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 Combat Zone Wrestling presents THERE WILL BE BLOOD: A CELEBRATION OF VIOLENCE! live on PPV from - Rochester, New York - Blue Cross Arena Jan. 10th 2010 The PPV Theme Song: Deftones' "Bloody Cape"
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ ***
-=- HIGH DEFINITION TAKES ON THE BOSS! -=- ***
-=- NON-TITLE MATCH -=- ***
-=- CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH -=- ***
-=- SIX MAN BARBED WIRE TAG TEAM MATCH -=- ***
-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION TITLE TRIPLE THREAT ELECTRIC ASYLUM MATCH -=- ***
-=- CZW X-DIVISION TITLE FRENZY MATCH -=- ***
-=- CZW ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE CLOCKWORK ORANGE HOUSE OF FUN MATCH -=- *** *************************************************************** "Bloody Cape" by Deftones begins to play as the live feed begins. The camera pans around the sold out Blue Cross Arena, jam packed with loyal CZW fans. As the song begins to start its first chorus, a fireworks display goes off. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!! DANIELS: "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are in Rochester, New York, where it all began! And we are SOLD OUT!" WATERS: "Hell yeah we are!" MASTERS: "Of course we are, gentlemen. And tonight we are going to see some BLOOD." DANIELS: "And we are going to have what could arguably be the most anticipated main event in CZW history. Alan Fiscus defending the CZW World heavyweight title agaisnt his arch-nemesis Matt Covey... in a RIOT MATCH!" WATERS: "For the new CZW fans, let me explain to you what a Riot Match is. It's a match Alan Fiscus created in 1999. It is a falls count anywhere, anything goes match of brutality and it can only be won by pinning your opponent for a _FIVE_ count fall." MASTERS: "Incredible. And Fiscus has it in the bag." DANIELS: "I don't think so, William. Covey is angry, and more so than I have EVER seen him. He is dangerous." WATERS: "We've also got Cage Stryker taking on the boss, Jesse Montana! Although, Montana has been very quiet this last week..." MASTERS: "The man is a mastermind, he's going to kill Captain Hero." DANIELS: "And we also have what will be an excellent tag team encounter as Monrowan fight El Fuego for the CZW Global tag team championship!" WATERS: "And we're going to kick it off with a hell of a match in itself, Brian Kirkland defending the CZW UV title against The Custodian in a Clockwork Orange House of Fun match! Take it away, Jessica!"
Suddenly, the opening strains of ‘Burn In Hell’ by Twisted Sister begin to play over the sound system.
Jarred: “What? That’s Caleb’s music. What is he doing? He’s not scheduled for a match.”
Masters: “No, but do you think he would not make an appearance, maybe make a speech? Whatever his record and whatever he’s been through, he is still a CZW original and I agree whole-heartedly that he should have been in a match here at There Will Be Blood. I’m just hopeful that he might get rid of some more garbage like he did the last time he was overlooked! Ha ha!”
The prelude to the song continues as the light in the arena turns red, bathing everyone on the floor with a garish, bloody hue.
“Welcome to the abandoned lands.
As the music cranks up for the faster paced part of the song Caleb surges out from the wrestlers entrance. He is wearing his helmet but is bare-chested. The fans are not appreciative of his appearance although he isn’t hated enough for a resounding jeer. He struts down to the ring and snatches a microphone from a ringside attendant, climbing the stairs and ducking under the top rope as his music stops. He looks extremely angry.
Walker: “What do you see when I do this?”
Caleb suddenly flexes his muscles in a classic arms up pose, his biceps bulging with power.
Walker: “Or this?”
He crunches his arms down and to the front, his pecs now tightening with his arms.
Walker: “Or this?”
Now Caleb turns his back to the camera and flexes again, showing the definition of his back, neck and shoulders. He is not cut like a professional bodybuilder, but his muscles are still much more defined than almost anyone else on the CZW roster.
Walker, relaxing: “What you are seeing is the result of many, many hours of hard work, of sweat, of pain. This doesn’t happen from a little bit of aerobics or power walking! This doesn’t happen with Billy Blanks and Tae Bo! This happens through sheer will power, the desire to be as sound, fit, and strong as I can be without compromising my wrestling ability! But then, I couldn’t expect those watching here in this audience and at home to understand what that kind of drive means. Yes, there are a few of you out there, but by and large you all spend 8 hours doing some menial job that really isn’t that physically grueling, complaining all the time that you are ‘tired’, then you’ll stop by some random burger or fried chicken place because your poor muscles ache too much from your unreasonable toiling for a paycheck for you to cook.You will proceed to shove 10,000 calories of grease-burger, fries, and 44 ounces of liquid sugar…I mean, cola…into your already sickly bodies, and don’t forget the machine made apple pie. Yum! Corn Syrup and preservatives! Then you'll go home, sit on your asses, and make yourselves feel better by watching reality TV programs showing people who are marginally in worse shape than you. I hear Biggest Loser has the fattest contestant ever this season! How exciting! (shakes his head in disgust) The kind of determination and willpower I refer to is lost on your ears.”
Now the audience is booing really loudly as Caleb smirks in the ring, enjoying every minute of it.
Walker: “The truth hurts, doesn’t it? What crosses my mind, though, is that CZW has this body, this will, this absolute power…and lets it sit on a shelf in the back room out of the sight of the cameras as if somehow it is inappropriate to televise The God of War. When I look at the card tonight, I really wonder how some of these persons are in the positions they are in. The X division is so important that Brian Blaze, a decorated veteran of the promotion, is defending mostly against new guys who haven’t paid their dues or returnees who haven’t distinguished themselves yet. Meanwhile, while these…persons…who haven’t really showed themselves worthy have spots on this huge event commemorating the 2nd year anniversary of CZW’s first show, a few of us who have been around a while have been left off the show. Check the roster, I’m not the only one!”
The fans are still booing, and Caleb looks around with an eyebrow raised.
Walker: “I’m a modern day gladiator! A warrior! Yes, I am concerned with my appearance and my stature, but in the end I fight other men for a living! And while I’ve let various demons get in the way of my overall success, I now have my eyes firmly on the prize and I know what I need to do to get where I want to be, where I should have been a long time ago! Most of you watching me tonight will never know the total thrill when your hand is raised in victory, raised because the other person was not as strong, as skilled, or as clever as you. And nothing motivates me more than when I’m the one lying in defeat. Every defeat makes me stronger, steels my will a little more, makes me want to better myself. Again, a feeling most of you can not even imagine.”
BOOOOOOOOO!
Walker: “You would really like to see my ass beat tonight, wouldn’t you.”
YEEEEEEAAAAAAAH! The crowd roars in approval of the idea.
Walker: “Well, thank CZW bookers that you won’t see that! And you would think they would be smart enough to learn what the potential penalty is for pissing off a true gladiator such as myself.”
Caleb waits for the jeers and ‘a**hole’ chants die down.
Walker: “But maybe I’m being too hasty that you won’t see me involved tonight. I’ve been in this business for a little while now, and I keep my eyes open and learn, even when folks think I’m not paying attention. But how should I get involved? Another rampage? Should I become involved in a match? Cause a scene backstage? So many options...but I will choose the one that will most effectively get my message across. I’ve already put some things in motion and later tonight, there will be more Caleb Walker so all of you flabby, unhealthy, AVERAGE Americans can see, appreciate, and be again embarrassed by a truly awe-inspiring specimen of Absolute Power. So says Caleb, The God of War.” Caleb leaves the ring. WATERS: "Okay.... NOW take it away Jessica?" ***
-=- CZW ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE CLOCKWORK ORANGE HOUSE OF FUN MATCH -=- *** Towers: There Will Be Blood begins with this 1 fall Clockwork Orange House of Fun match for the CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP! *The crowd is easily sent into an uproar of cheers* "You're Gonna Pay" by Jim Johnston plays as The Custodian stands idly by with his trusted mop and walks down the isle toward the ring, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd Towers: Introducing the challenger, from The Janitor's Closet, standing 6 foot even, weighing 240 pounds, THE CUSTOOOOODDDDIAAAANNNN! The Custodian just ignores the cheers and jeers and keeps his attention at the entrance ramp. "This Is Absolution" by Killswitch Engage filters throughout the packed arena as fans go chaotic as BK is shown atop the ramp with the UV Title around his waist, the gold glinting off of the bright lights as he makes his way towards the ring, eying The Custodian and he simply smirks at him before getting into the ring, weapons are cast aside everywhere they both turn alongside one half of a steel cage. Towers: Introducing the CZW Ultraviolent Champion, from Dallas North Carolina, standing 6'4 inches tall and weighing 228 pounds, He is "THE REAPER" BRIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN KIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLAAAAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDDD!!!!!!! *The crowd go apeshit after that introduction* Jessica leaves the ring as the bell sounds! DING DING DING! Daniels: Here we go, Ultraviolent Title on the line and its The Custodian's first big break! Waters: You know, with the way that The Custodian seems to do about his business, I wouldn't mind seeing a janitor with championship gold around here. Masters: Are you insane Shawn?! Why on earth would you want someone who cleans toilets and bathrooms for a living with gold?! Waters: Hey, I teamed with KB... I mean, I had to carry most of that team throughout its hay-day! Masters: ...Point taken. The Custodian and BK are exchanging rights and lefts in the center of the ring before a flurry of backhands along with a strike to the midsection of The Custodian by BK doubles Custy over before BK bounces off the ropes and hits a SHINING WIZARD! Waters: Brilliant tactic there by the champion! Daniels: Kirkland really laid it into him that time with that shining wizard, almost kicked Custy's head off from his shoulders! Masters: Oh shut it Jarred, you have no say anymore, you worthless imbecile! Custy is on the rebound now as BK goes after him once more with a flurry of punches and kicks but having little effect as Custy is blocking them all before catching one of BK's punches turning it into a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX catching BK off guard! QUICK COVER! 1 2 BK KICKS OUT! Daniels: A bit early on that pinfall by Custy there. Waters: BK won't be going down that easily by a suplex of all things, if that happened, I'd be World Champion by now! Masters: Yeah well, you aren't! Waters: ...Is there something bothering you Masters, or am I gonna have to strangle you with a cord again? BK and Custy now trade blows once more before BK locks it up with Custy, lifting him onto his shoulders hitting a SHOCK DROP and a pin cover shortly thereafter! 1 2 CUSTY KICKS OUT! Daniels: A little bit of the same thing there by BK, getting a 2 count. Waters: Why aren't they utilizing weapons? I mean, its a damn House of Fun match! Masters: They're working on it. Custy seems out of it after that Shock Drop. BK gets to his feet, goes to the outside and picks up 2 chairs tossing both of them into the ring. BK climbs back into the ring as Custy catches him off guard with a kick to the temple! Custy sets BK up in the middle rope... SPIKE DDT ON BK NEARLY ONTO THE CHAIR! BK seems distraught as Custy goes for a pinfall! 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . 2.999999999999 KICK OUT BY BK! Daniels: What a sickening DDT by Custy there nearly getting his very first championship! Waters: I'll have to admit, that DDT was nothing short of spectacular on the part of Custy! Masters: Did you just say Crusty Shawn? Waters: I said CUSTY... idiot. Masters: Imbecile. Daniels: Alright children settle down! Masters & Waters: HMPH! Custy goes to the outside as BK is slow to his feet. Custy is rummaging around under the ring looking for something but BK flies through the ropes... SUICIDE DIVE BUT OH GOD! CUSTY WITH A STEEL CHAIR IN HAND SMACKS BK STRAIGHT IN THE HEAD AS HE WAS FLYING AT HIM! Daniels: GOOD GOD WHAT SICKENING IMPACT FROM THAT CHAIR! Waters: We've got to see a replay of that! Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! *Replay in slow motion shows Custy catching BK straight in the head with the chair as BK seems destroyed by it after before going back LIVE* BK's face now is busted open, the blood spewing down BK's face and onto his chest as Custy drags BK back into the ring... COVER! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . 2.9999999999 NOOOOOOOO KICKOUT BY BK!!!!! Daniels: MY GOD THE HEART OF THIS KID! Masters: Jesus Christ! He should be dead from that shot!! Waters: All i've got to say is, WOW! Custy looks at the ref and admonishes his frustration by getting in his face. BK though is up on his feet... Custy turns around... GHOST TRAIN SUPERKICK RIGHT TO CUSTY'S MUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crowd: Brian! *clap,clap,clapclapclap* Brian! *clap,clap,clapclapclap* Daniels: These fans have certainly gotten behind Kirkland after that huge superkick! Masters: What a great maneuver on Brian's part, but can he put Custy away right here? BK doesn't go for the pinfall here, but instead, he rummages around ringside and finds... A MOP to the delight of the crowd who laugh! Waters: Oh great, ANOTHER mop?! Jesus Custy... BK goes back into the ring before catching Custy straight ontop of the head with the mop breaking it in two! Custy seems lifeless on the mat as BK then takes Custy back onto his feet... HALF NELSON SUPLEX INTO THE CAGE WALL! BY GAWD! Custy is now dazed and confused as BK picks up Custy and attempts a combination before getting stopped dead in his tracks by a vicious low-blow from out of no-where cutting all of BK's momentum to nothing! Waters: Playing the bad guy to a T this Custodian is... Masters: Since when did Shawn "Yoda" Waters enter the building? Waters: The minute Bill Masters became a joke to the commentating team... oh wait... HE'S RIGHT HERE! Custy now with the upperhand sets BK up on the middle rope... Custy now with a running start before... THE 925!!!! NOOOO IT WAS BLOCKED!!!!!! BK CATCHES CUSTY'S FEET BRINGING HIM INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING INTO AN ANKLE LOCK!!!!! Daniels: What a counter by BK! Just when Custy thought he had the match won with the 9-2-5, BK somehow manages to counter it into an ankle lock!! Masters: The question is, will Custy tap?! WILL HE TAP HERE?! Waters: HE LOOKS LIKE HE IS... CUSTY LOOKS AT THE OFFICIAL BEFORE TURNING BK INSIDE OUT! BK NOW WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE ON CUSTY, CUSTY DUCKS! BK ON THE REBOUND WITH A RUNNING ENZIGURI! BK then grabs a chair and SMACKS the hell out of Custy's head busting him WIDE open as blood is imprinted onto the chair and Custy looks done! BK then grabs another MOP from under the ring, bringing it back in and... MODIFIED CROSSFACE USING THE MOP!!!!! BK HAS IT TIGHT AND LOCKED IN, WILL CUSTY TAP?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! YESSSSSSSSSSS HE DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* Towers: Here is your winner, by submission, and STILL The CZW Ultraviolent Champion, "The Reaper" BRIAN KIRKLAND! The Mountain Man stands atop the ramp, surveying the match as BK is handed his title. Daniels: Could this be a sign of a challenge made by The Mountain Man?!? Waters: I hope so, they'll kill each other for that belt! Masters: One can only hope Shawn...
The camera opens in the backstage area during the “There will be Blood “Pay Per View as the camera man starts making his way around trying to find a superstar to speak with, a loud commotion can be heard coming from further down hall, just then various members of Czw security go running by heading to where the disturbance came from. Just the camera gets there a table can be seen going through the air as if being thrown at him on purpose, as the camera gets a better view it can be seen that the one making all the noise is the Monster known as MtM. He is surrounded by broken tables, glass is broken all over the floor, and two of the vending machines have been tipped over as well. The look on MtM’s face is one of anger and complete and total rage. The security crew starts to form a circle around him making sure that there is no way for him to escape, just then one of the crew members try to go and restrain MtM and is meet vicious boot to the gut and then is picked up and in the Fallen Timber and dropped straight to the floor, more crew try to come at him only to be stopped immediately.
MtM: I have a message for CZW Management, I’m sick and tired of not getting what I deserve from this Company, you see I was the last champ before Kirkland regained the UV title which means that I should have a title rematch, but instead they make a number one contenders match between 2 people that management thought would be good for the number one contender’s spot, and what happens I come down and beat the hell out of both of them after the match. Know you would think that this would at least put me in the Pay per View for the UV title, but for some reason they leave me out once again. So from here on out until I get my rematch I will destroy anything and everything to get my point across that I will no longer be overlooked, this I promise.
With that MtM picks up one of the crew members who were laying on the ground and applies the Chainsaw Choke, laughing with a evil grin, as others are trying to get him to let go of the hold, and others are yelling to get Timmons down here know as the camera fades out. ***
-=- CZW X-DIVISION TITLE FRENZY MATCH -=- *** Towers: “The following contest is a 15-minute FRENZY match, and it is for the CZW X-Division Championship!” “Johnny B. Good” by Judas Priest plays and out comes Johnny Kerosene to a rousing ovation, key-tar in hand. He flings the instrument over his shoulder, which whips around him due to the shoulder strap, allowing him to catch it by the neck and strike a rock star pose as a small pyro goes off. Towers: “Introducing first, from Bristol, England… CZW’s resident rock-star, JOHNNY…KEROSENE!!” Johnny heads down to the ring, interacting with a few fans along the way before entering the ring and striking another rock-out pose before his music cuts away, then replaced by “Battle On” by War of Ages. The fans begin to jeer loudly as Ryan Shane slowly makes his way out onto the stage. Towers: “Introducing next, hailing from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada…’the Straight-Edge Curse’ RYAN…SHANE!!” Shane stalks slowly down towards ringside, glaring left and right at the jeering fans. To one older, rotund man in particular, he raises his hands and crosses his arms in an ‘x’ with a sneer on his face. He then hops up onto the ring apron, staring down Kerosene for a long moment before hurdling in over the top rope. He once again makes the ‘x’ gesture, this time right to Johnny who responds by flipping Shane off and puckering his lips in a kissing gesture. Shane goes to take a shot only to be held back by referee Darrin Powers. The music once again cuts away and is replaced by the song “My Hood” by Young Jeezy. Once more, the fans’ reaction pulls a 180 as they cheer on the arrival of ‘the Hoodlum from Hawaii.’ Kimo swaggers out onto the stage with his bottle of Jamaican rum in hand. Towers: “Introducing next, from Honolulu, Hawaii, ‘The Hoodlum from Hawaii,’ KIMO…NEWTON!!” Kimo heads down to ringside with a bit of a hop in his step, dancing a bit to the music. He rolls into the ring and hops up to the middle turnbuckle with a loud ‘YEAAAAAH DOOOOOOGG!’ which is repeated back by a good portion of the fans in attendance. He takes a swig from his bottle before hopping back down , eyeing his opponents with a smirk. The music fades and Five Finger Death Punch’s ‘White Knuckles plays out, and the crowd boos the arrival of Sean Hustle…that never actually happens. Suddenly the Combat-tron switches to the backstage where Hustle is lying in a heap on the floor. Caleb Walker stands over him with a lead pipe, shaking his head in a condescending manner. Caleb: “Wrong place, wrong time, Sean. Better luck next time around.” Walker begins to make his way through the backstage area, the pipe resting over his shoulder. Caleb: “I told you all that Caleb Walker would write himself into this show! It looks like this match is missing one of its competitors! I have just the replacement in mind!” The fans boo even more loudly as Walker makes his way out onto the ramp. As he makes it halfway down, his music finally hits. Towers: “Er…as a result of Sean Hustle’s inability to compete…his replacement…Caleb Walker?” Walker moves up the steps, pointing his pipe at each opponent in turn as the music is abruptly cut off. Snoop Dogg’s ‘Serial Killer’ plays and a loud mixed reaction erupts from the crowd. The Zodiac Thrilla makes his way out onto the ramp, fingers twisted to flash some sort of sign to the audience. His large bodyguard Whiteout follows suit as the Thrilla heads down to ringside. Towers: “Introducing next, hailing from San Francisco, California, the ZODIAC…THRILLA!!” Zodiac heads to ringside and eyes his opponents, most notably Kimo and Caleb, and more specifically the fact that they seem to each have a weapon of some sort. He gestures to the timekeeper and Whiteout moves in that direction, scaring the man out of his seat and taking the chair before folding it up and handing it to Zodiac. With a smirk, the Zodiac Thrilla heads up the steps and into the ring, hitting the chair onto the ringpost, letting the loud sound echo out through the arena. The song cuts once more, and ‘Let Me Entertain You’ hits, the crowd cheering as Brian Blaze heads out onto the ramp, his X Division title displayed prominently around his waist. He runs his hands over himself, pressing the collar of his Hawaiian shirt and flipping his boa over his shoulder before striding down to the ring, pausing a moment to sexually harass a fan before being shooed off by her boyfriend who just happens to be sitting right beside her. Towers: “And finally, representing Beautiful Agony and hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…the CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPION….’Mr. Entertainment,’ BRIAN….BLAZE!!” Blaze struts up the steps and onto the second turnbuckle, removing his title belt and holding it aloft, basking in the crowd’s cheers. He hops in and hands the belt to the referee who holds it overhead, displaying the prize to the crowd and contestants alike. All six competitors space themselves out and start to tense up defensively, and as soon as the bell rings, they all burst into a frenzy of motion! *DING-DING!* Daniels: “There’s the bell, and here we go! Right off the bat we have Caleb Walker swinging that pipe at the Zodiac Thrilla, but Thrilla blocks with his chair…clothesline from the former world champion! Both men and both weapons are on the ground!” Waters: “Meanwhile there’s Ryan Shane, hammering away on Kimo Newton. Irish whip to the turnbuckle and Shane follows in…Newton gets the feet up and gives Shane a taste of his footwear... that looked brutal!” Masters: “Kerosene and Blaze looking around at the carnage around them…what are these two idiots doing!? FIGHT!” Daniels: “They look at eachother and shrug and…both men attack other opponents! Kerosene with a knee-drop onto Caleb and Brian Blaze with a big European uppercut to Zodiac! Over in the corner, Kimo has Ryan Shane back to his feet. He sends him to the far side with an Irish whip and now on the rebound…hurricanrana! Shane rolls quickly to the outside to regroup! Kerosene has Walker up and in the corner now and he begins to rain fists down on his head!” Crowd: “1! 2! 3! 4! 5!” Waters: “Uh-oh, looks like Kerosene’s luck just ran out! Walker carrying him out of the corner…inverted atomic drop-NO! Blocked by Kerosene! Johnny with an elbow, dazing Walker…hits the far ropes and FLIES!! Caleb catches the flying elbow attempt and SLAMS him to the mat! What power from the CZW original!” Masters: “Brian Blaze with an eye-gouge on the Zodiac here on the far side of the ropes, now riddling him with a series of punches to the midsection and back…OH! Unsportsmanlike!!” Daniels: “Brian Blaze falls to his knees after that blatant low-blow from the Zodiac Thrilla…Thrilla now looking to capitalize-OH, LORD! Blaze with a headbutt to the groin!! Both Blaze and Thrilla fall to the mat in agony!” Waters: “Beautiful agony, at that! Kimo has caught Walker off-guard from behind, hammering away on the big man’s knee. Smart tactic as Walker definitely has the power advantage here in this match! Kimo gets him down to one knee and runs to the far side…he charges in and-RYAN SHANE with a springboard corkscrew moonsault into the ring and ONTO Kimo! He holds on for the pin!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “Near fall there as Ryan Shane stunned Kimo and a good amount of the audience with that maneuver! Shane is up but Caleb has that steel pipe! Walker with the pipe barred across Shane’s neck, applying a full nelson AROUND the object and choking the LIFE out of him with it!” Waters: “A creative and deadly effective maneuver from the ‘God of War!’ Oh, there’s a superkick to the back of the head by Brian Blaze, breaking the hold! Watch Johnny Kerosene now, springboarding off the middle rope, up onto Brian Blaze’s shoulders! Victory roll!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!!! *DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the current title-holder with 12 minutes and 35 seconds remaining, JOHNNY KEROSENE!” Daniels: “Amazing maneuver there by Kerosene, catching the champion off guard there! Johnny looks pleased with himself but the Zodiac Thrilla catches him smiling with that springboard cutter, SPIKING Kerosene to the mat!! Zodiac goes to capitalize but BRIAN BLAZE with the Blazing Arrow!! Thrilla is down!! Blaze with the cover on Zodiac, but Kimo distracts Darrin Powers and makes the cover on Kerosene!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!! *DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, your current title holder with 12 minutes remaining, KIMO NEWTON!!” Waters: “Once a thief, always a thief.” Masters: “A good trick by Kimo but he’s still got a long way to go until the match is over. Caleb has now pulled Brian Blaze off of Zodiac and tossed him to the outside. Ryan Shane takes advantage of Kimo, kicking him hard to the kidneys immediately following that pinfall, now wearing the man down in the corner.” Daniels: “Kerosene rolls to the outside, trying to collect himself, and Zodiac is trying to shake the cobwebs after that kick from Blaze. Walker lifts the Zodiac Thrilla up and…he looks like he’s setting him up for the Absolute Power! Thrilla is struggling…EXCELLENT COUNTER! Zodiac Thrilla with an inverted bulldog headlock, taking the big man off his feet! Thrilla goes for the cover!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - Waters: “Ryan Shane with a flying double-stomp!!” Daniels: “Thrilla moves! Shane stomps Caleb! Zodiac tosses Ryan Shane into Kimo! PIN ON WALKER!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!! *DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the current title holder at 11 minutes and 13 seconds remaining, THE ZODIAC THRILLA!!” Masters: “They don’t call this a bloody frenzy for nothing!” Daniels: “That is true and look…Johnny Kerosene as pulled a ladder from beneath the ring!! And look at the size of it! A 15’ steel ladder!!” Waters: “One can only wonder what will become of that. Meanwhile, Zodiac is taking it to Ryan Shane, and it looks like Kimo is helping! Zodiac and Kimo stomping a mud hole in Shane and now it looks like Zodiac is telling Kimo to go up top! Thrilla lifts Shane up onto his shoulders…what are we going to see here?” Daniels: “Kimo jumps up-OH MY GOD!! KIMO WITH A BOTTLE-OPENER TO SHANE, OFF OF ZODIAC’S SHOULDERS!! AMAZING maneuver from the Hoodlum!!” Masters: “Kimo is slow to recover from that one though, and look, there’s Walker…ABSOLUTE POWER ON KIMO!! Brian Blaze has dragged Zodiac to the outside and Caleb is all alone in the ring with Kimo!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!! *DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the current title holder with 10 minutes and 3 seconds remaining, CALEB WALKER!!” Daniels: “Walker, who wasn’t even scheduled to BE in this match is now the current champ! On the outside, Ryan Shane is trying to regain his bearings here by the announce table, and Brian Blaze is slugging it out with Zodiac as they approach Kerosene. Johnny climbs up about 10 feet on the ladder and…MOONSAULT ONTO BLAZE AND ZODIAC!!” Masters: “That kid is bloody crazy!” Waters: “Look out, in the ring…Ryan Shane has made his way back onto the apron but Caleb seems intent on keeping him out! He knocks Shane back down…no, Shane drops to the floor on his own, pulling Walker’s feet out from under him! Look at that cat-like agility as Shane springs back up and off the top rope…SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Ryan Shane with a springboard shooting-star press onto Caleb! Here’s the pin!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Masters: “Walker is just too powerful for that lightweight!” Daniels: “Shane is up, pulling Walker to his feet…but watch out, so is Kimo! SUPERKICK!” Waters: “Shane dodges out of the way and Kimo rocks Walker with that kick! Spinning heel-kick by Shane and Kimo is down! Caleb is out on his feet!” Daniels: “Ryan Shane isn’t done yet! He’s got Walker! MOMENT OF CLARITY!! Somehow he lifted the big man up and drove him to the mat!! PIN!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!!! *DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the current title holder with 9 minutes and 7 seconds remaining…RYAN SHANE!!” Masters: “Watch out for that hoodlum Blaze!” Waters: “I thought Kimo was the hoodlum?” Daniels: “Brian Blaze in the ring…BLAZING ARROW ON SHANE!” Waters: “Shane ducks! Blaze slides all the way out of the ring!! He recovers quickly, but SHANE dives onto him with a suicide dive!!” Daniels: “Zodiac is back in as well…he and Kimo look at eachother, then look out to the floor…DOUBLE SOMERSAULT PLANCHAS ONTO BLAZE AND SHANE!!” Crowd: “C-Z-DUB!! C-Z-DUB!! C-Z-DUB!!” Masters: “Caleb is up now…he’s not going to…” Waters: “Walker gets a running start, hitting the far ropes-oops! Kerosene pulls down the rope!! Walker spills to the outside!! Caleb up and he’s furious and…OH-MY-GOD!!” *CRAAAAASH!!* Daniels: “The crowd here is going MENTAL after that shot!! Kerosene smashes Walker over the head with his KEYTAR!! Caleb is down!!” Waters: “Here on the near side, Brian Blaze and Zodiac are back up onto the ring apron, and the signs of fatigue are really starting to show! Both men trading punches and rocking eachother back! OH! Eye-gouge from Blaze!! He grabs Zodiac and…QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT!! QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!! Zodiac is definitely hurting! Blaze gets to his feet holding his back and raising his hand…Ryan Shane spins him around and..OH!” Masters: “That cheating monkey! Blaze kicks Shane right in the jewels!!” Waters: “Blaze follows up with another kick to the midsection…head kick! SUPERKICK!! Ha, ha, Blaze with the Money Shot on Shane! Kimo grabs Blaze from behind with a sleeper but…OH, man…another low blow, this time with a back kick!! He spins around and grabs Kimo, could this be the Blaze of Glory!!? “ Daniels: “It IS the Blaze of Glory!! Brian Blaze drives Kimo down with that package-piledriver ONTO Zodiac!! Blaze now getting up and catching his breath…he’s the only one standing on this side of the ring now! He’s…wait, what’s he doing…Brian Blaze reaches into that fan’s shirt pocket and…is…is that a pack of cigarettes!?” Waters: “Blaze is blazing up! Apparently the champion needs a smoke break!” Masters: “If he doesn’t get a pinfall within 7 minutes or so, he won’t BE champion anymore!!” Daniels: “Here comes Kerosene around the ring…AND BLAZE BLOWS SMOKE RIGHT INTO HIS FACE!! Kerosene is blinded and Blaze rolls him back into the ring! Johnny scrambles to his feet but-BLAZING ARROW!! MR. ENTERTAINMENT WITH THE BLAZING ARROW!! And the cover!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!! *DING-DING!* Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, your current title holder with six minutes even remaining…BRIAN BLAZE!!” Waters: “Blaze picks Kerosene off the mat and chucks him to the outside. Excellent strategy by the champion, keeping his opponents all out of striking distance!” Daniels: “Caleb attempts to get back in the ring, bleeding from the forehead from that key-tar shot by Kerosene. Blaze with a running knee-lift takes him off the apron and back to the floor! Ryan Shane now on the other side…baseball slide! Blaze keeping all of his opponents out! Kimo makes it onto the apron…Blaze runs in but Kimo counters with a hot-shot!! Kimo…springs up…SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT!! “ Masters: “Zodiac slides in as well…Kimo with a spinning roundhouse, but Zodiac ducks and snatches the Hawaiian up!! HORROR SCOPE!!” Waters: “Countered!! Sunset flip!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Ryan Shane back in and he grabs Thrilla…double-underhook backbreaker!! Zodiac is down and-KIMO WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! Shane is stunned and now Kimo is back to his feet…HE’S GOT THE RUM BOTTLE!! The fans cheer in anticipation as Kimo measure Shane….waiting…Ryan slowly makes it to his feet and Kimo winds up!!” Waters: “BRIAN BLAZE TAKES THE BOTTLE!! Blaze has Kimo’s bottle and-wait, he’s….DRINKING OUT OF IT!?” Masters: “Looks like the smoke break wasn’t enough!” Daniels: “Kimo goes after him but…POISON MIST!! POISON MIST with Jamaican Rum right into the eyes of the ‘Hoodlum from Hawaii!’ That HAS to burn!” Waters: “But there’s Ryan Shane, kicking the bottle out of Blaze’s hand! He really hates alcohol! AND ANOTHER LOW BLOW FROM BLAZE!! NO!! Blocked this time!! BLINDSIDED BY ZODIAC!! RUNNING FRONT-DROPKICK!! SHANE IS KNOCKED TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!! Zodiac sizes up Blaze as we drop under the four minute mark! Hits the ropes…” *SMAAAACK!!* Masters: “Walker on the outside with a chair-shot!! And Blaze with a dropkick sends Zodiac back out to the floor! Walker grabs Zodiac, but he fights back!! The Zodiac Thrilla whips Caleb into the guard-rail and leaps at him…sending him OVER the barrier with a hurricanrana!! They’re practically rolling over the top of the fans at this point!!” Waters: “Meanwhile, Brian Blaze is once again in the ring all alone! We’re at just around 3 minutes left and Brian Blaze is still the current title-holder!! He’s all alone in the ring but…wait…LOOK!! ON THE LADDER!!” Daniels: “JOHNNY KEROSENE!!” Crowd: “HOLY-SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” Daniels: “FLYING V TO THE INSIDE OF THE RING OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!! HE JUST TORE BRIAN BLAZE IN HALF!! GOOD LORD WHAT A MOVE!!” Waters: “He took a lot out of himself as well, but he still manages to make the cover!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!!!! *DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, your current title-holder with 2 minutes and 4 seconds remaining, JOHNNY KEROSENE!!” Waters: “Kerosene and Blaze are both basically helpless in there, and here comes Kimo and Shane into the ring as we’re now under two minutes!! They’re basically fighting over the scraps at this point!! Shane with a series of kicks to the midsection…he whips Kimo to the ropes…SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!! Shane tumbles under the move but Kimo lands on his feet!! Shane with an enziguri, but Kimo ducks!!” Masters: “Watch out, Kerosene is moving now, trying to pull himself up by the ropes.” Daniels: “We’ve got Caleb Walker and Zodiac Thrilla fighting all the way into the corridors now! Caleb tackles Zodiac into a souvenir stand!! They’re swinging and…okay, it looks like we’ve got some security there to try and break that up!” Waters: “Kimo and Shane are trading shots now! And Brian Blaze has managed to crawl to one of the ring corners, hanging halfway out and…what is he doing!? Brian Blaze rummaging under the ring for something…” Daniels: “Kimo with a kick…Shane catches it…KIMO WITH A ROLL-UP!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - BROKEN UP BY KEROSENE!! Daniels: “Johnny can taste victory!! He’s got a minute to go!!” Masters: “Kimo is up and he ducks a Kerosene clothesline…SUPERKICK!! Kerosene hits the mat!! RYAN SHANE WITH A ROLL UP ON KIMO!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - BROKEN UP BY KEROSENE AGAIN!! Daniels: “Johnny fighting with all he’s got to keep the others from making a pinfall!! Kimo whips Kerosene into the corner and charges in…” *THUD!* Waters: “Johnny backdrops Kimo to the outside!! Wait, Shane now has him locked up from behind…MOMENT OF CLA-NO!! KEROSENE FLOATS OVER!! FACEMELTER!! KEROSENE WITH THE FACEMELTER!! 20 SECONDS TO GO!!” Crowd: “JOHNNY!! JOHNNY!! JOHNNY!!” Daniels: “Wait, Brian Blaze!!! He’s got a bucket of some sort of substance!!” Masters: “Does that say…SLEAZE!?” Daniels: “Kerosene turns and Brian FLINGS THE CONTENTS OF THAT BUCKET ONTO HIM!!” Waters: “IT’S EMPTY!! KEROSENE RECOILS REFLEXIVELY BUT THERE’S NOTHING IN THERE!! BLAZE WITH A ROLL-UP!!” 1!! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - 3!!! *DING-DING!* Crowd: “2…..1….” *DING-DING-DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and STILL CZW X-Division Champion…’Mr. Entertainment,’ BRIAN…BLAZE!!” ‘Let Me Entertain You’ blares out through the arena and the fans cheer loudly. Johnny and Brian lie prone and exhausted in the middle of the ring as Shane and Kimo slowly make their way to their feet, Ryan looking extremely frustrated and disappointed, and Kimo shaking his head before nodding towards the ring with grudging respect. Waters: “Brian Blaze with a maneuver that can only be classified as ‘sleazy’ sneaks away with this one!” Daniels: “Blaze won the day, but everyone involved made this match truly memorable. Now Blaze is up and he is presented the belt. Johnny Kerosene up as well, holding onto that empty ‘Sleaze’ bucket, shaking his head in disbelief.” Masters: “If it were me, I’d flatten him with it!” Daniels: “Kerosene tosses the bucket aside and…extends his hand. The fans cheer loudly and Blaze accepts!” Crowd: “C-Z-DUB!! C-Z-DUB!! C-Z-DUB!!” Daniels: “What a match we’ve witnessed here tonight, showcasing the true nature of the X Division! They’ll be talking about this one for years to come!”
Backstage we see “The Ripper” Bryan McNally working out. At the upper right hand of our screen we see another man creeping into view… “The Straight Edge Assassin” Knox Harper.
McNally turns and faces Knox, whom he towers upon…as Knox looks up slowly.
McNally: Can I help you?
Knox Harper: Do you know where I can find a pair of Princess Peach underwear? I need them to complete my Waffleman collection…
McNally: W-What?
Knox Harper: You no speako the lingo? No hablo English? Click-Click-Click-Click English? Jeez… Underwear. Princess Peach. I need.
McNally: Kid..you have got some serious issues…
Knox Harper: Yes I know..I’m working on them…
McNally is now frustrated and taken aback by the strange young man…He grabs his gym bag and walks off slowly muttering…
McNally: And they call me the freak…
Knox Harper: IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU, LUIGI! Man that guy is awesome..I want his mustache…
Suddenly, storming through the locker room doors is Knox’s tag-team parter, Ryan Shane… He’s furious, after his loss earlier, slamming his fist into the walls.
Ryan Shane: UGH! I SHOULD HAVE HAD THAT MATCH, WON!
Knox Harper: Easy bro…remember… the the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog…
Ryan looks up at Knox slowly, and turns his head to the side…
Ryan Shane: What...in the hell, is that supposed to mean?
Knox simply shrugs and drapes an arm around his friend’s arm and pats his back…
Knox Harper: Just cheer up bro… Tonight, we make an impact…for I…have a plan.
Ryan Shane: Oh? Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me…
Knox Harper: Excuse us, cameraman…
The two men now begin conversating as our scene goes back to the announcers. ***
-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION TITLE TRIPLE THREAT ELECTRIC ASYLUM MATCH -=- *** Daniels: It has been one hell of a show thus far gentlemen and it is only going to get better. Masters: Tim Timmons is finally going to win the TV Title. Waters: I wouldn’t go giving Timmons the belt just yet. Granted this is his brain child however Rob Wright is Money in the Bank and well Sawyer is the champion for a reason. Masters: Things change Waters, things change. Daniels: That being said this Electric Asylum match is one of a kind. The three participants all start out in straight jackets. Then once all three men get free the doors are open and you can escape the cage through the door or over the cage. Then you must strap an opponent into an electric chair placed on the ramp there and be the one to pull the switch and you will be declared the winner. Jessica Towers: The following is an Electric Asylum Match and it is for the CZW TV Championship. Linkin Park’s In The End begins to play and the fans begin to cheer. Rob Wright is on top of the stage as he takes a good hard look at the electric chair. He then makes his way towards the caged ring. Jessica: First making his way to the ring he is Mr. Money in the Bank. The Real Deal Rob Wright. The fans cheer as Rob is standing inside the cage and is getting a straight jacket put on him as Wanted Man by Rev Theory begins to play and the boos start coming. Tim Timmons is now on the stage he has a Table under each arm and a steel chair in his mouth. He starts walking towards the ring focused on everything and ignoring his surrounding. Jessica: Next making his way to the ring he is Psycho Tim Timmons. Tim Timmons manages to get his goodies into the ring as he sets the chair up in a corner and sits down on it. He then puts on the straight jacket with some help from the referee as Godzilla’s Theme begins to play and Godzilla Sawyer is on the stage as the people are cheering there heads off it seems. Godzilla makes his way down the ring noticing the electric chair but not paying too much attention to it. Jessica: Finally making his way to the ring he is the CZW Television Champion! Godzilla Sawyer! Daniels: Godzilla Sawyer is in the ring and he has been strapped in his straight jacket. The referee leaves the ring and locks the cage door this match is under way officially. Waters: The bell has sounded and we are under way. Masters: TIMMONS IS OUT OF HIS STRAIGHT JACKET! Waters: WHAT?!?!?! Daniels: Timmons is moving around we all seen him get strapped into his jacket correct? Waters: He was strapped into his jacket. It appears to not even be untied. Masters: Tim Timmons has apparently hid a knife it seems. He’s holding a knife in his hand and the jacket is cut open. THIS IS GREAT! Daniels: This is horrible for Sawyer and Rob though. They are scrambling doing whatever they can to get free but those jackets aren’t budging. Timmons now has got that steel chair he brought to the ring with him. He walks over to Sawyer who is completely at Timmons’ mercy it seems. Waters: Sawyer hits Timmons with a kick to the mid section though. Timmons however answers back with an unprotected chair shot to the skull. Masters: HA HA HA! I love it. Rob Wright is now making his way towards Timmons. Timmons turns swings and HOME RUN BABY! Daniels: Sawyer and Rob could possibly have concussions and this match just started. Timmons may have what some people called cheated… Masters: However, you can not cheat is there are no rules. Waters: The man speaks the truth for once. Didn’t know you had any kind of intelligence Masters. Masters: Just look at Timmons as he is wailing away on both Rob and Sawyer with that steel chair. Neither one seem to be able to get up either this is brilliant. Timmons is now placing the Steel Chair on the canvas. He goes over and picks Rob up. He has him set up for the T-Crusher! YES T-CRUSHER ON THE STEEL CHAIR! Daniels: Now look at this. He is taking the knife and he is opening Rob’s straight jacket. That is smart by Timmons for all three men have to be out of there straight jackets before anyone can leave the ring. Now he is turning his attention back to Sawyer. He places the steel chair across the face of Sawyer as he hops on the second rope. Tim Timmons takes flight and drive an elbow onto the steel chair that was across the face of Sawyer. Waters: Very impressive work from Tim Timmons thus far in this match. He may be using questionable methods but hey, who hasn’t in there wrestling career. Tim Timmons is doing exactly what it is going to take for him to win the match. Masters: Timmons just opened up Sawyer’s straight jacket and now Sawyer is free however both men are completely laid out. Tim Timmons is in complete control of this match as the doors have been unlocked the roof of this cage is being raised. Timmons is now stomping away on Sawyer who is the only of the two showing some form of life as Rob Wright is still out right now. Daniels: Timmons is just stomping away at Sawyer but Sawyer is slowly getting to his feet. Timmons then backs off a bit as he watches Sawyer use the ropes to help him get back to his feet. Sawyer seems to be struggling to realize where he is as he turns around and Timmons just decapitates him with a vicious chair shot. Waters: Sawyer is so disoriented that he had no idea where he was. He didn’t even try and defend himself from the shot. Another unprotected chair shot to the skull of Sawyer. Masters: Timmons is dominating but he still has to get one of these men to the electric chair. LOOK Rob is moving. Not for long though as Timmons has noticed. Daniels: Timmons is waiting like a vulture picking up the scraps of this damage he has caused. Rob is finally to his feet as Timmons swings the chair and ROB DUCKS! Waters: Rob just hit’s a spinning heel kick into the steel chair Timmons was holding and the chair hit Timmons right in the face. Rob Wright apparently has awareness. Daniels: That is amazing. Rob somehow with the where with all to hit Timmons with a spinning heel kick. Timmons drops the chair and he runs at Rob Wright and Rob lifts him up and hits Timmons with a MASSIVE Spine Buster! Rob Wright is now climbing the cage. Folks once you are out of the cage you can not go back in and Rob is making his climb. Waters: Look at this though. Sawyer is back on his feet and he is setting up one of the tables and he has placed Timmons on it. He then yells something at Rob who looks back at the laid out Timmons. Rob is now perched on top of the stage and…… Masters: OH MY GOOD LORD! Daniels: WRIGHT FLIGHT FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE ON TO TIMMONS THROUGH THE TABLE! Crowd: C Z DUB C Z DUB C Z DUB C Z DUB C Z DUB Masters: There is no chance in hell that is what Timmons wanted to use those tables for. Rob is down and out Timmons is definitely broken in half and Sawyer is now making his way to the top of the cage. I don’t think the cage can support a man of his size. Daniels: Oh shut you face Masters. Waters: WAIT! No way, Rob is setting up the other table Timmons brought with him to the ring. He is using all of his strength to lift Timmons up and he places him on the table. Rob then stumbles back and sits down in the corner as he yells to Sawyer now. Sawyer notices then he looks out into the crowd…. Daniels: The fans want it to happen however is Sawyer going to do it. Masters: He should just climb down. Let’s be rational here. Waters: HE TAKES FLIGHT! Masters: We need a spatula to get Timmons off of the canvas. Crowd: C Z DUB C Z DUB C Z DUB Daniels: Timmons very well just got a dose of his own medicine. A massive two hundred seventy pound dose as Timmons was just hit with the Wrecking Ball from the top of the cage onto Timmons right after he was hit with the Wright Flight form the top of the cage as well through a table. Tim Timmons started off the match wailing on them with chair shots to the skull and now he is easily unable to continue in this match. All three men are down however. Waters: Rob is still sitting in the corner while Timmons is obviously dead and Sawyer is rolling a bit but he is laid out as well. All three men are down and none are moving. Masters: Look though Rob Wright is crawling towards the door. The referee holds them open and Sawyer is also crawling towards the door. Both men reach the door and both men use the ropes to climb up. Rob makes it to his feet first and he leaves the cage. Sawyer is now on his feet as he climbs through the ropes and is outside of the cage as well. Daniels: The champ and Money in the Bank are both on the outside of the ring. Timmons is probably not even going to be a factor in the rest of this match. Rob and Sawyer shake hands as the fans cheer. Rob then pulls on Sawyer’s arm and take shim down with a close line. Waters: A nice moment there with the hand shake however a title is still on the line and there are no friends in this match. Especially since it seems more and more as if one of these men are being strapped into the electric chair. Masters: Both men are brawling all over the outside of the ring. Rob helps Sawyer to his feet as he throws Sawyer into the side of the cage. Rob then jumps off of the top of the security barricade and hits Sawyer with a hurricarana. Daniels: Amazing, the beating these two went through at the beginning of this match. How they seemingly were going to be one upped by Timmons yet the turn the tables. Both men send Timmons crashing through a table and now this has seemingly become a one on one match and Rob right now has the upper hand. Waters: Not for long it seems, Rob trying to slam Sawyer’s head into the barricade but Sawyer blocks it with his foot. Sawyer then head butts Rob as Rob stumble backwards. Rob and Sawyer are now finding themselves at the bottom of the ramp as Sawyer lifts Rob up and power bombs him onto the ramp. Masters: OH MY GOD! TIMMONS IS MOVING! Daniels: Well you can continue to watch that as Sawyer and Rob are getting closer and closer to that electric chair. Sawyer hits Rob with an overhead belly to belly suplex as he throws Rob up the ramp and the two men are that much closer to the electric chair. Masters: TIMMONS HAS JUST MADE HIS WAY TO THE CAGE DOOR! Waters: While that is happening Sawyer takes a few steps back and falls forward hitting a falling head butt on Rob. Sawyer lifts Rob up and is trying to put him in the chair it looks like. Daniels: OH! No he is not! Masters: If Timmons doesn’t win this match it will be robbery. And, he should go into a career in baseball he is hitting home run after home run with that damn chair. Waters: Timmons is back from the dead seemingly as he has dented that chair with Sawyer’s skull. He is now turning his attention to Rob he starts running as Rob is on his feet. Timmons jumps does a front flip and hits Rob with a drop kick at the end of the flip great move from Timmons. Daniels: An, even greater recovery from Timmons as Rob stumbles back into the electric chair. Timmons is going to try and take advantage and trying to strap Rob in. Rob however kicks Timmons in the stomach as Timmons stumbles back unable to buckle a strap of the chair. Rob is now going for it seems like Wright Stuff but Timmons is throwing some haymakers into the side of Rob’s head and he break the hold. Masters: Now look, Timmons has Rob on his shoulders and he is running towards the edge of the stage. HE HIT’S THE CANADIAN DRIVER OFF THE STAGE ONTO ROB WRIGHT! Daniels: HERE COMES ZILL WHO JUMP OFF THE STAGE AND HIT’S THE WRECKING BALL ONTO TIM TIMMONS FROM THE STAGE! Waters: AMAZING! Sawyer has this match in his grasp now. Rob is out thanks to Timmons and Timmons failed to get up from the Driver and Sawyer capitalized by hitting the Wrecking Ball. Sawyer now lifts Rob up and is dragging him to the bottom of the ramp. Sawyer not gets Rob up and on his shoulders as he is carrying him to the top of the ramp. Sawyer sits Rob down in the chair and straps him in. He lowers the head gear and he pulls the switch. Daniels: The bell is ringing and Sawyer quickly turns off he chair not to do any significant damage to Rob Wright and somehow some way Godzilla Sawyer retained the title. Masters: TIMMONS WAS ROBBED DAMN IT! IT WAS A CONSPIRACY THE WHOLE TIME! Rob Wright however burnt like some overcooked toast while in that chair so that was at least a good prize. TIMMONS WAS STILL ROBBED! Godzilla’s Theme is being played in the background as Sawyer is standing on top of the stage and the referee is bringing him the Television Title. Jessica: Your winner and STILL TELEVISION CHAMPION, GODZILLA SAWYER! Daniels: What a match. Timmons seemingly had it in control by using a knife to free himself early then hitting his opponents with chair shot after chair shot after chair shot. However the tables were turned and Tables came into play and Timmons was smashed through both of them. Then it turned into a one on one match for the mean time. Timmons somehow recovered however it was all for not. Taking Rob Wright out of the picture and Sawyer finished Timmons off with another Wrecking Ball. Masters: A God Damn Conspiracy! Waters: Rob is seriously hurt after taking the shot form the chair and Timmons is also being checked on. That was one hell of a match and one hell of a victory for the Television Champion Godzilla Sawyer. A great performance by all three men however a winner was needed and Sawyer proved he is quite possibly the greatest Television Champion of all time. ***
"We Die Young" pumps through the Blue Cross Arena as two men in hoods lead Mike King down to the ring.
DANIELS: Well here we go, Mike King's in-ring summit with Mike Monroe and Brian Kirkland and King is looking for an answer.
WATERS: Mike King is on a mission, I've fought him before and when he is in the zone, he is in the zone. No questions to ask on that one. Mike is looking for an answer and for Brian's sake, I hope it is the last one. We all saw how nuts Mike King went the last time that happened.
MASTERS: Yeah what is he gonna do, send K-Busa out after him again?
DANIELS: Everyone has a lasp in judgment sometime Masters, Some just last longer than others.
MASTERS: Yeah and your's last for an entire show.
WATERS: Can't we all just get along long enough to hear what BK will have to say to King's ultimatum?
King enters the ring and the men in the ceremonial robes follow suit. King is given a microphone as the crowd boos him for what he's said about Mike Monroe.
King: Thank you, thank you. You people in Rochester are all good. You know if I said things I said about Mike Monroe about some other guy here in CZW, you would all still be cheering me. But that's fine with me, I don't care what you have to say tonight. I care about something that someone else has to say. But that can wait...
The crowd boos King once again as he pauses to take a breath.
King: Firstly, I'm not sure how many of you know who my associates here are. Ladies and gentlemen, the man to my left is codenamed Badger and the man to my right is codenamed Encore. These two men, are the blueprint for the future of CZW. These two men are the men who will epitomize the youth of this promotion and the only reason I returned. I am not here to win titles, I am not here to win matches, I am here to bring the youth to a level I never reached here in CZW. These two men hold the potential to be the CZW World Heavyweight Champion someday. I've had the chance to win that title once before and these two will be ready to win them more time than I had the chance to. I will make sure of this. I will guide them into the spotlight.
The crowd gives slight cheers.
King: Now, a second thing I would like to talk about is a rumor that I was scared to be a part of the CZW X-DIVISION TITLE FRENZY MATCH with Johnny Kerosene, Kimo Newton, Sean Hustle, Ryan Shane, The Zodiac Thrilla and the champion Brian Blaze. The fact is I have a confirmed concussion from my match with Eddie Rowan. Now I am not holding anyone responsible for it, but I will say when I am medically cleared to wrestle again, somebody isn't gonna like it. It may be Eddie, it may not. But rest assured, the man to be standing across the ring from me when I am cleared, has a death warrant and will find out why some people call me "B-A-Double D, Badd Company."
The crowd boos King again and faint "King's a coward chants" are heard in the arena.
King: You think I am a coward, I got my doctor's note right here you vampire zombie zim bastards.
King pulls his doctor's note out of his pocket and shows it to the camera while the crowd boos.
King: Alright, alright fine, you want me to end this quick. Brian Kirkland, come down here and give me your answer.
"Rebirth of the Temple" hits as "The Misfit" Mike Monroe comes out, somewhat surprising the crowd, who erupt in cheers nonetheless. He is dressed in his wrestling gear and has his tag title over his shoulder. He has a smirk on his face as he made his way to the ring with a microphone in his hand.
MASTERS: What in bloody hell is Monroe doing out here? This isn't the tag title match. King called for Kirkland, not him.
WATERS: He surely has a right to be here. You don't talk bad about someone and expect them not to do anything about it. I have been in the ring with Monroe, and he does not back down, no matter who it is.
Mike gets in the ring and walks around for a little bit as the crowd finally begins to die down.
Monroe: What happened, bro? You used to be a decent dude. You should remember that one time a good while back, we had a Warzone vs. Assault ppv. You and me went at it, and you came out on top that night. I had a lot of respect for you that night. And for a long time after it, I had respect for you. The keyword being HAD. Right now you are being a pussy ass douchebag, who is whining because shit ain't going your way. Right now, I'm glad you aren't in Beautiful Agony anymore.
King: I had respect for you too. That match you speak of was one of my favorites in my career. I returned to CZW after battling demons thanks to you and Brian, then you changed. Instead of being friendly to me like you were while I was gone you treated me like shit. You call me the "pussy ass douchebag," look in the mirror. When I wake up I don't see a whiner, a complainer, I see a man who was taken advantage of. I know Jacob Havok meant the world to you and Beautiful Agony and I still have respect for him much like everyone in the crowd tonight that has seen one of his matches but why did you seal the history of Beautiful Agony only to reopen it and not offer membership to Brian and myself?
King pauses a second for MM to answer before cutting him off when he finally is ready to.
King: Oh I know because you were scared of Youthful Aggression back then when you initially offered membership to us so we wouldn't come and take the spotlight from you and now you are afraid that with us as a part of the new "Beautiful Agony" that your spotlight will be taken once again.
The smirk on Mike's face instantly left and was replaced with a very serious look.
Monroe: Listen, jackass. I have never and will never be afraid of anyone or anything. You wanna know why I offered YA a slot in Beautiful Agony? I saw myself in you three, especially you, Mike. You had just been dumped by Timmons for the first time, and was trying to carve yourself a spot here in CZW. You never asked for help or a handout. You carved your own niche. A lot of people don't know, but when Blaze and Kirkland came into the fold, you were supposed to come with them. But you had demons to battle and I completely understood. I told them that whenever you decided to come back, there was a spot open for you.
As a matter of fact, how many times did I visit you in rehab? Huh? It all falls back to that thing called respect. And when you came back, what happened? That slot was still open and we welcomed you to the family. And you helped with the whole Kiljoy situation, and I will never forget that. But then, I had some personal shit to take care of myself. Lauren was a mess, Jake was in the hospital. Tatum was God knows where. I had to do everything I could to keep their dad from putting a hit out on Kiljoy's head. I came back and finished what I had started, but they did a roster split while I was gone, and you and Kirkland went to the other show. I had to do some deep thinking and decided that we should part ways as Beautiful Agony. And before you say anything, my slot in XTC had nothing to do with it, that came after.
And, you went off to do you own thing, which was fine. You sided with Tim again, no big deal. As a matter of fact, you had another reign as tag champion. But then you left Tim's side, you lost your tag title, you were alone again. And then it hit me, you can't stand on your own. You went from Timmons, to Kirkland and Blaze, to BA, back to Tim, now you are on your own and you don't know what to do. Don't blame me. Don't blame Tim. Don't blame Kirkland. The only one you should blame is...yourself.
Mike then walked up and poked King in the chest with his finger, emphasising his point. King smirks at Monroe now after getting poked in the chest.
King: Monroe you poke me again and I will break your fingers. I will break your arm and then I will break your leg, leaving your teammate Eddie Rowan to himself against El Fuego. You talk about respect, what about what you did? You left Brian and I due to the draft and broke apart Beautiful Agony and then when you return you don't give me a phone call to ask if I want in or an explanation why I am not. A simple "your half-brother is Tim Timmons so you can't be trusted" cop-out isn't enough. I turned to him when no-one had a place for me. I may not always get along but he's family and blood is thicker than water Mike Monroe. And I do have people contrary to what you think because you got Badger and Encore waiting in the wings.
I guess all along joining Beautiful Agony was too good to be true because the minute I joined you knew that once the brand split happened that there was a good chance of a break-up and you didn't sit each member down and explain this, you just knelt down at Ace Kings feet and sucked him off to allow you membership in Team XTC. And I feel better now because for several months, that was something that was in the pit of my stomach and getting it out of there and off my chest, I feel like a new man. A man who will cultivate new talent and take them under my wing, while men like you just want to maintain the old gentleman's club and keep them on top.
Monroe stares at King and walks up close to him enraged.
Monroe: Listen here, you sanctimonious son of a bitch. What made you think I wanted you back here after the last few months? Hmmm, you turned on Kirkland, you joined The Next Generation, then you disappear, and wonder why you never got a call? I don't trust you. I didn't call Kirkland because he is soul searching and I respect him enough to give him his space until he can figure out what is going on in his life. I didn't call Jacob because he is in some sort of self-imposed exile, and I haven't heard from him in a long time. I called Eddie and Brian because after everything, I can count on them no matter what. When I called, I asked them who else we can trust to strengthen the renewed BA. That's where McNally and Mortius came into play. At no point did you name ever come up. Just remember, if you burn enough bridges, there won't be anyone but you on the island.
And if you think that there is some secret society that got me here, you are dumber than you look. I scratched and clawed and bled to get where I am at. Sure, I stumbled. Sure, I fell. But you know what, I didn't blame anyone but myself when shit didn't go right. And now, look. Former X champ. Current Tag Champ. 3 Time UV Award Winner. I have fought some of the best here, and I have beaten some of the best here. So if you finally got something off your chest to be something new and improved, more power to you. If you are training Tweedledee and Tweedledum over there for something magical, by all means. But the next time you fail, blame yourself. Because the next time you name drop like you just did, you and me will throw down, and you should know by now that I have never turned down a fight.
King and Monroe are staring at each other as the crowd cheers.
King: You know I left because my contract was up and I sat around and waited to see that CZW could stand on its own two feet again. I saw WIF fall, tried to put the pieces back together but it was fruitless. That was why Tim brought me in and I didn't want to waste my time fighting in a promotion that wasn't sure if the reunion show was it's last or a new beginning. Call me a traitor, call me a snake, call me an island, I don't care. I care about myself and the younger talent. Show me another man in the locker room who does. I was willing to do it before CZW died and I returned just for that reason.
The crowd boos King.
Monroe: I don't think that's true, I think you returned to get your pussy ass knocked down again by me.
Monroe tears of his shirt and is now face to face with King and are now in a heated staring confrontation.
MASTERS: Someone get out here soon or we will have a brawl at our hands.
WATERS: Judging by the jaw-jacking, I think these two men want just that.
This Is Absolution sudenny begins to play over the PA system, causing the fans to go wild and it also causes Monroe and King to take notice and stop arguing. A very confused looking Brian Kirkland comes out and stands on the stage for a moment. He's wearing a black CZW hoodie, his ring shorts and in his right hand he carrys the CZW Ultra Violent Championship.
MASTERS: Finally! For once I'm happy to see kirkland coming out here
WATERS:Maybe Kirkland can talk some sense into these two.
Kirkland makes his way to the ring and stands between the two.
BK:Well I really don't know what to say now. I mean it. After hearing you two go back and forth like 4th graders with a dictionary I'm not really sure I wanna side with either of you.
Both Monroe and King put they're mics up to talk but Kirkland sees this.
BK:No, no, no, both of you stay quiet, you had time to talk and you wasted it acting like children. Now its my time to talk and set things straight. First I'm gonna talk about you,Monroe. You arn't as much of an angel in this situation as you'd like to think you are. The truth is you never gave me and King a reason why we wern't in BA untill we each caled you on it. A simple text or phone call would have sufficed but you just up and replaced us.
At this point King starts to smile and laugh but Kirkland quicky puts an end to that.
BK:And you.
Brian points at King.
BK:You jump ship more than any wrestler I've seen in my life. You're with Tim, you're solo, you're teaming with me, you're back with Tim, and now you wanna team up again. At one point we were tight as can be but at another you're trying to end me.It's like you've got two people trapped in that sick screwed up head of yours.
Kirkland pushes his hair back and looks at both men then speaks again
BK: But if I have to pick sides theres only one side that I can go with. I've thought long and hard about it and I've decided to go with whats in my gut because my brain just can't decide.
Brian drops the mic, unzips his hoodie and takes his shirt off to reveal.....A BEAUTIFUL AGONY T-SHIRT!
WATERS:Looks like Kirkland is siding with BA again after all.
MASTERS:What a fool. I would have gone with King.
King looks down at the mat and shakes his head as Monroe and Kirkland shake hands. Monroe raises his arm before turning around to leave the ring.....
BAM!
WATERS:What the hell?! Kirkland just dropped Monroe with The Aneurysm!!!!
MASTERS:I knew he wasn't an idiot!!
Kirkland stays sitting on the mat beside Monroe who is hardly moving. Kirkland picks up a mic.
BK:You know, for a second I almost went with you Mike, but I can't really forgive you for leaving me behind, thats why...
Kirkland stands up and looks around at the fans that are now booing him. He then rips his BA shirt off to show off his Youthful Aggression shirt underneath.
BK:Youthful Aggression is back!
Kirkland and King both have big grins on their face as they hug then raise their arms.
WATERS:Kirkland fooled us all, we all thought he was going with Monroe and BA but instead he dropped him like a bad habit and joined King again.
MASTERS:What a great plan.
Kirkland mouthes something to King and the other two and then Points to Monroe
WATERS:What are these guys doing now?
Kirkland and King pick Monroe up but before they can do anything with him Eddie Rowan comes running out of the back with a chair. He rolls into the ring and Kirkland,King,Badger and Encore scatter and dive out of the ring.
WATERS:Mike's partner has come out to protect him!
MASTERS:Oh hell I thought we were gonna get a good show
King hops on the apron and trys to enter the ring again but gets swung at with the chair and decides that its not worth it.
The four men back up the ramp as "We Die Young" begins to play. ***
-=- SIX MAN BARBED WIRE TAG TEAM MATCH -=- *** DANIELS: "WHAT A SHOCK FROM KIRKLAND!" WATERS: "Brian Kirkland attacking Mike Monroe?... well.... all I can say at this point is wow." MASTERS: "Please. I saw it coming two months ago." DANIELS: "Right, William. Sure. Now... for our next match... this won't be for the faint of heart. While the ring crew prepare the ring for this violent encounter we are about to witness, let's review the events that have led up to this point." Re-United We Stand 11/09/09 Yelling is heard as the camera fades in. four figures stand around two prone figures. As the focus gets better, it's none other than EOI, D'Spayre, Distress, and Morrigan...the Brothers of Misery. They appear to be standing over none other than Total Mayhem, Ezra and Jakob. Both men have been busted open. Ezra wears a crimson mask. EOI grabs Ezra by the hair and begins screaming obscenities at him before slinging him into a car, who's allarm begins going off on impact. EOI climbs up on the car dragging Ezra with him...he sets him up and slams him on the roof of the car with his patented...'Insanity.' Ezra remains motionless in the busted roof as EOI jumps off the car and returns to Jakob. Distress sets Jakob up in a powerbomb position and as he's driving him into the concrete, D'Spayre hits a reverse DDT alongside the powerbomb...leaving Jakob broken on the ground. Morrigan hands EOI a chalice with some sort of red liquid that he pours all over Jakob. The four people stomp on Jakob some more before the lights go out, and when they flicker back on...all that is left is Jakob and Ezra. Overdrive TV, Las Vegas 11/23/09
Daniels: Yuck! And speaking of last week…
Masters: Nice little lead in there.
Daniels: (ignoring the interruption) BOM did something that was not totally out of character for them, but it was something that they should have thought twice about.
Masters: Not really.
Daniels: Yes really. Why attack Total Mayhem when there is no reason to it.
Masters: There is always a reason to it. Total Mayhem are monsters, they are crazy and they also haven’t had the most sterling of records lately. So why not make a name bigger by taking them out?
Daniels: (listening to his headset) I think we have the answer to that. Is there a camera out side?
(Yes there is, like there wouldn’t be)
Three figures are walking to the entrance, Despayre, Distress and EOI. A black cargo van enters the lot and heads for them, slamming the brakes on, it slides sideways and into the three some before they can react. All three hitting the ground hard.
Daniels: Why do I have the feeling this isn’t good?
Masters: I had the same thought with your mother.
The side door of the van flies open and both members of Total Mayhem leap out. Jakob starts stomping on Distress as his brother in insanity pulls a lead pipe from the van as he gets out and attacks EOI and Despayre.
In the background, sparks are seen as the drivers door is apparently being sealed from opening, a closer look would reveal all the other doors had already been done this way except for the side door.
Jakob has lifted Distress to his feet and slammed his foot into his stomach, lifting him up and powerslamming him on the hard ground. Ezra has busted open Despayre and EOI isn’t moving. Both begin tossing all three into the van and slamming the doors shut. Both men laughing like they are totally crazy.
Total Mayhem step to the side and a car plows into the read corner of the van turning it sideways. The car, whose it belongs to is unknown, can be heard gunning its engine and finally fires into the side of the van and forces it into the read of another car. The van is pinned and the doors won’t open.
Masters: TOTAL MAYHEM HAS BEGUN PAYBACK!!!!
Daniels: We knew it was going to happen, but question is, are they done?
Jakob has climbed on top of the van as Ezra hands him gas cans that were brought to him by the third member of the attackers. The third member making sure that his face isn’t seen as he does. Jakob begins pouring gas all over the van as Ezra pulls a lighter from his pocket and sparks it to life.
Daniels: SOMEONE GET OUT THERE AND STOP THIS!!!!
Masters: Better yet someone get some hot dogs and bring me one when they start the BBQ.
Jakob stands looking through the windshield of the van as the members of BOM start to stir. Giving them the finger Jakob watches as Ezra waves bye to them as he tosses the Zippo lighter on top of the van. Flames erupt covering the van in flames.
Both walk off laughing as security and help pour from the building trying to get to them as the fire rages.
Daniels: SOMETHING HAS TO BE DONE!!! TOTAL MAYHEM HAS MADE IT CLEAR THEY JUST DON’T GIVE A DAMN!!!
Masters: No, and stop yelling, Total Mayhem just made it known that you mess with them they will f**k you up.
The cameras show the van smoking heavily as sirens can be heard in the distance. Overdrive TV, Dallas 12/07/09
EOI unfolds his chair and sits it in the middle of the ring, Distress picks up Cyrus once more drags him to the chair, placing Cyrus' neck over the face down, over the backrest of the chair. Cyrus starts to flail wildly as Distress holds his head and drops to his back, looking up into the terrified face of Cyrus, EOI grabs the wildly kicking legs of Cyrus and holds them in place. Finally Despayre approaches and look down onto the back and neck of Cyrus. He lifts high the chair he still holds and looks once more into the eyes of Total Mayhem.
Daniels: Don't do it, it'll kill him
Despayre gets as much height on the chair as he can as the crowd hold their breath
.
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And brings it SMASHING down onto the back of Cyrus' neck with as much force as humanly possible, crushing his throat into the backrest of the chair. The crowd let up a groan at the devestating shot as Distress lets go and gets to his feet, EOI follows suit. Despayre puts his foot on Cyrus' side and pushes him off the chair. Cyrus falls limply to the mat, blood pouring from his mouth. Brothers of Misery look once more to Total Mayhem, they are no longer struggling, only staring, hard eyed, at the body of Cyrus. ''Zerstoren'' Starts to play once more as the three men leave the ring, just as paramedics slide in the other side. They waste no time strapping Cyrus to a board and sliding him out of the ring, putting the stretcher on the trolley and running to the back, overtaking the slowly progressing EOI, Ditress and Despayre on the ramp. The meet with Morrigan at the top of the ramp and stare down into the ring. Both Mayhem brothers still tied, still staring at the spot where Cyrus was, and where only a pool of blood remains.
Daniels: I... i can;t describe what we just witnessed, it was one of the sickest contrived scenes i think i've ever witnessed here
Masters: I have to admit, it was actually very disturbing to watch Overdrive TV, Wichita 12/21/09
Waters: That’s it, it’s over, Total Mayhem have fallen to the combined force of EOI Distress and Despayre
Daniels: They put up a hell of a fight though considering the odds
Masters: It was a great victory, I think Jakobs jaw might be broken from that last kick, and Ezra is out of it
Daniels: Oh come on, save it for next week
Masters: Shut up, let them work…
To overwhelming boos from the fans Distress picks Ezra back up as EOI and Despayre do the same with Jakob. EOI seperates himself and runs over to Ezra… Slamming his glass shard strewn fist into Mayhem brothers face, he tghen turns and runs towards Jakob, repeating the same maneavre
Daniels: The boos continue as the blood starts flowing from Total Mayhems heads
Masters: To be honest I’m surprised this match lasted so long without it
EOI then goes to the outside and reaches under the ring, he comes back with…
Masters: It’s the chain and padlock from the last overdrive…. I think we’re about to see a repeat performance, this is great.
EOI rolls back into the ring and approaches Ezra…
Masters: Wait…. Who turned off the lights?
Daniels: This arena has just been plunged into darkness, maybe it’s a technical fault
Waters: Daniels, in your whole two years here… has it EVER been a technical fault?
Daniels: True point, and I don’t think the crowd think it is either, they are working themselves up… I think we might be about to find out who that third man is who’s been helping out Total Mayhem these past weeks…
A lot of noise is heard from the ring and lighters and camera flashes flicker in the arena, not enough to give any indication what is going on though
Daniels: You sure it's not a technical fau….
BOOM!
Lightning strikes the four corners of the turnbuckles, the fans roar with approval as the lights come back up to find EOI Distress and Despayre all chained up on the same side of the ropes with their own chain. The cheers are also for Total Mayhem, Jakob and Ezra, back on their feet, staring on at the now helpless BoM. Mostly the cheers are for the finally revealed third man, standing between Jakob and Ezra, glaring at the chained men
Masters: no….NO, no way in hell!
Daniels: It looks like it, I can’t believe it that’s… that’s…
Waters: MORTIUS! MORTIUS IS THE THIRD MAN!
Mortius looks to either side of him, his eyes and face contorted into a look of pure evil, all three men raise their fists…
Daniels: BARBED WIRE, they’ve wrapped their hands in barbed wire! The Brothers of Misery are in for a world of hurt!
To extended cheers Total Mayhem and Mortius run towards the helpless BoM and start raining in punches on their heads, after a few seconds the blood starts to pour from their bodies to the mat, but still the onslaught doesn’t stop.
Daniels: This is a massacre, and I still can’t believe that Mortius is involved in this, and on Total Mayhems SIDE
Waters: Mortius has been bitter enemies with those two right since the beginning of this year, unbelievable.
Finally after what seems like an age the three men break off the assault, leaving the bloody and semi conscious bodies of EOI Distress and Dispayre hanging from the ropes. Jakob, Ezra and Mortius, looking on with grim satisfaction, finally leave the ring and head up towards the ramp. At the top Mortius turns, and, as seen before, his voice amplifies through the speakers without the aid of a microphone
Mortius: DISTRESS!.... DESPAYRE!... EOI!.... We shall meet at the Pay Per View, aptly titled There Will Be Blood, for believe me… There will. When we meet we will meet on MY terms, and they are this… Total Mayhem and Myself versus the Brothers of Misery… in a… BARBED WIRE MATCH!
Daniels: Wow, what a statement by Mortius, and I don’t even know if the Brothers of Misery were copis mentis enough to even hear that. Obe thing’s for sure though, Come There Will be Blood, this feud is going to come to a possibly tragic end
Waters: Men coming down now to unlock BoM, and up next tonight we have I.C champion Maynard O’Toole along with Buck Evans taking on the up and comers Ryan Shane and Andrew Clash… that’s after this. DANIELS: "Unbelievable footage for sure, but the ring crew were told to stop what they were doing and now we have BoM and EOI in the ring! What is this all about?" WATERS: "I'm not quite sure, but I haven't seen Mortius or Total Mayhem all day. Coincidence? I think not." MASTERS: "Well, Despayre, Distress, EOI, and Morrigan are in the ring and EOI has just been handed a mic. Let's see what's bloody going on." EOI waits as the crowd dies down a little EOI: "Well, well, well... I hate to disappoint you pathetic mortals, but it looks like Mortius and Total Mayhem didn't feel like playing with us tonight. After all this build up, all this blood, all this animosity... the cowards can't get the guts enough to actually go through with this match. Perhaps they knew we would murder them. Perhaps they saw in our eyes that WE MEAN BUSINESS. Regardless of the reasons, the facts remain the same. WE DEMAND to be announced the winners! Towers, princess... do the honors!" Jessica, sitting at ringside, looks over at the producer who just shrugs and reluctantly shakes his head yes to do so. TOWERS, hesitated: "Ladies and gentlemen... your winners of the... barbed wire six man match... by ways of... a count out, I guess? The winners are... EOI, Despayre, and Distress!" All three men smile sinisterly DANIELS: "This is not like Mortius and Total Mayhem to no show a match of this magnitude!" WATERS: "Or such a promising event for bloodshed, Jarred. Something tells me we don't know the full story here." MASTERS: "Sure we do, they are cowards and chickened out. You're looking at the better team in the ring right now, as we've always known." EOI: "That's right! Referee!" EOI directs his attention to Darrin Powers, who is in the ring in a corner EOI: "Referee, get over here and raise our hands in victory! NOW!" Darrin shrugs, and intimidatedly so, walks up to the three men and goes to raise EOI's arm first. Out of nowhere, the house lights darken and various flashes of green and blue lights flash and strobe as ‘Hysteria’ by Muse blares loudly throughout the arena. Confusion runs rampant and the crowd cheers loudly, mostly out of anticipation. These cheers grow even louder as three figures emerge on the stage, and louder yet as realization dawns on those in attendance. Idolized have returned. Daniels: “I don’t believe it! They’re back! Idolized, who have been out of action since being assaulted prior to a title-defense back in September of last year!” Masters: “And they were put on the shelf by none other than Total Mayhem! Coincidence, Daniels? I think not!” The trio stands at the top of the ramp, both Kyle and Evan each holding a microphone. Evan Tyler and Kyle Riley are both dressed in jeans and button-down shirts. Their valet has changed her look a bit, however. Where once she appeared solely in lavish dresses, she now appears very casual in a pair of khaki pants and a short-sleeve blouse. Her hair has also been dyed from dark brunette to a light blonde. In the ring, the Brothers glare back up the ramp, infuriated by this intrusion. EOI: “Just what the HELL do you think you’re doing here!? This is OUR time, not your-“ With a smug grin, Evan snaps his fingers, apparently signal to someone in production as EOI’s microphone goes completely dead. Once he realizes this, he stares at the equipment in rage a moment before flinging it violently to the mat. Evan: “That’s quite enough from you, pal. We’ve taken it upon ourselves to give the people here a break from your drivel and show them something worth the price of admission. The return of the greatest tag-team this company has ever seen!” A loud chorus of cheers rises up from the audience at this remark. Kyle: “Bum deal about your match, but you see…Total Mayhem, and Mortius for that matter, well…they left us with some unfinished business. You see, it wasn’t that long ago that Mortius got his walking papers courtesy of us. Seems the vacation we sent him on did wonders for his mental health, but we decided he needed another little break to keep him in check. And Total Mayhem? Well, it’s because of them we’re not still holding gold here to begin with. They don’t seem to grasp the concept of ‘wrestling’ a match. That’s why we’re here. We’re not here for barbed-wire snuff-films! We’re here to compete in matches!” Evan: “Look here, boys. We know you’re so caught up in your Live-Action Role-playing to understand that you’re NOT the grave digging, devil-worshipping freaks you claim to be, and you feel the need to prove to everyone that you’re the ‘real deal’ by entering into matches that make the worst Van Damme film seem like quality entertainment, but personally, we’ve had enough of it. Since we’ve been out, Total Mayhem, and yourselves, whom I like to refer to as ‘Diet Total Mayhem,’ have made a mockery of the tag-team division…a division WE worked our asses off to elevate to greatness. And since we’ve been gone, what has happened? It’s fallen to shambles!” There is a pause for effect, as this remark generates a mostly-positive, yet slightly mixed response from the crowd. Kyle: “You’ve got two teams trying to film their own Saw film here, then you’ve got the tag-team champions who are FACING EACH OTHER for the belts to give to their ‘OTHER’ team. If you’re in more than one tag-team, then you’re not a real team! Add to that the fact that the belts are hardly even more than an afterthought once more, and it shows you just what a pitiful state of affairs the tag-division is in. Well, we’re here to rectify that problem.” Evan: “Monday, January 25th in Albany, New York…Overdrive…we’ll be starting a tag-team title #1 contender tournament…and we’ll be starting it off against…you.” The looks on the faces of those in the ring turn from indignity to an almost feral hunger at the mention of this match and a chance for retribution. Kyle: “The tournament will span the next few shows and will culminate in a title match against whichever team holds the gold at Road to Glory. We’re back, and we’re here to bring the tag-division back to its former prestige. This really is a ‘road to glory’ and I’ll be damned if we’re going to stall out right off the bat against some LARPing jokers and their poser ‘witch’ with a horrible boob-job. You bring your best to Albany, and we’ll show you how it’s really done. See you geeks on the flip-side.” With that, they raise their arms and ‘Hysteria’ blares out again. Idolized leave through the curtain as the BoM glare after them, seething with anger. EOI flings Darrin Powers forcefully to the mat before they exit the ring. Daniels: “Strong words from the former tag-team champions, and it seems we’re in for a big of a tag-team revival on the next Overdrive!” Waters: "And why not follow that announcement with a Global tag team championship match? Right on." ***
-=- CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH -=- ***
'Alright, I've gotta go meet Eddie. Our match is next. Wish me luck.'
'Good luck Mike!'
Mike Monroe walks out of his locker room and walks down the corridor. He passes where the camera is set up, a look of focus on his face. Mike disappears from view...
Suddenly, the lights dim as a shadowy figure walks out of a door Mike just walked past...
'I'll be seeing you soon...but first...'
The person walks towards Mike's locker room...they slide something under the door and knock, before running away. Tatum Regan answers the door and reads the letter. A look of shock and fear can be seen on her face... Jarred: “Now as we get ready for the next event in this 2 year anniversary of Combat Zone Wrestling, we have a match that has almost that much history between two of the participants. Mike Monroe, who once called himself The All American Nightmare, and Krimson Blaze, fought a match that is still talked about today back on March 28, 2008 at CZW’s Road to Glory in Hamburg, Germany. This match spilled out into the concourse and included fan T-shirts, florescent light tubes, a condiments table, and the now infamous popcorn cart piledriver! Even more recently, as part of Team XTC, Monroe and Blaze teamed together on September 6, 2009 to take the CZW Global Tag Team Championships. Since then Mike Monroe has left Team XTC, formed his team with Eddie Rowan, and formed his own stable of superstars!” Masters: “And now tonight, the Global Tag Team situation will be decided! Technically Blaze and Monroe are still the tag champs but whichever team gets the win tonight becomes the official champs.” Jarred: “And, amazingly, at 205 lbs, Rowan is the largest man in the ring tonight! This one is going to be fast paced and, with guys like these, it can end at any second.” Masters: “And it looks like Jessica is in the ring now.” Jessica Towers: “Our next contest is for the CZW Global Tag Team Championship! Coming first to the ring, at a combined weight of 406 lbs, the team of The Misfit Mike Monroe and Rated ‘E’ for Everyone Eddie Rowan, they call themselves...MONROWAN!” The song ‘We Don’t Die’ by Twizted begins to play as Rowan and Monroe enter the arena floor, Monroe carrying one of the Global Tag Team Champship belts over his shoulder. They are loose and ready as they walk confidently to the ring, though we can see evidence of the attack from earlier. Jarred: “What is this? They are using the music Monroe and Krimson Blaze used as Tru Family Crew? Is he trying to antagonize his former partners?” Masters: “Maybe they arranged for this. I mean, El Fuego used their own song before. I’m more interested in knowing just how well Monroe will perform tonight after what Kirkland did to him! I understand Monroe is tough and brave, but wrestling while injured can just be stupid.” Then, the song “Los Angeles is Burning” by Bad Religion begins to play. Jessica: “And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 370 lbs and representing Team XTC: The Five-Star Experience El Pablo and The Aerial Specialist Krimson Blaze, EL FUEGO!” Now Krimson and Pablo emerge from the wrestler’s entrance. Blaze has his half of the Global Tag Team Championship around his waist. As they reach the ring to the cheers of the fans, in the ring Mike Monroe is rubbing his head with Rowan seemingly concerned. Monroe wants to start the match but Eddie insists. Jarred: “Looks like Rowan and Pablo are going to start.” *BELL RINGS* Masters: “And we’re off! This should be good.” Eddie Rowan and El Pablo circle each other several times, then go in for a collar and elbow tie up. Eddie steps in and applies a hammerlock, which Pablo reverses in less than a second. Rowan looks for an opening, grabs Pablo’s head and drops to a knee, snap maring the masked man over him and onto the mat. Rowan tries to lock in a rear chinlock but the quick and wiry Pablo rolls over and rises before Eddie can fully apply the move and responds by arm dragging his opponent down. Eddie almost bounces back to his feet and charges right into Pablo’s European arm drag! Eddie is back on his feet and hits a knee lift into Pablo’s midriff, then drops and applies a Total Package! The ref hits the mat... ONE... Kickout! Jarred: “Its way too early for a pin! No one is even weakened yet.” Masters: “Rowan knows that. He’s just having a little fun! See, even Pablo is giving him a bit of applause.” The two men meet in the center of the ring again but this time, Rowan hits with a European uppercut instead of going for a collar and elbow. Pablo is staggered as Rowan hits with a second uppercut, then whips Pablo into the ropes and hits a drop toe hold! Without a pause Eddie is up on his feet and then hits a falling elbow drop to the back of EP’s head! Eddie again bounces up and tries a high leg drop, but Pablo rolls out of the way and right into his own corner to tag his partner. The audience cheers as Krimson Blaze enters the match! Jarred: “Rowan is in for a quick short clothesline but Blaze ducks...and hits with a jumping boot to Eddie’s head. Blaze is on fire, hitting with three fast kicks to Eddie’s middle, then another reverse round kick to Rowan’s face that drops him!” Masters: “Rowan is fast but Blaze is a bit faster, firing off those kicks before Ed can prepare for them.” Blaze stands his opponent up and hits Eddie with two forearms to the face, then whips him into the corner. Blaze backs into the opposing corner then rushes across the ring just to eat turnbuckle as Eddie dodges. The Aerial Specialist is trying to shake it off but Eddie grabs him. Masters: “Ha! Eddie has a hand around Blaze’s throat! I might like Monrowan if they are going to use these kind of tactics! Maybe McNally is having an influence.” Jarred: “Wait...I don’t believe this! Eddie Monroe just choke slammed Krimson Blaze! And...AND HE’S HULKING OUT! He’s posing in the ring like a muscle man! Masters: “Well, why not! How many guys can someone the size of ‘Rate E’ reasonably do a move like that. He’s in the ring with a real midget. You can’t fault a guy for living a dream!” Jarred: “And Blaze is getting up. Obviously the slam didn’t do much real damage but Eddie is still flexing and Blaze is now laughing as well! This is unbelievable..” Masters: “But Rowan turns right into Blaze’s enzugiri kick! Rowan is down...and he’s not getting up quite as fast! He is starting to rise but Blaze is tagging out...Double dropkick by El Fuego and Rowan hits the mat hard! Monroe is reaching for a tag...but Eddie isn’t going for it? What is going on? Is he an idiot?” Jarred: “No, I think he wants to take the brunt of the damage here due to the attack earlier tonight!” Masters: “But this match is for the tag team titles! If Mike Monroe thinks he can wrestle, Eddie Rowan should trust his partner!” Pablo is on Eddie without hesitation, yanking Rowan to his feet and whipping him into a neutral corner. EP hops up onto the 2nd rope...Monkey Flip out, Eddie skidding across the ring! He gets to one knee only to meet The 5 Star Superstar’s diving clothesline! Jarred: “Ok, now Rowan is starting to feel it even as El Pablo pulls Rowan to his feet and whips him again into the corner. Pablo getting a head start and...WHAT WAS THAT? Pablo did a handstand right in front of Eddie, put his legs onto Rowan’s shoulders, used his forward momentum to flip himself up onto Ed’s shoulders, then performed a hurricanrana out of the corner! I don’t see how Eddie could have predicted that!” Masters: “And Pablo tagging Blaze back in! You can’t fault El Fuego for their ring cohesiveness. They are standing Rowan up...double Side Russian Leg Sweep! And Blaze with the cover!” ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Jarred: “The ref didn’t get close to three, Rowan was already moving as he counted two. And Blaze is up on the top rope...RED STAR PRESS! MISSED! Eddie rolls out of the way right into his corner and tags! Mike Monroe is in for the first time during this match. Blaze is getting up and sees Mike in the ring. And Krimson Blaze is reacting a little unfavorably right now.” Masters: “Well, these guys were rivals long before they were allies, and possibly for a longer time, I’m not sure. Either way, each of these men walked in with half of the Global Tag Team Championship and it was Monroe’s decision that this match is even happening. You can’t expect anyone to like the chain of events. Blaze steps up to Monroe and they are face to face, the difference in height never being more apparent. Monroe seems a bit aloof, Krimson is irritated. They begin to talk to each other, with Monroe putting his arms out to his sides as if to say, “What else could I do?” Blaze is pointing to Monroe’s head saying something about taking one too many hits and motioning to where the tag team title belts are sitting at ringside. We clearly see Monroe’s lips as he says, “I’ll still have the belt when I walk out tonight!” Jarred: “And they are swinging! Rapid fire right hands as they trade punch after punch! Over and over again, five, ten, fifteen, TWENTY punches before Monroe’s greater size and weight give him an edge and he backs Blaze into the corner and hits with three hard knife-edge chops! Monroe with a hip toss out of the corner and then a short dropkick to the back of Blaze’s head while Krimson was sitting on the mat! Monroe helps Krimson to his feet and locks in a move...” Masters: “Tiger Suplex! He bridges...” ONE... TWO... KICKOUT with Authority! But The Misfit waits not one moment, lifting Blaze to his feet, giving him a classic bodyslam...and then beginning a Garvin Stomp! First the right shoulder, then the gut, the right thigh, the right calf, then up the other leg until he stomps the head of the Aerial Specialist! El Pablo is shouting encouragement to his partner while a recovering Eddie Rowan is clapping for his own tag team mate. Blaze is beginning to stand as Monroe steps out onto the ring apron...he catapults from the apron, over the top rope, and clotheslines Blaze back down to the mat! He hurriedly rushes back onto the apron and this time hops up onto the top rope and launches himself with a leg drop... Masters: “He missed! Blaze rolls into a neutral corner and is using the ropes to help him stand up. Mike rubs the back of his leg for a moment then goes for an avalanche, but Blaze steps toward him, grabs him around the waist, picks him up, and drops Mike face first onto the turnbuckle! Mike is shaken and Blaze is still feeling the previous attacks...but Blaze dropkicks Mike clean in the face!” Jarred: “Monroe is too close to the ropes and tumbles out through them to ringside!” Blaze sits in the corner recuperating and watches as Mike slowly gets to his feet. Blaze sprints toward his former partner...Baseball slide kick to Monroe’s chest that sends the Misfit careening into the ringside barrier! Blaze is up on his feet and as Mike stands...Blaze Catapults himself over the top rope and onto his target, both men hitting floor with a sickening ‘thud’! Both men are slow to their feet, many seconds ticking by... Jarred: “Eddie Rowan! He just came around the corner of the ring from behind Blaze and hit with a perfect bulldog! He can’t do that.” Masters: “He just did, and with CZW standard match rules, its perfectly legal. Right now it would still have to be Monroe or Blaze pinning the other for the win, but they all can legally be involved. Rowan is pushing the wounded Blaze into the ring and begins to help his partner Mike to his feet...now what’s El Pablo doing?” Jarred: “He’s on the top rope near Monrowan...Suicide dive right onto the other team! Now all three of them are down...but Pablo is up first and helps Mike back into the ring!” Masters: “Blaze is going to the top...360 Splash and a dead on hit! He covers... ONE... TWO... NO! Rowan makes the save with a kick to the back of Blaze’s head. He’s trying to bolster his partner...but Pablo is there, whipping Rowan into the ropes...Spinebuster! And Pablo is going for a pin on Rowan! Jarred: “The ref is having none of that, informing The 5 Star Superstar that he isn’t the legal man. Pablo is nodding and stepping out onto the apron...SLINGSHOT SPLASH onto Mike Monroe. And Pablo goes for another pin on Mike! The ref is telling him that Blaze and Mike are the legal men! Pablo is getting it now. I think he’s been in too many tornado style matches and thought those were standard CZW rules.” Masters: “Or he might have been hoping the ref wasn’t paying close enough attention. There’s more than one way to win a match.” Jarred: “Too true, William. Rowan is back up and grabs the masked man and launches him out of the ring. Rowan follows...and now Eddie Rowan and El Pablo are brawling at ringside while Mike Monroe and Blaze are collecting themselves. Blaze has his faculties first and locks Monroe in for a DDT it looks like...” Masters: “The Misfit reverses, lifting Blaze and flipping him backward into a modified suplex! Blaze’s shoulders are down and Mike bridges his legs...” ONE... NO! Krimson wriggles free of the pin attempt. Masters: “That was a clever reversal for Mike! If Blaze were a little more dazed, it might have won the match for Monrowan!” Jarred: “Meanwhile, Pablo and Eddie and pounding on each other on the outside! Not many actual punches, either. They are trading forearms, elbows, knee lifts, and knife edge chops, really punishing each other! Pablo goes to whip Eddie into the ring post but Rowan reverses and EP’s shoulder slams into the steel! Rowan charges in for a clothesline but Pablo dodges and ‘Rated E’ rams HIS shoulder into the post!” Masters: “Inside the ring, Monroe is picking up Blaze, positions him for a running powerslam! He takes a step, but Krimson is escaping backwards landing on his feet while locking Mike’s face under his arm...reverse DDT! El Pablo and Eddie rush back to their corners, Rowan shouts, “Take him out, Mike!” Jarred: “But it’s Blaze who is in control standing his opponent up then shooting to the top rope! He jumps but Mike is stepping sideways, out of the way! Blaze realizes and lands on his feet, aborting whatever move he had planned. Mike with a big boot to Blaze’s gut...and into a Dragon Sleeper! Mike has it locked on! Blaze is flailing but with Mike’s height and weight advantage, can Blaze break free?” Blaze is caught in the move for over thirty seconds as he slowly weakens, but then we see him shift his feet...and three sudden, solid kicks right to Mike Monroe’s forehead! Mike breaks the hold...and he is holding his head and seems to be dizzy, disoriented. Blaze is on the mat trying to wake up while Mike stumbles into a neutral corner, sagging against the ropes and holding his head. Masters: “See, there it is! That move by Kirkland earlier is nothing to sneeze at. Monroe is brave enough but shouldn’t be doing this here tonight.” Jarred: “And Monroe makes the tag, his partner coming in even as Blaze is on his feet and El Pablo is on his way in! Rowan with a right to Blaze, another right hand to Pablo. A kick to Blaze’s gut followed by a kick to Pablo’s! He drops Blaze with a running elbow, then grabs Pablo...and throws him out over the top rope! And now he’s locking in the ED-VICE submission onto Krimson Blaze!” Masters: “Look at the pain etched on The Aerial Specialist’s face! He and Monroe were really tearing into each other but Rowan was resting the entire time! Now Eddie is looking to end this! But Pablo is climbing to the top. What can he do? Blaze’s body is covering most of Eddie’s!” Jarred: “A Bret Hart style front Elbow Drop from the top rope and right onto Eddie’s forehead, about the only target El Pablo had to work with! The hold is definitely broken...and now Pablo is throwing Eddie out over the top and following him to ringside! Pablo slams Eddie’s head down onto our announcers table! This is getting too close...William? William, where are you?” Masters: “I’m about thirty feet to your left, Jarred! Saw that coming a mile away! That’s why I’m a wrestling expert and you are just a commentator! You learn to recognize the signs.” Jarred: “I think I’ll join you.” In the ring, Krimson Blaze is finally getting a chance to recuperate and Monroe is on the apron getting his bearings. At ringside Pablo and Rowan are trading blows but Rowan is getting the better of him...he and Pablo slowly climb on top of the announcers table... Jarred: “Masters, why don’t they position the announce table a little farther away so this doesn’t always happen?” Masters: “Probably the same reason they haven’t fired you yet, Daniels. Lack of common sense! But what are those freaks doing?” Jarred: “It looks like Rowan is setting Pablo up for a powerbomb! What is with him and the power moves today?” Masters: “Oh, let him play. He doesn’t get a chance like this often.” In the ring, Krimson Blaze sees his El Fuego partner’s predicament and hits the ropes...flying out over the top and clotheslining Rowan, who collapses onto the announce table! Jarred: “I can’t believe the table is still standing...and now BLAZE is climbing up as Pablo stands Rowan up! It looks like they will try a double DDT or something...” Masters: “But Mike Monroe just climbed to the top ropes closest to the table...High Cross Body Block off the top rope and into Pablo and Krimson Blaze! The table breaks apart and both Monroe and Pablo have landed into the first and second row of the audience! I can’t believe this, and I’ve seen it all! These guys are out to kill themselves for this title!” And they are starting to stir...fans are pouring water or soda or something into the faces of Pablo and Monroe, helping to rouse them a bit! Eddie got the least of that move so he’s up first and begin’s laying a stomp down on Blaze...but Pablo is walking on the rail...Clothesline from behind to Rowan! Pablo begins to stomp on Eddie! Superkick from Monroe drops him! Now Mike is using a cup of water to help rouse Eddie and they are getting back into the ring! Jarred: “They mean to end this soon, Masters! Together they are bring Pablo back into the ring.” Masters: “Rowan has Pablo in the corner and now both members of Monrowan are pounding on him. They have El Pablo on the top rope...Double superplex! The ref won’t count! Krimson Blaze is still the legal man! BAH GAWD!!!” We hear Rowan state loudly that they should give Pablo one more so that he can’t break up the pin. Monroe is setting Pablo up for what appears to be a Piledriver while Eddie is going to the top. Masters: “I think they are going for a Spiked Piledriver here...but Krimson is shaking the top rope, making Eddie fall to ringside. El Pablo isn’t in position yet, and Blaze shouts Mike’s name as he hops to the top rope himself. Monroe looks and Blaze is already airborne...” Jarred: “Top Rope Bullet Dropkick INTO Rowan’s face! drops like a sack of potatoes! Blaze is going for the count...” ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! I can’t believe The Misfit kicked out of something like that! Krimson is rising but Monroe hits with another Superkick, then follows with a Rolling Thunder leg drop onto Blaze! Keeping his presence of mind, Monroe pulls the groggy Rowan into the ring and on top of Blaze! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Masters: “Wow. This is just getting more incredible! What will it take to keep one of these men’s shoulders on the mat?” El Pablo is suddenly there, grabbing Mike from behind...German Suplex! Pablo releases the hold then grabs his own partner and helps him over to the corner...then steps out onto the ring apron for a legal tag! Pablo is climbing to the top rope even as Mike Monroe steps onto the apron and Rowan stumbles over to tag him! Eddie turns to set up a double-team...Moonsault onto the standing Eddie! Pablo makes the pin... Jarred: “Pablo didn’t see the tag!” Masters: “The ref’s trying to tell him...Pablo hops to his feet...and turns right into Monroe’s Roaring elbow! And Monroe has Pablo, is lifting him up...BARRY WHITE DRIVER! Holy Crap! This could be it! Goes for the pin! ” ONE... TWO... Masters: “NO! EL PABLO KICKS OUT! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS!!!” Jarred: “Monroe isn’t resting though! He rolls Pablo onto his stomach, looks like he’s applying some kind of clutch...but flipping over and bridging the legs! HORN OF ARIES! HORN OF ARIES! How long can Pablo last in this devastating move?” Masters: “But Krimson is on the apron moving to where Monroe is positioned...Springboard Legdrop onto the bridged Monroe! Pablo is free! And covers Mike!” ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Pablo stands up in pure disbelief...then rushes for the top rope! Blaze hits the prone Monroe with a quick elbow drop, then Pablo launches. Jarred: “PABLO SPLASH! PABLO SPLASH! PABLO SPLASH! THIS INCREDIBLE CONTEST IS OVER AND WE HAVE NEW CHAMPIONS!” ONE... TWO... KICKOUT!! Jarred and Masters: “WHAT? HOW?” Jarred: “Krimson Blaze kept Eddie Rowan from breaking the count but Mike Monroe still kicked out! From the looks of the three of them, none of them expected that!” Masters: “But El Fuego isn’t letting up! Pablo is already bringing The Misfit to his feet while motioning for Blaze..looks like they are setting up another double team, maybe a suplex or a DDT...” Jarred: “But Mike knees Blaze in the gut...and rolls El Pablo forward in a Total Package! Rowan has grabbed Krimson...” ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Jarred: “Pablo is kicking out but a fraction of a second too late! The Misfit has pinned The Five Star Superstar! MONROWAN are the new Global Tag Team Champions!” Masters: “We can’t hear what we’re thinking with the crowd’s applause right now! The ref is giving Mike Monroe and Eddie Rowan the title belts as Pablo and Blaze look on...I think El Fuego are about to start something, they look pissed! There they go! They are charging at Monrowan...TO RAISE THEIR HAND IN VICTORY??? What a bunch of saps! I was hoping for carnage.” Jarred: “Haven’t we had enough of that tonight, William? And I’m sure we’ll see more later. Right now though, El Fuego is celebrating with the new champs as the four wrestlers, who gave us an incredibly athletic and clean match tonight, head back to the backstage area..”
But wait! The lights in the arena go out!
Daniels: The hell?
Waters: Daniels...is that your hand?
Daniels: What?
Masters: Uh...jeez Daniels...I knew there was something fruity about you!
Waters: Guys...shut up. Look!
A spotlight flickers on, illuminating Mike Monroe only.
Waters: What...is that?
Daniels: What?
Flittering down through the light, is what looks like paper. Mike catches it. It's an envelope. He reads it. He freezes, even as the lights come back to life. Eventually, he nods and makes his way to the back. ***
-=- NON-TITLE MATCH -=- ***
Backstage, we see MonRowan, the OFFICIAL, new CZW Global Tag Team Champions, making their way backstage. They are thoroughly exhausted from the hellacious battle with El Fuego, and Mike seems VERY distracted by that piece of paper... suddenly, we see Eddie hit the ground, and Monroe the same… from behind attacks the newly named Youth Crew of Ryan Shane and Knox Harper. Harper carries in tow a small taser. He takes it to the ribs of Monroe, sending an unkown amount of voltage into the body of the Misfit. Shane has his way with Eddie, removing a fork from his kneepad…he digs the fork into the forehead of Rowan, as both member of MonRowan scream in agony…
Harper and Shane stand above their fallen prey, as they then eye the championships on the ground.
Knox Harper: MonRowan...Hi. Hi, I’m Knox Harper. This is Ryan Shane. We’re The Youth Crew, and we just raped you of your pride.
Ryan Shane: And next…we’re gonna take your titles, and make sure they belong with a team worthy of them. Let’s go Knox...
Shane begins to walk away, as Knox zaps Eddie once with the stun gun. Harper begins snapping, while walking backwards, accidently zapping himself in the process.
Ryan Shane: What…are you doing?
Knox Harper: I wanted a cool exit…
Ryan Shane: I worry about you sometimes…
We now cut back to the ring….. ============================================= “Burn In My Light” by Mercy Drive began to play, and ‘The Career Killer’ Andrew Clash. makes his way to the ring, to the sound of the crowds barrage of jeering. Jacobs: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a number one contenders match. If Andrew Clash can pick up a victory he will be named NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the CZW Intercontinental championship! In the ring.. from Huntington Beach, California..weighing 250 pounds… “THE CAREER KILLER”, ANDREWWWWWWWWWW CLAAAAAAAASH! Daniels: Masters, Waters… Andrew Clash, a relative newcomer here in the CZW, taking on the Intercontinental Champion, Maynard O’Toole.. If Clash wins, he becomes the number one contender for the Maynard’s IC Title, how do you rate his chances in this match? Waters: To be honest with you, I think a Clash could take it. He has the talent, no doubt…but Maynard O’Toole LIVES for pay-per-views… Masters: Look…plain and simple...listen to these fans. Do you hear them? THE CHAMP HASN’T EVEN COME OUT YET...and listen to the pop he’s getting! O’Toole has the fans behind him. Clash is done. The lights in the arena dim to blood red and Slayers “Bloodlines” begins to play.... as the drum beat kicks in the man himself, the CZW IC Champion, Maynard O'Toole steps from the back looking fired up, the sledgehammer returning to his hands, from last week’s absence. O’Toole looks out towards the ring as he makes his way down the ramp…and to the ring… Jacobs: And his opponent! From Fayetteville, North Carolina…weighing 255 pounds. He is the CZW Intercontinental Champion… “THE O…G…T..” MAAAAAAAYNAAAAAAARD OOOO’TOOOOLE! Maynard rolls into the ring, as the fans from the soldout Blue Cross Arena throw multiple colored streamers into the ring, as O’Toole removes the belt from around his waist, and holds it up towards the hard camera. The crowd begins an “A May May” chant, as the ring crew removes the streamers…and O’Toole goes towards a corner, handing off his championship. The bell signals, as the two men now square off. Clash locks up with O’Toole, attempting a headlock. O’Toole counters by pushing Clash against the ropes then knocking him down with a clothesline. Water: Holy assless chaps!, that clothesline almost took Clash’s head off! O’Toole tried to keep Clash grounded, but the self- proclaimed “Career Killer”, quickly gets to his feet and fights off his opponent with a strong offence. Despite having the upper hand with rights and lefts, Clash struggles to wear O’Toole down… Clash looks to hit that cutter he calls The Clash…but O’Toole counters with a reverse DDT in mid-air! Maynard now rolls out of the ring, and looks under the apron…pulling a steel chair out from underneath the ring. Daniels: Look at that! There’s no need for that, Maynard! Waters: If Maynard isn’t careful, he’s going to GIVE Clash that title shot… Masters: I just want to see someone bleed…COME ON! Maynard brings the chair into the ring…and is instantly stopped by the referee. The ref snatches the chair from O’Toole, and gives it to the timekeeper at ringside… O’Toole craftily goes over to the corner he started the match in, and grabs his trust sledgehammer. Clash is to his feet slowly…and gets absolutely CRACKED in the face with it! Clash, crashes to the mat! Masters: THERE WE GO! BLEED, BABY, BLEED! Daniels: How do you sleep at night? Masters: Like a baby..like a baby… Waters: Clash is bleeding from the nose pretty badly… Oh my God…his nose is practically on the other side of his face! O’Toole stands over the fallen body of Andrew Clash…he lifts him slowly by the waist, dragging him to his feet…and locks his arms around the mid-section…and dropping Clash headfirst on the mat, overhead! Waters: SAITO SUPLEX! THAT KILLED HIM! Daniels: And Andrew Clash’s career, might be the one that’s killed her folks...he’s out of it… Maynard takes the fallen Clash’s legs and locks them, then bridges and arm over his own back…locking in a Cross-Legged STF… The way O’Toole’s hands are positioned..it’s ripping at the most likely broken nose of Andrew Clash…raking at it… Daniels: THE UNDERTOW! MAYNARD LOCKS IN THE UNDERTOW! LSITEN TO CLASH SCREAM! Waters: LOOK AT CLASH’S NOSE! OH GOOD GOD! TAP OUT, FOOL! Masters: Sweet music to my ears… Andrew Clash has NO CHOICE, but to tap out to The Undertow, as the bell rings… Jacobs: YOUR WINNER… THE CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION… “THE O…G…T..” MAYNARD O’TOOLE! O’Toole hasn’t let go of the hold, as the referee pulls him off… O’Toole goes for that chair from earlier in the match now…grabbing a hold of it….and placing Clash’s face within it. Daniels: What is Maynard, doing? This is unneeded… Masters: Ssssh…. Maynard now reaches and grabs his sledgehammer…as he lifts it high above his head…and SLAMS it onto the back of Clash’s head, into the steel folding chair! Waters: TALK ABOUT A CAREER KILLER! Daniels: Well, Maynard O’Toole made a damn point here tonight… “Bloodlines” plays again..as Maynard drapes the IC Title over his shoulder and makes his way out of the ring…and through the crowd. They begin to chant “OGT! OGT!” as we fade out….. ***
-=- HIGH DEFINITION TAKES ON THE BOSS! -=- *** DANIELS: Folks we are just one match away from arguably THE most highly-anticipated Main Event in CZW history! MASTERS: That's right, but first of all, we have the honour and the priveledge of seeing our beloved president, "The Sensation" Jesse Montana, in ring competition! WATERS: Yeah, and if we're really lucky, we'll see "High Definition" Cage Stryker kick his ass all over Rochester, New York! MASTERS: How dare you! DANIELS: I have to say I agree with our new co-commentator, any opportunity to see Jesse Montana get an ass-whooping is one to be cherished! MASTERS: I.. I.. I will have you both thrown out of this company! I bloody mean it!!! WATERS: Calm down, William. The lights go down, and after a brief pause, "The Pretender" by Foo Fighters hits the sound system, sending the packed-out crowd into an ecstatic frenzy. Spotlights flicker as Cage Stryker steps out onto the CombatTron, Sirena Starr by his side, his arms outstretched in recognition of the adulation being heaped upon him. DANIELS: Well, Cage Stryker has certainly had his issues recently, but there's no question who these Rochester fans are gonna be behind in this match! WATERS: Well, let's be honest here Jarred, I think even Tim Timmons would get a few cheers if he was going up against Jesse Montana! MASTERS: You're all just ignorant! Jesse Montana is a great man, who has taken this company to heights no-one could even dream of! Meanwhile, Cage Stryker oversees the same company plummet almost to extinction! How is it HE has the support of this crowd!? WATERS: Because Jesse Montana is an asshole. DANIELS: Fair point, well made. Cage and Sirena make their way down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans as they go before rolling into the ring. Cage approaches the ropes, and thrusts his hands into the air, drawing a loud pop from the crowd. He repeats this gesture on the two other fan-flanked sides of the ring, before turning to face the CombatTron and preparing for battle. WATERS: A good reception for High Def tonight, but you can bet your bottom dollar we're gonna see a big, BIG switch in response any second now! Right on cue, "For Whom The Bell Tolls" hits the soundsystem, and the cheers instantly transform into hostile jeers, bits of trash being thrown at the stage even before Cage's opponent appears. MASTERS: THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A LEGEND!!! After a few tantalising moments, Jesse Montana appears, revelling in the absolute hatred being directed at him. He strolls down the ramp, that trademark smirk on his face, as Cage glares out at him from inside the ring. Jesse approaches the apron, and instructs the referee to restrain Cage, as he makes his way up the steps and into the ring. MASTERS: That's right, ref! Don't let Cage get up to any of his tricks! WATERS: Oh the irony.. MASTERS: What are you trying to say!? Jesse takes his sweet-ass time about it, but eventually he declares himself ready for competition, bouncing on the spot as the referee has a few last-minute words with each competitor. DANIELS: Alright then, here we go! Montana vs Stryker, LIVE on Pay-Per-View! MASTERS: This is gonna be great! DING DING DING! The referee steps back as the two men step forward, poised for combat, eyeing each other up in the standard initial test of psychological strength. WATERS: Hostilities between these two men have slowly been building since Cage lost his World Heavyweight Championship, now we finally get to see it come to a head! The two circle the ring, their gazes unflinching. Jesse steps forwards, but suddenly.. "Gold Medal" by Trademarc hits the soundsystem. DANIELS: WAIT A SECOND! WATERS: BAH GAWD! MASTERS: NO! DANIELS: IT'S THE JACKAL! KARL JACKSON IS HERE!!! Jesse stands frozen, his eyes wide and his face drained of pretty much all colour. DANIELS: MONTANA LOOKS LIKE HE'S SEEN A GHOST! Jesse turns round, staring up at the CombatTron, as Jackal's video runs through its sequence. However, the stage, at least at first, remains empty, although this does not deter Jesse from psyching himself up for a fight, motioning for the Jackal to come out, although somewhat half-heartedly. MASTERS: Well.. where is he!? This isn't right! DANIELS: The Jackal certainly taking his time.. All eyes in the arena are fixed on the CombatTron, although still The Jackal does not appear. Jesse takes a step back into the ring.. DANIELS: WAIT A SECOND! CAGE WITH A ROLL-UP! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! DING DING DING! MASTERS: NO!!! DANIELS: OH MY GOD!!! WATERS: CAGE WINS IT!!! The referee raises Cage's hand in victory, although the celebrations are abruptly brought to an end by Jesse leaping to his feet and shoving Cage to the floor. WATERS: And Jesse does NOT look happy! MASTERS: Can you blame him!? THIS IS A BLOODY OUTRAGE!!! Jesse puts the boots to Cage, before picking him up and dragging him over to the corner. He rams Hi-Def's head into the turnbuckle, then pulls him out and throws him over the ropes to the outside, Cage hitting the floor with a thud. DANIELS: Jesse looks like he's about to explode! Jesse then turns his attention to the referee, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull with rage. He steps up, the referee trying desperately to calm The Sensation down. It appears to have no effect, as Jesse promptly drops the official to the canvas with a stiff right hook. DANIELS: OH! Jesse just hit the referee! Jesse bends down, screaming at the referee to get back to his feet. WATERS: Come on! Just accept you lost the match and move on! MASTERS: He didn't lose! He was cheated! The referee is gonna get exactly what he deserves! DANIELS: Well no question that Jesse has been humiliated here tonight, but it's his own damn fault! He turned his back and got distracted! Slowly, the referee gets back to his feet. He turns round.. SMACK! DANIELS: OH GOD! Montana Express! Right to the jaw of the referee! The referee crumples unconscious to the mat, as Jesse gazes around the arena, almost in a trance-like state. He stares down at the official, a sick grin slowly spreading across his face.. WATERS: Oh, now what? You've proved your point, Montana! Just let it go! MASTERS: DO IT, JESSE! KILL HIM! Jesse slowly walks round to the feet of the referee, then grabs him and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf, contorting the back of the referee to almost unnatural proportions. DANIELS: DAMMIT, COME ON! HE'S A REFEREE, NOT A WRESTLER!!! Jesse roars out as he wrenches at the spine of the referee, who is still apparently unconscious. Suddenly.. SMASH! WATERS: YES! Cage with a steel chair to the back of Montana! Montana stumbles forward into the ropes, releasing the hold. He straightens himself up and turns round, only to have Cage smash him right between the eyes with the chair, dropping him to the mat. DANIELS: BAH GAWD! What a shot! Cage throws the chair down, and picks Jesse back to his feet. He scoops him up, and hits him with a fallaway slam, Jesse's back crashing down onto the steel chair. Jesse instinctively rolls out of the ring, desperately trying to escape from Cage. However, as he attempts to get his breath back while leaning on the barricade, Cage hits the ropes, leaping over and crushing Jesse with a suicide dive. WATERS: Beautiful! Cage takes a moment to compose himself, then gets back up, pulling Jesse with him. He rams the Sensation's head into the barricade, then executes an irish whip.. but Jesse reverses, sending Cage down alongside the ramp and into a table covered with electrical equipment. Cage slumps to the floor, as does Jesse, obviously still reeling from the chair shots. After a few seconds, he picks himself up, and marches over to Cage, stomping down on him a couple of times before picking up a monitor from the table. MASTERS: This is gonna hurt! Jesse raises the monitor above his head, but Cage quickly strikes with a low blow, causing Jesse to drop the monitor behind him. WATERS: Yes.. yes it is! Cage climbs back to his feet, and shoves Jesse into the barricade, laying into him with a few fists before leading him backstage. The camera cuts back to the announce table. WATERS: Are we just gonna leave it like that!? DANIELS: Well, not quite the pre-Main Event we were expecting there, folks, although we DID see Cage Stryker pick up the win! MASTERS: That wasn't a victory! That wasn't even a match! I want an investigation! An internal inquiry! I WANT REPARATIONS!!! ***
March 21st... 2010...
They say the road to hell was paved with the best intentions.
But what do they say the road to glory will be paved with?
GOLD.
Atlanta, Georgia... The Philips Arena...
Our next pay-per-view mega event...
CZW proudly presents...
ROAD TO GLORY III!
Tickets go on sale February 8th. Be there to witness all of the CZW superstars in action, be there to witness the BEST wrestling product today! *** The feed returns live at the Blue Cross Arena, with Jarred Daniels standing in the ring. He has a microphone. JARRED: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time to acknowledge that this evening is the CZW's two year anniversary!" The crowd pops and a large CZW chant begins. Jarred waits a moment for it to die down. JARRED: "A two year ride that has come full circle as it began in this very arena, in this very city!" The chant begins again, and Jarred has to wait. JARRED: "And in celebration of the last year, which will no doubt go down as one of the rockiest years we'll EVER have, I will be sharing the top ten moments of CZW's 2009!" The crowd pops a little more. Jarred is handed a small stack of post cards, which have each top ten moment on them. He flips one over to reveal #10. JARRED: "Okay, let's start with #10. Everyone was surprised and delighted to see this individual make his long awaited return to the CZW ring, after being put on the shelf for a year and a half after being ran over by none other than Jesse Montana in early of '08. Obviously one of the most talked about events in CZW history. He was the first CZW World champion. so #10 is.." #10. The Zodiac Thrilla Makes His Return: 12/07/09
DANIELS: "Well what was THAT all about?"
WATERS: "Who knows, who cares, Jarred."
MASTERS: "My thoughts exactly."
DANIELS: "I care. Jessica is in the ring."
WATERS: "Get out of that ring, and into my car baby!"
TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first... weighing at 300 pounds and hailing from Sacramento, California... He is 'The God of War' and a CZW original... CALEB WALKER!!"
Although difficult to see unless you are near and impossible to see by the cameras, there is a clear, see-through plastic curtain in front of the wrestler's entrance. As the opening strains of Twisted Sister's 'Burn in Hell' begin to play, a projector puts an image across the curtain making it look like red liquid is falling down in front of the entrance and Caleb appears behind it, bathed in a bloody red. As the song says: "You're gonna burn in hell" and the music picks up tempo, Caleb rips open the curtain and walks out. He is wearing his usual chain mail skull caps, but now also wears a replica of an ancient Roman armor breastplate and blood red cape. He strut down to the ring with his muscles tensed up, fists clenched, a murderous look on his face. He enters the ring, looks into the camera, and raises his hands into the air, and pyro bursts from the four corner posts until he drops his arms down. He takes off the breastplate, cape, and chain headpiece before the bell rings.
MASTERS: "But who is his mystery opponent? What a raw deal for Caleb, if I say so myself!"
TOWERS: "And his mystery opponent..."
The lights go out, as the crowd gets electric. After a few moments, "Serial Killer" by Snoop Dogg begins to play and a small red and orange fireworks display goes off. The crowd pops loud as they see two men on the entrance ramp when the lights come back up, immediately recognizing the smaller man.
TOWERS: "Hailing from San Francisco, California and weighing in at 187 pounds... he is the former first EVER CZW World Heavyweight champion, and is making his long awaited return to the ring... being led to the ring by Whiteout... THE ZODIAC THRILLA!!!"
WATERS: "Holy crap!"
DANIELS: "Amazing!"
MASTERS: "Someone stole Jesse's hood ornament and gave it life!"
DANIELS: "But who is this giant with him?"
Zodiac is wearing a black and white outfit, as Whiteout only wears white. Zodiac poses for the crowd as Whiteout just stands there, looking very mean. They make their way down to the ring, and Caleb is not impressed. He sits on the second rope and holds the ropes open for Zodiac to enter.
MASTERS: "Well, that little nig--"
DANIELS: "WILLIAM!"
MASTERS: "I was going to say that little nigrescent entrance further highlighted the man's return, Jarred! You racist pig!"
DANIELS: "Sure you were..."
WATERS: "Now if you kids will shut up, we're going to have a classic match for sure."
DANIELS: "Yes, this match headlined CZW's very first PPV, 'Evil Intentions,' nearly two years ago!"
MASTERS: "And Caleb hasn't been in the main event since, it's such a shame. Look at this beast."
DANIELS: "Well, now the giant is out of the ring and this match is set to begin."
* DING DING DING *
WATERS: "This is a classic example of speed versus strength, something I know all about."
DANIELS: "Indeed, and both men begin circling each other. Caleb is being rather cocky, smiling and signaling he is going to break Zodiac's neck. This man has no respect."
MASTERS: "And why should he, Daniels? The CZW hasn't shown him any respect for 2 years now!"
DANIELS: "That's a matter of opinion, Masters. They lock up and almost immediately Caleb pushes Zodiac into a corner. The referee tells Caleb to back up, and he looks like he is... OH, but he's not! He slapped Zodiac right in the face!"
WATERS: "He knocked some teeth out to, it looks like."
MASTERS: "And Caleb is telling him he should have never came back to the ring, Jarred, because he's right! Caleb has a fire lit under him now, he's going to shoot right back to the top I can feel it."
DANIELS: "Well, Zodiac isn't taking too kindly to Caleb's arrogance. They lock up again, and Zodiac immediately grabs him in a headlock. He quickly whips him over in a takedown, knowing Caleb could probably power out of any strong hold he'd put on him. Zodiac hops up and drops a quick legdrop, right across Caleb's throat!"
WATERS: "And Caleb doing the wise thing, sliding out of the ring. You gotta stop the momentum of Zodiac's speed if you want a chance at beating him."
DANIELS: "And Caleb has never beaten Zodiac before, but as William said I'll even give Caleb the props that he seems to have found new motivation."
MASTERS: "...He's pissed off by being over looked for so long, Jarred, you dolt!"
WATERS: "Well Zodiac is telling Caleb to come right back in, now offering him the ropes to enter. Caleb looks up at him, and then sees that monster Whiteout. He's getting back into the ring."
DANIELS: "And Zodiac immediately attacks him, nailing him with multiple forearms to the head. He has him in somewhat of a daze. Zodiac throws him to the ropes... Zodiac leap frogs over him... the next rebound, and Zodiac nails Caleb with a thundering hip toss. As Caleb is on the ground, Thrilla takes off to the ropes... and baseball slides right into Caleb's shoulder!"
WATERS: "He's a former champ, and though he's missed so much time I'm not seeing much ring rust, Jarred." Cut back to Jarred, as each moment will have a review on the Combat-tron. JARRED: "Awesome #10 there, and now for #9. He was a great in this sport, and will go down as one of the greatest wrestlers ever in the Combat Zone. He is a former two time CZW World champion, and a former two time CZW Intercontinental champion. He has also been a tag champion, and involved in a very brutal feud with Matt Covey at the beginning of the year. He was also a member of the always popular Team XTC. Unfortunately, on the very first Overdrive after Re-United We Stand, this man decided to hang it up and retire from this great sport. I am of course talking about "The Gambler," "The Vegas Volcano" Ace King." #9. Ace King Retires: 11/23/09
Montana licks his lips and begins to smile in his normal cocky way.
Montana: You see Cage, Montana…ALWAYS…gets his wa…
SUDDENLY…
Daniels: ACE KING…ACE KING…
Ace King comes out of no where and levels Montana with a High Roller. Montana flops around for a bit before crawling backstage, leaving the arena in the hands of Ace King, the local hero.
Daniels: I thought we had seen the last of this man…ACE KING…IN HIS HOME TOWN…WHAT A WAY TO END THE SHOW!!!!!!!
Masters: Bloody awful if you ask me, Jarred, how dare he attack his boss like that.
Daniels: Your wrong William, it’s his FORMER boss. Ace is retired, and I have a feeling this is about to get emotional.
Ace King stands in the middle of the ring as the fans go wild. As he tries to speak, the noise is so deafening, he has to pause.
ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…
Finally he begins to speak over the sounds of the fans, a tear in his eyes as he talks to the people in the place he was born.
Ace: VIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LAS VEGAS!!!
The crowd pops enormously for their hometown hero, perhaps even more now after his attack on the CZW President. However, the pop almost immediately transitions into a passionate chant of “ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!” It’s clear that the former World Heavyweight Champion is having a hard time keeping his emotions in check, but he continues to talk anyway, trying his very best to keep a brave face.
Ace: I have to say that it’s been a hell of a ride here, hasn’t it?
Again, the crowd roars for Ace. He has to put the microphone down to his waist for a moment to scan the crowd, still in a bit of disbelief that he’s even making this announcement.
Ace: Yeah, there’s definitely been some good times, and there’s been some bad times, but if you want my honest thoughts... Thanks to each and every one of you, I wouldn’t trade any of those experiences for anything in the world.
The crowd roars again, and a chant of “DON’T GO ACE!” fills the arena, and Ace can’t control his emotions any longer. He wipes the tears from his eyes in an effort to maintain a brave face, but it doesn’t work out. So, he has to take a deep breath before raising the microphone to his mouth again.
Ace: THANKS TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, I WAS ABLE TO LIVE MY DREAM! Regardless of what some of the other people back in the CZW locker room have said over the last two years, it really is the constant support from you guys that makes us into who we are as competitors, and I’m humbled to stand before each and every one of you as living proof of that, so thank you all very much.
The fans respond in kind with a delirious “THANK YOU ACE!” chant, and it’s clearly rattling The Gambler as he hears the overwhelming support.
Ace: Now, I certainly never had any illusions that this would be an easy night for me, but I never envisioned it to be quite this hard to say goodbye to a place that I helped to build from the ground up.
Ace has to keep his tongue in his cheek so that he can keep himself from crying too much, but the resistance is futile. In the crowd, children and parents alike can be seen tearing up as Ace takes a deep breath before talking again.
Ace: However, with that being said... There comes a time in every man’s career where he realizes that he just can’t do what he wants to do anymore, and unfortunately, I reached that point during the summer months after I lost the World Heavyweight Championship to a very formidable opponent in Cage Stryker.
Immediately, dueling chants of “ACE!” and “STRYKER!” pop up throughout the MGM Grand Garden Arena, and for the first time since he’s been talking, Ace King cracks a very slight smile. However, that’s short-lived as he begins to talk again, his emotions again taking over.
Ace: It was really tough coming to grips with the choice that I had made, but at the end of the day, I feel as though this can be viewed as the start of a brand new chapter in the life of Combat Zone Wrestling. This is not a day...
Ace is drowned out by more “DON’T GO ACE!” chants, but The Vegas Volcano is quick to continue talking again.
Ace: This is not a day where you guys need to be sad, not at all. *Shakes head* In fact, this should be a day for all of you to rejoice, because the fact that I’m riding off into the sunset only means that other people will be able to rise to the forefront of this incredible promotion, and they’ll be the ones who ultimately carry CZW in the very near future, so please don’t be too sad that I’m gone.
Ace: It’s the guys who are slowly but surely coming up through the ranks that will one day carry this promotion. I’m talking about guys like Krimzon Blaze, Mike Monroe, Godzilla Sawyer, Bryan McNally, Rob Wright, Andrew Clash, and Brian Blaze to name but a few. When they start to mesh with the old veteran guard, CZW will be a venerable force to be reckoned with for years to come.
Ace hangs his head in the ring, doing his best to again keep his emotions in check, but judging by the way his shoulders are shaking, it’s certainly not coming easy for him. The tears continue to flow from the fans, and they continue their passionate chants of “THANK YOU ACE!” as the man himself prepares to speak once more.
Ace: In conclusion, I would be foolish to not take the time to recognize some people who have helped to shape my career here in CZW. Now, I’ll warn you that you’re not going to like some of the people on the list, but they deserve the same recognition for what they did. First off, I’ll start with Jesse Montana.
The crowd explodes in a fit of boos at the President’s name even being mentioned. However, Ace puts up his free hand to get them to stop.
Ace: No, it’s alright guys, really! Now then, Jesse... I know that you and I have despised each other since practically day one in the company, and we’ve definitely never seen eye-to-eye. However, I do have to thank you for pushing me to heights that I had previously thought to be untouchable. You might not be the greatest of people to be around... Actually, if I’m being honest, you’re one of the biggest pricks I’ve ever had the displeasure of working with. However, an item that people simply can’t deny is that, pound for pound, you’re arguably the very best competitor to ever step foot in a Combat Zone Wrestling ring. Some people might not like the direction you’ve taken the company in your time at the helm, but I don’t think anybody can really argue with the results. So Jesse, even though you’re one of the most vile scumbags in this business, I have to give credit where credit is due, so I have to thank you for being the one to make me find new levels time after time, because without that push, it’s a very real possibility that I wouldn’t stand here as I am today.
Ace: Now, on to our current World Champion, Alan Fiscus...
The crowd boo loudly again.
Ace: Alan... You’re an original in CZW’s ranks, just as I am. Some people have a tendency to not remember everything that a person has done, but in the event that these people need a reminder, Alan was one of the central figures that helped launch CZW and turn it into the global phenomenon it is today, as he served as the promotion’s first President. Alan, I think what I’ll always remember is not necessarily the things we did in the ring, but the discussions we had outside of it. You might have portrayed yourself as a prick on television, but when it came to being out of the ring, you’re one of the most genuine guys that anybody could ever meet. Of course, we definitely did have some legendary encounters, but I think I’ll remember the out-of-character moments more, because without you being there to literally force me to pick myself up off the ground in my time of despair, I know that I wouldn’t be here now. I’d probably be in some ward somewhere, shooting up in order to get over the torture of thinking about what could have been. Alan Fiscus, you are a man of your word, regardless of what that word might be, and I’ve always appreciated your honesty.
Ace: Matt Covey...
The crowd boo loudly once more.
Ace: Again, we’ve got a case of a guy who’s generally despised by the majority, but I still love being around him, just because of his way of doing things. We had some wild times out on the road, and I really think that we brought out the very best in one another whenever we competed. Our Unsanctioned Match from a year ago... It’s up there among my all-time favourite moments, just because that’s when I realized that wrestling could be fun again. It was a riot planning some of those stunts and bumps, but upon watching that back, I don’t think we could have ever expected it to turn out as good as it did... Although I must say that my back still hurts after being hit by a car. ALL JOKES ASIDE... Matt Covey, you’re basically my polar opposite, but at the same time, everybody needs to have somebody to riff off of, and Matt, you were that guy. In a sense, you were like a brother to me, and for that, I truly am grateful.
Ace: Ruthless Aggression...
The fans cheer as divas posters go up all around the arena.
Ace: You know how it’s said that behind every good man, there lies an even better woman? This adage could never have been truer than it was between the two of us. Whenever I first met you, I knew there was potential to do some special things, and although we’ve definitely had our highs, we both experienced some very drastic lows, and I can’t thank you enough for always being one of the first to be there to support me and try to pick me back up. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and even though you’re not here right now, I want you to know that there’s always going to be a place in here... *Ace pounds his hand against his chest* ...Right there, just for you.
Ace: Finally, I’d be a fool if I didn’t mention the one guy who’s been by my side through thick and thin, the guy who rode with me to the upper echelon of Combat Zone Wrestling, and the one guy who’s spilled more blood than everybody who’s been killed in the War On Terror combined... I speak of “The Five Star Superstar” El Pablo.
The crowd roar loudly as Ace looks over the crowd, who are now throwing up bright and colorful glow in the dark XTC posters.
Ace: Pabs... *Ace starts crying in the middle of the ring* Pabs, you are everything that a best friend truly should be, and a whole lot more. You were always the first guy I’d go to in order to toss around ideas for present and future shows, and you were always the first to come to my side in the event of a conflict, and I can’t thank you enough for being there. Now, with all of that being said, I think the things that will stand out most for me when it comes to the two of us are the legendary chemistry that you and I had in the ring as The Five Star Gamblers... *Aside* One of the most successful in CZW history, I might add... *Faces crowd again* ...There was our legendary tag team, and then there were our public appearances. We might have gotten ourselves into a little bit more trouble than we originally thought we would, but at the end of the day, I wouldn’t have had it any other way, and if I had a chance to do it all one more time, I wouldn’t change a thing. Jesus...
As he says that, the crowd chants “STEAMBOAT WILLIE!”, and this really throws Ace for a loop.
Ace: See what I mean, buddy? They recognize what we’ve done, they really do. So Pabs, from the bottom of my heart... I thank you for being the guy who’s always been there to help me out of tough situations, and I am very proud to be able to call you my best friend.
Ace: But most importantly, to each and every one of you here tonight, and the millions who watch CZW around the world...
Crowd cheer…YYYEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ace: I know I’ve said it many times and many ways, but I simply can’t ignore the fact that the lifeblood of our business is the fans; the ones who pay their hard-earned money to see us perform at our very best, night in and night out. Without you guys, none of us would be here tonight, and we’d all be doing dead-end jobs thinking about all the great things we could have accomplished as wrestlers. Instead, we’re all here in front of you, and I’m standing here before you, a very humbled individual. Nothing can compare to the support that I’ve received from you guys over the last two years, so once again, all I can say is Thank You. I’ve had a blast in my two years here, and it was you guys who always made it worthwhile, even at the worst of times. Thank You... Thank You... Thank You.
With that, a chant of “THANK YOU ACE!” roars back to life, and the former Heavyweight Champion collapses to his knees, the pent-up emotion finally managing to overcome the great Ace King. “Ace Of Spades” reprises again, and maybe for the last time… Daniels: Emotional it was, folks, and that is the last we will see of this great warrior. Masters: I have to admit, he has been a great champion here in CZW, possibly the best. JARRED: "Touching, touching moment. Now onto #8. This one is a celebration of a record gained. 'Godzilla' JA Sawyer won the World Television title from 'Mr. Entertainment' Brian Blaze at Summer Showdown in Tupelo, MS and has since became not only the longest reigning TV champion.. but he nows holds the longest title reign of ANY champion in CZW history. This clip will be not from the match he won the title at, but perhaps the most note worthy title defense he has had in the first ever Tokyo Destruction match." #8. Sawyer Has Longest Title Reign: 06/27/09
EVERYONE: WHAT!?!?
Sawyer looks at the referee in disbelief.
DANIELS: BAH GAWD! What is it going to take to put Brian Blaze away!?
Sawyer gets up, and starts remonstrating with the referee, desperately trying to convince him that it was a three count. While the discussion continues, Blaze slowly starts to stir, crawling out of the wreckage, revealing the various cuts that now cover his back.
DANIELS: Sawyer deep in discussion with the referee, he’s SURE it was a three count!
MASTERS: Well the match is still going, so obviously it wasn’t!
Finally, Sawyer appears to accept defeat. He turns back towards Blaze.. and is met with a boot right between the eyes.
DANIELS: BLAZING ARROW! BAH GAWD, HE HITS IT!!!
MASTERS: IT’S OVER!!!
But, such is the punishment Blaze has received, he cannot capitalize, instead just lying motionless by the timekeeper‘s corner. By the time he does begin to stir, Sawyer is already up on his feet. Godzilla staggers over, just as Blaze is hauling himself up.
*DDDRRRIIINNNGGG!!!”
DANIELS: OH!!! Blaze just hit Sawyer with the ring bell!!!
Sawyer drops like a sack of potatoes, as Blaze throws the bell to the floor. He looks around.. and spies the Rainbow Bridge. Blaze grabs Sawyer, and lifts him to his feet. He whips Sawyer, who goes flying past the turnbuckle and into the barricade on the bridge side of the arena. Sawyer slumps to the floor, but Blaze quickly grabs him, and picks him back to his feet. Blaze leads Sawyer over to the bridge, then slams his head off the ring apron, before draping Sawyer’s motionless body over the wooden structure.
DANIELS: Blaze has got big plans in mind here..
Blaze raises his arms to the expectant crowd, then walks round the bridge towards the barricade. Blaze climbs up.. and then grabs hold of the Tokyo Tower, stood in one of the aisles between two sections of fans.
DANIELS: What the hell?
Blaze tests the resilience of the tower, and slowly begins to climb, inching his way carefully up onto the raised platform, 8ft off the ground.
DANIELS: You have GOT to be kidding me.. Brian Blaze is on top of Tokyo Tower.. and there’s only one way left to go!
Blaze turns to face Sawyer, who is still lying prone on the bridge. He raises his arms again, the crowd at fever pitch, and then..
*CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!*
DANIELS: OH MY GOD! SAWYER MOVED! RIGHT AT THE LAST SECOND! AND BRIAN BLAZE! “MR ENTERTAINMENT!” JUST CRASHED AND BAH GAWD BURNED!!!
MASTERS: What an idiot!!!
Sawyer props himself up on the apron, looking at the lifeless, bloodied body of Brian Blaze, trapped under the broken remains of the Rainbow Bridge. Sawyer suddenly snaps into life, grabbing the two ends of the bridge and shoving them off of Blaze. He picks Blaze out of the rest of the wreckage, and rolls him into the ring. Sawyer climbs up onto the apron, and continues climbing, up onto the top of the turnbuckle.
DANIELS: Sawyer is up! Blaze is prone!
Sawyer leaps, flattening Blaze with a devastating Wrecking Ball.
DANIELS: He hits it!
Sawyer covers..
ONE!
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DING DING DING!
DANIELS: HE DID IT! GODZILLA SAWYER, WITH THE MOST APPROPRIATE MANEUVRE FOR THIS KIND OF MATCH, RETAINS HIS TELEVISION TITLE!
Sawyer’s music begins to play as he rolls off of Blaze, and slowly gets back to his feet.
TOWERS: Here is your winner, and STILL CZW Television Champion.. GGGOOODDDZZZIIILLLLLLAAA SSSAAAWWWYYYEEERRR!!!
The referee hands Sawyer his belt, and he holds it above his head triumphantly, as the fans give a standing ovation.
DANIELS: What a match that was, CZW’s first ever “Tokyo Destruction” match.. an incredibly fitting title, and a fitting victor, although Blaze sure as hell ran him close!
MASTERS: It’s a hollow victory, if you ask me. We all know that Kamikaze would have won had Sawyer not screwed him out of competing here tonight!
DANIELS: Well, regardless of your OPINION, and it is an OPINION.. Godzilla Sawyer continues his Television Title reign. Will Justin Marsham be saying the same of his Intercontinental Title reign after his “Fans Bring The Weapons” match against El Pablo? It’s up next! JARRED: "Awesome match up there. #7 brings us back to another CZW legend, and another former member of Team XTC. 'The Man That Mastered Gravity,' 'The Five Star Superstar' El Pablo made CZW history at Summer Showdown, becoming the first ever CZW Grand Slam champion. He had previously held the X-Division, Global Tag, and World title. In this 'Fans Bring Weapons' match, El Pablo defeated one of the most brilliant CZW superstars we've had, Justin Marsham, for the Intercontinental title." #7. El Pablo Becomes First Ever Grand Slam Champion: 06/27/09
Marsham gets to his feet first and grabs EP once again by the head and neck. Marsham drops EP with the Assassination DDT on the thumbtacks once again but this time Marsham himself also lands in the tacks back first. Marsham rolls EP over and goes for the pin.
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El Pablo kicks out somehow and the crowd goes crazy.
Masters: What does Justin Marsham need to do to win this match?
Daniels: He has thrown just about everything at El Pablo but a kitchen sink.
Masters: You think someone brought one in?
Marsham is beside himself as the blood starts pouring from his back due to the thumbtacks sticking out of it. He grabs the second bag and unties that one as well. He dumps the contents and it is shards of glass.
Daniels: If thumbtacks were bad, shards of glass are even worse.
Marsham grabs the recovering El Pablo and puts him on the top turnbuckle facing into the ring. Marsham leaves the ring and grabs a light tube. Marsham re-enters the ring and places the tube under EP’s chin but EP is stirring and fights Marsham. Marsham is losing his balance. EP takes the light tube from under his chin and smashes it into Marsham’s face. Marsham falls to the mat covering his face and lands right into the mix of thumbtacks and broken glass as EP slumps in the corner.
Masters: El Pablo can have the title now. However Justin Marsham has taken his toll on the challenger.
Marsham is rolling around and notices that EP is now setting up for a Moonsault. Marsham sees EP trying to leap and ducks. EP lands on his feet and quickly catches Marsham with a super kick on the turnaround. EP grabs Marsham and plants him on the canvas with a Gannosuke clutch.
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Masters: El Pablo has done it, he's done it, he beat Justin Marsham to end Marsham's reign as the Combat Zone Wrestling Intercontinental champion.
Daniels: He did it, I wasn't sure if he would be able to do it when Justin injured his knee, but he did it!
Towers; Ladies and gentlemen your winner and NEW CZW Intercontinental champion and now first EVER Grand Slam champion, El Pablo!!!!!
El Pablo lowers the title and gazes into it before lowering it so he can put it around his waist. JARRED: "Great match that was. Now #6 calls back on a yearly tradition for the CZW, the Ultimate X Chamber match. This year's saw the event being held for _TWO_ titles, the World and X-Division. Krimzon Blaze won the X title for the second year in a row in the chamber, and Cage Stryker became the World champion. This match was also at Summer Showdown. Let's take a look." #6. Ultimate X: 06/27/09
Daniels: “Signs of life from Stryker as well, though Ace King is still unmoving!! Monroe and Kirkland now battling it out right below the X Title! Mike ducks a Kirkland clothesline and moves behind…cobra clutch! Monroe sweeps the foot out from under him…BURN NOTICE!! BURN NOTICE ON THE SCAFFOLDING!!”
Masters: “Blaze and KING striking eachother just under the World Title! They know how important this is!! King has Blaze…REDLINE CRUSH!! NO! That squirmy jumping bean gets out of it somehow!! Blaze picks KING up in a rack!!”
Daniels: “BROKEN KODE!! BROKEN KODE!! KING is down! Blaze now up, he sees the gold and the fans here are chanting his name!! Meanwhile down below, Monroe releases the Burn Notice! He’s reaching for the belt but Kirkland trips him up!! Monroe looks enraged now as he gets up, pummeling Kirkland! ‘The Misfit’ takes a few steps back and lunges in with a YAKUZA KICK! Kirkland ducks! Monroe turns and ‘the Reaper’ catches him with a boot to the midsection! He’s got him…POWERBOMB!! MURDER 101!! KIRKLAND HAS THE ELEVATED CRAB LOCKED IN!! ON THE SCAFFOLDING!!!!”
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Masters: “Tim Timmons is choking the life out of Blaze but…CAGE STRYKER!!”
Daniels: “STRYKER PUSHES THEM BOTH OFF!!”
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Masters: “Look at his face!! He doesn’t even realize what just happened!! He was just trying to save himself!! AND LOOK!!”
Daniels: “Cage is all by himself on the top tier of the X!! He looks down as Krimzon Blaze holds his belt and now Cage looks up at the world title…
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Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the match has concluded…your NEW CZW X DIVISION CHAMPION is ‘the Aerial Specialist,’ KRIMZON BLAZE!! And, presenting you NEW CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ‘High Definition,’ CAGE STRYKER!!”
Daniels: “Cage Stryker and Krimzon Blaze celebrate their respective victories here tonight! Their opponents all wearing disappointed looks on their face but believe me when I say that neither man has ANYTHING to be ashamed of after that performance!”
Masters: “Rarely do I agree with you, Daniels, but this is one such occasion. ALL of these men put on the match of their lives here for the CZW fans!”
Daniels: “We’ve got medical staff checking on Ace King…the body count is high this evening, folks. Jesse Montana, Karl Jackson, Eddie Rowan, Alan Fiscus, and now Ace King as well. We’ll have an update on their conditions on CZW.com as soon as information is available. KRIMZON BLAZE is our NEW X Division Champion and CAGE STRYKER has secured himself the CZW WORLD Heavyweight Title! For William Masters and all of CZW, I’m Jarred Daniels. Thank you for joining us! JARRED: "Oh man that was a killer match, wasn't it!?" The crowd pops JARRED: "Now for #5. This was back at Road To Glory II, in Omaha. Maynard O'Toole was going against Jesse Montana in an Iron Man match, when all hell broke loose. Matt Covey, who at the time was Maynard's partner in the Whole Damn Show, came down to the ring. After weeks of 'incidents,' this revealed to everyone that Matt Covey was no longer a member of the Whole Damn Show, having betrayed everyone in the stable. He revealed he brought the team together in the first place to 'Have all of Jesse's enemies together.' Let's take a look." #5. Matt Covey turns on the Whole Damn Show: 03/28/09
Daniels: “Montana to his feet and now he’s nose to nose with Brian Damage one more time! Damage shoves him! Jesse glares and turns back to Mayna-MONTANA EXPRESS!! JESSE MONTANA DROPS BRIAN DAMAGE WITH THE MONTANA EXPRESS!!”
Masters: “Look out, Maynard! SLEDGEHAMMER!!”
Daniels: “Jesse turns right into a sledge to the FACE!! He’s down and out, but there is no referee!! Maynard is now trying to revive Damage as the clock winds down! OH!! KARL JACKSON, OUT OF NOWHERE!! The Jackal is picking apart Maynard, savagely assaulting him! He locks in the JACKAL LOCK!! Maynard writhes in pain as Jackson torques the ankle and-wait, here comes…’BAD ASS’ MATT COVEY!!”
Masters: “Oh, SHIT!”
Daniels: “Covey hits the ring and tears Jackson down with a huge clothesline!! He turns to Montana and pulls him to his feet, smirking right in his face before he shoulders him…BLOWING OUT YOUR BRAINS!! ‘Bad Ass’ back to his feet and…PUNTS the Jackal right in the head!! The fans are fully behind Matt Covey as he comes out of nowhere to aid his stablemate!!”
Masters: “This is crap! This is-OH MY GOD!!”
Daniels: “COVEY WITH THE BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!! TO O’TOOLE!!! I can’t believe it! The fans can’t believe it, either!! Now…Covey…drags Montana over to Maynard! We’ve got literally 30 seconds left in this match! NO!”
Masters: “YEAH!!”
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Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the third fall…and now the match, ‘the Sensation,’ JESSE MONTANA!!”
Daniels: “I…can’t believe this…”
Masters: “I love this! Best match ever!!”
-In the ring, Covey hauls Montana to his feet by the arm, and grabs Karl’s arm as he staggers back over…and then raises them both slowly, a wicked glare on his face. The Jackal slowly smirks, a sadistic grin and Jesse holds his head in pain, but he is all smiles as “For Whom the Bell Tolls” plays out, the entire arena standing and jeering the events that have transpired. A few cups and bits of garbage get thrown into the ring as the trio stand defiantly over the fallen and betrayed Maynard O’Toole. JARRED: "Crazy times those were. Now onto part of the aftermath of that betrayal. And another match from Summer Showdown. Alan Fiscus was deeply shaken by Covey's turn, and subsequently turned on the remaining members himself. This started a bitter feud between he and Eddie Rowan, ending in a Three Levels of Pain match. Many consider this the Match of the year." #4. Fiscus vs. Rowan - Three Levels of Pain: 06/27/09
DANIELS: Alan turns around, here comes Eddie with a running start, with that ladder in front of him….
THWACK!!
DANIELS: BAH GOD! Alan with a massive drop kick to the ladder which nails Eddie right in the face. Eddie is down, Alan looks to be out of gas as he just collapse to the mat. Alan fights it off and gets back to his feet as he picks Eddie up and whips him into the ropes. Here comes Eddie off the rebound….DROP TOE HOLD!
MASTERS: HAHA THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!
DANIELS: Alan nails Eddie with a drop toe hold right onto that ladder. This looks like a crime scene, nothing but blood and sweat everywhere. This match has gone on forever, one of these men might have to die in order for the other man to win.
MASTERS: Yes well, rest in peace, Eddie Rowan.
DANIELS: Alan gets back to his feet and sets up the ladder, I don’t know what he plans on doing here but we’re about to find out. He begins scaling the ladder now as Eddie begins to stir. Alan is near the middle of the ladder, gasping for air. This match has taken everything out of these two men. Eddie uses the ladder to pull himself back to his feet, on the other side now but I don’t think Alan sees him just yet.
MASTERS: BLASPHEMY!
DANIELS: Alan now sees him, the two men are face to face at the top of the ladder, exchanging blows to the face. Eddie gains the advantage and hoists Alan on his shoulders, BAH GOD! WHAT A SHOW OF STRENGTH BY EDDIE ROWAN!
MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!
DANIELS: ALAN COUNTERS SAID ATTEMPT!! THEY ARE HANGING RIGHT OVER US!! ALAN HOOKS EDDIE UP!!!..............
CRASH!!!
THWACK!!!
THUD!!!
CROWD: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
DANIELS: OHHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDD!!!! AY DIOS MIO!!!!!! I THINK THEY’RE DEAD!!! ALAN FISCUS WITH THE OVERTHROW FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!....THROUGH THE….SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!
MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!! I DON’T THINK THEY’RE BREATHING!!!
DANIELS: I DON’T THINK THEY’RE LIVING!!!
CROWD: “C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!!”
DANIELS: EDDIE JUST TOOK THE WRONG END OF THAT OVERTHROW FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER, RIGHT THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!
MASTERS: LOOK!!! ALAN FELL ON TOP OF EDDIE AND DARREN POWERS IS IN PLACE!! COUNT, YOU BLOODY BUFFOON!!!
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TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the fall and the Three Levels of Pain…………..THE SADISTIC SOLUTION……ALAN….FIIIIIIIIIIISCUUUUUUUUUS!!!!!
DANIELS: Well Alan has won the match but he doesn’t look much like a winner right now. Both men are rendered unconscious. E.M.T.’s are hauling ass down to ring side as we speak. I have never, in all my career…have ever seen a match of that magnitude. Eddie Rowan should hold his head high, if he still physically can.
MASTERS: You know what, Jarred. As much as I hate a good guy, Eddie does indeed deserve much respect.
DANIELS: Folks, we’re still not done, believe it or not. We still have an even bigger match, if you can believe that, coming up next. X Title, World Title. They will BOTH be on the line. I don’t know how they’re going to top what we just witnessed but to Brian Kirkland, Tim Timmons, King, Mike Monroe, Krimzon Blaze…I say….good luck. To our champions: X Champion, Cage Stryker, World Champion: Ace King….I say….good luck.
MASTERS: They will need it.
DANIELS: That match is next, while we get….forensics to come out here and clean up this murder scene, stay tuned, we have the main event and it’s next. JARRED: "Wow, what a great match. That was just the end of it, remember there were two falls before that. Both men ended up leaving for a while with injuries sustained for that match, as well. Killer. Next is #3. It was at Extreme Intervention, during what many consider the 'dark ages' of the CZW. It was for the 2009 King of Combat, in a three way dance between Mike Monroe, Brian Blaze, and CZW original Tim Timmons in Germany." #3. Blaze vs Monroe vs Timmons for the King of Combat: 09/28/09
Jarred Daniels: Oh my god! How did Monroe kick out of that one!?
William Masters: Pure instinct, and the will to win the King of Combat title, which is what would be the pinnacle of his career.
*Tim Timmons can’t believe it. He’s livid. Brian Blaze smashes a chair across Tim’s back.
Brian Blaze goes out of the ring and slides in a ladder and table. He sets up the ladder, and the other ladder that Tim brought in next to each other, so that two of the climbing sides are next to each other. He then takes the table and sets it on top, creating a small platform. He runs over and slaps Monroe awake.*
Jarred Daniels: BB helping Monroe? I’ve seen it all now.
William Masters: This is unfair! This is a conspiracy against Tim Timmons!
*Blaze lifts Tim up and delivers another Blaze of Glory to Tim through a chair. Tim gets rolled out of the ring. Monroe slowly makes his way to his feet and starts climbing the ladder. Brian Blaze by this time comes to and climbs the ladder. The two men reach the top of the ladder and stand on the platform. The start exchanging rights and lefts.
Right by Brian Blaze
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Jarred Daniels: OH MY GOD!!! THAT’S NOT A QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT, THAT’S DEATH!!!
William Masters: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! MONROE’S CAREER IS OVER!!!
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Jarred Daniels: It’s finally over!
William Masters: And what carnage!
Jessica Towers: Here is your winner... and THIS years King of Combat winner…BRIAN BLAZE!!!
*Brian Blaze is simply laying there on the mat when the ref Cage awakens him and hands him the crown and scepter. He takes the scepter and runs to the turnbuckle and raises it high and proud. He jumps down and grabs at his back. Cage raises his hand again and then shakes it as Brian pulls him ion for a hug. He rolls out of the ring and holds up the crown as he walks backwards up the ramp. Cage rolls out of the ring to check on Monroe as the EMTs come down to check on him too.*
Tim is seen pulling himself up to the apron infuriated. He gets in the middle of the ring.
Tim: CAGE!! CAGE…YOU SCREWED ME OVER AGAIN! HOW DARE YOU ALLOW HIM TO USE THAT CHAIR ON ME SO RUTHLESSLY!!
Cage: Hey, Tim…last I checked…Combat Zone Wrestling had no rules…and unless the ref loses complete control…the match continues. And quite honestly…I never lost control.
From the crowd, Bad Ass Matt Covey is seen jumping the barricade and rolling into the ring at Tim’s back. BA taps Tim on the shoulder and when he turns to face him, Tim turns ghost white. Matt delivers the two finger salute, then kicks him in the gut and delivers the ‘Blow it out Your Ass.” He then handcuffs him to the ropes. JARRED: "Shocking! And everyones knows what happened next. Now onto #2. It was at Re-United We Stand, our big 'comeback' PPV, and everyone also knows the full details about THAT by now. It was during Montana vs. Collum when original CZW founder Derek Damage did the unthinkable. He turned on his own flesh and blood, Brian Damage, to side with Montana! Take a look." #2. Derek Damage Turning on His Own Son: 11/09/09
Masters: TJ, don’t just stand there you imbecile, do something. Why is he just standing there smiling?
Daniels: Brian is pretty much doing the same. And Derek…he is exchanging words with his son now, I think Montana’s luck has ran out! WHAT?! NO WAY…
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!!!
Masters: DEREK DAMAGE…WHAT A HERO!!!!!!!
Daniels: I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES…WHAT HAVE WE JUST WITNESSED HERE?!
DEREK DAMAGE HAS JUST KNOCKED HIS OWN SON OUT WITH A RIGHT HAND!!!!!
Masters: This is a moment of history we will never forget, and now he is getting into the ring. Is he working with Montana? GENIUS!
Daniels: NO!!! This is a mockery. No wonder TJ was smiling at the situation. How can Derek of turned on his own son like that?!
Masters: Maybe he is just senile, or maybe he is as clever as Montana. And look at this…
Daniels: DEREK IS PLACING MONTANA’S LIFELESS BODY OVER COLLUM…THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!!!!
Masters: Is Derek Montana’s…No…can’t be…
Daniels: Derek is forcing the ref to count…
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TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….AND ONCE AGAIN COMBAT ZONE GENERAL PRESIDENT…..THE SENSATION…….JESSE MONTANA!!!!!!!
DANIELS: HE DID IT…JESSE MONTANA HAS REGAINED THE PRESIDENCY TITLE OF THE COMBAT ZONE!!! And all thanks to…DEREK DAMAGE OF ALL PEOPLE.
MASTERS: I TOLD YOU!!
Daniels: The old man turned on his own son, to help out Montana, but why?! These fans are shocked and so am I. Montana had this planned all along.
Masters: Montana always gets what he wants, Jarred.
DANIELS: What a match and we are not done yet … stick around, folks as after the break, the World Title is on the line! JARRED: "Wow. Never thought that would happen. And now, folks, it's time for our #1 moment in CZW for 2009. It was also at Re-United We Stand. It was when.... yep you guessed it. When Alan Fiscus cashed in the Money in the Bank title shot, just moments after losing to Cage Stryker in the Elimination Chamber. The first man to ever cash in the MITB successfully. I want to thank each and every one of you CZW fans for showing your love and support to our company, and here's for another ten years of CZW!" The crowd cheers loudly and the CZW chant resumes before the video plays. #1. Alan Fiscus Cashing in on Cage Stryker: 11/09/09
- Alan now stands up in a fit of rage and grabs the referee by the collar, desperate to attack him. From behind though is Cage Stryker, though in a pool of his own blood, has found one last bit of energy to mount an attack on an un-suspecting Fiscus…
Daniels: HE’S UP…HE’S UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: it’s a zombie, folks!
Daniels: AMAZING…CAGE HITS AN IMPLANT DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS FINISHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Daniels: STILL CZW CHAMPION…REMARKABLE!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: Travesty.
Daniels: What do you mean, this man put his heart and soul into that match, and he can hardly stand, but he is a great World Champion, the critics have been silenced tonight!
Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THE WINNER OF THE CHAMBER AND STILL CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…CAGE STRY……..
Daniels: Wait…what the hell is this?! Surely not!!!!
Masters: OF COURSE…FISCUS HAS MONEY IN THE BANK…
Daniels: Not now, not like this, not this way!
Masters: FISCUS HAS THE CASE…YES! FISCUS IS GOING OT BE THE WORLD CHAMP AFTER ALL!!!!!!
- The fans quit there frantic cheers as Fiscus is up, blood pouring down his face, and his chest. Cage is holding the Title high in the air like Rocky Balboa, one eyes completely closed. All of a sudden…
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Masters: Fiscus smashes the briefcase over the head of Stryker…and what is this…
Daniels: I can’t believe this…MY GOD THE OVERTHROW ON TOP OF THE METAL CASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: Cage has been dismembered!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: And the referee is forced to count…Money in the Bank, well you clever, clever weasel.
Masters: Weasel? This man is a predator!
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Masters: I forgot about he case, Jarred, you forgot, the whole World forgot, except Fiscus, what a dastardly plot.
Daniels: And you have to feel sorry for Cage, having kicked out everything Fiscus could dish, Cage just had nothing left when it came to cashing in Money in the Bank.
Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….THE NEWWWWWWWW CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…ALAAAAAAAN FIIIISSCCCCUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daniels: Well what a night it has been, what a comeback for CZW, it’s probably the most historic night in the company so far, and Fiscus closes it out holding up the World Heavyweight Title, congratulations.
Masters: I can’t wait for the next show, CZW is going stronger than ever, Jarred.
Daniels: Your damn right, answers, revelations, and all new Ultraviolence in two weeks time folks, until then, good night!
The show closes out with fireworks, and Fiscus sitting on top of the structure, World Title in his grasp. ***
The scene cuts to backstage, showing Alan Fiscus' locker room door. You know this because.. it says so on the door, duh! It is slightly ajar, and suddenly Alan himself walks up to it wearing his normal ring gear and the World title hung over his shoulder. As soon as he gets to the door, he becomes alarmed. He opens the door to find both Frank Finch and Hellena laid out on the floor, unconscious. Alan's mouth drops as he quickly goes to Hellena and begins checking on her. Both of them look like they were just in a car wreck.
ALAN: "Hellena, what happened! Who did this!!"
Nothing. Hellena is bleeding from the nose, and Frank is bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Fiscus yells out from a crotched position.
ALAN: "SECURITY! We need medical attention in here! HELLO!?!?"
A security guard jogs up, and is immediately surprised by the scene. He pauses like a deer in headlights.
ALAN: "GO GET HELP NOW YOU FOOL!"
He shakes out of it and nods, running to get help. Hellena starts moving a little bit.
ALAN: "Baby, baby! Can you hear me? Who did this to you!?"
Hellena tries to say but is in a lot of pain. Alan gently caresses her head.
ALAN: "C'mon, tell me. I have a pretty damn good idea already, however. That idiot."
Hellena shakes her head as much as she can, confirming Alan's suspicions.
ALAN: "Help is on its way, Hellena. Frank you alright man?"
Frank stirs a little, looking up at Alan. He's in a great deal of pain, but nods a little to let Alan know he's not dying or anything.
ALAN: "Alright. They'll be here soon. I have to go."
Alan stands up, with a very serious look on his face. He walks out of the locker room, but stops. He is getting angrier and angrier by the second. His face is becoming bright red. He takes the World title and straps it around his waist. He then raises his arms in the air, looks up, and shouts:
"COVVVEEEEEEYYYYYY!!!!!"
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ *** DANIELS: Well ladies and gentlemen, what a pay per view line up we’ve had so far. We just witnessed Cage Stryker defeat our own GM, Jesse Montana. MASTERS: Yes, that was a bloody travesty, that damn cheater! WATERS: You’re an idiot, that was a clean victory. DANIELS: Anyway, right now it’s time for our main event of the evening and what a build up this feud has been. Since last year, these two were once attached at the hip, brothers in arms, former stable members and best friends, former global tag team champions. But then, last year, Covey turned on his former stable and now, just like Maynard, just like Eddie….the champ…Alan Fiscus, seeks revenge. WATERS: I’d like to think that Fiscus will get his revenge and walk out of here, still world champion…but I know Covey all too well. I’ve been in the ring with him, that man is a walking time bomb. MASTERS: Ah yes, I recall that time, he beat the bloody hell out of BOTH..you and KB….good times, good times. WATERS: Hey, Masters, remember that time I slapped you upside your forehead? MASTERS: I…no..i don’t recall— *THUD!* *Waters reaches back and slaps Masters in his forehead* MASTERS: ..BLOODY HELL…SECURITY!!! DANIELS: ANYWAY…Folks, if you missed it, just a few moments ago, Our champ, Alan Fiscus, was heading into his locker room, to get ready for this match. What he found, though, were his associate: Frank Finch and his newly dawned, associate, Hellena, laid out on the floor, battered and bruised by an ambush attack from who we all assume came from, the Bad Ass, Matt Covey. WATERS: Yeah, that was some pretty gruesome footage we saw there, both Frank and Hellena, covered in blood, I hope they’re both alright. Well, Hellena, anyway…Frank, I don’t really care much for. MASTERS: Bah…they got what was coming to them. It was wrong to beat up a woman but this is Covey we’re talking about, that’s one cruel son of a bitch that I would never cross. DANIELS: Well in any event, I hope they got the help they needed. But right now, it’s time for that crucial main event, WORLD’S TITLE MATCH! TOWERS: LADIES ….AND GENTLEMEN….THIS NEXT MATCH IS A RIOT MATCH AND IT IS FOR THE CZW WORLD….HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! *the crowd goes nuts* TOWERS: The rules are simple. Falls count anywhere, there is no disqualification and inorder to win, either man must pin his opponent with a five count. "Sonne" by Rammstein blasts over the speakers of the Blue Cross Arena as Bad Ass Matt Covey, stalks his way out from behind the curtains, baring an evil, sadistic grin on his face. DANIELS: Well there he is, folks. One of the most dominate figures in sports entertainment and the funny thing is, everything I say about this man, I can say the exact same thing for our World’s Champion. WATERS: Agreed, Jerrod. These two men are one in the same and it’s going to be interesting, to say the least, to see how this match will unfold. TOWERS: INTRODUCING FIRST…THE CHALLENGER….. MASTERS: OHH BLOODY HELL!! DANIELS: BAH GOD, WHO IS THA---THAT’S ALAN FISCUS…. *THWACK!!!* DANIELS: THE CHAMP JUST RAN UP BEHIND COVEY AND LEVELED HIM WITH THE WORLD’S TITLE BELT! COVEY HIT THAT STEEL RAMP, FACE FIRST!!! WATERS: Now THAT’S how you make an entrance. DANIELS: Jessica Towers just got the hell outta dodge and for good reason. Alan picks Covey up by his hair and rams his head into the guard rail. Covey is busted open already! MASTERS: This bloody match hasn’t even started yet! WATERS: Bloody is right, Masters. MASTERS: Shut it, Aussie! WATERS: Up yours, Brit! DANIELS: Fellas, could we? Well this match is, obviously, anything goes, so Darren Powers calls for the bell and this match is under way. DING! DING! DING! DANIELS: Our champion is irate and for good reason, Covey ambushed Hellena and Frank, in the back earlier and now Fiscus is getting his revenge. WATERS: Yes and he is punishing Covey right now but I don’t know if it’s relieving any emotional damage for Fiscus because Covey still has that sadistic grin on his face. That man loves pain. MASTERS: Maybe he should just give Covey a hug, that might piss him off. WATERS: Would that turn you on. Masters? MASTERS: No…but if you were in Covey’s position right now, THAT would turn me on. DANIELS: Alan drags Covey over to those, unforgiving, steel steps and bashes his face into it, hard, with Darren Powers, close by. MASTERS: BLOODY HELL, THAT HAD TO HURT! WATERS: Ya think? DANIELS: Covey is resting, lifelessly, against the steel steps as Alan backs up, oh this does not bode well for Covey. ALAN CHARGES…..KNEE STRIKE TO THE HEAD OF COVEY…NO….COVEY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND ALAN BASHES HIS RIGHT KNEE, HARD INTO THOSE STEPS!! WATERS: Well that’s one way to gain an advantage. DANIELS: Both men are now, laid out on the floor, writhing in pain. Covey, dawning that crimson mask, finds a way to get back on his feet. Covey reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair. He walks over to Fiscus…..Fiscus is up, but limping…. *THUD!!* WATERS: OUCH! Covey just broke Alan’s shin, I think. DANIELS: BAH GOD! I think he just shattered his shin! Covey grabs Alan and throws him into the ring. Well, at least they will be inside the ring now. MASTERS: But for how long? WATERS: Well, I don’t know how good that can be, considering Covey brought that steel chair into the ring, with him. DANIELS: Covey is setting Alan’s right leg inside of the chair…I can’t look. MASTERS: You pansy. WATERS: Pot and kettle. MASTERS: What? WATERS: Nothing. Alan is laid out on the mat, with his leg trapped inside the chair and now Covey is scaling the top rope. DANIELS: BAH GOD! DON’T DO THIS!.....COVEY JUMPS….. *THWACK!!!* DANIELS: BAH GOD, WHAT A COUNTER!! COVEY WAS INCHES AWAY FROM BREAKING ALAN’S LEG IN TWO…BUT ALAN COUNTERS BY KICKING THE CHAIR UP…NAILING COVEY IN THE CHIN AND NOW COVEY IS DOWN! WATERS: If there ever was an opportunity for the champ…it’s NOW! DANIELS: Fiscus crawls over, helplessly….he throws an arm over the top of Covey…. 1! - - - - 2! - - - DANIELS: KICKOUT!!! Covey is spitting out blood now as Darren Powers checks on him. Covey is refusing to stop this match. How in the hell can a man, with this much blood loss, have this much fight left in him? WATERS: Easy…Covey is not a man…he’s not human. MASTERS: YOU’RE NOT HUMAN! WATERS: YOU’RE A TOWEL! MASTERS: WHAT?? WATERS: Nothing. DANIELS: Both men are stirring now. Both use the ropes to help them up. Covey charges at Alan, ….ALAN TURNS AROUND AND NAILS COVEY WITH A CLOTHESLINE! WATERS: That’s what happens when you’re in there with a veteran…you get great presence of mind. Alan knew to be alert as he had his back turned. DANIELS: Alan picks Covey up and launches him into the corner of the ring. Alan now begins punishing Covey with several, vicious kicks to the midsection. Alan grabs Covey again and starts to whip him into the opposing corner but Covey reverses said attempt. Alan crashes into the corner, hard. Covey follows and nails Alan in the small of the back with an elbow shot. WATERS: What a counter by the bad ass. MASTERS: This is getting confusing, who’s in control? DANIELS: Right now, Covey is. Covey turns Alan around, grabs his throat, with both hands and tosses Alan back into the corner. He is now punishing the champ with severe body shots to the midsection. Covey goes for another shot but Alan counters with a poke to the eye. WATERS: Nice counter. Whatever works, I guess. DANIELS: Covey turns back around and charges at the champ but Alan pulls the ropes down and ducks, sending Covey, head over hills to the outside of the ring. Covey hit the hard floor, face first but he is trying to get back to his feet….he’s up as Alan backs up and charges….. WATERS: WOW!! MASTERS: BLOODY HELL…SUICIDE DIVE! DANIELS: Nice suicide dive there, by the champ as he lands, perfectly right on top of Covey. CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! WATERS: It looks like ground zero out here. There’s blood everywhere. DANIELS: LOOK….ALAN LANDED ONTOP OF COVEY AND NOW DARREN POWERS BEGINS THE THREE COUNT….THIS COULD ALL BE OVER! 1! - - - - 2! - - - 3! - - - - 4! - - - DANIELS: NOOOOO .. COVEY GOT A SHOULDER UP AND THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE! WATERS: If this were a regular match, it would be over but this is no regular match….THIS IS A RIOT MATCH! MASTERS: Thank you, Captain Obvious! WATERS: You’re welcome. DANIELS: The champ looks irate as he grabs Covey and drags him toward the ramp. Alan picks Covey up and drops him on the guard railing, chine first. Covey, spewing blood all over those poor fans standing up, watching. WATERS: This is getting out of hand and quick. MASTERS: DUH! It’s a RIOT MATCH, YOU IDIOT! DANIELS: Alan stands Covey up and throws a haymaker but Covey ducks said attempt and clothesline him into the crowd. CROWD: C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! DANIELS: Security is trying to hold the fans back as Covey climbs over, picks Alan up and drags him through the crowd. WATERS: Where are they going now? DANIELS: I don’t know but it can’t be good as camera crews follow. Covey stops for a moment to punish the champ with punches to the back of the head. Alan counters and punches Covey in the midsection. Alan has Covey stunned now as he grabs a beer bottle from one of the fans. WATERS: What kind of beer is that? MASTERS: I think that’s….yes…that’s O’Douls. WATERS: Wait…NON ALCOHOLIC BEER?! …WHY THAT’S COVEY’S KRYPTONITE!!! *THWACK!!* DANIELS: BAH GOD…ALAN JUST SHATTERED THAT BEER BOTTLE OVER COVEY’S HEAD!! MASTERS: Just what Covey needed….more blood flow. DANIELS: Well Alan now, in control of this match, is dragging Covey back over to the guard rail. He sets Covey up against it and clothes lines him back out of the crowd. They are now in no man’s land, amongst all sorts of electrical equipment. WATERS: Oh I don’t like the looks of this. Alan is standing over Covey with a hand gripped full of those cables. Now he wraps the cables around Covey’s neck. DANIELS: He continues to tighten the hold on his neck, I think he’s gonna pass out! FINALLY, THE CHAMP LETS LOOSE! COVEY IS OUT AND ALAN WILL TRY FOR THE WIN NOW! 1! - - - - 2! - - - 3! - - - - 4! - - - FIV-- DANIELS: MY GOD!! COVEY KICKED OUT! HOW THE HELL DID HE MANAGE TO KICK OUT OF THAT???!!! MASTERS: BLOODY HELL, I DON’T KNOW!! WATERS: I told you, Covey isn’t human. He thrives on pain and it’s going to take a lot more for either one of these guys to win this match. DANIELS: The champ is frustrated, arguing with Darren Powers, the sweat rolling down his face, along with the blood of Covey. Alan, once again, picks Covey up and now he is dragging him….TO HIGHER GROUND!? WATERS: It would seem so, Daniels. Alan has thrown Covey back over into the crowd and is taking him up to the second level. DANIELS: This is an all out WAR! We haven’t seen a lot of technical, in ring action at all. Remember the last world title defense Alan had against Brian Blaze, showing the world his in ring ability…for get all that. This is a FIGHT! WATERS: Indeed, I mean we’ve only seen a few pin attempts and now Alan has Covey up on that platform, just above and beside the entrance of the arena. CROWD: C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! DANIELS: Both men now, tight rope walking across that platform, while exchanging punches to the head. Each man trying to gain that, ever so desperate, advantage! WATERS: I think Alan has some advantage now as he is landing punches to the face of Covey….Covey blocks him though and now Covey is landing haymakers. MASTERS: THIS IS BLOODY DANGEROUS!!! DANIELS: NOW, ALAN BLOCKS SAID ATTEMPT….HE GRABS COVEY AND TRIES TO TOSS HIM OVER THE RAIL…SOME TEN FEET TO THE GROUND! BOTH MEN NOW, TEETERING ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RAILING….BAH GOD!! THE SLIGHTEST MISSTEP AND EITHER ONE OF THESE MEN ARE DOOMED!! WATERS: ALAN SWINGS…COVEY DUCKS…..COVEY PICKS ALAN UP ON HIS SHOULDERS….OH…MY GOD!!! *CCCRRRRAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!!!* CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! DANIELS: AY DIOS MIO!!!!! ATT COVEY JUST HIT THE BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!! TEEN FEET TO THE GROUND!!! BOTH MEN WENT CRASHING THROUGH ALL THE WIRES AND CABLES ON THE GROUND….THEY COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT!!! THEY’RE CAREERS COULD BE OVER!! MASTERS: OH MY BLOODY HELL!!! WATERS: Their LIVES could be over! DANIELS: Darren Powers rushes over to check on them, neither man is moving, the damn lights flickered…I THINK THEY GOT ELECTROCUTED!! WATERS: Well if Covey can, some how come to, I think he has this match won. WE COULD HAVE A NEW WORLD’S CHAMPION!!! MASTERS: LOOK….LOOK HOW THEY LANDED THOUGH!! COVEY HIT HIS SIGNATURE MOVE BUT ALAN LANDED ON TOP OF COVEY!! DANIELS: BAH GOD…YOU’RE RIGHT….DARREN POWERS STARTS THE COUNT! 1! - - - - 2! - - - 3! - - - - 4! - - - 5!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING! TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..AND…..STILL….CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIOOOON!!!....THE SADISTIC SOLUITON!!!...ALAN….FIIIIIISCUUUUUUSSSS!!!!! DANIELS: Well, wow….what a war that was. Covey just would not die but in the end, THE CHAMP IS STILL HEH!!!! WATERS: He may have retained his world’s championship, but he doesn’t look like a winner now. DANIELS: E.M.T.’s are rushing down to clean up this mess and check on our warriors. What a fantastic pay per view that was. Join us for the next Overdrive! ***
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