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 COMBAT ZONE WRESTLING PRESENTS…OVERDRIVE!
LIVE from the BC Place Stadium... (Deadline on June 6th 2009)
- MAIN EVENT - TJ HIX & MATT COVEY vs. EDDIE ROWAN & ACE KING *** -=- CZW ADDRESS by Karl 'THE JACKAL' Jackson -=- ***
X DIVISION TITLE MATCH ‘High Definition' CAGE STRYKER (c) vs. ‘The Outlaw' BUCK EVANS ***
TAG TEAM MATCH EL FUEGO (Pablo and Blaze) vs. TIM TIMMONS & MIKE KING ***
SINGLES MATCH (Non-Title) 'Epitome of Technical Finesse' JUSTIN MARSHAM vs. 'The Misfit' MIKE MONROE ***
BACKSTAGE DUMPSTER MATCH GODZILLA SAWYER vs. ‘Big Time' KRIS KAMIKAZE ***
SINGLES MATCH (Non-Title) RAZOR vs. SHRAPNEL *** -=- BIG TIME with KRIS KAMIKAZE...Special Guest is BRIAN BLAZE -=- ***
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH BLADE vs. Mr. KILJOY vs. ROB WRIGHT vs. VLAD VALO ***
SINGLES MATCH (Non-Title) 'Mr. Entertainment' BRIAN BLAZE vs. CHINO *************** * cZw! *
CZW Overdrive begins as ‘Out of my Way’ by Seether plays as normal, but new looking clips of CZW Superstars hitting high risk taking moves, hard impact attacks and famous stunts inside the Combat Zone. The cameras then zoom out as we see the whole entire BC Place Stadium in all it’s glory, sold out with great Canadian fans. The cameras now scroll down as fans jump off their seats, the cameras showing signs such as;
‘I WANT TO HOLD MAYNARD’S TOOL’
‘MY DAUGHTER WAS MOLESTED BY BRIAN KIRKLAND’
‘I CREATED THE HOLLYWOOD KNIGHTS’
‘FISCUS, PUT A MASK ON ME!’
Cameras now cut back to the stage as fireworks blast off, but is drowned out by the heavy reception from the fans. We now see Jarred Daniels and William Masters, who will be calling the action for the night.
Daniels: Hello and welcome to another edition of Overdrive folks at Vancouver, Canada, and what an event we saw in Pandemonium last week, 7 titles on the line, we saw a riot, we saw a burial, we saw Maynard O’Toole who suffered a leg injury, good luck to him and his recovery, and we also saw William Masters once again being a biased commentator.
Masters: I did nothing of the kind, I just happen to think everyone else sucks and Jesse Montana rules, I believe that is fair. Tonight though Mr. Daniels, we get to hear from that despicable man, Karl Jackson on why he betrayed Jesse Montana.
Daniels: I’m not sure it’s about that, William, however, we have a main event where we will see our former Talent Scout, TJ Hix in the ring with his friend, Matt Covey, against a team of the World Champion Ace King and Eddie Rowan.
Masters: We will also see the X Title on the line, we have a dumpster match, which is right up your alley Jarred.
Daniels: Wait and it looks like someone is arriving in the arena already…
The cameras shoot towards the Combat Tron as we see a long white limo park up outside the Vancouver arena. Out steps the Jackal Karl Jackson as the fans give a mixed reaction, Karl wearing a black suit with shades covering his eyes. Even more shocking is when Brian and Derek Damage step out from the other side as it becomes clear, Karl is now aligned somehow with the Damage’s.
Daniels: Well what about that folks, it seems like Karl is actually arriving here with Brian and Derek Damage, I wonder how that will play out later on in the show.
Masters: I should have known, that scoundrel has just slept with the enemy so to speak. I hope Montana is here tonight.
Daniels: Word has it no one has seen Montana since his burial last week at Pandemonium as Ace King defended his World Heavyweight Title belt.
Masters: That is Montana’s belt and Ace only won because Montana was screwed by his former protégé.
Daniels: Well we will discuss that later, these fans want to see action, and that is coming up right now. Up first the Television Champion taking on new comer, Chino, will we see a new star shine through?
SINGLES MATCH (Non-Title) *****-----*****
Hell is gone and heaven's here
Now scream
So come on let me entertain you FLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMEEEEE!!!!!! Two massive blue pyros erupt from the floor as Robbie Williams song plays behind them and the noble imagery on the Combat~tron continues to run its course. The fans cheer as Brian Blaze walks out, arms crossed, flanked by the reserved Sarah Jane. He laughs a bit then... Jessica Towers "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada weighing in at 220 lbs..."
Life's too short for you to die
So come on let me entertain you
Look me up in the yellow pages
So come on let me entertain you Blaze walks down as "Let Me Entertain You" continues to echo throughout the arena. Brian steps over the top rope then pushes the middle one down for Sarah to get in with him waiting for his opponents to show up. Jessica Towers ".... Accompanied by Sarah Jane, Mr. Entertainment, Brian Blaze!" All of the lights go out in the arena except four of them. they start flashing all around the arena. Suddenly, "Violence Fetish" starts to play in the arena
Bring the violence Jessica Towers Making his way to the ring, from Jersey City, New Jersey, weighing in at 280pounds, The Extreme Icon Chino!!! Orange pyros bursts from the Combat~tron to the floor and Chino walks through it followed by Martina Hernandez. He walks down the ramp getting mixed reactions from fans and then he rolls under the bottom rope.
How do you live without playing the game
So tell me what am I supposed to be Chino heads over to his corner and closes his eyes, facing away from the ring. He almost seems to be praying, or simply focusing. Jarred Daniels Brian Blaze, CzW's TV Champion, is going to be one heck of a challenge for this up and comer, but if he can pull off a win tonight, it'll be all he needs to summon that coveted spotlight. William Masters Now that's a joke. Mr. Entertainment may be slumping, but to say he's going to lose to that pathetic wretch in the ring right now... Jarred Daniels I’m just sayin. In all truth, he may have lost a couple of weeks ago…but since then, BB has been burning up the shows. DING DING DING Chino and Brian circle one another, each looking for an opening to start out. Chino goes in low for a leg, but Mr. Entertainment pulls his leg back out of reach, and Chino returns to his ready position. Jarred Daniels Slow start here, each man trying to feel the other out. William Masters Smart move on Mr. Entertainment's part, let the guy make a mistake rather than just rushing him. Brian lunges for the lockup, and Chino ducks it, spinning around back of Brian. Chino throws forearm shots into Brian’s back, but they're shaken off with little to no effect. William Masters You're not going to bring this man down like that! Jarred Daniels There aren't many ways to bring Blaze down, you just gotta keep on working him. Brian turns around and Chino shifts his focus, throwing a right hand at Brian’s head. He catches him on the chin and backs him up. Chino runs back, hitting the ropes, looking for momentum, and throws all of his weight, leaping for a shoulder tackle. William Masters Oh you have GOT to be kidding me! Jarred Daniels It all adds up, William. Just watch. This backs Mr. Entertainment up toward the ropes, but doesn't bring him down. Chino, exasperated at the lack of progress, now grabs Brian by the arm and tries to whip him across the ring, but Blaze holds firm, refusing to move. William Masters I knew it. Complete moron. Jarred Daniels You must like the taste of toe lint. Brian yanks his arm in, going for the short arm clothesline, but Chino ducks it, spins, and lands a perfect Super kick to BB’s chin. DDT goes limp and collapses. Jarred Daniels What'd I tell ya, William? William Daniels Shut up, Jarred, that ain't gonna beat him. Chino goes for the quick cover. ONE!!! TWO!!! Blaze powers out, almost tossing Chino across the ring. William Masters See? Jarred Daniels You are just incessant, aren't you? Chino leaps to his feet as Brian climbs up slowly. When Brian is on a knee, Chino attacks, throwing forearms into Blaze's back, then a quick kick to the temple. Jarred Daniels Chino might be dishing out damage in very small doses, William, but I haven't seen Blaze do anything. William Masters You wait, Jarred, you just wait. Mr. Entertainment takes the shots, clearly shaken, but stands anyways, turning toward Chino when suddenly the crowd begins to murmur. Jarred Daniels What the hell's going on? William Masters Oh great, not this puke. Cage appears on stage, his usual wide grin the dominant feature on his face. Next to him is Sirena. William Masters Didn't this guy get arrested for indecent exposure the other night? Jarred Daniels Where the hell'd you hear that? William Masters I dunno, I thought I heard it on "E". Isn't he dating one of the Olson twins? Chino and Brian lock up, and Chino chains into a hammerlock, yanking up and wrenching Mr. Entertainment's arm. Brian winces against the pain, and Chino tries to lift him. He strains against the weight but can't get him off the ground. Finally Brian simply swings an arm around and knocks Chino back against the turnbuckle. Jarred Daniels Oh what an elbow shot from Blaze! Caught Chino square in the jaw! William Masters Here's where it turns! Brian Blaze turns toward Cage, who cheers from the stage. Jarred Daniels Now that’s quality entertainment. William Masters Real original line, there, Jarred. Great work. You're a broadcasting genius. The referee is checking on Chino as Brian acknowledges Cage. Blaze gives Cage the thumbs up, and Chino raises his head just slightly and opens one eye toward the action. Once Blaze turns back to Chino and gets ready to start the 10 count punch, Chino spit’s a black mist into Brian’s eyes. William Masters Oh my god! That zebra needs his eye checked! Jarred Daniels What were you saying about originality! Blaze jerks back, grasping at his eyes, and Chino hits all four behind him. Blaze trips over Chino, and Chino lays over both legs. Cage yells obscenities and objections from the stage. Jarred Daniels Chino HAS HIM! William Masters NO WAY! ONE!!! TWO!!! NO, Blaze’s resiliency plays again as he shoves Chino off. Blaze starts rubbing at his eyes. Chino capitalizes again as he grabs Brian delivering a jumping swinging DDT. Brian’s head bounces off the mat. Chino stands up and taunts the crowd. Martina begins screaming to finish him. Chino grins and walks over to the downed Mr. Entertainment. William Masters He’s locking it in! It's over! Chino comes out on top! Jarred Daniels IT’S ON!! WELCOME TO HELL!! IS BB GONNA TAP!! William Masters He’d better! Chino won’t care to snap the neck of Mr. TV without any kind of remorse. Jarred Daniels My how your loyalties change so easily… William Masters I know a winner when I see one. With Chino’s submission locked on, Blaze struggles to break it. Sarah Jane is heard screaming and pleading. Blaze strains and… Jarred Daniels He got the rope. Peter Pimper is making Chino break the hold. William Masters I thought this was CZ f**kin W…no DQ. Jarred Daniels Just cause we throw the rule book out the window every week doesn’t mean that some rules still don’t apply. Chino is in Pimper’s face yelling at him and cussing him. Pimper doesn’t back down. Blaze grabs Chino by the shoulder and spins him around before whipping him into the ropes. Chino doesn’t catch himself on time and flips over the rope landing on the edge of the apron. Blaze bounces himself off the opposite rope and dives over the top rope with some… Jarred Daniels OMG….THAT’S A NEW VARIATION OF QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT!! With an over the top swinging DDT onto Chino, Blaze plants him into the steel stairs. Blaze rolls holding his back while Chino doesn’t move. William Masters That was brutal. Once Blaze gets himself back together he walks over to Chino and picks him up off the steps and rolls him back in the ring, followed by BB. He pins… One Two THREE!! DING DING DING Jessica Towers Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, !!! Brian leaps up onto the turnbuckle with two fists raised in triumph. Chino rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs as Martina rushes over to check on him. Cage and Sirena join Sarah in helping up Brian Blaze. William Masters What a travesty! This is just sickening! Jarred Daniels The Television Champion wanted to make a statement, and boy did he ever! William Masters Look at Brian! Celebrating as if he won this match! Jarred Daniels Sometimes winning is about being in the right place at the right time, and that possum act worked perfectly! William Masters Yeah, real cerebral move. What a cheap win! *****-----*****
The camera shifts to the back area of the arena, the vehicle entrance. We watch as a pick up truck drive over by a dumpster and stops. Godzilla Sawyer steps out and opens the lid of the dumpster. Ryan Lewis steps into view with a microphone in hand.
Lewis: "Godzilla, what in the world are you doing?"
Godzilla: "Preparing for my match, what does it look like?"
Lewis: "But what are you doing to prepare? The fans would like to know what you are up to."
Godzilla: "Got it. Look at this."
Sawyer takes out a garbage bag and opens it. Lewis leans forward, then shrinks back while covering his nose.
Lewis: "What is that?"
Sawyer: "Fish entrails and scales from a local sea food market. You know, the leftovers after cleaning the product."
Sawyer dumps the bags contents into the dumpster. Then he takes a second bag from the back of the pick-up.
Sawyer: "And this is some rotten fruit and vegetables from a local produce store."
Sawyer dumps this in as well. He pulls out one more bag.
Sawyer: "And this is the final weapon, the thing that will drive Kamikaze totally wild."
Lewis pauses a moment before saying: "Well?"
Sawyer smirks: "A few days ago, there was a basketball game here. It was a very tough game that went into overtime. As per my request and a nice donation to the teams favorite charity, This bag contains the clothing that the home team wore. It hasn't been washed, its been allowed to...ferment."
Sawyer begins to dump he contents of the bag in and Lewis begins to turn pale.
Lewis: "Um...did I see underwear?"
Sawyer: "Yup. Jock straps, too. Nothing but the best for my friend 'Big Time!" This is going to be so much fun. Even if I lose, he's going into this one way or another."
Lewis: "Dear lord! Back to you, Jarred and William."
Masters: Did we really have to film that, Jarred, I mean that man just makes my skin crawl.
Daniels: Sawyer is getting ready to take the cocky Kris Kamikaze out with the trash, and this feud is just getting heated, who is to know what things are to come in future weeks.
Masters: Probably a hog pen match knowing how disgusting that bloody Sawyer is. I can smell that garbage can from here, or is it just all these vile street crawlers here in Vancouver?
Daniels: It’s probably you William, you do have a ridiculously huge nose, that thing could pick up a fart in Australia! Anyway, up next we have four guys who are looking to make a break into the Golden ranks of CZW!
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH *****-----***** TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is set for one fall and is a fatal four way match. “Silent Hill Theme” plays throughout the arena as Kiljoy makes his way out. TOWERS: Introducing first, he hails from parts unknown….MR. KILJOY! "Slept So Long" by Jay Gordon plays now as Kiljoy gets comfortably in the middle of the ring. TOWERS: Introducing next, he hails from Baton Rouge, LA…..VLAD VALO!! Vlad and Kiljoy stare eachother down as they await their next opponent. "One" by Metallica plays as Blade makes his way out now. TOWERS: Next up…he hails from Nashville, TN….BLADE!!! Blade gets in the ring as all three guys are sizing eachother up now. "In The End" by Linkin Park plays as Rob Wright makes his way down to the ring. TOWERS: And finally, hailing from Springfield, Massachusetts….THE REAL DEAL…ROB WRIGHT!!! Towers gets out of the ring as the bell sounds… DING! DING! DING! DANIELS: Well here we go, Masters. This fatal four way has begun and it is only the beginning of yet another edition of CZW Overdrive. Kiljoy walks over and locks up with Blade. Vlad turns around and is instantly greeted by a roundhouse kick to the face by the real deal. What an impact that was by Rob Wright and we are officially under way. MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, I have to say, I am pulling for Kiljoy in this one. DANIELS: I can’t say I am surprised at all. Blade backs up and bounces off the ropes and makes a B line for Kiljoy but Kiljoy ducks said clothesline attempt and nails Blade with a neck breaker. Blade and Vlad are down on the mat now. Kiljoy and Rob lock hands and execute a double elbow drop on Vlad and Blade, what team work by those two but only one man can walk out with the win. MASTERS: Indeed, and that man will be Kiljoy. DANIELS: We’ll see about that. Kiljoy picks up Blade and whips him hard into the corner of the ring then nails Vlad with a DDT. Kiljoy grabs Rob and whips him hard into Blade, again, great team work there. Rob turns around and is nailed with a massive boot to the face by Kiljoy. MASTERS: I told you, Jarred, Kiljoy is out for blood and is focused. DANIELS: Well it would seem so because he is going for the cover and the win. 1! - - - - - 2! - - - - - DANIELS: NOOO!! Vlad jumped over and on top of Kiljoy to save the match. Blade from out of no where comes in with a spinning heel kick to Vlad but Vlad ducks and Kiljoy takes it instead. Blade and Rob walk over to Vlad, kick to the gut by Blade. Rob and Blade attempt a double suplex on Vlad but Vlad reverses said attempt and double suplex Rob and Blade, what a show of strength there by Vlad. MASTERS: I have to admit that was an impressive show by Vlad. DANIELS: Vlad covers Rob for the pin. 1! - - - - - 2! - - - - - DANIELS: NOOO!! Kiljoy with a kick to the back of Vlad this time for the save and this match continues. Rob is hanging on the ropes as Kiljoy turns around and runs after him, Rob ducks said attempt and catapults Kiljoy right out of the ring. Kiljoy hits the outside of the ring, very hard. MASTERS: Oh what a blasted cheap shot. DANIELS: Kiljoy jut hit the outside of the ring, hard but he is now back on his feet. Rob backs up as he sees an opportunity …. SUICIDE DIVE!! Rob Wright with an impressive suicide dive to the outside right on top of Kiljoy, Rob, also caught a good part of that security railing and both men are down. MASTERS: What an idiot, now we have Vlad Valo and Blade left inside the ring. Blade turns his attention around to Vlad but gets a quick kick to the midsection and Vlad is going for the “Terminal Sleep” it could be all over here. DANIELS: NO!! Blade reverses said attempt and lifts him onto his shoulders, wow, Blade is not a big guy but is showing some real strength there…. THUD!!! DANIELS: BONG HIT!! BLAD HIT HIS FINISHER ON VLAD AND GOES FOR THE COVER!!! 1! - - - - - 2! - - - - - 3!!! TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..BLADE!!!! Daniels: A big win for the Cut Throat Thriller here, and lets hope Razor can put on a similar performance tonight. Lets go for a break now, but we will be back right after this folks. *****-----*****
As the theme to silent hill plays in the arena the fans stars to boo as the green and red smoke comes out of the entranceway. We then see the Freak Clown Mr. Kiljoy walk out just laughing to himself going towards the ring. He slides in and asks for the mic.
Mr. Kiljoy- Cut my music off. I didn’t come here to this filth ridden country to waste my time, I just wanted to say something to a certain person and then I’m trying to catch the next flight out of here.
Masters: I wish these fans would let this man speak, he doesn’t want to stay here for long, and I certainly don’t want to see his face for very long, Jarred.
As the fans boo Mr. Kiljoy just looks and smiles.
Daniels: These fans are just reacting to the way he speaks to them, and I’m sure their not too fond of his face either, William.
Mr. Kiljoy- As you all know, I stride to be the most vicious and most disturbing individual here in the CZW. Ever since i came here my main goal is to have fun and hurt people while i was doing it. They CZW been signing me to matches after matches and for what? Just for me to hurt somebody or get hurt myself? I asks that question because as you all know at Pandemonium i was supposed to come home with the CZW Ultra Violent Championship. But all i ended up with was a bruised, battered, burnt up body that was rushed to the hospital and required alot of stitches and help with doctors and nurses running around talking about 3rd degree burns. All the while as this is taking place I’m just laying in the hospital bed thinking to myself, Mr. Kiljoy once again you were supposed to taste gold and you didn’t. Mr. Shrapnel is the new Champion, This means that he might be the most Hardcore Wrestler in the CZW. Cleary you see why this is a problem with me. I am the one and only sickest man in the CZW!!! During my stay here and it just started people i been in some nasty matches and bleed like a stuff pig for you people, for your enjoyment, for all of you to say CZW, CZW, CZW.
We now hear CZW chants in the area as Mr. Kiljoy just looks on and he isn’t smiling.
Masters: Oh bloody hell, there like sheep puppets, thee just full of excrement Jarred.
Daniels; You mean, shit, right?
Mr.Kiljoy- SHUT THE HELL UP!! You people are the dumbest thing alive, you remind me of the dumb blondes in horror movies that wants to investigate the strange noises. You make it seem like i want to hurt this people for your enjoyment, You make it seem like when i do something crazy that can end up killing me its for your amusement? Oh No people I’m here to tell you otherwise, From this day forward your going to see a whole new area of violence in the CZW. And the first thing on my agenda is to be in the ring to see your new Ultra Violent Champion and I’m going to have a steel chair in my hand. I'm going to used that chair to show each and everyone of you worthless people in this arena that Mr. Kiljoy far can be a sick and nasty person when he puts his heart into it. and you thought that before I was having fun? Wait before this night is over i promised you things is going to be alot different now. The CZW and the worthless fans have made something that they wont be able to fixed for a very long time. Now I had alot more to say but will show it by my actions tonight so play my music.
Daniels: Now what the hell did this man mean by that? Show his actions later tonight?
Masters: I don’t know, but if I was Razor, I would watch my back as he takes on the CZW UV Champion later on tonight.
Daniels: This man is pure deranged. I am glad he is leaving, if only he could leave the arena, I would feel much better.
As the theme to Silent Hill Plays Mr. Kiljoy just drops the mic down and slides out of the ring as he's walking towards the back area he s talking to himself and smiling as he disappears to the back.
Daniels: We’ll be back after this folks, with none other than BIG TIME!
Masters: What time is it, Jarred?!
Daniels: I’m not answering that, William.
-=- BIG TIME with KRIS KAMIKAZE...Special Guest is BRIAN BLAZE -=- *****-----*****
The camera focuses on a stage set up about forty feet to the left of the wrestler's entrance at the back of the bottom tier of the arena floor. As his music begins to play for the second time tonight, a grinning Kris Kamikaze steps onto the stage. While it is obviously his show segment, there is a change to it. To one side, down on the floor but even to the stage, is what appears to be a large round plastic container. A blue tarp covers the top so we cannot see exactly what it is. Kris finds a microphone and addresses the audience.
Kris: "Hello, everyone, welcome to Kamikaze Korner with 'Big Time' Kris Kamikaze, the biggest thing to hit CZW since...well, since EVER! Tonight, I want to discuss some things with my opponent at Pandemonium and the UPSET win he gained over me, and give him the chance to just hand over the CZW Television Championship so he doesn't have to wrestle me again. Here he is, your so-called champion, Brian Blaze!"
At the wrestler's entrance as 'Let Me Entertain You' plays, Mr. Entertainment steps out onto the ramp to a rousing ovation. Then, he waves his hand in front of his neck and stops the music. Then he walks back through the entrance to the backstage.
Kris: "WHAT? You gonna stand me up?"
Then the 'Godzilla Unleashed' theme rumbles from the sound system and Godzilla Sawyer steps out onto the ramp to his own ovation. Without pause he heads for the stage. Kris is smiling.
Kris: "Somehow I knew this might happen. Sawyer, my friend, you are a stubborn..."
Sawyer charges at Kris and tackles him, slamming him down on the stage. Sawyer then picks up Kris' podium and throws it down on his back! Kris lurches to his feet as Sawyer begins to pick up something else.
Jarred: "What does Kris have in his hand?"
ZZZZZZZZT!
Kris prods Sawyer with something and, convulsing, Godzilla drops to his knees. Kris steps back and then bicycle kicks the American Kaiju in the face, laying him out. Kris is now laughing.
Kris: "As I was saying, I thought something like this might happen, so I prepared for you."
Kamikaze walks over to the tarp covered container and whips off the lid. It appears to be a vat of brownish liquid.
Jarred: "What in the world is that?"
Kris, as if he heard the question: "This is what is called a portable hot tub. You move it, plug it in, fill it up with water, and after a little bit you have a fully functional hot tub! Now this hot tub is for one purpose and one purpose only. Right now it is filled with beef gravy. Today, I'm going to make some fat-ass stew!"
Kris zaps Sawyer with the stun gun one more time then dumps Godzilla into the gravy filled tub. Godzilla, stunned but not totally out of it, manages to prop himself up on the side, but his legs do not have the strength to stand and climb out.
Kris: "What are we forgetting? Oh, yeah!"
Snapping his fingers, Kris grabs two plastic grocery bags and starts tossing items into the 'stew' as he names them.
Kris: "Onions...celery...carrots...potatoes...there we go!"
He steps back to admire his work.
Kris: "Now, the meat I'm using is terribly fat, so it may not be edible at all. Hell, eating a twinkie has less fat then this joker!"
Suddenly ECW security chief Casey 'Big Daddy' Rogers is there with a half-dozen guards.
Rogers: "You are going way to far, Kamikaze. I can't let you continue."
Kris smiles: "I'm done anyway, punk! (to the audience) This has been another wonderful edition of Kamikaze Korner. Tell your friends!"
Kris walks away as the security team and an EMT begin to look at Sawyer, now being helped out of the 'stew'.
The camera switches to our announce team. Williams Masters is turning red with laughter while Jarred shakes his head sadly.
Jarred: "Let's get to our next event."
Masters: "FAT-ASS STEW! WHOOOO-HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The camera is shown backstage and is focused on Mike Monroe standing backstage on his cell phone. He can be heard finishing a conversation.
Monroe: I'll talk to you later, Riley. Next time I'm in town, we'll all go out and chill. Later, man.
Mike hangs up the phone and starts to walk towards the XTC locker room and almost runs into Eddie Rowan.
Monroe: What's going on? Heard that you were looking for me. What do you need?
Eddie looks Mike straight in the eye for a moment before responding.
Eddie: "We've been through alot, you and I, Mikey. The way I see it, we settled our differences a long time ago, but now what I think we ought to do is bury the proverbial hatchet. I'm teaming up with one of your partners tonight, after all. I'm not looking to join the gang or anything. I just want to let it be known that we're on the same page."
He looks down to his hand, then dusts it off on his shorts before offering it towards Monroe.
Eddie: "What'dya say?"
Mike looks at Eddie's outstretched hand for a minute, but finally decides to shake it.
Monroe; Look, Eddie, we probably won't be as close as we were like we were when we were in BA, but I can be civil with you. I can understand what you did, but not how you went about it. I'm not going to rehash old wounds, so I ain't gonna remind you about what you did. Just remember, you know what happens when you piss me off. If you remember correctly, I ended the streak. So, as far as I am concerned, the hatchet is burried. But remember, you pull shit like that again, I will shove that hatchet so far down your throat, you will have to shit it out.
Eddie smirks at Mike, the two staring as several moments of awkward silence ensues. Finally, Eddie slaps Mike on the shoulder.
Eddie: "I wouldn't have it any other way, buddy."
With a casual wave, Eddie turns and walks off down the hall. Mike smirks to himself a moment, then turns to go about his business.
SINGLES MATCH (Non-Title) *****-----***** Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall. ‘One’ by Metallica begins to play as an eruption from a section of the fans is heard. Towers: On his way out to ringside first, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in at 245 lbs…RAZOR! Razor steps out looking ready for action, his eyes looking around the arena as many fans jump off their seats, Razor with his usual hardcore fans. Razor now steps down the ramp as he claps the hands of the fans, and then slides into the ring waiting on his opponent, already set in position. ‘Slow Chemical’ by Finger Eleven begins to play as the arena falls into a shell of darkness. Towers: And arriving out now hailing from Edinburgh, Scotland and weighing in at 301 lbs…He is the CZW Ultra Violent Champion…SHRAPNEL! There is an explosion of flames on the ramp and the arena goes a hazy red. Slow Chemical by Finger 11 echo's throughout the arena. Shrapnel walks slowly to the ring with a black towel on his head concealing his face, and the CZW UV Title on his shoulder. He gets to the ring apron and steps over the top rope and into the ring. As Razor stands to one side, Shrapnel now stands in the center of the ring for a few seconds with his head down then he slowly removes the towel from his head in time with the lights coming up. Masters: I am glad that arrival is over and done with, I hate being shut into darkness with the likes of you sitting next to me. Daniels: Likewise. And these guys should be about to put on a great match up, both with a hardcore edge about them, Shrapnel of course the Ultra Violent Champion, Razor with experience in Japan and other parts in the most extreme matches imaginable. Masters: CZW is not like any other fed though Jarred, and this Champion we see in front of us is unlike any other competitor. *DING DING* Daniels: The bell rings, lets get this one on the road. - The match begins as Razor starts to pick up a cheer from the CZW fans. Shrapnel takes no notice of this though, almost enjoyed that the fans are acting negatively towards him. Shrapnel begins now to walk slowly towards Razor, his eyes pierced on his opponent. He then launches himself, trying for the lock up, however Razor dodges out of the way, sidestepping the monster, clearly having the speed advantage inside the contest. Daniels: Even though Shrapnel may be the favorite for this match, as he out weighs and towers above Razor, this hardcore veteran will make this a very tough match for the Champ. Masters: Yes Razor talks about how he is more hardcore than Shrapnel, but the only man with that Ultra violent Title is the monster Shrapnel, and that makes him the most hardcore, and one of the most dangerous men in CZW! Daniels: Well Razor here we can see his tactic is to keep moving, as he sidesteps his way around the ring, he may put Shrapnel off his game here, William. Masters: Until the big man catches him of course, Jarred. - Shrapnel growls as he attempts another lock up, however Razor this time not only dodges, he manages to hit a fore arm smash on the head of Shrapnel. Razor hits another, then dances circles around the beast. Razor now bounces off the ropes as he hit’s a diving fore arm smash, actually knocking Shrapnel backwards, as he dizzily dances around the ring. Daniels: So far so good by the Cut Throat Thriller member, Razor. Having been in the business for so long, I am sure this man has come against men this big before. Masters: But never has Razor seen a man with such aggression and such a mental state… Daniels: I may have to agree with you there, William, this Shrapnel may be capable of almost anything here. CZW is one of the most hardcore feds around, William, but Shrapnel may just take it that extra mile. Masters: That is why he is champ and Razor isn’t. And this is THE most hardcore federation, Jarred. - The fans begin to build up a loud Razor chant all around the arena, as Razor now seems to be getting the better of the UV champ. Shrapnel launches towards him again as Razor ducks, Shrapnel falling into the corner as Razor unleashed with lefts and rights, Shrapnel however brushes him off as he throws him across the ring. Razor is back up though as both men run towards each other and collides…RAZOR WITH A DROPKICK TO THE KNEECAP OF SHRAPNEL! Daniels: FINALLY THIS BEAST IS DOWN! Masters: It’s one thing to knock a man down, Jarred, it’s another thing to keep him down. - Shrapnel thrusts Razor away once more as Razor relentlessly comes back and kicks the weakened leg of Shrapnel. Shrapnel this time grabs Razor by the throat as he gets back to his feet, however wobbling slightly under the pressure. Masters: This could be it already, Shrapnel has got Razor exactly where he wants him. Daniels: NO…SHRAPNEL LIFTS RAZOR UP…NO HE COUNTERS…RAZOR WITH AN ALMIGHTY DDT! Masters: My God, I thought Shrapnel was going to hit his mighty Chokeslam then, but Razor countered, I am flabbergasted. Daniels: As are these fans William. - Razor gets chants all around the arena now as he suddenly kips up. Shrapnel is now making his way up, levering on the ropes for extra support. Razor now runs at Shrapnel flying at him… Daniels: ONE MAN MAY GO OVER THE ROPES HERE… Masters: NO…SHRAPNEL GRABS RAZOR IN MID AIR… - Razor went for a cross body to get Shrapnel over the ropes, however Shrapnel now has Razor in his grasp…BACKBREAKER! Shrapnel now covers… 1 - - - 2 - - - KICKOUT! - Razor rolls over inside the ring as Shrapnel is now the man on the attack, limping over towards Razor like a large looming eerie shadow. Shrapnel grabs Razor by the hair and lifts him to his feet with one hand…then hit s large throat thrust sending him back into the ropes, he bounces off…straight into a BIG BOOT! Masters: When this man is on a roll Jarred, there’s no stopping him, and no coming back from it. Daniels: He is like a Grim Reaper, edging his way closer to you all the time, and when your time is eventually up, he punishes you. Masters: And these fans have just been silenced by that big boot from this monster. - Shrapnel looks around at the worried looking faces as he grins, almost laughing. He bends over to pick Razor back up but amazingly, he fights back with a kick to the skull. Razor kips up once more as he now hit’s a running spinning elbow, knocking Shrapnel back, shocking him and the fans once more. Razor now gets back up as he stays on the attack like superglue, hitting kicks to the shins of Shrapnel, then hit’s a high kick to the head as Shrapnel flops to his knees. Razor then hit’s a third kick which stings the head of the Champ, and echoes around Vancouver. Razor finishes the attack as he runs off and bounces off the ropes…BUZZSAW KICK TO THE HEAD! And a COVER! 1 - - - 2 - - - 3! Masters: PHEW! SHRAPNEL KICKS OUT! Daniels: Oh My, I thought Razor had just slayed the beast then with those quick feet of his. Masters: Now what is this maniac doing? Is this man insane?! Daniels: He wants to prove he is hardcore, Jarred, against the UV Champion! - The fans are now off their feet as Razor is off his feet also, now climbing to the top rope. Shrapnel begins to stagger back to his feet as Razor awaits him, breathing a sigh of release as he waits to dive off… Daniels: RAZOR RISKING HIS LIFE HERE! Masters: 620 SLPASH…NO WAY…BLOODY HELL JARRED…THIS MONSTER…THIS BEAST…HE IS JUST INCREDIBLE! Daniels: I am in shock… - Razor risked his life as he flips around looking for the modified splash, looking to hit a standing Shrapnel…but in mid air, the beast catches him on his shoulders… RAZOR SLIDES OFF BEHIND HIM… Daniels: I can’t believe my eyes, Razor just countered back…and HIT’S A REVERSE DDT FROM BEHIND! Masters: IT’S OVER! Daniels: It may very well be over, William. Masters: No you pestering little tick…It’s Over…Razor’s famous Reverse DDT! AND HE COVERS! Daniels: Can he beat the UV Champion?! 1 - - - 2 - - - 3! Daniels: He did it! Masters: NO…THE REFEREE CALLS FOR A TWO COUNT…SHRAPNEL GOT HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! Daniels: Wow, that is an advantage of being a tall guy, he reaches over with those large legs, and this arena is stunned. - Razor slams his fists down on the canvas as he gets up and asks the referee if it was a two count for real. Shrapnel now sits up, his eyes glazed over with fury as he turns his head towards Razor, the fans making noise as Shrapnel gets to his feet. Masters: Razor you may want to turn around now… Daniels: OH MY…SHRAPNEL GRABS RAZOR…EXIT WOUND!!!!!!!!! - - - - - - Masters: NO…RAZOR SLIPS OFF THE GRIP OF SHRAPNEL…COUNTERING YET AGAIN! Daniels: Razor now with a Buzzsaw kick to the head…NO…SHRAPNEL DUCKS… EXECUTIONERS DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Masters: And when a near seven footer hit’s a super kick of his own, it has to be all over! Daniels: Once again the fans are on the edge of their feet as Shrapnel covers… 1 - - - - 2 - - - - 3!!! Daniels: There was no getting up from that. Masters: This Shrapnel is proving to be a force to be reckoned with. And Razor, even though he gave it a valiant effort needs to go back and regroup, maybe his partner who got a win earlier tonight can help him there. Towers: AND THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST…THE ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION…SHRAPNEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - Shrapnel grabs the Title belt off the referee as he holds it up in the air, the lights now dimmer as his arms raise up. Razor meanwhile is just coming back to consciousness as Shrapnel stands over him, grinning with pure delight. Daniels: I hope Shrapnel doesn’t try anything funny here. Masters: He has already proved what he needed to, he has no reason to prove any more. Daniels: Wait, this is…KILJOY! What is he doing here?! Masters: Well he said he wanted to get involved with the Ultra violent Champion, however I would have to call him a man who is insane if he was to get inside that ring with the Champion right now. Daniels: I don’t know William, we all know Kiljoy is a man who is far beyond insane. He is a pure maniac. And he has a damn steel chair in his hand! Masters: Bloody hell Jarred here we go, Kiljoy has just crawled inside the ring and walks right up to Shrapnel, these guys could go at it here. Daniels: This is what the Ultra Violent Championship is all about! WAIT…WHAT THE HELL?! Masters: KILJOY…WHY? WHAT? HE JUST CRACKED RAZOR RIGHT IN THE HEAD WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR! Daniels: What did Razor ever do to him?! Masters: Does Kiljoy need a reason. His head is more boggled than Matt Covey’s liver during a Friday night session. Daniels: Point taken. And Shrapnel is just laughing at this, Kiljoy and Shrapnel are a team now?! Masters: I don’t think so, I think Kiljoy is just proving a point to Shrapnel, and well…Shrapnel enjoys seeing people get beaten up. - The fans boo loudly as Shrapnel watches on with a huge grin, as Kiljoy lifts Razor up and places the chair down on the canvas. Kiljoy looks over at the champ as he smiles at Shrapnel, and then DROPS RAZOR ONTO THE CHAIR WITH THE COULROPHOBIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daniels: Is someone going to stop this brutal assault? Razor could be seriously hurt after that. Masters: Well one thing is for sure, Shrapnel isn’t going to stop this. Why Don’t you Jarred? Because I am not going to get in there, I know that much. Daniels: Shrapnel now just shaking his head, laughing at Razor and Kiljoy…STOP THIS YOU MANIAC! - Kiljoy through a cloud of boos and abuse from the fans, picks Razor up again and hits another Coulrophobia right onto the steel chair, Razor now motionless. Shrapnel simply walks over to Kiljoy as they stare each other down again, as Shrapnel slides past holding the Title on his shoulder. Shrapnel now exit’s the ring as Kiljoy looks directly at him, standing over the body of Razor, a smile on his face, his eyes full of immense madness. Daniels: Well Shrapnel leaves and still no one has come to help Razor…OH HERE COMES BLADE BUT HE IS TOO LATE…Kiljoy cowardly rolls out of the ring and away up the ramp, he is damn proud of what he has done, William. Masters: Well maybe he should be. He clearly impressed the champ right there with that show of viciousness. And he may even get back into the UV Title race with that performance. Daniels: Well if that is the way you get places in CZW, it is a damn joke. However our missing GM if he is watching this, knowing him he would be clapping these events now. Masters: Jesse Montana would be proud, which makes me proud, well done Kiljoy. Daniels: You sicken me Masters. And you know what, I hope Blade and Razor get their revenge, and look who is here now, Chino. Where as he earlier? And he just stands on the top of the stage, is he liking the sight of Razor injured?! Masters: Who knows what is in his head, Jarred. Daniels: Well next we have our Dumpster match, I am sure Sawyer is looking for revenge after what Kris did to him earlier tonight. We will be back shortly. *****-----*****
Jenny Jacobs is shown backstage with Mike King.
Jacobs: Mike why have you decided to throw your friend and tag team partner Brian Kirkland under the bus to join The Next Generation at the CZW Pandemonium just last week?
King looks at Jenny and then at the camera.
King: Jenny, I've worked too hard to be held down the way that I have been as of late. Brian and I, wanted to be a tag team and we were never given that chance. Instead he was given the Ultraviolent title and I was given the door to the face.
Jacobs: That still does not excuse your joining The Next Generation.
King looks like he is gonna snap at Jenny for her statement with his facials but he does not.
King: I am not looking for excuses anymore Jenny. The new Mike King that debuted in The Combat Zone at Pandemonium does not make excuses and only moves forward.
Jenny is starting to show concern.
Jacobs: Is there anything you have to say to Brian Kirkland?
King pulls at a straind of his hair before responding.
King: Yes, as a matter of fact there is. See I never got to ask him this because he left right after our match at Pandemonium for an emergency back in North Carolina. Everytime I tried calling him I got nothing back in return so I am hopefully getting to him right now.
Brian I am giving you two weeks to decide Youthful Agression's fate. You can either be with me or against me, I don't care anymore because this Mike King, the real Mike King is not making excuses for nothing.
King walks off leaving Jenny alone.
Jacobs: Obviously Mike has left us with more questions than answers with his standing.
The scene cuts to showing the backstage part of the arena as the fans cheers are heard echoing through the halls.
BACKSTAGE DUMPSTER MATCH *****-----***** Announcer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Backstage Dumpster Match. The winner will prevail when he places his opponent into the dumpster and closes the lid. Our first competitor hails from Tokyo, Japan, by way of Grand Rapids, Michigan, one half of the Kaiju Warriors, Godzilla SAWYER!" The 'Godzilla Unleashed' theme plays. From the right side and down a nearby hallway Sawyer walks anxiously onto the scene. He surveys the area, seeing the various tables, fencing, even a stack of wooden pallets, anything that might be useful to him. Looking at the main camera he raises his hand in the air, and even back here he can hear the voices of the crowd as they cheer. Annoucer: "And his opponent, hailing from Raleigh, North Carolina, 'Big Time' Kris Kamikaze!" 'When Worlds Collide' by Powerman 5000 begins to play and the audience begins to boo loudly. However, Kris Kamikaze does not appear. Agents and other personnel begin to mull around. Jarred: "There seems to be some difficulty..." Suddenly Kris Kamikaze's face appears on the Titantron. Kris: "Now, I know there is a monitor close by where the match is supposed to be. Someone put that right by Sawyer so I can talk to him directly!" A monitor on wheels is pushed to where Sawyer and the others can see. Kris: "All right, listen up. At Pandemonium, I have to admit that Godzilla Sawyer did something to me that no one else has ever done, and it was pretty horrible. I've been doing this a long time, though, and I ain't letting no fat ass man-in-a-rubber-suit wannabe reject manipulate me into doing something I'm not inclined to do. Sawyer, I've already told you that I am not wrestling someone at your level. You are nothing compared to me. You haven't had the time in the business I've had. You haven't soared to the heights that I have. You are nothing while I am everything, and I deserve better opposition. So, once again, I forfeit. You can have another meaningless win, Sawyer, knowing that you did absolutely nothing to get it. I'm out!" The monitor and Combatron goes dead. Jarred: "It seems that Kris Kamikaze is once again no-showing his match with Godzilla." Masters: "Makes perfect sense. Everyone on the roster should look at Sawyer as unworthy of any kind of push around here." Jarred: "But what has Kris Kamikaze done since he's been here? He has to have matches and win them to rise up the ladder." Masters: "Big Time Kris Kamikaze doesn't have to prove himself to anyone, Jarred." Still backstage, Ryan Lewis comes onto the screen. Lewis: "What a decision made by Kris Kamikaze. Godzilla Sawyer, do you have a response?" The camera moves a little to the left, but all we see is Sawyer walking steadily down a hallway away from the scene. *****-----*****
SINGLES MATCH (Non-Title) *****-----***** DANIELS: Welcome back to Overdrive, ladies and gentlemen! We have just passed the halfway point in tonight's broadcast, and it is now time for a match-up that has taken, well, a rather sinister turn these past few days. MASTERS: Sinister? Oh please! DANIELS: Now, we all know the troubles that Mike Monroe and Beautiful Agony went through over the past few months with the sick and twisted Mr Kiljoy, regarding the kidnapping of Lauren and Tatum Regan, as well as the shocking, devestating accident that befell Jacob Havok just over a month ago at No Remorse. Well, "The Misfit" Mike Monroe made a spectacular return to CZW and saved the day, and although Beautiful Agony has since retired itself, Monroe himself has gone from strength to strength, becoming the latest official member of Team XTC, competing in a main event, and even finding himself with an opportunity to compete for the biggest prize of them all, the World Heavyweight Championship! MASTERS: Yes, but tonight, he faces an altogether different beast: The Intercontinental Champion, Justin Marsham, the man who put the FORMER World Heavyweight Champion Maynard O'Toole out for what could be an indefinite amount of time at Pandemonium last week, and the man who - in Monroe's mind - has poured gasoline on the emotional flames stirred up by the actions of Mr Kiljoy. DANIELS: What do you mean, "in Monroe's mind"? The man followed Mike's best friend round the grocery store like some sort of sadistic sex pervert, and I quote, "just to show how easy it would be"! Marsham knows exactly what he's doing, and I don't like it one bit! MASTERS: Did he kidnap her? DANIELS: No, but that's.. MASTERS: Then I don't see what the big deal is! If Monroe's really that bothered he shouldn't be letting her wander the streets alone! "Last" by Nine Inch Nails hits the soundsystem, and Justin Marsham steps out from the curtain to a chorus of boos. TOWERS: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall.. Introducing first, from Fort Wayne, Indiana.. weighing in at 219lbs.. the CZW Intercontinental Champion.. JJJUUUSSSTTTIIINNN MMMAAARRRSSSHHHAAAMMM!!! Marsham strolls down the ramp, a sinister smile visible beneath the protective mask still covering his face. He walks up the ring steps onto the apron, and steps through the ropes, paying the jeering fans no attention whatsoever. He turns to face the CombatTron, and performs some last minute stretches as his music fades out. There is a brief silence, and then "The River" by Good Charlotte hits, sending the fans into raptures. TOWERS: And his opponent.. from Tiffin, Ohio.. weighing in at 201lbs.. "The Misfit", MMMMMIIIIIKKKKKEEEEE MMMMMOOOOONNNNNRRRRROOOOOEEEEE!!!!! Monroe steps out onto the stage, staring intensely at Marsham on the far side of the ring. In his hand he clutches one of his trademark light tubes, and stards twirling it as if it were a lightsabre. MASTERS: What is he doing with that!? DANIELS: Meaning business, that's what! Suddenly, Monroe sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. He leaps to his feet, and charges across the apron, swinging for Marsham with the light tube. However, Marsham ducks, and rolls under the ropes out of the ring. MASTERS: AHH! HE'S CRAZY!!! DANIELS: Good lord, to say Monroe is fired up here would be an understatement! Marsham just looks up into the ring, as Monroe screams at him to get in and fight. Marsham, however, starts shouting at the referee, demanding that the light tube be removed from the equation. The ref pleads with Monroe, who reluctantly agrees, and steps back. Marsham steps forwards hesitantly, and climbs up onto the apron. He looks at Monroe, and steps through the ropes, but before he can even bring his other foot in, Monroe attacks, pounding him with fists to the back and head. *DING DING!* Monroe drags Marsham through the ropes and into the center of the ring, where he hits an STO backbreaker, dropping Marsham to the mat. Straight away, Monroe picks Marsham back up, and whips him off the ropes. Marsham rebounds, and Monroe lifts him up and over his back, keeping hold for a second before dropping down with a Beach Break. Monroe then hits the ropes, rolling forwards on the rebound into a somersault leg drop. DANIELS: Rolling thunder, and Monroe starting this match with some real intensity! MASTERS: That's what you've gotta do against Marsham, keep the pace up and keep moving, because if he gets the chance to slow you down and lock in some of those submission holds, you've had it! Monroe quickly makes a pin attempt.. ONE! - - KICK OUT! Monroe gets to his feet, and stomps down a couple of times on Marsham, before lifting him to a standing position. Monroe spins Marsham around, then hooks the arms, hitting a tiger suplex. Monroe rolls through, then lifts Marsham up, hitting a wheelbarrow facebuster, the fans lapping it up. Monroe rolls Marsham over, and steps through the ropes onto the apron, before making his way up the turnbuckle. DANIELS: Monroe looking for a little high-risk offence.. Monroe stands upright on the top of the turnbuckle for a second, and takes a breath, before leaping off and hitting a double stomp right to the heart of the Intercontinental Champion. DANIELS: Top-rope double stomp, Monroe is dominating the early stages here.. this could be all! Monroe makes another pin attempt.. ONE! - - - - TWO! KICK OUT! Monroe gets up once more, and steps out onto the apron. He watches on as Marsham staggers back to his feet, then leaps up onto the top rope, and springboards off, hitting a blockbuster. Monroe positions Marsham in front of the turnbuckle again, and steps up towards it. He looks out at the fans, who cheer excitedly, then jumps up onto the second rope, springboarding up onto the top, and leaping back in a moonsault.. ..but Marsham rolls out of the way! DANIELS: Oh no! Nobody there for Mike Monroe, who may have just taken one risk too many! Monroe writhes around on the canvas, clutching his chest, as Marsham lies right up against the turnbuckle, trying to shake off Monroe's onslaught. Marsham eventually pulls himself up using the ropes, but Monroe is just ahead of him, catching him with a knee to the midsection followed by a European uppercut. Monroe climbs up to the second rope, and starts driving his fist into the head of Marsham, the crowd counting along enthusiastically. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! - Monroe tilts his head back and takes a breath.. - TEN!!! Monroe hops down, and grabs Marsham's wrist. He whips him, but Marsham reverses, dragging Monroe's arm across his own throat and hitting a half-straightjacket lungblower. DANIELS: OH! Marsham somehow hitting back, fighting on pure instinct, you've gotta believe! Marsham struggles back to his feet, clutching his head, as Monroe slowly does the same, facing away from the IC champ. Marsham stalks his opponent, then comes up behind, scooping him up and hitting a piledriver, Monroe literally bouncing off the canvas. DANIELS: WICKED DRIVER, NUMBER 4! MASTERS: He dropped Monroe like a big green basketball! Marsham gets back to his feet, still moving a little gingerly, and walks around the barely-moving body of Mike Monroe. MASTERS: And now we see the Marsham side of things coming in to play. Cold, calculating, figuring out his next move. Marsham suddenly hooks the arms of the face-down Monroe, and flips over into a bridge. DANIELS: The ETF Lock! Monroe thrashes about, desperately trying to escape the hold. Fortunately for him, the ropes aren't too far away, and he manages to hook a foot over it. Marsham keeps the hold locked in for the full extent of the referee's 5-count, much to the displeasure of the crowd, before finally letting go. He rolls back to his feet, and stomps on Monroe's head a couple of times, before dragging him into the center of the ring. Marsham rolls Monroe over, and hits an elbow drop, before going for a cover.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - KICK OUT! Marsham picks Monroe back up, and hits a pumphandle backbreaker, following up with a sleeper hold. Monroe tries to fight out, but Marsham has it locked on tight. Monroe's resistance gradually becomes less and less, until his arms hang limply by his side. The referee takes hold of one of his wrists, and raises his arm into the air.. - - - It drops. The referee raises his arm again.. - - - It drops. The referee raises it one more time.. - - - It dro-NO! DANIELS: Monroe lives! Monroe grabs hold of Marsham's head, and forces himself up off the ground, hitting his opponent with a stunner. Marsham staggers backwards, allowing Monroe time to get back to his feet. Monroe lunges at Marsham, but Marsham side-steps, and locks in an octopus hold. MASTERS: You see, Jarred? Marsham can hit you anywhere, at any time! DANIELS: I don't think I ever argued that fact, William. Marsham is one hell of a competitor, possibly the most technically-gifted wrestler in the CZW today, although I'm sure the Jackal might have something to say about that.. Monroe cries out in pain as Marsham wrenches the hold. "The Misfit" slowly tries to step forward, desperately reaching for the ropes. He inches closer and closer.. until Marsham adjusts his position and rolls Monroe down to the mat, looking for an armbar. Monroe manages to roll through, though, and catches Marsham in a pinning position. DANIELS: Wait a minute, cover! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - KICK OUT! DANIELS: A near fall! A very, very, VERY near fall! Marsham looks around, somewhat surprised at how that happened, as Monroe slowly gets back to his feet, feeling the effects from Marsham's attacks. Marsham gets up, and doubles Monroe over with a kick to the midsection. Monroe staggers into the ropes, and Marsham strikes him a couple of times in the head, before performing an Irish whip. Monroe hits the ropes on the other side and rebounds. Marsham looks for a clothesline, but Monroe ducks it. Monroe rebounds again, and Marsham tilt-a-whirls him up into the Tombstone Piledriver position. DANIELS: Oh god, not another piledriver! Marsham stalls on one side of the ring, milking the moment. Suddenly, Monroe pushes himself out, and hits a headscissor takedown! Marsham gets up to a knee, and Monroe swiftly knocks him back down with a Glimmering Warlock. DANIELS: What a shot! And now Monroe looks as though he's getting a second wind here! Monroe drags Marsham in front of the turnbuckle, and steps through the ropes onto the apron again. MASTERS: Oh no, not again! DANIELS: Monroe going back up, this did not work out well for him last time.. Monroe ascends the turnbuckle, and leaps off.. ..Marsham moves again! ..but Monroe lands on his feet! He steadies himself, and turns round, nailing Marsham with a roaring elbow that sends the IC Champion staggering back into the corner. Monroe whips Marsham towards the other corner, but Marsham reverses, and it's Monroe's back that smashes into the turnbuckle. Marsham charges forward, looking for a Yakuza kick.. but Monroe moves! DANIELS: OH! Monroe avoids the contact, and Marsham is hung up in the corner! Marsham frees himself, and steps backwards.. DANIELS: Wait a second, Monroe hooks Marsham, this could be.. *BAM!* DANIELS: BLOOD FROM A STONE! BAH GAWD! IT'S OVER! Marsham lies motionless on the mat, as Monroe sits up. He looks around at the fans, all of them begging him to make the cover.. and stands up. MASTERS: What the hell is that idiot doing!? DANIELS: I don't know, Monroe's gotta make a cover here, Marsham is out! Monroe looks round at the fans some more, then turns back to look at his opponent, a look of growing intensity on his face. Suddenly, Monroe turns round, walks across the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside! DANIELS: Where on Earth is he going!? Monroe marches over towards the timekeeper.. and takes hold of the light tube. The fans' excitement builds up once again as they finally realise what Monroe is thinking, the noise growing in volume as Monroe rolls back into the ring. DANIELS: Monroe's got that light tube, and you remember what he said during the week, "when he snaps, people get hurt". MASTERS: Stop him referee! Monroe places the tube on the floor just in front of Marsham's head. He steps over it, and lifts a still-dazed Marsham up, setting him up on the turnbuckle facing away from the ring. DANIELS: Oh my god, what's Monroe planning here? Monroe turns his back on Marsham, and steps up onto the second rope. Monroe grabs Marsham by the neck, and pulls him over his shoulder. DANIELS: Oh no way.. from the second rope, are you kidding me!? MASTERS: He can't do this!!! Monroe draws a finger over his throat, and flips Marsham over as he leaps.. DANIELS: DEAD END.. WAIT!!! Marsham keeps rolling, and wraps an arm around Monroe's neck.. *SSSMMMAAASSSHHH!!!* DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.. ASSASSINATION DDT.. FROM THE SECOND-ROPE.. ONTO A GOD-DAMN LIGHT TUBE!!! MASTERS: I think Marsham just killed Mike Monroe!!! White powder lies strewn across the canvas, having exploded out of the shattered tube upon impact. Marsham rolls out of it, his fists clenched and his face contorted as small trickles of blood start to run over the bits of glass sticking into his back. He quickly comes to his senses, however, and dives on top of Monroe, hooking the leg.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! *DING DING DING!* TOWERS: Here is your winner.. JUSTIN MARSHAM!!! "Last" by Nine Inch Nails returns to the airwaves, as Marsham rolls off of Monroe and gets back to his feet. He looks around at the jeering fans as the referee raises his arm in victory, a rather less-than-celebratory expression on his face. DANIELS: Well another win here for Justin Marsham, but Monroe will feel he had this match won until he - quite honestly - let his emotions get the better of him. MASTERS: Even I admit he had Marsham beat.. what an idiot! Marsham turns back to face Monroe, and stares down at his still-motionless body. suddenly, Marsham shoves the referee to the ground, and grabs the legs of Mike Monroe. DANIELS: Oh come on now! What is this!? Marsham drags Monroe into the center of the ring, and after a quick look to the crowd, locks in the Executioner's Song. DANIELS: Come on Justin! Enough's enough! You've won the damn match, let him go! Monroe cries out in pain as Marsham wrenches back, straining and contorting the back and spine of his vanquished opponent. Monroe starts tapping out, as the referee desperately tries to pull Marsham off of him. Eventually, Marsham relents, and steps away as Monroe slumps back down to the canvas. He turns towards the CombatTron, and steps towards the ropes.. before swinging back round and locking in the Executioner's Song AGAIN. DANIELS: FOR GOD'S SAKE!!! Monroe starts tapping frantically again, as Marsham wrenches even harder than before. Suddenly, cheers start to ring around the arena, as El Pablo charges down the ramp, unbeknownst to Marsham. MASTERS: Oh god, him again!? Why does he always feel the need to involve himself in other people's business!? DANIELS: He's helping out his friends, William. If you had any, maybe you'd understand! EP leaps up onto the apron, and springboards off the top rope, dropkicking Marsham in the side of the head. Marsham rolls off and across the ring, as EP kips up and turns to face him, braced for combat. Marsham gets up, and steps towards EP, a scowl on his face. The two square up momentarily, before EP strikes Marsham in the face with a fist. Marsham smiles, and strikes EP back, sending the smaller man staggering backwards slightly. EP hits back, and a rally of sorts breaks out, as the crowd roars with excitement. EP, being the fresher man, starts to gain the advantage, until Marsham cuts him off with a knee to the midsection. EP doubles over, Marsham grabs him.. and flings him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle! EP peels himself off the post, and turns round, only to get struck in the head with a Yakuza kick. MASTERS: Haha! This little "helping out" doesn't seem to be going too well, does it? Marsham grabs EP, and whips him across the ring, following in hot pursuit. Suddenly, EP leaps up onto the turnbuckle, and cartwheels along the top-rope, landing alongside Marsham as the IC champion crashes into the turnbuckle. DANIELS: Wait a second! EP FT..No, Marsham rolls out of harm's way! Marsham drops under the ropes and out of the ring, and retrieves his Intercontinental title belt from the bellringer. He walks past the ring towards the ramp, as EP watches on, calling on Marsham to get back in. Marsham turns round, and points a finger at EP as he walks backwards up the ramp. EP bends down and tends to Monroe, his eyes still focused on Marsham. The camera lingers on the IC champion, who grins somewhat sinisterly with his finger still pointing at EP, before cutting to a commercial. *****-----*****
TAG TEAM MATCH *****-----***** Jarred Daniels: “Well, here comes El Fuego! Krimzon Blaze has been on a roll as of late and we have already seen El Pablo tonight in the previous match.” William Masters: “How the Hell does El Pablo think he can involve himself in business that is not his!” Jarred Daniels: “Well, El Pablo has always been a man of his word and—WATCH OUT!” While Blaze and Pablo make their way to the ring, neither man spots Timmons and King as they emerge from over the guard railing. Timmons takes on El Pablo and King sizes up Blaze – and their sneak attack is a success! El Pablo is sent into the ring steps and Blaze is hurled into the ring with King following. Jarred Daniels: “Official Danny Spade has been designated for this match and he signals the bell when King and Blaze enter the ring. El Pablo is shaking off the collision with those steel steps and Timmons is returning to his side of the ring. It looks to me like they wanted Blaze to start this match off and what a way to make sure of that!” Wrenching Blaze’s right arm, King steps in and throws him to the ropes. Blazes holds on and reverses – sending King instead. Upon his return, Blaze drops down and forces King to leap over him or be tripped. King picks up more speed as he returns off the opposite ropes and Blaze leaps up to land a Dropsault! King is taken off his feet and Blaze goes to the ropes. Moonsault off the second rope and—NO! King scouts the move and pulls up his knees, forcing Blaze to land into knees! Jarred Daniels: “Good move by King and he gets a chance to regain the advantage. Both men regain a vertical base, but King trips Blaze up. Enziguri by Blaze—NO! Counter! King with a dragon screw leg whip on the right leg and Blaze’s ACL could be torn right there! Look at the torque of that move!” William Masters: “King pulls Blaze over to his team’s corner and tags in Timmons. King with a heel hold and Timmons slingshots into the ring with an elbow! The point of that elbow was just driven into Blaze’s solar plexus!” When King departs the ring, Timmons now goes on the attack. He stomps furiously on Blaze’s right leg! Blaze manages to get free from this assault and returns to his feet. Timmons with a lariat, but Blaze ducks beneath. Blaze goes to the ropes, but Timmons simply backs up and throws an elbow backwards – rattling Blaze’s brain! The shot allows Timmons the opportunity to execute a chop block to the back of Blaze’s right leg— -- —and he does! Jarred Daniels: “El Pablo hasn’t even seen action yet, but Timmons and King are basically picking Blaze apart. He really needs to tag in the Five Star Superstar.” William Masters: “Great team work here. They know they need to keep Blaze down. He is the Aerial Specialist after all.” Attention remains trained on Blaze’s right leg. Timmons focuses his attack on that specific body part, but Blaze does his best to wiggle free from any attempted holds. He launches himself up off the canvas – still enough strength in his legs to do that – and discovers himself on Timmons’ shoulders! He goes for a hurricanrana, but Timmons struggles to counter! Blaze responds with a Fame-Asser variation and drives Timmons face first into the mat! Jarred Daniels: “Blaze with the pin!” ONE! NO! Timmons kicks out with authority and Blaze moves quickly to tag in El Pablo. Blaze throws out a hand and El Pablo seeks to meet it! William Masters: “WAIT! King dropped off the ring apron and he just pulled El Pablo off apron. Blaze and his hand missed and King’s being shown why you don’t do that! El Pablo sends King into the ring and gives chase. Spade intercepts El Pablo and King gets away scott-free!” Unsure of how exactly it played out, Blaze only knows that he is in the ring and is still the legal man. Timmons cinches in an abdominal stretch and tags in King once he returns to the corner. King takes a cheap shot at Blaze’s exposed ribs before whipping Blaze back to the canvas with a dragon screw! Immediately, he locks in a standing leg lock on the downed Aerial Specialist. Just as King had done earlier to interrupt the tag attempt, Timmons drops off the apron and runs over to El Pablo from the outside. This time, however, El Pablo is ready. He springs up and off the ropes with an Asai Moonsault and takes Timmons out! This forces the attention of Danny Spade to turn to the outside and he rushes over to the ringside. King notices this and relinquishes the standing leg lock and begins to choke Krimzon! Jarred Daniels: “Did Timmons just educate King in cheating 101?” Fists soar and Blaze battles his way up from the ground. King accepts each shot and, while he has visibly difficulty with his right leg, Blaze is relentless. He hip tosses King to the canvas. When King returns, an arm drag takes him down. Once again, King returns, but Blaze throws a haymaker! King ducks and sweeps behind Blaze. King tries to seize the opportunity, but—NO! Blaze with a Pele kick! King is knocked down and Blaze crawls to his corner! Meanwhile, the war on the outside continues. El Pablo is fully aware of what is happening inside the ring while he drives repeated boots into Timmons’ upper abdomen as Canada’s Finest is trapped between the floor and the guard railing. Pablo spots Blaze coming to the corner and hurries to get up to the ring apron and get the tag. William Masters: “Timmons snatches Pablos’ ankle! He cannot get to the ring!” Jarred Daniels: “Damn IT! Spade’s sorting out the chaos on the outside, but its too late for Blaze AGAIN! King with a chop block to the back of Blaze’s right knee and everyone is sent back to their respective posts on the apron.” William Masters: “Isolation! Check out how Mike King is keeping Krimzon Blaze isolated. He maintains that side leg lock and wrenches Blaze’s right ankle. Do you see how he has it pressed? Blaze is basically immobilized and – to make things worst for his team – prevented from making a tag. Timmons and King had this game planned out.” Jarred Daniels: “The official checks to see if Blaze submits, but I highly doubt that he has no fight left. Krimzon Blaze will never give up like this, especially—WOAH—what the Hell?! That’s cheating – plain and simple!” While the official, Danny Spade, checks on Blaze, King extends his hands out to his partner. Timmons secures a hold and rears back – doubling the pressure on Blaze’s leg. Blaze howls in anguish, but refuses to submit. Spade looks up at various intervals, but does not see the cheating tactic performed. King and Timmons repeat this process twice before King eventually relinquishes the hold. William Masters: “Blaze is free, but not quite. King’s dragging him across the canvas and drapes that right knee across the bottom rope. King launches himself up and comes crashing right back down on that knee! Knee, ankle, shin – it doesn’t matter! King is determined to take out one of Blaze’s wheels and I think that’s an extremely wise decision.” Jarred Daniels: “It is, but I really think Timmons is rubbing off on King. This is ridiculous.” William Masters: “Oh stop it, Jarred. You whine too much.” After a trio of impact crashes into Blaze’s outstretched right leg, King pulls him back and sharply kicks the inside of Blaze’s thigh. With his opponent’s boot still secure in his hand, King tags in Timmons. When the tag is made, Timmons climbs the turnbuckle and King does his best to spread Blaze’s leg out across the canvas. He succeeds, but not without having to put up a great fight. Timmons sails off the top rope and drives a leg down across Blaze’s weakening leg. On the opposite side of the ring, El Pablo looks fired up. He repeatedly beats his fists against the turnbuckle padding and stomps wildly against the apron. He wants in. He needs in. William Masters: “Timmons showing a little of his cocky side now. He’s just slapping the back of Blaze’s head. Krimzon can barely stand when Timmons drags him up to a vertical base. Canada’s Finest with a huge knee-breaker and Timmons immediately sinks in a Figure Four Leg Lock!” Jarred Daniels: “NO! Krimzon with that free leg kicks Timmons away! He crawls towards El Pablo!” Timmons is shot backwards with a surprisingly powerful kick and Krimzon dives towards El Pablo. His fingers extend and his arm seems to grow to new lengths! Jarred Daniels: “Blaze falls short, but he tries again!” William Masters: “Nope! King hurries in and now both Timmons and King pull Blaze away from his corner. El Pablo looks irate, but—“ Jarred Daniels: “—OH CHEAP SHOT BY TIMMONS!” Out of nowhere, Timmons clocks El Pablo with a straight punch. This causes El Pablo to enter the ring. Spade quickly intercepts El Pablo and forces him back to the ring apron; however, this grants Timmons and King ample time to do some double team damage on Blaze. Timmons pulls Blaze up onto his shoulder for a power-bomb and King looks poised behind to complete the double team maneuver. William Masters: “GOD! WHAT?!?! Blaze counters and drops off Timmons shoulders, pulling Canada’s Finest with him, and dives his head into the canvas with an impressive DDT. King’s right there though. Rear waist lock on the rising, but hobbling Blaze!” Not one, but two back elbows are driven backwards and into King’s jaw. The shot rocks King’s head and allows Blaze to react – dropping his opponent with a modified jawbreaker! King and Timmons are both down and Blaze scurries to his corner. He needs to make the tag. Sweat pours from his brow and he is visibly exhausted. He reaches out for the tag. His fingers are mere inches. NO – mere centimeters! Jarred Daniels: “Tag him damn it!” William Masters: “Sorry, Jarred. Timmons has him! He’s dragging Blaze back into the center of that ring and—NO! Enziguri! Timmons’ head is nearly knocked clean off his shoulders!” Jarred Daniels: “BLAZE DIVES AND THERE’S THE TAG! HERE COMES EL PABLO!!!” With Timmons down, King rushes into the ring, but is taken down with a hard clothesline. By this time, Timmons has returned to his feet and El Pablo launches him to the ropes. Upon his return, El Pablo spins Timmons around with a Tilt-a-Whirl Gut-buster! The knee is planted and Timmons is brought down hard, driving all the air from his lungs. The shot also causes Timmons to stand, holding his chest. El Pablo reacts quickly and executes an inverted lungblower – grappling Timmons by the back of the head after bringing his knees up to Timmons’ chest. El Pablo drops back and a loud howl erupts all the way from Canada. Jarred Daniels: “El Pablo may have just broken one of Timmons’ ribs there! He goes for a cover!” One. TW—no! Mike King interrupts! Guiding El Pablo to his feet and off from Timmons, Mike King thinks that he has the upper hand; however, El Pablo lures him in. One quick elbow catches King off guard and El Pablo swiftly muscles him down with a spine-buster! The shot rocks King and forces him to roll out to the ring apron. Timmons is only now starting to get to his feet, but El Pablo takes to the ropes. Jarred Daniels: “Off the middle rope and there’s a corkscrew into a clothesline! Timmons is down once more and there’s a pin!” ONE. - TWO! - Jarred Daniels: “THR—NO! Timmons manages to get a shoulder up just in the nick of time.” William Masters: “Timmons goes for a tag—and gets it! Here comes King and El Pablo welcomes it! I’m telling you tonight Mike King has shown a new side. He has worked on Krimzon Blaze like a pro who, by the way, is still nursing that knee on the apron.” Collar-and-elbow tie-up and both El Pablo and King jockey for position. The battle is won by the fresh man and El Pablo forces King into his own corner. A sequence of knife edged chops ring out as El Pablo slaps the backside of his hand across King’s exposed chest. Without hesitation, El Pablo tags in Krimzon. From the corner, El Pablo pulls King up and holds him with a stalling vertical suplex. The blood rushes to King’s brain, but all would come crashing down as Krimzon leaps from the top turnbuckle and collides with King with a cross-body block! He falls into a pin! ONE! Jarred Daniels: “TWO!” William Masters: “THR—NO! King rolls through and has Krimzon’s shoulders down. He’s got that cradle secured!” ONE! - - TWO! - - Timmons pulls King’s feet up onto the middle rope, gaining leverage over Blaze! - - THREE! Jarred Daniels: “HOLY CRAP! HOW DID BLAZE KICK OUT?!?!” King has no idea that the third hand did not smack the canvas. He clearly believes Krimzon kicked out after the third count and turns his attention to Timmons to celebrate. Timmons shakes his head and redirects King’s attention to his opponent. By this time, Krimzon tags El Pablo back and the Five Star Superstar charges! Quick to react, King scores with a drop-toe-hold on El Pablo and quickly tags in Timmons. King rear mounts El Pablo and locks in a camel clutch. This allows Timmons to step in and drop a kick across the Five Star Superstar’s brow! Fans moan as the shot rings out and Timmons quickly rolls him over for a cover: One. TWO! THR—NO! El Pablo gets the shoulder up despite King’s attempts to keep Krimzon from entering the squared circle. William Masters: “Arm wrench via Timmons and El Pablo is pulled up onto his shoulders. Canada’s Finest looks to plant the Five Star Superstar down and there’s a nice Death Valley Driver!” Hooking both legs, Timmons looks to execute a Boston Crab, but El Pablo regains the advantage and executes a small package! ONE! - - TWO! - - Kick-out! Jarred Daniels: “With that near fall, Krimzon and King come into the ring. King and Krimzon lock-up! El Pablo holds the advantage over Timmons and—there’s a Spinning Heel Kick! Timmons is taken down. King to the ropes via Krimzon and El Pablo out of nowhere with a head-scissors! William Masters: “What is El Pablo doing?!” Jarred Daniels: “Krimzon’s got Timmons legs and he could be going for a Boston Crab here—WOAH WHAT? Krimzon slingshot Timmons up and El Pablo with perfect timing—Missile Drop-kick straight into Timmons’ jaw! It looked like Timmons just struck a brick wall!” Blaze attempts to collect what is left of Timmons, but King assails him from behind. One strong blow is delivered to the back of Blaze’s head. The forearm shot is followed by a swift movement, expelling Blaze from the squared circle. Blaze collapses on the outside; but here comes El Pablo! Jarred Daniels: “King throws a clothesline, but El Pablo hooks the arm! He floats behind King! COUNTER! King drops back and Samoan Drops El Pablo! Here we go! King resuscitates Timmons and the two are trying to capitalize.” William Masters: “Timmons goes for a Fall Away Slam. NO! King off the ropes and he throws up that boot! Yakuza Kick onto El Pablo’s skull! SHINING METALLICA!!! The shot gives Timmons enough momentum to spin El Pablo and drive him down with a huge side slam!” Timmons strikes the canvas hard as does El Pablo – both men scattering across the canvas! Mike King promptly dives in for the cover! ONE! - - TWO! - - William Masters: “By God, they won it!” THREE!!! Daniels: Mike King and Tim Timmons win! Masters: Yes they did Jarred, why are you so bloody shocked? This team are former World Tag Team Champions! Daniels: I am shocked William, and so are all of these fans, but I guess The Next Generation are for real business. I mean El Fuego are main eventers! Masters: And your saying Tim and Mike are not Main eventers, Jarred?! Daniels: That is not what I said William, but as you saw right there…WAIT…WHAT IS TIM AND MIKE DOING HERE?! (As Pablo and Blaze check on each other, Tim and Mike not only celebrate their win, but Tim and Mike hit simultaneous fore arm shots to the back of El Fuego, knocking both guys down. The fans boo and spit abuse at the Next Generation members as Tim now picks up El Pablo, dropping him quickly with the Canadian Driver. Mike now runs in and kicks Blaze right in the side of the head with a Metallica Kick. Suddenly the fans are shocked as two large men are seen walking down the ramp, meanwhile Mike and Timmons continue the assault. ) Masters: Who the hell are these two? Daniels: I can’t quite see William, but I figure it spells trouble for Pablo and Blaze. Masters: Impaler and Caleb?! (Just then we get a good look at the two men, who are none other than Caleb Walker and Impaler. Impaler gestures to Walker who quickly darts between the top and middle rope and grabbing a recovering Krimzon Blaze and sending him into the far ropes as Impaler runs parallel and as Blaze returns Walker goes for a flapjack but instead catches a big boot to the side of the head sending Blaze to the floor in a crumpled heap.) Daniels: What the hell! Masters: Well the referee has awarded this contest to El Fuego but the real story here seems to be the return after about five months of Impaler and Caleb Walker’s return from retirement all to join the Next Generation. Daniels: Seems like a cheap tactic, and a cheap way to return, these guys already got the win, why now do they have to do this crap?! LEAVE THESE GUYS ALONE YOU BIG BULLIES! Masters: AHHHHH here comes Mike Monroe! Daniels: Finally, something to cheer about. (Mike runs down the ramp at high speeds with a steel chair in his hand, as quickly all of the Next Generation stop the beat down of Blaze and Pablo and high tail it from the ring, sneaking around and back up the ramp as Mike checks on his partners.) Daniels: Well thank goodness for Monroe, however The Next Generation with a new look have certainly done their damage! Damn them! Masters: We better go for a break here folks, while Jarred calms himself down. ---
Meanwhile…Backstage the Next Generation have just walked past Jenny Jacobs.
(We return from commercial and we see Jenny Jacobs standing in front of Tim Timmons who has thrown on one of his trademark CZW shirts during the break Timmons is flanked by Impaler on his right and Caleb Walker on his left.)
Jenny: Well Tim you have surprised us these past weeks what with the formation of The Next Generation and now you have brought back two Legends of CZW I can only assume to help fine tune The Next Generation.
TT: Look, Jenny what do you see here, no wait, let me tell you what you see. You see how this company has evolved and with out these two men we would not be where we are today and with the knowledge that these two men have we will see The Next Generation rise to places that CZW never dreamed.
Jenny: Well, Impaler you have been MIA for the last five months some here in CZW wrote you off as retired and left it at that what do you have to say to those people?
Impaler: What do I have to say, how about this. The CZW has become engulfed in their own excess. All the gibberish, the whining, and the posturing. We’ve heard enough! We will return the CZW to what it once was, a controlled state of chaos, a world where only the strong rose to the top. Right now we have return to a place where people are eating in their own hype and getting fat off the baloney that they continue to produce.
Jenny: And you Mr. Walker doctors said you have hard time walking again let alone wrestling again and yet here you are.
Caleb: Jenny to those who wrote me off as injured and say that my career was over well you never count out the Western Nightmare and as for those doctors, well I guess they know how it fell to be wrong. Boys, let’s split.
(With that we cut the next match as The Next Generation walks off.)
Masters: Well as you see here, Monroe, Blaze and Pablo seem to be making their way backstage, but after an attack by a new looking New Generation, they don’t seem to be 100 percent.
Daniels: What a cowardly move, and then the ‘NEW’ generation bring in two retired superstars, Tim and Mike may have just made a very bad move in messing with XTC like that, and I hope they get what is coming to them.
Masters: Well we were going to go onto our next match here…BUT WHO IS THIS NOW?!
Daniels: Cage Stryker! And I bet he has something to say about Tim’s dreadful display here just moments ago.
'The Pretender' hits the PA as Timmons and King roll out of the ring. Cage Stryker steps out onto the stage.
Daniels: What is Cage thinking? He's up next.
Masters: You'd think after all the Next Generation assaults...Cage would wise up and keep his nose out of their business.
Daniels: TNG could take the same advice and leave Cage be.
Cage has a mic and his trusty barbed wire bat.
Cage: Hey Timmie...Mikie...I bet you're all real proud of yourselves for last week, and tonight just doing that t my good friends, Pabz and Blazey. Yeah, once again, Cage Stryker and others wind up on the receiving end of another beat down...courtesy of TNG.
The fans boo at the mention of TNG.
Cage: So you won again right? You were one step ahead of me right? Well guess what you mother f**kers...consider this ME FIRING THE FIRST SHOT!! GET OUT HERE NOW!!!
Cage throws down the mic and holds up the bat as he steps back towards the ring and rolls in. Suddenly the Four members of TNG now walks back down the ramp, Tim and Mike still sweating from their match a few moments ago with Blaze and Pablo. Cage with the bat in hand lifts it up as Tim and Mike run down the ramp, the fans now cheering and chanting for Cage. Mike and Tim stop on the edge of the ramp as they don’t get into the ring, the fans now booing, Cage incensed as Tim just smiles, walking backwards up the ramp. SUDDENLY though Cage drops the bat and suicide dives over the ropes as Cage is now relentless with furious strikes on Mike and Tim.
Masters: He's a f**kin dumb ass!!
Daniels: I think he's had enough...and after last week...it was the last straw.
Cage continues pummeling Tim and Mike.
Daniels: He's holding his own pretty good.
Just then, Caleb and Impaler join in the fight as the four men easily over power Cage and drive him into the steel steps. Tim rolls Cage into the ring.
Daniels: This isn't right.
Masters: It's beautiful.
All three other members of The Next Generation circle Cage as he struggles to get to his feet, Tim screaming at them to attack him. Using the ropes he pulls himself back up to a vertical base...unaware Mike King is sizing him up.
Daniels: NO!!
Masters: YES!!
Cage looks at Mike just in time to be on the receiving end of his patented Shining Metallica. It doesn't knock him off his feet, but instead spins him around straight into...
Daniels: BAH GAWD NO...STRAIGHT INTO A 'BLAST FROM THE PAST' BY TIMMONS.
Masters: Damn...and they're not done yet...
Caleb and Impaler lift Cage up onto Timmons’s shoulders who now sits on the second rope.
Masters: THE CANADIAN DRIVER…THE CANADIAN DRIVER...THEY HAVE JUST BROKE HIGH DEFINITION CAGE STRYKER!! I TOLD YOU JARRED...HE NEEDED TO MIND HIS OWN BUSINESS.
Tim has a mic. He kneels down beside the prone Cage as the other three members watch on with grins on their faces.
Timmons: I told you Cage...we were far from over. I told you we had just begun. I will have that X-Title...you can bank on that.
The Next Generation stands in full force cussing at the crowd. Out of the back El Fuego comes running with Mike Monroe and slides into the ring attacking TNG. Monroe pulls Cage out of the ring and checks on him. El Fuego and TNG brawl in the ring. EMTs come rushing down to put Stryker on a stretcher. Monroe stays with him. The brawl continues, neither team giving in.
Daniels: My God El Fuego were not as beaten up as we first thought, they are back and this has turned into a whole frenzy! We need security out here to break this up.
Masters: What? Why? This is the best damn thing on the show.
After a few moments, the EMTs are attempting to wheel Cage out. However, Cage has other plans. He shoves the EMTs off. Monroe trying to talk to him.
Monroe: What are you doing man, you're in no shape.
Cage: I'm in good enough. Thanks for the concern though.
Cage pulls himself up and gets off the stretcher and begins slowly going back to the ring. The men in the ring unaware. When Cage gets to the ring, he stops and reaches underneath.
Daniels: What's he doing...he should have listened to Monroe...
Masters: He's being stubborn. TNG will destroy him...wait, what the hell does he have...it looks like...like...
Daniels: A KENDO STICK WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!!
Cage rolls into the ring and immediately cracks Tim in the head with his Kendo stick. Mike King looks over just in time to get blasted in the ribs by it. Caleb and Impaler still seems clueless as they and El Pablo are tied up in the corner. Cage steps up behind them and...
Daniels: HOLY HELL...STRYKER DRIVER TO CALEB! AND ANOTHER TO IMPALER!!!
Masters: ...
Daniels: What reserve did he pull that from? Wait, Rob Wright is down here…He is running to the ring, wait…no…he stops, I think he has just realized that he would be stepping into a whole World of trouble.
Masters: Well why the bloody hell was he not there before? And now he leaves, leaving his team mates broken inside the ring.
Cage stands over TNG alongside El Fuego who has now been joined by Mike Monroe. Rob Wright has vanished quickly as Cage just stares at the prone men. Cage asks for a mic from Jessica Towers. She hands him one. He walks over to Tim.
Cage: I WIN!!!
He picks his Kendo Stick back up and blasts Tim several more times with it. Then uses his feet and pushes Tim outside the ring. He then walks over to Mike King.
Cage: NOW WE'RE EVEN...BITCH!!
Cage cracks Mike in the ribs several more times before pushing him out of the ring too. Then he finally steps up to Caleb and Impaler.
Cage: Consider this your lucky day assholes.
Caleb and Impaler run out of the ring like as they leave the other two. Cage then tosses the mic out of the ring and turns to face XTC. He shakes Krimzon's hand and then hugs both Mike Monroe and El Pablo.
Cage: Thank you.
Cage smiles and then rolls out of the ring with his kendo stick. He kicks Tim in the head before making his way to the back.
Masters: My goodness me, bloody hell Jarred, first we saw the creation of a new TNG, then we saw the beat down of XTC, then we saw Cage and with that brought XTC’;s return, and it was just a frenzy inside that ring, this feud with so many dimensions could explode in future weeks.
Daniels: Will he be able to compete after all that? He's up next...after the break.
Masters: "They are cleaning things up and getting ready for the next match..."
Jarred: "Something is happening, William. Cage has gone backstage as we thought he was up next, however, someone else now is coming down the ramp toward the ring. It's Godzilla Sawyer."
Masters: "He's been totally wiped out twice today. Doesn't he get it? No, he's probably too stupid."
Sawyer makes his way into the ring and calls for a microphone. He is wearing blue jeans and a 'Monty Python' T-shirt, and his hair is wet; he has obviously showered the gravy off himself. He looks angry.
Sawyer: "Kris Kamikaze, I know you are still here somewhere so I know that, if you can't hear me, you will find out soon. That's fine. It wouldn't be a good thing for you to come out here right now, anyway."
"Now, Kris, I can take a good gag as much as anyone. Your 'stew' was fine, although I really don't appreciate the stun gun routine. I'm fine with that part. Payback is part of this game and I did get you pretty well at Pandemonium. What I can't accept, though, is your refusal to wrestle me.
"When you signed to wrestle in CZW, you didn't become a field agent or board member. You signed on to wrestle. Each time you just decide you won't fight, you are defying the reasons you say you are here and you are breaking your contract. I don't care who you were. I'm a former World Champion, too. I've held the secondary championship and the tag team titles in that same promotion. I'm still the Michigan Hardcore Champion. That was somewhere else, though. You are here, now, and so far you aren't showing much.
"I just got done talking to members of CZW's ruling body, and they have noticed this routine of yours, too. You see, Kris, you might think my wins by forfeit are meaningless, but we see it differently. If you choose to lose a match, then you also choose to lose whatever place you have in the rankings. And right now, you are listed as the #1 contender to the TV title. And tonight, Kris, I beat you. It doesn't matter that I didn't wrestle you or pin you, all that matters is that I was there ready to go and you forfeited. I don't know if the board will give me a TV title shot or the #1 contendership based on forfeits, but they have made a decision about you.
"Kris, by the order of the Board of Directors of Combat Zone Wrestling, you will not receive any further championship matches until you have wrestled a match with me until its conclusion. You can still duck me, still claim 'I'm not worthy to wrestle you' all you want, but it doesn't matter if you get a clean victory from Ace King himself, you will not get a title match until you wrestle me. You don't even have to beat me, you just have to wrestle me with no tricks, no intentional count-outs, wrestle until the match ends with a winner or loser. These fans came here tonight to see us fight, just as they did weeks ago. As long as you continue to deny them what they want, you will not climb the ladder here and you will not achieve the goals you've set for yourself.
"Remember, Kris, you made the choice to forfeit your matches. Now you get to choose where we go from here. I look forward to your response."
Quietly, with no music or fanfare, Godzilla Sawyer walks to the backstage area and the fans cheer his announcement.
X DIVISION TITLE MATCH *****-----***** Daniels: And we're back. And up next IS going to be our X Title match. Word from the back is that Tim and Mike may have suffered a mild concussion after Cage's attacks with that dangerous new weapon of his. They are set to return next week. As for Caleb and Impaler‘s return, maybe it didn‘t go as expected, but they only suffered slight cuts and abrasions. . Masters: Someone needs to arrest that lunatic. He's lucky he didn't cause more damage than he did. Daniels: Speaking of Cage...yes, he will be competing against Doctor's orders. Cage will not take no for an answer. Let's take you back to the ring. “100% Cowboy” plays and Buck Evans makes his way out to the ring, a look of disdain across his features. He strides down to the ring, telling off a couple fans at ringside before moving up the steps and stepping in over the top rope. He appeals a bit more in the ring, removing his resistol hat and handing it to the ring attendant, warning them in his own words that their physical safety is directly related to the condition of his hat upon its return. “The Pretender” then plays, and Cage Stryker heads out to a good reaction, the CZW X Division Championship belt secure around his waist. He interacts with the fans on his way down to the ring, taking his time to show his appreciation, much to the disdain of Buck Evans. Cage eventually makes his way up the steps, saluting the fans before stepping into the ring. As he does, Buck charges in with a clothesline, but Cage ducks out of the way, cornering Buck in the turnbuckle and laying into him with a series of punches! Referee Darren Powers calls for the bell and this one is officially underway! *ding-ding!* Cage continues assaulting Evans, and he hasn’t even had a chance to remove his belt! Stryker with punches and back-chops, then pulls Buck out of the corner, whipping him to the far corner with an Irish whip! Buck reverses it, sending Stryker into the corner and chasing him in. Cage stops himself and grabs the ropes, jumping up and attempting to float over Evans, but Buck catches him over his shoulder, yanking him away from the corner and dropping the champion throat-first across the top rope!! Quickly, Buck hits the near ropes and rebounds, and turns Cage inside out with a HUGE lariat!! The crowd buries Evans in jeers. Undaunted, Buck picks Cage up and yanks the X Title belt off of him, shoving Cage back to the mat and holding up the title, earning even MORE boos. Buck looks at Cage, watching as the champion makes his way back to his feet, changing his grip on the belt, preparing to use it as a weapon! Cage stands and Buck lunges at him! Cage ducks and scoops up the big cowboy with a SPINEBUSTER!! The crowd rallies behind Striker as he stands slowly, pulling Buck to his feet as well. Cage stomps Buck back to the ropes, sending him to the far side. Stryker on the rebound nails a front dropkick, staggering ‘the Outlaw’ and knocking him back and through the ropes, to the outside! Cage sizes Evans up and then charged, leaping through the ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE!! Both men crash onto the floor, and the crowd is loving every second of it! Slowly, Cage rises pulling Buck back to his feet, slamming his head onto the ring apron! Cage now whips Buck to the ring-steps, but Evans reverses! *SMAAAASH!!* Cage smashes into and OVER the steps, landing in a heap on the floor! Buck rest for a moment, catching his breath as the crowd jeers his reversal, but ‘the Outlaw’ pays them no mind, instead measuring up his opponent. Cage struggles back to a vertical base, and turns just in time for Buck to come rushing in, springing off the separated ring-steps and plowing into the champion with a HUGE shoulder-block!! Cage goes FLYING back into the barricade!! Again the fans boo Evans, but he tastes blood in the water, pulling Cage up and flinging him under the bottom rope, into the ring. ‘The Outlaw’ rolls in, making a cover and hooking the leg!!” 1!!! - - - - - - 2!!! - - - - -
-KICK-OUT!! Cage able to barely kick out before the three! Buck looks agitated, but he keeps the pressure on the champion, picking him up off the mat and planting him back down with a big slam! Evans rolls to the outside, fishing underneath the ring and pulling out a table!! The crowd can’t help but cheer as the heavy lumber gets brought into play. Evans slides the table in, following suit. He sets the table up, giving it a hearty smack before turning back to his opponent… just in time to receive a SUPER-KICK right to the face!! Buck falls slack over the table, and Cage wastes no time in rushing to the turnbuckle, climbing up top. The fans in the arena go nuts as Stryker makes his way to the top. Cage stands upright on the turnbuckle for only a second and then leaps!! BIG SPLASH!! STRIKER CRASHES ONTO EVANS, DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE TABLE!! The fans erupt to a fever pitch as Cage hooks the leg, making the pin amidst the wreckage of the table!! 1!!! - - - - - - 2!!! - - - - -
SHOULDER-UP!!! The fans boo loudly and Stryker can hardly believe that his opponent kicked out, but this match continues! Cage now rolls to the outside, reaching under the ring and retrieving ANOTHER table, sliding it into the ring! He glances back underneath the ring again and grabs a steel chair as well, sliding in beneath the bottom rope. Cage moves towards Buck with the chair raised high, but somehow Buck kicks out, driving the heel of his boot into Stryker’s midsection! With his opponent doubled over, Buck braces both boots against the chair in Cage’s hands, kicking out and sending the steel straight back into ‘High Definition’s face!! Cage crashes to the mat, trying to shake the cobwebs loose, meanwhile Buck crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself to his feet. Both men up and Stryker again moves towards Buck, but ‘the Outlaw throws a back-elbow, knocking the champion back! Evans goes for a clothesline, but Cage ducks, scooping Buck up for a Samoan drop, but ‘the Outlaw’ quickly slips off the champ’s shoulders, whirling him around and seizing him, driving him quickly with a DOUBLE-ARM DDT!! Cover by Buck!! 1!!! - - - - - - 2!!! - - - - -
SHOULDER-UP!! Evans pounds the mat in frustration now, a fraction of a second away from becoming the new X Champion. Buck grabs Cage by the hair, pulling him over towards the steel chair that lays upon the mat. With a wicked glint in his eye, ‘the Outlaw’ pulls Cage to his feet, both men standing over the weapon. Evans hefts Cage up, setting him up for the BTW!! ONTO THE CHAIR!! NO! At the last minute, Cage drops down behind Evans, quickly taking the big man down with a reverse DDT!! The fans are behind ‘High Definition’ as he gets back to his feet, setting up the other table now in the ring! Cage now moves to his opponent, but Buck has the chair!! *CRAAACK!* Cage hits the ground, slumped in the corner, his forehead BUSTED open from that last shot! Evans looks at the mangled weapon in his hand, holding it aloft for a moment before tossing it to the outside of the ring. He slowly draws his finger across his throat, then taking the lifeless form of Cage Stryker and tossing him up onto the turnbuckle. Slowly, Evans moves up after him, the crowd’s reaction slowly building as they realize the horror that ‘the Outlaw’ is about to inflict upon the champion! With amazing strength and balance, Evans makes it to the top rope, Cage draped over his shoulders! Buck stares at the table with a victorious glare in his eyes and then leaps!!
MISSISSIPPI TWISTER FROM THE TOP!! THROUGH THE TABLE!!!
NO!! CAGE REVERSES!!
CAGE IMPLANT DDT!!!
*CRAAAAAAAASH!!!!* Cage reverses at the LAST possible moment, driving both Buck and himself through the table, sending splinters flying everywhere, the fans in Vancouver screaming out in triumph and horror simultaneously!! In the wreckage, both men lie motionless for several long moments, before finally Cage seems to stir. With extreme effort, he rolls to his side, his bloody face showing very little sign of recognition. Mustering up his will, Cage rolls again, draping an arm over the torso of the unmoving Buck Evans!! 1!!! - - - - - - 2!!! - - - - -
3!!!!!!! *ding-ding-ding!* Darren Powers raises Cage’s lifeless arm, declaring him the winner as “the Pretender” hits, the fans cheering the effort given by both superstars in this match. EMT personnel make their way out to the ring, checking on both champion and challenger. Eventually, Cage is able to stand on his own, holding his title up for the B.C. fans. "The Pretender" hits the PA as Cage Stryker has his hand raised in victory. Cage receives a standing ovation from all the fans in BC Place Stadium. He drops to his knees cradling the X-Title as Sirena rolls in the ring and puts her arms around him with a smile. Daniels: That kid is a warrior. Even though he was mutilated last match...he still walked that isle and captured another victory defending the X-Title. Masters: I hate to say it, but that kid has heart. TNG has given him his worst...yet he still stands a golden member of the CzW. Daniels jaw drops. Masters: What...he's still a bitch and should be suspended for going against doctors orders. Buck Evans rolls out of the ring with his head down, he begins walking up the ramp for possibly the last time. He barely even notices that his wife had come down and joined him. He puts his arms around her as they continue walking away. Cage: BUCK...BUCK...!! Masters: Damn it man...who keeps giving him a mic today. Buck turns around and looks back at the ring at a very exhausted Cage Stryker. Cage: Where you goin Buck? Buck seems to be irritated Buck: You know already. Cage: No...I can't let you leave like this. Buck and Karen start going back toward the ring. Cage: Whoa man...I don't mean like that. Buck...I've looked forward to facing you since the two of us debuted...and finally it happens...but unfortunately afterwards, you have to take some time off from CzW. It's okay though...you've had one hell of a run here and you will not be forgotten. I just wanted to thank you for allowing me to be your final match of CzW. And that Buck is just one of the many reasons that I still remain an Outlaw fan. Cage rolls out of the ring and hobbles over to Buck. He offers his hand. Buck looks stunned at first...but after a moment, he takes Cage's and the fans explode. Cage: That one is not for me Buck...that one if for you. Cage points at the crowd who only get louder and start chanting 'Outlaw...Outlaw...' Cage steps back and salutes Buck as '100% Cowboy' begins to roar through the airwaves. Cage: And one more thing...this is for you. Cage hands Buck a package that he quickly rips open, and there, starin back at him are all the CzW Stars, old and new, starin back at him, their autographs visible all over the picture. Buck smiles and throws his arms up holding the picture for all to see. Cage: We only need one more thing Buck...and I think you know what it is. Buck smiles as Cage hands him the mic. Buck: IT'S TIME TO HAWG TIE A SUMBITCH!! The arena walls shakes as the fans continue to roar and cheer as Buck and Karen wave their final goodbyes. Daniels: Well that was a disappointing result for Buck. But it was a great way to say goodbye, as Buck apparently is going for time off in CZW. Masters: Yes and Montana would be dreadfully upset with him after that result and that decision. Daniels: Montana isn’t even here tonight! Masters: I believe he is, and I would like to know as would Montana I am sure, what exactly Buck’s answer is to joining his stable. Daniels: I really doubt that is at the forefront of Buck’s mind… Masters: Well he is an Imbecile then. Daniels: Anyway, speaking of Montana, once we get everything cleared up at ringside, next we get things cleared up in the Jackal-Montana saga. You see what I did there. Masters: You disgust me Jarred. Daniels: Harsh. Very harsh. *****-----***** -=- CZW ADDRESS by Karl 'THE JACKAL' Jackson -=- *****-----***** ‘Path’ by Apocalyptica begins playing and it is met by a mixed reaction from the crowds, some cheers and some jeers but a massive reaction all the same. Daniels: This can only mean one thing, its Karl Jackson… and I have been looking forward to this all night. Why did Karl turn on his long time friend last night… was it because Jesse Montana stole the pinfall after the Jackal did the damage on El Pablo to earn his spot in that title match. Or is it something else? Masters: Well first of you bloody dimwit, Mr. Montana did not steal a damn thing. He used his smarts to EARN his place in that Buried at Sea championship match. I was totally flabbergasted at Karl Jackson at the conclusion of that contest. I have always spoke so highly of him… but that, well it was outrageous… heinous… I can’t even think about it anymore! After a moment of relative darkness and the introduction of his theme tune, Karl Jackson appears on the stage area. He is dressed in a smart charcoal gray suit over a deep blue shirt and navy blue tie. In his hands is a CZW microphone, on his face a look of total focus. The Jackal does not take his eyes off the ring as he heads towards it, not even the slightest movement of any muscle in his face. Daniels: Well in your eyes it was heinous, but I believe in these fans eyes they thought it was great. The Jackal is appearing to have quite a few cheers as he walks towards that ring. Masters: How many times do I have to say to you, these gelatinous, wretched toe-rags have absolutely no credibility. They would cheer anyone who did bad to our good boss Mr. Montana. But its not the fans that decide what happens here is it? No, it’s Jesse Montana… and this man may have just committed career suicide. As the music stops the Jackal stands in the center of the ring, he adjusts his gold watch as he listens to the crowd reaction. Although there are many boos, there are far more cheers and this is not something Karl Jackson has been used to. The Jackal slowly lifts his microphone up to his lips. Jackson: Wow… I guess you Canadians are pleased to see me here tonight. The fans cheer more. Masters: And now he’s sucking up to the fans, what has got into this man… he used to be someone you could respect and look up to. Jackson: Well if I am honest I have never really been all that interested in what any of you think or have to say… but all the same, it’s nice to feel appreciated. But all the appreciation in the world is not going to make me come out here and perform comedy acts like an El Pablo… bounce around the ring like a Krimzon Blaze… or even try and win you over with cheap pops like an Ace King. The fans begin to boo the Jackal, quickly beginning to change there opinion of him once more. Karl nods and smiles slightly, he then moves closer to the ropes and lifts the microphone up once more. Jackson: But it will make me come out here and kick ass, hurt people and give you guys some of the greatest matches of all time… courtesy of the greatest wrestler of all time. You people want blood? There is a slight reaction from the fans, but not much… Jackson: Okay, lets try it this way… do you people want to see Jesse Montana’s blood!!!! The fans react with an explosion of cheers… Daniels: I guess that’s unanimous then, these people want to see the Jackal spill Jesse Montana’s blood. Masters: Bloody barbarians the lot of them. Well this Karl Jackson can stand there and talk all he wants… Montana is a very powerful man and he may do well to remember that. Jackson: But now it’s time to get serious… and over the past few months my life has been very… very serious. The Jackal places his left hand on his head, he then looks up… appearing to have tears in his eyes, causing his cold, blue eyes to glint slightly in the lights around the arena and ringside area. He points up towards the Combat-Tron… and footage begins to roll.
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Collum strides towards his car, his duffel bag on his shoulder, however OUT OF NO WHERE a car comes screeching down the path as Collum drops his bag and begins to run off. The car is too fast and is in hot pursuit if him, showing no mercy. The camera doesn’t show the assailant, however there intentions is clearly to take out Eric Collum.
As Collum has no where else to go, he quickly dives to one side and amazingly manages to avoid getting hit. But then the parking lot door opens again as out walks Karl Jackson, probably at the worst possible time ever. The CAR COMES HURTLING TOWARDS HIM…
CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everywhere goes silent as Collum runs up to the Jackal. The car in he meantime reverses and accelerates off, leaving the scene in a bad way.
WE NEED EMT’S…WE NEED DOCTORS QUICK MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jackson: And that wasn’t the end of it… one month later at No Remorse, I made my return to CZW. Not to wrestle, I was not medically cleared for that. I was given the opportunity to have a segment on the show. And on that night, THEY tried once more to take me out. As I got into my car, another car was driven into my car and the result was, my recovery and subsequent return was put back by weeks. Masters: Yes, and we now know that THEY was Ruth and Ace King. So why in the name of buggery did the Jackal help Ace to retain his title at Pandemonium? Daniels: We don’t know it was Ace and Ruth at all, that was all a set up William… can you not see that? We don’t know who it was that has been perpetrating these attacks on Karl Jackson. Masters: Well after what he did to his friend and boss, I say they should have finished the damn job! He deserved everything he got. That ungrateful, backstabbing swine! Karl Jackson’s bottom lip begins to tremble and his face redden as he continues thinking about the past few months. A large vein starts protruding out of his cranium. Jackson: And then just a week later, I had some sort of assassin sent into my hospital room with a needle. Someone was trying to kill me… And that brings me to Jesse Montana. A loud sea of boos fill the BC Place Stadium as the Jackal smiles sadistically. Jackson: My good pal Jesse… he told me he would find who was responsible and he delivered on his promise. There in front of me was the evidence. The culprits… the very man I was having big problems with at the time… Ace King and his girlfriend, Ruthless Aggression! Jesse had used his powers as General Manager to unveil them to me as those responsible. I was so thankful to him… he was my best friend… he was the only man I could trust. I… I… The Jackal shakes his head and looks down at the floor to a relative silence in the arena. He then looks up, a tear rolling down his cheek as his bottom lip trembles. Jackson: I thought of him as a brother. There are not many people in my life I have been able to feel close to… not like Jesse Montana. Masters: And yet you turned on him… I tell you, he had better have a pretty bloody good excuse for this one! Daniels: Well if you would shut up and listen, maybe we will find out why!!! Masters: Who the hell do you think you are talking to you vile little man? Jackson: And after our tag team handicap match at Pandemonium, you tagged yourself in and benefited from my new move… the JKO… to earn a spot in the World Title match later on. The fans boos once again fill the arena. The Jackal nods in agreement with them, a slight smile on his face once more. Jackson: Sure, that niggled at me a little… but I could handle it. I know Jesse Montana has an ego bigger than the United States. But it was later… as you were out there wrestling that I was approached by… Brian Damage. And he had a video tape in his hands. He said just two words as he handed it to me… he told me to… watch it! Karl Jackson points up to the Combat-Tron once more.
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As Eric turns around he looks shocked as he throws down his bag and begins running out of the way as a car comes into view, its tires screeching around the corner as it heads directly towards Collum, following him as he runs for his life. At the same time Karl Jackson appears from a side door. The closer camera shot has, for a split second only, a clear view of the driver… and the person that ran down Karl Jackson.
The footage then returns back to that of a few seconds ago, but it is now in slow motion. Eric Collum running from the vehicle as the slowed down sound of screeching tires fills the arena. As the car drives past the view of the driver is clear and the video pauses to let the world see who it is…
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Jesse Montana!!!!!
Montana: You get it, if Jacko ever finds out it was me that accidentally ran him down then he is going to be coming after me. The man is a psychopath, a man of my stature cannot afford to be permanently injured or even killed by a nut job like the Jackal. And I just know that one day it’ll come out, so I need it sorted now. It’s the only way…
The man nods as Jesse Montana passes him something wrapped in a small white wallet.
Montana: So you understand… just get yourself in there, give him one jab with that needle… the air gets into his blood and he is done… I‘m safe, everyone‘s happy… bingo!
…And do not screw this up… I have paid a lot of money for this, I have paid a heavy price for my own protection. As soon as it is done you call me… screw this up and I will be looking for you. By tonight, I will be free of Karl Jackson!
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Daniels: Oh my… so now we can understand… Masters: Shut up Jarred, this is a set up… Brian Damage, he’ll do anything to ruin Mr. Montana’s life! Daniels: A set up… your right William. The whole damn thing has been a set up. A set up by our evil, twisted, conniving General Manager!!! The Jackal looks up, his cold blue stare surrounded by a haze of red in the whites of his eyes. His face almost purple as he rips his tie from around his throat. He continues to shake…he speaks with gritted teeth. Jackson: Montana… I trusted you, I stood by… I backed you in every way. And yet… The Jackal stops and shakes his head, grabbing the top rope tightly and squeezing as he lets out a loud growl… a sound of pure rage. Jackson: You tried to end my career and then you tried to plant it on Ace King. And for what… so you hoped we would kill each other and save you the trouble on your way back to the CZW Heavyweight Championship? Because you feared the fact that I was getting better by the week and soon would surpass you, and you just thought you’d have me destroy Ace as a bonus? Well guess what Jesse… you dumb fuck… I have already surpassed you. I am stronger than you… I am faster than you… I am more technically gifted than you… I AM BETTER THAN YOU!!!! The fans cheer as the Jackal looks closely into a camera… he now talks more quietly as he stares into the lens. Jackson: Just so you know… when I believed it was Ace, there was a little part of me that understood. Strange it may seem… but I had put him and Ruth through hell, I suppose there was a little part of me that felt I had it coming. But even so, I was prepared to rip that guy limb from limb and hurt him beyond anything imaginable for what I thought he had done. Montana… I want you to think what I am going to do to a man who I have done nothing but be a friend to and a man who I have given my whole support to. I want you to think before you go to sleep every night of just what the payment for this is going to be. With Ace I kind of understood… with you I don’t. With Ace I kind of deserved it… I sure as hell didn’t deserve it from you. Masters: Karl… you can still make this right. Brian Damage is just playing with your head. I am sure Mr. Montana will accept your apology for costing him the World Title if you explain everything! Daniels: The only messing that has been done with Karl’s head is from Jesse Montana. And I don’t think I have ever seen Karl Jackson this fired up William. I’m feeling scared sitting all the way over here. Jackson: Montana!!! You may think you are the most powerful force in CZW, and you may try and hide behind your position… but unfortunately for you, I am the most dangerous man in CZW and you are not as powerful as you think. Costing you the CZW World Title was just a little part of what I am going to do to you to get my revenge. Jesse… I don’t care if you beat me in that ring, I don’t care if you get someone else to beat me down for you, I don’t care if you use all that money you have to try and get me out of this business, I don’t care if you try and fire me… I am making you a promise right now. The Jackal grabs a camera so his face is close up to it. His face shaking with anger… Jackson: I am not going to give up as long as I am still drawing breath, I am going to keep coming at you until you can’t take anymore. I am going to stalk you, hunt you down and in the end… inevitably… I am going to beat you up so bad that it will end your wrestling career… for good! Masters: Well he can talk all he wants… Jesse Montana has seen off bigger threats than this before. In the grand scheme of things, this Jackal character is a nobody! Daniels: Are you sure of that William? I don’t think Jesse Montana really understands what he has unleashed here… many say that the Jackal is the most talented man in CZW never to have held that World Title… this may be his chance to take that next step. Put it this way I would not want to be Jesse Montana right now. Jackson: Oh and Jesse, just after Pandemonium I got a phone call from your boss, Brian Damage. He could understand how upset I was… he even allowed the fact I interfered in his main event go un-punished. But he did tell me to tell you… that at Summer Showdown you are going to have a match… and that match is going to be between you… and… - - - The very man that you attempted to kill, the man who’s heart you broke, the man who you have put through months of hell for nothing more than being your friend… the man that will put you down once and for all… me… Karl ‘The Jackal’ Jackson!!! The fans cheer loudly, an almost unanimous cheer both for the Jackal and the announcement of a huge grudge match at Summer Showdown!!! Jackson: And it is you fans that get to decide what type of match we have at Summer Showdown. Well I am a wrestler, a professional… but it is beyond my profession, this man tried to take my life. I want to hurt Jesse Montana, I want to make him pay. The Jackal pauses for a moment as he listens the fans cheering him on as he talks about hurting Jesse Montana. Masters: Oh my God, with these bloodthirsty animals in control, this is looking bad for our boss. Daniels: Starting to feel nervous are we William… well I bet Jesse Montana is very nervous. But you are right, and the Jackal is right, the fans get to decide on matches and stipulations at Summer Showdown… I guess the match is made, but the stipulation is up to all these people. Jackson: It was nearly a year ago in my first Pay-per View since joining CZW that I had an ‘I Quit’ match against a man called Gregory Grantham. I had that match won, but Jesse Montana came out and screwed me, costing me the match and going back on our deal. I guess I should have learnt then not to trust him, I should have learnt the true nature of this snake. But now, almost a year on… I don’t want to make Jesse tap out, not even passing out will be good enough…No, I want to make Jesse Montana utter the words… I QUIT!!!! ‘Path’ by Apocalyptica begins to play once more as the Jackal throws down the microphone and leaves the ring. Daniels: Wow, that is a huge match and a massive blow I am sure for Jesse Montana. Masters: This is not right, he is the General Manager… it is absurd if he is going to be expected to step into the ring with this clearly unstable, psychotic maniac! Daniels: And why is he unstable and psychotic William, because of your beloved Jesse Montana that’s why! Masters: You know, if Brian Damage is now going to be going around making matches willy nilly then maybe he can put me and you in a match… then I can get to knock you around legally. Daniels: As much as you would love to I am sure, that won’t be happening. But Montana Jackson will… and it will be live on Summer Showdown! These fans love it and I love it… Karl Jackson deserves the chance to get his own back. Masters: Well be careful what you wish for, many a man has tired to take on Jesse Montana and failed. He is the longest reigning World Champion of all time, and it isn’t all about who is the most technically gifted and so forth, its about who is the smartest. And comparing Jesse Montana to the Jackal is like comparing Einstein to you Jarred. Daniels: Yes and just like Einstein, Montana is winding up to just being a piece of history after the Jackal gets done with him. Anyway, up next is our MAIN EVENT! And I wonder if our General Manager will be watching this match, I’m sure as hell he was watching that last address. Masters: He is not here you repetitive little pig. Your boring me and these fans with your endless ridiculous comments. Montana history?! He is just getting started, and I dare say, Hix and Covey, who are up next, they will be on Montana’s side. Daniels: We may find out next…AFTER This break! *****-----*****
- MAIN EVENT - *****-----***** Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen. It is now time for Overdrive’s MAIN EVENT! Daniels: This is it, and what a treat we have here, the first match we have ever seen TJ Hix in, however we all know he is a very experienced superstar, and very long term friend of Matt Covey. Masters: And these two guys are now aligned with the most powerful man in CZW, Jesse Montana. Daniels: Well, supposedly so, I mean Montana hasn’t even been seen or heard here tonight, I doubt he will show up after the brutal main event at Pandemonium. And of course after being buried at sea. Masters: He was screwed by that man Karl Jackson, who lied a few moments ago, claiming Montana hit him with a damn car, as if that is Montana’s style. Daniels: OF COURSE it is his style William, you were here a year ago when Montana ran Zodiac over, ending his professional wrestling career. He tried not only to end Eric Collum’s career, he also tried to kill Karl Jackson. I mean this man should be locked up for the crimes he has committed. Masters: You're such a gullible fool Jarred, you believe what Brian Damage has shown Karl, he is as gullible as you. Daniels: It was Montana’s plan all along, firstly to take out Collum, he failed. Then to cove up attacking Karl, he failed. THEN he goes as far as to set up Ace and Ruth in dramatic circumstance and GUESS WHAT William…HE BLOODY FAILED! Masters: That is my BLOODY word you ass clown and how dare you talk about your boss like he is some kind of common criminal, he is not like all of these degenerates at ringside tonight in this dirty arena, I am having to have security behind me look because of these scum balls. Daniels: Your one difficult man, William. And lets talk about this main event shall we, instead of Montana’s petty attempts at getting into the spotlight. We have Covey and Hix who are just as bad as Montana, Covey with his past against Ace, well we could write a novel. Also screwing Eddie Rowan on numerous occasions, attacking him and turning his back on him and on the Whole Damn Show. Masters: Covey made the correct career maneuver and your all just jealous. Now he has his former partner TJ Hix back, there is no stopping him and his alliance to Montana. Daniels: Well Eddie Rowan has done his best and even through his assaults done by Hix as the Devil gimmick, he still managed to defeat Covey at Pandemonium, in a Fiscus own, Riot Match. Masters: He won the battle but the War is in Covey’s hands. And look at Fiscus now, where is he? A bum is what he is, Covey destroyed him and now he will destroy Eddie with TJ’s help. Daniels: In Rowan’s team tonight we have the Gambler, the Vegas Volcano, the CZW World Heavyweight Champion. Coming off a great result at Pandemonium and after getting let off the hook by Jackal a few moments ago, he must be feeling good. Masters: He may feel as though he has been let off the hook as you say, but I know and Montana knows, Ace King has it all to come. His life is about to get very complicated. Daniels: This match is set up to be a great contest…I just wonder the whereabouts of our General Manager…WAIT…Here comes out Covey I believe…And these fans are booing louder than ever before. Masters: They should learn some bloody respect after all this time. ‘Die Motherfu**er Die’ by Dope begins to play, drowning out the loud negative boos from the crowd. Slowly Covey walks out with a wooden toothpick in his mouth like Razor Ramone used to have. Not only him, but his partner TJ Hix walks out too, accompanied by an unknown woman, looking like a school teacher as she walks out, eyeing up the fans and her arm wrapped around Hix’s arm. Hix is talking to Covey who has his evil eyes set on, staring over the many fans, as the unknown woman walks on past them and down the ramp, showing her assets off, William Masters with his tongue almost sticking out, staring at her. Daniels: William, I know you have not had your hands on a female in quite some time, but do you have to stare at the poor woman. Masters: What are you talking about you idiotic homosexual goat. All these men in attendance are staring at her, I am staring at her, she likes it Jarred, you don’t know how to make a woman happy, you can’t even make your wife happy, that is why she comes running to me before the shows. Daniels: You're one disgusting foul creature. Covey walks down the ramp like a serial killer, his eyes molesting over the fans who reach over the rail to boo Covey. As Covey walks past one fan with an ‘XTC’ shirt on, Covey flicks a toothpick at the kid who holds his eyes in pain crying. Covey then grabs a bottle of Budweiser off one of the other fans and gulps it down before throwing it over his shoulder, smashing below the stage. Hix just smiles as he walks more elegantly down the ramp. Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome this team, at a combined weight of 445 lbs, being accompanied by the sexy Allescha McVey…Boss and Bad Ass…TJ HIX AND MATT COVEY! Matt Covey now steps into the ring as he leans over each side of the ring, over the top rope as he gives an evil glare to each side of the fans. Hix rolls his hands up and down his manager Allescha’s body before stepping inside the ring, not taunting or anything to the fans. Suddenly the fans liven up as another musical tune begins to play. ‘Slip Slide Melting’ by For Love Not Lisa is now playing, the fans on their feet. Towers: And next out on his way to the ring, weighing in at 205 lbs and hailing from Seattle, Washington... 'Rated E For Everyone'... EDDIE ROWAN! The crowd cheers as Rowan walks out, with a confident smirk on his face. He waits at the entrance ramp for his partner. Towers: And his partner.. the current reigning and defending CZW World Heavyweight Champion... 'The Vegas Volcano'... ACE KING! "Ace of Spades" by Motorhead blares, and the crowd erupts .. no pun intended.. as the World champ walks out. He nods to Eddie, and Eddie nods back. They then take off in a sprint, sliding into the ring, and attacking Hix and Covey. Daniels: The bell rings, but all four men are just going at it! Masters: Covey and King on one side, Hix and Rowan on the other! Get 'em! Daniels: The ref has them finally under some sort of order, as Covey and Rowan are the two left in the ring. They don't even bother locking up, as each man just throws punches left and right. Covey with a huge kneelift, momentarily dazing Rowan. He bounces off the ropes.. yakuza kick to the skull of Rowan! He goes and tags in Hix. He holds Eddie's ribs exposed, and Hix nails them hard with a right fist. He picks Rowan up and nails a hard snap suplex. The cover! ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT Masters: I'm loving the teamwork from these two long-time friends, Rowan and Ace don't have a chance! TJ picks Eddie back up and throws him to the ropes... Doh, Eddie ducks a clothesline... on the reverse... damn, Eddie with an explosive flying forearm! Tell these people to shut up, Daniels! Daniels: They are supporting the good guys here, like they should! Eddie picks up TJ and nails a hard chop. Another. Another! He then irish whips TJ into his corner and tags in Ace. Ace comes in and immediately takes up where Eddie left off, with three thunderous chops to the now beat-red chest of TJ Hix! Masters: Not fair! Daniels: Ace throws TJ to the ropes... clothesline! Ace drops a legdrop, and holds on for the cover! ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . COVEY BREAKS IT UP Masters: Good work Covey! Ace gets up and gets in the face of Matt, as the ref tries to seperate the two... OH! When the ref wasn't looking, TJ nailed a blatant low blow to the champ! I love it! Daniels: At least you admit it was blatant. Masters: Shut your hole! TJ grabs Ace and positions him... Full Nelson Bomb! The ring shook with that power move! TJ rules! Daniels: TJ is a cheap shot! He picks Ace back up and tags in Covey. They double team him here... double suplex! Covey then crouches on top of Ace, delivering right fist after right fist! He doesn't even care that the ref is counting him down! Masters: What's he gonna do, disqualify him? Please. Daniels: It appears that Ace is bleeding from the eyebrow now, as Covey wears that sick grin of his! He picks Ace up and positions him for a power bomb.. He lifts up.. but Ace uses the momentum and flips over Matt into a cover attempt! ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT Masters: That tricky bastard! They're back up and OW! Covey levels Ace with a powerful lariat! You can't out power this mad man, Daniels! Daniels: He truly is a mad man, for turning on every friend he's had... except for Hix, and that's only a matter of time! Masters: He doesn't consider any of the Whole Damn Show rejects ever as friends, I guarantee it. Daniels: Covey irish whips King into the corner. He mounts up some steam and takes off... only to find Ace has moved and he slams shoulder first into the ring post! He turns around, right into a wicked chop from Ace! Another! Ace kicks him in the gut... DDT! Masters: But he can't capitalize, as both men are now laid out on the mat. Get up, Matt! Get to TJ! Daniels: Both men start to stir to their respective corners.. inching... and both men make the tag at the same time! Eddie and TJ enter the ring and run to each other.. Eddie ducks a TJ punch, and nails one of his own! Another! He throws him to the ropes... Spinning heel kick from Rated E! The crowd is firmly behind him. He picks TJ up and throws him to the ropes... drop toe-hold. Followed by a running baseball slide! The cover! ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT Masters: That quick fool! He picks TJ up and nails another chop to that red chest of his. He kicks him in the gut. He runs to the ropes and nails a shining wizard! Another kick to the gut, this bastard is on a roll! Come on Hix! Daniels: Eddie positions him for what looks to be a power bomb! Here it comes, yes--- wait! THE LIGHTS HAVE GONE OUT! Masters: We saw this at Pandemonium, and some coward attacked Covey! What the hell! Daniels: Do you see anything, William, I can't see a damn thing! Masters: Only the flashes from these humanoid's cameras but that doesn't help a thing! Daniels: What the hell is going on! Masters: I have no idea, but quit crying like a bitch you scared douche! Daniels: You're a fool. Wait! The lights have come back on and... WHAT!! Masters: EDDIE ROWAN IS LAID OUT ON THE MAT, I LOVE IT!! What the hell is that all over him!? Daniels: It looks like... a hell of a lot of... pennies? Are those pennies!? Whatever they are, Eddie must of gotten smashed in the face with them because he is out and his face is redder than TJ's chest! Masters: Look at this! TJ was a little disoriented, but being the ring vet he is... He quickly crawls over to Eddie and makes the pin attempt! Ace can't believe it! ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!! Masters: YES! Hix and Covey pick up the win! Daniels: What's more important is, I think Eddie needs medical attention! Ace runs over to him, trying to revive him.. but nothing! Ace signals for someone from the back, as Hix and Covey just look on with smiles on their faces! I guarantee you, THIS IS A COVEY TRICK! That slimy bastard is behind this, I just know it! Masters: I wouldn't be surprised, he is the master, baby! Ahhh look, a medic team is running down to the ring with a stretcher... poor Eddie! I guess he got... he got his money's worth tonight! HA HA HA! Daniels: You idiot, that wasn't even funny! Eddie is knocked out completely, can you imagine being smashed in the face with a bunch of pennies when you least expect it? That could knock any man out! He looks like he's bleeding from his right eye! The team has Eddie on the stretcher and out of the ring. Ace is walking alongside with him, looking up at Covey and Hix with murder in his eyes! Masters: Ace is such a vain cry baby, he can't stand losing! Quit being a sore loser, King! Daniels: He is helping his partner out, even though these men may not even be friends, he is still sticking by him, so what are you blabbering on about, if anyone is a sore loser its you! Masters: Bullshankles. What have I ever lost at?! Daniels: You’ve lost whatever respect people around the World had left for you, you and your endless biased commentary. Ace and Eddie leave here tonight but what a sour way to close the show. I mean Hix and Covey getting a win because the lights went off, and Eddie was attacked by pennies?! Masters: It’s only sour because your calling the action. I thought it was a terrific way to close the show. Daniels: And we thought the attacks on Rowan had stopped now we found out who the Devil man is. But clearly not, unfortunately for Eddie there is yet another person who is after his blood. Masters: He has made plenty of enemies in CZW just like you have Jarred. AND OH MY GOODNESS ME…IF WE THOUGHT THE SHOW WAS GOING TO BE CLOSED…THINK AGAIN.,..IT’S MONTANA…HE IS HERE… Daniels: I am shocked. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse here tonight, Montana has to show up, and in one week, he has climbed from the grave. Masters: I know, so miraculous don’t you think. He is a great man.
‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ and the sounding of the opening bells are almost drowned out now with the sound of furious endless booing form the crowd.
Masters: Show some bloody respect, this is the man who brought this show to this god forsaken craphole, and these fans boo him? Are they retarded? Or just frittering with tourettes?
Daniels: This is a man who has purposely ran men over in order to further his career. We just found out this man not only tried to kill Collum and Jackson, he also tried to set it all up on Ace King and his girlfriend. This man should be locked up, not out here to gloat.
Masters: You should be locked up. You should be locked up with a fat demonic rapist who likes skinny ugly balding white men.
- Montana now walks down the ramp with his head held high, no grin on his face, more a look of pure power. Hix and Covey are now standing in the ring, Allescha on the arm of Hix as all three of them clap honorably as the General Manager walks down the ramp, Masters also now standing up and applauding, the only positive reaction in the whole entire arena.
Masters: It makes me feel good to applaud this man, a true icon in sports entertainment. People like you and these Canadian yuppies deserve to be short for our ignorance of true genii when it’s right in front of your face.
Daniels: The only thing right in front of my face right now is a bunch of losers clapping a criminal on his way to the ring.
Masters: Shut up you repulsive suck up, sucking up to all these fans.
Daniels: ME the suck up?! You suck so hard your lungs are full of Montana’s personal juices!
Masters: You disgusting shrub!
- Montana now grabs a mic of Jessica who sits back down with a look of disgust on her face. Montana swipes down his luxury cream colored suit as he steps inside the ring, to be greeted by Covey, Hix and Allescha, all congratulating each other. The fans don’t let up as they now chant many obscenities at the group inside the ring, as the Metallica classic is eventually stopped.
Masters: Montana looks a picture perfect right here, no one could ever guess he was buried just 1 week earlier.
Daniels: No this guy could crawl out of the grand canyon if it meant 10 extra dollars and a bit more of the spotlight.
Masters: He is in the spot light because he is the face of CZW and always has been. Anyway, be quiet, the man himself is about to speak. Bloody arrogant cretin.
- Montana raises the mic to his mouth, pausing s brief while as he rolls his eyes, then looks back at Hix as the pair chuckle to each other. Montana now looks deadly serious as he talks to the fans.
Montana: Okay you can be quiet now, you have had your little chant, your little riot’s as you were. Now it’s time for a true hero to speak, I know you have never had a hero in the city of Vancouver before, I mean why would a hero want to step foot in this pool of germ infested cesspool?! BUT DON’T WORRY…don’t worry your beady little heads, because Jesse Montana and these guys behind me, we have all been vaccinated. So your all in luck. How fortunate for all of you plague-ridden gerbils.
Daniels: Does this man really need to blabber on about this great crowd any longer? We all know he is an ass, does he need to show it anymore?!
Masters: He speaks the truth, some people don’t like the truth because they know they have faults and deficiencies, but they should just bow down and listen.
Daniels: They should assassinate him, that is what they should do.
Masters: You sick bloody bastard. I hope you get arrested for that comment. I am sick and death of working with a second rate criminal like you.
Daniels: Your sick of it? I am the criminal?!
Masters: You heard me. Solomon is right, you are the weak link in CZW.
Montana smirks as Hix chuckles behind him, laughing at the attempts of the irate crowd.
Montana: So I see your not going to shut your big filthy traps, not even with Mr. Fat Ass hotdog assistant walking around, and we know how much you disgustingly obese cretins like those sausages. So I am just gonna have to shout over you like normal, because guess what idiots, I have the mic and you don’t. So you will listen to what I have to say.
Montana walks around the ring a he winks at Allescha before looking back over the crowd in disgust.
Montana: First thing I have it mention. Yes, Buck Evans has decided to take some time off. Yeah that’s right, boo hoo, boo fucking hoo…they say we swear too much bit I don’t give a shit about that either. You see Buck pretended to be a decent guy, he was a great entertainer but he was never really himself. I knew what his true feelings were. He never liked any of you. And you didn’t like him, and now all of a sudden because he is leaving, you sheep give him your warm welcomes, just like that hypocrite Cage Stryker. Well I am gonna say it exactly like it is. Buck Evans is a coward, and not only that, he is a charlatan.
The fans get even louder with there ‘Montana sucks’ chants as all of a sudden Covey grabs the mic off Montana and screams down it.
Covey: ALL OF YOU LITTLE SHITS SHUT THE HELL UP…ITS NOT YOUR TURN TO SPEAK…AND IT NEVER WAS…AND IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR DIRTY LITTLE COCKSUCKING TRAPS…YOU WILL NEVER HAVE THE ABILITY TO SPEAK AGAIN!
The fans are almost rioting now as Covey throws the mic back at Montana, and in a fit of rage spit’s a ball of green saliva over a few of the fans. Hix now tries to calm Covey down as Allescha looks a little scared. Montana smirks as he carries on speaking.
Montana: Ha ha, I think we need a towel for a few guys in the front row there. Anyway as I was saying, before you Canadian ghouls made our very own Matt Covey angry…Buck Evans pretended to be something he is not. I gave him a chance of a lifetime, and you know what he chose to do, run away. Well no one runs from Montana. NO ONE! So you know what I did. I took matters into my own hands. Bucko came to me and said he wanted time off. SO I GAVE HIM A REASON TO HAVE TIME OFF!
Montana steps back as he looks at the combat-tron, on the screen we see Buck Evans being taken away by an ambulance, no way of telling how he got injured, how badly he is injured, just Montana smiling In an evil way.
Montana: I TOOK THAT FOOL OUT! He is gone. He turned me down and now, he maybe not even step back foot in a wrestling ring ever again. Ha ha ha ha ha…WHICH brings me to Karl…
The Jackal…
Jackson…
The fans show their appreciation for him, more for the fact they want Karl to come down and beat the hell out of Montana. Montana now grimaces as he stares his cold eyes into the lens.
Montana: Look around Karl. You have got what you wanted. You have your flock of sheep…just like Ace King…just like Buck Evans…Ha ha ha ha…and just like Zodiac. Just like him, you were meant to be gone, ran over and let those wheels rotate over your rib cage, crushing them into your lungs and puncturing them beyond repair. It looks like Brian and you have put on quite a case. You say I did this all to you. I set you up. I covered up the attack on you and Collum, and I even tried to kill you.
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Karl, I may of done that, then again I may not, I am not going to let you even have the satisfaction of a confession. The fact is…Karl…you make me sick. You believe yourself to be the most dangerous man, and then you went and lost to Ace King. You know how many times I have beaten him, made his head look like a crushed grape? How many times have you beat him Karl? You looked up to me. But Karl, where was you when I was supposed to rely on you? Your not the man you claim to be Karl. The most dangerous man in CZW? Karl, you don’t realize how dangerous I can be. So now you turn against me, Covey and Hix, all because your beloved Damage told you a few stories and showed you a few videos. Your more gullible than you are stupid. Or are you just plain retarded, Karl? Either way, the job is not complete until I see you buried inside a coffin…a coffin like the one you hit me in last week at Pandemonium…
YOU COST ME MY WORLD TITLE!
You try and say this is about you getting revenge on me, well I see it the other way around. Karl you have fought some of the best. Your record is possibly the greatest CZW has ever seen. But Karl, you have never gone to war with Montana. Not really. Make this your sob story if you want, but you won’t be crying after I am through with you. Not because you won’t be upset Karl, just because your career…your LIFE will be so pointless, you won’t even be able to find a fiber of a tear anymore. YOUR LIFE WILL BE OVER!
Karl…
Daniels: WAIT A MINUTE…KARL IS HERE…MY GOD KARL HAS JUST COME RUNNING OUT OF FROM THESE FANS…MONTANA HAS SEN HIM AND IS HIGHTAILING IT LIKE A SCOLDED DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Masters: Damn this Jackass, Montana was trying to talk and this jerk ruins it, and now look at him, he has gone insane, he is attacking all of Montana’s recruits, even Allescha for goodness sake, the bloody criminal.
Jackal knocks down Hix as he rolls out of the ring and runs up the ramp with Allescha on his arm, who has also been knocked down by the Jackal. Covey is still in the ring trying to fight him as Karl knocks him down and lays rights and lefts into him. Montana stands still in the corner of the ring, frozen with pure shock. As Jackal throws Covey from the ring Jackal now walks over towards Jesse.
Masters: My God…for the love fo god please get out of their Montana…PLEASE…
Daniels: He is frozen with fright I believe, Jackal is about to rip him to shreds.
Montana makes no movements as a tear rolls down his cheeks, Jackal is bright red with rage as he launches himself at him, however Hix is smart enough to grab Montana’s leg and pull him from under the ropes as Hix and Covey and even Allescha now walks Montana up the ramp out of dodge. Karl is left in the ring growling and frothing from the mouth.
Daniels: The beast that is the Jackal has been unleashed, this man is capable of anything and now, Montana has him as his number one enemy.
Masters: Karl looks insane, he has rabies…HE HAS BLOODY RABIES, JARRED.
Daniels: Look at the fright on Montana’s face, and at Summer Showdown these guys go one on one, but what type of match, you decide at home! SAME WITH ALL OF THE MATCHES!
Masters: Montana needs more security, and this Jackal needs sedated.
Daniels: We must close the show out here, but what a night it has been, next week we will have even more answers for yo all, I can’t wait, William can’t wait, I know you all can’t wait at home…what is this on the Combat Tron now?!
Masters: Another video?!
Daniels: We must leave you folks, goodnight and see you all next week for another edition of CZW Overdrive! What is this Video?!
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