drifting form the corner in no mans lands, as El Pablo squares him up…SIT DOWN JAWBREAKER!!!!

Daniels: Brian got hit so hard there he rolls straight out of the ring. And remember on the outside, are those large steel panel sheets, one landing on them and you will feel like you’ve been hit by a freight train.

Waters: These fans love it, the action now coming to the outside, close up.

Brian goes crashing, rolling out of the ring and lands on the steel panel on the outside, holding his back and mainly his jaw once more. Brain gets up, looking like he has no clue of where he is, until he sees Jena as he backs away this time, saying ‘not kissing my jaw again’, backing into El Pablo who is now on the outside too, hitting Brian with lefts and rights, then hit’s a standing dropkick as Brian is sent flying backwards, straight over the guardrail. Several fans crash through the security guards as he get their hands on Sleazy B, a few older women touching parts which may be considered very entertaining.

Waters: RAPE! RAPE!!!

Daniels: I’ve not seen three old women excited as much as this since Shawn Waters accidentally walked into the female’s toilet while we were in Canada.

Waters: Those women almost gave me a hernia!

Masters: You two need to get out more. And Sleazy B needs security to do their jobs properly, it’s exactly what would happen to me if I moved out of this seat.

Daniels: I’m not sure about that, William. I saw you trying to chat a bunch of women up over there, and you got slapped right in the mug.

Masters: They were lesbians! Obviously!

Waters: Erm, I don’t think they were, because two minutes later they started kissing those other men, you know the ones, the much more attractive and more successful ones.

Masters: Listen, if I wanted to get a woman, I could, anytime…anywhere.

Waters: Well, I wasn’t going to mention it, but Jena over there has finished her lollipop, and she’s still hungry.

Masters: BAH!!!

Brian gets back up, as he steps around in circles, once again looking like a headless chicken, with no where to run as El Pablo immediately comes running in, jumps off the top off the guardrail, the fans stepping backwards as EP flies through the air…SUICIDE MOONSAULT INTO THE CROWD!!!!!!!

Daniels: THE FANS HAVE GONE INSANE!

Masters: I feel for the security guards, look at those mongrels charging through like a gay pride parade.

Waters: How do you know what they look like?!

Masters: Erm…Erm…you know…Jarred told me.

Waters: Riiiiight.

El Pablo is first to stand up, as he raises his arm in the air, thousands of fans cheering for his reckless attack. Brian now stands back up as El Pablo grabs him by the head, smashing it off the guardrail, then throwing him back over onto the steel panel below. El Pablo climbs back over, still in control of Brian as he runs his head into the commentary desk, El Pablo doing the ‘X’ sign to William Masters.

Masters: What the bloody hell is that meant to mean?!

Daniels: You wouldn’t understand, William. You’re not down with the X Division like me and Shawn.

Waters: The X Division isn’t a gang, Jarred. It’s not like the triads or something…

Daniels: I know, I know, I’m just saying, William isn’t hip like us.

Waters: Jarred, stop trying to be cool. And Willie, well he may have a fake hip, but no, he’s not hip.

Masters: How dare you, I can be hip thank you very much, Eminem calls me his homie. Ho, this match is puke, isn’t it erm…dog.

Waters: You know what, that wasn’t bad. Now go up to Zodiac and say that, and you’ll be straight in with the guys. *shakes head in amusement*

Masters: Yes, I told you, I’m down with the kids.

Waters: Okay, you’ve gone too far now, STOP PLAYING WITH CHILDREN!!!

Masters: No…I didn’t mean…BLOODY HELL!

Brian now elbows El Pablo in the gut, as he smashes his head off the desk, turning the tides of the match. Brian throws EP back into the ring, Brian now climbing up onto the apron, looking to springboard over, jumping up onto the steel chain and bounces off, hitting the diving DONKEY PUNCH to the back of EP’s neck. Brian dances around celebrating his attack, picking up heat from the crowd, some cheers and some boos.

Daniels: What exactly is a donkey punch?!

Waters: Ha ha ha, shall I take this one, or you, Willie.

Masters: You can.

Waters: Okay, erm Jarred, you know when you’re having sex…hang on, on second thoughts, you wouldn’t understand.

Daniels: I’M NOT A VIRGIN!

Waters: Yeah, and Jena Cyde doesn’t have a penis!

Brian lifts EP back up as he Irish whips him, EP reverses though as Brian bounces off the steel ropes, coming back and ducking a forearm smash attempt by the first ever Grand Slam Champion in CZW, bouncing off the ropes again, now coming back at great pace…FLYING FOREARM BY SLEAZY B!!! EP gets back up quickly as Brian hit’s a standing dropkick, EP back down again, but once again bouncing back up like a jack in a box, Brian kicks EP in the gut, then sets him up…TORNADO DDT…

NO…AMAZINGLY EL PABLO COUNTERS…as he hit’s a Twist Of Fate while Brian was swinging around his body for the Tornado DDT. The fans cheer as they appreciate another good counter in the match, EP now going for another cover.

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KICKOUT!

Blaze kicks out, trying to get back up but EP is there first, hitting Brian with a European Uppercut, knocking him back into the corner. El Pablo backs away again, now charging in with pace for a…FLYING BODY SPLASH…NO…Brian Blaze dodges as EP misses…BUT LANDS ON THE SECOND CHAIN WITH HIS FEET….AND MOONSAULTS HITTING BRIAN BLAZE WITH A MOONSAULT ON THE COUNTER…BUT BRIAN ROLLS THROUGH AND GETS A COVER…

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KICKOUT!

Daniels: These two guys are connecting with maneuvers so fast, it’s hard to keep track, and both guys with near falls there.

Waters: They have clearly studied each other’s game so much, they can almost counter every attack.

Daniels: And both these men fight in a such a similar style too. These fans are certainly enjoying watching this battle of…

Masters: Acrobats, that’s what these guys are, they should be in the bloody circus!

The fans are on the edge of their seats, after the amazing battle of wits shown by the two of them there. Both men are back up quickly, filled with adrenaline as the fans cheer them both on. They lock up, Brian gets Pabs in a headlock, but escapes quickly pushing him off, Brian though uses the momentum to springboard off the second steel rope…but unbeknownst to him, El Pablo has charged at the opposite ropes and springboards off them…AS BOTH MEN CLASH IN THE MIDDLE BOTH HITTING SPRINGBOARD ATTACKS…The scene looking like something form a martial arts movie…BRIAN BLAZE WITH A BACK ELBOW…AND EL PABLO WITH EXACTLY THE SAME ATTACK…BOTH MEN COLLIDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!!!!!

Daniels: AS WE WERE JUST SAYING, THESE MEN ARE SO SIMILAR IN THEIR ATTACKS…AND LOOK AT THAT!

Waters: Yes, both guys colliding in the center of the ring, and these fans love it.

Masters: These fans would love anything these guys did, they could just sit down and plays tiddlywinks and these puppets would start cheering and spluttering!

Waters: Bah Humbug!

‘CEE ZEE DUB’YA…CEE ZEE DUB’YA’

Daniels: You here it folks, ‘CZW’ is the echoes we here around these many thousands of fans! And it’s because these two guys are putting on a classic for them.

Jena wills Brian on as the unknown diva wills El Pablo on, the fans willing both of them on too as the referee begins a count to ten.

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Waters: AHHH!!! The old women from before are in tears after that!

Masters: Those hooligans are just grateful they got a grope before his grapefruits were turned into grape juice.

Waters: Hooligans?! They’re three OAP’s!

Masters: Exactly, and they’re the most rowdy of the lot of them!

Daniels: Look at Jena Cyde, she can relate to how Brian is feeling right now.

Waters: Ha ha, nice one, that was actually quite funny for you, Jarred.

Male fans in the audience look away feeling sympathy for Blaze, as female members look upset, as Blaze bounces up and down on the top steel chained rope screaming in pain. El Pablo runs off, springboards off the corner…

MODIFIED FIVE STAR EXPRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fans go bonkers as Brian drops off the top rope, landing on the steel panels below, almost feeling relief he’s off the top rope. El Pablo walks around the ring, circling it as the fans react like a Mexican wave to the Five Star Superstar. His unknown manager claps on too, dancing up and down looking pleased. El Pablo then looks on, noticing Brian moving around on the outside, as he gets to his feet off balance, El Pablo runs up…BASEBALL SLIDE THROUGH THE ROPES…

BUT MISSES…Brian dodges, as El Pablo manages to land on his feet somehow, Brian waiting for him though as he hits an Ensuigiri knocking Pabs to the floor. Brian gets up, holding his groin again, this time whilst holding his groin he doesn’t make inappropriate sounds…this time his grapefruits are in pain.

Masters: Any excuse for that pervert to have a feel.

Waters: Hey, I feel mine all the time, in fact I’ve had my hands down my pants for the last twenty minutes!

Masters: But you shook my hand ten minutes ago…

Waters: Ha ha…yep!

Daniels: Watch out, BRIAN HAS A CHAIR IN HAND!!!

El Pablo rises back up as Brian now grabs a steel chair, the fans actually cheering this, loving the match to get more violent.

SMASH!!!

Brian swings it into the spine of El Pablo, knocking him back down to his knees, as EP stretches in pain.

SMASH!!!

Brian swings it again, once again hitting the spine of his opponent. Brian throws the chair into the ring, as the damage is done. He lifts EP back up and spears him into the steel turnbuckle, then holds him there to swing a martial arts kick…BUT MISSES…as his leg bounces off the steel turnbuckle, echoing around the arena as the ring vibrates. El Pablo then hit’s a jumping hurricarana sending Brian face first into the turn post knocking him down, as EP looks just as badly hurt clutching at his lower back. Both managers come walking up to their respective partners, Jena Cyde trying to touch El Pablo to make sure he’s okay, as the unknown diva pushes her away, Jena reacting violently as she pushes the diva, sending her flying backwards, clearly more powerful than EP’s manager. Jena then lifts El Pablo up, as the Five Star Superstar has no idea it’s Jena, his stalker, thinking it’s his manager. El Pablo looks up, and jumps to one side, almost having his skin leap off his body, crashing backwards into the guardrail avoiding her.

Masters: El Pablo nearly feel right over the barricade then, I’m not sure who I’d rather be close to, Jena Cyde or those maniac fans.

Waters: Ha ha ha that was just like when you’re having a fiddle with your parts, watching the naughty channels, and then you look up and your Gran’s standing there, looking disappointed!

Daniels: How in the hell was that anything like that?!

Masters: And are you talking from experience, Shawn?

Waters: Of course. Rest in Piece, Doris.

Jena begins to walk after him, as El Pablo hobbles off, picking up pace as eventually there is a cat and mouse chase around the ring, El Pablo eventually running for his life as Jena Cyde bounces after him with her tongue out like a rabid dog. The fans applaud the scene, laughing at the squirmy X Division star…untill…

SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EL PABLO RUNS INTO A STEEL CHAIR…BRIAN BLAZE THRASHING IT ACROSS HIS FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: BLAZE JUST TOOK EL PABLO’S FACE OFF WITH THAT SHOT!

Waters: And it’s clear Jena Cyde is having a lot of influence over this contest.

Daniels: And Blaze is taking advantage of that.

Masters: Exactly why he brought that thing down here, Jarred. Bloody hell you really are slow.

Blood can quickly be seen trickling out of EP’s mask, running into his eyes, as EP becomes temporarily blinded. Blaze lifts up the chair, looking intense, getting a mixture of boos and cheers. Even though El Pablo could have been said as making a heel move when he attacked Blaze, the fans appear to be mostly on EP’s side in this X Division bout. Brian throws another chair into the ring, then picks up a steel trash can from ringside, throwing that into the ring also.

Masters: I wasn’t aware trash cans were allowed in this contest.

Waters: They’re steel aren’t they?

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Daniels: This match has took a turn for the worse for El Pablo here, Brian seems like he’s capable of doing anything to get a win here.

Waters: Like we said earlier, this is about more than Gold, this is about pride.

Masters: How can Blaze have any pride with that dress sense.

Waters: Are you kidding? You wish you looked like Sleazy B, I’ve seen you trying to fit into that spandex before, but Mr. pot belly has had too many roast dinners.

Masters: I have a six pack I have you know.

Waters: I’m sure you do, somewhere under all those layers of fat!

The fans cheer as they know exactly what Brian has in mind. He lifts up the trash can from earlier, and stuffs it in the bottom corner, positioning it in front of El Pablo’s bloodied face, wedging it tightly in. Brian walks back off, raising his arm in the air, both Jena and EP’s manager trying to tell Brian not to do this. Brian runs towards El Pablo, with no remorse in his mind…BASEBALL SLIDE INTO THE TRASH CAN!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: MY GOD…EL PABLO COULD BE DEAD!

Masters: We can only hope…

Daniels: And Brian is looking to hit him again, and unless the referee stops this, El Pablo may be in the worst position of his life.

Waters: That’s not true, being stuck in Ace King’s shadow was the worst position he’s ever been in.

Brian isn’t finished though, as he leaves El Pablo hanging in the corner, not capable of escaping. Brian walks off towards the perpendicular corner, climbing it as the fans chant for ‘CEE ZEE DUB’YA’. Brian stands tall on the top rope, raising his arms out wide, but before he can jump, El Pablo’s manager pleads for him not to do this move. Brian just blows her a kiss, but Jena Cyde comes bounding over towards her and pushes her viciously in the back, accidentally sending her crashing into the bottom steel rope…

AS BRIAN LOSES HIS BALANCE…AND FALLS GROIN FIRST…AGAIN…ON THE TOP STEEL ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Oops.

Masters: And the grannies are crying again, I think Mr. Entertainment may have just entertained for the last time.

Waters: Don’t worry ladies, you still have the Waterpiece!

Daniels: Jena made a calamity there, but in doing so, didn’t just hurt Sleazy B, it looks like she also hurt El Pablo’s unknown assistant. She hit that Steel chain pretty heavily.

Masters: And now she has El Pablo all to herself.

The fans laugh at the comical performance by Blaze, now rolling around the ring like a chicken, flapping around in circles holding his groin. Meanwhile, El Pablo’s manager lies unconscious after striking the steel chain with her head, Jena looking on only at El Pablo, not bothering about the rest of the damage she’s caused. El Pablo now gets released from the top rope by the referee, as he drops down onto the trash can, both Brian and EP down on the canvas. The referee however doesn’t make the count, as he checks on the diva on the outside, looking in a bad way.

Daniels: EMT’s flood the ringside now, and I don’t like to see anyone hurt, especially the divas.

Masters: She never should have gotten in the way of that raging bull, and El Pablo.

Daniels: Hopefully we will see her in the future, and find out exactly who she was. But now this match is left uneven, as Jena Cyde rules the outside.

Waters: Do you think I should go to the back and look after her?

Daniels: No, I’m sure that won’t be necessary.

The unknown diva who accompanied El Pablo to the ring is soon escorted to the back with the help of a couple of EMT’s, Jena Cyde with a smirk on her face watching as she leaves, leaving only Jena on the outside as support. The referee focuses back on the contest now as El Pablo amazingly is managing to stir, blood down the front of his mask and body. Brian is now pulling himself up on the steel chains that replace the ring ropes, wincing in pain holding his groin.

Waters: Brian Blaze is sweating like a paedophile in a playground.

Daniels: Does a paedophile sweat in a playground?

Waters: I don’t know, do you, Willie?

Masters: What?

Daniels: And he says I’m slow.

Brian hobbles in towards EP with a right hand, but misses, as EP ducks, and now unleashes several quick rapid right hands on Brian, Irish whip on Brian, as he runs off, but clings onto the top steel chain, El Pablo runs towards him as Brian pulls the top chain down, El Pablo falling over the top rope, but creatively manages to land on the apron, as he stays on balance, Brian walking off posing thinking EP had fallen out the ring. He turns around as EP is already in mid air off the springboard…MISSILE DROPKICK. Brian drops down but pops straight back up, as EP is on him again, jumping up…JUMPING DOUBLE ARM DDT…IDENTITY CRISIS!!! AND COVERS…

Daniels: FINISHER!!! This could be it!

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Masters: NO! YOU SLOW IMBECILE, IT WAS A TWO COUNT!

KICKOUT…REFEREE CALLS FOR THE TWO COUNT!

Both men get back up as both go for right hands, El Pablo getting the advantage, acting like the sight of blood has spurred him on, Irish whip on Brian as he shoots him off into the ropes, El Pablo at the same time though runs towards another set of steel ropes, bouncing off and meeting Brian Blaze half way…HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN…Brian popping back up again, but this time looking slower, running straight into a SPINEBUSTER BY THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR…AND ANOTHER COVER…

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Brian is out again, rolling away trying to escape the momentum of El Pablo. As he gets back up again, EP now grabs a steel chair, holding it up waving it around to the fans, who applaud. Brian is back up, dizzily dancing around, as El Pablo throws him the chair…Brian catches…EL PABLO RUNS IN…ROLLING THUNDER INTO…NO…BRIAN SMASHES THE STEEL CHAIR INOT THE HEAD OF EL PABLO IN MID AIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: THAT’S IT…KNOCK HIS BLOODY BLOCK OFF!

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The referee calls once again for a two count, as Brian smashes a steel chair into the canvas, looking highly frustrated. Brian exit’s the ring as he walks around the outside, shoving past Jena Cyde not even listening to her, as he grabs the steel ring bell.

Waters: Ding Dong, it’s about to get messy in here.

El Pablo begins to stir inside the ring, the blood oozing out his mask in a horrific sight. Blaze slides back inside with the ring bell in hand, waiting for El Pablo to get up, stalking him like a wild animal…The fans cheer for El Pablo to get up, as he does, spinning around as he faces Brian Blaze…WHO RUINS IN WITH THE STEEL RING BELL…

BUT MISSES…Brian drops the ring bell as El Pablo picks up a steel chair, throwing it at Brian and immediately follows up with a DROPKICK INTO THE STEEL CHAIR INTO THE FACE OF BLAZE!!!!!

Daniels: OUCH! I don’t think Brian has anything to attract the women with after this match.

Waters: He’ll still be entertaining.

Masters: A crippled castrated ugly freak dancing around doesn’t sound entertaining to me!

Waters: Really?! I would pay good money to see that shit!

El Pablo doesn’t go for a cover this time, as he now exit’s the ring looking for another weapon. The fans chant for EP as he rushes as much as he can, before Jena gets to him, pulling out…

A SHEET OF GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: HE CAN’T USE THAT…IT’S AGAISNT THE RULES!

Daniels: It’s not against the rules of the X Division, William. El Pablo revolutionised the Greenhouse match, and he loves to play with glass.

Masters: It’s a Steel City Death Match…not a bloody Greenhouse match, you fool.

El Pablo slides back into the ring as he does exactly what Blaze did before, stalking his opponent, this time with a sheet of glass in his hand, not steel however a memorable weapon in the X Division, and made famous by the Five Star Superstar. Brian begins to stir as Jena screams into the ring with her manly like voice, pleading for El Pablo to stop. Brian dances around again, in no mans land…AS EL PABLO RUNS AT HIM WITH THE SHEET OF GLASS…SPRINGS OFF THE CORNER…

AND SMASHES THE GLASS SHATTERING IT ON THE HEAD OF BRIAN BLAZE!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘CEE ZEE DUB’YA…CEE ZEE DUB’YA’

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‘X DIVISION…X DIVISION…X DIVISION’

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Daniels: What a battle these two have been through tonight, all in the name of the X Division. Whoever wins this contest must be considered as a contender for not just the X Title, but the World Title.

Masters: Okay, calm down, don’t get ahead of yourself here Jarred, remember exactly WHO is the World Champion! And you know him very well…

Daniels: I’m wearing a neck brace because of that mad man. I hope he loses that belt here tonight.

Waters: You can’t say that, Jarred.

Daniels: I can say whatever I want about that man!

They lock up, as El Pablo takes Brian down with an arm drag, Brian back up though and kicks El Pablo in the gut, lifting him up for his famous Pumphandle Piledriver… Daniels: THIS IS WHAT I DID TO YOUR MOTHER LAST NIGHT…

Masters: I beg your bloody pardon…

Daniels: NO…EL PABLO ROLLS OFF THE CLUTCHES OF BRIAN…LANDING ON HIS FEET…TWIST OF FATE…NO BRIAN SWINGS OUT…KICK TO THE GUT…SICK KICK…BLAZING ARROW…THE COVER…

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Waters: NO…I DON’T THINK IT WAS!

Masters: The referee says it was a two count, you were wrong again, Jarred.

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THE CROWD GOES NUTS AS THE CONTEST CONTINUES…BRIAN BACK UP HOLDING HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS…El Pablo begins to stir again, some how making his way to his feet. Brian doesn’t waste any more time though, as he grabs him, dragging him into the center of the ring…PUMPHANDLE ATTEMPT AGAIN…

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The fans are literally on the edge of their seats now, with the match at full flow, both men back up again as Brian runs at El Pablo, but gets dropped with a drop toe hold, landing throat first onto the bottom steel chain. Brian gets back up though as El Pablo catches him…TWIST OF FATE!

Masters: Thank God this match has finally slowed down, I was beginning to feel nauseous.

Daniels: And El Pablo isn’t going for a cover this time, what is he thinking?!

The third attempt at the Twist of Fate and the second time hit, as Brian is down and out in the center of the ring. The fans scream for El Pablo, who surprisingly doesn’t go for another pin attempt, perhaps knowing he needs to do something special to put away Sleazy B this evening. That is exactly why he picks up a steel chair, holding it up in the air, to the fans who scream for the…

‘STEEL ELBOW…STEEL ELBOW…STEEL ELBOW’

Waters: STEEL ELBOW, JARRED…THAT’S WHAT HE’S THINKING!

El Pablo responds as he begins to climb towards the top turnbuckle, the fans dancing with excitement, the whole atmosphere special. As he reaches the top, Brian still hasn’t moved a muscle, but Jena Cyde does however. She climbs up onto the apron as El Pablo looks down at her. She quickly grabs the chair off El Pablo, as both characters exchange words, Jena pulling it straight out the hands of El Pablo as the whole arena is in a fit of boos for the shemale. With the disturbance, El Pablo is now unfocussed on his opponent, who miraculously gets up to his feet, and shoots up onto the middle steel chain, as both competitors begin a battle high up in the air.

Daniels: I knew Jena Cyde would get involved in this contest, it can’t end like this, with interference.

Masters: Sure it can. Both men now battling up high, and knowing these two, they’re probably enjoying it.

Daniels: These fans certainly are, and so am I!

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Daniels: BLAZE WITH AN ALMIGHTY FALL OFF THE TOP ROPE THERE…AND EL PABLO COULD FINISH IT RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!

Masters: Ha, but you’re forgetting one thing, Jarred. He hasn’t got his precious steel chair.

Daniels: No, that beast Jena Cyde has it, and if she hadn’t of grabbed it, this could be all over now.

Waters: The love of a good woman, hey.

This is the opportunity El Pablo needs, as he stands above Brian Blaze still on the top rope, but without his steel chair and his famous finisher. El Pablo is reluctant to dive off, as the fans chant and cheer him on, the arena almost shaking on it’s axis as the whole of New York is cheering for the legendary El Pablo to finish his opponent off… BUT JENA CYDE CLIMBS UP ONTO THE APRON AGAIN…

Daniels: REFEREE…GET THIS THING OUT OF HERE…

Waters: WAIT A MINUTE JARRED…I THINK SHE HAS A CHANE OF HEART!

JENA SHOCKS THE WORLD…AS SHE HANDS THE STEEL CHAIR BACK TO HER ON TRUE LOVE…EL PABLO…BACKSTABBING THE MAN SHE’S OUT TO SUPPORT…BRIAN BLAZE!!!!

Masters: That bloody troll, she really does love this little mouse like creature doesn’t she.

Waters: Opposites attract I guess.

Daniels: AND YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS…

The fans chant once again the famous words, the finisher of El Pablo, as he dives off the top rope flying high…AND CRASHES DOWN…

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THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE THREE COUNT…SIGNALLING THE END OF THE MATCH…AND FOR THE WINNER TO BE ANNOUNCED…

Towers: AND THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST…THE X DIVISION LEGEND…THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR…EL PAAAAAAAAAAABBBBLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Jena Cyde is in the ring now, I’m not sure El Pablo is going to get the celebrations he was hoping for.

Waters: Jena is liable to do anything right now, I feel bad for the flamboyant squirrel.

Daniels: WHAT A CONTEST…I AM STILL IN SHOCK OVER WHAT JUST HAPPENED…

The referee and Jena Cyde lifts El Pablo up who looks just as bad as Brian Blaze, both bloodied messes. El Pablo looks at Jena Cyde who kisses him on the cheek, EP too tired to escape this time, as Jena Cyde backs off with a smothering look in her eyes, leaving El Pablo to celebrate his win.

Daniels: Well, what is transpiring there?! And look out…BRIAN BLAZE IS UP…AND LOOKS PISSED!

Brian Blaze finally stirs, as the referee helps him up, El Pablo celebrating in each of the four corners, holding his hands up in an X Sign to the fans as they appreciate the X Division bout they just witness. As El Pablo drops down, he turns around and bumps into Brian, who is standing in his way, holding his head. A moment of silence ensues as both men stare each other down, before…

Masters: NO…NO!!!

El Pablo holds out his hand, as Brian shakes it, and hugs El Pablo, both men showing each other respect, as the fans cheer for both men.

Daniels: Great sportsmanship there from both men, after a legendary X Division bout.

Masters: Bloody disgusting if you ask me, they should be tearing each other’s heads off, not hugging like a couple of BUMDERS!

Waters: Calm down Willie, don’t get excited, and you’re getting those OAP’s excited again.

Daniels: These fans certainly appreciate what these two men have just done, and hopefully they can put their differences aside from now on. We’ll be back straight after this folks…

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-=- FATAL FOUR WAY INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH! -=-
Brian Kirkland (c) vs Kimo Newton vs Alex Kaelin vs Mike King
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Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is to be held under FATAL FOUR-WAY rules for the CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first..."

"My Hood' plays through the arena, and Kimo Newton heads down to the ring to a chorus of cheers.

Towers: "From Honolulu, Hawaii, KIMO NEWTON!!"

Kimo gets into the ring and takes a swig from his bottle, appealing to the crowd before "I'm Bad" by the Last Vegas plays, and Alex Kaelin heads out to a mostly negative reaction.

Towers: "Introducing next, from Las Vegas, Nevada, ALEX KAELIN!!"

Kaelin confidently makes his way to the ring, posing briefly before "Welt" by AM Conspiracy plays. Towers: "The final challenger, from Buckeye, Arizona, 'the Phoenix,' MIKE KING!!"

King heads out onto the ramp...wearing Kirkland's K-busa mask! The crowd reacts with slight confusion as King stalks down to the ring, keeping an eye on his opponent. "Personal Jesus" plays, heralding the arrival of the champion.

Towers: "And introducing the champion, from Dallas, North Carolina, the CZW Intercontinental Champion, 'the Reaper,' BRIAN KIRKLAND!!"

Kirkland heads down to the ring, regarding Mike with a strange expression. He poses with his belt before handing it to the ref, and moments later, the opening bell rings!

Daniels: "And the bell has rung! Kirkland and King seem to instantly be looking to work together against the other two opponents."

Waters: "We'll see how long that lasts. We all know that the gold will have them fighting eachother before it's over."

Masters: "As long as they kill Kimo first, then I won't mind so much."

Suddenly, Kimo and Alex nod to eachother and rush Kirkland and King, Kimo diving onto King with a Thez press, raining down fists into his face. Kaelin knocks Kirkland down with a lariat, quickly bounding off the near side and driving an elbow down into the champion's face!

Daniels: "Looks like Kimo and Kaelin had a plan of their own!"

Masters: "Treachery!"

Waters: "Intelligence!"

Daniels: "Kimo now trying to rip that mask off of King!"

Waters: "Yeah, I was going to ask about that. Why is he wearing it in the first place? Is it some sort of 'band' thing or what?"

Daniels: "It's Kirkland's mask, and I assume King wanted it for a psychological advantage."

Waters: "Everyone's already got the psychological advantage against Kirkland...the guy's deranged!"

King finally manages to grab Kimo by the hair, working a foot up to his chest and flipping him over his head. King quickly gets to his feet, barely beating Kimo, and he launches into a flying lariat, taking the Hawaiian Hustler off his feet. On the other side, Kaelin has Kirkland up, slamming him back to the mat with a vertical suplex.

Daniels: "Excellent maneuver there by Kaelin on the champ. He goes for the cover but Kirkland kicks out before a one count."

Masters: "Mike King off the rope with a perfectly executed knee to Kimo's perfectly lopsided head! I think Kimo's mother drank more rum than he did...while she was carrying him in the womb!"

Waters: "Lovely visual image there...Kaelin off the ropes now as Kirkland stands, clothesline attempt is ducked! Kaelin turns around and BK with a solid side-kick to the gut! He hooks his arms up...BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!"

Kaelin rolls through and back to his feet, meanwhile, the momentum of the move now has Kirkland in a seated position. Alex charges at Kirkland, nailing him in the temple with a running knee. As he runs through, however, King catches him with a vicious clothesline!

Daniels: "King coming to the aid of his partner there! He lifts Kaelin back to his feet...cravate hold...into a suplex! Kirkland now getting back to his feet, as is Kimo! Kimo goes after King, but Kirkland with a leaping calf-kick! Youthful Aggression in complete control here, we could be one Murder 101 or Shining Metallica away from a winner!"

Waters: "Seriously, what's with all the Metallica themed names?"

Masters: "King likes Metallica, Waters. If you had any musical tastes, you would, too!"

Waters: "Name one of their songs, Masters."

Masters: "St. Anger."

Waters: "You only know that because it's ALSO one of his moves!"

Masters: "Piss off, Aussie. Go listen to INXS."

Waters: "Whatever. I think King should name all of his moves after crappy rock bands."

Daniels: "Gentlemen, please! Kirkland and King now with Kimo back up...double back suplex!"

BK and King continue their double-team assault, whipping Kaelin hard into the corner. They set Alex up into the corner and ascend as well, hooking him up for a double superplex!

Waters: "This is gonna hurt!"

The fans begin to make a ruckus, however, as Kaelin starts to fight back, alternately punching each man in the ribs over and over, finally breaking free enough to switch up the attack into alternating headbutts! Kirkland falls off! Kaelin lifts King half-way up suplex-style and then lets him fall face-first to the mat! Alex gets to his feet and the fans roar in anticipation of a big move!

Daniels: "450 SPLASH BY KAELIN TO THE CHAMPION!!"

The moment is short-lived, however, as Kimo Newton springboards in from the ring apron, dropkicking Alex who was just kneeling up from the splash!!

Masters: "WHERE DID KIMO COME FROM!?"

Waters: "Honolulu, duh. The info is on your monitor."

Masters: "Keep it up, ass, and there will be TWO of you wearing neck braces!"

Daniels: "King is back up and Kimo takes him back to the mat with a superkick!! Kimo pins King!!"

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Daniels: "You can tell that the fans thought that one was over for sure!"

Kirkland and Kaelin get to their feet, and Alex attempts to take Kirkland down with a running spear. The champion quickly side-steps and throws Alex to the outside between the ropes!! BK then goes after Kimo, who turns just in time to duck a running lariat. Kirkland continues with the momentum, bounding off the near ropes, but Kimo connects with a spinning roundhouse that knocks BK out and OVER the top ropes!!

Waters: "Kimo knocks the taste out of Kirkland's mouth with that kick! It's just King and Kimo in the ring at the moment. Kimo picks King up but King blasts him with a green mist!! Sick!! Kimo is blind!!"

Kimo is staggered, trying to clear his eyes, and King moves up behind him, locking him into a cobra clutch, wrenching back on the move for a few seconds before spinning Newton out and taking him off his feet with a short-arm clothesline! King roars to the crowd as he backs away from Kimo, crouching in the corner and measuring him up for something big!

Daniels: "King now waiting for Kimo to stand. What could he possibly have in store for the Hustler?"

Waters: "Could it be the Motley Crue Cutter? Or perhaps the Van Halenator?"

Masters: "Maybe it's the 'shut up and get your own jokes!"

Waters: "Maybe it's your face!"

King charges as Kimo finally stands and turns around, and King connects with a big spear, quickly pulling Kimo back to his feet and locking him in a cross-arm hold!

Daniels: "King Combo on the way! NO!"

As King lifts Kimo for the German suplex, Kimo somehow blocks, throwing his weight forward and rolling King up into a victory roll!

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Waters: "Almost had him again!"

Daniels: "Kirkland is back to his feet, heading into the ring...NO!"

*THWAAACK!!*

Daniels: "ALEX KAELIN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! HE JUST WAFFLED THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION WITH THAT WEAPON!!"

Kimo and King get to their feet and Kimo staggers King with a series of kicks, hitting the near side for a running attack, but he fails to notice Kaelin who takes the opportunity to swing from the floor and slam Kimo across the back with his chair, which the crowd jeers loudly!!

Daniels: "Kaelin using that steel chair to gain the advantage here! He slides into the ring and now he's measuring King!"

Kaelin winds up as Mike King gets to his feet, charging in as he does so with a running overhand chair-swing. King barely dodges said attempt, kneeing Kaelin in the gut and quickly taking him down with a swinging neckbreaker!

Masters: "Swinging neckbre-"

Waters: "KIP WINGER SWINGER!!"

Masters: "I hate you."

Kirkland has rolled into the ring and grabbed Kimo as he stands, hitting his modified Sambo suplex, the BK EDGE!!

Daniels: "Kirkland with the pin out of nowhere on Kimo!!"

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Kirkland snaps up to his feet and gets in King's face, the crowd cheering as Youthful Aggression begin to voice their differences. Kirkland yells at King that he had the match, but King gestures that he is going after the belt, no matter what!

Daniels: "Here we go, the fireworks are about to fly! Neither man wants to walk out of here with the belt!"

Waters: "Called it."

Masters: "Can't they both win somehow?"

Tempers boil over and Kirkland shoves King, who in turn shoves Kirkland! Kirkland shoves back and this time King responds with a strong right hand!

Waters: "JOVI PUNCH!"

Masters: "What does that even mean!?"

Daniels: "King and Kirkland trading heavy shots! King finally kicks Kirkland in the thigh! Kirkland with a strong side-kick to King! King goes for a lariat, but Kirkland ducks, both men turn and...GREEN MIST!! BOTH MEN JUST BLASTED EACHOTHER WITH GREEN MIST!! The crowd loves it!!"

Taking advantage of their disabled opponents, Kaelin and Newton jump into action, with Alex grabbing Kirkland and Kimo grabbing King, hitting them with stereo BULLDOGS!! Kimo begins to tear and wrench at King's mask, finally tearing it off, holding it aloft for the fans to see. King begins to roll around frantically trying to cover his face!

Waters: "What's that goon doing? Everyone knows what he looks like already!"

Daniels: "I guess he was just 'in the zone' or something!"

Waters: "Kenny Loggins joke withheld."

Masters: "Thank Go-"

Waters: "DANGER ZONE!!"

Masters: "FUCK!!"

Kaelin whips BK into the turnbuckle with authority, the force staggering Kirkland away from the corner. Kaelin snags him and executes a beautiful northern-lights suplex, bridging for the pin!!

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Daniels: "Kimo with a baseball slide there to break up that pin attempt! He recovers and picks Alex back up, nailing a flurry of strikes, OH, that backhand knocked Kaelin silly! KIMO WITH A BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!!

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Masters: "King has regained his composure, now hooking Kimo up...TIGER SUPLEX!!

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Waters: "Kaelin picks King up, but King fires off a pair of fists to the gut! King goes for a big elbow, but Kaelin ducks!! FADE TO BLACK!! FADE TO BLACK!! King falls to the mat almost in slow motion like a cartoon character!! Kaelin for the win!!

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Waters: "Kirkland picks Alex up...powerbomb? YES!! MURDER 101! Kirkland wrenches back with all his might!!"

Daniels: "Kaelin can't reach the ropes!! He's going to tap!! He's...KIMO!!"

Kimo Newton hits a hard superkick on Kirkland, breaking the elevated crab and flooring the champion. The burst of energy causes Kimo to fall face first on the mat, and all four men begin to slowly try to struggle to their feet.

Waters: "Kaelin has pulled himself up into a corner, and Kimo in the opposite. Youthful Aggression follow suit, all four of these men look exhausted!"

Masters: "It's all part of their plan. Every great leader has his strategy."

Waters: "And every rose has its thorn."

Masters: "You son of a-"

Daniels: "King and Kirkland both charge the opposition, King rushing Kaelin and Kirkland charging Kimo! Kaelin gets the feet up and staggers King back! Kimo leans back and elevates himself over Kirkland, causing the champion to spear the ringpost!!"

Waters: "Kaelin springboards up to the top and MOONSAULTS ONTO KING!! KIMO WITH A SUNSET FLIP ON KIRKLAND!! The ref counts both falls!!

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Masters: "YES!!"

Daniels: "Close, but no cigar there! Kimo and Kaelin are both shocked!"

Waters: "Looks like they're going to try working together here again! Kaelin whips King towards Kimo, but King reverses! Kimo with a superkick on Kaelin!! King spears Kimo as he was trying to process what was going on!!"

King takes Kimo down and then quickly moves him back to his feet, locking in the cross-arm lock and connecting with a rolling German suplex! At the same time, Kirkland has seized a stunned Alex Kaelin from behind, locking his arms behind his back and rolling underneath for the...

Masters: "ANEURYSM!!"

Meanwhile, King has rolled through with his German suplex and connected with the final inverted powerbomb portion.

Masters: "KING COM-"

Waters: "BRETT MICHAELS BOMB!!"

Masters: "JUST GO TO HELL AND DIE, WATERS!!"

Daniels: "Kirkland covers Kaelin and King has Kimo locked in a pin after that combination!!"

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Daniels: "Both Kirkland and King get up celebrating, but..."

Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest..."

Kirkland goes to get his belt from the referee.

Towers: "And NEW Intercontinental Champion..."

Kirkland freezes in his tracks, slowly looking over to Jessica.

Towers: "The Phoenix,' MIKE...KING!!"

The referee hands King the belt and he gazes at it, looking almost in shock. Kirkland seems likewise shocked and more than a little upset.

Waters: "Uh-oh, we could see more issues between the YA members here! After the comments that Ryan Shane has been making as of late, you have to wonder just how united these guys are anymore!"

BK stares at King, his jaw clenched, pointing over at Kaelin whom he had pinned. King gestures towards Kimo, as if trying to defend his actions. Kirkland looks away, his hands on his hips, a frustrated expression on his face. Finally, he turns back towards King...

and hugs his partner, congratulating him on his win. King's music begins to play and he holds his title high, celebrating his newest achievement.

***

You see static on the screen. After a few moments, it suddenly dies to black and there's nothing for a moment. Then, in a combination of yellow and red, you see this.

Chicago, Illinois. August 22nd. United Center. CZW's flagship and biggest pay-per-view event of the year.

+ HATEWAVE 2010 +

The screen resumes to static after the CZW logo flashes in and out for a moment, and then cuts to another feed.

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The camera shot switch to the backstage area. There, you see CZW interviewer Ryan Lewis, in a dark grey suit, standing in front of Alan Fiscus' locker room door.

LEWIS: "Ryan Lewis here, or as some call me, Ry Lew, and I am hoping to get a few last minute words from the champ before he heads out to the ring for the main event of this spectacular pay-per-view."

* knock knock *

Ryan pushes open the door, to find Alan, Hellena, and Frank. No Sam, No Garrett. Alan is stretching his arms and legs, and both Frank and Hellena are in his ear giving him encouraging words. They see Ryan walk in.

LEWIS: "Alan, any last minute words before you go face what has to be the biggest challenge to your World title yet?"

Alan just looks at him. Alan wears no shirt, and is wearing his black ring gear. He wears the CZW World Heavyweight title around his waist. His hair is wet and combed back. After a few seconds, Alan responds.

ALAN: "First of all, The Jackal isn't the biggest challenge to my title yet, he's just NEXT. And yeah, I've got some words for Jackson, and for all of you non-believers out there. Including you, Lewis. Karl, you can act all bad ass and sadistic all you like, tying up people and torturing them... even suggesting you've killed them. But you see, that's all it is. AN ACT. You don't fool me, and I can't believe you fool ANYONE with that schtick. I know the role you play, is only that. A role. Because, for starters, if you really DID kill that guy, as you would have everyone believe... you wouldn't be here in New York, about to face the baddest son of a bitch you've ever seen. No, you'd be IN JAIL. So bring out all your tricks, employ all your tactics, envision as many game plans as you want. Go ahead and pretend that Alan Fiscus fears The Jackal. Pretend away, because that's obviously something you like to do quite often. In fact, after you've been humiliated and defeated, you might as well pretend you actually won the title. Because that's the closest you're ever going to get to it as long as it's around my waist. In that fantasy world of yours where you actually mean something. You know something, you absolutely make me SICK, Karl. You have all these people fooled that you're THE bad ass. Well, I'll tell you right now, that monikor belongs to an old friend of mine and you are NOT him. Right about now, you're probably in your locker room, with a thousand butterflies in your stomach. You're realizing that no, you don't have what it takes, and what have you got yourself into. You got yourself into the riot, is what you've done. You've become enemy #1 to 'The Fiscus clan,' as everyone likes to call us. Like we're some sort of cult. We don't need to name our unit. We're not just another silly stale stable. We're BLOOD. We're FAMILY. Something you seem to have very little of lately, Karl."

LEWIS, interrupting: "Oh, that's too low, that's --"

Alan suddenly grabs the microphone out of his hands and shoves him into a wall.

ALAN: "NEVER interrupt me again, Lewis! Or you'll get what Daniels got a few days ago. You hear me!? Everyone's taking their turns disrespecting me, and trying their damnedest to ignore the consequences. Well, when you see that bald heap of broken bones and unfulfilled dreams in the ring tonight, take NOTE. THAT is what happens when you cross the Sadistic Solution. THAT is what happens when you disrespect me. You get BROKEN. I shouldn't even have to say this, my actions should speak clearly as it is, but America just keeps getting dumber and dumber. Instincts are replaced with Ipods. Determination is replaced with Facebook. Common sense is replaced with American Idol. Disgusting wastes of breath, the whole lot of this country. It amazes me we haven't been completely wiped off the face of the earth yet. Well you idiots keep getting fatter and dumber, and I'll continue to be the KING of this industry. The humanoids mean nothing to me, just like YOU mean nothing to me, Ryan, and just like Karl Jackson will soon mean nothing to ANYONE. The time for talking is over. The time for intimidating tactics is over. Karl, you won't be torturing anyone tonight, son. You get as angry as you want, all you do is look like you are constipated. I don't fear you, boy. I don't fear your pathetic ankle lock. I don't fear your insignificant Jackal lock. What a creative name you have for that move. You are a Jackal, yes, but not in the ways you see yourself. You are mangy, cowardly, and the type that only picks up the scraps from another's kill. You think you are rabid? Soon, you'll be neutered. VERY soon. In fact... it's time to go. Ryan, get your pathetic ass out of my locker room, I have some last minute preparations before I dismantle your golden boy and put the hopes of many to bed once and for all. Get!"

Alan shoves the mic back into Ryan's hands, and kicks at Ryan who scurries as fast as he can out of the locker room. He is barely through the door before it slams shut right behind him.

LEWIS: "Jesus! Well, obviously, the champ is in the foulest mood _I've_ ever seen him in. This is going to be an epic battle. Back to you guys."

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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH: CAGE STRYKER IS GUEST REF! -=-
Karl "The Jackal" Jackson (w/ Godzilla Sawyer) vs "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus (c) (w/ Frank Finch)
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Waters: “What strong words from current CZW Heavyweight Champion Alan Fiscus. He does look ready for this match.”

Masters: “Of course he’s ready. I’m just afraid that Sawyer is going to get involved in this match and somehow cost him the title.”

Waters: “And Finch won’t do the same to Jackson?”

Masters: “When has Frank Finch ever interfered. He’s there for advice, not to physically help.”

Waters: “I’m sure we can find more than enough video. Isn’t that right, Jarred? Jarred...”

The camera shot changes to the announce team. Jarred is looking away from the camera, an angry look on his face.

Waters: “Ok, it appears that Jarred is...unavailable at the moment. Now, just to let the fans know, while the Champions addressed the live and Pay-Per-View audience, a chain link fence has been erected around the ringside area. Now we will have a few words from Jesse Montana, General Manager of CZW.”

Still in his wheelchair, Montana is pushed out of the wrester’s entrance. He remains at the top of the ramp as an aid hands him a microphone.

Montana: “I know everyone has some questions about the fencing. Simply put, while I hate both Karl Jackson and Alan Fiscus, as General Manager, sometimes I have to look at the big picture. For this match, there is too big of a chance it will get very, very extreme and too big of a chance of outside interference from multiple parties. So this fence is meant not to be used as a weapon, and with it being behind the ring barriers, it will be more difficult for the participants to do that. We all know they would probably used something anyway, so I don’t care if the fencing becomes involved. What it does do, however, is places another obstacle in the way of interference. If anyone from either man’s camp tries to get to the ring, security will reach them before they can climb the fence. This will be between Jackson and Fiscus, and to a lesser extent Sawyer and Finch, who will be inside the fence. As much as I love a good fight, too many participants would make this event a chaotic mess, and I cannot have that in a Heavyweight Championship Pay-Per-View match. Thank you. You can take it from here, Jessica.”

As Jesse had spoken, Head Ring Announcer Jessica Towers had made her way to the ring.

Jessica: “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Main Event for Summer Showdown and it is a CZW World Heavyweight Championship Match! Introducing first to the ring out special referee and former CZW World Champion...Cage Stryker!”

Stryker comes out from the back with the referee shirt and straight leg pants on but otherwise looks good and does his usual entrance, greeting the fans as his music plays.

Jarred: “The fans are really getting into the appearance of Cage Stryker, a truly great World Champion in 2009, which is fitting based on what he’s done.”

Masters: “Are you insinuating that Alan Fiscus is not as good a champ as Stryker was?”

Jarred: “Cage defended the title more often against a wider variety of opponents. I’m not insinuating anything. I think I made my point perfectly clear.”

Jessica: “And making his way to the arena, currently residing in Orlando Florida, standing 6' 0" and weighing 235 lbs, and accompanied to the ring by Godzilla Sawyer, he is a former CZW Intercontinental Champion and tonight challenger...’THE JACKAL’ KARL...JACKSONNNNNNN!”

The song ‘Path’ by Apocalypta blasts over the arena speakers and the audience erupts as Jackson comes into view. He doesn’t greet the fans like Stryker but he does not ignore them, walking so that they can slap his shoulder as he passes and agreeing with signs that predict his victory tonight. Sawyer follows Karl’s lead on the other side of the aisle. They do not acknowledge the arena security standing at the open gate of the fence, instead just walking on by and climbing into the ring to await Jackson’s opponent. Sawyer shakes hands and greet Cage Stryker, but Jackson simply looks at the special ref once before glaring at the wrestler’s entrance, standing perfectly still.

Jessica: “And his opponent, hailing from Wichita, Kansas, he stands 6' 1" and weighs 242 lbs, accompanied to the ring by his manager Frank Finch and his valet Hellena, he is the current CZW World Heavyweight Champion...The Sadistic Solution...ALAN FIIIIIIIIIIISCUUUUUS!”

Alan steps out from behind the curtain to a huge chorus of jeers, but he smiles big and pretends to site down a rifle and shoot at members of the audience while Frank and Hellena both act like the audience isn’t even worth looking at. Alan brings his hands up suddenly and red pyro shoots into the air! He polishes the championship belt he carries over his shoulder and kisses it once before walking toward the ring, taunting the fans as he goes. He mocks acting frightened as he passes the security but watches a moment after passing the gate to watch as they close the entrance into the fenced area and chain it. Alan sees the announcers table and looks directly at Jarred Daniels and acts like his neck is hurt before laughing hysterically. Finally, Alan steps into the ring even as Stryker tells Sawyer to go to ringside.

Jarred: “That man is wretched. He is so totally evil I can’t believe he hasn’t been arrested or ‘future endeavored’ from this company.”

Masters: “He’s the Champion. They can’t just do that.”

Jarred: “They could, William. They just don’t. Anyone does a truly criminal act should be summarily fired.”

Waters: “That’s neither here nor there. Stryker signals, the bell rings, and the match is under way.”

Alan smiles a big grin, points his finger at Karl...and pretends to shoot a pistol. A moment later, Karl’s face is a mask of anger as he slams into Fiscus and both of them fall through the ropes to the arena floor!

Jarred: “BUST HIS HEAD, KARL!”

Masters: “You can’t just shout that out, you biased bastard! You are always on me for favoring certain wrestlers. Alan didn’t even get a chance to take his T-shirt off.”

Jarred, a cold edge on his voice: “Now is not the time to mess with me, William, neck brace or no neck brace.”

Karl is on top of Alan throwing punches down on his enemy. Frank Finch seems to try to help his ally, but Godzilla Sawyer heads him off and warns him back without interfering even as Fiscus rolls Karl over and begins to punch ‘the Jackal’. Karl takes a few of these before shoving Alan off, and both men rise to their feet.

Waters: “Now, as they feel each other up...I mean, out a little here, lets compare styles. Size wise, they match up pretty evenly. Jackson is one of CZW’s ultimate scientific and submission wrestlers, and one of the few who have truly adapted that style to Extreme matches. Alan, meanwhile, almost doesn’t have a ‘style’. After being in wrestling so long, he uses his experience and changes his tactics from match to match, making him unpredictable and effective. Basically, the winner will be decided suddenly and probably not in a way we would expect, like a telegraphed finisher.”

William: “Yup, Alan will finish it with one surprise move that Karl won’t be able to counter.”

Jarred: “I don’t even care if Alan wins. If Karl breaks both of Fiscus’ legs, the champ won’t be able to defend and would lose the belt anyway.”

Waters: “Jarred, you’re beginning to scare me.”

At ringside it’s a pure brawl as both men punch each other. After a dozen punches ‘The Jackal’ gains an advantage and, after three forearms to ‘The Solution’s’ face, Karl rolls the Champion back into the ring and climbs back in himself.

Masters: “Oh, man, it looks like Karl gets first blood as we can see some red coloring Alan’s left nostril, but just a little, not a gusher. I’m sure Fiscus will pay him back for that soon.”

Waters: “But Karl grabs a still staggered champ and pushes him into the corner and crashes his knee three times into Alan’s ribs. He repeats the move three times into Alan’s other side, then hip tosses ‘the Sadistic Solution’ to the middle of the ring! Good strategy, as a hip toss usually isn’t that damaging but Alan is obviously in a lot of pain after his side was softened up. Karl isn’t wasting a moment. Alan is still on his side...Karl drops a knee right onto the ribs! Ouch!”

Jarred: “That is a good strategy. There are so many submissions Karl knows that stretch the torso, anything he does to his opponent’s side or back will make the submission hurt even more.”

Masters: “So, you finally did some commentary for this match?”

Jarred: “I’m still a professional. I just hate Alan Fiscus, too. And apparently that is Ok with corporate.”

Masters: “So is what he did to you because they didn’t terminate his contract.”

Jarred: “Masters, so help me...”

Waters: “Anyway, gentlemen, Karl is helping Alan to his feet...abdomenal stretch! You called it, Jarred. This usually isn’t a submission move, but it still causes a lot of pain and weakens that part of the body for any number of other holds. Alan is grimacing and shouting out in pain.”

Masters: “BREAK THE MOVE, ALAN!”

Jarred: “BREAK HIS RIBS, KARL!!!”

Waters: “I can’t believe I’m being the level-headed one here! Alan is fighting and hits with an elbow to Karl’s gut. A second elbow...but Karl switches the hold...and Gutwrench Suplex! Alan slams down hard. Karl grabs a handful of curly hair and pulls Fiscus to his feet, with Frank Finch just about having a fit at ringside...Backbreaker! He drops Alan down across his knee! Karl is not stopping at all, pulling a rubbery legged Alan to his feet...belly to belly suplex! Alan is in agony, his side must be excrutiatingly painful right now. Karl kneels beside Alan and is starting to lock in a hold...”

In the ring, Karl’s hand is on Alan’s side, but instead of locking in a hold, he begins to feel the champ’s side...then, rage again crossing his face, he rips the t-shirt off...

...revealing Alan’s torso, from beneath the top of his tights to his armpits, tightly taped! Alan begins to grin wildly as he suddenly hops to his feet and hits a standing enzugiri right to Karl’s face!

Jarred: “You see! There is always a cheat with Alan Fiscus.”

Waters: “Well, it certainly helped lessen the damage Fiscus took, but I don’t think Alan would have taken all of those moves if there was no tape, so I can’t say how this effects the match. It did take Karl by surprise, though.”

Masters: “And in this match, there isn’t much that is really illegal. I mean, Cage Stryker’s job right now is to make sure they don’t permanently injure each other, count a pinfall or submission, or call the match if someone cannot continue.”

Jarred: “But if it were Karl...”

Masters: “...then I’d say fire the bastard!”

Jarred: “You smug son of a...”

Waters: “Alan is moving as fast as he can, trying to do as much to Karl as he can. Picture perfect standard suplex followed by a German suplex, though he releases instead of going for a pin. Now a double arm suplex.”

Fiscus circles the downed Jackson screaming at him, “You aren’t a Jackal! You’re just a dog! A dirty, mangy, homeless, garbage eating mutt!” Then he begins to circle with an old fashioned Garvin stomp, stomping his opponent on the right shoulder, elbow, wrist, his gut, his right thigh, knee, ankle, then up the left leg, left arm, and finishing with a leg drop across Karl’s throat. The Sadistic Solution is grinning like a ghoul as he rolls Jackson onto hisbelly and hits with a Curb Stomp. He rolls Karl over again and goes for a pin.

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KICKOUT!

Karl is sitting, his face looking wild, but Alan Fiscus doesn’t hesitate, coming off the ropes and dropkicking the sitting Jackson in the back of the head! Alan hits a series of moves on the prone Jackson: A fist drop to the face, then an elbow drop to the midsection, then a Hart forward elbow drop to the head, then a knee drop to Karl’s face!

Waters: “Alan seems to be choosing some classic moves here, maybe trying to show his opponent up in the actual wrestling department, and I’ve noticed a large number of moves to Karl’s head and face.”

Masters: “Well, that is a strategy in Pro-Wrestling, although one you don’t see often. If Alan hits Jackson with just the right move in just the right way and knocks Jackson out, he wins and retains the championship. And Alan is going for another pin attempt!”

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KICKOUT!

Jarred: “Karl actually pushed out of that even as Cage’s hand came down for the two-count. Karl still has a lot of fight into him. GO JACKAL!”

Waters: “Alan is still on top, though, standing Jackson up and...it looks like he wants another suplex variation...but Karl Jackson reverses, going behind and pulling Alan into a school-boy pin attempt! No, he releases the pin attempt but keep hold of Alan’s right leg...A SINGLE LEG CRAB!”

Jarred: “And not only is Karl really putting on the pressure, he’s dropped into a kneeling position with his own knee digging into the Champion’s lower back! Even the tape can’t stop all of that pain and won’t help Alan’s leg and knee at all!”

In the ring, Alan is grimacing and definately not exaggerating the pain this time. He is trying to be focused through it even as Karl is screaming, “Every dog has his day, Alan, and today is MINE!” 10 seconds go by...20 seconds...30 seconds and we see sweat beading up on Alan’s forehead as he grits his teeth. Karl begins to lean, arching his back and applying more pressure.

Waters: “And there goes Frank Finch but Cage catches him and shoves him into the corner! Frank is trying to break free...”

45 seconds and Karl roars in his effort. Outside the ring, Sawyer is clapping his hands at Stryker’s effective block. 60 seconds and we see Alan trying to find a way to roll out of the hold...and Hellena is in the ring, raking the eyes of the contender and forcing him to break his hold. In a second Sawyer is in the ring grabbing Alan’s woman by her wrist and pulling her back out of the ring. He drags her kicking and screaming to the corner post where the champ’s team is supposed to remain...and produces a pair of handcuffs, with which he secures her to the ring post! Finch jumps down and shouts at Sawyer, who glares and takes a step forward...and Frank startles a little and steps back, and Sawyer goes back to his position near the opposite corner post.

Jarred: “Well, that takes care of one distraction, anyway. If Cage and Sawyer can keep track of Finch, this will be an almost fair match. Almost.”

Masters: “But it is fair. Karl can do anything Alan can within the rules of CZW. Karl seems to be keeping things pretty clean, maybe to make a point or something, but that’s his choice.”

Waters: “Am I the only one interesting in actually commentating the match? Right now Karl’s vision is clearing and Alan is pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. He’s definitely limping a bit. Karl Jackson is stalking him, grabbing him from behind and spinning the champ around...but Alan is fast and his kicks Karl in the gut, bending him over! He’s locking in for a DDT it looks like...but Karl lifts him up onto his shoulder...and runs him right into the turnbuckle! And Karl is going to town with knee lifts to Alan’s gut. Even with the tape, it looks like he knocked the wind out of the Champion!”

Jarred: “And now Jackson is ripping the tape off of Alan. Once around, twice around, three times around, and each time he has gone around Alan’s body he’s throwing in an elbow to Alan’s newly uncovered chest for good measure! This is incredibe! TAKE IT TO HIM, KARL! MAKE FISCUS YOUR BITCH!!!”

Masters: “Oh, and now you are a potty mouth. I’ve always thought so.”

Waters: “Look at the ring, Jarred and William! Karl Jackson is tying Alan into the corner! He’s using the wrapping and tying his opponent to the ropes! Karl is going to work! A forearm to Alan’s chest! Another forearm to Alan’s chin! Alan’s belly is still wrapped but Karl hits with several uppercuts and knee lifts to Alan’s ribs, going back to his original plan! Karl backs up across the ring to the far corner...and charges forward for an avalanche...”

Masters: “Alan’s untying a little more of the tape and stepping forward...The CHAMP backdrops Karl Jackson over the turnbuckle post and out of the ring!”

Jarred: “But even that has caused more pain to the leg that Jackson had worked on before! Alan is trying to take the rest of the tape off while Jackson is at ringside writhing in pain...and here comes Frank Finch! He’s grabbing Karl and pulling him to his feet...and rolls him into the ring...and turns right into a clothesline by Godzilla Sawyer! Frank Finch has been knocked right on his ass!”

Masters: “The damage is done, Jarred...”

Waters: “Derek or Brian Damage?”

Master: “Oh, Ha Ha, you clown! Anyway, Karl is still hurting in the ring and Alan is making a cover!”

ONE...

TWO...

NO! Jackson kicks out but not nearly as strong as before. Fiscus, always happy when he has the advantage, puts Karl into a sitting position...and uses some of the tape to choke The Jackal. Alan laughs as if he’s watching a comedy film as he shakes Karl Jackson forward and back, then physically drags Jackson from one side of the ring to the other side. At this point Stryker steps in and warns Alan, so Fiscus stops his choke and poses for his ‘fans’, receiving a huge ‘BOO’ for his efforts...which also makes him laugh.

Jarred: “How can this man be considered a legitimate champion. Even for Ultraviolent Entertainment, you don’t have to have so much fun hurting someone.” Masters: “You say that only because you haven’t tried it. It’s fun.”

Jarred: “Maybe I’ll find out right now, William. Care to help out, be my crash test dummy?”

Masters: “Uhhh...I have a match to announce. And look! Alan has just applied a Crossface Chickenwing on Karl Jackson!”

Waters: “We’re just past the ten minute mark and the champ has locked his opponent into one of our sports most punishing holds. Now Karl is in trouble.”

Alan, in the ring: “Give up, Jackass! GIVE UP!”

Cage is kneeling in close, listening for any words from Jackson. Finch is by the still handcuffed Hellena, both shouting encouragement while Sawyer rhythmically pounds the mat, the fans slowly beginning to clap along with his beat.

Crowd: “JACKSON, JACKSON, JACKSON, JACKSON...”

Waters: “Karl Jackson has been in this hold for longer than a minute, but...Jackson is starting to pound his fist to the mat in time with the fans. Frank Finch is in the ring! He’s...he’s in Cage’s face, shouting about something.”

Jarred: “Oh, come on! He’s saying that Karl Jackson pounding his fist like that was the same as tapping out. He’s saying Stryker should call the match and declare Fiscus the winner! I can’t believe this!”

Masters: “He’s a lot closer than we are, Jarred. Finch might be right.”

Jarred: “Could he hear better than Cage, who was leaning in and close?”

Masters: “Maybe Cage has his Miracle Ear turned off or something? Do I have to answer everything for you, Daniels.”

Stryker is in Finch’s face but isn’t watching the action as Alan drags Karl over to his corner and drapes him over the bottom ropes...and then goes to yell at Cage Stryker with Finch!

Cage: “You both better back off before I declare Alan Fiscus disqualified and give the title to Jackal! Get out of the ring NOW, Finch!”

Jarred: “CAGE, LOOK!”

In the corner, Hellena is slapping Karl in the face five times, then she puts her hands into the air. Fiscus sees this, then runs the ropes and moves to drop a leg on Karl while he is still draped over the bottom rope. A close up shot of Jackson shows him cock his head to the side where he can see Alan with his peripheral vision, then The Jackal moves out of the way. Eyes bugging out, Alan crotches himself on the ropes with one of his boots ‘thudding’ against Hellena’s face. Alan is reacting to a sudden, deep down pain that comes from that area of a man’s anatomy and Karl Jackson, now limping himself, will not let the advantage pass him by. He surprises Alan with a go-behind waistlock, then lifts The Sadistic Solution off his feet and snaps him over and down on his belly with a classic amateur wrestling takedown. With a handful of hair, Jackson lifts Alan’s head up to about waist height and slams it down again three times! Alan is dazed, and The Jackal uses another move not in his usual repertoire but effective here, bounding off the ropes and hitting a short, low dropkick right to Alan’s already sore ribs! Jackson stands, surveys his opponent...then jumps as high as he can and comes down with a double leg drop to the same hurting side!

Jarred: “Jackson is just stalking Fiscus now and you can just see him thinking about what intensely painful move he wants to apply, and we all know Alan Fiscus deserves all the pain that can be dished out to him! And Karl goes for it...roughly rolling Fiscus fully on his belly...crossing Alan’s legs and locking them down...”

Waters: “A Regal Stretch! Another move that will pull at the Champ’s aching ribs! We’re fifteen minutes into the match now and I find it amazing how Jackson has kept up with punishing his enemy’s ribs even after he learned of Alan’s trickery. He just waited for the chance to open up and continued the assault!”

Masters: “Yeah, yeah, Jackal is a great strategist. I still think his plan will fall under Alan’s unpredictability.”

Jarred: “Oh no. Not now.”

The camera shot moves to the top of the ramp, where Jesse Montana has again been wheeled out to. The audience begins to jeer again, and Godzilla Sawyer moves around the ring staring at Jesse. Montana sees him and Godzilla shouts, “Don’t you try anything!”

Jesse just responds, “Not yet. Not just yet.”

Jarred: “Now what does Montana have up his sleeve?”

Masters: “Now why does he have to have a plan, Jarred? This is a big match on a big show, so he might just want to watch personally.”

Waters: “Even I have to say that’s not true, William. Montana wouldn’t be out here except that he wants to be seen right now. He knows he’s a distraction. Just what he might be thinking, though, is beyond me. He has issues with both competitors, and Godzilla Sawyer nowadays.”

Drool is starting to ooze from the corners of Alan’s mouth as he groans in pain in the Regal Stretch, but he will not tap out. Jackson pulls back even more, but Alan actually lifts his free arm off the mat, which would increase the pain even more, and jabs his pointer finger right in the eye of Karl Jackson! Instantly Karl releases the hold and covers his face while Alan Fiscus, still in agony, rolls out under the bottom rope and falls to the arena floor.

Masters: “Ha ha! Alan is reaching under the ring! He’s going for some back-up, now!”

Waters: “What does he have? It looks like...a bottle?”

Jarred: “Karl is coming to the ropes and heading for ringside...Alan turns and swings...BLOCKED! Karl saw it coming! Karl blasts Alan with a chop to his chest and follows with an Irish whip right into the ring barrier! Alan flips foward over the railing and crashes upside down into Montana’s fencing! Alan is slow to regain his feet and we can see blood dripping from the corner of his mouth! MAKE HIM BLEED, KARL!”

Masters: “You are such a low-life and this unprofessional behavior will not be tolerated, Daniels. KICK HIM IN THE NUTS, CHAMP!”

Waters: “Karl has just stepped over the railing a few feet away from Alan and charges...but Alan actually sees him and does a sort of spinebuster, but instead of slamming Jackson down on the floor, he just smashed The Jackal’s back into the ring barrier! Alan pushes the Challenger over the barrier...and STARTS TO CLIMB THE FENCE!?!”

Indeed, Alan is slowly scaling the 12 ‘ tall chain link fencing. He gets about as high as he can and launches himself, turning into a high-flying leg drop...

...that Karl Jackson rolls away from!

Waters: “Holy shit! Alan Fiscus may have broken his tail bone or messed up the alignment of his lower back with that stunt!”

Jarred: “And Karl Jackson forces his way to his feet and helps Alan to his as well. Jackson rolling his enemy into the ring. They are standing in the middle of the ring...throws Alan into the ropes...Sleeper Hold! Knock him right out!”

Masters: “Nope! Alan is too smart! He’s grabbing Karl’s head and he lifts his feet up, trying to pull Karl down into a stunner...”

Jarred: “But Karl counters by dropping down backward onto his butt and trying to scissor his legs around Alan’s torso...”

Masters: “But yes! Alan has flipped himself all the way over! Karl is on his back and still has the sleeper, but Alan has curled his body up over his head, his toes touching the mat. And Cage is counting!”

ONE...

TWO...

Karl realizes that his shoulders are down and breaks the hold to stop the count. Both men struggle to get to their feet. Both men are limping and not standing up straight. Alan has blood dripping down from nose and mouth and Karl is smeared with blood, but whose is impossible to tell. They turn to face each other...

Triper German Suplex, Karl to Alan! Jackson goes for the pin!

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT! Waters: “Karl is staying focused, reaching down and helping Alan to his feet...but Alan with a knee to the gut...”

TIGER BOMB! Pin attempt!

ONE...

TWO...

NO! KICKOUT! Karl kicks Alan in the head to force a release of the move! Alan jumps up but then stumbles back into the corner, still a bit unsteady. HE begins to climb backward up the ropes in the corner preparing to fly...but KARL catches him!!!

OVER THE HEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPERPLEX!!! BAH GAWD!

Pin attempt by Jackson.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

Jarred: “I can’t believe that Fiscus slipped out of that. Neither of these men can have much left.”

Slowly they both get to their feet, almost using each other to stand. Alan moves first, though.

Masters: “YES! He’s going for the Riot Act!”

BAM!

Jarred: “HA! Karl countered, slipping out and letting Alan hit the mat hard. And...Karl’s going for his Jackal Lock! He’s almost got it...”

Masters: “Alan rolls too far and drive his free leg into Karl’s head with a side kick from hell! Karl stumbles and Alan surges to his feet. The champ setting up a Riot-Plex!”

Jarred: “Karl counters and goes for his Ocean Suplex! This is it!”

Masters: “Alan counters that and smoothly attempts to lock in a full nelson, the set-up for Alan’s Manic Compression!”

Jarred: “Karl breaks the hold...Jackson Crush! He’s going to choke Alan out! He rolls onto his back...”

Masters: “Alan slipped out! He’s bounding out of the ring, up the ropes...”

Jarred: “...but Karl is up on his feet and catches him! Now HE’S climbing up! He’s going for a Superplex...”

Masters: “...Alan blocks and pushes, sending Karl crashing to the mat! Alan measures and leaps! THE STD!!!”

Jarred: “MISSED! KARL MOVED! And Karl is going for the cover!

ONE...

TWO...

TH...NO!

Jarred: “CRAP! Frank Finch again, just dropped an elbow to the back of Jackson’s head!”

In the ring, Karl and Alan are both down as Cage Stryker grabs Frank and they begin to argue.

Jarred: “Finch just punched Cage!”

Waters: “And Cage just hit the ropes...clothesline to Finch sending both men out to the ring floor! Cage is on top of Finch like in Mixed Martial Arts, raining punches down Alan’s associate...”

Masters: “...SAWYER IS IN THE RING!”

With Hellena still recovering from her shot earlier and Frank and Cage brawling, Godzilla Sawyer has taken a moment to climb in. He is ignoring Karl Jackson but he is glaring with hate, first at Alan, and then up the ramp at Jesse, who is sitting in his wheelchair with a passive, stony expression. Godzilla Sawyer nods, grabs a handful of the World Champions hair and stands him up...then lifts him into a slam position as the crowd begins to scream its approval.

Masters: “SAWYER JUST GORILLA PRESSED FISCUS OVER HIS HEAD!”

Jarred: “I know he’s strong, but we’ve never seen him do this to anyone!”

Waters: “Fiscus is not that large, though. I can’t believe he’s interfering, though.”

In the ring, Godzilla locks eyes with Jesse Montana and, though we can’t hear him, we see him mouth the words, “This is all for you, Montana.”

Godzilla Sawyer Press Slams The Sadistic Solution down.

On top of Karl Jackson.

Suddenly the audience quiet almost entirely as Godzilla backs away into the farthest corner from where Fiscus now lay atop The Jackal's chest. Stryker stands up, sees what is going on in the ring, and slides in under the bottom ropes.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE! DING DING!

Jessica: “Your winner...and STILL CZW World Heavyweight Champion...Alan Fiscus!”

At once, the entire arena audience begins to ‘BOO’ again, and this time it doesn’t stop. Godzilla Sawyer slides the still dazed Fiscus off of Jackson, then begins to climb the top rope. Cage looks at him confused and Alan looks like he’s seen a ghost, realizing what just happened.

Masters: “YES! YES! I don’t believe it!”

Jarred: “Neither do I. There has to be a logical reason...”

Waters: “The WRECKING BALL! Sawyer just dropped onto the helpless Karl Jackson!”

Jarred: “Now what?”

Even as Sawyer stands up and apparently wants to go to the top rope again, Alan is pulling himself to his feet and Cage is hesitantly giving Alan the title belt, a huge, tall, muscular man is sprinting to the gate. He tries to break the chain but can’t...then he starts pulling the chain link itself away from the poles that support the fence, making an opening big enough for him. The man shoves Frank Finch aside, literally hops up onto the ring apron, and steps OVER the top rope. Alan is the first to notice and turns...right into a monster Big Boot that sends the champ and his title belt over the top rope and tumbling to the floor. Jarred: “I can’t believe it. It’s BIG NASTY!!!” Sawyer, now standing on the top turnbuckle, sees the new threat and jumps...but Big Nasty sees him and sort of catches the big man, turning Sawyer’s attempted more into a spinning Side Slam, driving the Kaiju Warrior into the mat! The fans begin to scream their approval and Cage is clapping his hands together in support. Nasty grins that old familiar grin...and then grabs Cage by the throat! CHOKESLAM!

Big Nasty, bellowing: “I’M BACK!”

Jarred: “What is going on? Godzilla seems to have turned on Karl Jackson, Alan retained the title, and Big Nasty just laid out everyone who was on their feet!”

Waters: “We’re out of time here, ladies and gentlemen. This has been CZW Summer Showdown. Goodnight.”

Big Nasty is still standing over the various others as the camera fades to black.