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Fireworks go off as Overdrive's theme song plays loudly over the PA. The crowd in Winnipeg is going nuts, as the camera pans around to get a full shot. There are numerous signs in the crowd, such as...

'WHERE IS ROB WRIGHT?'

'EP VS. BB? OMG!'

and

'I HOPE KIMO SAYS FISH DOG ON THIS SHOW!'

The shot cuts to Daniels, Waters and Masters sitting at the announcers table.-

Daniels: We have an action packed Overdrive tonight…

Masters: With a huge Main Event as our World Champion Alan Fiscus teams with his brother Sam Attic to take on…

-Just then Buzzsaw walks out onto the stage and storms to the ring.-

Daniels: He’s not booked here tonight!

Masters: Well Buzzsaw is in the house and has a mic and is headed to the ring.

-Buzzsaw hits the steps as ‘Dead Bodies Everywhere’ hits as Buzzsaw climbs into the ring.-

Buzzsaw: CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!!! CUT IT NOW!!!

-The music is cut.-

Daniels: Someone isn’t messing around here tonight.

Buzzsaw: I came here tonight even though I don’t have a match to get some answers! To get some answers from Jesse Montana himself! On April 5th 2010 I won the Fatal Four Way to become the number one contender for the CZW Ultraviolent Championship that was held by Brian Kirkland…

Masters: That is true.

Buzzsaw: The out of the blue I’m placed in the Bad Ass Invitational, it was a real head scratchier at the time, why would they put the number one contender in a invitational tournament when my time should have been spent focusing on the Ultraviolent Title. Then I hear that Brian Kirkland is being booked against Maynard O’ Toole for the Intercontinental Title last week and it all make sense. You see I was promised a Ultraviolent Championship match at Summer Showdown and they knew that if Brain Kirkland won at Overdrive the Intercontinental Title would also have to be defended at Summer Showdown, so why not put Buzzsaw in the Bad Ass Invitational just in case his match has to be put on the back burner.

-The crowd starts to boo.-

Daniels: Well the CZW Intercontinental Title is higher on the pecking order than the Ultraviolent Title, it’s not right but it is true.

Buzzsaw: The last week I watch as my match was ripped from me when Brian Kirkland pinned Maynard O’ Toole to become the new CZW Intercontinental Champion.

-The crowd boos again and then breaks into a ‘Kirkland Sucks!’ chant.-

Buzzsaw: My match with Kirkland was ripped away the second that bell rang, the Ultraviolent Championship vacated only after Kirkland tried to pass it off to one of his sheep, so now Brian Kirkland will move on to defend the CZW Intercontinental Title at Summer Showdown and I am left out in the cold, so tonight I came here for answers.

Daniels: That title is vacant.

Masters: Not much you can do about it now.

Buzzsaw: I was told that being in the semi finals of the Bad Ass Invitational is something I should be proud of, something to build a pond, but last week it will go down as Buzzsaw defeats Johnny Kerosene, but the truth is I had help. I went back to the locker room wonder who in the hell was the man under the hoodie and I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Ezra Mayhem was hired to watch the back of Sam Attic, so you might be wondering what the hell was he doing getting involved in my match?

Daniels: All valid questions.

Buzzsaw: Some of you out there may know where I came from while others don’t but for you people that don’t know I have a history with the Mayhem Family…a bloody and violent history! And I know damn well that if Ezra Mayhem is back he isn’t alone because where one Mayhem goes the family is never far behind. I know that there is one man pulling the strings, setting everything up with a master plan. If Ezra Mayhem was allowed to come back to the CZW then he had the blessing of his brother Jakob Mayhem. For those of you that know me, that have followed me then you know of the wars I had with Jakob in the CEW…

Daniels: He can’t talk about another company on our airwaves! Someone in the back needs to bleep this out!

Buzzsaw: We nearly killed each other over the C *bleep* W Hardcore Title and then the C *bleep* W World Hardcore Title. I beat his ass for the World Hardcore Title on the night the C *bleep* W closed it’s doors. When I left there and went to rW he followed, tried to get his revenge there and then when I signed the NWF there he was again, I couldn’t escape him. When the C*bleep*W opened again we went back to war. It became clear to me that we can’t co-exist in a company but just as I was about to get the upper hand, to finally take what was the most important thing to you, the one thing you worked your entire career for the doors closed again…

Masters: This is public knowledge and that company is closed, let them try to sue us.

Buzzsaw: I went into a deep depression I won’t lie. I needed that victory, I needed to take from you Jakob, just like you had taken from others. I wanted to show you what it was like to be left without anything and I never got my chance….until now.

-The crowd pops for that.-

Buzzsaw: You see I knew you where once here in the CZW, that you and your family had made this place your home. So when they approached me about signing here I was intrigued, you had stalked me for so long, showing up everywhere I went just to f*ck with me. Now I was given the chance to pay that back but once I got the contract you disappeared, left the company, so I came here and waited….knowing that you couldn’t stay away….knowing you couldn’t let me come into your house and succeed where you failed. So last week while others where shocked to see Ezra Mayhem return I wasn’t. I knew it was only a matter of time before the Mayhem’s returned. People have been asking when do you think Jakob will be back and I laugh, I laugh because I know you better than anyone, I know it’s not a matter of when…I know you are already here Jakob!

-The crowd gets to their feet.-

Buzzsaw: So where are you Jakob? Are you in the back? Are you in the stands? Let’s stop playing this little game. I’m right here in this ring, SHOW YOUR F*CKING FACE JAKOB!

-Born in a burial gown by Cradle of Filth blasts out into the arena as the fans lose it. The heat is hot and heavy as the now familiar bandana covered figure comes out onto the stage. Pausing only long enough to give the finger to all the fans, the masked man heads slowly to the ring. Grabbing the mic a tech was offering, he slowly stepped over the top rope and stood leaning back against the ropes as he watched Buzzsaw. –

Buzzsaw: Well well. The great Jakob decided to actually come out here and face me. No sneak attacks? No Ezra coming down here to try and distract me so that you can attack from behind? I know its you standing there Jakob, I know. You cant hide from me, you never could. So why don’t you just take off that damn rag your hiding behind and show the world I’m right? That I know you better than anyone.-

Daniels: This is getting good.

Waters: Anyone got some popcorn?

-Slowly, a hand went to the bandana’s and pulled them off, indeed Jakob Mayhem stood there with his familiar sneer. –

Jakob: Good for you Buzz old buddy. You can tell masked men apart? So what are you gonna do now? Tell the world who Batman is? Maybe let everyone know Superman wears glasses when he isn’t prancing about in his tights? Let me guess. You are going to make it seem like I am the worst thing since the devil himself. Why would that be Buzz old Buddy?

-Grinning like a hyena, he watched as Buzz started getting madder and madder. –

Buzzsaw: First of all Jake, we ain’t buddies in any sense of the word. Secondly, I am not afraid of you. If anything I should feel sorry for you. How big of a man are you that you send your family to do your dirty work and how do you feel when they cant get it done? You beat my manager half to death, you took my brother out of rehab and poured gas all over him and even had the lighter lit and ready to throw on him at ringside, you went after everything and everyone I cared about or had in my life. How does it feel to know you didn’t stop me? HOW DOES IT FEEL JAKOB?!!?

Masters: Soap opera anyone?

Waters: Shut up, I am enjoying this.

Jakob: You mean it didn’t work? Man …. All this time I thought the fact that I kept you off your game, never losing to you, always getting the better of you, well damn … I guess mind games don’t work on you after all. I mean really Buzz, let’s see, in the C ….

Daniels: Here comes the bleep again.

Jakob: *bleep* …. W … I had the hardcore title and let you have it. Then they created the World Hardcore title, a title that wasn’t exclusive to the old place, but like you said, you won that one two, never mind I was the first to ever hold that title. And then we come to the main thing that really sticks in your crack like sand, I was the world title holder. The main man, the man on top of it all. But I had to do something you could never do, I broke the glass ceiling there. No one was going to be the world champ till I did that. No brawler like you or me was going to be the man until I did it. So really Buzz, what is it that bothers you most? Always losing to me, never being world champ or knowing that when it comes down to it, I AM THE BETTER MAN!!! Is that what’s making you act like the crying bitch you are?

- Anger etched deep on Buzzsaw’s face caused the crowd to boo even more every time Jakob spoke. Not to mention that if Buzzsaw gripped the mic any tighter that it was going to crush in his hand. –

Buzzsaw: Jakob, I know what you are doing, turning this all back on me. But it won’t work. I know you for the disease you are. I know you for the cancer you can be. No Jakob, I don’t worry about things like that. I want you out of my face for good. Like I said, you are always were I am never letting me have peace. So now that I came here, I waited like the shark you want to be. I am the man in control.

-Walking right up to Buzzsaw, Jakob raised the mic so there would be no doubt what is said.-

Jakob: No Buzz you aren’t the man in charge. You see, I watched what has been going on so when I called the suits, I told them I was ready to come back solo if need be just to do one thing. Make your life hell. Deal with it. It’s you or me. Now what you going to do about that?

Buzzsaw: What am I going to do about it? You think this is reactionary Jakob, you think I didn’t have a plan ready to go once you walked back in that door? What you are forgetting is I came here for you! Getting the title shot was icing on the cake, but it has been all about you. I knew once I got some success here you would show up, you couldn’t stand seeing me out here while you sit at home. I knew it would drive you to come back just to take some of the glory I had. I came here tonight to set things in motion, like I said since Brian Kirkland won the Intercontinental Championship I don’t have a match at Summer Showdown

-The fans begin to cheer.-

Daniels: Is he saying what I think he’s saying?

Masters: Sounds like it.

Buzzsaw: I went to Jesse Montana and demanded a match at Summer Showdown and I told him I wanted YOU!

-Jakob stairs right into the eyes of Buzzsaw.-

Buzzsaw: Let’s make it official, Ryan Lewis, if you will.

-Ryan Lewis walks out carrying a briefcase.-

Ryan Lewis: Jesse Montana has sent me out here to announce at Summer Showdown it will be Jakob Mayhem v. Buzzsaw!

-The crowd goes nuts at this announcement.-

Ryan Lewis: The two of you want to kill each other fine, you will do it live on pay per view, but as an added bounce, this match between the two of you it will be for this….

-Ryan Lewis opens the briefcase and pulls out the vacant CZW Ultraviolent Title.-

Ryan Lewis: THE CZW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP.

-The crowd goes nuts.-

Ryan Lewis: Two of the all time great ‘hardcore’ wrestlers, one title, it will be settled at Summer Showdown!

-The shot cuts to Buzzsaw and Jakob nose to nose in the ring, and then to backstage.-

Chris Tolwar is in a hallway backstage stretching out for his match in the Bad Ass Invitational when Kimo Newton is seen walking down the hall with his usual bottle of Jamaican rum in his hand.

Tolwar: Alright man, Alright man, you got this tonight. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

Kimo stands behind Tolwar looking at him.

Kimo: And drink like a fish dog.

(A small pop from the crowd happens at this moment)

Tolwar is shaken up and swings at the voice behind him but Kimo ducks out of the way.

Tolwar: Oh sorry man, my bad. I thought it was some stupid fan or something.

Kimo shakes his head looking at Tolwar.

Kimo: Listen dog I think we need ta talk because I think yo bein mislead.

Tolwar: What do you mean man? I am walking as good as Helen Keller with her seeing-eye dog.

Kimo places his hand on Tolwar's shoulder.

Kimo: Listen to me dog... You're livin a life of lies. You are turnin into someone you're not.

Tolwar: Someone I am not, what are you talking about? Is that rum making you a little off edge?

Tolwar shakes his hand unsteadily to emphize his point.

Kimo: Dog you aren't real... You are being brainwashed into this cult. Listen to the voice in the back of your head. Tell me... What does it say?

Tolwar stands for a few moments and ponders about what Kimo is saying. Tolwar: It tells me that bunnies are cute and cuddly... but they need to be crushed. You ever see Roger & Me by Michael Moore? I know it's old but Mike King showed me the scene where that crazy old lady beat this bunny with a club. It was AWESOME!!!!

Kimo slaps his forehead shaking his head. Clearly that wasn't the answer he was looking for.

Kimo: Focus dog... Would ya ratha sit at home fetchin Mike King bottles of water or do ya want ta live life?

Tolwar puts his right hand under his chin to think. He rubs it for a little bit before responding.

Tolwar: Well, I don't see what's wrong. I mean you look at young Japanese wrestlers, they carry the established stars jocks and gaijins alsoclean the toilets of the dojo for six months before training. I don't find it demeaning but eventually I'll be on my own. I still have much to learn to be quite honest. Only one win, I can't box with Mike Tyson, I ain't Will Smith.

Kimo: Motha f**ka listen ta me! This isn't Japan! f**kin Mike King ain't even Japanese!

Kimo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking back at Tolwar.

Kimo: Listen to me Tolwar. You can have it better... Instead of cleaning toilet bowls ya can br out livin yo life. Ya can be real... Ya can be a Realist...

Tolwar: Oh, I am real. If I wasn't I could do this...

Tolwar knocks a plate out of one of the CZW staff members.

Worker: What the hell is your problem man?

Tolwar: My bad man, my bad. I'll get some food for you later.

The man walks off.

Tolwar: See what I mean Kimo?

Kimo: Dog lemme ask ya this. Do ya even remotely like Mike King? All ya do is his dirty work and clean his shit stained underwear!

Tolwar: No but what can I do man? What can I do?

Tolwar drops to his knees and clings to Kimo's shirt.

Kimo smiles before looking down at Tolwar.

Kimo: Dog it's aight... I am hurr fo ya... I am a savior... I can save you... I can save you from straight edge...

Tolwar: I don't know who I am I could be straight edge, I could be a drunk, I could be meathead, I could be a vegan...

Tolwar starts crying.

Tolwar: The only thing I know I am is a foster achor baby.

Kimo: Listen to yoself dog... Straight edge is runin ya... Like I said befo.. Listen to what is in yo head... You want to drink... You want to smoke... You want to live life.

Tolwar: I choose life George Michael I choose life Andrew Ridgeley!

Tolwar gets up and hugs Kimo like he just proposed to him.

Tolwar: Thank you Kimo, thank you. You're right Frankie says relax and so I will. After my match I'm getting Coronas, Dos Equis, Jose Cuervo, Chivas and Cabo Wabo. I am celebrating life tonight. WOOOO!

Kimo: Dog don't thank me... I only spoke what was already on yo mind...

Kimo smiles as he hands Tolwar the bottle in his hand.

Kimo: Now go... Live yo life... As a realist!

Kimo says taking his shirt off showing it to Tolwar where the front says Straight Edge = Gay and the back says Keep It Real

Tolwar puts on the shirt as Kimo walks off. He bumps into his mentor Mike King while walking to the stage. King spits out a green liquid out his mouth and onto Tolwar's new shirt.

Tolwar: Mike King, just the man I am looking for. I see you are still trying to get that taste out of your mouth but please rinse and spit away from my new shirt.

King shakes his head.

King: What is that shirt?

Tolwar: Oh this, Kimo Newton gave it to me off of his back. You like it?

Tolwar does a turn like he is on the cat walk. When he turns back he is slapped upside the face.

King: Straight Edge = Gay? Are you really clownin' with me? You are telling me the life choice I made because I had to make after nearly killing myself with that poison is wrong? You really listen to the man who has made me go through 3 gallons of mouth wash, 2 tubes of toothpaste a toothbrush, a tongue brush and a bottle of instant diarrhea? You are listening to that false messiah. The only messiahs I know of are Brian Kirkland and Jesus H. Christ, what the hell man?

Tolwar is grabbing a plate from catering.

Tolwar: Getting a plate for a friend, I told him I was going to do this for him after ruining his last one.

King: I'm not even going to ask. All I know is your match is next and I hope you lose. You need you're head straight to make an impact here in CZW.

Tolwar continues to walk to the stage and awaits for his theme to be played.

-=- BAD ASS INVITATIONAL MATCH! -=-
"The Intern" Chris Tolwar vs. "The Mountain Man" Joshua Newsome

Waters: Welcome to our first Bad Ass Invitational match of the night, and once again we are graced with the presence of the Bad Ass himself, Matt Covey.

Covey: “Graced?” You’re making it sound like a bad thing. Here, have a beer, it’ll calm you down. In fact, beers for everyone!

Daniels: I’m pretty sure we’re not allowed to drink while on the job here…

Covey: Oh please, if they suspend you for it, it’s ‘cause you’re whining like a little bitch. Now let’s get this match on with!

Towers: This is a Bad Ass Invitational Match, and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Jose, California, weighing 219 pounds, “The Intern” CHRIS TOLWAR!

“You’re The Best Around” plays as Tolwar enters to a fair amount of boos from the crowd, though he seems just as fired up as if they were all cheering his name.

Towers: And the opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 320 pounds, The Mountain Man, JOSHUA NEWSOME!

“You Wouldn’t Know” plays as Mountain Man enters the ring, getting some boos as well but mostly cheers from the audience.

Daniels: Newsome has the size advantage and a surprising amount of technical skill, but Tolwar has pure adrenaline and the tutelage of Mike King on his side. Who do you think’ll win, Matt?

Covey: What do I look like, a fortune teller? This is why we have the match. Now let’s crack some heads!

The bell sounds and it whips Tolwar into even more of a frenzy, catching Newsome off guard with a fast series of punches.

Waters: Tolwar with the early offense, and a lot of it!

Daniels: Punch after punch at the big man, but I don’t think it’s wearing him down too much.

Covey: The kid’s got the right idea, but he’s just gonna make himself tired.

Daniels: You may be right- and Newsome answers back with a huge clothesline!

Waters: Newsome with the advantage now, and a leg drop before Tolwar can get to his feet.

Masters: And he’s stomping on Tolwar now! This is the kind of brutality I love to see!

Covey: You and me both, Billy.

Masters: What do I keep telling you about calling me Billy?

Waters: Newsome lifts him back up, but Tolwar breaks free, and…

Masters: The Dick Punch! Look at that! What beautiful strategy!

Waters: William, why is a groin shot cheating when it’s someone you don’t like, but strategy when-

Masters: That was no groin shot! That was a strike to the extreme lower abdominal region, which is perfectly legal.

Covey: Groin shots are legal too, idiot. CZW means no DQs.

Daniels: Tolwar now running, and… he hits the Breakfast Club! Mountain Man is staggered… Tolwar locks up and…

Tolwar: CHIPOTLE!

Daniels: Tolwar lands the Chipotle Crunch! And the cover!

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Covey: Does this kid have a move that doesn’t have a stupid name attached?

Waters: I doubt it.

Daniels: Mountain Man is back up now, with a punch to Tolwar’s head, knee to the gut, and a perfectly executed scoop slam!

Waters: Immediately lifting him back up; I think we’re about to see the power of the big man.

Masters: First a headbutt, and now… a huge power bomb! Much harder and he’d break the bloody ring!

Daniels: Newsome hooks the leg…

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Covey: That’s a big part of being a bad ass right there. You’ve got to take your hits just as hard as you give ‘em.

Waters: Tolwar doesn’t look like he can do much but kick out though. Newsome lifts him back up, and…

Daniels: Oh my God! A chokeslam, and now I’m amazed the ring hasn’t buckled! Newsome going for the cover-

“Down With The Sickness” by Disturbed begins to play, stealing Newsome’s attention. He looks out toward the entrance as Garrett William begins to make his way down the ramp.

Daniels: Oh no. What is Garrett doing here?

Masters: He’s just scouting his opponent at Summer Showdown, and his potential opponent in the Bad Ass Invitational! Nothing wrong with scouting at all. You should always know your opponent.

Waters: As long as he keeps his distance, I agree.

Covey: I don’t think Newsome cares though. He’s lifting Tolwar up vertically, and look at that! He’s just keeping him there, staring down Garrett the whole time.

Daniels: He’s letting Garrett William know that he will not be intimidated, making a statement, and look at that! You could clock how long he’s keeping Tolwar up with a sundial!

Waters: But what goes up must come… down! Fallen Timber! And the cover is academic at this point.

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Daniels: Garrett just pulled Tolwar out from under the cover! Could they be working together?

Masters: Considering he about pulled Chris’s leg out from its socket, I’d say no. But I wouldn’t be surprised if that colossus doesn’t know his own strength.

Daniels: Either way, the referee is pleading with Garrett to not interfere, but I don’t know if- oh my God!

Waters: Did that just happen?

Covey: Hell. Yes.

Daniels: Garrett William just headbutted the referee!

Covey: Now that’s what being a bad ass is all about, folks! Don’t take no shit from nobody.

Masters: We better get another ref out here, ‘cause that one is gonna be down for a long time! Hahaha! I love it!

Waters: That will be done for sure, but until then the match goes on. Garrett William and Joshua Newsome staring each other down, shades of what we are to see at Summer Showdown, and… the Mountain Man with the first punch, but William answers with a knee to the chest, and… would you look at that!

Masters: You want strength? Military pressing the Mountain Man, now that’s strength.

Daniels: And now William, walking to the ropes… he isn’t going to… no! No! Jesus Christ! Newsome is thrown to the arena floor!

Waters: The military press, plus Garrett William’s height, plus the elevated ring… Newsome must have fell 15 feet!

Daniels: Garrett leaving the ring now, and he’s not done. He crosses Newsome’s arms, and… a Straightjacket DDT into the steel steps! My god this is absolutely sick!

Masters: I know! Where’s the popcorn?

Waters: Mountain Man may be out cold, and- ah, here comes another ref, though there may not be much of a match left for him.

The ref walks cautiously around Garrett, looking at him fearfully, but Garrett simply smiles and gestures to the ring, as if to say “Do your job.” Garrett walks back up the ramp as the ref enters the ring and Tolwar just now staggers to his feet. Observing the carnage, the ref begins to count.

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Masters: Now wait just a minute here!

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Masters: You guys harp on me for forgetting the rules of CZW…

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Masters: But so is this ref! No DQs, no countouts. How hard is that?

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Waters: Of course there’s no disqualifications, but we never said anything about countouts.

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Daniels: It’s uncommon, but still a viable means of victory. Though I can’t imagine it’s very bad ass…

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Covey: Hey now. I don’t care how they win, as long as they win. Being a bad ass means taking what you can get sometimes.

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Daniels: We may not have to worry; Newsome is getting to his feet! Busted wide open but still with no quit in him!

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Daniels: Come on! Knock out the cobwebs and get back in there!

Waters: He’s lunging for the ring-

10! RING THE BELL!

*DING DING DING*

Towers: The winner of the match, as a result of a count-out, “The Intern” CHRIS TOLWAR!

Daniels: And through little fault of his own, Chris Tolwar is through to the next round.

Waters: Not that you’d know it; he’s celebrating like he did all the damage. And Mountain Man is livid and with good reason.

Covey: Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be the one to try to calm him down. Alright, I’m going on a beer run before the next match, y’all want anything?

Masters: Sure, I’ll-

Covey: I’m not getting you cocaine, William.

Masters: What? I wasn’t-

Covey: Hahaha! Nah, I’m just kidding you, man. Seriously though, you want some cocaine? I know a guy.

Masters: I… I think I’ll pass.

Covey: Yeah, you would. Pussy. Alright, see y’all in a few.

*CZW returns from a commercial and backstage stands Jenny Jacobs in a simple CZW Logo T-Shirt and Jeans and a blond wig on with a microphone ever-present in her dainty hand.*

Jenny: Welcome back to CZW and before we get into the next match, let's take a look back over the course of events that followed last week on Overdrive from Seattle, Washington.

*The scene goes to static before going back to last week's Overdrive where Ryan Lewis stands in the ring*

Ryan: I was told to be out here but I'm not sure why...

*A man in a hoodie appears before Ryan as the lights come on, but as he takes the hoodie off, the lights go back off. After a few minutes, some words appeared on the Combat Tron drenched in red*

...There comes a time...

...In everyone's life...

...When you need a fresh start...

...When you need to re-evaluate your surroundings...

...When you make sacrifices along the way...

...This fire burns...

...This yearn to be at the top still burns inside...

...It is time...

...The time has come at last...

*Then, Trapt - Headstrong hit not once, but TWICE!! "The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze then appeared on the stage as the entire Seattle Washington area flipped out and cheered like their lives depended on it*

*The scene stops on the frame of KB standing on the stage as the scene cuts back over to Jenny Jacobs*

Jenny: Ladies and gentleman... I give to you... The return of the one, and only... "The Aerial Specialist" KRIMZON BLAZE!

KB walks onto the camera standing beside Jenny, where his attire has changed dramatically. Ontop of his head lays an etched out black bandanna with the words "AERIAL" and "SPECIALIST" written in red, also featuring KB wearing a "CZW: Where The Aerial Specialist Lives" T-Shirt (Brand New on CZWShop.com by the way!) along with his trademark red/black pants which feature "KRIMZON" on the right and "BLAZE" on the left. He smiles intently at Jenny as the fans are cheering their ever-loving domes off.

Jenny: Krimzon, welcome!

KB: Thank you Jenny... HELLO WINNIPEG MANITOBA CANADA!

*Cheers just pour out EVERYWHERE*

Jenny: We all witnessed your comeback last week, and you had a startling announcement of being involved at Summer Showdown for a chance to be X-Division Champion in a match where you yourself became infamous for... The Ultimate X Chamber!

KB: Yes, and you know why it is that I decided to once again step back into the torture chamber Jenny?

Jenny: Uh... No.

KB: Well, it goes a little something like this... Tim Timmons has something in his possession that SHOULD NEVER have touched his fingers... let alone be on his waist... and that would be The X-Division Championship! Not only did I announce that I would be involved at Summer Showdown, Tim and I have some "unfinished" business with each other... You see Jenny, about a year or so ago, Timmons laid his filthy disgusting parasite fingers upon my family... and you know what happened Jenny? That bastard decided it would be FUNNY to him... He thought it would be HILARIOUS of him to put himself on the CHOPPING BLOCK of your Aerial Specialist FOR GOOD... And guess what Timmons? You know the old saying 'Payback Is A Bitch'... Well guess what... MY payback will be in SPADES come Summer Showdown when I split your wig Timmons!

*KB is all fired-up from the looks of it as Jenny tries to calm him down*

Jenny: Blaze! Blaze! Relax... What are your intentions after Summer Showdown, should you not win the X-Division Title for a record 3rd time in your career?

KB: That one's easy Jenny... 2 words: WORLD. TITLE.

*The fans cheer once more again*

Jenny: I see... Is there anything else you want to say?

KB: Yes as a matter of fact I do... THE KODE OF SILENCE HAS CHOSEN YOU!

*Trapt - Headstrong begins softly playing in the background as KB exits leaving Jenny standing there*

The camera cuts backstage, where we see a close-up shot of the Sleaziest face in Sports Entertainment, that of the one and only Brian Blaze. A cheer breaks out among the crowd in token response, although it quickly turns into laughter as the camera slowly pulls out, revealing Blaze to apparently be passed out inside a toilet cubicle, his head resting on the bowl, his eyes obscured by his trademark aviator shades.

WATERS: Looks like BEEBZ may have been hitting the home-country bars pretty hard last night!

MASTERS: What a bloody disgrace! He's supposed to be a role model for the young children out there watching!

DANIELS: Well, Blaze has never pretended to be anything but himself. Besides, there's nothing wrong with having a little fun every now and again.

MASTERS: Poppycock! You'd never catch a TRUE role model in a depraved state like this. Someone like Mr Montana, for example..

WATERS: Didn't he murder his own father..?

MASTERS: That whole thing was OBVIOUSLY taken out of context.

After a few moments, BB begins to stir.. and immediately jolts back at the sight of El Pablo, sat just a few inches away on the opposite side of the stall. The crowd reaction turns a little more hostile, as EP sits with a wry smile on his face.

EL PABLO: Morning, sleepyhead.

BRIAN BLAZE: Uhhh.. what the hell are you doing here?

...

More to the point, what the hell am I doing here?

EL PABLO: Question two: not important. Question A.. don't you remember? Tonight's the night, Mr Sleaze! The night you attempt to prove your worth, and earn the right to defend your honour against me, The Five Star Superstar, LIVE at Summer Showdown!

BLAZE: Yeah, I remember..

BB goes to stand up.. but is thwarted by the discovery that his left hand has been handcuffed to part of the piping that runs throughout the bathroom. Blaze tugs at the handcuffs briefly, attempting to force himself free, but is unsuccessful.

BLAZE: Erm, I hate to be the one to have to tell you this, Pabs.. but there's already been a Saw 5.

EP lets out a brief laugh, shaking his head.

EL PABLO: Come on Brian, give me some credit! You really think I'd come up with an idea that lacking in originality? Who do you think I am, Lion Blackbird?

BLAZE: *sigh* Leo Crow.

EL PABLO: Wah.

BLAZE: That was Rave.

EL PABLO: HEY! Whose line is it, anyway?

BLAZE: ..Yours?

EL PABLO: And don't you ever forget that. Now, while you may think this is just some crappy recreation of a famous film franchise, it's actually your first challenge of the evening.

BLAZE: My first challenge? What the hell kind of thing can you test for by being locked up in a bathroom stall?

EP just stares silently in response, his smile now almost sadistic.

EL PABLO: Endurance.

Suddenly, the sound of a door crashing open reverberates around the room, accompanied by an all-too-familiar male voice.

MALE VOICE: Finally! Motherf**ker moves his god-damn bathroom further away from my locker room every f**king show!

Blaze's eyes widen, visible even behind the shades, as the realisation of who the new arrival is hits him full on. EP just continues to smile, as the door of the stall right beside them can be heard receiving its own kicking.

MALE VOICE: Ahh, the Presidential Throne.. we meet again. It's been a long two weeks.. I bet you're gagging for your latest taste of the Bad Ass!

EL PABLO: 'Sup Matt?

MATT COVEY: El Pablo, you squirrely motherf**ker! You couldn't have sent me directions to this place? Bitch changes where he hides it every time we do a show!

EL PABLO: Ehh, I knew you'd find it eventually. You get the coupon I sent you?

MATT COVEY: Free chilli from Ed's Titty Twister?

Blaze's face is now one of pure terror. El Pablo, however, appears surprisingly unphased.

EL PABLO: That's the one.

MATT COVEY: You know he's my cousin, right? I get free shit from the place anyway?

EL PABLO: Well, you eat there and then beat up the waiter whenever they bring you the bill.

MATT COVEY: Same thing. Anyway, you boys ready?

BLAZE: No, wait a second! Pabs you.. you can't leave me here with him!

EP motions up to his right arm, which has been handcuffed to another pipe on his own side of the cubicle.

BLAZE: Ah.. well.. we don't even have an independent adjudicator!

EP points to the top of the toilet, where Loki is sat perched on a clipboard, a whistle wrapped around his "neck".

BLAZE: He's not independent! ..Or real.

EL PABLO: If he's not real then what's the problem?

BLAZE: This is such bull..

MATT COVEY: SHIT!!!

It's probably safest for all of us that the details are kept to a minimum here, but suffice to say.. shit goes down. We'll just tide you over with some hilarious audio highlights:

BLAZE: For the love of...

EL PABLO: I CAN TASTE IT IN MY EYES!!!

BLAZE: I think my shades are melting.. and my teeth...

EL PABLO: My tail is burning! My tail is actually burning right now!

BLAZE: Jesus? Is that you? Why are you wearing a cowboy hat?

EL PABLO: You know.. it's not so bad. This one time Ed thought he sneezed one half of his brain out the window, so I had to help him root around in a dumpst-okay, it's worse now.

Suddenly, with both men seemingly on the brink of breaking down completely, the "mouth" of Loki explodes, spewing a bizarre, bright green concoction into the face and mouth of Brian Blaze.

EL PABLO: OHHHH! Loki, that is disgusting!!!

This proves to be the last straw for Blaze, who rips the pipe clean off the wall, before bursting out of shot through the door and vomiting loudly, presumably into one of the washbasins. The camera remains focused on EP, who raises his free hand triumphantly above his head, his fist clenched.

EL PABLO: YES! Score one for the Five Star Superstar! IN YO FACE! IN YO FACE! IN YO..

MATT COVEY: NNNNGGGHH..!!!

EL PABLO: ..WHY the f**k am I still sitting here!?

EP swiftly follows BB's lead, yanking the pipe off the wall and diving out of the cubicle. The camera cuts outside to the corridor, as EP slowly crawls out through the door. He rolls onto his back, and is promptly met with a plastic cup-full of water to the face, courtesy of Special Ed Covey. The crowd cheers the re-appearance of one of the most popular superstars in CZW history, as Ed pulls out a big bouquet of flowers, placing them over EP's face. At the bottom of the screen, "EP 1 BB 0 appears in big white letters. As EP begins to massage the flowers into his face, the camera pulls up to focus on Ed, who turns to address the world.

SPECIAL ED: Stay tuned for more high-quality sporting action, right here with Curiously Zionic Wolverines!

EL PABLO: Combat Zone Wrestling...

SPECIAL ED: What's wrestling?

The words "Previously Recorded" appear on the screen for a few seconds. The camera focuses in on Brian Blaze and Johnny Kerosene, playing Rock Band inside a break room backstage. Notably, Blaze is playing the guitar while Johnny is on drums.

Brian: You’re always the drums anymore when we play, you know that?

Johnny: Well, of course. I’ve always been a pretty good drummer.

Brian: So how come you never played the drums in real life then?

Johnny: Brian, you’ve never been in a band, have you?

Brian: Hm?

Johnny: The drummers never get the chicks.

Brian: Ah. A very good reason then.

Johnny pauses a bit before setting the sticks down.

Johnny: Listen, Brian. However all this is going to end with El Pablo… I just want you to know I got your back. I mean, I get that this is your problem, and I respect that and I’m gonna keep my distance, but… if things go south, he’s gonna have people to answer to. Understand?

Brian: Of course. Thanks man.

Johnny: And it’s not just me either. I’m sure the rest of Beautiful Agony ain’t going to take all that kindly to it all.

Brian: Yeah, I guess you’re right.

Johnny: Mm-hmm. Y’know, I just hope that when I win the X Division title at Summer Showdown, he doesn’t think I’m a disgrace to the belt. I mean, the belt’s cool and all, but I don’t know if it’s worth a five-foot-eight samurai squirrel assaulting me with flaming thumbtacks…

=- BAD ASS INVITATIONAL MATCH! -=-
"Big Time" Dwayne Campbell vs. "The Colossus" Garrett William

Daniels: Up next...we have the fourth Bad Ass Invitational match between Dwayne Campbell and Garrett William...

'Sorry You're Not A Winner' hits.

Daniels: What...what are they doing out here!

Jacob Havok and Lauren Caramazzi come out to the ring to a chorus of boos. Jessica Towers starts to leave the ring. Havok points at her.

Havok: No no...you get back in the ring and introduce me like you would introduce any other wrestler!

Havok grins as Towers reluctantly climbs back in the ring. She keeps her distance.

Havok: And make it good!

Towers: Uh...introducing CZW's most intimidating couple...Jacob Havok and Lauren Caramazzi!!!

Havok looks at Jessica, who starts to leave.

Havok: That's the best you can do? That sounds like the introduction you'd give to one of those losers from Beautiful Agony...once I dispose of Mike Monroe...I will be a champion...so I deserve a champion’s entry!

Towers gulps.

Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen! Please feel graced to be in the presence of one of the most vicious superstars in CZW today! Joined by his beautiful girlfriend, Lauren Carmazzi, please stand and welcome...JACOB HAVOK!!!

The crowd boos.

Havok: Better...much better...

Towers: Can I go now?

Havok: Hmmm...no...I don't think so...

Lauren, who has snuck behind Jessica Towers, grabs her arms and prevents her escape. Havok walks over to her and runs his hands through her hair...

Waters: This is sick...not again...

Masters: Why don't you go save her Shawn...Lauren kicking you in the head...that made my day...

Waters: Shut up Masters...least I have a set...

Havok sneers and walks away from Jessica. He looks up the ramp.

Havok: Well Mike...I told you the rules last week...either you fight...or someone suffers...what do you choose?

Havok stands, looking up the ramp.

Daniels: Dammit Monroe...just come out! Someone needs to stop this!

Masters: Yeah...someone who doesn't get beat up by girls...

Waters: Oh shut up you british twat! Why don't you get in there, huh?

Masters: ...

Waters: Just what I thought!

Havok sighs.

Havok: Looks like it isn't your lucky day, Ms. Towers...

Towers struggles and gets one arm free. Havok strokes the side of her face, brushing back her hair. Towers freaks and slaps Havok across the face. The crowd cheers. Lauren shoves Towers to the floor.

Havok: I was trying so hard to be nice...but...you could just accept your fate...could you?

Havok rolls out of the ring as Towers sobs in the middle of the ring. He grabs the hair clippers from under the ring and rolls into the ring. Lauren grabs a chunk of Towers' hair. Havok turns them on and looks up the ramp.

Havok: Last chance, Mikey!

Suddenly "I Get Off" by Halestorm starts to play as the crowd begins to go nuts.

Masters: Wait a minute! That's not Monroe's music.

Daniels: No, it's not. Here comes Lauren's sister Tatum! And she didn't come alone either.

Tatum comes running down the ramp to the ring with none other than fellow Beautiful Agony member Bryan McNally.

Masters: What in the bloody hell is McNally doing here?

Waters: McNally is a member of Beautiful Agony, you twit. Remember, Mike said he won't fight Jacob, but McNally never made that promise.

Tatum and McNally hit the ring and begin to fight with Lauren and Jacob. After a minute or two of fighting, Bryan clotheslines Havok over the top rope. He follows him and they start fighting towards the backstage area, leaving Tatum and Lauren fighting in the ring. Security finally comes in and separates the two women. Tatum grabs a microphone and looks at Lauren with a death glance.

Tatum: Oh, this is just starting, bitch. We are gonna hash it out right now.

Lauren: Tatum! How lovely of you to join me! Are you looking for a haircut aswell?

Tatum goes to strike Lauren, but Lauren rolls to the outside.

Lauren: No, Tatum...I'm gonna take a page out of your 'not' boyfriend's book and refuse to fight...I'm not quite ready to kick your ass just yet.

Lauren laughs.

Lauren: Now sis...why the hostility? It's not like your life was intruded upon or anything...

Tatum: Oh, this intrudes more on my life than you think. You are trying to destroy what I helped build. Not only that, you acting the way you are is tearing our family apart, as if you give a shit!

Lauren: Our family? OUR family?!? They are MY family!! MINE! You came into my family...and you got all the attention...the attention I deserved...everyone forgot about me! It was all about poor little Tatum! So I have every right to be mad!

Tatum goes to talk.

Lauren: I'm not done yet! You still don't understand! Even to this day, you STILL get more attention than me! The only way to finally recieve the attention that I deserve is to destroy you! To help Jake tear down Beautiful Agony! If you recall...he helped build it...so he can most definately tear it down! I don't care how it's done...but I'll make you cry...and I'll earn the attention of MY family...of MY fans...

At this point, Tatum is absolutely seething and pissed off.

Tatum: Your family?! Listen, you little c**t. Do you know the main reason I was adopted? Because mom and dad realized what a waste of sperm you were and didn't believe in euthanasia.

This gets the crowd riled up as they cheer very loud for Tatum.

Tatum: As for your fans, not even close. While you were off doing whatever and whoever, I revolutionized the Queen of Combat division. First blood matches? I was in both. Last woman standing? I was in the first and only. TLC? Been there, done that. You haven't done a damn thing besides being Havok's lapdog.

Lauren stares down into the ring at Tatum.

Lauren: My parents adored me! They doted on me...until you came along...they felt sorry for you! Your life was pathetic till we were gracious enough to allow you into our home! I was so excited to have a sister...I was ecstatic when you came home...but little did I know...soon you'd push me out of the picture...I was no longer daddy's precious little girl...I was the 'other' one! Everyone was always showing you sympathy...poor Tatum...she's had life so hard...here's a present! Oh...sorry Lauren...I didn't get you anything...but you've got enough already, right? Do you know how hard it is to feel wanted when your own family forget about you! And it was all your fault!

Lauren is almost in tears by this point.

Lauren: You know what I had to do to try and get attention? I went to college...I graduated, while you were off with Mike trying to make it as a wrestler...but still...everyone ignored me...because you were on TV...I figured...there was only ONE way to get my family's adoration...and that was to eliminate the competition!

The fans boo.

Lauren: So...while I'm not ready to fight tonight...that day will come! Once I beat you...that'll leave Mike wide open for Jacob to gain revenge!

Tatum snickers at Lauren's sheer audacity.

Tatum: Don't worry, there won't be a fight tonight. But if you want a fight, let's do this sooner rather than later. You. Me. Summer Showdown. We are gonna settle this once and for all. What do you say...sis?

Lauren smiles.

Lauren: Maybe you ARE my sister...you read my mind. Summer Showdown it is!

Lauren starts backing up the ramp, staring right at Tatum the whole way.

Lauren: Oh...and one last thing...actually...I tell you next week...

Lauren smiles evilly before leaving the stage.

Waters: Wow...Lauren Caramazzi and Tatum Regan will go one on one at Summer Showdown!

Daniels: A big match there!

Matt Covey sits back down at the commentators table.

Covey: Ah...female segments...the perfect time for a piss break.

Daniels: Excuse me Covey...women deserve the same respect that men do!

Covey: Oh, I know, I know Jarred...and I’d sure as hell take a piss during a Jesse Montana speech.

Masters: Listen! Montana is a respectable man and you should watch out when talking about him like that!

Covey: Whatever you say...but if we don't mind...I believe I'm out here for a reason...and I'm runnin' out of beer!

Masters: I can't believe I'm saying this...but Matt is right...we've got a hell of a match coming up now...Dwayne Campbell vs Garrett William...and it will start after this break!

--COMMERCIAL--

Daniels: Welcome back folks.

Covey: Let’s get this son of a bitch started, shall we? Waters...beer?

Waters: I wish Matt...I’m still half concussed from last week. So no drinking for me...

Covey: You bitch. Now I have to give Masters one!

Masters: Oh...oh really?

Covey: Yep...here you go.

Covey passes Masters a beer.

Masters: Cheers Matt!

Masters open the beer and cops a faceful of beer. Matt and Shawn burst into raucous laughter. Daniels even manages to laugh as Masters coughs and splutters.

Masters: Why...how dare you! This is bloody ridiculous! I’ll be happy once this bloody tournament is finished!

Masters tirade is cut short by Jay-Z and Linkin Park’s ‘Points of Authority/99 Problems’. Dwayne Campbell walks out onto the stage. He cracks his knuckles and looks at his fist, before running to the ring.

Covey: Here we go...Campbell is a strong chance at winning this. He has a wicked right hand punch which can only do more damage with the help of this!

Covey flashes the Brass Knuckles around his neck.

Waters: But can he reach to his opponents height?

‘Down With The Sickness’ by Disturbed hits.

Daniels: Here comes Garrett William...

Garrett walks out onto the stage, a big smile on his face.

Masters: He is looking very proud of himself!

Waters: And why wouldn’t he? You saw what happened...he cost Mountain Man his match!

Daniels: I’m sure he is looking to continue his good night by picking up the win over his smaller opponent.

Garrett climbs into the ring. DC wastes no time and unleash a flurry of punches to the abdomen of Garrett. Garrett shoves DC away, but DC persists, leaping straight to his feet and continuing the barrage. Garrett swings his arm at DC, but DC quickly drops to his knee. He follows up with a straight punch to the side of the knee!

Waters: THAT...has gotta hurt!

Garrett thumps DC on top of the head, which sends him staggering away. Garrett rubs his knee as DC turns around. Garrett nails him with a headbutt. Garrett grabs DC and follows up with a body slam. He covers.

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Covey: Come on man...that isn’t Bad Ass! Do something insane!

Masters: You are evil, right?

Covey: Nah...I’m just American...

Masters: Ugh...can you believe these foreigners Shawn?

Waters: Bust him open...here...you can borrow my chair!

Masters: ...I’m surrounded by idiots!

Garrett lifts Dwayne up. DC, sharp as a tack, grabs Garrett’s arm and twists it. Garrett bends over to alleviate some of the pressure, but cops a heel kick! Garrett staggers back. DC follows up with a shoulder block...and another...and another! DC then bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Garrett in the knee. He bounces again and jumps, looking for a STO...but Garrett connects with a mid-air clothesline, which destroys DC. Garrett picks DC up and lifts him onto his shoulders. DC desperately strikes Garrett with his elbow and slides off his back. He lands a kick to the injured knee before grabbing Garrett’s arm. He leaps up onto his back and locks in a modified triangle choke! Garrett slowly loses air. He falls backwards however, driving DC into the mat.

Waters: OH! Guess that little trick didn’t work out for DC.

Daniels: He can’t seem to faze the Colossus!

Covey: If he wants to be the new Bad Ass he is going to HAVE to faze him! Maybe...maybe he should taze him?

Masters: Oh god...not only are you still wishing for violence...you now think you can rhyme?

Waters: Hey, Masters...I think you should chill. You do realise Covey’s known to kill. Piss him off...you’ll end up in a wheelchair. So keep on talking, Bill...just see how you fare!

Covey: Word, Waters, Word.

Garrett gets to his feet and preys on DC, who slowly works himself to a standing position. DC turns...and Garrett lifts him up. He seats DC on his shoulders, preparing for the Rollercoaster Ride!

Daniels: And...this’ll be it...

“You Wouldn’t Know” by Hellyeah hits...

Waters: ...or will it!

Mountain Man walks out onto the stage. Garrett drops DC and stares up the ramp. He invites MTM to come to the ring. MTM points for Garrett to turn around. He does...WHAM! DC once again nails a ‘Big Time’ Right Hand to his knee. Garrett drops to his good knee, which puts him at the right height for DC to connect with a hard left, followed by a third ‘Big Time’ Right Hand. Garrett goes down. DC covers...

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PINFALL!

Daniels: What?

Waters: Haha! He did it!

Covey: Once again...I join you bitches...and no blood!

Waters: What are you talking about Matt...it’s Masters’ time of the month...

Covey: ...that shit’s even too far for me...

Daniels: Really?

Covey: Ha! No!

Daniels: ...anyway...Dwayne Campbell continues in the Bad Ass Invitational. MTM looks impressed...

Waters: He got a measure of revenge tonight.

Masters: This is far from over between these two!

We are cast back once again into one of the many corridors winding through the bowels of the arena, to see the Five Star Superstar El Pablo stood in front of a standard-issue CZW backdrop. The camera lingers on him for a moment, allowing the fans to get their choice of cheers or boos in, before pulling out slightly to reveal Brian Blaze, who is obviously greeted with unanimous adulation.

EL PABLO: ..and then I just see Rave pick Kash up, and KA-PWWWWKKKHHHHH!!! Powerbomb from the top rope, both men through the flaming table! Suddenly I'm thinking, "This is it", so I grab the ladder, set it up.. quick look to see if anyone's alive, they aren't.. up I go, and DA-NAHHH! "Here is your winner, and STILL CZW X-Champion.. ELLLLL PABLOOOOO!!!!!

EP maintains a dramatic, triumphant pose, as Blaze looks on, hands on hips, head cocked to the side. A brief pause, and..

BLAZE: Who are you talking to? You literally just started the story from that point!

EL PABLO: ..What?

BLAZE: In fact, we were live for a good 10 seconds before you started talking!

EL PABLO: Pfft, don't be ridiculous! I've worked in TV before, okay? XTC News? I know how this whole thing works, alright?

BLAZE: Also.. seeing as how this is meant to be some big "Olympic-style" event-type thing.. legit phrase.. shouldn't we have someone do the presenting for us, so you and I can focus purely on being high-level competitors? I really think we need some sort of microphone guy...

Suddenly, Ryan Lewis slides into shot, his arms out by his side and a big grin on his face.

RYAN LEWIS: Did somebody say microphone guy!?

Silence descends on the scene, Ryan standing awkwardly in position as EP and BB stare at him in confusion. This seems to frustrate Ryan, who stamps his feet in some sort of mini temper-tantrum.

RYAN LEWIS: Dammit you guys!

BLAZE: What the hell was THAT!?

RYAN LEWIS: Come on! I thought that could be my new thing, you know? A signature entrance?

EL PABLO: We're not a sitcom, Ryan!

BLAZE: We are kinda like a sitcom.

EL PABLO: That's true, what with our absurd characters and increasingly ridiculous storyli-I mean, stories.

BLAZE: HEY! You're not an absurd character, man.

EL PABLO: Really? You mean that?

BLAZE: Sure! A five-foot-eight pink and blue samurai squirrel is as real as it gets!

EL PABLO: Thanks man.

BLAZE: No problem, buddy.

EP and Blaze pat each other on the back, before suddenly snapping back into character.

EL PABLO: *Ahem* Anyway.. time for your second challenge of the evening, Brian Blaze!

BLAZE: Do your worst, Pablo, I can take it!

EL PABLO: You know you're down 1 to zero, right?

BLAZE: I said I could take YOUR worst, not Covey's.

EL PABLO: Fair point. Now, this challenge draws inspiration from one of the oldest, most noble traditions in the history of British sport!

EP grabs the backdrop, and whips it off the wall, revealing a placard bearing the words..

EL PABLO: CZW-Reporter-Propelled Wheelbarrow Jousting!

RYAN LEWIS: Alright!

A white line slides across the screen, which changes to show El Pablo sat in a wheelbarrow, held in position by a be-wigged Jenny Jacobs. In his hand he holds a kendo stick, topped with a boxing glove, which he stands vertically on the floor.

EL PABLO: Okay, Brian Blaze, are you ready!?

The camera cuts, showing Blaze in a similar set-up, with Ryan Lewis his propulsion of choice.

BLAZE: You bet your ass I am.. wait, did we just segue on live TV?

EL PABLO: Pffft.. Ryan Lewis, are you ready!?

RYAN LEWIS: THIS. IS. SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

EL PABLO: ..'Kay. Jenny Jacobs, are YOU ready!?

JENNY JACOBS: Let's take that useless sack of crap down!

EL PABLO: Now that's not fair! I know I've been giving Blaze a hard time over losing the X-Title to Timmons, but he's not.. Oh, you probably meant Lewis. OKAY THEN, CUE THE MUSIC!!!

"Chariots of Fire" starts to play, as EP signals for the joust to commense. Blaze angles his "lance", and Ryan starts his charge. Jenny, however, appears to be having some trouble, unable to lift EP's wheelbarrow to any effective degree.

EL PABLO: Come on Jenny, lift! LIFT!!!

RYAN LEWIS: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

EL PABLO: LIFT!!!

BRIAN BLAZE: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

EL PABLO: PLEASE!!!

With Ryan and Blaze now just feet away, EP takes drastic action. He reaches up, and rips Jenny's top clean off, exposing her bare breasts to the watching world.

JENNY JACOBS: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Jenny desperately tries to cover herself up, but the damage has been done. The camera switches to Ryan Lewis, who appears to have been sent into some sort of trance, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Suddenly, he stumbles, and veers wildly off to the right, smashing into a door and sending Blaze tumbling through into whatever room it might happen to be. The camera charges forward, taking up a position just beside the door, from inside which womanly screams can be heard (it's unclear whether they belong to Blaze or not). After a couple of seconds, EP walks up to it, Jenny's torn shirt now wrapped around his head, Rambo-style. He lifts the kendo stick, and steps into the room.

EL PABLO: Yahtzee!

...

Holy shit, we still have Divas?

At the bottom of the screen, the words "EP 2 BB 0" appear in those same big white letters, as the screen cuts to a commercial.

-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION TITLE MATCH! -=-
"The Misfit" Mike Monroe vs "The God of War" Caleb Walker (c)

(add your match when you can, mayo, if you wrote it)

summary:
Both men actually shook hands before the match, further implying that Caleb and the rest of TNG have turned a new leaf. The match went back and forth, Caleb utilizing his strength and Mike utilizing his quickness. They went on for about 10 minutes before "Flawless" Frank Finch made his way to ringside, distracted Caleb long enough to when he turned back around, Monroe nailed him with a break-neck quick Shock Trauma. Monroe pinned Caleb for the 1-2-3, won the CZW World TV title, and didn't even notice Frank leaving until he already had his hand raised in victory. Mike looks at Caleb as he stirs to get up, and shrugs, explaining he didn't know. Caleb nodded, and turned his anger back towards the arrogant Frank as he looks back one more time to smirk at Caleb.

NEW CZW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION.. "THE MISFIT" MIKE MONROE!!!

After Mikey and Caleb went back to behind the entrance curtain, there is a moment of silence. Suddenly every screen in the arena suddenly cuts to static. White noise fills the air, piercing ears, causing slight pain.The fans raise up in a chorus of screams and boos, trying to figure out what exactly is going on. Whispers, that's all they can hear through the static's screaming, and thye're so out of reach that they just add more to the pain. The whipers get louder, like the voices of a dozen ghosts floating down the hallway in your worst nightmares. The white noise stops briefly, the screens going black.

*FLASH!*

The screen ignites again, this time with a various, well, clusterf**k of video clips collected over time. The voices are louder, now yelling out into the hazey arena, but all at once, making the words almost unrecognizeable. Johnny Kerosene connects with a Flying V to a nameless opponent.

Voices: UltDivXTiRyStrMaCuYouShaRyXDivUltMaTiCuEdFiEn

A shot of Eddie Rown leaping from the top turnbuckle and, in what could almost be called an artform, connecting with St.Edwards Fall flashes before our eyes, then another of him hitting the double-underhook front-flip lungblower known as The Evenflow!

Voices: FinalUltDivXTiRyaCurStraAggHe'sSumEdgeJ13th

Sam Attic lifts an opponent onto his shoulders and brings their face into his knee for The Terror Ride, then following up with a Bus Driver!

Voices: ShaUltDivXTiJuneFiStraEdAggre

Making his triumphant return, Krimzon Blaze stands in the center of the ring to the cheering of the masses, then the shot transitions into a Kode of Silence, followed by a Holy Shot, and then a Broken Kode!

Voices: He'sBfiXDivShaRyUlYou

The final shot, The X-Division Champion Tim Timmoons stands tall with the title raised high over his head, a look of sheer dominance on his face. He lifts yet another faceless opponent into the air, bringing their head smashing into the ground with a T-Crusher! The video feed dies, and static fills the screen again.

*FLASH!*

"The Outlaw" Buck Evans' head slams into a chair from a Small Package Driver!

Voice 1: June 13th.........

The Custodian is driven head first with brutal force thanks to a spinning inverted brainbuster!

Voice 2: Madison Square Garden.......

McNally hits the floor after a brutal shot from a stop sign, and blood flows from his forehead!

Voice 3: Ultimate X.........

An unconscious Eddie Rowan is having the life choked out of him by a brutal Last Chancery submission!

Voice 4:Totus Hail Vomica......

Cage Stryker is simply destroyed by a Railroad Spike, and is driven head first into the mat by a Small Package Driver.

Voice 5: All Hail The Curse...........

Finally, Tim Timmons is rolled up for a quick pin, luckily, that match was non-title. The feed cuts one last time, and returns to the line-up for the X-Division title match.

-=- | CZW ULTIMATE X | X-DIVISION TITLE CHAMBER MATCH! -=-
Tim Timmons (c) vs. Sam Attic vs. Johnny Kerosene vs. Krimzon Blaze vs. Eddie Rowan vs. ???

The fans begin to boo, as slowly the "???" at the end fades away, and in it's place, the name Ryan Shane is placed! Before reaction could begin, the feed cuts to static, and then fades to black. Back to the announcers.

DANIELS: "Wow, what an announcement, Ryan Shane in the Ultimate X!?"

MASTERS: "That match just got a WHOLE lot more interesting..."

WATERS: "As if it weren't before? You fool."

DANIELS: "Well, after a commercial break.. another question marked card spot will be filled with Kaelin taking on Kash!"

We come back from commercial break to see Jenny Jacobs standing by with Brian Kirkland for an interview. Kirkland has his title draped over his left shoulder and is twisting his wrists around.

JJ:I'm here with the new CZW Intercontinental champion, The Reaper Brian Kirkland. Fist things first, how does it feel to be a real champion in CZW now?

Kirkland looks up at Jenny then speaks.

BK:Well I've been been a real champion multiple times now, its not like I'm bringing my own titles to the show like Timmons did. As far as being Intercontinental champion goes, its the best feeling in the world to know that you finally have something you should've had a long time ago.

JJ:The other thing on people's minds is the status of Youthful Aggression. What is the deal with Ryan Shane?Has he left the group?It seems like he going more the route of Havok rather than YA.

BK:No, as far as I'm aware Shane is still with us and is still part of my YA family. He is jus branching out on his own, something I like, I don't want people seeing him as a copy of me or Mike, something he never was, something he will never be. Shane is Shane. He's a big part of YA, something that you'll all see very soon. And as far as any of us being like Havok, that is a complete lie. Havok doesn't do the things he does in the name of being Straight Edge, he does them because hes lost his mind and no one is there to reel him in, we don't support or approve of the things hes been doing, that includes shaving your head. Think of YA as the police and think of Havok as a vigilante, we have the same eventual target but we do it the right way and he does it the wrong way. But I do think Havok's head shaving spree has done one good thing.

JJ:Oh Yeah,Whats that?

BK:He brought you to my attention.

JJ:What,me?

BK:Yes, you, you see I've been looking for people that need saving all over the place but the one place I've failed to look is in the CZW staff. I saw Havok do what he did to you and it made me want to turn that negative into a positive. I'm hear to tell you, you can look at that head shaving as a new beginning to your life. A life with no no drinking, no smoking, no drugs, no promiscuous sex. A life worth living. Tonight I offer you a chance to be part of my family, to be part of YA.

Jenny starts to say something but BK cuts her off.

BK:Think about it, if you turn yourself around right now and join us you'll have respect from others, you'll be able to respect yourself and you'll be able to honestly say to the people that watch this show that you are better than they are.

Mike King walks onto the set and taps BK on the back.

MK:We gotta go get ready,BK.

BK:OK Mike, give me a sec.

King walks off and BK turns back to Jenny.

BK:Ok Jenny I can see in your eyes that you're not sure about this and I don't blame you.

BK pulls a card and pen from his pants pocket and scribbles something down.

BK:This is my hotel room number and my phone number, contact me after tonight's show and we'll talk me about this.

He hands her the card and walks off the way King went. Jenny, with a puzzled expression on her face, looks down at the card in her hand as we go back to the ring.

-=- WINNER ENTERS IC FOUR WAY MATCH AT THE PPV! -=-
"The Realist" Kris Kash vs. Alex Kaelin

TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is to determine the last spot in the Fatal Four Way Intercontinental Title match at Summer Showdown!"

The crowd pops

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 235 pounds... one half of Blood Money Inc.... ALEX KAELIN!!"

"I'm Bad" by The Last Vegas plays over the PA as the crowd gives a mixed reaction. Out comes Alex, followed by a small fireworks display. He poses for a moment, then storms down to the ring.

DANIELS: "Well, Alex looks ready to take on his partner to determine the final spot in the Fatal Four Way at Summer Showdown."

WATERS: "This should be one hell of a match."

TOWERS: "And his opponent... hailing from St. Louis, Missouri and weighing in at 220 pounds... the other half of Blood Money Inc.... The Realist... KRIS KASH!!"

"Exhibit A {Transformations} (instrumental)" by Jay Electronica plays as the crowd gives another mixed reaction. Another small fireworks display goes off, however Kash has yet to show.

MASTERS: "Oh, what's this? Kash is too chicken to face his partner?"

DANIELS: "Surely not..."

WATERS: "I can't imagine Kash would pass up this opportunity... perhaps he's just running late?"

The song continues, and still no Kash.

TOWERS, again: "And his opponent... hailing from St. Louis, Missouri and weighing in at 220 pounds... the other half of Blood Money Inc.... The Realist... KRIS KASH!!"

Still nothing. Alex seems confused, as he had just seen his partner a few moments ago in the back.

DANIELS: "Where is Kash?"

The referee finally takes charge and asks for Jessica's mic.

REF: "I'm afraid I'm going to have to say... If Kris Kash cannot make it into the ring by a ten count, he will forfeit the match and Kaelin will be declared the winner."

The fans boo at the prospect of not seeing this match.

MASTERS: "What a shame. Let's hurry it up!"

REF: "1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!"

* DING DING DING *

MASTERS: "This is a disgrace, dammit. Let's move it on!"

DANIELS: "Where could Kash be?"

WATERS: "Well Kaelin looks obviously disappointed and concerned. He doesn't even stick around to get his hand raised, he gets out of the ring and makes a bee line for the back."

* scene cuts to backstage *

Alex: "KASH! Yo, man! Where are you!?"

Alex walks down a corridor, where there is no one to be seen surprisingly. As he makes a turn, he almost steps right on Kris Kash, who is laid out and motionless in a pool of his own blood. Alex doesn't hesitate to call for help."

Alex: "HELP!! We need medical help over here!!"

Alex checks on the fallen Kash for a few moments, before a crew member shows up.

Alex: "Go get some medics, man! He's hurt bad!"

The man nods and quickly hurries off to fetch said help. As Alex looks over the still motionless Kash, the scene cuts back to the announcers.

DANIELS: "Dear Lord, did you see Kash? Someone really put a hurting on him!"

WATERS: "He has the worst luck."

MASTERS: "Well, that's that. He'll be out for another 2 years now, I bet."

DANIELS: "Don't you have any respect!?"

MASTERS: "Sure I do. I respect Jesse Montana a HELL of a lot."

DANIELS: "Disgusting. Folks, we are going to cut to a commercial, but when we come back... a MEGA triple threat match with Kimo Newton, Eddie Rowan, and Jacob Havok! Don't go ANYWHERE!"

WATERS: "Wait a second, what's this?"

The camera focuses on the ring, where a man clad in wrestling trunks and a maroon-colored muscle shirt stands, kendo stick in his left hand. A theme song unknown to the audience, “Run With The Wolves” by The Prodigy, is fading out.

Masters: Who the hell is this guy and why is he interrupting our broadcast time?

Man: Somehow I imagine you guys are wondering who the hell I am.

Masters: Nice guess, Sherlock!

The audience seems to react in agreement with Masters.

Man: That’s fine; it’s not your fault. After all, while I was set to become the shining star of this company late last year, a bunch of people making a bunch of bad decisions set this esteemed corporation into financial collapse, among other things putting me in the wrong place at the wrong time. But for those of you who do have the capacity to remember the name Alexander Slate, you’re probably wondering why I would ever be holding one of these.

Slate looks up at his kendo stick and smiles.

Slate: You see, for years, I hated this stick. I abhorred all it represented, the barbarism wrestling had become, the filth of light tubes and barbed wire-

The fans begin to boo at this, but Slate holds up an open palm in an attempt to pacify them.

Slate: No. You should boo. Because I will freely admit that I was wrong. This is, after all, a kendo stick. Kendo, an ancient and venerated martial art, who proponents are certainly athletes, are they not? Just like how every CZW combatant you see in this ring tonight is an athlete, and I believe they all deserve a round of applause.

The fans comply with the request, giving applause.

Slate: They are athletes, aren’t they? Just like a boxer is an athlete, or a circus acrobat is an athlete, or that guy at the carnival who breaks plates with his head- he’s an athlete, right?

A few fans still applaud, but most have stopped, wondering what Slate is getting at.

Slate: Because let’s be honest here. When it comes to raw, pure wrestling talent, most of the people you cheer for have exactly as much skill as Jimmy St. Asscrap, the guy shilling hot dogs up there in section 118. Yeah, you know who I’m talking about, the one who’s all of five-nine and 260 pounds, most of it nacho cheese-

The fans boo loudly now.

Slate: Oh, I’m sorry, sorry; this is Canada, isn’t it? Poutine!

The fans boo even louder.

Slate: Which is why I am happy to say that CZW brass have also seen the light and given a brand new contract to someone like me. The Paragon. The ideal. The pursuit of wrestling perfection. Whether it was my four conference championship-winning seasons at Central Michigan University or my streak of mixed martial arts submission victories they couldn’t overlook, what matters is that I am back here and I couldn’t be happier. And if you got any sense, you’ll be happy too! ‘Cause this:

Slate thrashes the stick against the turnbuckle several times.

Slate: Nothing wrong with this. Why, it’s the perfect supplement to pure talent, my pure talent. I’ve forgotten more suplex variations than any of your heroes have ever known. I’ve forgotten more submission holds than any of your heroes have ever performed. So don’t mind me, everybody. I’ll just be over here, bringing the wrestling back.

Slate walks out of the ring and back up the ramp as “Run With The Wolves” by The Prodigy begins to play once again.

Ryan Lewis: Here we are getting ready for the third competition of these events with El Pablo winning 2 events to nothing. Brian Blaze and El Pablo if you would please join me.

Blaze and EP then make there way onto the screen.

Brian: Whoa Jeff Probst you really let yourself go.

Pabs: NICE!

The two men then high five as they laugh.

Ryan: What? Don’t you two hate each other?

Brian: Oh yeah…..

The two men then stop laughing as they get into a stare down.

Ryan: Alright, the third event none other than Tiddlywinks. Here’s the deal. There is the board the bulls eye is worth fifty the first outer circle worth twenty five and the second outer circle is worth 10 points. You each get five shots you’ll take turns between each shot. The one with the high score wins. Brian Blaze you’re going first.

Brian then walks up to the board. He reaches into his pants and pulls out his neat Tye Dye Tiddlywink thing….anyways. He presses against the smaller disc and it launches and hit’s the bullseye!

Ryan: There we go fifty points for Brian El Pablo your turn.

El Pablo: You see I don’t have time for these games! I am the first and only ever Grand Slam Champion! I’m taking all five shots at once.

Brian: Fine with me, shoot squirrel.

El Pablo walks up and he places down all five disks. He then proceeds to take all five shots one after the other….

Ryan Lewis: Well Pablo, you got a grand total of ten points from those five shots. So as a result Brian Blaze is the winner of Challenge Three! Brian let’s hear some words from the winner.

Brian: Well Ryan, No man on this earth can tiddle a wink like I can. I am the greatest wink tiddler that ever lived and I just proved that by taking out Squirrel Boy over here. He wanted all five shots and he failed miserably. I’m officially back into this thanks to the fact I can Tiddle a wink better than anyone and we’re off to challenge four.

Ryan: That’s right folks Challenge four is coming up and the challenge is…..a cooking contest…… Alright then. Cooking Contest coming up!

Ryan Lewis: Here we are at the fourth challenge the cooking contest. We had to join this contest midway through for Brian claimed he needed the extra time for his challenge. El Pablo just recently started as the challenge is well underway and I am going to get a word with each competitor first El Pablo.

El Pablo is looking into the microwave. He then gets up to speak with Ryan and he is wearing an Apron that says Roasted Nuts.

El Pablo: Well I just got back form the local grocery store and found some pizza pops. So, I currently put them in the microwave and set the time for oh about two minutes and forty five seconds then serve them.

Ryan: Inspiring work Pabs. Let’s go over to Brian Blaze.

Brian stands up as he is standing beside the oven. His apron says Bun in the Oven and Brian goes over to talk to Ryan.

Brian: Well Ryan I honestly have no idea what I am making. Apparently I’m making a chocolate mousse to eat after this filet mignon. Like I said no idea what I’m making but I do know that these are the instructions. Therefore I am working on them I have to win this so hopefully this does the trick.

Ryan: You do realize that Apron you’re wearing was made for women Brian….

Brian: None of that really matters right now Ryan. Now, if you’ll excuse me.

Ryan: Of course. And as these two men are finishing I am going to introduce the man who is judging the contest.

Ryan is then handed a card as he reads the card. He gets a puzzled look on his face.

Ryan: Is this really the judge?

Voice: YES IT IS! MORON!

Ryan: Alright then. Here is the judge of the cooking contest Johnny Kerosene.

Johnny then comes into the shot as he sits at the table with a candle that is lit and he has his bib in tact.

Johnny: Alright this rock star is bloody hungry. FEED ME!

Ryan: Alright first is El Pablo’s dish.

El Pablo comes up and places his plate in front of Johnny. He then pours some champagne into a glass.

El Pablo: This is Pilsbury Pizza Pops deluxe flavour and some Dom Perignon Champagne.

Johnny proceeds with eating one of the Pizza Pops and drinking the Champagne. He points at his glass asking for a refill. Brian then brings in a cup as he gets some and he and EP share a drink.

Brian: Damn this is some good stuff.

EP: Tell me about it buddy.

Johnny: Alright, next!

Brian’s dish is then placed in front of Johnny.

Brian: Here is a Filet Mignon with some chocolate mousse and this Dom Perignon I just stole from El Pablo.

EP: HEY!

Johnny eats the second meal placed in front of him as he then stands up.

Johnny: Hmm, Well this decision….hmmm…..Damn those were some good Pizza Pops.

Brian: ARE YOU REALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS?!?!?

Johnny: I pick Brian Blaze as the winner of this competition.

El Pablo: RIGGED!

Brian: Here have some of this Dom Perignon I got earlier.

El Pablo: Thanks man, forget the rigged comment. We’re all tied up now 2-2

Ryan: That we are and we are getting prepared for the fifth and final challenge after this.

-=- TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! -=-
Kimo Newton vs Eddie Rowan vs Jacob Havok

Daniels: Welcome back to CZW Overdrive, the most action packed wrestling program on the air today! If you're just tuning in, you've missed an incredible show.

Masters: Although now is not a bad time to be tuning in either.

Daniels: Touche, my friend. We're rounding the last turn of the show, but first we have what promises to be an icredible match, pitting three of the CZW's biggest stars in triple threat action!

Masters: Which is a topic you would know very much about, eh Daniels?

Daniels: I don't get it.

Masters: Oh yes you do. You're a "catcher" after all.

Daniels: I'm not following you...

Masters: Thank God for that!

"My Hood" booms out from the arena's speakers, the fans turning into a frenzy of applause as Kimo Newton hits the stage. He entertains his fans with a brief breakdance, holding a purple and gold felt bag in his hand.The crowd enjoys his performance, chering him on as he makes his way towards the ring. Walking around the outside, he leaves his felt bag on the commentator's desk and grabbing a microphone as he rolls into the ring, under the ropes.

Daniels: Oh. Look at this. Tonight's show must be brought to us by Crown Royal.

In the ring, Kimo grins, waiting for the audience's admiration to die down. Finally, he raises the mic to his face.

Kimo: HOOTIE-HOO!!!

Crowd: HOOTIE-HOOOOOOOO!!!

Kimo: That's right! Ya'll know what time it is, dog! It's Happy Hour in the CZW, and the drinks are on me!

The crowd explodes into cheers.

Kimo: Now, a little bird done told me that a certain masked jackass, is trying to avoid me. To duck me, if you will. Well listen up Havok, cuz Kimo-san gots a message for you. I'm spearheading the war against straight edge. You can't run from a war, son! You can't hide, when I'm dropping bombs on you, dog! So my advice to you is this... *dramatic pause* Get used to seeing this face. Because this face is going to be in YOUR face, until I've driven your disease out of the CZW, and out of these people's lives! Oh, but feel free to leave your little philly behind. Kimo's never met a woman he...couldn't convert. And that's...what's up!

The crowd chers again as Kimo tosses the mic from the ring.

"Slip Slide Melting" plays next as Eddie Rowan takes to the stage, an explosive shower of pyro raining from the rafters in his wake. The crowd cheers valiantly, several Beautiful Agony shirts and signs littered all around the arena. Rowan touches a few hands of his fans on his way down to the ring. He also rounds the ring, stopping at the commentator's desk, where he picks up the felt bag covered bottle of alcohol. He looks in the ring at Kimo who just shrugs with a smile on his face. Eddie smirks, shaking his head as he puts the bottle back down on the desk before entering the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle, giving a shout out to his fans who return his adoration with great excuberance.

Daniels: Tonight's match almost feels personal, Masters. The bad blood that has been boiling between the recently "obsessed" Jacob Havok and the reclusive Mike Monroe, has boiled over and now Rowan's caught in the middle of it all.

Masters: Outside of Kimo Newton's presence, this match should be the first stepping stone of Havok's drive to get his hands on his former friend, Monroe.

Daniels: Well, I believe Kimo and Rowan might take exception to being used as "stepping stones" as you so delicately put it.

Masters: Do not forget, Daniels. Havok defeated Eddie Rowan in his debut match here in CZW. The man's a diabolical genius.

"Sorry You're Not a Winner" plays last, the crowd immediately turning into an ocean-sized chorus of boos. Jacob Havok slithers his way out onto the ramp, ignoring the cries of foul from the audience. He stops halfway down the ramp, taking note of a man at ringside with a cup of beer in his hand. Havok promptly proceeds to slap the drink to the floor, enraging the man and the crowd. Not to back down, the man grabs his friend's beer and splashes it's contents all over Havok, who immediately assaults the fan. Kimo and Rowan look uncomfortable as security makes their way to ringside, ejecting the fan. And as though none of it had ever happened, Havok is back in charachter, slinking around the outside of the ring, his eyes fixated on his opponents. He begins to enter the ring, but as Kimo takes a step towards him, he quickly jumps back out onto the floor.

Daniels: Havok doesn't appear ready, just yet.

Masters: Of course not. He's covered in beer. He's got to wait for it to dry, lest his costume become a potential danger hazard. All it takes is one slip, and any of these athletes could suffer a career ending injury.

Daniels: I don't believe that's the case at all.

Havok continues around the ring, trying another approach at entering the match. But as he does, Rowan takes a step towards him, and once again Havok leaps back down to the arena floor.

Daniels: Clearly Havok wants no part of these men.

Masters: Outside of you, who would? The odds don't particularly favor him at the moment.

Havok goes to enter the ring a third time, but just as quickly steps back down. He turns to the boo-ing fans, pointing at his head.

Havok: Shut up! I'm smarter than all of you! I'm better than all of you!

Pre-occupied with the crowd, Havok doesn't notice Kimo sliding out of the ring. Kimo spins Havok around in place, laying into his jaw with a stiff right hook. Havok rocks backwards against the barricade, trying to spring back to his feet, but Kimo lands a second hit. And then a third. Havok grabs his jaw, trying to walk away from his current predicament, but Kimo grabs an arm and Irish whips Havok into the ring. Trying to stand back up, Havok meets Eddie Rowan's boots via dropkick. Once Kimo is in the ring again, the ref calls for the opening bell. Havok rolls onto his knees, quickly realizing he's been trapped between a rock and a hard place. Panicking, Havok leaps to his feet and charges at Kimo, who nails another stiff right to his face. Dazed, Havok turns and stumbles towards Rowan who delivers a stiff shot of his own. This leaves Havok careening back towards Kimo who punches him again. Before long, Havok looks like a tennis ball caught between two raquets. Kimo and Rowan each grab an arm in sync, and whip Havok towards the ropes. On the rebound, they nail a spinning heel kickleg sweep combo, effectively putting Havok on his back. Kimo quickly capitalizes and goes for an early pin.

1.....

2.....

Eddie grabs Kimo's leg and pulls him away from the pin.

Daniels: Kimo tried to steal one in the early going.

Masters: I am not enjoying this. This is a completely a one sided fight, or should I say, a handicap match!

In the ring, Kimo gets back on his feet and into Rowan's face. Eddie points out Havok's dazed body on the mat, verbally chastising Kimo. But Kimo will have none of it as he shoves Rowan away, returning to Havok for another quick pin attempt.

1.....

2..

Eddie pulls Kimo off once more. Looking enraged, Kimo shoves Eddie, who in turn kicks Kimo in the gut, doubling him over. Rowan capitalizes with a fame-asser legdrop to the back of Kimo's head, driving Newton face first into the mat. Kimo grabs at his face while Eddie turns his attention back to his former friend, Jacob Havok. Upon approaching Havok's body, Eddie is blindsided by Havok playing possum, with a kick to the groin. As Eddie grabs the twins, Havok takes advantage, throwing Rowan through the ropes to the arena floor. Kimo looks to be stirring, but his advancement is halted by a swift kick to the skull from Havok, who follows up with some mounted punching, his fist repeatedly colling with Kimo's face. Havok begins to scream aloud with each blow.

Havok: YOU WANT TO POUR ALCOHOL DOWN MY BROTHER'S THROATS?!? YOU WANT TO GO TO WAR WITH ME?!? I'M BETTER THAN YOU!!!

Daniels: I don't know that this is called for.

Masters: Of course it is! He's simply telling the truth.

Rowan, still in pain attempts to get back in the ring, but Havok notices and abandons Kimo in favor of a sliding baseball kick which sends Eddie crashing back into the guardrail at ringside. Once again, Havok proceeds to shout, directly at the crowd this time.

Havok: I'M BETTER THAN KIMO! I'M BETTER THAN ROWAN! I'M BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU!!!

The crowd boos hysterically, of which Jacob Havok pays no mind. Instead he goes back to Kimo, dragging Newton's head over to the ropes. He places Kimo neck down against the bottom rope before standing on the back of his neck with as much pressure as his vein popping aggression will allow for. Kimo's face begins to turn a shade of blue as the ref tries desperately to get Havok to break the hold.

Havok: YOU LIKE THAT KIMO?!? HUH? YOU WANT A WAR KIMO?!?

Jacob Havok releases the hold, but only long enough so that he can curb stomp Newton in the back of the head. Havok turns his attention back to Rowan who is trying to enter the ring once more. Attempting a repeat performance, Havok tries for a second sliding baseball kick. But Eddie is ready this time around, artfully dodging to the side so that Havok slides completely out of the ring instead. Rowan immediately goes to work raining down fists on his former ally at ringside. Grabbing an arm, Rowan whips Havok into the steel ring steps, Havok colliding back first so that he's left in a sitting position, his back to the steel. Eddie seizes the moment and returns the favor, delivering a sliding baseball kick to Jacob's groin. Havok screams out in pain as Eddie returns to his feet. Throwing a hand into the air, Rowan yells "BOUCHE" before giving Havok a shining wizard against the steel steps!

The crowd cringes at the impact of the move.

Masters: Rowan is absolutely brutal! This kind of force is positively uneccessary!

Daniels: Havok wanted blood, and it looks like Eddie, not Mike Monroe, will be the one to give it to him!

Havok looks completely unaware of his surroundings as he lies with his head against the floor. Rowan considers more punishment, but catches Kimo in the ring who is now back to his feet. Kimo waves Rowan on as if to say "Come on, son. Forget about him. Come play with me...dog." Rowan looks to the crowd who applaud the move. Rowan shrugs and kicks Havok in the gut for good measure before sliding into the ring where he and Kimo begin circling each other.

Daniels: Looks like Rowan has put the rivalry on the back burner in favor of spirited competition.

Both men charge simultaneously with a traditional lock up. Rowan quickly snatches up Kimo's arm in an arm wrench. Kimo gathers his bearings before reversing the hold into his own arm wrench. Rowan estimates his options before reversing the hold into a side headlock. Kimo fights to break Rowan's grip, before spinning behind Eddie with a reverse waist lock. Kimo's arms tightly bound around his waist, Eddie struggles to break the Hawaiian Hustler's grip, spinning back into his own reverse waist lock on Kimo. Following suit, Kimo strains to break the hold, catching Rowan with an arm drag. Rowan bounces back to his feet, Kimo charging in. Eddie side steps and nails Kimo with his own arm drag. Kimo rolls onto his feet as Eddie charges. Kimo catches him with a hip toss, but Rowan lands on his feet and attempts a hip toss on Kimo, with the same result. Both men pause to take a breath, the crowd eliciting great applause for the display of technical skill and reversals. Kimo and Rowan exchange a brief smile, holding out their hands to bump knuckles out of respect.

Daniels: These men are fine athletes and even better competitors.

Rowan and Kimo begin to circle each other once more, each man shaking his limbs loose as they do. Upon locking up again, Rowan takes control, going back to the side headlock. Kimo reverses, shoving Rowan off into the ropes. As Rowan comes running back, Kimo back body drops him. But Rowan lands on his feet, before thrusting a side kick towards Kimo's back. Kimo just barely catches the move coming, doing the splits to avoid Rowan's foot. Kimo attempts a school boy roll-up, putting Eddie on the mat.

1.....

Rowan rolls backwards out of the pin and then forward, grabbing Kimo's legs with a front rolling pin.

1.....

Kimo quickly rolls to his side so that Rowan is back down against the mat again.

1.....

Rowan rolls to his side, and now it is Kimo on the mat.

1.....

Kimo rolls backwards out of the pin, seperating the men for another quick breather, the crowd exploding with cheers at their technical finesse.

Masters: I don't generally care for these two, but you can't deny their skill.

Daniels: I couldn't agree more! They're practically evenly matched.

Rowan and Kimo try again for round three of their exhibition, but Rowan suddenly falls flat on his face; the result of Havok pulling his feet out from under him on the outside. The crowd boos the move, as Havok drags Eddie back out of the ring. Before Rowan can gather his bearings, Havok whips him face first into the steel post outside. A "KLANG!!!" sound echoes off the meeting of steel and skull. Kimo looks to enter the fray, but Havok is quick to climb on the apron long enough to grab Newton's head before returning to the floor, effectively choking Kimo on the top rope. Kim lands back down against the mat, grabbing at his windpipes. Havok grabs a steel chair from ringside... (Okay, so really he just shoved the time keeper to the floor, and stole his chair. I digress...) Havok's eyes glaze over, a malevolant grin encompassing his face as his gaze diverts from the steel chair, to the prone Eddie Rowan. Sinister in purpose, Havok slowly stalks his way upon Eddie.

Daniels: It appears as though Havok has a little retribution in mind for Rowan's earlier assault.

Masters: Blast his brains against the floor, Jacob!

As though he could actually have heard Masters, Havok raises the steel chair to the sky and then brings it crashing down unceremoniously against Rowan's skull. Eddie's body begins to convulse in spasms. But Havok is hardly through, as he continues to drive chair shot after chair shot into Eddie's unconscious head. Once again, he begins to make an annoyance of himself through his shouting.

Havok: WHERE'S MIKE, EDDIE?!? *chair shot* WHERE'S YOUR SO CALLED "FRIEND"?!? *chair shot* WHO'S GONNA SAVE YOU, EDDIE?!? *attempted chair shot*

I say "attempted" because Kimo had found his second wind and rained on Havok's little party with an asai moonsault to the outside of the ring, onto the preoccupied Havok.

Daniels: Looks like Kimo made the save!

Masters: I swear, Havok's obsession is going to blow it!

Kimo pauses long enough to check out Eddie's condition. Looking satisfied but extremely pissed off, Kimo grabs Havok's head and bounces it off the steel guard rail. Havok looks dazed again as Kimo grabs his head and drives it into the steel once more. Effectively out of touch with reality, Havok swings his fists wildly before falling on his face. Kimo picks Havok up and rolls him into the ring. Kimo takes to the top turnbuckle, waiting with anticipation as Havok rolls onto his back. Kimo bounces off the ropes delivering a dose of Starship Pain. (ie: because I don't know what else to call the damn thing) Kimo makes the cover.

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Masters: Hah! Havok still has some fight left in him!

Daniels: I don't think that was intentional. Looked like a muscle spasm from here.

Masters: It was very intentional! And do you know how I know?

Daniels: How?

Masters: Because he's Jacob Havok and he's better than you! Hah!

Daniels: you know he thinks he's better than you too, right?

Masters: Bah. No one is better than me.

Kimo follows up, bringing Havok back to his feet. He nails a series of chest chops and back hands, splintering Jacob's chest until it's beet red. He tucks Havok's head under his arm and grabs Havok's opposite leg for a fisherman suplex, but once he has Havok in the air he begins to spin in small circles in place. Six turns in, Kimo falls backwards, completing the suplex. Kimo quickly bounces back to his feet with a burst of adrenaline, screaming "HOOTIE-HOO" at the top of his lungs.

Crowd: HOOTIE-HOOOOOO!

Havok looks naseaus after the six spins upside down in the air. Hand over his mouth, he stumbles about trying to get to his feet, his world obviously still spinning. Kimo grabs Havok and whips him into a corner, following up with a high impact "Kimo Splash". Near oblivion, Havok stumbles forward where Kimo turns him so that he's facing the turnbuckle. Kimo grabs Havok from behind with an atomic drop, but places Havok on the top turnbuckle instead so that he's facing the crowd. Kimo carefully climbs up behind Havok, throwing his hands to the heavens.

Daniels: Here comes the Bottle Opener!!!

Kimo leaps onto Havok's back for the reverse frankensteiner, but Havok somehow finds the cognisance to grab the turnbuckle post firmly, leaving Kimo to back flip off to the mat on his face instead. Sensing an opportunity, Havok stays atop the turnbuckle before leaping off with a diving knee drop to Kimo's face.

Masters: Havok will not die!

Daniels: Wait. What's he doing? Why is he looking over here?

Jacob Havok, still stumbling, exits the ring and approaches the commentator's desk. He quickly snatches up the purple and gold felt bag that is the signature of Crown Royal whiskey, and makes his way back to the ring. With his free hand, he drags Kimo by a leg towards the corner again. He forces Kimo to his feet, back in the corner. Havok suddenly begins to unscrew the top of the whiskey bottle, slapping Kimo in the face as he does so. He firmly grasps Kimo's mouth, squeezing his jaw so that his mouth lies open. He begins pouring the Crown Royal down Kimo's throat and face, still shouting. (writers note: in my imaginary world, Havok NEVER shuts up)

Havok: HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, KIMO?!?

Kimo sputters, flailing about under Havok's grasp. Suddenly, Kimo seems to recognize what's going on as Havok continues to pour the alcohol.

Havok: HOW DOES IT TASTE, KIMO?!? HUH?!?

Suddenly, Kimo appears to be swallowing the whiskey on the spot. Confused, Havok stops pouring the drink. Kimo's eyes are now wide like a light bulb turned on in his brain. He grabs the bottle, still in Havok's hand, and turns it towards his mouth once more. Havok quickly freaks out, and tries to stop aiding Kimo's addiction. Now the two are steadily fighting over the bottle.

Daniels: Big mistake by Havok. Kimo loves the booze!

Masters: It's like he was Popeye and that bottle is his spinach!

In the ring, Havok and Kimo continue trying to wrestle the bottle away from the other man. Finally, Kimo shrugs and gives in, letting go. Havok holds the bottle up with a confident look on his face, suggesting he won the struggle. Kimo grins and then punches the bottle backwards into Havok's face! The bottle shatters within the bag soaking Havok's face in whiskey and blood from when the bottle and his nose collided. Havok suddenly begins freaking out, the aroma of the Crown Royal saturating against his skin. He runs around the ring frantically, going so far as to grab the referee's shirt to try and wipe the substance off his face. Now the referee is running from Havok who continues to give chase. Unknown to him however, by some miracle, Rowan has found his way to the top of another turnbuckle. In his hand he holds the very same steel chair that caused him so much pain before. By the time Havok sees him, it's too late. Rowan flies through the air with a shooting star press into a dropkick, driving the steel chair into Havok's already busted open face!

Masters: HOLY HELL!!!

Daniels: HOLY SHIT!!!

Joey Styles: OH MY GOD!!!

Matt Covey in real life: DAMN!!! *stops writing to go grab a beer*

The crowd is in an uproar. Havok is completely unconscious having fell back against the ropes and tumbling to the outside from the attack. This leaves Rowan and Kimo in the ring to the crowd's delight, however, Rowan is still focused on Jacob Havok's lifeless form. Kimo attempts a quick roll up on Rowan!

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Both men scramble to their feet, but it's Kimo who throws the first kick. Rowan catches his opponent's leg, so Kimo follows through with an enziguri! But Rowan quickly ducks the incoming leg, releasing Kimo's captured leg so that Newton lands on both feet, his back to Rowan. Seizing the moment, Rowan leapfrogs over Kimo's back into a head-scissors that drives Kimo to the mat with a beautiful inverted Canadian Destroyer he so affectionately calls...

Daniels: ENDGAME!!! Rowan nails Kimo with the Endgame!!!

Masters: What?!? No!!!

Rowan with the pin.

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Daniels: Rowan's done it! He managed to come back from that hellacious assault to win it all!

Masters: But he pinned Kimo! There's no way he's better than Jacob Havok. Jacob Havok is better than you!

"Slip Slide Melting" picks up once again, the CZW universe on their feet with a standing ovation!

Kimo lies broken and beaten in the ring, as the fans are at a loss for words from the amazing match they have just witnessed. Eddie Rowans' music begins to fade, as kimo slowly rises to his feet. He looks around the arena, disappointment on his face, but then an idea seems to hit him. He calls to someone on the outside of the ring, and waves them over. An attendant brings Kimo a bottle of his favorite Jamaican Rum! Kimo walks to the center of the ring, and raises the bottle above his head.

Kimo: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH DOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!

Kimo tilts the bottle slightly, but before the rum inside can exit and enter his lips, "Reckless Youth" by Pillar hits, and the fans begin to boo! From behind the curtain comes the smirking face of the CZW Intercontinental Champion, "The Reaper" Brian Kirkland. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp, and chuckles a bit, before turning back to the entrance. From behind the curtain, Mike King, Knox Harper, and Chris Tolwar at King's request enter, carrying a massive red X! Kirkland slowly makes his way down the ramp, his hands held together as if in a prayer position, the rest of YA and Tolwar hauling this idol of their lifestyle down to the rng. Kimo begins yelling at them, though the words could not be made out. The group of four stopped at the bottom of the ramp, each looking at Kimo with nothing but a siniter amusment in their eyes.

Kimo shakes his head, as Kirkland places his arms out to the side, signifying that Youthful Aggression was here to give Kimo the "Savior" treatment. Kimo goes to exit the ring, but as soon as he moves, the lights in the arena are killed! Screams from the fans fill the air, and flashes from cameras throughout the arena, give the blackened room light for split-seconds, like lightning in a raging storm. Kimo brings the bottle down, looking around the strobe affected arena, trying to figure out what's going on.

Suddenly, "I Never Wanted" by As I Lay Dying blares though the speakers, and the fans erupt into a frenzy. The flashing of the cameras begin again. One flash goes off, nothing is in the ring but Kimo in his bit of confusion. Two flashes, still nothing but Kimo and his bottle of rum. Well, as they say, third times' the charm. The flash of every camera in the arena goes, off, and for a brief second, we could see that now Kimo was joined by three other figures in the ring!

The lights turn back on to reveal that Kimo was surrounded by Ryan Shane and his associates! Kimo stares down the faces of Selena Abercrombie and Axel St.james, both of their eyes darkened with make-up, Youthful Aggresion shirts covering their bodies. Selena smirks as Axel simply stares on. The fans rise to their feet as they realize that Ryan Shane is standing right behind Kimo, dawning his new studdded hood coat with the "Straight Edge Angel" decal on the back. Ryan slowly removes the hood, and reaches for the chain he wears around his neck. As he pulls the chain off, the arena hits it's maximum level of intensity! At the end of Ryan's chain hangs his signature Railroad Spike! Ryan grips the spike, and his cool demeanor vanishes, as he screams out in a blood-curdeling yell, and Kimo turns into a running Railroad Spike to the forehead! Kimo hits the ground, Ryan following after him, raining spike shot after spike shot into the head of his enemy. The blood of kimo Newton pours down onto the mat, but Ryan would not stop! Deeper and depeer the wounds on Kimo's head got, as Ryan relentlesly rains stab after stab onto his unconcious body. While this happens, YA slides the giant X into the ring, and Brian Kirkland enters the ring. He movs toward Ryan, walking passed the blank stares of St.James and Abercrombie.

Kirkland pulls on the shoulders of Shane, who won't budge from his assault! Kirkland pulls harder, but Ryan gives out a blood-thirsty roar, and continues the attack! Kirkland pulls even harder, managing to pull Shane from the motionless body of Newton at the cost of becomming the new target! Ryan turns to Kirkland, his eyes widening, realizing that he had just ended what Ryan waited so long for. He slowly walks toward Kirkland, who backs up at the sight of the Railroad spike! Before damage could be done, Axel St.james places a hand on Shane.

Axel: "Calm down, remember he's our brother in arms."

Ryan looks at Axel with regret in his eyes, then places the bloodied spike back around his neck. Kirkland, still keeping his eyes on Shane, motions to the rest of Youthful Aggression to lift the X upright. The massive red X stands tall in the arena, and to a chorus of boos, King, Harper, and tolwar lifts Kimo up, leaning him against it. From under the ring, Selena Abercrombie pulls what appeared to be pieces of rope, showing that this was planned out in advance. As she hands the rope to Mike King, Ryan shoves King away, glaring at him, before taking the rope himself. he walks to the center of the ring, staring at kimo for a moment, before he lifts Kimo's right arm, and with one piece, ties him to the X! He repeats this motion to every one of his limbs, binding Newton to the symbol of the very thing he has been disrespecting! The fans volume of boos increases as "The Hoodlum from Hawaii" lies motionless, crucified on the X!

Ryan turns to the now gathered group of youthful Aggression, scanning them, before nodding in approval. The group now smirks, as Kirkland walks over to Shane, and the two shake hands! The rest of the group goes to greet what appears to be the newest members of YA, Shane's followers! Ryan turns to the fans, followed by the rest of the group, as he throws up the Straight Edge X, falling to his knees, as Kimo lays crucified behind him. The rest of YA soon mimics his motion, they two throwing up an X with their arms, Axel St.James placing his arms outwards in a "crucifix" position, and Chris Tolwar raising his arms in the air.

Waters: Jesus Christ. This is outrageous!

Masters: I'm at a loss for words, myself. Wow.

Daniels: ... Let's go to something else, I'm ill.

On June 13th, 2010... CZW proudly presents one of its annual pay-per-view events...

Bodies will be bruised. Titles will be on the line. Violence will be rampant, and chaos will ensue...

AND WE WOULDN'T WANT IT ANY OTHER WAY!!

Live at the Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York...

CZW'S SUMMER SHOWDOWN 2010!!

featuring...

"The Colossus" Garrett William and "Mountain Man" Joshua Newsome will settle their differences once and for all in a Monster's Ball match!!

"The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw will fight his old nemesis Jakob Mayhem for the vacant Ultraviolent title in a Falls Count Anywhere match!!

Tatum Regan with Mike Monroe will face half-sister Lauren Caramazzi with Jacob Havok in a match with stipulation TBD!!

The annual Ultimate X Chamber match for the X-Division title, with champion Tim Timmons, "Psycho" Sam Attic, Krimzon Blaze, Ryan Shane, Johnny Kerosene, & Eddie Rowan!!

A CZW X-Division dream match as the returning "Five Star Superstar" El Pablo takes on "Celine Dion's Favorite Wrestler" Brian Blaze!!

Newly crowned Intercontinental champion Brian Kirkland will defend his title in a Fatal Four Way match against Kimo Newton, Mike King, & Alex Kaelin!!

And the main event....

CZW World Heavyweight champion Alan Fiscus with Frank Finch in his corner will put the title on the line against 2010 Tower of Power winner Karl "The Jackal" Jackson... with Godzilla Sawyer in Karl's corner!!

Don't be one of those losers who reads results on the internet, order TODAY!

Ryan Lewis is seen on the screen as El Pablo and Brian Blaze are standing on each side of him. There is a giant wheel behind them as Ryan begins to speak.

Ryan: It’s been a crazy night of challenges and here we are tied up at two challenges a piece. Brian Blaze with a seemingly unimaginable come back yet here we are at the final challenge.

Johnny Kerosene is then seen spinning the giant wheel. He then notices that people are staring at him as he then hops off the step as he goes over beside Brian Blaze as they all stand and watch the wheel spin.

Ryan: The challenge is both men will be tied to the wheel and have five flaming knives thrown at them. Whoever is hit with the least amount of knives wins.

EP then gets a worried expression….we think hard to tell through the mask…..on his face as Brian gets excited.

Brian: ALRIGHT! This one is in the bag.

El Pablo: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Hold up one moment. Brian allow me to off you a proposal.

Brian: I don’t think so dude, I don’t swing that way.

El Pablo: NO! Idiot, I mean another challenge.

Brian: OH I get it, always a bridesmaid never a bride?

El Pablo: What?

Brian: I have no idea….Anyways go!

El Pablo: The fifth and final challenge will be this. A Tag Match!

Brian: Go on…

El Pablo: You and a partner take on myself and a Partner. If you and your partner win you get to pick our stipulation at Summer Showdown, WHEN me and my partner win I get to pick the stipulation at Summer Showdown….. What do you say?

Brian takes a few minutes to think about it as he then gives his response.

Brian: I think it’s safe to say I’m gonna go with the knife throwing competition….

Johnny then smacks Brian in the back of the head.

Brian: I mean the Tag Team Match. Johnny, this will be our first Tag Team Match since we won the tag belts.

Johnny: About freaking time man. I think he can take road kill over here?

Brian: That Amish wrestler is here?

Johnny: No, I was referring to EP.

Brian: Oh, but of course. Well Pabs your challenge is accepted.

Pablo: I was hoping you would accept. For I have one of the greatest partners of all time in mind. I have someone you people would have never thought of. I have someone that will make you quiver in your little boots…..

Brian and Johnny and Ryan all stare a hole right through El Pablo as he eventually cracks.

Pablo: Alright it’s KB fine! BUT YOU SHOULD STILL BE WORRIED! EL FUEGO IS BACK! KRIMZON BLAZE IS BACK!

Brian: Comforting, I get to beat both of you at the same time. This is going to be fun.

Pablo: Tag Title Match?

Kerosene: Hell No!

Pablo: Fair Enough.

Ryan Lewis: There you have it ladies and gentlemen. Next Overdrive in Toronto Ontario Canada….

Brian: CANADA!

Kerosene: STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ENGLAND!

Pablo: I heard that old bean!

Kerosene and El Pablo then high five as Ryan just continues.

Ryan: We will have the reigning Tag Team Champions taking on the returning El Fuego. This will be the first time we have seen either Krimzon Blaze or El Pablo compete in a CZW ring in a LONG time. The outcome will have huge effects on the Summer Showdown match up. Any last words?

El Pablo: Tony Blair Don’t Want Me Having Sex…

Ryan: He’s not even Prime Minister even more….

Johnny: HELLO CLEVELAND!

Ryan: We’re in Canada.

Brian: I like Avenging!

Ryan: Yes, this is sure to be a riveting contest….

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- TAG TEAM WARFARE! -=-
Alan Fiscus & Sam Attic vs The Jackal & Tim Timmons

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is tonight’s MAIN EVENT, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…”

“Wanted Man” plays, and Tim Timmons heads out onto the ramp, the fans in the Combat Zone actually cheering him on.

Towers: “Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and representing the Next Generation, he is the current CZW X DIVISION CHAMPION, ‘the King of Chaos,’ TIM…TIMMONS!!”

Tim heads to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, removing his belt and holding it above his head. He moves down and crosses the ring, performing the same pose on the opposite corner before his music cuts, being replaced by “Path,” heralding the arrival of his partner.

Towers: “And his tag-team partner, hailing from Orlando, Florida...’the Jackal,’ KARL…JACKSON!!”

The lights have dimmed down and lights quickly flash on either side of the stage in a prismatic strobe. The shrouded form of Karl Jackson stalks down towards the ring, the hood of his jacket up over his head. As he enters the ring he pulls the hood back, looking out to the crowd and then to his partner, acknowledging him with a nod. Removing his coat, Jackson stands beside Timmons as they both await the arrival of their opponents. The fans boo loudly as “Streetcleaner” plays, heralding the arrival of the Fiscus brothers.

Towers: “And introducing their opponents, both hailing from Wichita, Kansas, ‘Psycho’ SAM ATTIC and the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION,’ the Sadistic Solution,’ ALAN…FISCUS!!

Fiscus and Attic head out onto the ramp with Hellena who walks a little bit behind the duo. Alan and Sam have serious looks on their faces as they walk down to the ring, apparently discussing some sort of strategy. They head to the ring apron and nod to eachother, circling the ring on opposite sides. Suddenly, they both dive in! Jackal and Timmons rush to meet them and this match begins with a brawl!

*DING-DING!*

Daniels: “There goes the bell and we’ve got ourselves a fight right off the bat! Fiscus and Jackal are slugging it out against the ropes while Timmons and Sam trade shots in the corner! Fiscus whips Jackal into the ropes, but Jackson reverses…clothesline from Jackson! Timmons now up in the corner, raining down punches into the face of Attic, the crowd counting along!”

Masters: “Ironic that the first time these people have counted this high, it’s TIMMONS of all people teaching them!”

Waters: “Ha! As much as I hate to admit it, that was rather funny. Jackson now with Alan’s foot, already going for the Jackal Lock!! But Fiscus is trying to drag himself out of the ring! Hellena now grabs Alan’s hands, trying to help pull him out!! Look at that! Jackson pulls Alan back, who in turn drags Hellena INTO the ring!!”

Daniels: “In the near corner, Attic grabs Timmons and drops to the side, hitting ‘the King of Chaos’ with a stun gun! Attic quickly recovers and leaps up, nailing the Jackal with an enziguri, breaking the hold. Hellena and Alan both head to the outside and it looks as if referee Stephanie D is telling Timmons to get to his corner, leaving Sam Attic and Karl Jackson as the legal men in the ring. Attic pulls the Jackal to his feet and takes him back down with a snap-suplex. Attic rolls through onto his opponent and begins unloading with a series of rapid-fire punches, going ballistic!”

Masters: “Going ‘psycho,’ if you will. Sam back up, pulling Jackson to a seated position and hitting the far ropes…running dropkick to his seated opponent! Attic now with the cover, hooking the leg!”

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Waters: “Attic pulls the Jackal up and drags him to his corner, tagging in Alan. The Fiscus Brothers now lifting Jackson up for a double suplex…OH! They drop the Jackal down waist-first over the top rope!! Jackson falls back into the ring, clutching his abdomen in pain! Alan pulls Jackson up and hoists him onto his shoulders…INVERTED SAMOAN DROP!! OW!! Alan rolls Jackson over, going for the cover!”

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Daniels: “Both Sam and Alan looking a bit frustrated now. Alan bounds off the far ropes and connects with a big knee-drop, now heading for the top ropes! Fiscus is up and…wait, Timmons!! Timmons is shaking the ropes and the champion is unbalanced-OW!! Fiscus slipped and CROTCHED himself on the top turnbuckle!!”

Waters: “The fans are LOVING that!”

Masters: “Shenanigans! These people are cheering Timmons but it’s clear that he hasn’t changed any of his rule-breaking habits!”

Daniels: “Meanwhile, the Jackal has made his way back to his feet and he is going after the champion! Jackson up to the middle ropes, hooking his arms around the champ…OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! Both Alan and Jackson are down after that move!! The fans cheer on the Jackal as he tries to crawl to his corner!”

Waters: “It’s going to be close, but it looks like…yes, both men make the tags! Sam runs in and Timmons ducks a lariat, taking Attic down with one of his own! Attic back up and Timmons nails him with another one! Timmons off the far ropes but Hellena grabs his foot, tripping him up! Attic takes advantage and nails Tim with a running elbow, staggering him against the ropes! Sam whips Timmons into the ropes…reversed! Attic handsprings against the ropes...HANDSPRING ENZIGURI!! Amazing athleticism by Sam Attic there. Attic back on the attack now, pulling Tim to his feet and leaping up with a double-knee strike to Timmons’ head! Tim is backed into the corner and Sam runs to the far side, charging in…but Timmons gets the feet up!!”

Daniels: “Attic is staggered but he rushes Tim again, and again Tim counters with a snap-spinebuster!!”

Masters: “The cover! KICK OUT, SAM!!”

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Waters: “Close call, but Attic able to stay in this one! Timmons now to his feet, waiting for Sam to stand up. A boot to the gut and now Timmons has him up for a piledriver…cradles the arm…YES! Cradle piledriver!! Timmons tags the Jackal who climbs to the top! MOONSAULT CONNECTS!! Jackal for the win!!”

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Daniels: “Fiscus jumped in just in time to break up the pin, now wailing away on the Jackal! Timmons is back in now, though, and he and the Jackal go to work on Fiscus with the double team! They whip the champ into the ropes…DOUBLE BACKDROP!! What elevation!!”

Waters: “Don’t look now, but here comes the cavalry…”

Masters: “Yes! Bloody yes!!”

Daniels: “Frank Finch and Garrett William are heading down to ringside as the Jackal has Attic up, setting him up for the Apocalypse!! He connects and bridges for the pin!!”

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Daniels: “Garret William reached in at the last second and pulled Jackson’s foot out from under him, breaking the pin! The fans in attendance are booing them out of the building but not only was the pin broken, it went unnoticed by Stephanie!”

Waters: “Here come TNG!! Sawyer, Caleb, and Mountain Man now heading out to even the odds!!”

Daniels: “In the ring, the Fiscus Brothers and the Jackal and Timmons are all in, the match quickly turning to pandemonium!! Jackson going for a running clothesline on Fiscus, but Alan out of NOWHERE hits a belly-to-belly suplex!! Fiscus goes for a cover, but Jackson grabs him…attempting to lock in the JACKSON CRUSH!! Alan struggles to keep himself out of the hold, meanwhile Timmons is stomping away at Attic in the corner, now lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle!”

Waters: “Here at ringside, Mountain Man and Garrett William are going at it, but Newsome has acquired a chair!!”

*FWACK!!*

Masters: “What a sick chair-shot, but William refuses to go down!! Sawyer and Walker have Finch surrounded, but Hellena leaps onto Godzilla’s back, shrieking and clawing at his eyes!! And wait, from the crowd!! EZRA MAYHEM!!”

Waters: “Ezra Mayhem leaps the guard rail and slams into Walker like a freight train! Both men hit the floor in a tumble, fists flailing at one another!! Finch gets away scot free and now look at him, sneaking into the ring!! Timmons has Attic up on his shoulders for the Canadian Driver!”

Daniels: “Who is that…it’s Jakob Mayhem out from under the ring, steel pipe in hand!! He swings from the floor and cracks Timmons in the lower back with it!! Attic slides like an eel off Tim’s shoulder and shoves Timmons who falls right towards Finch!! PICTURE PERFECT IN MIDAIR!! Sam leaps off and rushes over with a baseball-slide kick to Jackson, freeing Alan who sprawls away from the Jackal’s clutches! Frank yanks Alan towards Tim and Fiscus covers!!”

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*DING-DING-DING!!*

Waters: “The match is over, but the fight is just beginning!!”

Daniels: “Alan and Sam pick up the win, but with no time to celebrate! Sawyer is in the ring and he TEARS Finch’s head off with a lariat, then grabs Alan, yanking him off of Timmons and lifting him up…slamming him hard to the mat with the Atomic Drop Slam!! Newsome with a big running kick has taken William off his feet and OVER the guard rail! He could’ve crushed someone!!”

Masters: “More like some valiant fan would have sacrificed themselves to save him from injury, Daniels!”

Waters: “Ezra Mayhem has Caleb Walker in a full-nelson and Jakob charges with that steel pipe, taking a swing at Walker’s midsection…but Caleb moves!! Jakob hits Ezra and then Caleb takes advantage of the distraction, tackling Jakob into the ring-post!! The Jackal has Sam by the foot as he tried to escape, cinching in the Jackal Lock! Attic howls in pain, trying to escape!!”

Masters: “This is a travesty!! Someone STOP these people!!”

Daniels: “Sawyer helps Tim up and nods to him, heading to the top rope! Timmons pulls Fiscus to his feet and sets him up…good lord, could it be!? YES!! T-CRUSHER BY TIMMONS ON FISCUS!! T-CRUSHER ON FISCUS!! The World Champion is out, and here comes the proverbial icing on the cake!! WRECKING BALL FROM SAWYER!! The Jackal and the Next Generation all stand tall over the Fiscus Clan, and the fans here in Winnipeg are LOVING it!!”

Waters: “They definitely made a statement here tonight that they are standing united against tyranny! Tune in to the next Overdrive as Alan Fiscus goes one on one with Godzilla Sawyer, as well as a #1 contendership four-way for the tag-team titles and much, much more! For my colleagues Jarred Daniels and William Masters, I’m Shawn Waters, and this has been CZW OVERDRIVE!!”