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CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
June 28th 2010
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- A COMPLETE OPPOSITES NON-TITLE MATCH! -=-
-=- STABLES TAG TEAM WARFARE! -=-
-=- BAD ASS INVITATIONAL FINALS! -=-
-=- THE NEW SAWYER FACES A MYSTERY OPPONENT! -=-
-=- WAYLON MAKES HIS DEBUT AGAINST THE KING OF CHAOS! -=-
-=- FOUR WAY DANCE TO START OFF THE SHOW! (KB COULD DIE!) -=-
-=- DARK MATCH -=-
plus:
Rob Wright explains why he cashed in on Mike Monroe!
Will The Jackal find answers?
And more!
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-=- DARK MATCH -=-
***** Predictably, Yoshi was completely outmatched in this contest. Alexander Slate came out with a purpose, and that purpose was to show off his technical superiority. Things started out with a bit of chain wrestling, but Slate quickly took control, using a variety of submission holds to wear his opponent down. Yoshi was able to avoid a clothesline attempt, going for a cross-body, but Slate snagged him with a reversal, dropping him with a spinning side slam. He then cinched in the Paragon Lock and Yoshi tapped with no hesitation. ***** Overdrive opens up not with a shot of the arena, nor with a segment from the GM’s office. Instead, we are shown a more isolated area backstage; the production trailer. A lone security guard is seen pacing back and forth in front of the door, looking quite bored. As he turns around, he finds himself face-to-chest with a large individual in a Beautiful Agony t-shirt. The wide-eyed guard steps back slowly as the obvious figures of Bryan McNally, Eddie Rowan, and Spencer Pierce slowly and menacingly approach. Each man has a bandana over their nose and mouth bandit-style, though their identities are very obvious. Eddie: “Run.” Without a moment’s hesitation, the guard bolts out of the shot, and the trio quickly moves up to the door to the truck, which is cleanly kicked open by McNally. Inside the trailer, several members of the production staff are startled at the appearance of the small gang into their workplace. One poindexter looking individual tries to cut them off. Tech: “Hey, you can’t…” Eddie: “Sit down, and shut up. I could do this job by myself if I wanted, but I don’t. Instead, I’m just going to make a couple changes around here, starting with that lame-ass intro song you’ve been subjecting us to for the past several months.” Tech: “Wait…what? You can’t just barge in here and take over! And I’ll have you know that the CZW fans voted for that-“ Eddie: “Generic, boring, pansy-ass song, yeah, I know. It’s a wonder we still have a television deal. Look, I’m here to spice things up a bit. Trust me, when they see this…” Eddie pulls a small disc from his pocket. Eddie: “They’ll forget all about that old crap. Also, the video was horribly out of date. Can’t you guys do anything without me?” Tech: “…well…” Eddie: “Whatever. Just sit down and shut up.” Eddie pushes the tech aside and starts to tinker with some of the controls, inserting the disc into one of the drives. McNally and Spencer watch the other techs to make sure they don’t try anything foolish. Eddie moves away from the control console, pulling the mask off his face to reveal a smug grin. Eddie: “The change starts now…” The trio moves to leave the truck as a NEW opening to Overdrive runs, replacing the old Red song with “Gimmie a Riot” by Monster Voodoo Machine.
*BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!* The opening pyros flare as the cameras survey the crowd, taking lingering shots at this weeks signs: ‘TOLWAR IS BAD-ASS!’ ‘WRIGHT IS WRONG!’ ‘I’M KAELIN’S TAG-PARTNER!’ ‘YOSHI NANIWA’S #1 FAN!’ Daniels: “Well, an interesting way to open this week’s Overdrive to be sure! Fans, we’ve got a great show in store for you tonight. Alex Kaelin and a mystery partner will be challenging the Spectacle for the Global Tag-Team championships in our main event!” Waters: “We also have El Pablo facing the hardcore icon Buzzsaw in a match that will showcase a unique blend of styles, we have the finals of Matt Covey’s ‘Bad Ass Invitational’ tournament and much, much more!” Masters: “Also, we have our World Heavyweight Champion’s appreciation speech! BRACE yourself for that, Daniels!” Daniels: “Oh, ha ha, you are SO very clever…” Waters: “Anyway, if you two ladies are quite done, our first match-up is a fatal four-way involving three giants and the outsized but not outclassed Krimzon Blaze!” Masters: “KB will die…” Waters: “Hey, wait a minute…what’s with the match info graphics!?” Masters: “BWAH HA HA HA!” Daniels: “I think this could be Eddie Rowan’s doing…” Masters: “I hope not. I want to keep thinking this is funny.”
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-=- FOUR WAY DANCE TO START OFF THE SHOW! -=-
***** Daniels: It’s time for our opening match! Masters: This match will be huuuuge! Literally! Waters: Indeed...the three largest CZW superstars up against each other... Daniels: And don’t forget about Krimzon Blaze! Waters: Poor KB...he’s like a mouse amongst a herd of stampeding elephants! Daniels: But you know what they say...elephants fear mice... Masters: Yeah Shawn...he’s more like a slightly more successful wrestler than his ex tag team partner... Waters: ... Daniels: Wow...you’re an idiot Masters. Waters: I always thought you were a worthy foe, Bill...but that was just horrible... Masters: Oh quiet you! Let’s just get to the bloody match!! “You Wouldn’t Know” by Hellyeah hits. Towers: On the way to the ring from Cleveland, Ohio...standing at 6’5”...THE MOUNTAIN MAN! Mountain Man walks to the ring, waiting for his opponents. Daniels: I can’t wait to see Mountain Man and Garrett William in the ring together again. Masters: What? I thought you were all ‘Oh no...they is fighting...stop it!’ Daniels: Why the hell would I sign on to a wrestling company if I hated violence? When two men have a rivalry like these guys, it’s interesting...I only object when you see things like Fiscus and Montana trying to maim their opponents! Waters: Haha, Masters got told again! Masters: Shut up Aussie...nobody likes your country anyway! “Down With the Sickness” by Disturbed plays. Towers: On the way to the ring from Wichita, Kansas...standing at 7’0”...GARRETT WILLIAM! Garrett walks out onto the stage and stares down the ramp at Mountain Man, smirking. He stands at ringside as the ref asks both men to stay back. Masters: I think that ref is a bit in over his head trying to separate these two. Waters: I think you are right...that’s a rarity... Masters: Why do I keep working with you? I could easily go work somewhere where I am appreciated! Waters: Hey now! I do appreciate you Bill! I’d be bored if I didn’t have you to make fun of out here... Masters: At least target Daniels for a bit, jeez... Waters: Well...I’ve decided to give Jarred a break today...his daughter was so nice to me last night, I thought I’d repay the favour... Daniels: YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER SHAWN! Waters: Jarred...it’s either me or Bill over there... Daniels sits in silence, his eyebrow twitching in anger. Daniels: How much longer are you going to keep this up? Waters: Heh...that’s what your daughter sai... Daniels: ENOUGH! Waters shuts up, snickering to himself, Masters almost in tears. “Battery” by Metallica hits. Towers: On the way to the ring from South Beach, Florida...standing at 6’11”...’The Living Legend’ BIG NASTY!! Nasty walks out to a mixed reaction. Waters: Whoo! Nasty is back in CZW motherfu... Daniels: Yes Shawn! Quite an impressive return it was! Waters: I’ve had a lot of history with Nasty...I beat him in a battle royal to earn a shot at the TV title...which I eventually won of course...oh...and if you interrupt me again...I won’t sleep with your daughter... Daniels: Wait, really? Waters: Nope... Masters: OK...now I know why I agree to work with you Shawn... Waters: See Billy...I’m not all bad... Daniels: Just shut up...both of you! “Headstrong” by Trapt hits. The crowd screams! Towers: On the way to the ring from Detroit, Michigan...standing at 5’6”...’The Aerial Specialist’ KRIMZON BLAZE! Blaze runs out onto the stage, full of energy. The fans in attendance are almost deafening! Blaze sizes up his three massive opponents before running to the ring. Masters: A quick piece of trivia for all the fans out there...Alan Fiscus has held the CZW World title for 233 days...if you add up the number of single titles shared between Krimzon Blaze and a certain partner of his, and add on their pathetic tag titles reign...guess what you get...134 days. Waters: What’s your point Masters? Fiscus can cheat for a lot longer than I can? Masters: ... Daniels: Owned... All four men stand in a corner, KB almost hidden amongst the giants. Daniels: Blaze is 5’6”...a whole foot shorter than the shortest of the three big men in the match, Mountain Man...I don’t know how he can come out of this match with a victory! Waters: You never know with KB...I never thought he’d be able to beat me once...let alone on three separate occasions... Masters: Haha...you lost to a midget! Waters: And you lost to a divorce lawyer! Masters: ... Waters: Daniels... Daniels: Owned! Waters: Now that we are done...let’s get this match started! The bell rings. Garrett and MtM go right after each other, leaving Nasty and KB to face off. Daniels: Two feud in one with this match! We’ve seen KB defeat Nasty before...can he do it again? Waters: KB is my friend and all...but my money is on Nasty! KB begins laying into Nasty with a series of kicks and punches, doing anything to get the big man to the ground. Nasty responds with a shove, giving him a second to line KB up. KB stands, but is murdered with a clothesline from Nasty. Nasty goes for a cover early! 1 2 Garrett breaks it up! Garrett begins punching Nasty, the two biggest men in CZW trading blows. Mountain Man joins in aswell. Nasty and MtM nod and begin double teaming Garrett. Waters: Nasty punches...then Mountain Man...then Nasty...then Mountain Man! They keep going! Eventually, Mountain Man whips Garrett towards the rope. He bounces back. Mountain Man picks him up, looking for Nasty to aid him with a death drop, but Nasty kicks MtM’s knee. All of Garrett’s weight lands hard on the body of Mountain Man. Nasty boots Garrett in the head before the ref can count. Masters: Nasty is dominating this contest so far! He has taken all three men out! Waters: Blaze is up...BLAZE IS UP HIGHER! BLAZE FLIES!! Blaze leaps off the top rope and dropkicks Nasty in the back. This sends him headfirst into the turnbuckle. Blaze follows up with a running leg lariat which drives Nasty’s face back into the turnbuckle. Blaze then spies Garrett and Mountain Man slowing standing up. Using Nasty as a launch pad, he leaps and nails Garrett with a leg lariat to the back. Garrett, who had yet to regain his balance, falls forward right into Mountain Man. Blaze finishes his surge by grabbing Mountain Man and nailing a tornado DDT. He covers. 1 2 Kickout! Blaze continues with his rush of attacks, kicking MtM in the side of the head and landing a senton on Garrett. He sprints over to Nasty, who is seated in the corner. Blaze runs towards him and grabs the top rope. He swings up and then brings his legs down, looking for a Jeff-Hardy style corner kick... Waters: Wait...Nasty moves...and Blaze hasn’t realised it! Daniels: This isn’t going to end well! Blaze continues his momentum downwards, but Nasty has rolled outside. Blaze realises too late and cannot prevent the inevitable...his legs go either side of the ring post...driving his groin in the ring post at speed! Masters, Daniels, Waters and every male in attendance: OWWWWWWW!!! Blaze sits in shock and pain, his eyes watering. Nasty, Garrett and MtM all stop moving and wince. That is until Garrett grabs MtM and tosses him to the outside, into Nasty. Garrett then grabs Blaze and drags him to the middle of the ring. He covers! 1 2 KICKOUT! Waters, Masters and Daniels: The hell? Garrett looks in disbelief. Blaze, having regained some composure, rolls to the outside. Daniels: Wow...despite that painful miss...Blaze still able to save the match... Nasty re-enters the ring. He walks over to Garrett and begins striking him. Garrett retaliates with a knee to the stomach. He then follows up with a massive chop. Then another...and another! Masters: Nasty’s chest is being lit up by Garrett! The Fiscus tenacity really being shown here! Waters: And the Fiscus ignorance is shown right THERE! As Garrett focuses on Nasty, MtM sneaks in behind him. He grabs a handful of Garrett’s hair and yanks it towards him. He pulls Garrett into a backbreaker! Nasty recovers and walks over to MtM, but MtM quickly connects with a STO backbreaker! Daniels: I wonder how Mountain Man’s knee is feeling! That was like 500 pounds on his knee within 10 seconds! Waters: He’s fine Jarred! He’s showing real domination here...manhandling the two biggest men in the match! Mountain Man waits for Garrett to gingerly get to his feet. He gets behind Garrett...and locks in the Chainsaw Choke! Garrett tries to fight, but MtM has the move in tight! Garrett fades... Daniels: This could be it! The ref raises Garrett’s arm and it falls. He does it again...and it falls! Once again...but KB comes from nowhere with a springboard legdrop! He grins, massaging his still sore groin. MtM gets to his feet and charges at KB, but KB trips him and he lands on the second rope. KB waves to the fans and runs! Waters: Yeah buddy! He’s dialling up! KB goes for the 718...but MtM moves. He shoves KB, who hits the turnbuckle. Nasty, who is back to his feet, nails MtM in the back with a massive hand! He drags MtM towards the rope and starts trying to lift him over. MtM fights and tries to throw Nasty to the outside. Garrett, who has finally caught his breath, laughs and dumps BOTH men out of the ring! He then looks around and climbs out onto the apron! Daniels: What is he doing? Masters: Whatever it is...it’ll be awesome! Waters: I find myself agreeing with you more and more Masters...this could be a turning point! Garrett waits till both men climb back to their feet. He then leaps off the apron and connects with a double clothesline!! All three men land hard in a heap! Waters: Holy crap! Big man got height! Masters: Told you it’ll be awesome! Waters: Garrett has easily got to be my favourite Fiscus...but that’s like saying AJ is my favourite Backstreet Boy... Masters: ... Daniels: ... Backstreet Boys? Waters: What? Masters: ... Daniels: ... Backstreet Boys? Waters: What? I said I don’t like them! Masters: ... Daniels: ...but...you actually know their names? Waters: Yeah! Nick, AJ, Howie Brian and Kevin...oh crap... Masters: ...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Waters: Shut up Masters... Masters: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Waters: SHUT UP MASTERS! Masters: Wow Shawn...just wow... Waters: Let’s go back to the match! As the three big men on the outside slowly climb back to their feet, KB eyes the situation. He grins and runs, launching himself over the top rope, finishing up with a senton into the three big men. All four men are now on the ground! Waters: KB is back! Masters: Yeah Shawn...just like Backstreet... Waters: DROP IT! Masters: OK Shawn...I’m sorry...now let’s get back to this larger than life match. Waters: You’re an ass, Bill. You do realise how many people hate you, right? Masters: Yeah, I know...but...I want it that way... Waters: *sigh* Daniels: KB is back up! Blaze slides in the ring and takes a breather as the three big men slowly gather themselves and stand up. Nasty eyes off Blaze. MtM and Garrett look at each other, then at Nasty...and they nod! Garrett grabs Nasty in a full nelson hold and MtM begins striking away at his abdomen. Garrett then drives his abdomen into the ring post! Garrett let’s Nasty go, only for MtM to connect with a boot to the back of Nasty’s head, driving it back into the ring post! Waters: These two are working together? The hell is this? Masters: Oh come on Shawn...you are just as bad...I hate Blaze...no I love Blaze...nah...I hate him...no way...I love him! Make your mind up! Daniels: I think you guys need to stop arguing with each other and focus on the match...if you didn’t realise...Nasty has been busted open! MtM and Garrett aren’t done however. They each grab an arm and whip him forward, before jerking him backwards, driving him into the ring apron! Nasty drops to his knees. MtM and Garrett connect with a boot to either side of Nasty’s head, sandwiching it between! Daniels: Ouch... They then look in the ring at KB, who nods. They approach him from opposite sides of the ring. KB runs and dropkicks Garrett, who lands on the floor, still standing. MtM is behind KB however and connects with a chokeslam! He covers! 1 2 Garrett breaks it up! Garrett shoves MtM and covers KB! 1 2 MtM breaks it up! The two giants begin arguing. Waters: I knew it couldn’t last... MtM shoves Garrett and Garrett responds with a clubbing blow to the head. Garrett then nails a big boot. He turns around and finds KB on the top rope. KB flies off and dropkicks Garrett. Garrett uses the ropes to pull himself up, but KB leaps over him and guillotines him on the second rope. Garrett rests on the rope. KB runs and bounces off the opposite ropes...he comes back and connects with the 718! Garrett staggers back...right into Big Nasty, who tosses Garrett outside the ring. Blaze finishes Garrett off with a Holy Shot from the top rope to the outside! Waters: HOLY... Daniels: SHOT! Waters: I was going to say something else...but yeah...that works... Nasty stalks MtM. MTM stands, turns and receives a kick to the gut. Nasty then prepares for his famous finisher...the Nasty Bomb! Masters: We haven’t seen this move in a while! The fans cheer and MtM and lifted and dropped in one swift motion! Nasty raises his arms! Masters: Watch out Nasty! KB is back up! Nasty turns around just as Blaze leaps off...but Nasty is ready! He grabs Blaze by the throat and lifts him up...he chokeslams Blaze to the outside! Blaze crashes onto Garrett’s body, leaving Nasty alone in the ring with the prone MtM! Waters: Just pin him Nasty...you’ve got this! Daniels: I don’t think he is going to do that...I think he wants to make sure everyone knows he is back! Nasty lifts MtM to his feet and prepares for another Nasty Bomb. He drives MtM into the mat with more force than before! Masters: Yes! Waters: Oh crap...that’s one of the best Nasty Bomb’s I’ve ever seen! Alan Fiscus better watch out! Nasty covers! 1 2 3!!! Waters: He got it! Towers: Here is your winner...The Living Legend...BIG NASTY! Nasty celebrates in the ring as medics rush out to tend to MtM and Blaze. Masters: What a match that was...and what a return for Nasty! Waters: Indeed...that return almost equal the Back... Masters raises an eyebrow. Waters: ...In Black album for AC/DC...*shifty eyes* Daniels: And to think...this is only the first match tonight...what else is in store? We’ll find out after this! ***** The shot cuts to the backstage area where Ryan Lewis is standing with Buzzsaw and Morgan Mayhem, who is holding the CZW Ultraviolent Title over her left shoulder. Ryan Lewis: I’m standing backstage with the new CZW Ultraviolent Champion Buzzsaw, now the world is wonder why did Matt Covey come to your aid at the close of your match with Jakob Mayhem? Buzzsaw: Ryan you are not the first person to ask me what is up with Covey but the truth is I have no fucking idea why he showed up and got involved. I was in his ‘Bad Ass’ Invitational and yeah I heard a few rumors that I was the one he was pulling for but Jakob Mayhem got involved in my match with Edward Croft costing me my shot to win that invitational, so maybe he was a little pissed off about that, I don’t know, if you want to know Covey was thinking you should track him down and ask him. Ryan Lewis: Well for what ever reason Covey dragged you on top of Jakob Mayhem and you walked out of Summer Showdown as the new CZW Ultraviolent Champion and now tonight you face off with a CZW legend El Pablo… Buzzsaw: El Pablo is just that a legend here in the CZW, he’s done it all, a Grand Champion here, he’s the best of the best here and tonight I get my shot at the pink squirrel and a shot at yet another one of the legends of the CZW. I’m not here to be a stepping stone or just another one of the boys, I want to be the very best here and a win over El Pablo will send me right up the CZW ladder. Ryan Lewis: El Pablo isn’t an easy opponent… Buzzsaw: I never said that…don’t put words in my mouth Lewis, I know this isn’t going to be an easy match, you don’t become a Grand Champion by being an easy mark. People are building this match as some short of opposites match but I saw him and Brian Blaze raged a war at Summer Showdown, El Pablo can take a beating and dish one out, I know this, but I also know that I’m the new CZW Ultraviolent Champion and with that comes a reputation to be the sickest bastard in the company. Buzzsaw grabs the CZW Ultraviolent Title and holds it up to the camera. Buzzsaw: I have prided myself as being a hardcore warrior, been given the title of the Hardcore Icon, and now I have added this belt to my collection of hardcore titles, and where this belt has had some legendary men hold it I am now it’s master. Anyone thinking it’s going to be a walk in the park taking it from me has another thing coming. If you put your name on a contract to face me be ready…I’m not talking about pin falls count anywhere or shit like that, you want this belt be ready to lose some flesh and blood. I’m talking barbed wire fence matches and death matches. I’m going to bring a whole new being of violence to the Ultraviolent Championship and it starts tonight with El Pablo…. Someone starts to clap off screen and walks into the frame. Jakob and Ezra Mayhem walk behind Ryan Lewis as Morgan stands her ground. Jakob Mayhem: Moving speech Buzz, got me all worked up and excited. Ryan Lewis: Jakob this isn’t…. Ezra pushed Ryan Lewis aside. Jakob Mayhem: You see Ryan this week Ezra and I signed with McFarland Inc. Buzz and I are now a team short of speak and we want to make sure out teammate has someone watching his back tonight when he faces El Pablo, we wouldn’t want someone attacking him and costing him his shot at El Pablo… Buzzsaw glares at Jakob and walks away. Jakob: Don’t worry Buzz we got your back!!! Shot cuts to Jakob laughing and Ezra nodding.
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-=- WAYLON MAKES HIS DEBUT AGAINST THE KING OF CHAOS! -=-
***** Daniels: Well we are seconds away from one of the most anticipated débuts in some time. Waylon Krew was a superstar in Japan and a hit on YouTube and tonight he sets his sights on the former X Division Champion Tim Timmons. Masters: Tim Timmons is looking to go straight through this internet freak and right back into the X Division Title picture. Waters: All I know is that Waylon promised to show us all why he feels when it comes to Hardcore Wrestling he is top dawg and why he feels he is the next star in the CWZ. Daniels: Lets head up to the ring and get this started. Jessica Towers: Our next match is schedules for on fall….introducing first from Toronto, Ontario, Canada weighting in tonight at 268 lbs…he is the former CZW X Division Champion and the leader of the Next Generation…he is ‘The King of Chaos’ TIM TIMMONS!!!! ‘Wanted Man’ by Rev Theory hits and the fans come to their feet. Timmons storms out and rips his shirt off on his way to the ring and tosses it into the crowd. Timmons slides into the ring and climbs up onto the second rope and poses for the crowd. Jessica Towers: And his opponent making his CZW début tonight…he hails from Washington D.C. and weighs in tonight at a ripped 252 lbs…please welcome to the CZW… ‘Weed Wackin’ WAYLON KREW!!!! The crowd remains on their feet as ‘Light it Up’ by Rev Theory hits and Waylon walks out onto the stage. He smiles and then retreats back behind the curtain. After a second or two you here the rip of the cord and a motor ignited. Smoke begins to pour out from behind the curtain and out steps Waylon with his weed wacker. He walks to the ring with a sick smile on his face as Timmons slides out of the ring and begins to scream at the ref. Daniels: I don’t think anyone told Waylon that while he do push the rules here in the CZW we can not allow our wrestlers to use a weed wacker in a match. Masters: Oh bloody hell, he comes the next walking law suit in the CZW!!! Waters: Well CZW security is on it and trying to tell Waylon to kill the weed wacker, hell let him take it into the ring, lets make this match interesting. Daniels: The officials have gotten Waylon to kill the weed wacker and he puts it in his corner as Timmons rolls back into the ring. Masters: Smart move by the former champion staying away until they got this psycho to turn off that machine. Where in the bloody hell do we find these guys? Daniels: We listen to our fans and our fans were dying to see this man in the CZW. Masters: So what are the inmates running the asylum now? Waters: Hey if we don’t give them what they want they might flip over to the World Cup. Daniels: Come on now, nobody here in the USA gives a crap about soccer. Masters: It’s called FOOTBALL assholes. *DING DING DING* Daniels: Timmons circling Waylon and they lock up, and backs him into the corner. Masters: The ref asking for a clean break and Timmons puts his hands in the air… Waters: Nope…he smacks Waylon across the face and yells about the weed wacker. Daniels: Waylon not taking that and grabs Timmons and tosses him into the corner and lights him up with a knife edge chop. Fans: WOOO! Waters: The ref is trying to break this up but Waylon is on the attack. Masters: Waylon with blatant fists to the face of Tim Timmons. He’s nothing more than a back yard wrestler. Daniels: Waylon grabs Timmons by the throat and lifts him up onto the top rope, he hits him with a huge uppercut and starts to climb to the second rope. Waters: He has Timmons hooked and SUPERPLEX!!!! Masters: Bloody hell he knows a wrestling move!!! Daniels: Waylon up and starts yelling at the crowd who are cheering him on. Masters: It’s like the first time he hit that move…well it might have been the first time he did come to think about it. Waters: It was perfectly executed but he’s wasting too much time and Timmons is already getting up. Daniels: Timmons from behind waiting….waiting and Waylon turns into a boot to the guy, Timmons hooks him in and pumphandle slam on the newcomer. Masters: Tim Timmons is a season veteran and will not make the same mistake. Waters: Timmons drops for control and starts to wrench on Waylon’s neck. Daniels: Waylon powering up to the standing position and is trying to break Timmons grip. Waters: Waylon send Timmons into the ropes but he ducks the clothes line of Krew and rebounds off the ropes and floors Waylon with a forearm. Daniels: Timmons runs and bounces off the ropes and goes for a cross body but Waylon catches him… Masters: Look at this fool….he looks confused on what to do… Waters: Nope, fall away slam by Krew, Masters you better pray he doesn’t watch this tape. Masters: I have money on Waylon not knowing how to work a DVR, any takers…. Daniels: Waylon this time is not giving Timmons a chance to recover dragging him to his feet and hooks him in a DDT position, but Timmons is blocking it…. Waters: Timmons reaches out and finds the ropes and lifts Waylon over his head and over the top rope and onto the floor outside. Masters: That right where Waylon wants to be and Timmons is rolling out after him. Daniels: Timmons can hold his own out there and he’s stalking Waylon and pulling him to his feet and up into a slam… Waters: AND DROPS HIM ACROSS THE GUARD RAIL!!! Masters: The ref is yelling to take it back into the ring where this match belongs. Daniels: Well Timmons is ignoring him and reaching under the ring and….oh god he’s pulling out a table. Waters: Timmons wedges it in the corner and walks back over to Waylon as the ref continues to plead his case. Daniels: Timmons pulls Waylon up and tries to whip him into the table but Waylon blocks it by holding onto the guard rail. Timmons tries again but Waylon has a death grip on that rail. Masters: Timmons kicks the hand free and sends him towards the table… Daniels: BUT TURNS AND HIP TOSSES TIMMONS INTO THAT TABLE!!!!! CZW CZW CZW Waters: Waylon drops to his knees as Timmons is laying in what’s left of that table. Daniels: Waylon slowly getting up and tosses the time keeper out of his chair and makes his way back to Timmons who is on all fours. Waters: Waylon lifts the chair over his head and down hard across the back of Timmons. Masters: The ref should stop this right now! Daniels: Waylon drops the chair and goes looking for another table, he pulls it out and beings to set it up. Waters: We are in Waylon’s world now kids. Daniels: Waylon picks up Timmons and lays him across the… Waters: What does he have in mind? Masters: Waylon rolls back into the ring… Daniels: And he’s climbing to the top rope… Waters: HOLY SHIT HE SUMMERSAULTS OFF THE TOP ROPE ONTO TIMMONS!!!!!! CZW! CZW! CZW! Masters: Really smart move moron, you just took yourself out of this match. Daniels: Both men are down and the ref is checking on them… Waters: Waylon is starting to crawl out of the wreckage… Masters: Timmons too is rolling out of the mess… Daniels: Waylon is crawling towards his corner and…oh man god… Waters: He’s going for that weed wacker!!!! Masters: Someone stop him right not!!!! Daniels: The ref is checking on Timmons and doesn’t see this….he pulls the start and fires it up!!! Waters: Waylon Krew has bad intentions in his eyes as he walks towards Timmons who is still trying to get to his feet. Masters: Someone stop that maniac. Daniels: WAYLON STANDING OVER TIMMONS AND LOWERS THE WEED WACKER!!!! Waters: TIMMONS GRABS A PIECE OF THAT TABLE TO SHEILD HIMSELF!!! THE TRIMMER IS HITTING THE TABLE AS WAYLON LAUGHS!!!! Masters: The ref is trying to pull him off… Daniels: And Timmons take that opportunity to kick Waylon’s knee…. Waters: HOLY CRAP…WAYLON SWINGS THAT WEED WACKER OVER THE FAN’S HEAD IN THE FRONT ROW!!!! Masters: I told you this guy was a walking law suit….someone come out here right now and fire him. Daniels: Timmons to his feet as Waylon fights loose and once again turns that weed wacker towards Timmons. Masters: Here comes Carnage!!! It’s about time we got some help out here. Waters: Carnage grabs Waylon from behind and pulls that weed wacker out of his hands but Waylon floors the big man with a kick to the groin. Daniels: Timmons up and clotheslines Waylon over the guard rail. He picks up a chair and is looking to get some revenge. Masters: He should press charges. Waters: Timmons lines Waylon up and HUGE CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD!!!! Daniels: Waylon is busted open but still on his feet. Waters: Not for long…ANOTHER SHOT TO THE HEAD!!!! Daniels: Waylon staggers back deep into the crowd and the ref is now standing on the rail yelling at them to bring it back to the ring. Waters: Timmons now grabs Waylon and pushing him up the steps out in the crowd. Daniels: The camera is out there with them and Timmons and Waylon are at the top of the steps…Timmons smacks the chair twice on the floor and comes running at Waylon… Waters: TIMMONS LEVELS WAYLON WITH THAT CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE AND WAYLON FALLS BACKWARDS AND DOWN THE STEPS!!!!! Masters: That’s what he gets…he tried to mutilation Timmons with that weed wacker. Daniels: Tim Timmons stands at the top of those steps and raises the chair in the air as the fans cheer. Waters: The ref is calling for the bell….I think we is throwing this match out. *DING DING DING* Daniels: Well he never had control over it from the start. Waters: Timmons throws the chair down the steps at Waylon and walks out of section 232. Daniels: Well Timmons is showing that he is back focused on getting his belt back and well Waylon showed…. Masters: Waylon Krew showed he should be locked up. Waters: Yeah….he belongs right here in the CZW!!!! The camera cuts to a close up of the bloody face of Waylon Krew who opens his eyes and smiles at the camera. Daniels: He’s smiling…. Masters: That is a sick son of a bitch….
*****
-=- THE NEW SAWYER FACES A MYSTERY OPPONENT! -=-
***** As we return from commercial, the song “Godzilla” by Blue Oyster Cult begins to play, and the audience gives off a confused mix of cheers and boos. The music plays for almost thirty seconds before Godzilla Sawyer appears at the top of the ramp. He has dark circles under the eyes and hasn’t shaved for days. He looks almost embarrassed, like he doesn’t want to look the fans in the eye as he walks slowly down to the ring. He climbs the ring steps and takes the microphone, pausing for a long moment. Jarred: “Hopefully we’ll get some answers from the American Kaiju here tonight.” Masters: “He doesn’t need to explain himself, Jarred. Anyone in his right mind would have helped Fiscus at that moment.” In the ring, Godzilla sighs and speaks. Godzilla: “I have some things that I need to atone for.” The fans seems to cheer a little louder now. Godzilla: “At Summer Showdown, I made some mistakes in the heat of the moment and I need to apologize to my true wrestling fans.” The cheers get louder, almost as loud as his usual pop! Godzilla: “So tonight, as a gesture to show my CZW fans how much I appreciate them, I decided to do something different, something just for you folks watching. I looked back at former CZW would-be superstars looking for someone who had potential, someone who had a chance, but then didn’t last for reasons not in their control. Tonight I’m bringing someone back for a second chance at the limelight! I’ll let Jessica make the introduction.” Jessica Towers steps into the ring: “Godzilla Sawyer’s opponent tonight, weighing in at 202 lbs, hailing from Eugene, Oregon and recently graduated from high school...AWESOME SHAWN DUNCAN!” As Duncan exits the wrestler’s entrance, a strange musical score begins, and he seems a bit confused at the music, but he quickly gets into things as he shakes hands and hi-fives with the fans. He is small and lean but strong with short black hair, wearing a singlet of dark green and gold, the colors of the college he had attended. He is fast and energetic as he circles the ring and rolls in. Godzilla Sawyer watches with a bit of a grin. Shawn Duncan takes Jessica’s microphone. Duncan: “YEAH! How are you doing, New Jersey?” The crowd lets out a deafening cheer! Duncan: “When Godzilla Sawyer called me last week and personally invited me here saying that he wanted a clean match with me, and that it would be a chance for me to convince the Combat Zone executives to sign me back on, I couldn’t believe it. But now I’m here, with one of wrestling’s most popular guys, ready for a clean, well fought match. Even with the mix-up of my music...” Godzilla Sawyer holds up his hand and Duncan pauses. Godzilla: “Actually, I did that, and sorry I didn’t warn you. That music is actually the title theme for the first, original Toho film production “Mothra”. Duncan shakes his head: “I...don’t understand.” Godzilla: “You see, in the Japanese monster movies, Godzilla and Mothra were in several movies together. In some movies, they were generally friendly and helped each other, but in several they were enemies. At least three times in the movies, Godzilla killed Mothra. I thought, as your one-time theme, it would be fitting...” Duncan ponders this for a moment, and as he begins to speak, Godzilla Sawyer hits Shawn Duncan in the face with an elbow smash and calls for the bell! Masters: “HA HA HA! This is great!” Jarred: “How can you appreciate that! It was low-down, dirty...” Waters: “And the bell is ringing, the match is beginning.” Duncan stumbles back against the ropes and Sawyer stays on him, hitting with three more elbow smashes. Godzilla lifts Duncan off his feet into a bear hug, but then turns and slams him down in the middle of the ring. He slowly stands up and points out into the audience, turning as he shouts, “This is for all of you!” Godzilla leg drops the face of Shawn Duncan. He slowly stands again. Godzilla: “This is what you want!” He performs an elbow drop right to Shawn’s face, and we see blood streaming from the young man’s nose. Godzilla stands again. Godzilla: “But you always want more, don’t you?” Falling head butt to Duncan’s head, and now we see a cut above one of Shawn’s eyes bleeding sideways into his hair and ear. Godzilla stands again. Godzilla: “You want Extreme! Ultraviolent!” Godzilla performs another falling head butt to the other side of Duncan’s head. Godzilla goes for a slow pin, but sits up at the count of one. He grabs one of the microphones that are sitting in the ring. Godzilla: “Oh, yeah, that’s right. It isn’t a good CZW match without a signature move and finisher, is it? Sorry. I’ll make that up to you.” Sawyer stands up, then pulls the almost comatose ‘Awesome’ Shawn to his feet. He props Duncan into the corner and addresses the audience. Godzilla: “New move alert! New move alert! I plan to use this regularly, too.” Godzilla seems to prepare something just out of camera shot...then THROWS A BRIGHT ORANGE FIREBALL INTO DUNCAN’S FACE! As Duncan convulses in pain, Godzilla jumps up onto the second rope, locks Shawn in, and hit a perfect Atomic DDT with a loud THUMP! Sawyer with the pin. ONE... TWO... Jarred: “And Godzilla breaks the pin! This is despicable. It is totally uncalled for.” Godzilla, again with the mic: “Oh, yeah. It isn’t a proper CZW match without some glass, is it. Let me make that up to you all.” At this point the audience is booing loudly as Zilla rolls out of the ring, searches underneath...and brings out a light tube! He slinks back in, smiling as the audience continues to shout its displeasure...and he smashes the light tube across Duncan’s face! Duncan is not moving at this point, his face a bloody mess, as Godzilla goes for a pin. ONE... TWO... Jarred: “And he breaks his own pin again! What...?” Godzilla, into the mic: “Forgot to hook the leg. Gotta do this right.” Godzilla hooks the leg. ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Jessica: “Your winner, Godzilla Sawyer!” Godzilla: “No crap, Jessica. Your job is done now. You can go. And send the EMT’s along for Duncan, here. He needs some help.” Angry, Jessica walks away even as Sawyer rolls Duncan unceremoniously out of the ring, the injured young man falling to the ring floor. As the emergency personnel tend to Shawn, Sawyer addresses the audience. Godzilla: “That match had all the things that make a good CZW match! I hope you liked it.” BOOOOOOOOO! Godzilla, looking hurt: “Oh, Come on! I did a lot of research on this.” The crowd keeps booing and Sawyer nods, accepting the jeers. Godzilla: “I said earlier that I needed to apologize to my real wrestling fans...but then I dedicated my match to my CZW fans. That was not in error. I have realized that there is a very big difference between the two. You see, my true fans, the fans of The Working Man and The Kaiju Warrior, appreciate who I am and what I am. When I cleanly pin someone, they are right there with me. When I perform a finisher flawlessly, they let me know they appreciate it. If I challenge one of the real assholes that strut around like they are all that, my fans show me how much they want me to win. And if I take a title, I dedicate it to them and promise to hold the belt with honor and dignity. Those are the fans that watch me...when I wrestle for another promotion, in the Great Lakes area, and in Japan. “My CZW fans are a bit different, though. When CZW reaches its two-year mark and we were building up for ‘There Will Be Blood’, they put together some highlight reels for most of our stars, even some that hadn’t been with us very long. Fans had a chance to request favorite moments before the videos were put together. And you know something, I noticed a strange thing about the videos, and not just mine. They didn’t show too many of the big pinfall victories. My outwitting Tim Timmons in the Four Corners match wasn’t there. My beating Justin Marsham and that new guy who’s name I don’t remember last summer wasn’t there. Neither of my title wins in CZW were in that video, nor were any clips from any Union Production videos. What was there, and in some of the other guys’ videos? The stunt. The blood. The carnage. Mine showed me taking a staple gun to both El Pablo, something I’ve always regretted, and to Tim Timmons while he was in handcuffs as well. It showed me and Big Nasty in the infamous Maintenance match. In fact, every shot that the fans remember most, that they wanted to see, were the truly awful, violent ones. I worked here for a long time trying to give something to CZW fans that they don’t get from the other guys. I realize that this is an Ultraviolent promotion and I’d hoped that I would be a great success by not working that way, by adhering to what I believe wrestling should be and, in turn, giving the fans matches that would be different from the rest. Kind of the reverse of a mainstream promotion, which books standard rules matches but has a few guys that can do the Hardcore style for specialty matches. Since ‘There Will Be Blood’, though, I’ve had to take a hard look at CZW’s fans. You know what I realized? “You people are sick in the head. You are twisted, you all have screws loose, one card short of a deck! How many cats have you killed in your basements? All in all its just another brick in the wall, and you should all be on Shutter Island!” “BOOOOOOOOOOO!” Godzilla: “The truth hurts, don’t it. Fact is, this promotion is full of athletes who want to please you all, but you are never satisfied with the blood. You push us and push us like weird vampires-by-proxy. El Pablo works his ass off for you, but even he, the man who bleeds like no other and seems to bounce back from impossible injuries, had to take some time off to heal. And in a year, he’ll probably have to take another six months off. How many times will he get away with that before his body just can’t come back from it? And that’s the sick part of this. Not only are all of you blood-thirsty voyeurs who want to see one of us bleed out and die before your eyes, but YOU DON’T EVEN CARE! But you know what is even worse, because just when you think it can’t be so bad, it gets worse...You boo your champion like he is Adolf Hitler reincarnated and all he is doing is GIVING YOU WHAT YOU WATCH CZW FOR! What kind of sense is that? Is it because he doesn’t bow down to the almighty fan after bleeding buckets during a match. And Karl Jackson is better because he targets Montana and Fiscus, the men you hate? Karl Jackson still shows videos of him as if he is killing other CZW superstars. I really don’t see the difference! “I’ve decided it is in my best interest to change how I do things here. Now, in other places I might wrestle, I’m still going to be the role-model, the good boy, the honorable wrestler and champion. Here, though, the best way to keep myself from injury and prolong my overall career is to put my opponent down as quickly and hard as I can. If I put him out, he won’t get back up to cause me injury. So my brutality against Shawn Duncan tonight was just a taste of what is to come, and please don’t blame me. I’ll just be giving you what you want.” Suddenly we hear a different but familiar music: “Blue Collar Man’ by Styx. Even as Godzilla looks surprised, his former partner Billy Williams, former wrestler The Janitor and current CZW booker, sprints down to the ring and slides in. Godzilla: “Billy, what are you doing here? This really doesn’t concern you.” Billy: “I’m still your friend, JA, and I’m not sure I believe what I’m hearing. Even if you decide to wrestle a more Hardcore style, that doesn’t explain why you gave the victory to Alan Fiscus, why you turned your back on Karl Jackson. You brag about how you have never, ever turned traitor to a partner.” Godzilla thinks about it for a moment, then nods: “You know, you are right, and I was not going to bring that up tonight, but since you asked nicely I’ll tell you. I haven’t turned on anyone. I never intended to join up with Jackson OR The Next Generation. You see, I went to Jesse Montana and presented my idea of how we could keep the title belt off of Karl Jackson. Jackson had left for a time, you see, and as I’ve said before, I really didn’t like that he waltzed in and got the chances he did when guys who had been around forever and really deserved a shot didn’t get one. He should have started from the bottom, had to win a few matches before ever even getting an opportunity like the Tower of Power. It didn’t even matter if I got a World Championship Match, I just didn’t want Jackson to win. “Simply put, since I was going to make such a huge change, I might as well go all the way. Jesse Montana makes things happen. When he gets behind you, you get results. Yes, I know that eventually, I might be on Jesse’s bad side again. Yes, I know that he turns on most of his associates eventually or they turn on him. For now, though, we’ve come to an agreement, and it is a good one. He knows I’m not his flunky and I know he’s not going to give me the world on a plate.” Billy: “I just can’t believe this, JA. Working with Jesse? You can’t believe you will get the better end of the deal! He’s a good administrator but you can’t trust him on a personal level.” Godzilla: “Well, Billy, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but this has been building for a long time and I’m not turning back now. I don’t care who’s feelings I’m hurting. This entire thing, from start to finish, from helping Karl, joining Next Generation, to antagonizing the Fiscus family, was all to put me in a position where I could decide the ending of that match at Summer Showdown. Even if I hadn’t beaten Alan in that Overdrive match, I would be in the same place, the top tier of CZW, and I’m going to do everything I need to so I can remain on top. And Billy, Jesse and I actually discussed you earlier tonight. I knew you would approach me at some point, and he has a message for you.” Billy begins to ask what when Sawyer hits HIM in the face with an elbow smash, just as before. He follows with two more, then whips Billy Williams into the ropes and hits with a falling clothesline! Billy is hurt but Godzilla whips him up to his feet. He positions his former partner as if for an Atomic Drop and lifts him up, but then falls forward, slamming Billy down on his back in a modified suplex. Finally, he comes off the ropes and hits with a vicious knee drop to Billy’s forehead. Sawyer makes a fake pin attempt, slaps the mat twice, then breaks his own attempt. He rises to his knees and grabs a microphone. Sawyer: “Oh, I forgot. Need the classic finisher. The Working Man finisher. It’s only fitting.” Godzilla slowly, confidently, climbs out of the ring and up the turnbuckle. The audience is screaming, with many begging for him to stop. Once on the top rope, he pauses, putting his hand to his ear very Hulk Hogan-like, and then smiles at the jeering he is receiving. He looks down at Billy and seems to think twice...before launching into the air! Masters: “I can’t believe I’m saying this! Wrecking Ball top rope splash on Billy Williams! This is so great.” Jarred: “I...I can’t believe this either. This is a truly dark day in CZW history.” In the ring, Sawyer is on his feet with a mic in hand. He looks down on his fallen friend. Godzilla: "Billy, you're services with CZW are no longer required. We wish you luck with your future endeavors." Jarrd: "WHAT???" audience: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sawyer then looks out at the audience. Sawyer: “Remember, I’m just doing what you watch us for. This is on you, not me.” The audience continues to cry and jeer as Sawyer makes his way to the back.
***** Several people are seen giving out vuvuzela. Almost immediately you hear the distinctive buzz of the horns that many people say have ruined the world cup games. Waters: The hell are these horns doing at a wrestling event in New Jersey? Don't the fans know that the World Cup is in South Africa and not America? Masters: Yeah the Americans are out so I don't care and these horns are annoying. Daniels: You didn't care before the Americans got in. Masters: Yeah because of the damn vuvuzelas. The buzz is heard of the chuckles of a familiar voice on the CombatTron but as Mike King is shown the crowd hushes because he has one of those quiet paddles from golf. Waters: Oh no, what does he want? King lowers the paddle. King: Ladies and gentlemen, it is "The Wacky Rudo" himself Mike King, the CZW Intercontinental Champion. The crowd's boos drown out the few vuvuzelas that are still going off. King: Some people thought my career was over when Alan Fiscus beat the crap of me in Buffalo, I disagreed and I proved them wrong. I came back from not only that, but a drug problem. Some people out there would think that my luck ran out, I disagreed and I proved them wrong. I am the new CZW Intercontinental Champion. Now you some people would make you think that I am a fake champion. I disagree and I'll prove them wrong. Then you have others who would argue that I am not the champion because I didn't beat the champion. I agree with that. I don't when I'll be able to have a match with Brian Kirkland but rest assured, if I am to chose my first opponent for my first defense, it would be you. The crowd boos again. King: And knowing CZW like I do, they might put me in a match with Kimo Newton instead. Even though the fact is I beat him and I am done with him. I proved to him that being straight edge means I am better than him. I beat him because unlike him, I chose life over death. I chose that I would not kill myself with rum and pills. Instead I am have ginger ale, root beer and birch beer. If you want to change you can do it, I'm living proof. It's hard as hell to keep strong and fight against the grain but I've done it and succeeded. The crowd boos again. King: Try hard and even you too can succeed. A few fans start a Mike King sucks chant. King: Now Shawn Waters. I am not sure what your beef is with me and I would like to end it. I am not sure why you called all my move with random band names on commentary but I liked a few. As a matter of fact, I've come up with some of my own. First off my cobra clutch spun into a lariat shall be known as the Quiet Riot from this day forth. The crowd boos King. King: Second my Hart Attack clothesline shall be known as the Ratt Attack and the Flying Ratt Attack will be the name of the top rope variation. The crowd continues to boo King. King: The Gamanguri jumping high kick shall be called the Kix Kick and my Triad Kick will now be called the Triad Kix Kick. The crowd boos. Waters: Kix? He's naming a move after Kix? King: My Tiger suplex and Tiger driver will now be known as the White Lion Suplex and the White Lion Driver. The crowd continues to boo. Masters: White Lion, REALLY? King: And I've saved the best for last. My Falcon Arrow is now called the Falcon Aerosmith. My Divorce Court will now be known as the Crue Bar DDT and the Keylock Driver is the Crue Bar Facebuster. The crowd boos. Daniels: Aerosmith and Motley Crue, now that's what I'm talking about! Masters: You would. King: That's all I got. Now have fun with the vuvuzelas I've handed out. (King disappears from the CombatTron.) Waters: Even though he is the bastard to hand out those horns, at least he ran with a joke. I'll give him that. Masters: So does that mean you beef is done with him. Waters: We'll see. ***** The scene cuts backstage, where we see a member of the CZW production crew in discussion with another gentlemen who stands with his back to the camera. Although nothing about his appearance is immediately familar, his build suggests that he is a wrestler of some description. CREW MEMBER: ..for that, you need to go down towards section D, take a left at El Pablo's "I'm Going Solo, f**k CZWShop.com" Merchandise stand, then at the next exit.. Suddenly, the discussion is interrupted by a black cloth bag being shoved violently over the mysterious wrestler's head, and him being dragged down to the floor by.. Kris Kash! Kash immediately starts raining fists and kicks down upon the wrestler, as the crew member makes a speedy getaway. Kash then turns his attention to a nearby buffet table, removing one of the metal food trays and waiting for the wrestler to get back to his feet. He does, and Kash promptly smashes him right in the forehead with the tray, the force denting it almost in half around the wrestler's head. KASH: Yeah, what!? Think you gonna take my spot, huh!? You think you the big man!? We'll see about that, boy! Kash dishes out a few kicks into the stomach of the grounded wrestler, then picks him up and drags him along the corridor towards a supply closet. On the opposite side of the corridor is a vending machine, which Kash promptly whips the wrestler into, before yanking the door of the closet open. A few random bits of wood and metal come flying out of the doorway, before Kash re-appears with a large metal chain. KASH: Yeah.. see how you like this, boy! Kash wraps the chain around the neck of the still-"masked" wrestler, pulling it tight in an apparent attempt to choke the life out of whoever it is. He then wraps the other end of the chain around a nearby section of piping, stringing the wrestler up like a dog. Kash then returns to the supply closet, re-emerging a few seconds later with a wrench. KASH: So yeah.. you think you can just waltz in and take MY spot? You think you DESERVE to represent Blood & Money Inc.? As the wrestler staggers to his feet, Kash promptly swings the wrench, driving it into the wrestler's stomach. The wrestler doubles over, and Kash follows up with a clubbing blow to the back of the head. The wrestler crumples motionless to the floor, as a team of CZW security officers immediately descend on Kash, dragging him away down the corridor. KASH: Lesson one, bitch.. I AM Blood & Money Inc.! YOU HEAR ME!? I AM BLOOD & MONEY INC.!!! Kash continues to talk smack as security drags him away out of shot. The camera pans down to look at the lifeless body of whoever this wrestler is, lingering for a few moments before cutting back to the commentary team. DANIELS: ..I don't know what to say. That was just.. just.. SHOCKING! An absolutely heinous assault from Kris Kash, on who I assume is the man who was set to be Alex Kaelin's partner for the main event tonight. WATERS: "Was" is the right word, Jarred, I don't see how he can possibly compete tonight after an assault like that!
*****
-=- BAD ASS INVITATIONAL FINALS! -=-
-INTERIOR DECORATING CONTEST!-
"Canada's Finest" Edward Croft vs. "The Intern" Chris Tolwar
***** Waters: “Seriously…this pre-match info…” Daniels: Thanks for tuning into CZW Overdrive. Masters: Or welcome back, for those of you who've been here since the start and just watched four minutes of half-assed commercials. Daniels: Either way, if you're just joining us, we've got a spectacle on our hands folks. After weeks of improvised one on one matches, the Bad Ass Invitational finds a winner here in Trenton, New Jersey! Masters: I'm still not entirely sure this tournament was even signed off on. I asked Jesse Montana the other day, what he thought of our finalists, and well... I'll just show you. *video package* William Masters is seen backstage with a classic thin mic in hand. Standing just outside the "CZW President" office, he raps at the door with a few knocks. When the door opens, Jesse Montana appears, looking a little more stressed than usual as strands of his thinning hair dangle loosely in his face. Masters: Mr. Montana, sir? A quick word, if I may? Montana: What is it, Masters? I got paper work piled up to my ass in here. Masters: I was wondering, what are your thoughts on the finalists in the BA Invitational? Montana: BA Invitational? What the hell is that? Beautiful Agony become a frat house? Masters: No, sir. I'm refering to the "Bad Ass Invitational". A tournament designed by Matt Covey to find the next "Bad Ass". Montana: What?!? Who the hell allowed this? Who the hell runs this show when I'm busy? Alan Fiscus, Eddie Rowan, and Mike Monroe? Masters: That's purely speculation, sir. Montana: Whatever the case may be, I've had it up to here *hand held high above his receeding hairline* with that son of a bitch! He puts knives to my ref's throats, interferes in title matches, and now he runs his own tournament? I swear to God, if I hear his name one more time today, I'm gonna blow my brains against these office walls! A woman's voice is heard from within the office, presumably Jesse's secretary. Woman: Mr. Montana? Montana: What now? Woman: There's a "Bad Ass" on line one. Says he's going to set your Bentley on fire if he doesn't get health benefits soon. Montana: MOTHER FU.... The office door slams in Masters face as the scene fades. *end video package* Masters: Wow. Well, if there's any one man who can get under the boss' skin, it's Matt Covey. And speaking of which... "Sonne" by Rammstein erupts over the arena, the New Jersey crowd on their feet for a man who's almost a hometown hero to them. An explosion of pyro, a beer thrust high into the air, and the crowd is on fire. Matt drinks the last from his bottle and then casualy throws it off into the crowd somewhere. Maybe it hit somebody, maybe it didn't, the crowd is far too loud to hear one specific person yell, "OOOOOOOW!!! SHIT!!!" Matt's normal unkempt look remains the same in his cut off sleeve work shirt and busted ass denim jeans. He drags his cooler of beer behind him as he makes his way down the ramp. At ringside, a random fan holds out a sign reading "Think til you can't drink straight!" Amused, Matt stops and goes into his cooler, handing the fan a beer. Then he continues on his way to the commentator's desk where he takes his seat alongside Masters and Daniels. Placing a head set on, he appears ready to call the match. Daniels: Welcome, Bad Ass. It's always a pleasure to call these matches with you. Masters: Fortunately for me, this will be our last. Bad Ass: Awwww. Don't be like that Masters. I've come to think of us as friends. Masters: Really? Bad Ass: God no! Somebody would have to be f**ked in the head to hang with you dipshits. I'll give Ed a call. See if he needs any friends. Daniels: Hey! What did I do? Bad Ass: You were born a pussy, Daniels. And Masters was born a kiss ass with a homosexual chip on his shoulder. Masters: Ha! He called you a pussy! Bad Ass: My point is, neither of you douchebags have what it takes to be a Bad Ass. Thank God, one of these two men does! Cut to Jessica Towers. *Wow! That's two shows in a row I've remembered to use her!* Jessica Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the finals of the Bad Ass Invitational! Introducing first, hailing from the Bronx in New York... "Canada's Finest" Edward Croft! "Rock Bottom" by Eminem suddenly thumps all around the arena, the masses turning to an immediate chorus of boos. Croft makes his appearance atop the stage, ignoring the mass hysteria. He simply flexes a bit, making sure he's in top shape before descending upon the ring. He makes a pass by the announcer's table, stopping to eye the platinum brass knuckles with the diamond encrusted word "Bad Ass" upon them, through the glass case it currently resides under. Croft points to the knucks while eyeing Matt Covey, and vocally stating that they belong to him. He then enters the ring, the crowd still booing the hell out of him. Masters: Wow this crowd is really eating him alive! I thought he was the good guy! Daniels: There's always been a bit of a rivalry between New York and Jersey. Bad Ass: I don't have that problem, although I like to tell people I hail from "Anywhere I damn well please", like Croft, I did my time living in the Bronx. Yet I also spent my summers at Ed's place here in Trenton. Daniels: You straddle that fine line, huh? Bad Ass: Hell no! I don't "straddle" shit! These people just obviously know better than to piss me off. And that's fine by me. When the berating of Croft and his residence is complete, Jessica continues. Jessica Towers: And the opponent, making his way out of San Jose, California. "The Intern" Chris Tolwar! "You're the Best" by Joe Esposito begins to play next. And as awesome as that song is, it's not enough to get the crowd behind Tolwar as he hits the stage to a similiar chorus of boos. Wearing his light hearted grin, he also chooses to ignore the crowd as he sprints towards the ring. In similiar fashion, he also pauses to eye the prize, but instead of entering the ring immediately afterwards, Tolwar goes digging under the ring apron, never letting his eyes leave the knucks. Chris ignores the referee who's trying to usher him into the ring, pulling out trash cans, boxes full of empty bottles, a few chairs, a bag of thumbtacks, two cymbals from a drum set, and a.....digital camera? In the ring, Croft just shrugs and exits the ring, going so far as to walk up behind Tolwar, and just stand there. His presence doesn't go unnoticed for long, but Chris Tolwar just starts handing Croft shit that he keeps pulling out from under the ring. A garden hose, a ceramic flower pot, an economy size can of Folgers coffee... Daniels: Um...what's going on here? Masters: Looks to me like Tolwar wants to go all the way with this thing. Daniels: But he's handing his opponent weapons! Masters: Yes? And Croft is politley allowing him to continue. Bad Ass: This is gonna be one helluva match. Just give it time. Tolwar is still digging, handing Croft a teddy bear, an oversized prop pencil, a gallon of milk, a bottle of Windex window cleaner, and a fraternity paddle. Once Croft has his hands on the fraternity paddle, he drops all the other objects and swings it hard against Tolwar's back! Chris stops digging for weapons, and begins to pace around the ring on his knees, his back lit up til it's red. Croft stalks him, and takes a second shot, blistering the skin on Tolwar's back. Croft seems to be enjoying the game, as he follows up with two more shots to Tolwar's back, before they finally come full circle back to the pile of foreign objects they had left laying everywhere. Before Tolwar can grab a weapon and defend himself, Croft grabs him by the spandex and rolls him in under the bottom rope and into the ring. Once Croft joins him in the ring... *DING DING DING* The match is officially underway! Chris Tolwar is stalked back into a corner by the paddle wielding Edward Croft. Tolwar tries to fake to the left and then the right, but Croft is matching him move for move. Finally, Tolwar skirts out of the corner with his back to the ropes. Croft comes at him with an overhead swing with the paddle! But Tolwar ducks! The paddle hits the top rope and bounces back into the face of Edward Croft! Croft immediately drops the paddle, clutching at his nose which might be broken. Tolwar scrambles on all fours to the paddle. Grabbing it up, he swings it viciously to the back of Croft's knee, effectively chop blocking him. Croft's back hits the mat hard, while Croft follows up with a second shot to the front of Croft's same kneecap. Croft screams aloud as he clutches at his leg. Not satisfied, Tolwar begins to use the paddle like a sword, crashing it's edge against Edward Croft's ankle repeatedly. Daniels: Chris Tolwar looking to take Croft out in the early going. Bad Ass: You can't win a match if you can't walk. To protect his ankle, Croft rolls over onto his stomach, trying to get to his knees so he can further protect his injured extremities. But Tolwar doesn't relent. In a fashion of payback, Tolwar brings the wooden paddle cracking against Croft's back. Having had enough, the paddle explodes into splintered wood as it breaks against Croft's spine! Edward hits the mat again, his face flustered and red with agonizing pain. Tolwar goes to exit the ring, pausing long enough to throw the broken handle at Croft. He then drops to the floor, looking through the rummage of goodies at his disposal. He picks up a trash can, dumping it's contents out onto the floor. Nipple clamps, darts, a cascade of Justin Bieber cds, and a hammer fall out onto the floor. Tolwar eyes the hammer but also looks back to the pile of unwanted cds. His curious side wins out, and he begins opening the cd cases, grabbing as many disks as he can get his grubby paws on. In the ring, Croft struggles to get his leg back into proper functioning order. He turns and looks for his opponent as a cd whizzes past his face, grazing his cheek. Before he can question the act, a second pings him square in the forehead and shatters! Daniels: Who would have thought that a Justin Beiber cd could hurt so much! Bad Ass: If you had to listen to that lame ass shit on the radio, you'd be feeling Croft's pain right about now. At ringside, still chucking cd's, the humorous side of Tolwar begins to show face as he belts out the tune. Chris Tolwar: Oh baby, baby, baby. Ooooooh! Another cd pings Croft in the face, but now it's more of an annoyance than a shock. Ignoring the shiny disks that whiz all around him, Croft runs at the ropes and vaults over the top, crashing into Tolwar with a flying body press as they fall back into the trash can, denting it all to hell! Croft rollsover first, still grabbing at his ankle from the earlier assault. As Tolwar goes to sit up, Croft grabs the nearest object and blasts it over Chris' head! Masters: Ceramic flower pot to the head! Tolwar falls onto his back again, trying to shake off the daze and plaster dust. Daniels: So who's your pick for the outcome, Matt? Bad Ass: I don't have one. Both men have more than proved they deserve to be here. Croft is a technical beast with a newfound hunger for the hardcore. Tolwar is a bull of a man, with a stubborn heart and a roid rage issue. Nevermind the fact that one is Canadian and the other trained by Mike King. Outside of those flaws, either one of these guys could be the next Bad Ass. Croft has grabbed one of the steel chairs and has set it up on the arena floor, pausing to sit in it for a moment. Then something catches his eye. He approaches the announcers desk and reaches into Daniels' jacket pocket, removing a red handkerchief. As Tolwar gets to his knees, Croft starts grabbing random objects and begins throwing them at Tolwar, much in the same fashion that Chris had been throwing cds. A glass bottle shatters at it collides with Tolwar's head! Dazed, Chris somehow by steps two more bottles before a fourth bounces off his head with a "THUNK!" sound without actually shattering. As Tolwar struggles to think straight, Croft unleashes the red bandana. Chris reaches to his face, his fingers coming back with traces of blood. Suddenly, Tolwar is enraged! His face is beet red, and his nostrils are flaring! Croft waves the red bandana like a matador, tempting the raging Tolwar to charge at him. At the last second, Croft side steps and catches Chris' foot in a drop toe hold which promptly brings Tolwar's face crashing into the seat of the steel chair! A "BANK!!!" sound echoes from the chair, as Tolwar's face shows little signs of life. Croft follows up, grabbing Tolwar's head and driving it into the seat a few more times, each shot echoing off the steel chair. Wasting no time, Croft lifts the bull back onto his feet and rolls his unconscious form back into the ring. He lifts Tolwar into powerslam position, but instead, walks his foe towards a corner where he ties Chris up in the tree of woe position. Masters: Oh, here it comes! Bad Ass and Masters stand to their feet placing a hand over their hearts as Croft climbs the tunbuckle, driving his heel into Tolwar's groin as he proudly sings his national anthem aloud, the crowd booing every second of it. Edward Croft: Ô Canada! Terre de nos aïeux, Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux! Car ton bras sait porter l'épée, Il sait porter la croix! Ton histoire est une épopée Des plus brillants exploits. Et ta valeur, de foi trempée, Protégera nos foyers et nos droits. Protégera nos foyers et nos droits. As Croft finishes his song, Bad Ass and Masters sit back down in their seats. Croft climbs back down and unties his tortured victim, allowing Tolwar to fall face first onto the mat. Daniels: Wow, the Canadian Nut Squash. It's been a while. Masters: You no longer get to speak, Daniels. You refused to acknowledge the national song of another culture, you uncultured swine! Daniels: What? but I... Bad Ass: I believe he just told you to shut the f**k up, Daniels. Neighbor hater. Croft grabs Tolwar by the leg and drags him to the center of the ring where he attempts the first pin of the match. 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . No! Tolwar thrusts a large arm into the air, effectively raising his shoulder from the mat. Croft frowns and then tries again. 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . No! Tolwar kicks out again! Croft looks frustrated, but proceeds to pick Tolwar up again. With a quick kick to the sternum, Croft easily doubles Tolwar over. He then plants his foe with a snap ddt! Tolwar's eyes are glazed over as Croft applies a rear nacked choke hold. The referee checks Chris' condition, asking him several times if he wants to quit. The ref doesn't get either a "yes" or a "no". Primarily because Croft has locked his choke in tight enough that Tolwar can't breathe, his face turning a prune shade of purple. Chris doesn't look to have any life left in him as the referee goes to check his arm. The referee lifts Chris' right arm, and then releases it, watching it fall loosely to the mat. 1 The referee grabs his arm a second time, as Croft continues applying more pressure to his choking victim. The arm once again dangles loosely. 2 The ref goes for the last arm raise, ready to call for the bell at any moment. He let's the arm go...but Tolwar manages to keep it held high into the air! A small burst of cheers from the crowd as the match looks to continue! The referee signals to the bell ringer that there was in fact NO submission. Trapped still, Tolwar begins to roll to the left and right, like a turtle on his back. He manages to roll over onto his knees and somehow stands up with Croft still on his back! Tolwar releases a thunderous roar and then backs up as fast as he can go into a corner, crushing Croft! Leaving the corner, Croft is still somehow managing to hold on. Tolwar backs into the corner violently again! This breaks Croft's hold around his neck, freeing the bull! Chris catches a quick breath before turning and dropkicking Croft's injured ankle out from under him! Capitalizing, Tolwar mounts Croft's back, locking in an impressive looking camel clutch. The veins in Croft's throat pulse violently as his chin is pulled back, away from his neck. Daniels: And now it's Tolwar with the submission! It almost looks as if these guys are trying to out do each other. Do you think they're trying to impress you? Bad Ass: Not like they have to. I've seen every man they beat to get to here. Don't prove shit to nobody, just beat a man's ass, and do it not becacuse you have to, but because you WANT to. Masters: What about this display of technical prowess? Bad Ass: It's not my way, but hey, Bad Ass is a lifestyle, not a prototype. You don't have to look like, fight like, or talk like a Bad Ass, to be a Bad Ass. Either one of these guys could carry the title proudly, and in their own way. Tolwar continues stretching Croft out in the center of the ring. The referee is looking to see any signs of Croft's forfeit, but Tolwar won't let him get anywhere close without kicking at the official and shooing him away. Tolwar finally releases the hold, using his foot to drive Croft's face hard into the mat with a curb stomp! While Croft grabs at his face again, Chris....um....sticks his hands down his tights *his own, not Croft's* and pulls out...the digital camera from before! Croft cralws to the ropes and uses them to brace himself as he stands, but he has no idea that Tolwar is stalking him. As Croft turns around, Tolwar places the camera in his face and takes a picture! The flash at close range, blinds Croft spins in a circle trying to regain his vision. Tolwar follows up with a small package, lying his head against Croft's groin where he takes a picture! Daniels: The Banana Phone package with photographic evidence!!! Bad Ass: Um...okay. Why not? The ref makes the count. 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . Croft kicks out! Daniels: Almost a three count! Masters: That would have been down right embarassing. Bad Ass: Yes folks, you saw it here first! A digitial camera is in fact a useful weapon. I don't know how. It just is. Croft continues to blink, his sight slowly coming back to him. But Tolwar doesn't hesitate to follow through. He grabs Croft by the hair, pulling him to his feet, but amazingly, Croft feels around and finds Tolwar's legs, rolling under him and pulling Tolwar's legs out from under him! As Tolwar hits the mat with his face, Croft locks in an ankle lock! A sudden jolt of pain is all the information Tolwar needs to know he's in trouble! Tolwar grabs his head with his hands, trying to think of a clear escape route as he screams. He forcefully pushes himself off the mat with his hands and begins to drag himself and Croft to the nearest rope! Grabbing the rope, the ref has no choice but to force Croft to break the hold, which he is hesitant to do as he twists on Chris' ankle with all his might! The referee has to step in and try to pull Croft off, while at the same time, Tolwar begins using his free leg to kick at his foe. After a few more seconds, Croft finally releases the hold, rolling to the opposite side of the ring. Tolwar rushes to get back on his feet, and just in time as Croft charges in for an attack. But Tolwar manages to grab his incoming rival in a bear hug, before overhead belly to belly suplexing him over the top rope to the arena floor! Croft crashes into the unused steel chair and a cymbalHe looks dizzy as he's just flipped all over the place with that last tumble. In the ring, Chris Tolwar heads to the top rope... Daniels: Wait. What's he doing?!? Tolwar flies from the top rope to the outside, his knees tucked in close to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around them! A rising Croft takes the full impact of the move, flyuing backwards into the announcer's table where he hits his head! Bad Ass: Holy shit! Did that fat mother f**ker just do a cannonball?!? Masters: I believe he did! Bad Ass: Hell yeah, Tolwar! The crowd begins chanting "Holy shit! Holy shit!" all across the arena after the high flying move connects. Tolwar struggles to get up, looking like the ankle lock had more effect after his fall to the arena floor. He shakes his leg a bit, trying to walk it off, when he notices the cymbals. Grabbing them up, he grins malevolantly through blood stained teeth. Perhaps he bit his tongue, I never covered any mouth busting action before this moment. He creeps up on Croft and then blasts him in the head with a cymbal. And then a shot from the second cymbal. Croft falls to his knees, unsure of his surroundings. Tolwar uses the open advantage to crash the cymbals together on each side of Edward Croft's head! Edward's head rocks like a bobblehead afterwards. Tolwar laughs aloud and goes for a repeat performance of his one hit wonder. But Croft manages to duck this time! The cymbals clash into each other, and Croft delivers a punishing low blow to Tolwar! The light in Tolwar's eyes has died! Croft on wobbly legs, lifts Tolwar and plants him into the box of glass bottles with a spinning spinebuster! The sound of glass shattering everywhere, erupts from beneath Chris Tolwar's body! Bad Ass: That's what I'm talking about! Bring the f**king pain! Masters: Would you trade me seats, Daniels? He scares me. Daniels: Um...no. The Zebra Brigade (more refs) come running from the back. They roll Tolwar over to inspect his lacerations. Croft isn't looking much better, but he's on his feet. Edward grabs the gardenhose and stumbles forward, towards the bull and zebras. Croft begins swinging the hose violently over his head like a helicopter. He uses it like a whip, lashing at the referees who quickly abandon the situation and flee in terror. Croft kneels and begins tying the gardenhose around Tolwar's ankle. After a few moments of struggling with the hose, Croft gets back to his feet. He goes to lift Tolwar again, but Chris faintly manages to reach out and grab the gallon of milk, which he promptly swings and busts against Edward's face! Croft is covered in milk! Seeking desperate advantage, Tolwar grabs the large comedy prop pencil, and uses it like a spear to jab Croft in the ribs! Tolwar rolls onto his stomach and tries to crawl under the ring, but Croft grabs the gardenhose and begins pulling him back out again. Tolwar is out from under the ring again, and he's brought a gift wrapped box and...a blow-up doll?!? Daniels: Hey! That's my girlfriend!!! *Masters and Matt eye Daniels with awkward expressions* Tolwar swings the blow-up doll at Croft, each soft hit making a squeekie noise. More of an annoyance than actual weapon, Croft takes the doll away and bites a hole in it's ass, sending the doll flying across the arena with a high pitched squeel until it's deflated ass lands in the crowd somewhere. Bad Ass: Hey Daniels, you're girlfriend just farted. Still desperate, Tolwar throws the gift wrapped box next. Croft catches the box, and his curiosity momentarilly gets the best of him. Seeing that Tolwar is more motivated to flee than fight, Edward goes ahead and opens the box, throwing the top and wrapping at Chris. He reaches in the box and pulls out what appears to be a picture in a frame. The look on Croft's face suddenly turns to repulsion, his face turning a shade of green. He quickly drops the picture frame back in the box and drops the box, walking away from it as fast as he can go. Tolwar can't believe his luck! Whatever was in the box, could still be used as a weapon, and so Chris Tolwar grabs the box. And then he pulls out the picture in the frame. Daniels: What's in the box? Masters: A head. Now shut up and let me watch the match. Tolwar's face suddenly turns a shade of green as well! He goes to throw the picture away, but it lands on the announcer's desk, while Tolwar vomits into the dented trashcan from earlier. Everyone looks puzzled, as Daniels grabs up the picture in the frame, eyeing it carefully. Daniels never says a word, he merely gets up, takes off his headset and runs to the back as fast as one scrawny man's legs will carry him. Masters grabs the frame and turns it over so he and Matt can see it...
Bad Ass: HOLY f**kIN' SHIT!!! Montana posed for PLAYGIRL?!? Agh! Get it away from me! Masters: I don't see what the big fuss is about. The photograph was taken quite artistically. It speaks to me. Want a closer look? *Masters holds out the picture to Matt* Bad Ass: Masters if you don't get that f**king thing away from me, I'll beat the shit out of you, and set your f**king children on fire!!! Masters: Fine. Fine. *Masters places the picture under the announcer's desk* Bad Ass: I swear to God, I really am going to burn his Bentley to the ground! Croft still looks ill, while Tolwar looks relieved after a brief up-chucking. Focused on the match once more, Tolwar grabs up the bag of thumbtacks, much to the crowd's delight. He enters the ring and begins sprinkling them everywhere, thousands of tacks sparkling beneath the ring lights. But he made one slight mistake. He forgot the gardenhose was tied to his ankle... Edward makes his way towards the ring and grabs the extra feet of hose, pulling as hard as he can. The surprise attack trips up Tolwar who falls face first into the thumbtacks!!! Croft wastes no time, getting back into the ring. Tolwar isn't unconscious, to the contrary, his face is streaming blood with about thirty tacks still left in his face. And he's screaming. It's a panic scream. A horrible sound like that of a child mixed with a bear. Chris Tolwar stubbornly forces himself onto his feet, still screaming. He looks at the blood and tacks in his hands, and then back to Croft, and then back to the blood and tacks, all the while screaming. Croft shoots in off the ropes, applying a sweet looking headscissors take down, however he transitions the last revolution into a Russian leg sweep!!! Masters: Croft nails the Canadian Legsweep!!! Without hesitation, Croft goes for the pin! 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . Tolwar still continues to kick out!!! Croft gets back to his feet as Tolwar sits up on his ass, still screaming. Croft off the ropes with a double foot dropkick to Tolwar's face! Another pin! 1 . . . . 2 . . Tolwar kicks out faster than before!!! It is clear that Tolwar has reached his boiling point. He's no longer the lovable young bull. Now he's the pissed off bovine! Chris Tolwar's face takes an expression of intense anger and fury as he fights his way back to his feet, brushing off several kicks and punches from Edward Croft! He suddenly begins to pound on his chest like a gorilla, the blood trickling from his face to the rest of his body. He physically picks up the smaller Croft off the ground and easily tosses him into a corner like a ragdoll. He then charges in with a full force body splash! But he doesn't stop there, he keeps Croft backed into the corner where he delivers thunderous clothesline after clothesline to the chest and neck of Edward Croft. After about the eigth one, he walks away from the corner, allowing Croft to collapse onto the mat. Tolwar parading around the ring now like an enraged beast. He grabs Croft by the hair again, this time, jerking his ponytail out of it's rubber band holding, clumps of Croft's hair leaving with Tolwar's hand. Chris drives a fierce boot into the back of Croft's head, and then grabs him by the hair, lifting him once more. He grabs Croft up in a reverse ddt position, his blood and sweat rolling off onto Croft. With one final defiant growl, Tolwar suddenly yells... Chris Tolwar: CHIPOLTE!!! He then drops the lifeless Crfot with a swinging inverted ddt!!! Masters: The Chipolte Crunch!!! This has got to be it!!! Tolwar mounts his kill, using his massive forearms to hold his opponent down like a prisoner defending his food from rival inmates. He roars savagely as the referee makes the count. 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . NO!!! Croft kicks a shoulder up out of instinct! Tolwar no longer looks amused. He flat out stomps Edward in the face with the heel of his boot before leaving the ring once more. He begins grabbing up everything that's left, tossing it all over the ropes and into the ring. The coffee, the teddy bear, another trashcan, one of the two cymbals, the Windex, and a few glass bottles that didn't break completely. When he gets back in the ring, he grabs a broken bottle and cuts the teddy bear open in it's stomach, ripping it's stuffed insides out and throwing them all around the ring. Masters: What the hell is he doing?!? Bad Ass: I don't know. Why don't you go ask him? Tolwar suddenly opens the Folgers coffee can and begins pouring the granulated coffee grounds inside the void of the teddy bear where the stuffing used to be. Tolwar stands staring at the bear for a moment. He looks to be calming down, a smile spreading across his face as he plays with the bear. Then he abruptly sits on top of his foe again, where he stretches the teddy bear's ripped stomach over the face of Edward Croft, covering his nose and mouth holes with granulated coffee and stuffing!!! Croft can't breathe! Stuffing and coffee grounds fill his throat and nose holes, leaving him to kick uncontrollably for a breath of air. A breath that never comes as Tolwar enforces his hold over Croft's life. Flailing about spasmatically, Crofts hands brush against broken glass. The cymbal is too far from his reach, as is the trash can. But his hand manages to find something plastic... His hand grips the Windex bottle, but then goes completely limp. The referee jumps in with a chokehold from behind on Tolwar to end the situation without a murder case. Referee: Back off, Tolwar! You're gonna kill him! Chris Tolwar: I'll give his head to Mike King as a present!!! The referee continues to intervene to the point that Tolwar releases the granulating choke. He then turns and promptly grabs the referee up in a leg-hook backdrop suplex, he affectionately calls... Masters: LADY LUCK IS A WHORE!!! Tolwar just took out the referee with his signature manuever!!! There's noone to officiate this match! Bad Ass: Pansy ass refs. Knocked out with the slightest bump. Tolwar growls in defiance, choosing his spot to finish this match. He grabs Croft up, the teddy bear falling off his face as coffee grounds fall loosely from his mouth and nostrils. Tolwar looks to be setting up for another devastating finisher... But Croft was playing dead!!! Windex in hand, he blasts a mist full on into Chris Tolwar's eyes and mouth!!! Tolwar is gagging! But Croft isn't letting up! He continues spritzing blasts of window cleaner in Tolwar's face, driving him back! Croft reaching back with the bottle now, takes a big swing...and busts the windex all over the open cuts and sores on Tolwar's face! Windex is f**king everywhere!!! Tolwar is blinded! He can't see anything and his face is burning like all hell! Croft goes to turn his back on Tolwar...then delivers an outstanding corkscrew Pele kick!!! Bad Ass: Goodnight! Masters: Edward Croft nails "My Last Resort"!!! Bad Ass: Won't do him much good with the ref out like that. Croft looks at the ref, and then back at Tolwar. Suddenly, Tolwar twitches and begins to raise again, much to the annoyance of Croft. When the bull reaches his feet, Croft delivers a second corkscrew Pele kick!!! Tolwar drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Realizing Tolwar's resiliency, Croft quickly drags the unconscious ref as close to Tolwar as he can get him. Croft makes the pin, grabbing the refs arm to make his own count! Worn out, Croft musters all his strength to raise and lower the ref's arm... 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . 3!!! *DING DING DING* Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the Bad Ass Invitational... "Canada's Finest" Edward Croft! The crowd actually manages to fire up a few cheers after the outstanding display of technical finesse and hardcore brutality. "Rock Bottom" plays over the arena once again, as Croft, Tolwar, and the ref all lie about randomly on the canvas. Masters: He did it! Croft is a Bad Ass! Bad Ass: Yup. And that means there's just one more thing left to do. Matt takes off his headset and abruptly leaves the table, taking the glass display knucks and a microphone as he exits. Matt walks up the steps and into the ring. Looking about at the display of carnage, Matt smirks and then proceeds to kick the referee violently in his ribs until he rolls out of the ring. Croft has managed to pull himself back into a corner, as to prop himself up. Chris Tolwar is grogilly coming around, suddenly aware of Croft's music as a dissapointed expression grows on his face. Matt loks down on Tolwar and asks him if he's alright. Then Matt looks to the stage, mic in hand. Bad Ass: Yo, King. Come get your boy. Mike King appears at the top of the ramp, looking dissapointed as well. He makes his way to ringside and helps roll his protoge out of the ring, where he acts as a leaning post for Tolwar. Before they can ascend the ramp and exit, Matt calls out to them once more. Bad Ass: Tolwar. Wait. King and Tolwar pause and turn to face the ring again. Bad Ass: It wasn't your night, brother. That happens to all of us at one point or another. But I've noticed a lot from watching your matches. You've got heart, kid. And don't ever let anybody tell you any different. You win some, you lose some. You may not be a Bad Ass, but that's okay. You're a bull in a man's body. And I don't think there's a person in this arena who doesn't believe you have what it takes. You've used this tournament to build yourself a solid foundation you can stand on. Everyone knows your name now. You're a CZW superstar through and through. This is your career. Your time. Now all you have to do is decide what to do with it. Give him a hand, CZW! The crowd erupts into cheers of "Tolwar" and "Bull God"! Tolwar somewhat looks grateful, a grin crossing his face again as Mike King continues to lead him up the ramp and to the back. Matt is left looking around the ring again, before resting his eyes on Edward Croft. Bad Ass: Well, Croft. You did it. You climbed a mountain and you blew that son of a bitch up when you reached the top. It would be one thing for me to stand here and just call you a "Bad Ass". But I get the feeling that with a title like that, people are gonna be getting us confused. So I've got another idea. *Matt holds out the glass display box towards Croft who limps over to take it* I now pronounce you... "CANADA'S BAD ASS" EDWARD CROFT!!! Bad Ass: You exemplify everything about a Bad Ass. You like to fight. You like playing rough and experimenting with the hardcore field. You don't take no shit, and you don't talk shit you can't back up. While not exactly a carbon copy of myself, you have proven your drive and the fact that you don't have to come from the streets or a trailer park to be the meanest son of a bitch that ever stepped in a squared circle. I'm proud of you, and I know these fist-pumping ass jockeys from Jersey are too, somewhere deep down inside their greasy Italian hearts. Now give the man a f**king hand, people! The crowd erupts into cheers once more as Croft opens the glass case, taking his prize from within. The Platinum knucks fit just right on his fist, as he marvels it. The crowd begins a chant of "Canada's Bad Ass! *clap clap. clap clap clap.* Canada's Bad Ass!" Matt holds his hands up to the air, calming the crowd. Bad Ass: Now, with all that aside. I've got one more piece of business to attend to. So, Buzzsaw... If you'd be so kind as to come down to the ring. Several moments of silence go by. Jessica Towers hands Edward a towel to clean up with. Matt looks at the non-existant imaginary watch on his hand, and then at Jessica. Bad Ass: How is it I haven't slept with you yet?!? Jessica just shrugs. Not exactly an invitation, but not a rejection either. Now Matt's becoming annoyed as he shouts into his mic. Bad Ass: Today, old man! "Dead Bodies Everywhere" by Korn plays next, the crowd going into a frenzy for their newly crowned Ultraviolent champion. Kendo stick in hand, mic in the other, and championship belt glistening around his waist, Buzzsaw erupts onto the stage, saluting a few of his fans as he makes his way into the ring. He saultes Croft on his win, and then meets Matt in the center of the ring. Bad Ass: You're probably wondering like everybody else, exactly what my goal was in helping you to become the CZW Ultraviolent champion... Buzzsaw interupts. Buzzsaw: Excuse me? Did you say you "helped me"? Bad Ass: That's exactly what I said. Buzzsaw: I don't recall you stabbing Jakob Mayhem's goliath ass with a broken beer bottle. I don't recall you driving him over a ten foot ledge. And I sure as hell don't recall you taking his face off with a flaming kendo stick! Bad Ass: You're right. I didn't do any of those things. I just happened to show up to find the two of you decimated in pools of your own blood. I also happened to realize that the brass was going to end your match without a winner. Meaning no championship belt for either of you. I'M the guy who stepped in to make sure shit went down as it was supposed to! Buzzsaw: As it was supposed to?!? What the hell does that mean? Bad Ass: It means that I planned on you winning the belt! And that in and of itself might seem like a selfless act on my part, but please trust I have an ulterior motive. One that involves you, me, and that UV title you got so delicately draped around your waist. Buzzsaw takes a step back, tightening his grip on the kendo stick. Bad Ass: Slow your role, pops. You have to understand my position here. Out of all the guys I hand picked to participate in the Bad Ass Invitational, I SPECIFICALLY chose you to lay the foundation for my legacy! YOU were supposed to win and become the next Bad Ass! You were supposed to continue reigning hellfire down on people's parades in this business, long after I'm dead or locked up behind bars again! The crowd cheers the "what might have been" thought. Matt sighs. Bad Ass: But you dissapointed me, Buzz. You went down faster than Jenny Jacobs on those drug-free Jesus freaks in the back! I don't like being made a fool of, Buzz. I tell the world you're the meanest sumbitch outside of myself, and then you fall flat on your face. But I gave it a second chance, a second thought, if you will. I figured, "Hell, he's gonna be pissed and come out here every week, and cane the shit out of the rest of the guys"... Matt pauses and sighs again. Bad Ass: But you didn't. You simply brushed it off and went to go play a rousing game of "flesh tag" with Morgan Mayhem, and lost sight of the prize. I expected you to come out here tonight and blast the hell out of both finalists and steal the knucks and title of Bad Ass. But... You didn't. More dissapointment. You gave up on becoming the next Bad Ass, so you could show the CZW universe a rerun of some old fued you and Jakob had going a long ass f**king time ago. And for what? That crap ass trinket you've become so proud of? That same crap ass trinket, I made SURE you won! And that brings us to the here and now. Buzzsaw: Nice monologue. This sad story got a point? Bad Ass: Indeed it does. That championship belt around your waist means everything to you. Titles, including the world, lost meaning to me a loooong time ago. So yeah, I made sure you won the belt. Because I'm gonna be the man to take it from you! Buzzsaw repositions his stance, ever so slowly going for a cigarette as Matt continues. Bad Ass: You opened my eyes, Buzzsaw. You're older than me, but I figured you probably had a cleaner bill of health, and a less chance of doing ten to twenty in Sing Sing, than I do. But you've merely managed to prove that you're nothing more than a one trick pony, old ass f**king man who's living on borrowed time! You've proven that meaningless items like plated belts and gothic whores are far more important to you than your legacy or having these people know your name and what you stand for. Old man, you're not a Bad Ass. You're a flake like all the others! You care about wins and losses. You care about titles. Me? I live for the fight! f**k the wins and losses! f**k the titles! You put a man in the ring with me, and I'm going to wear his f**king head out for the sheer enjoyment and the adrenaline rush a man gets when he discovers his limits! And I haven't found one yet! Buzzsaw lights his cigarette, non-chalantly listening but no longer making eye contact. Bad Ass: That's how we're different, old man. I live for the fight and you live for that imaginary feeling of being better than the next guy because a hardcore belt says you are. You made a fool out of me and I have to punish you, Buzzsaw. That's why you had to win the title. So I can be the man who breaks you down and steals it from you. And all so I can burn that shit, leaving one less false idol for these idiots to go chasing after! Are you even listening, you old fool? Buzzsaw: Tell you what, Covey. You call me "old man" just one more time. I dare you. Defiantly, Matt's face turns to anger. He suddenly slaps the cigarette from Buzzsaw's mouth! Daniels: We could see an explosion of violence right here!!! Masters: When the hell did you get back, Daniels? Daniels: I vomited on my good suit. Enraged, Buzzsaw throws his kendo stick to the mat and grabs Matt up with both hands by the collar of his shirt. Suddenly, Edward Croft flies in with a swift right hook from the platinum set of knucks! Buzzsaw crashes unconscious to the mat, Croft taking his leave to a chorus of boos from the Jersey crowd again. Matt kneels over Buzzsaw, placing a knee across his throat. Bad Ass: We're gonna do this dance, old man. You don't exactly have a choice in the matter. You're in my house. You're my bitch now! And between now and Hatewave... I'm gonna make your life a living hell! Matt gets off of Buzzsaw who gasps for air. Matt then grabs up the kendo stick and snaps it in half across his knee before throwing the shattered remains on Buzzsaw. With a last disrespectful flip of the middle finger, "Sonne" by Rammstein picks up over the arena. The crowd isn't sure what to make of the event, so they lie mostly quiet as Matt exits the ring. He smirks sadistically at Buzzsaw who's rolled over onto his side, staring a hole through his destined nemesis, until Matt disappears backstage. ***** DANIELS: "Oh, great." WATERS: "What?" DANIELS: "You see what's slotted to take place next?" MASTERS: "Only the best part of the show... Alan's celebration speech!" DANIELS: "That despicable bastard has to be the luckiest man on the face of the earth!" MASTERS: "Jealous much?" The lights dim and "Streetcleaner" by Godflesh begins to play, as the crowd boos heavily. Three large explosions go off before the CZW World Heavyweight champion Alan Fiscus, Hellena, and Frank Finch all make their way out on the entrance ramp. Fiscus has the cockiest smirk you have ever seen on his face as they begin making their way down to the ring. Alan walks with a swagger like never before, as the World title is wrapped around his waist and he is holding Hellena's right hand. Alan is wearing a pair of dark Rock and Republic jeans, black combat boots, and a "Big Black" t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Hellena is wearing a non-tight leather dress, with black stockings underneath and boots with heels. Frank is wearing his hair in the traditional pony tail, gray sweatpants, sneakers, and a "San Diego Padres" t-shirt. As they make their way down to the ring, they stop at a fan who wields a "FISCUS IS A LUCKY BASTARD!" Alan grabs the sign from the fan, mouths to the camera "Luck has nothin' to do with it!" and rips the sign in two. They make their way down to the ring, with Alan holding the ropes for Hellena to get in. Alan is handed a mic by Jessica Towers, but can't speak as a huge "Fiscus Sucks" chant begins. He smirks smuggly as he patiently waits for the crowd to die down. When they do, he begins. ALAN: "The official booking on this card tonight says... Alan Fiscus'... World Heavyweight Title... Appreciation... Ceremony. But I can tell you right now, there is no way I can properly celebrate... when I have to be in the dirthole of America, right here in Trenton, New Jersey!" The crowd boos loudly, as the "Fiscus Sucks" chant begins again. He has to wait for them to die down once more. DANIELS: "This man is just disgusting." MASTERS: "Hush up now, YOUR champ is speaking!" ALAN: "Nevertheless, the facts remain the same. I have all the reasons in the world to be on cloud nine right now. I went into Summer Showdown telling every single one of you that you were betting on the wrong man... and I was RIGHT! Everyone said that Alan Fiscus couldn't do it. Everyone said that there was no way Alan Fiscus would walk out of the Madison Square Garden still being the World Heavyweight champion. Everyone said that the Jackal would dismantle me. And everyone... was WRONG. That's living proof that popular... doesn't always mean right. You were all fools to doubt me, but I knew that already, didn't I? As I said, I don't want your support. I don't want your respect. I don't give a damn about ANY one of you. You should all be happy that I am still the champion of YOUR world! I don't need to have a allotted amount of time on television for some appreciation ceremony, when everyone should still be dancing in the streets because of my victory over Karl Jackson. You see, there is NO ONE in the CZW that can hold up to Alan Fiscus in the ring. I've gone through every stinkin' challenger laid before me, trying to take MY title away from me. Brian Blaze... fizzled out. Matt Covey... beaten into yet another stupor. Cage Stryker... struck out, and RETIRED. Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson... TAMED AND NEUTERED. Who else is there to defeat? Who else is there who has even the slightest bit of credibility to step up and challenge me? I look down the CZW roster... and all I see are a bunch of DERELICTS. All I see is a group of SYCOPHANTS. From the likes of Waylon Krew to the likes of El Pablo, I don't see a single being worthy of a CZW World Heavyweight title shot." WATERS: "Well, that can be contested for sure... El Pablo alone has been a World champion here. We have the best talent in the world." MASTERS: "For the love of God, KEEP QUIET!" ALAN: "So you're all asking yourself... at CZW's Hatewave... the company's flagship PPV of the year, in Chicago... August 22nd... who, then, WILL challenge Alan Fiscus for the championship? Well... heh. Before I get to that, I have one... tiny... detail to comment on. Big Nasty." The crowd goes into a "Big Nasty" chant ALAN: "Are you kidding me? You're gonna cheer for a man who was washed up before he even stuck a toe in the water? You're going to chant the name of a man who is most known for being in some ridiculous match that involved FECAL MATTER!?" The chant continues DANIELS: "They'd cheer for anyone who would oppose you. And Big Nasty is certainly not washed up, you self conceited son of a..." MASTERS: "Shut up, dammit!" ALAN: "I'm not surprised. You people are pathetic. You are programmed to worship the mediocre. You are brainwashed to believe that God is real, and your sins can be forgiven. You are ignorant sheep, who follow blindly lie after lie after lie. It makes no difference to me. You can chant that piece of trash's name all you want, but the bottom line is... NASTY! You try to take away from my spotlight, do you? You try to make a name for yourself ONCE AGAIN, courtesy of the One Man Riot? Your little After School Special promo told the world that SOMEONE has paid you a great sum of money to come back to the CZW and -TAKE ME OUT-. You disrespectful sack of shit. Where you should be kissing my feet for allowing you to grace my side while in the Whole Damn Show, you commit blasphemy and physically assault me. Whatever your angle is, Nasty, you're DEFINITELY not deserving of ANY kind of title shot here in the CZW. You want to ride my coat tails? I have no problem with shaking you off of them, son. As I recall, in my buddy Frank here's debut with the company... I whooped your ass in a Hell in a Cell match, so many moons ago. You're wanting more of the same, are you? Where you should be carrying YOSHI NANIWA'S bags, you have the audacity to aim high and... well, you're going to miss, of course. As it stands, my plate is empty. My schedule here is cleared. So whenever you want your ass handed to you, come get some. Whoever is paying you... if that's even a reality other than your demented own... hired the wrong piece of trash to do his dirty work. You've been absent for so many months, it will be fulfilling irony when I take your ass.. RIGHT BACK OUT." The crowd boos loudly, as the "Fiscus Sucks" chant begins again. ALAN: "But beyond that insignificant matter, back to more important subjects. The challenger for my title at Hatewave. There's simply no one GOOD enough to main event such a event with me, to be quite honest. What do you think, Frank?" Alan looks to Frank, who shakes his head and mouths "no one." ALAN: "Exactly. So the way I see it... you people don't deserve to even HAVE me on the card! So, as it stands, I think I'm gonna take the night of Hatewave... OFF. Ha ha ha!" Alan and Frank laugh it up, as Hellena cackles along with them. DANIELS: "Despicable." ALAN, turning his attention down to the announcer's booth: "And Daniels, I know you're down there talking trash about me. Boy, haven't you learned your lesson? How's your neck? You want some more of that, punk? Get on up in this ring, Daniels. Show me what you got!" MASTERS: "Go on, Jarred, show him!" DANIELS: "Shut up, William." Daniels sits there, with an angry look not unlike the bullied kid on a school playground who is obviously overwhelmed. ALAN: "That's right, you ain't gonna do NOTHIN'. So shut your mouth and praise me, boy, like everyone here in Asshole, New Jersey... and everyone at home watching should be!" The crowd boos loudly again, but suddenly "Diamond Eyes" by Deftones begins to play and the crowd hushes in anticipation. They haven't heard this music before. Alan's mouth is agape as he is totally offended someone had the nerve to interrupt his air time. Alan, Frank and Hellena look up at the entrance ramp, but no one has shown up yet. After a few more moments, a figure walks out. It is a woman, dressed in a short, black dress suit. She has long brown hair, which hang down to her complimentary bossom. She has a mic, and a smirk on her face. No one knows who she is.
WATERS "Hello, nurse!" ALAN: "Wait... who the hell are you?" She waits a moment, before answering. WOMAN: "Allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Fiscus. My name is Theresa Baines. Per the majority percent of the CZW stockholders, I have been hired and appointed as the _NEW_ CZW Overdrive General Manager! That's right, a NEW sheriff is in town!" The crowd cheers loudly, as Alan is confused. ALAN: "Wait, you mean Jesse Montana has to share power with you? Ha, well, sister, I don't think you know Jesse Montana very well..." BAINES: "Believe me, this is out of Jesse Montana's hands. This is even out of DEREK DAMAGE's hands. This is a decision made by the very top of the CZW brass. The stockholders." ALAN: "Umm... okay. Well. Nice to you meet you, now get along, I have a few more things to say." BAINES: "No, Alan, I believe your time is up. I hear you say you're going to take Hatewave off? Oh no, I don't think so. You're the CZW World Heavyweight champion. Hatewave is our BIG one. You have to be there, Alan, and you have to be in the main event. Since it's hard for you to determine a contender to your title, allow me to. In fact, I'm not going to name just one contender. I'm going to name TWO." Fiscus is livid, jumping up and down in the ring. Frank tries to calm him, as Hellena stares a look of death up at Baines. ALAN: "Who the -- What the -- HORSE SHIT! _TWO_ contenders? What, did CZW shell out some cash and go buy some REAL talent!?" BAINES: "No, no... I've picked two VERY deserving contenders. Two men you're quite familiar with, actually. Two men that have fought hard in this company since almost it's very beginning. Two men who have given everything for these fans day in and day out. Two men who both have quite a few things in common. They are strong, they are resilient, they are considered CZW originals. There's one more thing they have in common, even. Want to know what that is?" ALAN: "Listen, lady, I could beat this entire roster one by one in a single sitting. I couldn't care less." BAINES: "That's fine. Let me tell you anyway. Since the 'rebirth' of the CZW last year, BOTH of these men have beaten... YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT RING!" Alan throws another tantrum as the crowd cheers BAINES: "That's right! You WILL be at Hatewave, you WILL be defending the CZW World Heavyweight title... and it will be in a Triple Threat match against... 'The OGT' Maynard O'Toole.." The crowd cheers BAINES: "... and Godzilla Sawyer!" Most of the crowd boos, as Alan freaks out even more. Both Frank and Hellena are trying to calm him down. ALAN: "What the deuce!? Who the hell do you think you are, woman!" BAINES: "I'm Theresa Baines, Overdrive General Manager. Nice to meet you!" The crowd is loving her, as Alan continues to freak out. As the crowd continues to cheer, Overdrive cuts to a commercial.
-=- STABLES TAG TEAM WARFARE! -=-
***** TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is a stables' tag team match!" The crowd cheers TOWERS: "Introducing first... representing Beautiful Agony... McNally and 'The Rated E Superstar' Eddie Rowan!" The crowd cheers as "Slip Slide Melting" plays over the PA. The two men come out, their size difference obviously apparent. They bump knuckles as a small fireworks display goes off. They walk down to the ring, high fiving fans on the way. TOWERS: "And their opponents... representing Youthful Aggression... 'The sXe Assassin' Knox Harper and 'The sXe Reaper' Brian Kirkland!" The crowd boos as "Personal Jesus" plays over the PA. Out come Knox and Brian, looking as cocky as ever, and pausing as another small fireworks display goes off. Knox yells at fans on the way to the ring, while Brian just focusing on their opponents. DANIELS: "Well, this should be exciting. We haven't seen McNally NOR Harper very much the last couple of months, as McNally was sent over to Japan to represent CZW, while Harper has been given a lax load so he can continue going to school." MASTERS: "That's right, we sent the monster to Japan... and he should have stayed there!" WATERS: "Well, it looks like Eddie Rowan and Knox Harper are going to start this match out. What a great match up here." DANIELS: "They lock up as the bell rings, and Knox immediately locks in a headlock. He's paying a lot of attention to the crowd here..." MASTERS: "Well they're booing him, he doesn't like it!" DANIELS: "Eddie sends him to the ropes, but on the rebound Knox.. knocks... him down with a shoulderblock. Knox shouting down at Eddie and pointing at his brain, saying he's smarter than him." MASTERS: "He is, Jarred. He is a very bright, clean young man. A pure example on the benefits of being straight edge." DANIELS: "You were JUST drinking a Scotch.." MASTERS: "I never said _I_ was a pure example of it!" WATERS: "Eddie gets back up, and they lock up again. This time, Eddie locks on the headlock! After a few moments, Knox pushes him back to a corner and the ref forces them to break it up..." * SLAP! * DANIELS: "And Knox takes full advantage, chopping Eddie's exposed chest! Ouch!" MASTERS: "He is just better than Eddie, what can I say?" WATERS: "He's sure making the crowd knows that, mocking Eddie to them. Eddie rolls his eyes. He gets out of the corner and walks up to Knox, who just turns around... kick to the gut..." * FLIP! * DANIELS: "WHOA, HE NAILS THE EVENFLOW! THE COVER!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!! * DING DING DING * *Slip Slide Melting" plays over the PA once again. MASTERS: "WHAT THE HELL!?!" WATERS: "This match is already over! Kirkland nor McNally even got in the ring!" Daniels: I don’t think they care Shawn! Harper gets back up and instead of going after Eddie, he runs across the ring and starts brawling with McNally! They end up in the crowd, Harper leading McNally to the back! Waters: This feud just gets better and better! Eddie Rowan stands and has his hands raised by the referee! Daniels: Eddie Rowan picks up a huge victory for Beautiful Agony...one they needed after Mike Monroe’s...unfortunate night at Summer Showdown! Waters: Oh god...here come those jerks from Youthless Aggression...what the hell do they want? Masters: How dense are you Shawn? Seriously... Waters: Oh ha ha ha! You are a fucking comedian, Bill... Daniels: SHAWN! Language! Waters shrugs as YA stop halfway down the ramp. Kirkland steps forward. He mockingly applauds. Kirkland: Congratulations, Eddie. I was actually surprised you pulled out the victory there. Eddie motions for Kirkland to come fight, but Brian just laughs. Kirkland: I didn’t come out here to fight, Eddie...but they did! Eddie turns around, right into a roundhouse kick! Masters: Woohoo! Those legs! Daniels: Is that all you care about! Jacob Havok and Lauren Caramazzi have Eddie Rowan trapped in the ring...and Youthless Aggression are on the stage, preventing BA from entering! Havok lifts Eddie to his feet and connects with a DIFH! Lauren runs against the ropes and back towards Havok. Havok helps her add more power to the senton legdrop she connects with. Havok then follows up with a standing moonsault! Havok tells Lauren to get a microphone! Havok: Tell your cowardly ‘friend’ that this will continue to happen until he faces me in the ring! Havok delivers a sharp kick to the ribs of Rowan. Havok: Where is he, Eddie? I thought he was your friend...the leader of Beautiful Agony? Another kick! Havok: You can’t trust him! Just when you need him to help you out...he’s nowhere to be found! He’s washed-up! Look at what’s happening to him! He lost the title he held for less than a month...Tatum Regan lost her hair! All because he can’t bring himself to fight me! Why is that, huh? Havok nudges Eddie’s forehead, tauntingly! Havok: It’s because he can’t handle the fact that I’m breaking out on my own! I helped him build Beautiful Agony from the ground up! He’d have been nothing without me...but I don’t need him! Havok grabs Eddie and nails another DIFH! He then begins laying into Eddie with punches! Masters: This is great! Daniels: You are evil, William! How can you enjoy a 2 on 1 beatdown...how long will this go on for? Waters: NOT FOR MUCH LONGER!!! McNally makes his way back to the ring. King and Kirkland rush forward. Brian Blaze and Johnny Kerosene now are able to run out and aid Eddie! Lauren hightails it, while Havok starts trading punches with McNally! Blaze and King fight on the outside, while Johnny Kerosene and Brian Kirkland try to overpower each other. Ryan Shane, who had been laying in wait climbs into the ring. McNally starts overpowering Havok and lines him up for a Big Boot! Shane punches him from behind, but it has no effect. McNally turns around, which sends Shane retreating. McNally turns back around in time to see Havok sliding out of the ring. McNally gives chase. He climbs out of the ring, but Lauren, who had been hiding under the ring, kicks his leg, crotching him on the top rope. Havok grins and begins helping BK and MK. Blaze and Kerosene are quickly taken care of, leaving Beautiful Agony laid out around the ringside area. Youthless Aggression, Jacob Havok and Lauren Caramazzi smile. Kirkland offers his hand to Havok, who shakes! Daniels: Oh no...these guys are in cohorts now? Waters: This is bad... Masters: This is brilliant! Waters: Masters...you’d be the first to die if these guys took over...you scotch-guzzling, chain smoking sexual deviant! Masters: I take offence to that...no...wait...it’s true. Anyway...it’s not like you’d get off with a slap on the wrist! You’ve already made an enemy out of Mike King...and besides...you are Aussie... Waters: What? What does my being Australian have to do with anything? Masters: I don’t know...I just find it hilarious that you are Australian! Waters: *facepalm* Daniels: Well Youthful Aggression have just gotten themselves some extra firepower...and when that firepower is someone like Havok...it’s like adding a machine gun turret to an armoured tank... Masters: It’s a new day in CZW...Youthless Aggression are taking over! ***** CZW Overdrive comes back from commercial with Jessica Towers standing in the center of the ring. She has a microphone in her hand. She raises the microphone to her mouth. Jessica Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen...please welcome the NEW CZW Television Champion, "The Real Deal" Rob Wright. "In The End" by Linkin Park begins to play as the arena fills with a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. A few seconds go by and nobody walks through the curtain. The camera cuts back to Jessica Towers, who's still in the ring. She brings the microphone to her mouth again. Jessica Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen...please welcome the NEW CZW Television Champion, "The Real Deal" Rob Wright. "In The End" begins to play again. The arena fills with boos as a small, scrawny man makes his from the backstage area. He's wearing a Rob Wright t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, a CZW baseball hat, and around his neck is a whistle. The man stops at the top of the stage and blows the whistle. He continues walking down the ramp while blowing the whistle. He stops every once and a while to chit-chat with the fans on his way to the ring. He gets in the ring and blows the whistle one more time before taking the microphone from Jessica Towers. Man: I maybe new here, but that's no way to introduce a champion. So...everyone get on your feet and help me in welcoming the new CZW Television Champion..."Mr. TV"..."The Real Deal" Rob Wright!!! "In The End" plays for a third time, and finally Rob Wright comes walking through the curtain to an arena filled with more mixed reactions. Rob is dressed in the new Rob Wright TV Champion t-shirt and a pair of blue denim shorts. Draped over his shoulder is the TV Championship. He looks shocked at the crowds reaction, but just shrugs his shoulders and begins walking towards the ring. Rob climbs in the ring and jumps on the one of the turnbuckles. He raises his arms over his head. Then takes his arms and pionts at himself with his thumbs three times. He hops down and walks over to the man standing in the ring. The man hands him the microphone. Rob Wright: Now...that's how a champion should be introduced. Although I was kinda hoping for a little better reaction from you guys. (Rob points out to the crowd.) But I'm not gonna let that bring me down. Because truth be told....the way you react...is worthless to me. Whether you cheer me, or boo me. The fact remains the same. I don't need any of you. The crowd boos as the man leans over and whispers something in Rob's ear. Rob nods his head and brings the microphone to his mouth. Rob Wright: Before I get too far ahead of myself. Let me intoduce the man standing next to me. This is a man that I can truely say I'm honored to have my back. A man that pulls no punches. A man that tells it and calls it exactly as he sees it. Allow me to introduce...Jonathan Joseph McKenzie, or as I call him, JoJo. The main reason JoJo was brought to CZW was to be my personal mouthpiece, but the more I thought about it. I realized I didn't need a mouthpiece. I needed someone that I could trust to watch my back. Rob pauses for a second and plays to the crowd. Rob Wright: Now...I know what you're thinking. If that's what you needed. Then why not just stay with Tim Timmons and The Next Generation? Really? Stay with Tim Timmons? Don't get me wrong. Tim is a hell of an athlete, but not what I would call trustworthy. He has turned on so many people in that locker room. The only person left for him to turn on is himself. I'm not trying to discredit Tim, or stand out here and talk trash about him. As far as I'm concerned. Tim is just like all of you...insignificant. I don't give a damn about any of the guys in the back. The only thing I care about is climbing the CZW ladder. A climb that started at Summer Showdown, when I beat Mike Monroe for this. Rob holds up the TV Title as the crowd begins to boo. Rob hands the title over to JoJo as he walks forward and leans on the ropes. Rob Wright: I had you all fooled. You all thought that I was there to save Mikey and his little girlfriend, but you couldn't have been farther from the truth. I was there because I saw a perfect opportunity to cash in my Money in the Bank briefcase, and that's what I did. One Wright Stuff and one Wright Flight later, and you're looking at the new CZW Television Champion. Now...some of you may sit there and say that was a cowardly act, and to that I say...what's your point? That's the greatest advantage to holding a Money in the Bank briefcase. It's a guaranteed shot at ANY title at ANY time. So, I decided to cash in against the one champion that wasn't defending his championship. You say what I did was cowardly. But what kind of champion doesn't defend his title at a pay-per-view? Rob looks over at JoJo. Rob Wright: I'll tell you. Something that Rob Wright isn't...a paper champion. And to prove that I will be a fighting champion. No challenge for my title will be turned down. I don't care if it's El Pablo all the way down to the new guy Waylon Krew. JoJo leans over and whispers something else in Rob's ear. Rob Wright: That's why I brought you here JoJo. For these excellent ideas. Folks...JoJo has just come up with a great idea. We have a pay-per-view coming up. In fact...it's the biggest pay-per-view of the year, called Hatewave, and at Hatewave I am issuing an open challenge for my CZW Television Title. Let's see who...if anybody has the guts to be the first victim of Rob Wright's TV title reign. Because this belt isn't going anywhere for a long, long time. Rob drops the microphone on the mat as him and JoJo McKenzie play up to the crowd as Overdrive goes to commercial.
*****
-=- A COMPLETE OPPOSITES NON-TITLE MATCH! -=-
"The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo vs. "The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw
***** CZW camera fades in from the intermission as Buzzsaw is already standing in the ring paceing back and forth as the announcer makes his way into the ring and walks to the middle of the ring. Buzzsaw has made it back to his corner and awaits his opponent. Announcer: Standing in the ring at this time from Akron , OH, He is the current Current Ultraviolent Champion... BUZZSAW!!! Buzzsaw chants break out through the crowd until "Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction blasts through the sound system as the fans damn near blow the roof off of the arena. Announcer: Makeing his way to the ring at this time, hailing from Tijuana, England... THE FIVESTAR SUPERSTAR....EL PABLO El Pablo slowly makes his way out on to the stage where he stops and looks around at the fans. El Pablo then proceeds to make his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring where he stands and looks across the ring at his opponent. Daniels: These two athelets are going to show us one hell of a match Masters: Great, Waters: Well we got El Pablo in the ring a man who has done it all in CZW, and then we have Buzzsaw who is a riseing star here in CZW should be one hell of a match. Don’t forget, though, that Buzzsaw was in a little scuffle earlier tonight with Matt Covey! I don’t think we’ve seen the end of their issues with eachother. El Pablo and Buzzsaw are in the middle of the ring as the announcer rings the bells offically getting this contest under way. El Pablo taunts for a moment as the fans goes nuts chanting for him as Buzzsaw does the same getting a fair amount of cheers. El Pablo and buzzsaw shakes hands in the middle of the ring before Buzzsaw locks El Pablo in a headlock. Daniels: Both of these men are great athelets Masters: who cares El Pablo reverses and throws Buzzsaw into the ropes and gets taken down with a huge dropkick. Buzzsaw lands on the back of his head as El Pablo gets back to his feet and waists no time once again picking up Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw pokes El Pablo in the eye giveing him just enough time to attack El Pablo with huge haymakers to the back of his head. Daniels: Buzzsaw is showing El Pablo why he is indeed the Hardcore Icon Masters: El Pablo dosen't stand a chance against Buzzsaw. El Pablo is covering his trying to pervent the punches from connecting but seems to be failing. Buzzsaw kicks El Pablo in the gut and hits him with a huge ddt which causes El Pablo to land on the back of his head. Buzzsaw gets to his feet looking down at El Pablo who seems to be dazed as he is scattering to get back to his feet but dosen't have to wait long as Buzzsaw helps him to his feet to only take him down with a huge spineuster. Buzzsaw quickly goes for the pin. 1.. 2,,,KICKOUT Buzzsaw looks at the refferee seeming to be a little upset with the fact that the referee was counting slowly or atleast that is the impression as Buzzsaw is now in the face of the referee freaking out. El Pablo by this time hower has gotten to his feet and taps Buzzsaw on the shoulder causeing Buzzsaw to turn around and taken down with a Enziguri. Buzzsaw falls flat on his face as El Pablo rolls Buzzsaw over onto his back before hopping to the top rope. El Pablo stands on the top rope with extreme balance as he then attempts a huge moonsault to only have it reverses by Buzzsaw who has put his knees up causeing El Pablo to land back first. Daniels: El Pablo could have a broken himself in half Masters: I know don't you just love it. Buzzsaw is back to his feet and is waisting no time on El Pablo as he begins to kick El Pablo in the side of his ribs while El Pablo trys to get away Buzzsaw runs to the ropes and dropkicks the lower back of El Pablo. El Pablo screams out in pain as he holds his lower back. Buzzsaw has a huge smile on his face as he picks El Pablo up and throws him into the corner with such a strength that causes El Pablo to bounce off landing on his back. Buzzsaw rushes over to El Pablo and leans him in the corner where he starts hitting El Pablo with haymakers to the temple of El Pablo. Buzzsaw finally decides to back off as El Pablo slowly gets to his feet to just to be taken down again with a huge body splash from Buzzsaw. Buzsaw backs up and waits for El Pablo who staggers out of the corner and is caught with a huge spinebuster. Buzzsaw waists no time and goes for the cover. 1... 2...KICKOUT!! El Pablo suprises Buzzsaw with the kickout as Buzzsaw climbs on top of El Pablo mounting him with punches to his forhead as El Pablo is fighting to get Buzzsaw off of him. El Pablo finally throws Buzzsaw off of him and gets to his feet seeming to be pissed as he charges Buzzsaw and takes him down with a running sto which causes Buzzsaw to land on the back of his head. El Pablo begins to kick the back of the head of Buzzsaw as the referee is forced to get El Pablo to back off. Daniels: El Pablo is not impressed at all Masters: Pablo is just pissed because Buzzsaw has this match going his way Waters: No, Buzzsaw DID have this match going his way El Pablo grabs Buzzsaw by the feet and locks in the boston crab as Buzzsaw screams in pain just causeing El Pablo to add more pressure to the lower back of Buzzsaw. El Pablo however doesn't know that Buzzsaw is close to the ropes as Buzzsaw reaches on holding on to the bottom rope in a attempt to get El Pablo off of him. El Pablo dosen't break the hold so the referee starts count and get to the count of 4 forceing El Pablo to release the hold. Daniels: El Pablo almost lost the match there due to refuseing to release the submission Masters: For the first time in a long time I figure I will just sit here and allow you to speak because I really don't give to shits about either one of these wrestlers. Waters: That is a first isnt it? Masters: I am going to order a pizza. El Pablo looks at the referee and then down at Buzzsaw as he reaches down to pick him up but is poked in the eyes by Buzzsaw who digs his fingers into the eyes of El Pablo allowing Buzzsaw enough time to get to his feet. Buzzsaw scratches the eyes of El Pablo blinding the" The Fivestar Superstar" Buzzsaw then bounces off the ropes and takes El Pablo down with a huge big boot to the face. Buzzsaw then follows up with a elbow drop before going for the cover. 1... 2...KICKOUT!!! El Pablo once again kicks out as this seems to enrages Buzzsaw who waists no time picking El Pablo up and throws him to the corner as El Pablo lower back smashs hard against the turnbuckle. Buzzsaw sets El Pablo on the top rope and climbs up hooking El Pablos arms as he lifts El Pablo up and slams him down with a huge suplex. El Pablo is barely moving as Buzzsaw rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Daniels: Buzzsaw can't do this he will lose the match. Waters: Well it looks like he can and will use that chair because there is no one here to stop him Buzzsaw has the chair in his hands and raises it in the air prepareing to smash it over the ribs of El Pablo but before he can connect the referee sneeks up behind Buzzsaw and grabs the chair throwing it to the outside. Buzzsaw turns around and looks at the refferee and screams at him which gives El Pablo enough time to get to his feet. El Pablo turns Buzzsaw around and hits him with a few chops followed up by a Missile Dropkick. Buzzsaw falls to the ground and and holds his mouth as El Pablo takes this time to recover as Buzzsaw gets to his knees and looks down at his hands to see blood. Buzzsaw gets to his feet and stares at El Pablo where you can clearly see blood trickleing down the side of his lips. Buzzsaw, who seems to be posessed charges at El Pablo but is taken down with a back body drop. Buzzsaw rushes to his feet and goes to grab El Pablo but out of no where El Pablo hits Buzzsaw with the "IDENTITY CRISIS". Buzzsaw is laying flat on his face seeming to be knocked out as El Pablo goes for a cover. Daniels: This has to be over Waters: Well Buzzsaw did his best but tonight it just wasen't good enough 1.... 2.... 3...KICKOUT!!! El Pabo jumps to his feet and raises his hands in the air as he figures he has just won the match but the referee looks at the announcer and shakes his head saying it was only a two count. Daniels: BUZZSAW KICKED OUT!!! El Pablo still seems to think he won the match but the refferee walks up to El Pablo to inform him that the match is still underway because Buzzsaw kicked out. El Pablo looks at the refferee with a shocked expression and then turns his attentions back to Buzzsaw who is just getting to his feet. El Pablo waists no time and takes Buzzsaw down again with an Enziguri as El Pablo rolls Buzzsaw onto his back and climbs to the top rope. Daniels: I think were just about to see the "PABLO SPLASH" Waters: Well if he hits this it will surely be over El Pablo raises his arms in the air and takes off attempting to hit the " PABLO SPLASH" but at the very last second Buzzsaw gets his knees up causes El Pablo to land straight on his back across the knees of Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw lowly gets to his feet and picks up El Pablo who is holding his lower back and kicks El Pablo in the gut before hitting the "Prayer Position" Daniels: My god Buzzsaw just hit his finisher move out of no where!!! Waters: Go for it kid pin him!!! Buzzsaw waists no time and rolls El Pablo over where he goes for the cover as El Pablo seems to be layed out cold in the middle of the ring. 1.... 2... 3...KICKOUT!!!! Buzzsaw looks at the refferee with frustration in his expression unable to believe that El Pablo has kicked out of his finisher. Buzzsaw reaches down and grabs El Pablo but the more experienced El Pablo quickly rolls Buzzsaw up in a school boy. 1... 2...Kickout Daniels: What a hell of a match we are seeing here tonight Waters: I must admit I am impressed by Buzzsaw here tonight El Pablo is slow getting to his feet as Buzzsaw is already to his feet where he goes to grab El Pablo but is reversed as El Pablo takes Buzzsaw down with a twist of fate. Buzzsaw falls flat on his face seeming to be knocked out as El Pablo looks at the crowd hypeing hsi second attempt at the " PABLO SPLASH". El Pablo sets Buzzsaw up and climbs to the top rope where he once again stands with great balance and once again El Pablo takes flight and HITS the PABLO SPLASH. Daniels: ITS OVER!!! Waters: Buzzsaw see you next time kid El Pablo slolwy crawls towards Buzzsaw and goes to pib but looks up the ramp way and stares at Jakob who is making his way down the ramp. Daniels: What is he doing out here? Waters: Your guess is as good as mine Masters: What did I miss? El Pablo is shouting something at Jakob who stops just inches in front of the ring stareing at Buzzsaw as El Pablo hasen't taken his eyes off of Jakob yet but made a mistake to turn his back on Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw sneeks up behind El Pablo and turns him around and kicks him in the gut where Buzzsaw hits El Pablo with another Spinbuster. Buzzsaw reaches down and picks El Pablo up and hits the " BUZZKILLER" El Pablo lands straight on his head and is not moveing as Buzzsaw waists no time and goes for the pin. 1... 2... 3... Buzzsaw hops to his feet where the refferee rings the bell as the fans go nuts. Daniels" BUZZSAW HAS DEFEATED EL PABLO!!! Waters: Buzzsaw may of defeated El Pablo do to the fact that El Pablo allowed himself to get distracted. Announcer: Here is your winner..... BUZZSAW!!!!! Buzzsaw’s music plays as Jakob Mayhem grins. Suddenly, from behind comes Matt Covey who totally BLINDSIDES Mayhem with a tire iron, taking the big man down in one sickening blow! Daniels: “BAD ASS” MATT COVEY!! He takes Jakob out and now heads into the ring, taking his sweet time!” Masters: “Bad news for the non-bad ass!” Waters: “Guys, look at Covey’s fists! Taped up with broken glass shards…the Matt Covey special!” Daniels: “Buzz gets up but Covey grabs him by the shirt, DECKING him in the head knocking him back to the mat! Covey now swinging rights and left, SHREDDING Buzz’s face with those lethal punches!” Covey stands after a few good shots and gives Buzz one swift kick to the ribs, shaking his head in disdain before leaving just as casually as he arrived. Daniels: “Matt Covey just got his point across with unmistakable clarity right there. You have to believe that Buzzsaw will take exception to this little ‘message.” Masters: “That’s if he can even walk at this point.” ***** The scene cuts to the back, inside of what appears to be a makeshift office of sorts. The crowd cheers, but not overwhelming, as they see new CZW Overdrive GM, Theresa Baines, for the second time tonight as they watch on the Combat-tron. She smiles for a moment before addressing the camera. BAINES: "Hello again, CZW fans. Let's cut to the chase. I want to ensure that I exceed ALL expectations with this role, and to make sure you are all in the crowd and at home are completely entertained with our product. That being said, the company's flagship pay-per-view is just under two months away and we want to make it something spectacular. You already know the main event, as it was announced earlier. Alan Fiscus will defend the CZW World Heavyweight title against two men in a three way dance, Maynard O'Toole and Godzilla Sawyer." The crowd cheers BAINES: "But I want to take this time to announce a few more blockbuster matches for our card of all cards, our 'big one.' The previous years, we have held a Money in the Bank Ladder match at Hatewave, and this year will be no different!" The crowd cheers again BAINES: "This year, we will not being having qualifyers as I and my team have already selected the participants. We have decided on six awesome and talented competitors for this one, a match up full of intrigue, and I do believe our least amount of wrestlers in one, giving each man even more of a chance to obtain the briefcase. Let's go down the list of competitors. Our very first choice for this year's event was none other than... TIM TIMMONS!" The crowd mostly cheer BAINES: "Timmons is a CZW original and has given his all in and out of the ring for CZW. A multiple time champion, he has been given shots at the World title before and he still deserves the chance if you ask my team. Now the second competitor will be none other than who his opponent here tonight is, WAYLON KREW!" The crowd mostly cheer again BAINES: "Quite impressed with this CZW new comer, I expect some great things for him. The third contender will be a man who just recently returned to the CZW, and is a man who has ALREADY won a Money in the Bank match... BIG NASTY!" The crowd cheer louder BAINES: "The next contestant will be another relatively new comer, the BAI?... EDWARD CROFT!" The crowd cheer again BAINES: "The next contender is one half of the team that is challenging the Spectacle later tonight for the CZW Global Tag Team titles... ALEX KAELIN!" The crowd give a mixed reaction to Alex's name BAINES: "And the sixth wrestler to contend in this year's Money in the Bank... well, we've decided to mix it up and little and keep it a secret until Hatewave itself! Whoever it is, believe me, he makes the match VERY interesting. The crowd give a mixed reaction to the mystery naming BAINES: "But that's not all! Not only will we be having the Money in the Bank, we will also have a few other championship matches! We are going to have a Intercontinental title match, and unlike Summer Showdown's championship match, this one will be a one on one. The challenger? A man who deserved a one on one shot a long time ago. None other than KIMO NEWTON!" The crowd shows respect BAINES: "The question on this one, though, is... who will be champion by the time Hatewave rolls around? See, with the match at Summer Showdown ending in such a... tie, if you will... we've decided to book Brian Kirkland against his own stable mate, the current champ, Mike King... one on one, next Overdrive in Morgantown for the title!" The crowd shows more respect BAINES: "And whichever man wins, faces Kimo at Hatewave for the title. We'll also have the newly crowned World TV champ, Rob Wright, defend his belt. He issued an open challenge earlier tonight, and, well, it's already been accepted. This is going to be a good one. His challenger will be just as fast, and just as agile. A great match up indeed, as he will defend the title at Hatewave against... KRIMZON BLAZE!!" The crowd loves it, and breaks into a "KB" chant BAINES: "And there's one more match I will announce now, with a few other blockbuster matches still TBA. We've seen the monster's feud broil over the last few months, and we need something big to finally end it. So at Hatewave, we will see Garrett William fight Mountain Man in the deciding match of the feud. But not just any match... A HELL IN A CELL MATCH!" The crowd cheers loudly BAINES: "I hope you all are pleased, because we are certainly excited about this card. We'll have much more than that, as well! Thank you everyone." The Combat-tron feed fades out as Theresa smiles confidently.
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Alex Kaelin & ??? vs. The Spectacle [B. Blaze & Kerosene] (c)
***** DANIELS: Welcome back to CZW Overdrive, folks! It's been one hell of a show tonight, but it is now time for our MAIN EVENT! Tag Titles on the line! Masters: “It’s amazing how these little pre-match images have still been running after Eddie got his ass handed to him in the ring earlier.” Waters: “He probably had them all set up from the get-go. You obviously missed the part where it looked like you had boobs on national TV.” Masters: “WHAT!?” Waters: “Gotcha!” "Pleasure (Pleasure)" by Bang Camaro hits the soundsystem, and the crowd leap to their collective feet in excitement at the arrival of the Global Tag Team Champions. After a few tantalizing moments, Brian and Johnny step out onto the stage, basking in the adulation of the crowd as they raise their title belts high. TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! Introducing first.. weighing in at a combined 418lbs.. they are the CZW Global Tag Team Champions.. Brian Blaze.. Johnny Kerosene.. THE SPECTACLE!!! Brian and Johnny make their way down to the ring, high-fiving fans as they go. They slide under the ropes, and ascend the turnbuckles, raising the belts once again as the fans continue to pop. DANIELS: The Spectacle looking in the mood and ready for action tonight! WATERS: Sure are, but the big question is: who will they be facing? We saw Alex Kaelin's assumed tag-team partner get assaulted backstage by Kris Kash, and from what we understand he's not gonna be able to compete tonight.. so what happens now? Is it a handicap match? Has Kaelin found another partner? MASTERS: I say they give Kaelin the belts by forfeit! DANIELS: How the hell do you come to that conclusion? MASTERS: Well, The Spectacle obviously paid Kash off to attack Kaelin's partner, in a bid to get out of competing here tonight.. throw the book at them and strip them of the belts! DANIELS: Well, that's certianly some.. interesting logic there, William, although I suppose that IS your forte... Brian and Johnny hop down off the turnbuckles, and discuss a few last-minute tactics in their corner as their music fades, replaced a few seconds later by "I'm Bad" by The Last Vegas, the cheers and adulation now transformed instantaneously into boos for Alex Kaelin, who steps out onto the stage with a scowl on his face. TOWERS: And their opponents.. introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada.. weighing in at 235lbs.. ALEX KAELIN!!! Kaelin walks slowly down to the ring, though showing no real fear or concern considering the events earlier in the broadcast. He climbs into the ring, and heads straight into his corner, eyeballing Brian and Johnny as his music is abruptly cut out by a male voice. VOICE: Alex! Hey, Alex! All eyes turn towards the CombatTron, where we see CZW General Manager Jesse Montana, sat behind the desk in his large, lavish office. MASTERS: My leige!!! WATERS: Eurgh, my stomach.. JESSE MONTANA: Hi, how you doing? Just kidding, I don't really care. Now, as I'm sure you're aware, your tag partner for tonight was assaulted backstage earlier on by Kris Kash, thus ruling him out of competition tonight. First up, let me just say.. you don't have to worry about seeing Kris Kash on CZW TV ever again. He'll be spending the rest of his days with Matt Stylez and Rave in the "Who Were Those Guys Again?" Division. DANIELS: Woah! Kash is gone! JESSE MONTANA: Now, as for tonight.. well, I can't very well see such a prestigious, high-profile main-event disrupted by such a waste-of-space as Kris Kash, can I? So, in the interest of profit.. I mean, competition.. I've taken the liberty of assigning you a new tag-team partner for this contest. A man with a long history here in the CZW.. a man with a lot of experience in title matches.. I hope you approve! The image of Jesse fades, and the crowd are left hanging for a few moments before "Tubthumping" by Chumbawumba hits the soundsystem. MASTERS: Oh no! WATERS: REALLY!? MASTERS: Not this guy! What gutter did they drag him out of!? A moderate cheer rings out from the crowd, as the familiar face of "Irish" Ian Chadwick steps out from the curtain. DANIELS: Well, isn't this a face from the CZW archives!? WATERS: You're telling me! When was his last match here? DANIELS: He's a CZW original, is "Irish" Ian Chadwick.. took part in the "Rumble For The Gold" on the very first show, was a big player in the early days of the X-Division, not to mention being the first holder of CZW's Money in the Bank briefcase! MASTERS: Yeah, a case he never actually cashed in! DANIELS: True, he dropped out for "personal reasons", but attempted to make a comeback a year or so ago.. obviously didn't come off as well as he'd hoped, but in a bizarre twist of fate, he now finds himself with an opportunity to win some CZW gold! MASTERS: It's a bloody outrage, Jarred! He deserves a trip to Alcoholics Anonymous, not a title shot! WATERS: Maybe your mom can get him an appointment. MASTERS: What the.. HOW BLOODY DARE YOU, KOALA BOY!!! By now, Chadwick is in the ring, and takes up position in the corner alongside Alex Kaelin, who looks - shall we say - rather unimpressed with the GM's decision. In fact, he's really rather annoyed, as he and Chadwick get involved in a rather heated war of words. DING DING DING! With their opponents distracted, The Spectacle seize the opportunity, charging across the ring and beginning to hammer down upon the title challengers. Blaze forces Chadwick out of the ring, and follows him under the ropes as Johnny drags Kaelin out of the corner, whipping him off the ropes and hitting a spinning calf kick, dropping him down to the mat. Kaelin quickly hops back up, only to have Johnny take him over with a hip toss. Kaelin again hops up, but Johnny grabs him by the wrist, goes for an Irish whip, keeps hold, drags him back, kicks him in the stomach, and hits an STO. DANIELS: Johnny's on fire! The Spectacle instantly taking control in this match-up! By now, Blaze has made it up onto the apron, and Johnny decides to tag him in, a cheer going up for Celine Dion's Favourite Wrestler as he steps through the ropes. He stalks Kaelin as he staggers back to his feet, then hits him with a back suplex. Blaze hops up, and drags Kaelin to his feet, leading him over to The Spectacle's corner and propping him up against the turnbuckle. Blaze then starts laying into Kaelin with hard knife-edge chops, high-fiving Johnny between each one. After 5 or 6 repetitions, he then takes a step back, and hits a standing dropkick, rolling back to his feet and tagging Johnny back in as Kaelin flops down to the canvas. DANIELS: Another tag, and The Spectacle looking every inch the tag-team champions here tonight. MASTERS: This isn't fair! They're not even letting him get back up! WATERS: Since when do you care about "honour" and "sportsmanship"? You worship at the altar of Jesse Montana, a man who wouldn't know the definition of those two words if he was force-read the dictionary! Johnny ascends the turnbuckle, perching on top as Kaelin once again pushes himself back to his feet. Kaelin staggers round.. and instinctively dives onto the ropes, unbalancing Johnny and sending him crashing to the mat. DANIELS: Oh no! Kaelin saw the threat coming, and Johnny comes down HARD! With Johnny clutching the back on his head on the canvas, Kaelin takes a moment to shake off the beating he's already recieved. He then charges over at Blaze, barging him off the apron and down to the floor. MASTERS: YES! That's more like it! WATERS: I suppose you thought THAT was honourable? MASTERS: Karma, Shawn.. Karma. Kaelin takes the opportunity to circle Johnny, stomping down on various parts of his anatomy. Johnny crawls into the centre of the ring, where Kaelin picks him up and executes a snap suplex. He then gets back to his feet, still moving a little gingerly, and tags in Chadwick. DANIELS: Kaelin makes the tag, and a chance for Ian Chadwick to re-establish himself inside a CZW ring! WATERS: Let's see if these two can work together.. Chadwick goes right in for the kill, stomping down repeatedly on Johnny. However, Kaelin pulls him back, and starts dictating instructions to him, the Irishman appearing a little frustrated at not being able to do as he pleases. Kaelin marches over to Johnny and picks him up, gesturing to Chadwick to join him. Chadwick does, and the two execute an Irish whip, grabbing Johnny on the rebound and hitting.. well, a frankly sloppy-looking spinebuster, with Johnny landing more on his side than his back. WATERS: Hmm, maybe not... Kaelin has a few words in Chadwick's face, obviously not happy with the execution of his plan. Chadwick, however, appears nonplussed, waving Kaelin away to the apron as he picks Johnny up once more. Chadwick executes a snapmare, then hits the ropes, hitting a seated Johnny with a fist to the back of the head. Johnny crumples to the mat, and Chadwick makes a cover.. ONE! - - - - TW-KICK OUT! Johnny easily gets the shoulder up, but Chadwick quickly resumes the offensive, dragging Johnny to his feet again and hitting him with a couple of European uppercuts. Johnny staggers back against the ropes, and Chadwick goes for another Irish whip. This time, he keeps hold, and draws Johnny back into a knee to the gut. Chadwick then hits the ropes himself, and strikes Johnny right in the face with a raised knee. DANIELS: Good God, you could hear the crack! WATERS: Hey, it ain't pretty, but believe me.. it works! Chadwick picks Johnny up again, and leads him over to Kaelin's corner. He props him up against the turnbuckle, and tags in Kaelin, the two of them proceeding to stomp a mudhole in Kerosene. Kaelin then takes charge once more, instructing Chadwick to pull Johnny out of the corner. Chadwick obliges, and then whips Johnny towards Kaelin. However, Kaelin appears to have not expected this, as he jumps out the way, allowing Johnny to crash into the turnbuckle. Kaelin starts shouting once more at Chadwick, who just stands with shrugged shoulders. DANIELS: Well, Kaelin and Chadwick certainly not looking like the most "cohesive" unit, thus far. WATERS: You can say that again! While the two men have been busy arguing, they've failed to notice that Blaze has taken it upon himself to tag Johnny out of the match. He creeps up behind Kaelin, and surprises him with a release German suplex. Chadwick goes to intervene, but the referee blocks him off, ushering him back onto the apron. Meanwhile, Blaze picks Kaelin up, then whips him off the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a powerslam. Cover.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - KICK OUT! Blaze picks Kaelin back up, and whips him off the ropes once more, hitting the ropes on the other side and nailing him with a flying forearm. DANIELS: The Spectacle right back in control here, Kaelin and Chadwick are gonna have to get on the same page soon, or they're gonna wind up on the end of a crushing defeat! WATERS: The same page? Jarred, they aren't even reading the same book! Blaze takes the opportunity to show off his team's dominance, raising his fists triumphantly above his head, the crowd cheering in response. He then turns, and waits for Kaelin to pull himself back to his feet. Kaelin glares out into the crowd, then turns and charges at Blaze, yelling out in frustration. He goes for a clothesline, but Blaze sidesteps, letting Kaelin bounce off the ropes. He rebounds, and Blaze halts him with a kick to the gut. Kaelin doubles over, but Blaze quickly straightens him back up with a kick to the head. He then takes a small run-up, before hitting.. CRACK! DANIELS: THE MONEY SHOT!!! Kaelin flops backwards, and actually rolls right out of the ring. Blaze again takes the opportunity to celebrate, as Kaelin pulls himself up, a hand wrapped around his throbbing jaw. He looks up at Blaze in the ring, then slams his fists onto the apron, before turning and heading up the ramp. DANIELS: Wait a second.. Kaelin is leaving! Kaelin is leaving!!! WATERS: I guess he's had enough! The three men remaining at ringside call after Kaelin, their arms outstretched in confusion. Kaelin looks back, but simply shakes his head, before flipping off a few more vocal members of the audience. MASTERS: Well, can you blame him!? He's been stitched up here, having to team with that buffoon! Resigned to the fact he's now on his own, Chadwick shakes his head, and steps back into the ring. He steps up to Blaze, fists raised, ready for action, but Blaze simply steps back towards his corner, a smile on his face, and tags in Johnny. The two of them step forwards, Chadwick now instantly looking more unsure of things. DANIELS: Well, things looking desperate for Chadwick here, 2-on-1 against the undefeated Global Tag Champions.. WATERS: Yeah, I'd say.. wait, William, did you just criticise a Jesse Montana decision? MASTERS: No, I.. well.. it's just... DANIELS: My my.. that'll be no "special treat" for you tonight, William. MASTERS: JUST SHUT UP! JUST BLOODY SHUT UP, THE BOTH OF YOU!!! After a tantalising few seconds, The Spectacle charge. Chadwick catches Johnny with a right jab to the face, but Blaze catches him with a knee to the midsection. Both he and Johnny then start beating down on Chadwick, forcing him into the corner. They then whip him across the ring, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. Blaze steps up in front of him, and turns back towards Johnny, pointing at him with a grin. Johnny returns the gesture, then charges, at which point Blaze drops to a knee and gives Johnny a boost up and over his head, to land on the second rope right in front of Chadwick. Johnny then starts hammering away with right hands, the crowd chanting along all the way to ten. Johnny then hops down and steps back, and as Chadwick stumbles forwards.. CRACK! DANIELS: And Johnny Kerosene just went to eleven! Chadwick spins 180 degrees and slumps against the ropes, his eyes glazed over, clearly now unsure of exactly where he is. Johnny moves to the centre of the ring, and throws up "the horns", the crowd popping as he slowly lowers them in the direction of Chadwick. WATERS: Does anyone else smell that? MASTERS: Jarred, again!? Really!? DANIELS: Not me, you dolt! WATERS: It smells like.. melted face... Blaze steps round towards a still-reeling Chadwick, and peels him off the ropes. He looks round at the crowd with a grin, then shoves Chadwick backwards, right into the arms of the waiting Johnny Kerosene, who applies a full-nelson.. BAM!!! DANIELS: FACEMELTER!!! Johnny covers.. ONE! - - DANIELS: And this one.. - TWO! - DANIELS: ..emphatically.. - - THREE!!! DANIELS: ..is over! DING DING DING! "Pleasure (Pleasure)" by Bang Camaro returns to the soundsystem, as Johnny gets to his feet. Blaze steps up alongside him, and the two raise their arms triumphantly, as the referee hands them their title belts. TOWERS: Here are your winners, and STILL CZW Global Tag Team Champions.. THE SPECTACLE!!! DANIELS: Well folks, it wasn't the main event perhaps any of us wanted.. but those two men standing in the ring won't care one bit! Brian Blaze and Johnny Kerosene.. still Tag Team Champions.. STILL unbeaten!! Fans, this has been CZW Overdrive, tune in next time for more great CZW action!”
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