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The scene fades in with footage from a few hours ago, when wrestlers began arriving at the Kansas Coliseum. The sun is close to setting, and the weather is frigid.

A black stretch limo pulls up to the entrance ramp, and Jenny Jacobs is quickly on the scene. She is wearing a pink winter coat, and pink ear muffs. She has a microphone in her hand. She addresses the cameraman.

JENNY: "This could be Fiscus and Finch, let's see if we can get a sneak peek at who their mystery partner is!"

As she and the cameraman approach the now stopped limo, the driver gets out and walks to the last door. He motions for Jenny to back off, and she stops. He opens the door, and immediately "Flawless" Frank Finch steps out. He is wearing a black trench coat of fine quality, and a black beanie. He sees Jenny and rolls his eyes. As he steps out of the way, "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus then gets out of the limo. He is, as well, wearing a black trench coat. However, he has the CZW World Heavyweight title strapped around his waist... on the OUTSIDE of the coat. He is not wearing a cap, and his long, dirty blonde hair hangs in his eyes and over his ears.

ALAN: "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny... it's mighty cold for you to be walking out, sticking your nose where it don't belong."

JENNY: "We were hoping to see who your mystery partner is, quite frankly."

FRANK, butting in: "Of course you were! That's what you and that douche Lewis are good at! Meddling and prying."

ALAN: "Jenny, you should spend less time worrying about who my partner is, and more time on not agreeing to some of the ridiculous things you've been doing in people's promos."

Jenny begins to look past Alan and Frank, trying to see inside of the limo.

JENNY: "Hey, I see... who is that in the limo, Alan?"

FRANK, stepping in to block her view: "None of your business, lady!"

ALAN, addresssing Frank and smiling: "If the dame wants to see who is a part of our entourage, who are we to deny her?"

Frank nods, and they both move aside. The camera zooms in a little bit on the door, to add to the suspense. Movements can be seen, and finally a man steps out of the limo. He is about 5'8" but seems very muscular. He wears a black leather jacket, black sunglasses, and short platinum blonde hair. He has a smirk on his face as he stands next to Alan.

JENNY: "Who... Who is this?"

ALAN: "This, Jenny? This is my brother. The WSW's newest student. Matt Fiscus, professionally known as "Psycho" Sam Attic. We're in Wichita, baby. My family is all here. You're walking on the soil of kings."

JENNY: "So your brother is your mystery tag team partner?"

ALAN: "Whoa, whoa, whoa... I never said THAT. He is simply here for support. You seriously think we are going to reveal who our partner is NOW, so close to the match? What do you take us for, fools? This isn't El Fuego you're dealing with! This is world class! The truth of the matter is this. With Covey being the dirtbag he is, it could be anyone. But let me assure you, I have made the ultimate coup de grâce. I have brought in someone who is OBVIOUSLY very dangerous. Someone who doesn't like me anymore than I like him. Someone who very well could be challenging me for the title soon. But it's worth the sacrifice, Jenny. It's worth the risk. Covey's suffering is my primary goal in ALL of this. His pain is my drug, his happiness my kryptonite. I wanted someone who was just as sadistic as I... someone who would stop at nothing to ensure violence. Someone who is hell bent, and dangerously driven to obtain his wants. Someone who is going to focus on Covey... while Frank and I take out the muppets. The perfect someone to soften up Covey for our title match. Covey doesn't know what he is dealing with. He thinks he knows. But he thinks a lot of things that are false and ill-advised. That's called IGNORANCE. His ignorance has shined throughout his CZW career, hasn't it? Ha ha ha...."

JENNY: "So you're not willing to give us a hint or anything?"

ALAN: "The hint is alone is that it is someone who wants to destroy Covey. You, just like the rest of the world, will have to wait and see the behemoth I am about to unleash. I am full of surprises, Jenny. I've said it before and I'll say it again. No matter WHO tries to discredit me, I _AM_ the puppet master. Now, if you'll excuse us, my family is waiting for me in our private suite."

Alan walks past her, as Frank has a final word.

FRANK: "No matter what, believe this. The champ, The Flawless One, the silent murderer... this is the team that will stand tall tonight! Covey will get a taste of what's to come, Krimzon Blaze will wish that mask was a permanent fixture on his ugly face, and El Pablo... well, he'll finally get his just deserves for beating me so long ago. WOOO!"

Frank moves past, followed by Matt who only has a confident smile on his face. He quickly grabs Jenny's hand and kisses it, as he walks past her. She turns around and looks on as the entourage enters the Kansas Coliseum.

*** BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ***

The cameras now show a present time view of the Kansas Coliseum, as now we cut to inside the arena as the fans erupt into a series of cheers and chants. The fireworks finish blasting off as the smoke clears, leaving the cameras to scroll around the arena, showing many signs from crowd members;

‘I ENDED THE CAREER OF ANDREW CLASH!’

‘I SQUIRTED MAYO WITH MY MAYO!’

‘MERRY CHRISTMAS JENNY JACOBS…YOU’RE A HO HO HO!’

‘I’M WEARING A MONTANA MASK FISCUS, COME AND GET ME BIG BOY!’

The cameras soon settle on the CZW commentators for Monday Night Overdrive, Jarred Daniels, William Masters and last but not least, Shawn Waters.

Daniels: Hello and welcome to a festive edition of CZW Overdrive, and Merry Christmas to all.

Masters: It’s not Christmas yet Jarred, so stop with all of that festive bollocks.

Waters: Wow, we have a true grinch over here don’t we?

Daniels: I prefer to use the term, Scrooge.

Masters: I am not a Scrooge…bah humbug!

Daniels: And folks at home, I hope your having a very merry holiday so far, and what better Christmas present than a whole new edition of CZW Overdrive, just one show away from our mammoth TWO YEAR anniversary show, ‘There will be blood’.

Masters: Wow, two years, it has seemed like twenty to me, sitting here working beside you Jarred.

Daniels: The feeling is mutual Willie.

Waters: And what better present to have, than seeing the Australian Model, the Aussie Shark, Mr. Television…Shawn Waters ALL NIGHT LONG!

Masters: Hmmm, I’m sure I remember hearing that saying before somewhere…

Daniels: Yes you have all of that, plus one hell of a show here tonight. We will see Timmons going face to face with his former partner…

Waters: That narrows it down to about half the roster, Jarred.

Daniels: Mr. Money in the Bank, Rob Wright.

Masters: Were going to see Fiscus and Covey in the same ring together, in a preview to the Pay Per View.

Daniels: Yes and speaking of previews, what an amazing preview were getting tonight, four of the best X Division stars this company has to offer, all in the same ring fighting for the head start in two weeks time at ‘There Will Be Blood’.

Waters: And I’m not sure if you guys have noticed, but me being the babe magnet that I am, I have clearly drawn Sirena Starr into the ring here, it looks like she wants to say something to begin this show.

Masters: I noticed Shawn, that’s why I’m walming my nocks up!!

Waters: Your what?! What kind of sick, sadis…

Daniels: I think he means his binoculars, Shawn.

Waters: Oh, I see. Wait…you have binoculars?!

Masters: Yep, I always come prepared. Oooh look at the a…

Sirena Starr is seen in the ring. She's holding a mic.

Sirena: Good Evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Sirena Starr...and this is HD TV. Put your hands together for my guest tonight. He is CAGE STRYKER!!

The fans erupt with mixed reactions as Cage steps up beside Sirena. He gives her a kiss before she hands him the mic.

Cage: Thank you sweetheart.

Sirena smiles before stepping away.

Cage: WORD UP WICHITA!!

**cheap pop, but at least it's gets him more cheers**

Cage: Alright...it seems to me that I have a lot of explainin to do...and it bein the holiday season...I also have some apologies to make. As you heard earlier in the week on TJ's talk show...yes, I do indeed have a few statements to make.

Cage pauses long enough for the fans to calm down.

Cage: First and foremost...I've not been myself lately. I never realized a piece of gold could make someone change so much. Now here I am, a self proclaimed hero attacking random people like some street thug in Brooklyn. Now, needless to say...not many people have liked this new Cage...and after last week...I realized that I too don't like this new Cage Stryker. Now, it's a given that I have had some of my fans turn their backs on me because of how I've been...and you know what...so be it. It's not like I pay them to love and hate CzW superstars. But for those of you who have turned your backs on me...I'm not speaking to you.

The fans agains respond in mixed reactions.

Cage: As much as I'd love to have those fans back, I think I've fallen to deep into the hole with them to regain their support. It's alright though...I still have a huge fan following even with that. Now, it's explanation time. The reason for the way I have been is this. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to make excuses...I was wrong to go about it this way...but, I just want you all to understand where I'm coming from. For 5 months I worked my ass off as the CzW World Champ. Sure...I may not have had many opponents during my tenure...but I'd still like to think that I still had a very impressive run. I fought through CzW's dark times...I kept the show afloat. I could have been like so many others and just given up on the federation...and let it fall on it's face. I didn't though...and all I had gotten for it is grief. I'm the one being blamed for the dark times. It was my fault according to all the critics...but you know what...the fed was already floundering before I even got the gold...and when I did get the gold CzW was still at it's greatest glory. It wasn't my fault, but if they want to blame me for it...fine...it's your opinions. The fact is though...CZW STILL LIVES!!

The audience starts a Cee Zee Dub chant

Cage: That's right...I won that ultimate chamber...but due to money in the bank rules, I would not walk out with the World Title. I can't keep blaming Alan for that...so he is my first holiday apology. I apologize Alan Fiscus for trying to blame all my problems on you...and since this is your hometown, it's only fitting I do it here. My problems are my own. But...I hope Matt Covey rips you apart right here in your hometown and embarasses you like you did me in my hometown.

Cage stops a moment and allows the fans to react however they see fit.

Cage: Now, that's another thing that has been getting me. I am the former World Champion...but no one is giving me that credit. I'm not even being looked at in the World Title scene...thus enter McNally. My next apology. Bryan McNally, I apologize for attacking you after the match we had. It was totally uncalled for. I won, I should have left it at that...but I didn't...I allowed frustration and aggravation to get the better of me. And I had remembered the bicycle kick at the end of our tag match several months back. I allowed my emotions to run wild and not keep them in check. It was nothing against you personally...even if my life is being threatened by Beautiful Agony right now for doing so. It was your classic...wrong place...wrong time situation...but as I said...that's no excuse for my actions...and though I know you're not a very forgiving man, I do ask for you to at least accept my apology...and if you want a rematch...name a place and time. I'd be more than happy to wrestle you the right way.

Cheers

Cage: Alright...next up...I owe another apology to one Brian Blaze. I apologize for trying to take the place of your partner Mortius. I just thought we were an awesome team...but Mortius made it perfectly clear...he doesn't like me one bit. And I've not heard you say one way or the other. So, here you go BB...a Christmas gift of sorts. Brian Blaze...if you wish to disband the Hollywood Knights...then I will understand.

Hollywood Knights...Hollywood Knights...

Cage: Heh, thank you all for that...but if it's what BB wants...it's what BB will get. Speaking of Blaze...their is a man called Krimzon Blaze I also owe an apology to. I'm sorry things have gotten so hostile between us...but it just proved once again...Gold can change a person. I had once considered you a great ally...and I couldn't have thought of anyone better to take the X-Title than you in the Ultimate X match...cept for Mikey. If either of you walked out with that title, I was gonna be happy...but then...then you turned on me. You called everything I had ever done a joke. You told me I didn't deserve to hold that X-Title. You said I was a worthless champion...so yeah...once again, I allowed my emotions to run too high...and thus pushed a wedge between us...and poor El Pablo...I apologize that you've had to be stuck in the middle of it. I just want to wish both of you luck in the main event...El Covey for the win all the way.But Kaybe's, I would still love to have you one on one in an X-Division rules match sometime...but this time instead of going in with hatred...I would be walking in with the utmost respect for you and your ability.

EL FUEGO chants erupt as Cage smiles

Cage: Those are your real heroes. Now...lets see...oh yes. I alos want to thank my beloved, Sirena...for sticking with me even through these times. And it's going to be because of her...and guys like Pablo...who will help me return to what I should. Alright...that leaves me with one final apology. And that apology is to Jesse Montana.

All at once a huge WTF chant explodes.

Cage: Now, now...bare with me. I do need to apologize to Jesse. I need to apologize for trying to do his job and try and make my own matches. And I apologize for trying to call my own shots. I'm sorry I knocked you out during the cage match with Mortius. I'm just a CzW Superstar...I don't have that kind of authority. So Jesse...I'm sorry.

A wicked grin crosses Cage's face.

Cage: Jesse, I also apologize for being a greater champion then you. I apologize for actually giving the World title a meaning unlike your reign. I apologize for giving the fans real entertainment and not just some drab...I'm the boss bullshit. I also apologize for not hitting you harder with my Stryker Driver off the cage. I'm sorry I didn't hit you more times during the match.

'Tear Away' plays as The FN Boss TJ Hix steps out on the stage.

TJ: Alright, enough of this shit. You're trying to embarass the president of this great federation and I can't allow you to go any further with it. You're pretty proud of yourself for all this crap aren't ya.

Cage smiles and kind of nods his head and shrugs.

TJ: Wipe that smirk of your face before I come down there and wipe it off myself.

Cage taunts TJ and tries to get him to come on down to the ring.

TJ: Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya. There you go again trying to call your own shots...but no, I'm not going for it. You see, Mr. Montana has plans for you...none of which am I allowed to speak of. And until you give him his proper respect, you may never see a shot at Alan's title ever again. I'll tell you this though, don't plan on taking any vacation time for the holidays...Mr. Montana is still far from through with you.

Cage: TJ, you're still playing that dry old corporate kiss ass routine again. Man, you were a 10 time EWC champion...and still the best you can do is give me idle threats. TJ, you had respect once...but all this corporate nonsense you play...you're a bigger joke than Rave. You can wrestle...why don't you come on down here now and face me man to man.

TJ: I guess Jesse's warnings still didn't sink in. You can't make matches...and you can't demand that I wrestle you. I too enact my rights to only wrestle when I choose. Don't worry though...you're nights not through yet...I'm sure you'll see some action tonight...heh, and I don't mean from that dried out old hag you call a wife. Shit, she's prolly so lose it's like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.

Cage storms toward the ropes.

TJ: I wouldn't do that if I were you. Someone else has a few words for you.

Jesse Montana is seen sliding into the ring with a chorus of boos. Cage turns around just in time for...

Jarred Daniels: OH MY GAWD!!

William Masters: HELL YEAH!! MONTANA EXPRESS!! That oughta shut that punk kids mouth.

Jesse stands over an unconscious Cage Stryker holding a mic.

Montana: Greatest World Champion, my ass. You couldn’t even see that coming Cage, just think how many more tricks I have up my sleeve. I am a genius, whereas your just a kid who has a dream. Your nothing special Cage, I have seen hundreds of people like you come and go, none of them stay at the top for long. That’s why there is a difference between you and I. You’re a one hit wonder Cage, you held the World Title in the midst of a deserted roster. I have been at the top of this industry for years, I have been the man carrying this company since the days the doors were open. You think you can go to war with me? You can’t even stand in the same ring as me.

The fans boo as TJ and Montana stand over Cage’s body, who still hasn’t moved since the vile attack.

Montana: Actually I take that back. You see Cage, maybe you can stand in the same ring as me, in fact, maybe you WILL stand in the same ring as me. Don’t think because I am the President of this place, don’t think it means I can’t wrestle better than ever before. You want to prove to me, and the whole World that you are the TRUE greatest World Champion this company has seen? There is only one way to prove it big man, and that is facing me…in this very ring…AT THERE WILL BE BLOOD!!!’

The fans react with a mixture of cheers and boos.

Montana: Oh silly me, I always forget to add the final part. Just because you’ve also upset my loyal assistant General Manager, Mr. TJ Hix, I am going to involve him in this match also. Mr. Hix, how is your refereeing ability?

Hix: I’d say it’s pretty darn good Mr. Montana.

Montana: THEN…lt’s settled, at There Will be Blood…it will be…Stryker…Montana…with Hix as the special referee. God I’m good.

Montana drops the mic so it actually hit’s the face of Cage on the way down. He walks off smiling in a cocky way, as TJ follows him as though he was glued to his backside. The scene hits to commercials…

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-=- A X-DIVISION SHOWCASE FATAL FOUR WAY! -=-
Kimo Newton vs. Johnny Kerosene vs. Sean Hustle vs. The Zodiac Thrilla

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Daniels: The action is finally getting underway as we are going to open up the show with a Fatal Four Way X- Division showcase and you just know, that Brian Blaze is keeping his eye on this match.

Masters: Yes, that loser would be keeping his eye on this match. He couldn’t win the big one so he’s still stuck at the appetizer of holding the X-Division Title.

Waters: Yes, which is still far greater than ANYTHING you’ve ever done Masters.

Daniels: That is very well noted as Masters is a giant loser and everyone already knew that.

Masters: Jessica, introductions, PLEASE!

My Hood by Young Jeezy begins to play as the fans start to cheer as Kimo Newton is on the stage.

Jessica: Making his way to the ring he hails from Honolulu Hawaii he is The Hoodlum from Hawaii KIMO NEWTON!

Kimo makes it into the ring as Judas Priests Johnny B. Goode begins to play as the fans continue to cheer. Johnny Kerosene is now on the stage feeding off of the crowds energy.

Jessica: Now making his way to the ring, he hails from Bristol, England. He is JOHNNY KEROSENE!

Johnny is now in the ring as Serial Killer by Snoop Dogg begins to play. The fans show there respect for the former world champion as The Zodiac Thrilla is now on the stage and is making his way to the ring.

Jessica; Now making his way to ring he is from San Francisco, California he is THE ZODIAC THRILLA!

The Zodiac Thrilla jumps over the top rope into the ring as 5FDP begins to play and Sean Hustle is now on the stage. The fans cheer but some boos are heard as Sean Hustle is making his way to the ring.

Jessica: Finally, making his way to the ring from Albany, New York. He is Troublesome Sean Hustle.

Daniels: Sean Hustle is in the ring now as the bell rings and this match is officially underway. The Zodiac Thrilla and Sean Hustle are going at it as Johnny Kerosene is squaring off with Kimo Newton. I say we’re always in for a treat when the X-Division is involved.

Masters: I say you’re a big lame ass but hey who’s counting.

Waters: Sean Hustle just hit a quick boot to the gut of Zodiac as he hit’s a quick DDT.

Daniels: At the same time Johnny Kerosene and Kimo are going at it. Johnny goes for a massive right hand that Kimo ducks and Johnny then turns right into a Super kick from Kimo. Kimo playing to the crowd as he turns and is absolutely levelled with a spear from Hustle.

Waters: Sean Hustle has put many opponents away with that spear and tonight could be no different as he is going for a cover.

Masters: He only gets a two count though as Zodiac comes in and breaks it up. He starts pummelling Sean as Kimo rolls out of the ring and Johnny is back on his feet. Zodiac takes Sean and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex right into a dropkick from Johnny.

Daniels: Some inadvertent team work from Kerosene and Zodiac but it works as Sean is now on the outside of the ring and Johnny and Zodiac are now going at one another. They are exchanging rights and lefts as neither man is budging. Zodiac then grabs an arm of Johnny and hits him with a Russian Leg Sweep. Kimo is however perched on the top rope as he takes off….

Waters: 450 SPLASH!

Masters: Kimo Newton just hit both Johnny Kerosene and The Zodiac Thrilla with a 450 splash. He now goes for the cover on Kerosene 1.…2.…no kick out. He then makes his way over to Zodiac and goes for the cover 1.….no Zodiac gets the shoulder up.

Waters: That was amazing by Kimo and was the greatest thing Masters has easily ever seen.

Daniels: That’s a hardly a stretch as Masters is a lame ass.

Masters; You know what, if you guys weren’t so busy insulting me. You would’ve seen Kimo just get planted by an elevated DDT from Sean. Zodiac is on his feet and he is met with a European uppercut from Sean. Sean is not hitting lefts and rights as Zodiac is backing into a corner.

Daniels: Check it out though Johnny is making a charge. Johnny takes flight and Sean moves, however Zodiac is hit with a flying forearm smash. Johnny then turns around as Sean goes for another DDT. Johnny however just pushes Sean off. Sean stumbles backwards into a waiting Kimo who hits Sean with a German Suplex. Kimo is quick to his feet as Johnny Kerosene grabs him and hits him with is that The Claw?

Waters; Claw hold into an STO from Kerosene who is on his feet as he is getting this crowd jacked up.

Masters; However, he doesn’t notice The Zodiac Thrilla…..

Daniels: MOONSAULT!

Waters: Zodiac stays on for the cover 1.…2.….NO!

Daniels: Sean made the save the match might have been over right there. Johnny rolls to the outside of the ring as Sean hit’s the Zodiac Thrilla with a massive Spine Buster. Sean then looks out the corner of his eyes and notices Johnny Kerosene getting up. Sean then bounces off the ropes as he dives in between the top and second rope. Suicide Dive!

Masters: Check it out though Kimo Newton is now standing and notices both men on the outside of the ring. Both men are slowly getting to there feet as Kimo gets on the apron and catapults from the second rope and hit’s a beautiful ASAI MOONSAULT!

Waters: Those three men are down and the Zodiac Thrilla is now climbing to the top rope. He is perched on the top rope as he is waiting patiently for all three men to get up. All three men are finally to there feet as Zodiac jumps…..

Daniels: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE THREE MEN ON THE FLOOR!

Waters: These fans are saying what everyone has to be thinking. THAT WAS AWESOME!

Masters: Pretty, yes incredibly however we’re no closer to a winner at this state. Three men are down and Zodiac is playing to these nimrods in the seats.

Daniels: Zodiac is making his move as he picks up Johnny Kerosene. He rolls him back into the ring. Johnny is still out as Zodiac Thrilla is going back to the top rope. What is he going to do for an encore I wonder?

Masters: CRASH AND BURH HA HA HA!

Waters: Zodiac Thrilla went for a 450 Splash again but he went to the well one to many times. Johnny moves out of the way as Zodiac his the canvas hard.

Daniels: Great awareness by Johnny as all four men are down. However, Johnny is stirring around as Kimo is making his way back into the ring. Johnny is now on the top rope as he takes flight.

Waters: Flying Corkscrew Crossbody from Johnny Kerosene. Johnny is going for the pin 1.….2.….NO!

Masters: Kimo gets the shoulder up as Johnny is up in disbelief. Sean is back in the ring to his feet as Johnny is back on his feet and he turns into a massive haymaker from Sean. Johnny Kerosene could be out cold. Sean stands there with a smirk on his face. He looks up to the crowd who are just eating this up.

Daniels: However, he’s not capitalizing on this opportunity as he turns around and Zodiac just takes Sean out with a Missile dropkick.

Waters: Great fast paced action fro the four of these men as Zodiac is up and Kimo comes running. Kimo goes for a roundhouse kick but Zodiac ducks. Zodiac then turns around and Kimo is getting back to his feet as Zodiac lifts Kimo onto his shoulders and hit’s a Death Valley Driver!

Masters: The Thrilla is in the driver’s seat ladies and gentlemen.

Daniels: The Zodiac Thrilla is going for the cover on Kimo 1.…….2.……..3!

Masters: NO! Johnny Kerosene breaks it up just as Kimo gets his shoulder up. Johnny pulls Zodiac up as Zodiac could be going for a Belly to Belly. Johnny counters and starts hitting Zodiac with some head butss as Zodiac lets go. Johnny then spins him around and hits him with a Full Nelson Facebuster.

Daniels: The Facemelter! There it was he is going for the cover 1.….2.……..NO! Sean Hustle makes the save as he cinches in Concrete Dreams. Johnny is hooked into that Guillotine Choke as this could be the end Johnny might just tap.

Waters: Kimo Newton just broke a bottle of Jack Daniels over the head of Sean Hustle. Sean breaks the hold as broken glass is everywhere. Kimo is covering Sean 1.…..2.…..NO!

Masters: SEAN SOMEHOW GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Daniels: What heart from Sean Hustle, and what an amazing match by these competitors this is a great way to start off the show. Sean is still down however as Kimo is going to the top rope. Kimo might be going for the Tequila Shot, that double foot stomp off the top rope. Kimo takes flight as….

Waters: INDIAN SUMMER FROM THE ZODIAC THRILLA!

Masters: Kimo goes for the Tequila Shot but the Zodiac Thrilla hits that Cartwheel kick jumping extremely high to nail Kimo right in the midsection. That was some remarkable timing from The Zodiac Thrilla.

Daniels: Johnny Kerosene is back up now as he goes after Zodiac. Johnny goes for a close line as Zodiac ducks. Zodiac then kicks Johnny in the stomach and hits the HORRORSCOPE! That over the shoulder belly to back piledriver was just hit onto Johnny Kerosene however all four men are down and out cold. As all four men have taken each other to the limit.

Waters: It's anyone's game right now, the first person to move has the advantage!

Daniels: Indeed it is, Shawn, and that person is.. Zodiac, now crawling over to Johnny Kerosene!

Masters: He makes the cover.. 1..... 2.... wait, Kimo!

Waters: OH! Kimo looking for an elbow drop, but Zodiac sees it coming and moves out of the way, leaving Johnny Kerosene to take the impact!

Daniels: Kimo jumps to his feet, but Zodiac is there to meet him, kicking him in the midsection and tossing him over the ropes to the outside!

Masters: Hustle now getting to his feet using the ropes. He spots Zodiac, his back turned, talking some trash to Kimo on the outside.

Daniels: Zodiac finally turns back round, and here comes Hustle, clothesline!

Waters: No, wait, Zodiac sidesteps.. grabs hold.. WAIT A SECOND!

*THUD*

Daniels: ZODIAC HITS HUSTLE WITH THE HORRORSCOPE! And Hustle rolls right out of the ring, crumpling in a heap on the floor!

Waters: We're down to two, and it looks like Johnny Kerosene is about to taste defeat for the second time!

Masters: Zodiac not going for the pin right away, though. Instead, he picks Kerosene up, and leads him towards the centre of the ring. He grabs him in a front facelock.. AND HITS THE EYE OF THE ZODIAC!

Daniels: Kerosene bounced right up into the air from that impact!

Waters: And Zodiac dives on top of him for the cover!

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Waters: And now covers Johnny Kerosene himself!

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Masters: WHAT!?

Daniels: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! KIMO WINS! KIMO WINS!

Masters: How the bloody blue hell did that happen!?

Waters: Let's check the replay.. you can see that as Zodiac hits the Eye Of The Zodiac on Kerosene, Kimo makes his way up onto the apron. With Zodiac making the pin chest up, in an attempt to get maximum leverage, he inadvertently left himself open, and Kimo seized his chance!

Daniels: And Kimo making his way straight to the back here, apparently not wanting to stick around to enjoy the celebrations!

Waters: I can't say I blame him, Jarred! Zodiac wanted to tear him apart before the match, I daresay that desire has just increased ten-fold now!

The scene focuses on Kimo Newton, stood arms aloft at the top of the ramp, before cutting to commercial.

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Two years... of competition, of skill, of fortitude...

Two years of champions, of heroes, of villains...

Two years of blood... TWO YEARS OF VIOLENCE.

On January 10th, 2010... join us as we celebrate the two year anniversary of the CZW... where it all began. ROCHESTER, NEW YORK.

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The scene changes to show Ryan Lewis in the locker room area. Godzilla Sawyer is here wearing black denim jeans and a red T-shirt with a reproduction of the Beatles ‘Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band’ album cover on it. Sawyer looks pretty serious.

Ryan: “I’m here with the current CZW Television Champion Godzilla Sawyer. Now ‘Zilla, later tonight there is a big match between your two championship contenders, Tim Timmons and Rob Wright. Now, you aren’t even scheduled. Why are you here tonight?”

Sawyer give Lewis a dry look: “You know that the higher-ups like to have us all present just in case we’re needed.”

Ryan: “Um...I’m trying to set the stage, J. A. Build the illusion.”

Sawyer: “What illusion? You aren’t trying to build Timmons as the next TV champ, too, are you?”

Ryan: “No. Next question: What do you think about tonight’s match? Who are you hoping to see win?”

Sawyer: “The Real Deal, who else? In fact, I’d like to see Rob tear Tim’s ear off, detach a retina or two, give him a concussion maybe. You know, tear him apart a little. I...”

We hear the sound of a door opening, then a female voice say: “Hey, J. A. Long time no see.”

Sawyer and Ryan look toward the door to Sawyer’s locker room to see Tamara Simpson standing there

. Tamara: “Is it all right if we talk a little?”

Sawyer has a cold expression on his face. “I have something to do here shortly. Make it quick.”

Ryan: “We’ll get back to you, then, William, Jarred, and Shawn.”

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-=- WINNER FACES BRIAN KIRKLAND AT THE PPV! -=-
The Custodian vs "The Ripper" McNally

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Towers: The next contest is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match is the number 1 contender for the CZW Ultraviolent Championship!

Waters: This match is bound to get messy.

Masters: Yeah and luckily for us, The Custodian will probably bring his mop!

"The Ripper" by Chinchilla hits over the PA system.

Towers: Introducing first, from Calumet City, Illinois. Weighing in at 310 pounds, "The Ripper" Mcnally!!!

Mcnally makes his way down the ramp rather fast, sporting a maroon red attire. A mixed bunch of cheers and jeers erupt through the crowd.

Daniels: "The Ripper" is in top shape right now and he looks ready to fight.

Masters: Oh yeah, and I bet he cleans the floor with The Custodian tonight! No pun intended.

"You're Gonna Pay" by Jim Johnston hits over the PA system and the crowd immediatly erupts.

Towers: His opponent, from The Janitors Closet, weighing in at 240 pounds.... The Custodian!!!

The Custodian arrives to the ramp way with his trusty mop, and is also kicking a mop bucket filled with tacks down the ramp. Hes wearing a rugged old denim Janitors uniform. He says a few words

to the mop, and slides into the ring with it. Daniels: Both men are staring each other down, though The Custodian has a wicked smirk on his face.

Waters: That guy just always seems lost.

Master: Well we'll see how much he smiles after this kind of match, I really think that crazy thing is just an act, he isin't ready for a real beating yet!

Daniels: I would have to disagree, that guy is too strange to be faking it!

The bells rings

Daniels: Both men are circling each other, McNally makes the first jump at The Custodian, but watch out!!!

THWACK!!!

Waters: Whoa that had to hurt, if hes even awake!

Masters: What a cheap shot, The Custodian let him make the first move, then drilled him with that stupid mop!

Daniels: Well this is an UltraViolent match! The Custodian is just circling McNally's seemingly knocked out body and staring at him. Like I said that guy is strange!

Waters: Wait now he's lifting him, hes got him to his knees, ohh low blow by McNally. The Custodian hits the mat, and is immediatly stomped by McNally. McNally now has the mop and is whacking The Custodian with it. McNally lets him up, then drills him with a heavy clothesline.

Masters: Thats why they call him "The Ripper" this guy is big and powerful and he wont stop tearing into his opponent!

Daniels: The Custodian gets to his feet and charges McNally. McNally ducks in hopes to throw The Custodian over his back, but The Custodian is one step ahead and stops himself short, and kicks McNally right in his face. The Custodian bounces off the ropes and drives an elbow into McNally.

Waters: Ah here is The Custodian we know, always on the attack.

Daniels: The Custodian leaves the ring and chucks his bucket of tacks into the ring, spreading tacks over about half the ring, then he slides back in. McNally is up and delivers a huge right hand to The Custodians head. He tucks The Custodians head then delivers a DDT to The Custodian in the bed of tacks in the ring.

Master: Ohh lord! This match got Ultra Violent, Ultra Fast. His grandchildren will be picking tacks out of their heads too! That is if anybody is dumb enough to reproduce with that guy!

Waters: You can see blood on the mat next to The Custodians head right now. About two minutes into this match and there is a puddle of blood, you've gotta love this company!

Daniels: McNally turns The Custodian onto his back and starts to deliver right hands to The Custodians bloody head. He starts to choke him with his hands, before The Custodian monkey flips McNally into the tacks. McNally lets out a scream as he lands on the tacks with his back.

Waters: Custodian starts to kick McNally until he falls out of the ring and goes out after him, he lifts him up and delivers a swinging neck-breaker on the floor and then mudhole stomps him while he is down. The Custodian turns around and starts to look for objects under the ring, he finds something and turns around.

BOOM

Masters: Damn!!! McNally just booted The Custodian dead in his kisser! As if this guy dosen't already have enough brain damage!

Waters: Yeah you got some nerve talking about brain damage buddy.

Daniels: McNally picks up The Custodian and Irish whips him head first into the turnbuckle post. He picks up the garbage can that The Custodian grabbed from under the ring. The Custodian rises to his feet, and has a garbage can placed over his head. As he struggles to get out McNally reaches for the mop in the ring and starts to beat the can with the mop stick, The Custodian falls down and is stomped while inside the can.

Masters: This is a frikin riot!

Waters: McNally is yelling for him to get up, as The Custodian works his way out of the garbage can. Custodian gets to his feet and catches McNally with a kick to the gut before McNally can land his punch. He drills McNally with a devastating piledriver on the bare floor. He goes for the pin outside

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Daniels: I really can't believe that the both of these men haven't been knocked out.

Waters: As McNally struggles to get to his feet, The Custodian drags a chair and table from under the ring and slides them inside the ring. As he turns around McNally lands a right hand, both men exchange blows back and forth outside of the ring, then Mcnally throws a thumb into The Custodians eye.

Masters: Genious!

Daniels: McNally grabs The Custodian by the head and throws him head first into the guard rail, creating a loud clatter. The fans cheer as the action approaches the crowd. The Custodian rises to his feet and is hit with a european uppercut from McNally. He grabs The Custodian by his head and throws him into the ring.

Waters: Finally this match found its way back to the ring. McNally is relentless at this moment.

Daniels: The Custodian makes his way to his feet, and McNally immediatly throws a heavy right hand, The Custodian ducks, turns around and drill McNally with a bulldog into the folded chair.

Waters: Ohh man that hurt!

Daniels: The Custodian picks up the chair, and raises it in the air for the crowd.

Waters: He's saying he wants to end this match right now, and with that chair he very well could.

Masters: Watch out McNally, he wants to take your head off!

Daniels: McNally rises to his feet and backs up into a corner, he looks up to see The Custodian rushing at him full speed with chair in hand, McNally pushes himself off of the turnbuckle towards The Custodian.

WHACK!!!

Master: Oh my god, did you just see and hear that? Thats gotta be the end right there.

Daniels: McNally just drilled The Custodian with the Bicycle Kick, and you better believe the chair didn't soften the blow!

Waters: McNally goes for the cover...

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Masters: This guy really is insane!

Daniels: McNally looks around in disbelief as The Custodian works his way back up to his feet. McNally sets up the table and waits for The Custodian to get up. McNally whips the Custodian into the neareast turnbuckle and starts to lay into him with left and right hands. The crowd starts to pick up the tempo and cheering for The Custodian.

Waters: This crowd loves this guy, and right now they are trying to do what they can to keep him alive in this one.

Daniels: There are no fans like the CZW fans!

Waters: McNally starts dropping kicks into the gut of The Custodian, he throws another but has his foot caught by The Custodian, The Custodian throws McNally into the corner and delivers devastating punches from the middle rope.

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Masters: Ohhh no, ohhh no.

Waters: OHHHH "The Clean Sweep" through the table!!!

Daniels: Custodian goes for the pin!

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* DING DING DING*

Towers: YOUR WINNER AND NOW THE NUMBER 1 CONTENDER FOR THE CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP.... THE CUSTODIAN!!!.

Waters: That match was absolutely insane guys.

Daniels: The Custodian climbs the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air.

Masters: I really can't beleive the fans really like this guy, I will admit however that this match was impressive.

Daniels: Wait what the hell? Is that the Mountain Man?

Waters: Before The Custodian can even turn around he is locked deep in "The Chainsaw Choke".

Masters: Yeah don't let go until that idiot is out cold!!!

Daniels: Security comes running out while The Custodian starts to pass out, The Mountain Man lets go as soon as he is out cold. He turns to find McNally gaining his composure and rising to his feet. He kicks McNally in the gut then drills him with Fallen Timber onto the bed of tacks in the ring.

Waters: This is ridiculous, somebody get that guy out of there, enough is enough. Both of those men put it all out there in the ring and now hes just beating the hell out of them.

Daniels: Security gets in the ring and forms a circle around him, they try to close in but stop as he knocks out two of them with a couple of right hands. He motions for a microphone.

Masters: Tell them all how it is MTM.

Mountain Man: This all ends now! These pathetic excuses for UV matches. I'm the rightful number 1 contender for the UV Title, and the whole world knows it! If you don't believe me look at these two punks laid out in the ring. I suggest that somebody gives me what I want, or things like this will continue! I will be waiting for the winner at the Pay Per View, you can bet on that.

Masters: MTM means business!

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We come back from break to see "The Reaper" Brian Kirkland and "The Straight Edge Curse" Ryan shane in mid conversation.

BK:Again, congratulations on winning the match last show but I'm gonna tell you now I won't let it happen next time.

RS:Thanks alot, but about "not letting it happen again" we'll just have to find out if you can do that sometime

BK: Yeah--

Kirkland stops talks and turns his head to the right to see an angry looking Mike Monroe standing beside him.

BK:Ryan you might wanna get out of here, we'll talk later.

RS:Yeah, I'll see you.

Ryan turns and leaves while BK turns to fully face Mike.

BK:You want something Mike?

Mike puts down the hood of his new BA hoodie and looks at Kirkland with a near condesending look on his face.

MM: You aren't really helping your cause at all are you?

BK goes to speak but Mike raises his hand to Kirkland's face.

MM: Shut up. I'm not done yet. Are you out of your damn mind? Jumping McNally like that? Never mind he could turn you into a skid mark at a whim. But did you forget who he is a member of? And you want us to bring you back in? You see what is says on the back of my hoodie? "Mess with one, mess with all" It isn't there to sell shirts and be put on crowd signs. It is gospel. You know what, I'm gonna give you a free pass. But just remember, you f**k up one more time...well, just ask Cage.

Monroe leaves but before Kirkland can go back to talking to Ryan Shane, Mike King appears from the shadows.

BK: What do you want Mike?

MK: It's not what I want Brian, it's about what you want. I know you want to be a part of Beautiful Agony but isn't that what you really want Brian? Is it? I know that our friend Brian Blaze is a part of it and you are friends with Mike and Eddie but it seems that they don't want you in Beautiful Agony at all. Why else would Mike come up to you and say "Mess with one, mess with all" to you? He is trying to scare you because he is scared of you.

BK: And why should I listen to you Mike? Didn't you kid-nap Dwayne and blame me for your struggles earlier this year?

MK: I did but that's the past. We sealed that and we're in the now, now. Now I see my friend, my brother in dire straights and I am offering help. I know Mike Monroe is a no-good snake. He sealed Beautiful Agony right when we starting to outshine him. He is jealous of us Brian. He is jealous of Youthful Aggression. The same youth that I returned to CZW to cultivate. Now you can either be a part of the CZW youth movement or not. That's up to you. But any friend of Mike Monroe, is an enemy of mine.

BK looks at MK for a second then turns his head to look the way Monroe went.

BK: I....I don't know, I still don't trust you King but you make a point. Then again Monroe had my back when you went nuts.

MK: It's ok it's ok, I understand. I went batshit crazy but don't blame that all on me. That was Monroe's fault for driving that out of me. But now that is just a thing in the past. How about this, you and Monroe meet me in the ring at the Anniversary Show and you can tell me what you're going to do then.

Mike slowly backs out of veiw leaving us looking at a very confused Reaper.

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-=- FORMER ALLIES NOW HEAD TO HEAD! -=-
"Canada's Finest" Tim Timmons vs "The Real Deal" Rob Wright

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As we come back from commercial, we see Godzilla Sawyer and Tamara Simpson still in Sawyer’s dressing room. Tamara is speaking.

Tamara: “I never meant to hurt you, J. A., and I would love the chance to make it up to you. I would do whatever it takes.” She takes Sawyer’s hand and waits. Slowly, he closes his hand around hers and looks into her eyes.

Sawyer: “So, why here. In Kansas? You don’t live here, so you had to fly out. Why now, on live TV, just as I was cutting a promo?”

Tamara is taken aback. “I just thought...”

Sawyer, raising his hand to stop her speaking: “Its all right, Tamara. I think I know the answers anyway.

“You see, I believe you that, right now, you want nothing more than to be beside me...on camera. I think you are being completely honest when you say that allying with Tim Timmons was a mistake. Of course it was. He turned on you and kicked you to the curb as soon as you had served his purpose. But, everytime I look at you, I ask myself ‘What if?’ What if Tim had not kicked you to the curb? Would you still be accompanying him to the ring and spending your nights at his hotel? Why couldn’t you call me or come to my home town if you wanted to talk? Why on live TV in front of an audience. That’s why I let the camera stay and I know that’s why you didn’t ask him to leave. Because that’s what you really want.”

Tamara: “J. A...”

Sawyer: “The problem is, Tamara, even if you are being completely up front and honest with me, the only way I would know that is to let you be around and wait, hoping that you don’t turn on me again. And its just not worth worrying about. After that lunatic kidnaped my niece, you should have been at my side then. Instead, you waited until cameras were rolling. I’m sorry, Tamara, but I don’t trust you. Probably never will.”

Sawyer gently disengages his hand from hers even as Billy Williams, the former Janitor of ‘The Union’, pokes his head in. He gives Tamara a quizzical look then looks at Sawyer.

Williams: “You wanted me to let you know. The match is about to start.”

Sawyer: “Thanks, Billy. I’m on it.”

Sawyer stands up and heads to the door, then turns toward Tamara.

Sawyer: “It would be best if you not be here when I get back. I have some business with Timmons to take care of.”

Sawyer leaves.

The camera switches to the ring with Jessica Towers already inside.

Jessica: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is between two men that, on January 10, 2010, will contend in a three-way match for the CZW Television Championship. Our first competitor, hailing from Springfield, Massachusetts, standing 6' 4" and weighing 245 lbs, he holds a Money in the Bank briefcase...he is The Real Deal ROB WRIGHT!”

‘In the End’ by Linkin Park blares through the sound system as Rob steps out onto the ramp. He jogs in place and raises his briefcase up over his head. Then, holding the case in one hand, he trots down to the ring clapping hands with fans as he goes. He deposits the case at the announcers table, hops up onto the ring apron, then uses the ropes to catapult himself into the ring doing a front somersault and rolling to his feet as the fans cheer. Jessica waits patiently before continuing.

Jessica: “His opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, standing 6' 2" and weighing 268 lbs...Psychotic TIM TIMMONS!”

Tim walks out onto the ramp. He looks cold, emotionless, staring at Rob Wright in the ring.. He walks purposefully forward, changing only to snarl at a fan who’s arm was long enough to clap him on the shoulder. He climbs the ring steps and stands in the ring.

Jessica: “Again, this match is for one fall and is standard CZW rules.”

Jessica steps out of the ring, the referee steps in, and the bell rings.

Jarred: “And we’re off! They’ve been playing around this for a while now, and I can’t wait to see how this plays out.”

Masters: “I can’t either, Jarred. First Tim can take Rob out tonight, execute him for treason so to speak, and maybe even take him out of the match coming up in January, and then he’ll have Sawyer all to himself at There Will Be Blood!”

Waters: “Well, I don’t think it will be all that easy for Tim, but it does make an interesting contest. Rob is a little taller than Tim and is definitely more agile and quick. Tim, however, is heavier, stronger, and excels in the hardcore style that a CZW standard match.”

In the ring the two are face to face. Tim is snarling and talking some smack but Rob is calmly defiant, smirking as Timmons unloads on him verbally. Rob grins and we see him do a pantomine where he pretends to slam someone, points to Tim, acts like he’s slapping the mat as he mouths ‘One, Two, Three’, and then raises his hand as if he just won. The fans cheers with Rob’s raised hand, and Tim rubs his jaw and looks around at the cheering audience...and then he slaps Rob across the face! Rob stumbles back as Tim chases, trying to land a clean punch. Rob suddenly hooks his hands into the waistband of Tim’s trunks and then falls down backward, effectively pulling Tim forward and through the ropes, out onto the floor! Tim is up instantly and begins to throw a fit at ringside, but when he turns around, he finds Rob catapulting himself over the top rope and onto him! They both hit the arena floor, and Rob is up and back into the ring even as Tim rises again, storming around ringside.

Masters: “This is a big mistake for Rob to antagonize Tim like that. Tim will make him pay.”

Waters: “I don’t think Rob is antagonizing him, though. These are the kinds of things Wright does and Tim left himself a little open for that. I don’t think either of them are hurt or winded yet, this was just the start.”

Masters: “You got that right.”

Tim is back on the ring apron but is acting hesitant to step into the ring. He finally gets in, then pretends to inspect his boot strings, making ‘The Real Deal’ wait for him. Once he decides he is ready, they meet in the middle.

Jarred: “Collar and elbow tie-up...no! Rob ducks underneath and gets behind Tim, applying a waistlock. Timmons is momentarily stuck for what to do...reversal! Now Tim is behind Rob...Tim lifts Rob into the air and brings him down, a classic amateur wrestling takedown! Tim turns and mounts Rob, also in classic wrestling. Rob is on hands and knees, Tim is on top with his arms wrapped around Wright’s chest. Rob isn’t sure where to go...”

Waters: “And Tim rolls Rob over on his back! Whoa! Rob is getting a close-up and personal view with Tim’s package!” Masters: “That didn’t sound right! I’m sure that’s not what Tim was trying for!”

Waters: “Instead of going for a pin, Tim is raining double axe handles down on Rob’s head, neck and chest! Rob takes about four of those before rolling out of Tim’s reach. Rob is out on the ring apron and stands! Tim is rising to his feet...”

Rob waits for Tim to turn once again and catapults into a clothesline...but Timmons sees it coming and ducks! He hits the grounds and rolls away as Rob flies into the ropes! He hits the mat hard but Tim doesn’t hesitate a moment, moving to his now prone opponent and dropping two precise Bret Hart-style front elbow drops onto the Money in the Bank winner! Rob tries to rise but Tim is sizing him up. Rob is on his feet and Tim charges...

Jarred: “Running Elbow smash and Rob is down again! I’m impressed how Tim has taken control of this.”

Waters: “Well these guys know each other! For months, as partners in Next Generation, they trained together, wrestled together, slept together...”

Masters: “They didn’t do that last one! No way!”

Waters: “There are cots in their training facility, I’m sure they had to sleep in the same place somewhere along the way! William, what were you thinking? Oh! I get it. What a dirty mind you have!”

Masters: “Yeah, right. I’m supposed to believe you didn’t say that on purpose.”

Waters: “Of course. I’m just saying that, as much as these two know each other’s moves, this match is gonna go back and forth. We will see Rob give Tim a long, hard pounding and give Timmons some of his ‘Wright Stuff’!”

Masters: “See there you go again! And what are you laughing at, Jarred?”

Jarred, still laughing: “Nothing particular. But in the ring, Tim Timmons is stomping a mudhole in Rob.”

In the ring, Tim is stomping on his opponent, then steps back to watch Wright writhe in pain. He waits as Rob again rises and rushes in for a Clothesline from Hell...but Rob ducks and turns, hitting a drop toe hold and also dropping Tim’s throat across the top rope! Tough as nails, Tim does not fall but he’s definitely hurt, grabbing his throat as he slumps in the corner. Rob takes a moment to rest, then grabs Tim...

Jarred: “Facebuster! Rob just dropped Timmons face first onto the mat! Tim rolls over on his back...”

Waters: “And Rob hits with a huge leg drop!”

Masters: “And now he’s attempting a figure four leglock! Block it, Tim!”

For a moment Tim does just that, wriggling and grabbing Rob’s foot to try and stop him from locking in the move, but it doesn’t work and Rob cinches it in! Tim shows the pain instantly as he grits his teeth, the veins in his neck extending. Tim lays down on his back and the ref jumps in.

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NO! Tim gets his arm up, not allowing that kind of win. Slowly, using his superior strength, he begins to push himself closer to the ropes until he can stretch and grab them. But the ref does not step in.

Waters: “CZW rules, Rob can’t get disqualified for this!”

Tim soon realizes and writhes in more pain.

Jarred: “He’s been locked in for over a minute now! How much longer can he take this?”

Masters: “As long as it takes, Daniels! One thing Tim Timmons will NOT do it submit!”

Waters: “I’d agree with that. I’ve never seen Tim Timmons give up during a match. He’s too tough and too proud.”

Then we see one of the most amazing sights in CZW history. Tim continues to push himself backward even as Rob tightens his lock. First Tim’s head, then shoulders, then chest slide under the ropes until his head is literally hanging off the side of the ring apron. Yet he still pushes further...

Jarred: “What is he doing?”

Masters: “I’ve never seen...he’s sitting up on the ring apron and grabbing Rob’s legs...”

Waters: “He’s falling off the apron!”

Tim, his butt on the apron, falls back to the arena floor even as Rob, the lighter man, snaps upward and right into the ring ropes! This forces a break of the figure fours as well as causing Rob some damage. Both men lay still trying to get their bearings and both start to move at roughly the same time. Tim forces his way to his feet and limps toward the bell ringer...and takes his folding chair.

Masters: “Here we go! Tim’s real favorite move!”

Rob is beginning to rise and Tim is there. With Rob in the ring, Tim jabs him in the back with the chair, then bashes the chair into the back of Wright’s legs! Rob stumbles and crashes to the mat as Tim slides the chair into the ring and heads for the ring stairs. He is limping still but gets in without a problem and goes for the chair, but Rob is also getting up. Tim turns with chair in hand...

Waters: “Rob with a dropkick right into Tim’s jaw! Tim doesn’t fall but he dropped the chair! Rob is firing in with some lefts and rights, driving Tim into the corner. He whips Tim Timmons into the far corner and follows...”

Masters: “HA! Tim comes out of the corner with a huge clothesline! Looks like Tim’s lip is bleeding a little from the dropkick, but he’s grinning as he drags Rob to his feet. He’s going for a torture rack!”

Indeed, Tim has Rob in position and lifts him onto his shoulders. Tim is trying to lock in the move but his legs are still a little unsteady. He’s trying to gut it through though...and Rob begins to wiggle, trying to break free. With a wild kick and swing of his legs, Rob unbalances Tim.

Masters: “NO! NO, no no no NO! Rob just turned the torture rack attempt into a falling bulldog and drove Tim’s head right into the Steel chair!”

Jarred: “Rob is still a little stunned, though. He’s not capitalizing, he’s shaking off the cobwebs.”

Waters: “There he goes. Rob going for the pin...”

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KICK OUT! Tim is again smiling as Rob rolls off him. Rob is up first but its his turn to measure Tim for a move. Tim is up slowly...crouches in anticipation...and goes for a Spear! He leaps but Tim hops aside and plants a BIG BOOT into the head of the airborne Wright! Rob is down and Tim is pinning him!

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Masters: “THREE! HA HA! Tim’s won!”

Waters: “Um...don’t get ahead of yourself, William. Rob got a shoulder up on two...you were the only one who counted three.”

Rob is trying to stand, blood now dripping from his nose and Tim is across the ring...now he goes for the Spear! Rob sees him coming and JUMPS OVER THE FLYING TIM! Tim slams shoulder first into the corner post! Rob doesn’t give him a moment as he pulls Tim back in and stands him up...

BAM!

Jarred: “THE WRIGHT STUFF! Rob hit with the Right Stuff inverted neckbreaker!”

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KICK-OUT!

Jarred: “I can’t believe it! Timmons just kicked out of Rob’s move! Rob can’t believe it either...but he hits the still prone Tim with a legdrop and he’s going to the top rope!”

Masters: “Don’t let him hit it, Tim!”

Waters: “WRIGHT FLIGHT frog splash!”

BOOOOOM!!!

Masters: “MISSED! Tim rolled out of the way! And Rob looks hurt. Where is Tim going?”

To the top. Slowly, methodically, Tim climbs to the top rope. He wobbles a bit, his legs still feeling the nearly two minutes in the figure four. He finds his balance though and goes for his own Frog Splash!

BOOOOM!

Waters: “MISSED!”

Masters: “NOOOOOO!”

Rob rolls just at the last minute and Tim slams into the mat. Now they are both on the mat and not moving. The referee begins to lay in a count but only gets to three before Rob climbs to his feet. Tim is moving slowly as well but Rob yanks him up to his feet and locks in a set-up move.

Waters: “Rob wants to Seal the Deal with his Jackhammer. Can he get big man Tim up. He’s crouching to try...”

Jarred: “Low Blow from Timmons! Rob certainly felt that and lets Tim go. Timmons grabs him...”

Masters: “Locks in and lifts up...Powerbomb! YES!”

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KICK-OUT! Tim is now stunned as Rob is jumping to his feet. Using his last iota of strength, Rob hits the ropes and goes for a cross body...

...but Timmons catches him! He stands for a second and then turns Rob into Tombstone position.

DROP!

BOOOM!

Announcers: “T-Crusher!”

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Its official as the referee raises Tim’s hand in victory.

Jessica: “Your winner...Tim TIMMONS!”

Even as Tim begins to celebrate, the opening strains of ‘GODZILLA’ by Blue Oyster Cult begin to play.

On the camera, Tim wipes blood from his lips and crouches, waiting for Sawyer. The TV Champion walks out onto the platform with a microphone in his hand. Rob is recovering at ringside and begins to stumble toward the aisle.

Sawyer: “Hey, Rob, you might want to stick around for a minute or two. You’ll want to see this.”

Tim gets the microphone from Jessica Towers and smiles at Sawyer. “So what is this, big man? You want to fight me when I’m weak? Come on down, I’m ready when you are!”

Sawyer: “No Tim. I’m not like you. But I’m about to blow your mind because I’m about to make one of your predictions come true! Simply put, Tim, I am not going to defend my TV title against you at ‘There Will Be Blood.”

Timmons: “I knew it, you yellow-bellied prick! Not that he deserves it, but you’re going to screw Rob, too?”

Sawyer, grinning: “Oh, no. I didn’t say anything about him. I fully expect him to be there at the Pay-Per-View. Just not you. Because I’ve found a way to make sure you aren’t there.”

Timmons: “Don’t kid yourself, idiot! You’ll have to kill me for me to not show up.”

Sawyer: “Well, I didn’t really say it would be your choice.

“You see, Tim, I’m usually not a vindictive man. I usually give people the benefit of the doubt. But Tim, you don’t deserve that. I would use all of my fingers and a few of my toes if I counted all the things you’ve done to me. Anything I do now would be just. Vengeance, in other words. And I don’t even have to touch you.

Now, for one moment, I thought about not doing this until after Christmas, but again, Tim, you don’t deserve that. In fact, with everything that has happened, I would hate to cause more pain in the lives of your family. But you deserve this. I’m really sorry for your family.

But you see, Tim, when you kidnaped Sarah, you were committing a crime. Not only that, but unless you got a green card seven years ago and have been through the ceremony that makes you a Naturalized Citizen, you aren’t even an American. So what that means is, you crossed International lines to come to my town and assault my niece because you thought I torched your house. The fact I was in Michigan at the time of your house burning was a fact not too hard to confirm, but you CHOSE to come into our country and CHOSE to commit a crime and CHOSE to put your disgusting hands on a member of my family, a female who isn’t even adult yet.”

At that point, about a dozen men dressed in black wearing light body armor and armed with billy clubs and handcuffs walk out from behind the curtain. They begin to approach the ring.

Sawyer: “These men are from the Federal Bureau of Investigations, and they let you go ahead and wrestle tonight instead of taking you as soon as you arrived. That will be the last favor they do for you, though. In other words, Timmons...YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!”

The men begin to climb into the ring as Timmons is turning red with rage.

Sawyer: “You have the right to remain SILENT!”

The men encircle Timmons as he snarls.

Sawyer: “You have the right to an ATTORNEY!”

With a resigned nod, Timmons turns and puts his hands behind his back.

Sawyer: “You DON’T have the right for a day off so you can come and wrestle for this title belt. Goodbye, Tim.”

Sawyer waits up at the top of the ramp while the men handcuff Tim, help him from the ring, and lead him towards the back. By this time Rob has found his way near Sawyer. As the agents lead Tim past them, Sawyer adds:

“I doubt you’ll have Pay-Per-View access where you are going, Tim, but I’m sure the TV title match at ‘There Will Be Blood’ will be unforgettable!”

Tim spits vulgarities at Sawyer while Godzilla and Rob ‘High-five’ and follow the men backstage.

Masters: “Sawyer is just a coward! How could he do this before Christmas?”

Waters: “Tim did commit a crime. How do we know the FBI weren’t already after him?”

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-=- THE PHOENIX RETURNS! -=-
"The Phoenix" Mike King vs. "Rated E For Everyone" Eddie Rowan

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DANIELS: What a show we have had thus far and we are just half way through We saw Tim Timmons take on Rob Wright, in an epic battle. Those two have been here since day one and they put on one hell of a show. Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, I am of course joined by fellow commentator, William Masters and now, our newest commentator, Shawn Waters.

MASTERS: I like Tim’s dark side. He is a CZW original. .

WATERS: I’ve been in the ring with Timmons and I know we like to joke on him at times but don’t get it twisted, Tim Timmons is CZW original, has been here for two years and he is one tough, agile, son of a bitch. .

DANIELS: For once, I agree with you, Timmons is on a mission and deservedly so. .

MASTERS: For once? Jarred, you should ALWAYS agree with me, because, quite frankly, I’m ALWAYS right. .

WATERS: Is this what I have to look forward to every weeks? …Lovers quarrels? .

DANIELS: I wasn’t aware, “Always” now means “Never”, William and very funny, Mr. Waters. Anyway, it’s about time for another entertaining, high flying bout so let’s go to Jessica Towers, in the ring. .

MASTERS: There’s no love between us, Waters….don’t bloody get it twisted. .

TOWERS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS NEXT MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL…….

GONNA FLYYYYYYY….. TAKIN' MY TIIIIIIME, STRIP DOWN TO NOTHIIIIIIIING. .

GONNA TRYYYYYY….. BUT THERE'S NO REST FOR THE WICKEEEEEEEEED. .

"No Rest For The Wicked" by Godsmack blares over the Kansas Coliseum, as Mike King makes his way out from the back to a pretty good pop from the crowd. .

DANIELS: Well here comes the charismatic, impressive, blue collar, Mike King and what a challenge he has been put in front of him, tonight. He will take on Rated E, Eddie Rowan. .

WATERS: As you all know, I am a Rowan fanatic, through and through, I’ve always been impressed with his skills, in the ring and on the mic BUT I feel the same way about Mike King…this is a toss up, and I think the quicker man, will win this contest. .

MASTERS: Yes, well, you say he’s an underdog but I say, Mike King has been here just as long as Eddie Rowan, both these men are damn impressive, so in my opinion, this could go either way. .

Mike King gets into the ring as his theme song continues to play on, Mike climbs the turnbuckle and praises the crowd. After a few moments, his theme fades out…...

IF I CAN LIFT THIS HEAD MELTING HAND, .

IF I CAN DEATH REMANS THE SAME. .

IF I CAN LIFT THIS HEAD MELTING HAND, .

IF YOU CRY, IF YOU CRY, DEATH REMAINS THE SAME. .

GI GI GO GI GA GA GI GA GO.

"Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa plays throughout the arena and the fans go ballistic with cheers, as Eddie makes his way out from the back, with a purpose, signaling to the loving crowd, slapping hands as he makes his way down the aisle. Eddie slides into the ring, jumps up on the turnbuckle and praises the cheering crowd. .

WATERS: This man right here is one of the most popular superstars in the company, not only with the fans but in the back locker room as well. .

MASTERS: I don’t see it, he’s bloody annoying to me. .

WATERS: Well I’m sure the feeling is mutual, Masters. He’s so popular because he a genuine person, he helps out with the younger talent and he’s just a great guy. .

DANIELS: Not to mention, one of the most talented, successful superstars we’ve ever had. He is the longest reigning champion in the history of CZW. .

MASTERS: Okay…..stop it….I’m gonna get bloody diabetes with all this sugar coating. .

Both men are in the ring now, standing across from one another as Jessica Towers begins the introductions. .

TOWERS: INTRODUCING FIRST……HAILING FROM BUCKEYE, ARIZONA…..WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED TEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FEET, ELEVEN INCHES TALL……HE IS…….MIIIIIIIIIKE….KIIIIIIIIING!!!!! .

Mike gets a good reception from the crowd as he acknowledges them back. .

TOWERS: AND…HIS OPPONENT…..HAILING FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON…..WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED, FIVE POUNDS…..ALSO STANDING AT FIVE FEET, ELEVEN INCHES TALL…..HE IS…..RATED E FOR EVERYONE….EDDIIIIIIIIIE ROOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAN!!!! .

Eddie gets a huge pop from the crowd as they begin chanting his name. After a quick acknowledgement to the crowd, Mike extends his hand out and the two men shake in mutual respect. .

DANIELS: Okay well, it looks like this match is set to start. .

DING! DING! DING! .

DANIELS: There’s the bell and here we go. Eddie and Mike circle around one another, sizing each other up. They lock up now, Mike whips Eddie into the ropes, here comes Mike off the rebound….Eddie leaps right over Mike. Mike goes running into the opposing ropes, here he comes BACK off the rebound again….Eddie rolls backwards, trying to launch King with his feet but King stops in his tracks and nails Eddie with a classic elbow drop to the face. King goes for a quick cover but doesn’t even get a one count. .

WATERS: Oh, King, it’s WAY too early for that, you should know by now, especially being Eddie Rowan, a veteran of this sport. .

MASTERS: I don’t blame him, get this over as quick as possible, the more this match progresses, the more, I believe, it favors, Eddie Rowan. .

DANIELS: Yeah, I, once again, have to agree with Masters on this one. Mike is one hell of a performer but, in my opinion, Eddie Rowan is just one step ahead. King is back on his feet now, awaiting Eddie to get up. Eddie makes it back to his feet….he turns around…WATCH OUT!..... .

THUD! .

WATERS: …OH MY…..METALLICA KNEE KICK…..

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!! .

DANIELS: Perhaps we spoke too soon. Mike King just LEVELED Eddie with that signature Metallica Knee Kick and King cover….

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DANIELS: KICK OUT! Wow, King has taken control of this match, early on. Like I said, maybe we spoke too soon, or maybe he heard us talking. .

WATERS: Never under-estimate Mike King, he has excellent in-ring ability and presence of mind. .

MASTERS: That’s not what you said just five minutes ago…LIAR! .

WATERS: Yeah well…..keep your mouth shut. .

DANIELS: Eddie looks a but stunned but not phased. Mike gets back to his feet as he grabs Eddie by his hair, and stands him up. Mike grabs Eddie then, aggressively pulls him forward for a lariat….Eddie ducks said attempt then nails King with a neck breaker. .

WATERS: That was a veteran move by Eddie Rowan…very impressive. .

DANIELS: Indeed, Waters, …Eddie picks King back up then runs back, bouncing off the opposing ropes. Here comes Eddie now, running at King, King stands up and gets nailed with a flying lariat. .

WATERS: He should really go for a pin right now. He didn’t, last time he had King down like this. .

DANIELS: …and Eddie goes for the cover! .

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DANIELS: No…King kicked out with authority and this match will continue. .

WATERS: See, Eddie listened to me, great minds think alike and I have the greatest mind of them all. .

MASTERS: Says you, I’m starting to think King may have this won. .

DANIELS: Maybe so, but at the moment, Eddie Rowan is controlling this match. Eddie picks King up now and begins punishing him with severe punches to the head. .

WATERS: Wow…Eddie looks pissed. That’s got to hurt. .

DANIELS: Eddie grabs the arm of King and then whips him, hard into the opposing ropes. Here comes King off the rebound……Eddie throws a lariat, King ducks said attempt…..King grabs a hold of Eddie….HE’S GOING FOR THE KING KRASH!!... .

MASTERS: BAH GOD, THIS COULD BE OVER!! .

WATERS: COME ON….EDDIE! .

DANIELS: WAIT….EDDIE COUNTERS AND NOW HAS KING ON HIS SHOULDERS……THIS COULD BE…...

THUD!! .

DANIELS: …THE E…V….D!!! …. KING IS DOWN AS ROWAN IS WALKING OVER TO THE CORNER OF THE RING. Eddie climbs up top the turnbuckles and jumps…..

CRASH!!! .

WATERS: Now THAT was a magnificent ST. EDWARDS FALL! .

MASTERS: I have to agree. .

DANIELS: ST. EDWARDS FALL…AND EDDIE COVERS!

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TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….EDDIE ROWAAAAAN!!!!

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-=- 3-ON-2 HANDICAPPED TAG MATCH! -=-
Brothers of Misery & EOI vs. Total Mayhem

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Daniels: It’s time now for the next chapter in the violent feud between the Brothers of Misery and Total Mayhem, this time we get a sneak peek at what’s to come at the next Pay Per View in this sure to be hellacious two on three handicap match.

Waters: And you have to wonder how Jacob and Ezra are, we haven’t seen or heard from them since they were chained and bloodied while their consort Cyrus was decimated in front of them in one of the sickest things ever witnessed here in CZW.

Masters: This feud has definitely been bloody to say the least, and we’ve heard that Cyrus’ throat was completely crushed, and he is still in hospital receiving extensive treatment. I have to say, it was great. I mean Brothers of Misery have came out on their own here taking on Total Mayhem and proving that THEY are the brothers to fear in this company

Daniels: Don’t forget though, Total Mayhem have had their share of the action, all with the help of this mysterious third man that has been working beside them

Waters: And, this close to the Pay Per View we have to wonder if that man will be revealed tonight

"Spieluhr" by Rammstein plays over the speakers and to the boos of the fans Dispayre, Distress and EOI step out onto the stage

Daniels: What the hell? What has EOI done to himself?

Masters: If you’d been keeping up Jarred you’d know that he’s taped his hands up and stuck shards of glass in them, mind you I didn’t expect him to actually come out to the ring with them on, there’s already blood dripping on the stage

Waters: Yes, truly gross, but it shows what lengths these men will go to in order to inflict punishment upon their opponents

The Brothers of Misery step between the ropes and EOI, flanked my Dispayre and Distress, checks his hands, grinning in satisfaction as the blood drips now to the canvas and ‘’Born in a Burial Gown’’ by Cradle of filth blasts over the speakers

Waters: Well here it is, the last time these guys will meet before ‘’There will be Blood’’ our ‘’Celebration of Violence’’ marking the two year anniversary of CZW opening its doors for the first time

Daniels: It’s sure to be an amazing Pay Per View, make sure you all tune in

Masters: Will you two stop blabbing and watch as we see the demise of one of CZWs lowliest teams

Daniels: I remember not too long ago you were advocating Total Mayhem

Masters: Maybe so, but the cheers that seem to be coming from these fans tell me maybe I was wrong. If there’s one thing I learned from my two years here it’s that if these fans boo them, they aren’t much good

Waters: That’s an extreme overstatement, but anyway, back to tonight, and we see that Jakob and Ezra are nearly at ringside, my, If looks could kill…

Jakob and Ezra, devoid of course of Cyrus, stand on the outside, glaring up at the three man in the ring.

Daniels: Here we go!

As one the Mayhem brothers slide into the ring, each man throwing both arms wide and going neatly for chop blocks on the three men standing side my side in the ring, taking them to the mat

Waters: That was a smart move, with all three members of BoM down it gives the Mayhem brothers a chance to get on top, if they work quickly enough they could pull this out here

The two men jump to their feet and both kick EOI in the kidneys from either side before turning their attentions Dispayre and Distress, who they pick up, Jakob with Dispayre and Ezra with the larger Distress. Jakob quickly lifts Dispayre by the throat and walks over to the ropes…

Daniels: Double handed choke to the outside, what a way to start, and excellent strategy

Ezra whips Distress to the turnbuckle and grabs Jakobs hand, irish whipping his brother with power and speed towards Distress

Waters: Landed, and Distress goes down to the mat, I can’t believe how strong the Total Mayhem have come into this

Daniels: Well they have a lot of hate in their soul for those three men in the ring. Jakob starts raining blows down onto Distress’ head

Shot after shot connect with the power man of BoM. Ezra though is suddenly caught by a blow to the back of the head from EOI

Masters: And those glass covered hands coming into play, brilliant

Daniels: Ezra is reeling from that shot, and Jakob turns into an oncoming swing from EOI

Waters: But he ducks, and swings a big right, connecting with the momentarily off guard EOI, another shot, and another, gut kick… sets up for the powerbomb…

Daniels: NO!, That was a mistake turning his back from Distress, even if he was down, Distress flew in there and tackled the back of Jakobs knees, EOI landing on Jakob and raining those brutal glass punches into Jakobs face

Ezra, sees this and runs over, literally booting the smaller EOI off of his brother, EOI returns to their feet and both him and Distress approach Ezra, and evil glint in their eyes

Masters: This should be good…

Ezra swings at Distress but gets caught by a spear from EOI. EOI and Distress start laying boots into the downed Ezra. Distress hears a roar behind him and turns, Jakobs boot smashing right into his face with force. He goes down. The fans start cheering as Jakob swings EOI around and hits another gut kick

Waters: There’s no mistaking it this time…. POWERBOMB!

Masters: LOOK AT DISPAYRE!

Dispayre, back to his feet, has climbed to the apron behind Jakobs back, and showing his athleticism jumps to the top rope and bounces off in a missile dropkick, sending the unsuspecting Jakob careering to the ropes, he bounces off and staggers back as Despayre jumps up

Daniels: Reverse DDT, what a move, and what a way for Despayre to get back into it, the man most at a disadvantage height and weight wise

Masters: But not ability wise as we just seen, and he makes the cover

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Jakob gets back to his feet just as Ezra raises both men look down at Despayre, who looks back without a hint of fear, the crowds cheers raise as it look to be Totlal Mayhem are about to get some measure of revenge. They both smile twistedly as Jakob moves behind Despayre. Despayre tries to keep an eye on both men, but as he turns towards Jakob Ezra clubs him soundly on the back, he spins Despayre round and lifts him into a vertical suplex, but rather than land it he brings despayre forward to land on Jakobs shoulders in an electric chair position

Masters: No

Daniels: This doesn’t look good for Despayre, Ezra going to the top turnbuckle, I think we’re about to see the Rocket Launcher

Masters: NO

Waters: It seems so, Jakob turns to face the turnbuckle, Despayre trying desperately to wriggle free but without success… Ezra’s ready to fly…..

Masters: BEAUTIFUL!

Waters: Wow, I have to say I’m impressed, I never knew he could move so fast.

We go into split screen and see Ezra up top about to make the leap when from nowhere Distress, all seven foot three hundred and twenty three pounds of him comes flying up the turnbuckle and belly to belly suplex’s Ezra from the top, keeping the lock in and landing with a mighty impact on top of him. In the confusion Despayre jumps backwards from Jakobs shoulders and applies a facelock, bringing him down with the momentum into a backbreaker

Waters: This match just turned around in an instant, and now both Despayre and Distress with a cover

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Distress picks up Ezra and takes him into a headlock, Ezra starts hitting rights and lefts into his opponents ribs though, every shot garnering a cheer from the crowd. He makes it to his feet, breaks the hold and ties up with the huge Distress…

Daniels: But it comes to nothing as EOI, still with those glass covered fists lays a shot into Ezras gut. You have to think though, every hit he makes with those things has to be cutting himself

Waters: I think he likes it to be honest Daniels, scary thought… scary man

Despayre has now applied a texas cloverleaf to Jakob, Jakob in pain on the mat. The referee approaches him asking if he wants to give it up, Ezra in his pained state, sees this out of the corner of his eye and runs towards them

Waters: Ezra is shut down in his tracks though, as Distress catches his tights and pulls him back into a clothesline to the back of his head

Jakob tries to reach towards the ropes, but is coming up short, he shuffles sideways while shaking his head at the referee, though the pain is apparent on his face

Daniels: EOI now with a running leg drop on Ezra and a cover

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Masters: That doesn’t stop Distress though, and I think he’s calling for the Distress Call

Waters: And if he hits it it could mean the end of this match

On the other side of the ring Jakob is nearing the ropes, he throws an arm out to grab it but Despayre applies all his reserves into wrenching the hold, Jakob brining his arms away from the ropes in an involuntary gesture towards the pain in his legs

Daniels: Distress has Ezra on his shoulders. Can he do it….

Waters: These fans have just went nuts, Jakob grabs the ropes, the hold is brokes…

Maters: DISTRESS CALL!!!!! What an impact, that shook the whole arena, EOI is waiting with the cover as Distress picks himself back up

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Waters: That’s it, it’s over, Total Mayhem have fallen to the combined force of EOI Distress and Despayre

Daniels: They put up a hell of a fight though considering the odds

Masters: It was a great victory, I think Jakobs jaw might be broken from that last kick, and Ezra is out of it

Daniels: Oh come on, save it for next week

Masters: Shut up, let them work…

To overwhelming boos from the fans Distress picks Ezra back up as EOI and Despayre do the same with Jakob. EOI seperates himself and runs over to Ezra… Slamming his glass shard strewn fist into Mayhem brothers face, he tghen turns and runs towards Jakob, repeating the same maneavre

Daniels: The boos continue as the blood starts flowing from Total Mayhems heads

Masters: To be honest I’m surprised this match lasted so long without it

EOI then goes to the outside and reaches under the ring, he comes back with…

Masters: It’s the chain and padlock from the last overdrive…. I think we’re about to see a repeat performance, this is great.

EOI rolls back into the ring and approaches Ezra…

Masters: Wait…. Who turned off the lights?

Daniels: This arena has just been plunged into darkness, maybe it’s a technical fault

Waters: Daniels, in your whole two years here… has it EVER been a technical fault?

Daniels: True point, and I don’t think the crowd think it is either, they are working themselves up… I think we might be about to find out who that third man is who’s been helping out Total Mayhem these past weeks…

A lot of noise is heard from the ring and lighters and camera flashes flicker in the arena, not enough to give any indication what is going on though

Daniels: You sure it not a technical fau….

BOOM!

Lightning strikes the four corners of the turnbuckles, the fans roar with approval as the lights come back up to find EOI Distress and Despayre all chained up on the same side of the ropes with their own chain. The cheers are also for Total Mayhem, Jakob and Ezra, back on their feet, staring on at the now helpless BoM. Mostly the cheers are for the finally revealed third man, standing between Jakob and Ezra, glaring at the chained men

Masters: no….NO, no way in hell!

Daniels: It looks like it, I can’t believe it that’s… that’s…

Waters: MORTIUS! MORTIUS IS THE THIRD MAN!

Mortius looks to either side of him, his eyes and face contorted into a look of pure evil, all three men raise their fists…

Daniels: BARBED WIRE, they’ve wrapped their hands in barbed wire! The Brothers of Misery are in for a world of hurt

To extended cheers Total Mayhem and Mortius run towards the helpless BoM and start raining in punches on their heads, after a few seconds the blood starts to pour from their bodies to the mat, but still the onslaught doesn’t stop

Daniels: This is a massacre, and I still can’t believe that Mortius is involved in this, and on Total Mayhems SIDE

Waters: Mortius has been bitter enemies with those two right since the beginning of this year, unbelievable.

Finally after what seems like an age the three men break off the assault, leaving the bloody and semi conscious bodies of EOI Distress and Dispayre hanging from the ropes. Jakob, Ezra and Mortius, looking on with grim satisfaction, finally leave the ring and head up towards the ramp. At the top Mortius turns, and, as seen before, his voice amplifies through the speakers without the aid of a microphone

Mortius: DISTRESS!.... DESPAYRE!... EOI!.... We shall meet at the Pay Per View, aptly titled There Will Be Blood, for believe me… There will. When we meet we will meet on MY terms, and they are this… Total Mayhem and Myself versus the Brothers of Misery… in a… BARBED WIRE MATCH!

Daniels: Wow, what a statement by Mortius, and I don’t even know if the Brothers of Misery were copis mentis enough to even hear that. Obe thing’s for sure though, Come There Will be Blood, this feud is going to come to a possibly tragic end

Waters: Men coming down now to unlock BoM, and up next tonight we have I.C champion Maynard O’Toole along with Buck Evans taking on the up and comers Ryan Shane and Andrew Clash… that’s after this

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-=- OLD SCHOOL vs. NEW SCHOOL TAG TEAM MATCH! -=-
Maynard O'Toole & Buck Evans vs Ryan Shane & Andrew Clash

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Daniels: You’re back here live with me, Jarred Daniels and Shawn Waters... and i suppose i better mention that other guy, Massa or something

Masters: Blow it out your ass Daniels

Waters: Too easy, I’m saying nothing. But anyway, it's time now for the Old School versus new school tag match, pitting Buck Evans and Maynard O'Toole against Ryan Shane and Andrew Clash

Daniels: Indeed, and we all know that Buck Evans made a beeline for Shane last week, maybe it’s time for a little payback on Shanes part, but of course the bigger story is newcomer Andrew Clash, who upon entering CZW has made no bones that he wants the IC champ Maynard O'Toole. Well tonight he gets his wish as for the first time they are in a sanctioned match together.

Masters: I think that Clash is doing a terrific job of making an impact here in CZW, he knows what he wants and he goes for it. And from what we've seen of the kid, O'Toole better watch out

Boos erupt throughout the crowd as Battle On by War of Ages breaks out over the speakers. Ryan Shane and Andrew Clash both make their way from the back, getting on stage and taking a look around at the amassed audience, gesturing that the don't give a crap about their negative reaction. They walk down the ramp and enter between the ropes. They start whispering to one another

Daniels: Looks like those two might have a game plan already worked out

Waters: That would be the smart thing to do, but yes, these two upstarts... excuse the pun... have their work cut out for them, they definitely need their head in the game of they want to pull out a win here

The boos suddenly erupt into cheers as 100% Cowboy starts to play. Buck Evans steps out onto the ramp and raises a hand towards the fans before looking towards his opponents in the ring, he starts stalking down the ramp without taking his eyes off of them and just at the apron he takes off his cowboy hat and throws it to the crowd

Daniels: I think Buck Evans wants to teach the newcomers Shane how things go around here, and tonight he gets a chance to do just that. And this crowd is loving every second of Bucks appearance here tonight

Masters: That's because they're all idiots. Buck stepping over the ropes now and making his way to the corner....

Waters: Oh, and here we go.....

The lights in the arena dim to blood red and Slayers bloodlines begins to play.... as the drum beat kicks in the man himself, the CZW IC Champion, Maynard O'Toole steps from the back looking fired up, but instead of his usual sledge hammer he has a microphone

Daniels: I wonder what he's going to say

Masters: Who cares, I’m gonna grab a nap, wake me when he's done

Maynard: Cut my music

The music stops and the angry looking Maynard O'Toole looks down at Clash, out of respect the fans stop cheering and fall silent to hear what the OGT has to say

Maynard: You know what Clash, you come in here, out of nowhere, talking gibberish about some guy i don't know from some place i don't know... and that's fine, i can forgive that, hell, I’d even pat your head and give you a nickel like i do all the other special kids.

The crowd laugh and Clash in the ring looks annoyed, staring up at O'Toole and gesturing him to come to the ring. Maynard makes no move though and brings the mic back to his mouth

Maynard: But then you start interfering with my matches, thinking you're something special, thinking you deserve more than everyone that's worked their ASS off to get to where they are

A cheer breaks out among the fans, which O'Toole talks over

Maynard: You think you got what it takes... FINE, at There Will be Blood, me and you, one on one

The cheers raise as Clash smiles in the ring, gesturing the title around his waist

Maynard: What? You think I’m going to let you get a shot at my gold? aint you been listening son? YOU...DON'T... DESERVE... IT!

The angered Clash finally steps through the ropes and starts to walk up the ramp

Maynard: Yeah, come on, show me what you got, and I’ll tell you what, if by some miracle you beat me at the Pay Per View.... I'll give you your shot. Come There Will be Blood though, I’ll PROVE that you are above your league and out of your depth

Maynard throws the mic down as Clash finally reaches him, O'Toole sidesteps a spear and starts to boot into the now downed Clash, the fans roaring their approval

Daniels: Well looks like those two aren't waiting for any bell, or indeed any ring, to get things going here

Clash rolls out of the way and gets back to his feet, he runs and tackles Maynard down, locking a headlock and pounding away with his free fist. O'Toole punches wide smacks Clash in the ear before breaking the hold and getting back to his feet he punches Clash once, twice, three times, every hit garnering a huge cheer from the fans, he then hits a european uppercut sending Clash to the ground, he hits an elbow drop and goes for another, but Clash evades once more and gets to his feet, he punches out at O'Toole, but the IC champ ducks the swing and lands a punch of his own, he grabs Clash by the hair and throws him toward the stage piece. Clash smashes into it and sinks to the floor

Waters: The OGT looks incredibly fired up here, and that impact was astounding, O'Toole wasting no time picking his opponent back up though and irish whips him towards the stage again

Masters: BUT CLASH REVERSES! Finally, Maynard goes flying towards the stage... DAMMIT, he put the brakes on

Daniels: O'Toole a bit too long in the tooth to not know when to stop running, ha. He turns and... What a clothesline taking Clash to the steel of that stage.

O'Toole picks Clash up once more and lifts him into a military press. The fans going nuts for the Cold and Ugly

Daniels: But Clash wriggles out and lands behind Maynard, pushing him, nothing fancy about that, but Maynard falling behind the curtain to the back... Clash is following... OH, Maynard just in view there hitting a straight punch and landing it... and he’s pulled Clash through the curtain.... i think... i think this might be over for those two

Waters: I have to admit, the way those two were going at it i don't think it was for the benefit of the match at hand, and I think this just turned into a one on one. We.... WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!

Every person, fan and commentators alike had been focusing on the battle being waged at the top of the stage... even Buck Evans had been enthralled by the goings on. Buck, finally seeing that he's on his own, turns...

Daniels: STRAIGHT INTO A DOUBLE CHAIR SHOT! Who is that?

In the ring with Ryan Shane is another man, slightly smaller than Shane but with a matched tenacity. Both men look enraged as they start to beat down Buck with chair shot after chair shot. The fans, who had been cheering on their IC champ, now turn to boo at the vicious beating Buck Evans is taking in the ring. Shane then instructs his cohort to pick Buck up as he lays his chair on the canvas. The new man does so and assists Shane getting the huge Buck into the small package position on the smaller Shane...

Waters: D...E...A...D, what a move, and right on top of that chair... as if we hadn't seen enough blood in the last match, it looks like more is flowing now, Buck's busted wide open.

Buck Evans lays out cold on the mat, the blood pouring from his head

Daniels: And now this strange guy is directing Shane to pick Buck back up, things are not looking good for Mr. Evans, and he’s dead weight in his arms, it taking alot of effort... the new man knees and lets Shane flop Buck over his shoulder... he stand now in front of his own chair and with and amazing show of strength brings Evans over his shoulder into... OH A DRIVER IN THE CHAIR... LIGHT OUT!

Masters: This is brilliant, this is the best entertainment all night

Shane looks over at the referee and tells him to start the match, the referee shakes his head and Shane picks up a chair and tells him again

DING DING

Daniels: I can't believe he's starting this match

Waters: Well look at it this way, he doesn't get paid to argue with steel chairs, and inevitably Shane goes for a cover

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Masters: It's over, in what has to be the shortest match of the idiot Buck's entire career

Daniels: Not really fair considering he was unconscious when the bell rang, the blood isn't stopping though, and the impacts of those two high impact moves have taken their toll. Wait, it looks like the new guy is grabbing a mic

He goes to the ropes and has a mic passed up which he hands to Shane

Shane (looking down at Buck): So you wanted to show the new guy how a legend takes care of business huh? Ha

The boos flow thick and fast and rubbish starts to be thrown into the ring

Shane: Shut up, you boo me and cheer for this joke? He was taken out in SECONDS by me... and of course my new partner Knox Harper... Knox

He passes the mic over to Harper

Harper: That's right, we are the new breed here in CZW, the next generation, faster, stronger and more willing to go the distance than anything CZW currently offers. See me and Shane were thinking that apart we'd be dominant, but together, we are UNSTOPPABLE

Waters: They certainly made an impact, and medics are now rushing down to check on the still bleeding and unconscious Evans

Harper: So we have a challenge to make... At There Will be Blood there is a match we are both interested in, one between Beautiful Agonies Monrowan and El Feugo. See no matter who comes out on top of that match they aren't going to get a chance to catch their breath, because a new force is here, and we're here for gold

With that Knox Harper slams the mic down sending feedback buzzing through the speakers. Buck Evans is being tied to a stretcher as the two men prepare to leave. Just as they reach the apron Knox lands a hand on Shanes shoulder and whispers something to him. A grin spreads over Shanes face and he nods

Daniels: No, Enough is enough, come on

Knox and Ryan slide on to the ring and Shane goes for the chairs still on the canvas while Harper scares away the paramedics who have tied Evans to the board and were trying to move it to the gurney. The boos are the loudest of the night as the medics scream at them not to, but Shane passes a chair to Harper and both men nod before lifting them high overhead

Waters: Well they're here to make an impact, and it looks like Knox Harper and Ryan Shane are letting the tag division know they've arrived, and they're doing it with devastating effect

Both men crash the chairs down on Bucks unresisting body, again and again

Masters: You can't hear yourself think in here with all that booing, these fans should be happy, theirs finally a team on the scene that are willing to satisfy their bloodlust and look to have the skills to be proud owners of tag gold

Waters: Quite an assumption there Masters, but they certainly are making a statement

A few more hard shots later and the men, seemingly satisfied, throws the chairs down onto Evans body and roll to the outside as ''Battle On'' starts to play once more. Both men raise their hands and look on arrogantly and without a hint of remorse as the paramedics finally get Buck onto the gurney, the blood flowing faster and thicker than before

Daniels: And as those two make their way to the back we can only reflect on what was supposed to be a classic new versus old tag match, which turned into a brawl between the IC champion after he challenged Andrew Clash to a straight up match at There Will be Blood, and if Clash wins that...

Masters: WHEN Clash wins that

Daniels: ... If you say so, then he gets a shot at O'Tooles coveted IC title. But then of course those two brawled it out to the back and left the unsuspecting Buck Evans to be destroyed by Ryan Shane and newcomer Knox Harper, who then went on to say that they are now team mates and that the tag team division had better watch out

Waters: But this all come at a heavy cost for Buck Evans, and we will of course keep you updated on his condition.

Masters: If you ask me it started off slow with O'Toole blabbing nonsense, then built up to an amazing climax with the introduction of a new star, a new team and the farewell of an old dud. Bye Bucky, we'll miss ya

Daniels: He's not DEAD Masters, but i have to admit, it was a savage beating he took at the hands of Knox and Harper. Big things are happening, and you'll have to tune into The Will be Blood, a Celebration of Violence, to see what happens next.

Waters: But up next we have our evenings main event, a huge six man tag team brawl between Matt Covey and El Fuego as they take on Frank Finch in his wrestling debut, World Heavyweight Champion Alan Fiscus and a mystery partner, who will that be

Masters: Whoever it is they'll be brilliant

Waters: I’m sure, but either way, we find out... next!

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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
El Fuego & Matt Covey vs Alan Fiscus, Frank Finch & A Mystery Partner

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Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following six-man tag contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”

“Los Angeles is Burning” plays, and Krimzon Blaze and El Pablo jump out onto the entrance ramp. The fans cheer them loudly as the pander a few moments and then jog down to ringside, tagging outstretched hands as they go.

Towers: “Introducing first, the team of ‘the Five Star Superstar,’ EL PABLO, and one-half of the CZW World Tag-Team Champions, ‘the Aerial Specialist, KRIMZON BLAZE; EL…FUEGO!!” Blaze and Pablo simultaneously leap onto the ring apron, grab the top rope, and slingshot themselves into the ring, landing in a tumble and rolling out into a tandem photo-op pose, much to the delight of the crowd. They each ascend opposite turnbuckles and pose a bit more before the music finally dies down. All is quiet for a long moment until an eerie ambience plays and a voice begins counting upwards in German.

“EINS…

ZWEI…

DREI…

VIER…

FUNF…

SECHS…

SIEBEN…

ACHT…

NEUN…

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ELF.

The crowd gives a mostly positive reaction for Matt Covey as pyros flare on-stage and he walks onto the ramp, a lit cigarette in his mouth. Taking in the crowd, he takes a final drag before dropping the butt to the ground and grinding it out, then heading to the ring, oblivious to the fans along the way.

Towers: “Their partner, from ‘wherever he damn well pleases,’ ‘Bad Ass,’ MATT…COVEY!!”

Covey walks up and enters the ring, casually glancing out to the crowd and then nodding to his partners. He then turns staring daggers up the entranceway, clenching and unclenching his fists as he begins bristling with anticipation of their opponents.

Again the music dies down and a hush falls over the crowd. Just when the delay seems to be almost excessive…

*BAAAAAAANG!*

A pyro erupts with the sound of a gun-shot and a fair amount of the crowd cheers loudly for the home-town champion as “Streetcleaner” blares out through the PA. Aland Fiscus and Frank Finch make their way out onto the ramp, both grinning broadly. Alan removes the belt from around his waist and holds it aloft with both hands, allowing the crowd to take in the sight before he and Frank finally begin approaching the ring.

Towers: “And their opponents…introducing first, from San Diego, California, ‘Flawless’ FRANK FINCH! His tag-team partner, from WICHITA KANSAS…he is the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….’the Sadistic Solution,’ ALAN…FISCUS!!”

Fiscus and Finch enter the ring, grinning down at their opponents, with Fiscus motioning up to the skybox wherein his family watches from a VIP section. EP and Blaze continue to warm up while Covey just glares down at the newly arrived opposition. Finally, the music dies down and Covey can be heard yelling at Alan, asking who ‘he’ is. Fiscus’ smile widens though his eyes reflect no joy. He stares at Covey, seemingly intent on watching the look on his face as the mystery partner finally reveals himself. The lights darken and flashing lights blink out all through the arena. A strange, dark, heavy musical track plays with soudbytes of police radio communications as well as news reports of violent and grisly crimes…

Daniels: “Well, we’re finally going to find out who this ‘mystery partner’ is going to be. Guys, I can’t see anything!”

Masters: “It’s too bloody dark, it even dims out the hot pink of Pablo’s tails!”

Waters: “I…I think I see someone!”

Suddenly, the lights fade in, and a figure has appeared beside Matt Covey. A menacing stare with just a hint of a sadistic smile meets him as Covey turns his head. Their eyes lock as the crowd explodes.

Daniels: “IT’S THE JACKAL!! KARL JACKSON IS THE MYSTERY PARTNER!! And he’s got a steel chair!!”

And just like that, all hell breaks loose.

Waters: “He’s not wasting any time, either! Jackson nails Covey with the chair!! Fiscus and Finch spring onto El Fuego!”

Masters: “Fiscus and Finch? That sounds almost like a law firm!”

*DING-DING-DING!*

Daniels: “Well there’s nothing legal about what’s going on in that ring now! Finch has Pablo in the corner, driving into his midsection with a series of violent shoulder thrusts and Fiscus is choking Blaze, holding his neck down over the top rope!”

Waters: “Jackson is poised over Covey, taunting him and…ANOTHER shot to the back with the chair!! Jackson tosses the chair aside and instantly grabs Covey’s leg, locking in the JACKAL LOCK!! Take it from me, fellas, that is NOT a move you want to be caught in!”

Daniels: “Covey is writhing in pain, trying desperately to find a way to break that hold! Fiscus tosses KB to the outside and follows him through the middle rope. He lifts Blaze up in a fireman’s carry and tosses him off, and he drops chest-first across the guard-rail!!”

Masters: “Frank Finch moves to the apron, grabbing Pablo by those ridiculous squirrel ears of his and…good show! He drops to the floor, snapping Pablo’s neck down over the top rope! Now he drags the man to the outside, putting the boots to his flamboyant ass!”

Daniels: “That leaves Covey and Jackal as the apparent ‘legal’ men in the ring, and Covey is STILL locked in that hold! This one could be over before it really begins!”

Waters: “Covey tries to reach the ropes, but…NO! The Jackal pulls him back! OW! Covey is able to roll to the side and give Jackson a swift kick to the head! And a second one! A VIOLENT straight-kick to the chest and the hold is broken! Covey gets up, favoring the ankle but OH! BEAUTIFUL belly-to-belly suplex by the Jackal! Jackson now stomping down onto Covey as Finch and Fiscus return to their corner. Covey is tossed into the opponents’ corner and Finch gets the tag. He and the Jackal begin a series of double-stomps while Alan holds Covey in a face-lock, stalking all manner of smack as his partners stomp away!”

Masters: “This has been a perfectly, or, if I may, FLAWLESSLY executed plan by Alan and company. They’ve gotten the jump on all three opponents and now they are at a supreme advantage as this match goes on.”

Daniels: “Can’t disagree with you on that one. Finch now in control as he pulls Covey out of the corner and SNAPS him to the mat with that swinging knee-lift! Finch now picks him up…going for a suplex maybe…”

Waters: “Perfect form on this stalling vertical suplex, holding him up for about 10 seconds now and…CRASH goes Covey! Nonchalant cover by Finch!”

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Daniels: “Covey isn’t finished quite yet. Pablo and Blaze in their corner now trying to get this crowd behind Covey, but they may find the fuel for that fire a bit more sparse than they’re used to, being here in Fiscus’ home town!”

Waters: “And believe me, Blaze and Pablo are not accustomed to that. Those two feed on the energy of the crowd, and without that, they could be in a world of trouble here tonight.”

Daniels: “Finch now whips Covey to the ropes, ducks down for a back-body drop-“

*SMAAAACK!*

Daniels: “GOOD LORD! Covey caught him with a kick to the mush and then hits Finch with a lariat that turned him inside-out!!”

Waters: “Finch actually did a full back-flip there, landing on his face!”

Masters: “Both men heading for their corners now, looking for a tag-in…and they both make it!”

Daniels: “Finch tags Fiscus, Covey tags Blaze! The fans cheer loudly, likely for both men as they rush to the center of the ring! Blaze ducks a clothesline attempt and…PELE KICK!! Fiscus falls back against the ropes and KB now with a series of kicks to the leg and midsection! Blaze with the Irish whip, but Fiscus reverses! Blaze on the rebound with a baseball-slide through Alan’s legs, and as Fiscus turns around and Blaze with a roundhouse! Fiscus ducks but KB follows-through with a lightning-quick enziguri! Blaze hits the ropes-OH! Jackson with a knee to the spine! Blaze staggers forward and Alan DRIVES him to the mat with a snap-STO!”

Waters: “That’s the problem with the high-energy, high-risk offense that Blaze and Pablo are so fond of. It’s deadly and effective, but it’s hard to keep track of all of your opponents and surroundings when you’re moving that fast, and all it takes is one slip-up and you’re in trouble.”

Masters: “And now Blaze is going to get yet another lesson in respect, courtesy of the World Heavyweight Champion!”

Daniels: “Fiscus pulling Blaze up and drives an elbow to the head…now setting him up and…head-and-arm suplex! Fiscus quickly to his feet and off the ropes…leg-drop! Cover by the champ!”

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Daniels: “Blaze able to struggle out of the pin-attempt. Alan now tossing KB into the corner looks like he’s going to set him up for a superplex here. Fiscus up to the second turnbuckle, but Blaze is fighting back! Punches to the ribs and…BLAZE WITH A HEADBUTT! Wait a minute here…Krimzon Blaze now turning on the turnbuckle…3/4 facelock…oh no! SLICED BREAD!! BLAZE WITH SLICED BREAD FROM THE TOP!!”

Masters: “SHENANIGANS!!”

Waters: “Both competitors down now, Blaze attempting to make it to his corner for a tag, but Fiscus is slowly regaining his bearings. He lunges after Blaze and grabs his ankle! Fiscus pulling Blaze back now as KB makes it to his one other foot, hopping and reaching out for the tag…Blaze turns and suddenly lunges at Alan…MONKEY FLIP!! KB tumbles to the corner, TAG TO EL PABLO!!”

Daniels: “Pablo in with a springboard body-press! Fiscus is taken down! Finch is in and Pablo immediately catches him with a sit-out jawbreaker! In comes the Jackal and Pablo catches him with a spinning heel kick! Covey and Blaze back into the mix as well now, with Covey pouncing onto Fiscus, throwing lefts and rights! Blaze whips Finch into the corner and follows in, but Finch with a backdrop tosses Blaze to the outside!”

Waters: “Blaze lands on the apron! Springboard bulldog!!”

Masters: “RESTORE ORDER, REF!!”

Daniels: “Pablo whips Jackson into the corner and loot at this! FIVE STAR EXPRESS! Covey picks Alan up and drives him down hard with a backbreaker! Pablo charges in and Covey steps in, back-body dropping El Pablo, who lands on Fiscus with a 450 splash!! Good GOD!!”

Crowd: “THAT WAS AWESOME!! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!* THAT WAS AWESOME!”

Waters: “There’s a pin attempt!”

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Masters: “Fiscus is able to kick out, thankfully! Covey with a lariat that sends both he and the Jackal to the outside! Blaze tosses Finch out and then heads to the apron…ASAI MOONSAULT!! One of these days he’s going to break his neck doing something stupid like that, and I’ll just sit here laughing at him!”

Daniels: “You’re a true humanitarian. Here’s Pablo with Fiscus now, looking to put away the man who has defeated him each and every time they’ve locked up! Snap suplex from ‘the Five Star Superstar’ and now Pablo heads to the apron…ARABIAN PRESS! Pablo with a cover, hooking the leg!”

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Waters: “He can’t quite keep the champion down! Meanwhile on the outside, Covey whips the Jackal to the ring steps…reversed! Covey crashes hard into the steel! Blaze has Finch on the run, chasing him around the ring, but look out, the Jackal stalking that way! Finch runs past and Jackson lunges out of hiding with a lariat!!”

Masters: “Not that it’s extremely difficult, but Jackson just outsmarted Krimzon Blaze there!”

Daniels: “Back in the ring, El Pablo drives Fiscus down with a swinging neckbreaker! He’s heading to the top!! We could see the Pablo Splash!!”

Waters: “Pablo is up there but Finch clips his legs! Pablo gets crotched!! Finch enters the ring, going up for a possible superplex, and…COVEY! Matt Covey with a steel chair across the back of Finch!! Frank falls to the mat! Covey turns around and there’s Jackson! ‘Bad Ass’ swings the chair, but the Jackal ducks! GERMAN SUPLEX! Jackson holds on and rolls Covey over! ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX! He lifts him back up for a third…OH! Covey with a back-kick scores a low-blow!! Matt Covey now shoulders the Jackal in a fireman’s carry! BLOWING OUT YOUR BRAINS on the way!!”

Masters: “HA!! PICTURE PERFECT!! Finch just blasted Matt Covey with Picture Perfect even while Jackson was on his shoulders! Finch gets up and…NOOOO!! DAMN YOU, KRIMZON BLAZE!!”

Daniels: “Finch is up…BROKEN KODE!! BLAZE TAKES OUT FINCH!! The Jackal is back up now, though, kicking Blaze as he recovers! This could be trouble!! Jackson has Blaze up…PILEDRIVER!! Blaze bounced a foot in the air off his head!!”

Waters: “One of the most dangerous moves in the sport right there. Nothing fancy, just a devastating maneuver!! Pablo though grabs the Jackal…PABLO SLAM!! RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR!! We haven’t seen that move in a while but EP has always been resourceful!”

Masters: “But he fails to see Alan! Fiscus nails EP with the STD II!! Take THAT squirrel-face!! Fiscus has this won!!”

Daniels: “Alan is the only one standing at the moment, and he and Pablo are legal! The champion pulls El Pablo to his feet, setting him up for the Overthrow!!”

Waters: “This will be over if he hits it…FISCUS WITH THE OVERTHR-NO!! AMAZING!!”

Masters: “WHAAAAAAAT!?”

Daniels: “FISCUS THROWS PABLO WHO FLIPS AND LANDS ON HIS FEET!! SUPERKICK AS ALAN TURNS AROUND!!”

Waters: “THAT’S EP-FTW, UNINTENTIONALLY AIDED BY ALAN FISCUS HIMSELF!! PABLO WITH THE COVER!!”

Masters: “SHHHHEEEEENAAAAAAANIIIIIIGAAAAAAANNNNSS!!”

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Daniels: “PABLO HAS DONE IT! HE JUST PINNED ALAN FISCUS! IN HIS OWN HOME TOWN!!”

The fans react with a warm reception, though there are some jeers to be heard throughout the arena. The referee raises Pablo’s hand, but EP is immediately downed by Frank Finch!

Masters: “HA HA! Greetings from San Diego, you mousey wanker!!”

Daniels: “Covey blasts Finch with a big boot to the face, knocking the Flawless one to the outside! He turns his attention to Fiscus and grabs him by the hair, pulling him up! Covey grins wickedly at the crowd as he hoists him up…BLOWING OUT YOUR BRAINS!! Covey is seeing red!! Now what’s he doing!? Covey has Alan back up and slung over the top rope, he’s motioning to the crowd…wait a minute, we have a fan crawling over the barricade! Who is this woman!?”

Waters: “That’s no fan, that’s Hellena!! And she’s smoking a LIT CIGAR! Now THAT’S a woman!”

Masters: “I don’t like where this is going! Not one bit!!”

Daniels: “Covey now holding Fiscus as Hellena climbs into the ring, and…she’s brandishing that cigar like a weapon! We all remember at Reunited We Stand when Covey put a cigarette out on Fiscus’ chest! Looks like it’s time to repay the favor!! Hellena approaches with the cigar and…OH MY GOD!! SHE JUST DROVE IT INTO COVEY’S CHEST!! COVEY GETS BURNED AGAIN!!”

Masters: “AHA HA HA! I LOVE where this is going!!”

Daniels: “Covey recoils and then glares at Hellena! OW!! Covey gets BLINDSIDED by Jackson with that steel chair!! Jackson grabs him now and locks in the Jackson Crush!! Hellena adding insult to injury now by kicking Covey in the ribs while he’s immobile!! Blaze tries to intervene, but Finch drags him to the outside by his ankle…STUN GUN OVER THE BARRICADE!! Finch back into the ring and he and Alan both throw El Pablo to the outside of the ring! Jackson finally releases Covey and he and Finch hold him up! Alan drapes an arm over Hellena’s shoulders and taunt Matt…Hellena has totally betrayed him!!”

Waters: “Surprising, to say the least! Hellena has always been a little imbalanced, so I suppose this shouldn’t be a big shock, but I did not see this one coming!”

Masters: “I knew all along, of course!”

Daniels: “Of course you did. Hellena kicks Covey squarely in the groin and Alan then tosses him to down with the Overthrow!! Fiscus and company may have lost the match, but they’re definitely the ones standing tall here tonight!!”

“Streetcleaner” by Godflesh plays again and Alan, Hellena, Finch, and the Jackal all stand in the ring, holding each others’ arms high and soaking in the cheers and jeers from the crowd.