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CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
December 27th 2010
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- EPITOME VS. HIGHLIGHT REEL! -=-
-=- HANGMAN'S HORROR MATCH! -=-
-=- A TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH PREVIEW! -=-
-=- CZW ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE TABLES, LADDERS & CHAIRS MATCH! -=-
-=- CZW VS. RENEGADES! -=-
-=- NJAW/CZW SHOWCASE MATCH! -=-
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The feed cuts from the announce table to a backstage shot, where we see a camera focused on a door with the sign “CZW HEADQUARTERS” affixed to it. Inside, a voice can be heard talking on the phone.
Voice: “Okay, so I have your word that you’ll be at Extreme Insurrection? ... I would expect no less from you. We’ll see you in Tokyo, then. ...Okay, bye.”
A cacophony of cackles can be heard from within the room once the voice hangs up on the call.
Voice: Nobody’s ever going to see this coming.
As the cackling continues, the door opens to reveal the one and only Derek Damage, dressed to the nines as per usual. He struts out of his office, clearly pleased with whatever move he’s just made. He turns a corner, only to find himself face to face with a fuming Theresa Baines.
Baines: What’s got you so happy, Damage? Did your Viagra shipment come in or something?
Damage: Ahh, just the woman I was looking for! I love how you thought you could one-up me by announcing Extreme Insurrection’s main event on the last Overdrive; you’re probably real proud of yourself, aren’t you? You know, because you’re finally making big girl decisions and all.
Theresa eyes Damage with a scowl; the CZW owner responds with a sinister laugh before turning serious and getting into Baines’ face.
Damage: ...But you should have known better than to meddle in the affairs of the man who created Combat Zone Wrestling and oversaw its rise to the top. You should also know better than to think you’ve got a step up on me, because I’m always thinking ahead whether you like it or not.
Theresa’s eyes narrow as she rears back, intent on slapping Damage in the face. However, Derek blocks the slap by grabbing her arm and lowering it back down to her waist.
Damage: At the end of the day, Tessie... This is war, and I am the ultimate strategist intent upon doing what’s right for Combat Zone Wrestling. With that in mind, I strongly suggest you pay attention to what I have to say later on tonight... I have a surprise for the PPV, you see... because if you don’t... Well, I can assure you that you won’t like what you see.
On that note, Damage struts past Overdrive’s General Manager, leaving her dumbfounded as to what Damage could be talking about. The feed cuts back to the trio of Daniels, Masters, and Keenan at ringside. DANIELS: "Wow, hello everybody! What does Derek have to say later tonight?" KEENAN: "It's all a bluff." MASTERS: "Just like Collum was a bluff last show?" KEENAN: "Collum is a sell out, who needs him!" DANIELS: "However it helps you get through the pain of defeat, Barry. Let's get this party started right off, with a NJAW vs. CZW match up!"
-=- NJAW/CZW SHOWCASE MATCH! -=- Towers: Ladies and gentlemen...this is the opening match of the evening. The follwing match is schedueled for one fall and is a CZW vs.NJAW showcase. ("I'm Shipping up to Boston" hits the PA system as the crowd erupts into cheers. "Irish" Ian Chadwick comes from behind the curtain carrying his trademark bottle of Samuel Adams. He makes his way down the entrance ramp swigging the delcious beverage and shaking the hands of the elated japanese fans.) Towers: Introducing first...from South Buffalo, New York...weighing in tonight at 201 lbs....IRISH...IAN CHADWICK! (Ian makes his way into the ring and sets his bottle down in the corner. He walks past Jessica Towers and winks at her as he climbs to the middle rope and raises his hand to the crowd.) Daniels: Ian looks ready for buisness. I wonder how he's feeling after Tim Timmons cost him the Television Title two weeks ago on Overdrive? Masters: Tim didn't cost Ian anything! Rob Wright won that match fair and square. Daniels: That may be the case, but I'm sure Ian feels differently. Heenan: Who cares what Ian feels? The Mountain Man should have won. Were you two even watching the same match as me? Daniels: I don't even know how to respond to that, Barry. (The New Japan Pro Wrestling theme hits the PA for obvious reasons as "The Yokohama Dragon" Kazuo Ishii comes from behind the curtain to an echoing array of cheers.) Towers: Introducing second...from Yokohama, Japan...weighing in at 189 lbs....he is "The Yokohama Dragon"...KAZUO ISHII! Daniels: "The Yokohama Dragon" forgoing his usual theme for that of his promotion today. No doubt an act of unbridaled loyalty. Masters: I like this chap already. Daniels: Yes...you've always been known for your loyalty, William. (Both men stand in there respective corners as the referee signals for the time keeper to ring the bell. The two men walk to the center of the ring and shake hands before begining to circle eachother. Ishii throws a leg kick that is checked by Ian with a smile. Ian throws a right jab which is parried by Ishii. They then engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. They struggle for a moment before Ishii forces Ian into a corner. The referee calls for the break and begins to count...1...2...3...4...Ishii releases.) Daniels: Kazuo Ishii trying to establish his strength early on in the match. Masters: Can either of these little fellows "establish strength" as you so elliquently put it? (Ishii releases Ian and both men head back to the center of the ring. Ian smiles before going in for a second collar and elbow but is met by a knee to the gut by Ishii.) Masters: Good counter by the little asian fellow. Daniels: You do realize that Kazuo Ishii is a fan favorite and a "good guy" in New Japan, right? Masters: I like anyone who beats that incouragable Irishman. Daniels: Are you still upset over that beer inciddent? Masters: No...of course not...maybe...a little... (Ian is hunched over from the knee as Ishii runs into the ropes...he comes back towards Ian and lands a hard knee lift to his head as Ian falls face first into the mat. Ishii picks Ian up by his head then sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip...how ironic...and goes for a high switch-kick, but Ian slides underneath. Ian jumps back to his feet and lands a hard front kick to Ishii's chest sending crashing to the mat.) Daniels: What a kick by Ian! We've seen him use that kick several times since his return, each time more devestating and accurate than the last. Master: Bullocks! Keenan: If that were a Renegade in there, that wouldn't of happened. (Ian points out to the crowd, yelling to them before picking up Ishii. Ian stands him up straight...puts his guard up... SHMACK!!! Ian lands a crushing right hook to the body of Ishii foldinig him up instantaneously and sending him crumbling to the mat. Ian walks over to the side of the ring where the anounce table is...) Ian: How'd ya like that, boys? Daniels: Always the cavalier. Masters: Oh, go back to the match, you bloody moron. (Ian chuckles slightly and smiles...unaware that The Yokohama Dragon has recovered from the body blow and is standing behind him. He rolls Ian up with a small package but Ian kicks out...Ian goes for a clothesline but Ishii ducks and whips Ian into the ropes...Ishii ducks down for an attempt at a back-body drop but is met with a kick to the chops by Ian...Ian grabs Ishii in position for a vertical suplex...Ishii blocks by wrapping his leg around Ian's...again...punch to Ian's gut...another...Ishii bounces back first off the near-side ropes and attempts a dropkick that's parried by Ian...Ian attempts an elbow drop but Ishii rolls out of harms way...both men stand across the ring from eachother with smerks on there faces...the crowd errupts into applause...) Daniels: Quite a display of athletic prowess being put on by both these men here. Heenan: No one wants to see this! These fans want action! Daniels: The fans seem to be enjoying this match if you ask me, Barry. (The two men circle eachother again, each more cautious than before...Ishii abandons caution and charges Ian...with cat-like reflexes Ian lifts Ishii and slams him down with a sit-down spinebuster. Ian imeadiatly jumps to his feet and runs to the corner, grabbing the top ropes and jumping onto them. He turns himself around and.........) Daniels: OH MY GOD! Did you see the elevation on that elbow drop?! He nearly hit his head on the ceiling! Ishii is down and Ian goes for the cover..... . . . . 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . KICK OUT! Daniels: Ishii barely kicks out in time! Masters: That was a fast count! (Ishii kicks out just before the ref hits the mat for the three count. Ian stands up and lands a few stomps on Ishii before picking him up to his feet. He takes Ishii's arm to Irish Whip him into the corner but Ishii counters sending Ian back first into the turnbuckle. Ishii follows behind him....... SMACK!!!!! Daniels: OH MY GOD! I think I seen one of Ian's teeth come out! Masters: If he has any left... (Ishii lands a hard knee to Ian's face sending him face first to the mat. Ishii picks Ian up near the corner and sets him up on the top turnbuckle.) Daniels: What's Kazuo have in mind now? Masters: Hopefully something to finish off this raging drunk! (Ishii attempts a superplex but Ian blocks. Ian shoves Ishii to the mat...Ishii stands to his feet while Ian is still perched on the top rope......) Daniels: DROPKICK MURPHY! Ian landed his patented missle dropkick and Kazuo failed in his attempt to take him over with a superplex! This could be it! Ian goes for the cover! . . . . . . . 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . NOOOOO! Daniels: Ishii kicks out again! what his keeping in this match?! Masters: Get on your feet, you damn China-man, and finish him off! Keenan: Listen to this limey prick, will ya?! Daniels: Kazuo Ishii is Japanese, you racist retards. (Ian, obviously frustrated, goes to the corner where he left his bottle of beer and takes a drink from it, his back turned on his opponent. He swigs again slowly turning back towards his downed enemy....or so he thought...... CRUSH/SMACK!!!!! Daniels: GOOD LORD! Ishii just superkicked Ian in the mouth while he drinking from that glass bottle! Keenan: We've seen that bottle give him trouble before...you'd think he'd switch to cans. (The blood instantaniously begins to pour from several small cuts on Ian's face, concentrated near his mouth. Ishii smells blood, both litterally and figurativly, and begins stomping Ian on the head and chest. He picks Ian up in a fireman's carry and drops him hard with a lifting gutbuster. Ian writhes in pain as Ishii goes for the cover...... . . . . . . 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 2 15/16!!!!!!! Daniels: I can't believe he kicked out! I thought for sure New Japan was going to pick up a win here! (Ishii argues with the referee claiming that it was a three count, not realizing that the CZW staff doesn't speak Japanese. Ian slowly rolls over, whipping the blood from his face. He stands to his feet and grabs Ishii with a waistlock from behind..... Daniels: German suplex by Ian....he holds the bridge.... . . . . . . . . 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . Daniels: Ishii kicks out before the three count. (Ian knows he most likely won't get another chance to keep Ishii down so he grabs him by his arm......and the lands a fierce IRISH HAND GRENADE sending Ishii smashing to the mat..... Daniels: I think he tore his head off with that clothesline. Ian is going for the........ (Cutting Jared Daniels off mid-sentence by the Combatron flickering, as a television would if there were no signal.) Daniels: What's going on here? Hey guys....can you fix this? Masters: I think I know what's going on. (Just then Tim Timmons appears on the Combatron with a smile on his face.) Timmons: Hey Chadwick! (Ian Takes his attention off his opponent and focuses on the Combatron.) Timmons: Hey, you son of a bitch! You think I was just going to stand by while climb the rankings? You think I was just going to let you come and get me? (Ian is screaming at the Combatron, spitting and red-faced. What he doesn't notice is Kazuo Ishii recovered behind him. Ishii runs towrds him with a full head of steam and........... THWACK!!!!!! Ian lands THE WHISKEY LULLABY on Ishii before he could complete what he was attempting. Ishii now lies motionless behind Ian.) Timmons: You want a piece of me?! I'm waiting back stage for you! (Ian climbs out of the ring as the referee pleads with him not to. Ian slowly starts to make his way up the ramp as the ref begins the count..... . . . . 1. . . . . 2. . . . . (Ian begins to to yell at the ref..."Give me a second!" he yells as he turns back towards to Combatron.) . . . . . 3 . . . . . 4. . . . . Daniels: Hey, who's that. A fan just jumped the barrier! . . . . . . 5. . . . . . (A man in a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans jumps the ramp behind Ian..... THWACK!!!! Daniels: MY GOD! That fan just hit Ian with what appears to be a lead pipe! . . . . . . 6. . . . . . . Masters: I think I'm this fan's new number one fan! (The man pulls back his hood and reveals himself to be Tim Timmons.) Daniels: That son of a bitch! He just cost Ian another match!. . . . . . . . 7. . . . . . . 8. . . . . . . . 9. . . . . . . . 10!!!!! Daniels: The referee just counted out Ian! Ishii is still laying motionless in the ring...I'm not even sure he knows what's going on! Towers: And your winner...by count-out...."The Yokohama Dragon"...KAZUO...ISHII!!!!! (Timmons walks slowly up the ramp smileing at his accomplishment holding the lead pipe still soaked with Ian's blood. Ian still lays motionless, a pool of his own blood collecting by his head.) Daniels: I doubt Ian is going to be a happy camper when he comes to. Tim Timmons just cost him another match.. ***
Christian Tolwar is shown backstage with Ryan Lewis. Tolwar gets booed instantly.
Lewis: Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with Renegade Christian Tolwar. Tolwar, last week you said you did not need Mike King. After getting attacked by Ryan Shane, does your thoughts change?
Tolwar: You are damn wrong. I am still better off without my former mentor. Last week is the reason I don't need him, besides Ryan Shane driving his railroad spike into my forehead scaring me. But we're not talking about that loser because Axel St. James has his number tonight. Back to Mike King, if he was here as my mentor I would not have my Chipotle. See Alan Fiscus has ties that he got me Chipotle even while in this cesspool of a country. Do you know that they have animated porn where women get screwed by robots or aliens?
Lewis looks at Tolwar a little shocked.
Lewis: Yes.
Tolwar: I am not surprised you know about it. I bet you have a private stash of hentai don't you.
Lewis: That's not anyone's business.
Tolwar chuckles.
Tolwar: Well no it isn't and I doubt anyone wanted to hear that. But what the people want to hear is this. Mike King, anytime, anyplace.
Tolwar walks off.
Lewis: Well that's it from here.
The scene cuts to Daniels, Keenan and Masters at ringside.
Keenan: Christian Tolwar, gotta love him.
Masters: I don't, he is stupid.
Daniels: Stupid or not, he wants his hands on Mike King soon.
Keenan: And I hope he does. I think he can beat King.
Masters: Will you be bloody serious? Mike King is a former Intercontinental Champion, all Christian Tolwar has held are his bags of Chipotle. Which I wonder how he got here in Japan. ***
The scene switches to another part of the building, where Theresa Baines is walking up to a closed door. She knocks, and then enters. The camera man follows.
Inside, she comes across "The Mountain Man" Joshua Newsome as he is sitting on a bench, staring at a wall. He is wearing the plain black Renegade shirt, black trunks, and big black boots.
BAINES, taken aback: "Uhm... Mountain Man? Mr. Newsome?"
MTM looks up, same concentrated look on his face, and nods to her.
BAINES: "Hi, I wanted to be the first to give you the good news. I have secured you a match at Extreme Insurrection: Retribution."
MTM nods again
BAINES: "It will be the opening match... and you will be getting a shot at Rob Wright for his CZW World Television title!"
MTM's expression doesn't change, as he slowly stands up... towering Miss Baines. He rubs his hands together, looking at her.
MTM: "Excellent."
The scene fades to commercial, as Baines has a terrified but pleasant smile on her face. ***
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-=- CZW VS. RENEGADES! -=- "In The End" by Linkin Park hits the soundsystem, and a huge cheer rings out from the crowd as Rob Wright steps out onto the stage, Yoshi Naniwa and Riley O'Connor following just behind. The three men take a look out at the fans in attendance, before making their way down the ramp towards the ring. TOWERS: The following 6-man tag team contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first.. weighing in at a com- THWACK!!! Towers' introduction is cut short by the sound of a steel chair colliding violently with a human spine, as Idolized spring out through the curtain and attack Wright from behind. DANIELS: Wait a second! Idolized from behind, with steel chairs!!! Yoshi and Riley attempt to intervene, but are met with matching chairs to the ribs. Evan shoves Yoshi off the edge of the ramp, sending him crashing into the guardrail, as Kyle smashes Riley in the face with the chair, Riley crumpling to the ramp holding his head. Idolized then turn their attentions back to the Real Deal, Evan swinging the chair into his face, and stomping down on his body as Kyle lays in with fists to the head and face. DANIELS: This is disgusting.. a gang attack by the Renegade members, before the match has even started! MASTERS: Cowards, Jarred.. bloody cowards! KEENAN: Cowards? What are you talking about? It's great strategy on the part of Idolized! Not only are they taking out by far their biggest threat in the match, but they're sending a BIG message out to that senile old fool Derek Damage, just like they did with your company's beloved El Pablo two shows ago! With Wright more or less incapacitated, Evan turns and grabs the rising O'Connor, leading him down the remainder of the ramp and shoving him chest first against the apron. Kyle hops down off the side of the ramp and grabs Yoshi, leading him over to the ring and sliding him under the ropes as Evan throws a few fists into O'Connor's face. The crowd boos, swiftly getting even louder as Jacob Havok steps menacingly out onto the stage, his eyes fixed on Rob Wright. KEENAN: And there's my boy, Jacob Havok! The man with the master plan! DANIELS: No doubt that Jacob Havok is the one behind this disgraceful display, and unfortunately I don't think he's anywhere near done yet! KEENAN: I certainly hope not, but aside from that, it looks as though the referee has got this match underway, with Kyle Riley and Yoshi Naniwa the legal men! DING DING! Havok continues to stand with eyes fixed on Wright, as Kyle plants Yoshi in the ring with a running Rocker Dropper. DANIELS: Yoshi's face crashing into the canvas there, and Riley makes the cover! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - KICK OUT! Kyle appears a little surprised that Yoshi kicked out, but soon snaps back into business mode, hauling him up and tossing him against the turnbuckle. He starts throwing a few forearms, as Evan takes his position up on the apron across the ring, having dumped O'Connor against the ring steps. On the ramp, Wright has forced himself up on all-fours, which Havok takes as his cue to deliver a stiff kick to the ribs, dumping Wright back down again. Wright rolls over onto his back, and Havok grabs his arm, twisting into a hammerlock and locking in the Pain Barrier. DANIELS: Wait, Havok with the Pain Barrier on Wright, on the ramp! That Dragon Sleeper, locked in tight! Wright yells in pain, trying to fight out as Kyle takes Yoshi out of the corner with a snapmare, hopping to the second rope behind him and dropkicking him in the back of the head. Kyle hops up, and tags in Evan, who steps through the ropes and charges across the ring, driving an elbow down into Yoshi's sternum. DANIELS: Tag made, and in come Evan Tyler, by far the most powerful man currently involved in this match-up! KEENAN: It's not often he gets to say that about himself, but you're right; at 238lbs, he far out-muscles the likes of Yoshi and O'Connor.. not that O'Connor looks capable of contributing much of anything at the moment! Evan hauls Yoshi to his feet, and whips him across the ring. Yoshi rebounds, and gets planted with a spinning spinebuster. Evan tags Kyle back in, and the two step up to the motionless Yoshi, discussing strategy. Kyle hits the ropes, and Evan drops his head, executing a back body drop on his partner who comes down Swanton-style on Yoshi. KEENAN: Brilliant double-team offence from Idolized there! And to think boys, your boss didn't want these two as part of his company! DANIELS: Well, there can be no argument that Idolized are arguably one of the greatest, if not THE greatest tag team to ever be a part of the CZW roster; I'm certainly not gonna sit here and say the roster isn't somewhat weaker for their absense. KEENAN: It's a hell of a lot weaker! Hell, you guys barely even have a tag division now, let alone a pair of credible champions! On the ramp, Havok has released the Pain Barrier on Wright, and once again stands looming over the grounded Real Deal. He raises his fists triumphantly above his head, boos once again raining down upon him from the Japanese crowd. Havok just smiles, watching as Wright once again forces himself up onto all fours. Suddenly, Havok grabs him by his singlet.. and tosses him off the top of the ramp, sending him crashing through a few tables of equipment as sparks explode out around him. DANIELS: OH! OH MY GOD! HAVOK JUST.. HE JUST TOSSED ROB WRIGHT OFF THE RAMP, DOWN ONTO ALL THAT ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENT!!! MASTERS: HE KILLED HIM!!! KEENAN: And thus, the victory is assured! Well played, Mr Havok.. well played indeed sir! Havok strolls down the ramp, as Evan hits Yoshi with a neckbreaker. Havok climbs up onto the apron alongside Kyle, as O'Connor finally pulls himself up into his corner. DANIELS: I can't see Rob Wright at all.. I understand medical personel are on their way... But, in the meantime, Havok has taken up his position, and we're now faced with a 3-on-2 handicap match! Spying the arrival of Havok, Evan slowly makes his way over to the corner, a smile on his face as he makes the tag. DANIELS: Havok is in, and perhaps the best thing for Yoshi and O'Connor now is that he just gets this thing over with quickly! Havok slowly strolls over to the motionless Yoshi Naniwa, and degradingly nudges him in the head a few times with his foot. KEENAN: It doesn't look like that's the plan to me, Daniels! Havok laughs to himself, looking down at Yoshi and then glancing over at O'Connor, who is only just now getting to his feet on the apron. He then bends down, and hauls Yoshi up to his feet, grabbing him in a front facelock. KEENAN: Woah, maybe it is! D.I.F.H!!! DANIELS: NO! Wait.. Yoshi counters! Havok off the ropes.. SPINNING HEEL KICK FROM YOSHI! BAH GAWD JUST LISTEN TO THIS CROWD NOW!!! Havok hits the deck, but due to the punishment suffered by Yoshi already in the match, he still manages to get up before his opponent, looking decidedly unamused. He charges over, and stomps down on Yoshi, then drops to his feet and unloads with a few fist strikes. He hauls Yoshi up, and whips him off the ropes.. only to get planted with a Wheelbarrow Bulldog, drawing an even louder pop from Yoshi's home crowd. DANIELS: BULLDOG! YES! COME ON YOSHI!!! Yoshi rolls onto his stomach, and slowly starts crawling towards his corner. O'Connor stretches out a hand, the fans desperately willing the tag to be made. MASTERS: MAKE THE TAG!!! Yoshi inches closer, both he and O'Connor reaching out.. - - - ..reaching.. - - - ..reaching.. - - - ..reaching.. - - - ..but Havok hops up and drags him away, much to the chagrin of the fans. However, their mood is instantly picked back up when Yoshi turns and cracks Havok in the back of the head with an enzugiri. DANIELS: COME ON!!! Yoshi drops to the mat again, and takes a second to build his energy back up again.. before leaping over and making the tag to O'Connor. DANIELS: O'CONNOR IS IN! O'CONNOR IS IN! COME ON KID!!! O'Connor steps into the ring, and hits an enzugiri on Havok, before leaping to his feet and charging into Evan, knocking him down off the apron. He turns his attention to Riley, who manages to block a swing and throw a punch or two before O'Connor slams his head into the turnbuckle, sending him tumbling off the apron as well. DANIELS: O'Connor getting his revenge.. Idolized are down!!! O'Connor talks a little smack to Idolized, the fans on their feet in ecstasy. He turns back into the ring.. and is caught by Havok with a Side Effect. KEENAN: WOOOOO!!! DANIELS: DAMMIT!!! Havok gets to his feet, and drags O'Connor over in front of the turnbuckle. He climbs up, and hits a moonsault, as Idolized pull themselves back onto the apron. Havok tags in Evan, who steps into the ring and then tags in Kyle. Idolized put the boots into O'Connor, as Havok steps across the ring and drags Yoshi back through the ropes. DANIELS: All five men in the ring now, and this doesn't look good for Team CZW! Havok holds Yoshi in place, as Idolized pull O'Connor up to his feet. The three men whip their respective opponents across the ring, causing them to collide with each other. They stumble round, and Havok takes Yoshi down with a clothesline. O'Connor drops to his knees, and Evan hits the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a Drive-by Kick. Havok and Evan then step back onto the apron, as Kyle makes the cover on O'Connor. DANIELS: What a shot, and that surely has to be all now! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICK OUT!!! MASTERS: WHAT!?!?!? KEENAN: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? DANIELS: O'CONNOR KICKS OUT! O'CONNOR KICKS OUT! Kyle looks over at at his team-mates, apparently seeking suggestions on what exactly to do to try and keep their opponents down. Havok calls him over, and the three men engage in a brief discussion before Kyle tags in Havok. Havok steps in, and, in similar fashion to before, tags Evan in straight away. Idolized clear Yoshi out of the ring, as Havok grabs O'Connor and locks in the Pain Barrier. KEENAN: Oh, here we go! This is it boys! DANIELS: But Havok isn't the legal man here! He just tagged himself out! MASTERS: What's he doing, the bloody fool? O'Connor starts to tap, but the referee obviously takes no notice, instead apparently attempting to remind Havok that he isn't the legal man. After a few moments, Havok releases the hold, and informs the referee that "no shit [he's] not the legal man". He then motions to Idolized, who step over and pick O'Connor up to his feet. They lead him over to the centre of the ring, and hold him in place as Havok hits the ropes. DANIELS: Wait, what the.. Havok rebounds.. and slams face-first into the canvas before being dragged under the ropes to the outside. DANIELS: BAH GAWD IT'S EL PABLO! THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR IS HERE!!! KEENAN: What the hell is he doing out here!? Doesn't he have a title match to prepare for!? EP shoves Havok against the announce table, and starts hammering him with fists to the face. Spotting the interference, Kyle charges across the ring, sliding under the ropes and clubbing EP in the back of the head. KEENAN: Get him Kyle! Exterminate that rodent!!! Kyle peels EP off Havok, and slams him back-first into the apron. He swings a fist, but EP ducks behind, spinning Kyle round and kicking him in the stomach. DANIELS: OH WAIT.. IDENTITY CRISIS!!! KYLE RILEY JUST GOT SPIKED RIGHT ON HIS BAH GAWD HEAD ON THAT FLOOR!!! KEENAN: GOD DAMMIT GET HIM OUT OF HERE!! BUT WAIT.. LOOK IN THE RING! TYLER HAS O'CONNOR!!! Attention turns briefly back to the ring, as Evan grabs O'Connor in the corner and shoves his head between his legs. He lifts him up, and steps up onto the second rope. KEENAN: You wanna see a man get spiked on his "Bah Gawd Head"? CRUNCH! KEENAN: BOOM! TYLE-DRIVER!!! On the outside, Cristal has joined EP, and hands him a sheet of glass. The Five Star Superstar stalks Havok as he pulls himself up using the announce table, as the announce team beat a hasty retreat. Havok turns.. SMASH!!! ..and reels back against the table, glass shards covering the vicinity as the sheet explodes against his head. MASTERS: BLOODY HELL! !! DANIELS: Watch it!!! KEENAN: THAT MANIAC!!! SOMEONE CALL THE COPS!!! HE COULD'VE TAKEN HAVOK'S EYES OUT!!! EP hauls Havok up onto the table, as Evan marches across the ring and hauls the referee away from the ropes, turning his attention back towards the motionless O'Connor in the ring. He drops down for the cover.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! DING DING DING!!! The referee calls for the bell, as EP leaps up onto the apron and hits a leg drop onto Havok, sending both men crashing through the table. "Hysteria" by Muse hits the soundsystem, but Evan doesn't pause for celebration, rolling out of the ring and making his way round to the carnage on the outside. Cristal hurriedly helps EP back to his feet and over the barricade, the two making their escape through the crowd as Evan surveys the damage. DANIELS: Well this wasn't so much a tag match as a multi-car pile-up.. the Renegades pick up the win, but the match was book-ended by a horrific assault on Rob Wright - culminating in Havok throwing him off the stage - and Havok then getting some sort of retribution inflicted upon him by El Pablo, getting driven through what used to be our announce table! KEENAN: Disgraceful actions from that fur-wearing freak! He RUINED what should have been remembered as a fine, completely dominating victory by the Renegades! You mark my words gentlemen, he is going to pay for his actions here tonight! DANIELS: Well I highly doubt this thing is over between El Pablo and these particular members of the Renegades.. but for now, we turn our attentions to the Ultraviolent Title picture.. that's up next! MASTERS: Woohoo! The camera lingers on Evan, glaring out angrily in the direction of EP's retreat, before cutting to commercial. ***
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-=- CZW ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE TABLES, LADDERS & CHAIRS MATCH! -=- Masters: Well... it's time for what is supposed to be a hardcore, drag it out brawl for a title but... that doesn't look like it's happening now. Daniels: This was the scene earlier, it will explain why the anticipated match with Sledge and our current UV Title holder, Jakob Mayhem, will not be taking place. Recorded earlier today Tim McFarland paced back and forth as he waited impatiently outside the backstage doors. Brenda, the petite little assistant stood silently shifting her weight from foot to foot. A black Lincoln turned into the lot and pulled into a parking spot along the side. A second cheaper car pulled in and parked across from the first. Tim: Finally you two show up. Jakob Mayhem (with mixed cheers and boo’s from the crowd inside the arena) steps out of the Lincoln and looks at Tim. Sledge crawls out of his cheap rental and heads towards Tim as well. Jakob: Had a long night last night, don’t remember her name, but I do know she wont be the same ever again. He laughed as Sledge made gagging motions. Tim: I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT!! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE AND GET READY!! Sledge: Damn Tim, get some and relax. As they neared the middle of the parking lot and Tim, a sweet street burner flew onto the lot. It headed right for the two combatants and at the last second swerved, sliding sideways into the two of them sending them flying. As the car stops, the driver gets out and tosses a card near Jakob as he lay holding his ribs and leg alternately. Sirens are heard in the distance. The card reads one word that most in Japan fear. The recording stops Keenan: Well some things don’t change, the Japanese don’t like anything near the size of Godzilla. Daniels: .... Folks, we will give you an update on these men's conditions as soon as we know anything. ***
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-=- A TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH PREVIEW! -=- Daniels: This match is a bit of a preview of the tag title match coming up at Extreme Insurrection. Waylon Krew VS Johnny Kerosene. Masters: The champs were robbed! I still say it! Daniels: Why do you even like Blaze and Kerosene?! Aren’t you supposed to dislike the fan favorite?! Masters: I’d rather them than these bloody clowns that we got for champions! Keenan: I think he’s mad because he had money betting on The Spectacle. Masters: I did! (Suddenly “Johnny B Goode” By Judas Priest starts to play over the loud speakers.) Towers: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by Brian Blaze, From Bristol England, weighing in at 198 lbs… JOHNNY KEROSENE! (Johnny Kerosene and Brian Blaze make there way to the ring to a chorus of cheers.) Daniels: The fans love The Spectacle! Keenan: Is Kerosene carrying an electric guitar with him?! Masters: He must have stopped at the local Guitar Center before coming here. (Johnny poses on the top rope with the guitar strumming it a few times before setting it down and “Fuck The System” By System Of A Down starts to play over the loud speakers.) Daniels: Things are about to get ultra violent here! Towers: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by Rosman Ballard and The Dungeon Master, From Washington DC, Weighing in at 252 lbs…. “Weed Whackin” WAYLON KREW! (Waylon Krew comes out with his trade mark weed whacker in hand and he turns around waving someone out from the back. Suddenly Rosman Ballard come out pushing what looks like a wheeled garbage bin full of all sorts of weapons and The DM comes out with the tag titles raising them up in the air for the team.) Keenan: Listen to these fans cheer for these guys! What the hell do they see in them!? Daniels: Well Waylon Krew is a very well known man amongst the Japanese fans. Masters: These fans are barbaric! They would cheer at a hanging! (Krew startts to unload some random weapons into the ring as the fans look on in anticipation.) Daniels: Waylon Krew has came armed and dangerous! This could pose a huge problem for Kerosene. Masters: I still am trying to bloody figure out why these guys are even a team! Keenan: They work as a team! Much like how The Renegades work as a team! You know what I’d like these guys even more if they were to join the Renegades! Daniels: What?! Ugh whatever the match is about to start! (Krew puts the weed whacker down in the corner. Krew smiles as he walks over and picks up a metal bucket.) Masters: What in the hell does Krew have there?! (Suddenly Krew throws the bucket’s contents all over Kerosene.) Daniels: Oh my god!!! Masters: THAT BUCKET WAS FULL OF SCORPIONS!!! Keenan: Holy crap! This guy is insane! (Kerosene runs out of the ring like he’s on fire as Krew laughs. Ballard is laughing his ass off as Blaze looks on clearly angered by the team’s shenanigans. Kerosene is screaming getting the scorpions off of him.) Daniels: Lord knows how many times those scorpions stung Kerosene! Masters: I don’t think they were poisonous but still! Keenan: In all my years of watching pro wrestling I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life. (Kerosene gets back into the ring where Krew immediately starts stomping on him. Krew picks him up and Slams him down with a scoop slam.) Daniels: Krew is in control early on! (Krew picks Kerosene up and whips him into the ropes. He ducks a clothesline and Kerosene nails Krew with a flying Elbow! Krew gets up and Kerosene runs over and nails a standing insuguri! Kerosene picks up Krew and whips him into the corner and nails a big splash!) Masters: Kerosene is in control! Keenan: This match is going to be over before it started at this rate. (Kerosene lands a running bulldog on Krew. After a few more stomps Kerosene walks over grabbing a trash can. Krew slowly gets up and Kerosene slams the metal can over his head.) Keenan: Well it appears the referee doesn’t give a damn about what happens in this match! Masters: Do they ever!? Daniels: How many times do I have to say it? NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!!! (Kerosene slams the can over Krew’s head again. He stumbles backwards into the ropes. Kerosene backs up and runs drop kicking the can right into Krew’s face knocking him out of the ring.) Daniels: Brian Blaze is supporting his partner out here. He’s barking out orders like a military sergeant! The concern on Ballard’s face is clear! Masters: Kerosene is following on the attack! Keenan: Wait a minute! What the hell is that!? (Kerosene walks over to Krew and out of nowhere Krew turns and stabs a fork right into Kerosene’s forehead!) Daniels: MY GOD!!! That was a fork!!! Masters: Waylon Krew promised blood folks! Well Kerosene is definitely bleeding now! Keenan: I can’t believe this is even considered wrestling! (Kerosene stumbled backwards into the guard rails. The fans are going wild as Krew reaches into the garbage bin.) Masters: What the hell is he pulling out now?! This guy has more weapons than I can even imagine! Daniels: I don’t know! A… A Kitchen sink?! (Yes indeed Krew turns around and cracks Kerosene upside the head with a kitchen sink! Laying the sink down Krew DDT’s Kerosene onto it denting it in.) Daniels: Krew with the cover! 1... 2... KICK OUT! (Krew walks over and pulls out a table from the garbage bin and sets up outside. He then turns and Kerosene nails a brutal super kick into Krew’s face! Kerosene clearly angered over what happened reaches into the garbage bin and pulls out a glass picture frame!) SMASH!!!! Daniels: Oh for the love of god!!! Masters: These two might not make it to Extreme Insurrection at this rate! Keenan: That was a waste of a good picture frame!!! (Krew is laid out on the outside as Kerosene sets up a ladder scaffolding it between the ring and the guard rail. Kerosene grabs Krew and he’s draping him across the ladder.) Keenan: What in the hell is Kerosene doing?! Masters: I think Kerosene is trying to prove he’s as violent as Krew is! (Kerosene slides into the ring and after making a rock and roll symbol he bounces off the ropes and runs over the top rope.) CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!! Daniels: OH MY GOD!!!! Kerosene with a front flipping plancha over the top rope through Krew! Masters: That ladder is now bent in half! Keenan: Good night! Someone put the women and children to bed! This one is over! Kerosene with the cover! 1... 2... KICK OUT! Keenan: How in the hell did Waylon Krew kick out of that?! (Kerosene can’t believe it as he rolls Krew into the ring. Kerosene slides in after and grabs a chair laying in wait. Krew slowly gets to his feet. Kerosene swings the chair! Krew ducks! Krew nails a big boot kicking the chair into Kerosene’s face!) Daniels: What is Waylon Krew doing now?! Masters: He’s wasting bloody time! That’s what he’s doing! Keenan: Pin the man! Come on I gotta go to the bathroom! (Krew smiles sadistically as he grabs a florescent tube.) SMASH!!! (Krew smashes a tube over Kerosene’s back! Krew smashes another! And another over his back! Broken glass now litters the ring as Kerosene’s bleeding from his back badly. Krew then smiles as he reaches over grabbing a small box from the corner.) Daniels: Wait what is that? Masters: No way…. (Krew opens the box up and dumps salt all over Kerosene’s back!) Keenan: Oh my god! This is ridiculous! Krew is now toying with Kerosene! Masters: That man is sick! (Kerosene screams in pain as he rolls out of the ring to Brian Blaze to regroup. Ballard slides in what appears to be a glass table! Krew sets it up and smiles.) Masters: Blaze just grabbed my bottle of water and is dumping it all over Kerosene’s back! Daniels: It looks like Kool Aid coming off his body! This is sick! (Krew ducks through the ropes…) SMASH!!!! Daniels: Oh for the love of god! (Kerosene grabbed another fluorescent tube and shattered it over Krew’s head! Krew falls over backwards in a heap. Kerosene slides into the ring and lands a standing moonsault on him After taking a few steps Krew slowly starts to rise. Kerosene runs at Krew…) Daniels: BRISTOL METH!!!! Masters: Kerosene has that choke locked in! Oh man Krew is in serious trouble! Keenan: Krew is done. He is not a technical wrestler. (Krew seems to be fading fast when suddenly he stands up and in an impressive feat of strength lifts Krew up as well.) SMASH!!! Masters: OH GOD!! (Krew power bombs Kerosene through the glass table! Both men are down!!!) Keenan: This is like the gladiator movies! These two are going fight until one is dead! (Suddenly Ballard runs into the audience and out of site.) Daniels: Where the hell is he going!?!? Keenan: The referee has started a 10 count! Blaze is screaming for Kerosene to get up! Neither men are moving! 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7.… (Suddenly Ballard comes back and jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring what appears to be a can of Mountain Dew into the ring. Krew suddenly emerges to life grabbing it and drinking it.) Daniels: Rosman Ballard may have single handedly brought his partner back to life! Keenan: How the hell is that legal?! Masters: Gotta hand it to the kid he’s a geek but he has his partner’s back! (Kerosene slowly rises to his feet as Krew runs at him going for a clothesline and they both go tumbling over the top rope. Both men immediately get up and start throwing punches at each other. Kerosene suddenly slams a head butt into Krew’s nose and slams his head against one of the ring posts. Kerosene runs at Krew and he back body drops Kerosene right onto the steel ramp!) Daniels: There is no stop in either of these men! (Krew starts dragging Kerosene up the ramp and he picks him up.) Daniels: KREW GOING FOR THE KREW SPILLER! (Kerosene suddenly slips off of his shoulders and kicks Krew in the stomach and nails him with a shoulder jaw breaker. Kerosene then slams Krew head first into one of the metal beams on the stage.) Daniels: what the… Now Blaze has Kerosene’s guitar and he’s running up the ramp! He’s handing the guitar to Kerosene! What is he doing?! (Kerosene suddenly starts climbing the side scaffolding to the combatron until he’s to the top.) Keenan: Ok this is just plain wreckless! (Kerosene strums on his guitar rocking out while Krew slowly rises to his feet. Kerosene jumps off!) SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!! (Kerosene slams the guitar down across Krew’s head!) Masters: Why the hell doesn’t the referee stop this match?! Daniels: My god Kerosene may have hurt himself as much as he hurt Krew! (Kerosene slowly rolls over draping his arm over Krew.) 1... 2... 3... KICKOUT!!!! Daniels: MY GOD!!! Keenan: This is unbelievable! What does Kerosene have to do to put Waylon Krew away! (Kerosene is clearly frustrated pounding his fist into the stage. He picks up Krew and drags him down the stage and slides him back into the ring. He then reaches into the garbage bin and pulls out a plastic bag of thumb tacks. He slides into the ring and starts to dump them all over the ring. Kerosene grabs Krew and puts him in a full nelson.) Daniels: Kerosene going for the Facemelter! (Suddenly Krew punches Kerosene right in the balls! Kerosene slumps over as Krew grabs his neck.) Daniels: KREW CUTTER RIGHT ONTO THE THUMBTACKS! Masters: The what?! (Krew nails Kerosene with a diamond cutter right onto the thumb tacks. Krew smiles sadistically as Ballard grabs a microphone.) Ballard: WAYLON!!!! Krew: WHAT!!!! Ballard: GET THE WHACKER!!!! (The fans erupt as Krew walks over grabbing the weed whacker and fires it up!) Masters: Brian Blaze has just jumped up on the apron! I think he’s seen enough of these shenanigans! (Suddenly Ballard runs over and pantses Brian Blaze!) Daniels: Oh my god! Put the women and children to bed! The sleazy side of Brian Blaze has just been unveiled! Masters: Is he wearing a thong?! I don’t want to see that! Keenan: He can’t do that! My mother watches this show! (Kerosene slowly gets up and Krew lunges in with the weed wacker! Kerosene dodges and hits Blaze on the apron!) SMASH!!!! Daniels: Brian Blaze fell through the table Krew set up earlier! My god! Keenan: Can someone please pull his damn pants up?! (Krew turns around….) CRAAAAAAACK!!!! Masters: God damn!!! Kerosene just cracked Krew right in the head with that chair! He’s not falling! CRAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!! Daniels: ANOTHER SHOT!!! CRAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! Keenan: And a third!!! (Kerosene runs with the chair and bounces off the ropes. Krew extends the weed whacker…) Daniels: OH MY GOD!!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!! (Kerosene falls over out of the ring clutching his neck. Blood is pouring from a gash in his throat.) Masters: Someone Get An Ambulance! (Kerosene falls over onto the ramp as EMTs immediately rush in to tend to him. The referee has called for the bell as he is in a very bad condition.) Towers: The referee has called a stop for this match due to Kerosene being unable to continue. Your winner “Weed Whackin” Waylon Krew! (Doctors are putting pressure on Kerosene’s throat to stop the bleeding.) Keenan: This is something no one ever wants to see happen. See this is exactly why I think the referee should have stopped this match sooner! Daniels: Someone cut to a commercial damnit!
After commercial break. Daniels: Folks we are back and the good news is Johnny Kerosene will be alright. Masters: If Krew cut any artery he could have killed the man. Keenan: The question is will Kerosene be good enough come Extreme Insurrection?! Daniels: Only time will tell.... ***
King is seated in his locker room.
King: Christian Tolwar, when will you learn? When will you learn that you cannot mess with me? At Overdrive two weeks ago you duck out like a bitch but you end up on your back crying like a bitch as my rival drove his spike into your forehead. I am not sure why he did it. I am not sure if this is a message that he is sending to me or if it is because you are a Renegade but you got what you deserved. And I accept your challenge to a match. I want to beat your ass in the middle of the ring and put you out of your misery like the old, sick dog that you are.
King pauses before he continues.
King: Now everyone wants to know what is my deal with Brian Kirkland is. Oh late there have been cases of friendly fire between he and I. That is all water under the bridge in the power struggle between the Renegades and CZW we have a non-aggressive pact that was forged by a handshake of mutual respect and admiration of brothers will not be easily broken. He wont strike me, I wont strike him. Whatever reason his attacks that were directed at Ryan Shane were mistimed make no difference to me. He knows they were accidents, I know they were accidents and I am ending that. There is no tension between Brian and I. He knew I had to seal Youthful Aggression against both of our wishes when he and Jacob Havok were fired in Damage Control matches and Ryan Shane attacked his own stablemates and worse, his own brothers. In Brian Kirkland, I trust a Renegade more than most members of the Combat Zone Wrestling locker room.
King stares at Ryan Shane's locker as he stops talking for several moments.
King: Of course I am talking about Ryan Shane. I have no idea how I could ever trust that poisonous snake. I knew it all along and then he showed his true colors: yellow. But soon he wont be just yellow, soon Ryan will be covered in red and purple, the color of blood. This is a promise Ryan, this is true because this is Straight Edge.
King walks away and out of the locker room as the scene switches back to Daniels, Kennan and Masters at the commentators' table.
Daniels: Well there we have it, Mike King and Brian Kirkland still have an alliance that cross boundaries between the CZW locker room and Renegades.
Masters: Like there was any doubt of that. But will this cause a backlash for either of them.
Keenan: Who knows but soon we will have Mike King and Christian Tolwar facing off. Teacher vs. Mentor, CZW vs. Renegade and I can't wait for Tolwar to finally teach his teacher a thing or two.
Daniels: We'll see about that when they have their match.
Masters: Yeah I am with Jared on this one for once. I'll believe Tolwar can beat King only when I see it.
Daniels: There is some news on the next scheduled match, but let's cut to a commercial first. ***
-=- HANGMAN'S HORROR MATCH! -=- DANIELS: "Well, here's another issue we're having this show, right now we have scheduled a Hangman's Horror match between former allies Ryan Shane and Axel St. James... but it looks like holiday travel has taken its toll, as neither men have shown up to the building as of right now." MASTERS: "Well, being in Japan during Christmas is just kind of bad booking. We all went home for the holidays, and came back. Well.. most of us came back, anyway." KEENAN: "Holidays, Schmolidays. I stayed right here and celebrated with a bunch of Japanese girls." DANIELS: "You didn't see your family?" KEENAN: "We Skyped." MASTERS: "Pathetic." KEENAN: "Hey, if you knew my family... you'd think THAT was too much." DANIELS: "Well, I assume we will reschedule this match because Axel St. James turned his back on Ryan Shane last Overdrive, and joined the Renegades. Right now, we will play a video, hyping the World Heavyweight championship four way for later on tonight."
The CZW World Heavyweight champion, "The Clown, The Killer, The Saint" Eddie Rowan vs.
"The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw vs.
"The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo vs.
"The Shadow" Mortius *** Ryan Lewis, standing accordingly in his trademark suit with a microphone, stands idly by awaiting his cue for the show to resume and as it does, Ryan raises the microphone to his mouth. Ryan: Ladies and Gentleman, it is now time for the Intercontinental Championship Contract Signing! How this came to be? Well, before the champion and challenger come out here, lets take a look at how this came to be. Footage from a couple of weeks ago airs as Derek Damage is insulted by Ronnie McNeil, prompting Derek to name Krimzon Blaze his 1st challenger to Ronnie's IC Title. The footage concludes before airing back to Ryan. Ryan: Now that you have all seen how this came to be, let me introduce to you first... the champion! He is the reigning and defending Intercontinental Champion by way of holding the championship since October 31st 2010 by defeating Mike King, Ryan Shane, and Waylon Krew, he is "SIMPLY" RONNIE MCNEIL!!!! "Power" by Kanye West begins blaring as Ronnie McNeil comes waltzing down toward the ring dressed in an expensive looking tailored suit situated for a king it appears to be as the fans erupt in cheers while the IC Title is ontop of his left shoulder. He takes his seat in the center of the ring, adjusting himself accordingly. Masters: I'm proud of Ronnie, and you know why? He has power, intensity, and speed... all 3 of those things combined into a package like him deserves to hold onto that championship. Daniels: I respect Ronnie for coming back out here, and I can't believe i'm saying this, but I agree with you William. Keenan: Renegades need that title... Ronnie isn't worthy! Ryan: And now... Introducing the challenger... a former 2 Time X-Division Champion, Television Champion, and both halves of the Global and World Tag Team Champions... He is "THE MOTOR CITY SPECIALIST" KRIIIMMMZZZOOONNNN BLAAAZZZZEEE!! "Headstrong" by Trapt pumps through the arena as KB appears out of the curtain, the crowd going into an emphatic frenzy over their beloved Aerial Specialist. He walks down with a strut about him, confidence protruding off his face as he takes the opposite seat opposite the table facing Ronnie with an intense passion about him. KB and Ronnie then take their respective microphones as the crowd settle down. Ronnie: Krimzon Blaze... KB: Ronnie McNeil... Ronnie: I really hope that your up to this... KB: Oh I am Ronnie, and you should know that I won't stop until I'm holding that belt that sits on your shoulder there. Ronnie: This Pay-Per-View match is going to be thrilling, I just want to make sure you know what your getting yourself into... One little slip-up from you, Its all over. KB: You think I don't know that already? Lets face it Ronnie... This is my biggest opportunity to prove to you and the entire world that I am ready to break that proverbial glass ceiling that somehow has protruded me from being World Heavyweight Champion... This match at the Pay-Per-View, I will shatter all expectations and above all else, prove to YOU that I deserve respect around here. Ronnie: We'll see who respects each other at the Pay-Per-View now won't we? Ryan: Since Ronnie is the champion, he will sign first. Ronnie, not taking his eyes off of KB, signs the contract before sliding the pen and paper to KB. Ryan: Ronnie has now signed and now it is Krimzon Blaze's turn. Just like Ronnie, KB signs without taking his eyes off of Ronnie. KB then passes the contract over to Ryan, but as he looked down for a second, Ronnie flips the table over causing KB to jump back as Ronnie begins laying rights and lefts into KB before KB comes storming back with rights and lefts of his own before Ronnie comes back with a kick sending KB to the corner... Ronnie pulls KB out from the turnbuckle...kick to KB's midsection... Ronnie lifts KB!! FALL FROM GRACE ON KB THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Ronnie then picks up his title, and starts laying into KB with insults before exiting toward the backstage area. Masters: and THAT is why Ronnie is champion! Daniels: This is a disgrace!! I hope that KB is okay. Keenan: Bah... I couldn't care less about either of these two. Daniels: Well, Krimzon Blaze has surprised us enough times to realize, he may be the ultimate under dog in the CZW, but he has the heart of a champion. Let's cut to a commercial. ***
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-=- EPITOME VS. HIGHLIGHT REEL! -=- Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!” “Wretches and Kings” plays and the crowd jeers loudly as Justin Marsham moves out onto the stage wearing black and gold wrestling gear. He glances left to right; a slow, icy gaze that doesn’t flinch a bit despite the heat from the crowd. Towers: “Introducing first, representing the Renegades and hailing from Fort Wayne, Indiana…’the Epitome of Technical Finesse,’ JUSTIN…MARSHAM!!” Marsham moves up the ring steps, glancing over his shoulder at the crowd once more before stepping between the ropes. He pulls back on the top rope a couple times and then shakes out a bit before moving to a corner, awaiting his opponent. “Taking You Down” blares out over the PA and the fans burst out into a loud chorus of cheers. Eric Collum steps out onto the ramp clad in black and blue attire. Towers: “And his opponent, representing CZW…he hails from Houston, Texas…’the Human Highlight Reel,’ ERIC…COLLUM!!” Collum heads toward the ring, a confident grin on his face, nodding to the cheering fans. He hops up onto the apron and springs over the top rope, immediately hopping up to the second turnbuckle and appealing for the fans. Daniels: “This match should be amazing, folks. As little as I think of the Renegades, Justin Marsham is a force to be reckoned with.” Masters: “But Collum proved last week that he has no trace of ring-rust, so you’d be a fool to bet against him.” Keenan: “Says you! In my book, Marsham is a man that you NEVER bet against, no matter the situation. He’s just THAT good.” *DING-DING!* Daniels: “There’s the opening bell, referee Stephanie Dee is the official. Marsham and Collum circling up…collar-and-elbow tie up and Collum takes control with the headlock. Marsham counters out with the hammerlock…drop toe-hold and Marsham floats over and grabs Collum with a side headlock of his own.” Keenan: “Marsham must have just gotten his bus driver’s license renewed.” Masters: “What?” Keenan: “Because he’s taking Collum to school right now.” Collum eventually fights to his feet, moving Marsham back into the ropes. He fires Marsham off into the far side and leapfrogs him on the return. Collum hits a stiff dropkick that takes Marsham to the mat. Justin gets up quickly but Collum takes him down with an arm-drag. Marsham pulls himself up in the corner and glares at Collum who holds his hands out with a sly grin. Keenan: “Look at that smug jerkwad. I bet you Daniels’ paycheck that he won’t be smiling by the end of this one.” Masters: “Deal!” Daniels: “Hey!” They move in for the lock up again, but Marsham surprises Collum with a quick kick to the quad. Daniels: “Marsham now with a series of sharp kicks! There’s another to Collum’s other leg! Now one right to the ribs! Spinning back kick to the chest and Collum goes reeling against the ropes. Marsham with the Irish whip, but Eric reverses, Marsham hits the ropes with a head of steam and then flies at Collum with a dropkick to the knee!! Good lord!! Collum somersaulted after that one! Eric clutches his knee in agony!” Keenan: “And now you’ll see ‘the Epitome of Technical Finesse’ completely dissect his opponent like a frog in biology 101.” Masters: “You’re just full of these clever little sayings, aren’t you?” Keenan: “I’m a broadcast journalist. It’s my job.” Daniels: “I thought your job was to call the action in the ring.” Keenan: “Actions speak louder than words, Daniels, and right now, Justin Marsham’s actions are screaming louder than Masters here when he found out the lounge in the back was all out of tea and crumpets.” Masters: “Har har har.” Marsham picks Collum up and hammers him across the back with a few forearm shots before executing a stalling suplex. Eric sits up, an agonized look on his face and Marsham rolls to his feet, delivering a swift soccer kick right to the back! Daniels: “And now we see Marsham targeting the back. Remember two weeks ago, Collum was powerbombed OVER the top rope right onto the floor. You have to expect that his back is not at 100% after that, and Marsham is exploiting that tonight.” Keenan: “It’s only a matter of time before the executioner starts singing.” Masters: “Don’t you mean the fat lady?” Keenan: “I was referring to Marsham’s finisher, dolt. Why, is Daniels’ wife in the building?” Daniels: “I’m not even married, ass!” Marsham pulls Collum to his feet and sets him up for a pumphandle maneuver. He lifts Eric and drives him SPINE FIRST over his knee! Daniels: “Pumphandle backbreaker! Marsham makes the cover!” 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “Collum is not out yet. Marsham picks Collum back up and whips him into the buckle. He charges in but Eric catches him with a back elbow! Marsham staggers out, holding his jaw, and Collum charges out…HEADSCISSOR TAKE-DOWN! Collum is back up and so is Marsham…SUPERKICK BY COLLUM!! Eric runs over him…ASAI MOONSAULT! COVER!!” 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Keenan: “Not even close!” Masters: “I mean…it was KINDA close…” Collum gets to his feet, pulling Marsham up by the hair. He hooks him up for a suplex and gestures to the crowd, getting a loud pop. Eric then executes a perfect suplex, but holds on, rolling over and standing up, hitting a second. The cheers grow louder as Eric moves back up, dragging Marsham with him, and hits a third! He pops up and appeals to the fans once more, then executes his patented breakdance legdrop! Collum makes the cover again! 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “Collum firmly in control here, but unable to make the three count after that impressive flurry of offense. Eric now up on his feet, measuring Marsham…running swinging neckbreaker! Collum is on a roll and Marsham rolls to the apron. Eric moves over to drag him back into the ring, but Marsham delivers a shoulder-block to the gut!” Masters: “Marsham hooking Collum up for a suplex right here in front of us! I don’t like this at all!” Keenan: “Just imagine how your boy Collum feels about it!” Marsham lifts Collum up with a vertical suplex, and then almost in slow-motion, falls backwards out onto the floor!! *THUUUD!!* Daniels: “COLLUM CRASHES ONTO THE FLOOR!! VERTICAL SUPLEX FROM THE RING TO THE FLOOR!!” Masters: “And after that Fiscus powerbomb last week, too!” Keenan: “Wow, you guys are very concerned. Maybe you can be the ones who wheel him out on the stretcher after the match.” Marsham takes a moment to recover from the fall himself, but quickly moves over to Collum who is writhing in pain on the floor, his back clearly in agony. Marsham pulls Collum up to his feet and puts him in an arm-wringer. He then whips Collum straight at the steel ring steps, causing Eric to somersault back-first into the steel!! *KA-CHUNK!!* Daniels: “DEAR LORD!!” Keenan: “What about this surprises you, Daniels? Justin Marsham has always played for keeps. He’s always been one to exploit his enemies’ weakness. That’s the name of the game! Eric Collum came into this match with obvious wounds and Marsham has capitalized on them!” The fans are jeering loudly now as Marsham stalks Collum. Despite the extreme pain, Eric is pulling on the apron-skirt, trying to get to his feet. Marsham gives Collum a trio of sharp kicks to the back before rolling him into the ring, following suit. Stephanie asks Collum if he wants to continue and he waves her away, but Marsham is there to pull him back up off the mat, hooking him up into a cobra clutch. Daniels: “Cobra-clutch Russian leg-sweep by Marsham! Justin stands over Collum and holds his arms out…PENDULUM ELBOW DROP! Marsham makes the cover!” 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! The fans react loudly as Collum is able to break the pin, and though slightly frustrated, Marsham maintains his focus. Marsham gets to his feet and glares at the crowd as a loud ‘CORRUM!’ chant breaks out. He heads back out onto the apron, gripping the top rope, waiting for Eric to get to his feet. Daniels: “He’s measuring him up now…Eric to his feet and he turns…springboard from the apron…AIR MARSHAM!” Masters: “COUNTERED!!” Collum avoids the lariat and catches Marsham who lands on his feet. Collum reverses the move into a thunderous C4!! *THUD!!* Keenan: “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?” Daniels: “What a counter from Collum!! The crowd is on their feet after that move!! Eric slowly crawls over for the cover and Steph is there to make the count!!” 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “Collum can’t believe it, and the fans can’t either!” Keenan: “That makes them all wrong, Daniels, because I wasn’t worried for a second!” Eric gets to his feet, dragging Marsham with him, fatigue clearly etched on the faces of both. Collum with a series of punches and he backs Justin to the ropes. He goes for the whip but Marsham reverses flinging Collum into the ropes. He rushes him with a lariat but Collum ducks! Eric leaps as Marsham runs through, and Collum goes for a springboard cross-body! On the run, Marsham executes a Yakuza kick, catching Collum right in the gut mid-flight!! Keenan: “AMAZING COUNTER!!” Daniels: “I grudgingly have to agree!” With a wild glare in his eyes, Marsham heads over to Collum who is laying face-down, clutching his ribs. He pulls him up a bit by his hair and suddenly and VIOLENTLY drives his foot to the back of Eric’s head, CURBSTOMPING him to the mat!! Daniels: “That’s…just sick…” Masters: “That’s just…wrong…” Keenan: “That’s just efficient.” Collum is lifeless as Marsham rolls him over, dropping down and covering him, hooking the leg. 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! The fans positively EXPLODE into cheers now as Marsham starts to let the frustration get to him finally. Keenan: “How is he still kicking out!?” Daniels: “I think Marsham is asking himself the same question at this point! Collum refuses to stay down!” Marsham drags Collum violently to his feet and shoots the cheering crowd another death-glare before shouldering Eric into a fireman’s carry. Eric fires back with a pair of elbow shots to Marsham’s temple, though, enabling him to drop back to his feet where he promptly PLANTS Marsham down with a Twist of Fate!! Collum goes for the cover!! 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “THREE! YES!!” Keenan: “Calm down there, SpongeBob, it was only two!” Collum and Marsham both remain on the mat. Eric is trying to get to his feet, but the pain in his back is starting to affect him. Daniels: “Wait, what is Idolized doing here!?” Keenan: “They probably just want to get a good view for the match, no big deal.” Masters: “Oh, that MUST be it.” Kyle Riley and Evan Tyler head towards the ring, intent on Eric Collum. However, their approach is halted as the lights in the house extinguish entirely! They blackness lasts only a couple seconds, but when the arena lights up again, a large figure stands between the two trespassers and the ring. Daniels: “MORTIUS!!” Keenan: “What is HE doing out here!?” Masters: “Probably just getting a nicer view.” Daniels: “Mortius will be teaming with Collum at EI, so I would take this as a show of CZW solidarity!” Mortius stalks Tyler and Riley, who retreat to the back immediately. Mortius follows, leaving Collum and Marsham to continue their match one-on-one. They begin to fight to their feet and Collum begins to get the upper hand! Daniels: “Collum with a kick to the gut! COLLUM WITH THE DESTROYER!!” Keenan: “Backdrop counter by Marsham! He picks Collum up…WICKED DRIVER IV!!” Masters: “Collum slides out the back door! Marsham turns…gut kick…COLLUMBINE!! COLLUMBI-OH!!” As Collum lifts Marsham up for the vertabreaker, Justin’s foot accidentally catches Stephanie right on the top of the head!! The referee falls to the mat holding her head, which Collum notices immediately, dropping Marsham face-first to the mat and checking on her. Daniels: “Stephanie took a hard shot there. I hope she’s alright…” Masters: “Marsham is a woman-kicker!” Keenan: “That was a total accident!” Daniels: “It WAS an accident, but she could be hurt! No, it looks like she’s okay.” Masters: “And Collum immediately stopped to make sure the lady was okay. What a knight in shining armor.” Collum turns back to Marsham who lunges at him in one fluid motion, lifting him and driving him to the mat with the Wicked Driver IV!! Keenan: “…who just got planted on his skull!” Marsham immediately makes the cover, hooking BOTH legs! Steph looks distraught at the fact that she involuntarily caused the distraction, but she is forced to do her job and make the count. 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -3!! *DING-DING-DING!* The crowd jeers loudly as Marsham rolls away from Collum, collapsing on his back in the middle of the ring. Keenan: “MARSHAM!!” Daniels: “Son of a bitch!” Masters: “Well, excuse me, but I’m going to go make sure Steph doesn’t need mouth-to-mouth…” Daniels: “You stay right there!” Keenan: “Justin Marsham is victorious. Collum gave it a good fight, but if we’ve learned anything here tonight it’s that behind every good man, there’s a good woman. And when that man starts to pay attention to that woman, there’s an even better man waiting to take the first man out and-“ Masters: “DO SHUT UP!” Daniels: “AGREED!” Marsham has regained his footing and started to make his way back up the ramp. He is greeted on the stage by Riley and Tyler who each raise one of his arms in a victory celebration. From the ring, Collum sits up, holding his head, glaring up the ramp at his adversary, shaking his head and the words he speaks, though drowned out by the music, are very clear. ‘This is not over.’ ***
Cheers sound off in the arena as we once again find ourselves backstage with current CZW champion Eddie Rowan and NJAW champion Choji Saiyga. Eddie is dressed in his ring-gear and Saiyga in a dark gray suit, and both seem to be having a cheerful conversation about their recent match against one another. As Eddie talks, Choji glances off to the side, all humor suddenly vanishing from his face. Eddie glances to the side and similarly changes his demeanor. The shot widens to show Alan Fiscus and Sam Attic, both attired in jeans and sleeveless black t-shirts.
Alan: “Well isn’t this sweet?”
Sam: “They’re like BFF’s!”
Alan: “Why don’t you two just form a tag-team? I’ve got the perfect name for you…the Paper Champions.”
Eddie smirks and nudges Choji.
Eddie: “Looks like all that time on welfare hasn’t helped Fiscus’ attitude.”
Fiscus gets right in Eddie’s face with a sadistic grin spanning from ear to ear.
Alan: “I know you think you’re funny, Edvard, but my boys and I will be wiping that smile off your face permanently soon enough.”
Fiscus is fiercely shoved backwards, but not by Eddie. Choji Saiyga steps in between the two, his arms folded across his chest.
Choji: “I find your lack of respect appalling. This man has a match soon, but if you’re intent on getting into a fight here, I’ll be happy to accommodate you.”
Sam puts his hand on Alan’s shoulder, and Alan shrugs it off, stepping back.
Alan: “I’m a patient man. It can wait. But mark my words and mark them well. I won’t be forgetting THIS, and that’s a promise.”
Choji: “You are, of course, a man of your word…”
Alan prepares to lunge at Saiyga, but Sam once more grabs his arm.
Sam: “Come on, Alan, Baines said not to cripple the ‘ambassadors,’ remember? We’ll let these little fruits have their fun tonight.”
Alan says nothing. He points at Saiyga threateningly and begins to back away. As they leave, Choji turns back to Eddie.
Choji: “And here I was looking forward to a little fun.”
Eddie: “Me, too.”
Eddie sets the steel chair that he was holding down and the two share a chuckle as we go back to ringside. Keenan: That Saiyga Gaga guy is lucky Alan's brother was there to save him. Daniels: I have a feeling that Choji Saiyga would mop the floor with Fiscus, Keenan. Keenan: I didn't know humanoids had feelings. Thanks for sharing. Daniels: Well, anyway... We have an update on our (sigh) UV Champ and Sledge. Seems the car was stolen, the driver escaped and our so called Champ was doing something underhanded. Masters: Jakob Mayhem is a man of honor. He wouldn’t do anything underhanded. Daniels: You live in a glass house don’t you? Keenan: I wouldn’t want to be the one that didn’t get the job done. Jakob Mayhem is a terror as it is. If he focused on one person …. Masters: That is what got him the title in the first place. Daniels: Yeah, yeah, if he is so above board on things he wouldn’t be hurt right now. The doctors have said they will recover, just not in time for the match tonight, it will be a couple weeks before they can do anything. Masters: Good then we will see the true UV Champ at his best. Daniels: Well, now it's time for our main event!
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ Buzzsaw vs. Mortius vs. El Pablo vs. Eddie Rowan (c) TOWERS: "This match is your main event of the evening and is for the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!" The Japanese crowd cheers loudly DANIELS: "This is going to be electric!" MASTERS: "This is going to be epic!" KEENAN: "This is going to stink!" D & M: "WHAT!?" DANIELS: "These are four of the best wrestlers in CZW right now!" KEENAN: "That's the problem, they work for Derek Damage." TOWERS: "Introducing first..." "Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn plays over the PA, and the Japanese cheer loudly for someone who could be considered a hometown warrior. TOWERS: "Hailing from Akron, Ohio and weighing in at 310 pounds... he is a former CZW Ultraviolent champion... The Hardcore Icon... BUZZSAW!!" Buzzsaw comes out, with a determined look on his face and a small fireworks display going off. He is wearing black sweatpants and the most recent "CZW" t-shirt. He raises his arms in a pose for a moment before making his way to the ring, high fiving fans on the way in. TOWERS: "Introducing next..." "Tearing the Veil from Grace" by Cradle of Filth plays over the PA, to a loud pop. The lights dim, and a purple hazed fog emits from the entrance curtain TOWERS: "Hailing from San Antonio, Texas and weighing in at 304 pounds... a former CZW World Heavyweight champion... The Shadow... MORTIUS!!" Wearing a black leather trench coats without sleeves, Mortius walks out with his long black hair hanging in his face. He is wearing black gloves. The coat is open, showing his all black ring attire. He slowly walks down to the ring, the audience in awe of his presence. TOWERS: "Introducing next..." "Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction plays over the PA, to yet another loud pop. TOWERS: "Hailing from Tijuana, England and weighing in at 195 pounds... He is the ONLY CZW Grand Slam champion... The Five Star Superstar... EL PABLO!!" The lights are now illuminated in yellow and blue as El Pablo walks out, with Cristal, who is also wearing a yellow and blue ensemble. He poses, then walks down to the ring... high fiving fans along the way. TOWERS: "And their opponent..." "Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa plays over the PA TOWERS: "Hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds... he is the current reigning and defending CZW World Heavyweight champion... EDDIE ROWAN!!" A larger fireworks display goes off, as Eddie jumps out, full of energy. He wears a black leather jacket, no shirt, and red and black loose latex tights. The title is worn tightly around his waist as he does his 'taunt' pose, and also high fives fans on his way down." KEENAN: "Three of these men need to wash their hands after touching all of these japanese people's hands!" MASTERS: "And Mortius needs to remember to be ALIVE! He looks totally GHOULISH here tonight, I have goose bumps." DANIELS: "Quite intimidating indeed, but none of these other men seem to be so. Eddie hands the referee in charge, David Christopherson, the title. All four men are in their respective corners, doing their various routines before the bell." KEENAN: "Look at this car wreck of a match. One guy looks like he just walked out of a plane crash, One man looks like he just ran away from a circus, one man looks like something that is dead... and then there's Mortius!" MASTERS: "I can't say I don't agree there, but bloody hell, these are CZWers... and as Jarred has been saying a lot lately, I can't believe I'm saying this... but these men are superior to your men, no doubt about it, Yankee!" KEENAN: "Well, you're English. You're supposed to make bad decisions." DANIELS: "OKAY... All four men come forward to the center of the ring, with the referee going over the rules. All four men look at each other, and then quickly put their fists out for a four man bump before the bell. Great showmanship there." MASTERS: "This isn't patty cake, let's get this thing on!" DING DING DING KEENAN: "HERE we go! I hope they kill each other so Alan can be champ again!" DANIELS: "Please. All four men go at it, and this match WILL be a tornado match, no tags in this one folks! El Pablo and Eddie lock up, Mortius and Buzzsaw as well. Each pairing up with their most even opponent. Mortius quickly kneelifts Buzzsaw in the gut, taking control. EP and Eddie exchange a series of back and forth punches, before the champ surprises EP by ducking his last punch, going behind him, and nailing a standing dropkick to the face as he turns around." MASTERS: "Mortius is slamming Buzzsaw's head into a turnbuckle, before Buzzsaw responds with a surprise punch to the gut. Buzzsaw then eye gouges Mortius, making him grab at his eyes. Good tactic there. Buzzsaw grabs him... and nails a Russian legsweep! He is back up, and picks Mortius up by the hair... he throws him to the ropes... no, reversal! Oh hell... Mortius just clotheslined Buzzsaw over the top rope and both men fall down to the ground! This is going to get real interesting, real quick!" KEENAN: "That Mortius is a mad man. He plays nice most of the time, but I can tell... he's not all there. And besides my superior intellect figuring that out... well, you can tell just by his choice of wardrobe." DANIELS: "Eddie has EP in a corner, and has delivered a series of loud chops to the chest. He lifts EP up on the top... he is going for a rolling neckbreaker! EP fights it off however, and dazed Eddie with two stiff kicks to the jaw... EP unsettles himself, and leaps... Missile dropkick to the champ!" MASTERS: "On the outside, Mortius and Buzzsaw are back up and trading blows again. Mortius grabs Buzzsaw by the head... oh hell, they're coming over here... Mortius slams Buzzsaw's head on our tabl-NO! Buzzsaw blocks it! Shot to the gut..." * THWACK * KEENAN: "Watch the suit!" MASTERS: "Buzzsaw slams Mortius' head down on our table!" DANIELS: "Mortius stumbles off a little, and Buzzsaw is staying on top of him... as you should with someone of Mortius' magnitude. He grabs him by the head, and he's going to slam his head into the ringpost... No! Mortius' turn to block, and he grabs Buzzsaw's head..." * THUNG! * KEENAN: "Egad, Buzzsaw just got even uglier somehow!" MASTERS: "On the inside, EP has the champ down as he's delivering a series of forearms to the face... If I HAD to pick a winner, I'll go with the squirrel. At least part of him is from England." KEENAN: "Which part?" MASTERS: "Don't ask." DANIELS: "EP lifts Eddie up and throws him to the ropes... perfectly placed spinning leg lariat! EP goes for the first cover of the night!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT KEENAN: "On the outside, the ugly guy is in control of the even uglier guy." DANIELS: "... In other words, Mortius has Buzzsaw positioned and it looks like he's going to slam him into the ring steps... Heres comes the whip... REVERSAL!" * SMASH! * MASTERS: "Oh man, Mortius' legs just collided hard with those steps, and he is out!" KEENAN: "That's one way to take down a monster. Kill the body, and the head will die." DANIELS: "Oh, you read Hunter S. Thompson?" KEENAN: "No, but I used to bang Rachel Hunter." MASTERS: "Riiiight." DANIELS: "On the inside, EP irish whips Eddie into a corner... he comes running in... but Eddie moves at the last moment, and EP crashes into the turnbuckle sternum first! Eddie grabs EP from behind... lifts him up.. and slams him down with an inverted suplex!" MASTERS: "Buzzsaw has lifted Mortius back up, and tosses him back in the ring... following right behind, as all four men are back in the ring again. Mortius' left leg is definitely bothering the big man, as he is favoring it and acting very gingerly with it." KEENAN: "And you know all about acting gingerly." MASTERS: "Do you even know what that means, Barry?" KEENAN: "... No, but I can imagine." DANIELS: "Buzzsaw is capitolizing on it, as he has Mortius' legs up and begins delivering a series of elbow drops to the wounded leg. Eddie has EP back up, and kicks him in the gut... this time with a vertical suplex, to compliment the previous inverted. Buzzsaw now locks on a leg grapevine, which causes Mortius to scream out the most terrible sound ever. Yikes." KEENAN: "That's not the worst. Trying sleeping with a drunken Opera singer." DANIELS: "I'd rather not, thank you. Eddie is back up, and sees that the ref is asking Mortius if he'll submit.... Eddie runs to the ropes... and baseball slides right into Buzzsaw's face, breaking the hold!" MASTERS: "The champ is trying to protect his title right here. Nothing worse than losing your belt by not even being the one to get pinned or made submit." KEENAN: "Yeah, just ask Alan Fiscus about that one." DANIELS: "Eddie picks Buzzsaw up now, and delivers a series of forearms to the forehead. He throws him to the ropes... and nails him with a spinning heel kick! Eddie is the only man standing, as the other three men are in recovery mode! The crowd is getting really hot, too!" CROWD: "EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE!" MASTERS: "Eddie appreciates them... which is a horrible move on his part, this is wasted time! He then looks around, and decides to go back after EP. He lifts the masked man up... but EP surprises him with a chop to the throat! That's what you get for taking your eyes off the ball. Doesn't anyone listen to me?" KEENAN: "What'd you say?" DANIELS: "EP grabs Eddie... locks him up... and nails him with a Cross-arm neckbreaker! EP immediately runs to the ropes... rolls... and slams down on Eddie with a Rolling Thunder! He stays on top for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Pretty close there! EP is back up, and looks down at Eddie before turning around to run to the--OH! Mortius is back up, and EP just ran right into his hand... which now proceeds to wrap around his throat!" KEENAN: "Holy cow, NOT a position I'd ever want to be in! That's like the Grim Reaper coming for your life!" DANIELS: "EP is obviously surprised, as Mortius lifts him up --" * SLAM! * DANIELS: "Choke slam! But Mortius is still pretty hurt, nursing the left leg and barely able to put weight on it. That collision with the ring steps must have really did a number on the dark one." MASTERS: "Mortius then picks up Buzzsaw, who was back up to his knees... and punches him hard in the face! Again! Two more times! He thens picks him up and quickly slams him back down with a scoop slam. He almost lost his balance on that one though." DANIELS: "Mortius then turns his attention to Eddie, who is also just up on his knees... and WOW! Kicks him right in the face, and hard! Eddie collapses down on his back, landing awkwardly with his legs under him!" KEENAN: "Alright, I'm betting my money on Ozzy Osbourne here. This guy is a monster." DANIELS: "Mortius is standing large now, the only man up." CROWD: "MORT-I-US! MORT-I-US! MORT-I-US!" MASTERS: "Looking at Mortius in the face should put fear in ANY man's heart, bloody hell!" KEENAN: "And yet, he has one flaw. He's on Alan Fiscus' shit list!" DANIELS: "I hope Mortius crushes him." KEENAN: "Keep on hoping, pencil neck." MASTERS: "Mortius picks EP back up. He throws him to the nearest corner... not looking good for the squirrel here! A series of punches to the head and gut from the Shadow, and EP is lit up!" DANIELS: "EP slumps down to the canvas, as Mortius looks down upon him. Mortius then turns around... OH! Buzzsaw with an unconventional move, dropkicking his left knee! Mortius crumbles as he lets out another hellish yell!" KEENAN: "One thing about this mad man here, this Buzzsaw... he knows how to hurt you, and hurt you good." MASTERS: "You actually give a damn enough to do research on these guys?" KEENAN: "I am a professional, William. I am a broadcast journalist." DANIELS: "And you both have the wildest mood swings I've ever seen. All night long, one moment you're rational, the next you're insane. William was enough, but now I have to work with -2- ego maniacs. I must have been a bad boy this year." MASTERS: "Of course you were, but that's beside the fact. Buzzsaw is punching away at Mortius' head, as EP is still laid out in the corner and Eddie is slowly getting back up to his feet." KEENAN: "After the way Eddie crumbled, I'm surprised he's getting up at all." DANIELS: "He has more heart than I've ever seen, Barry. Buzzsaw has Mortius back up, and kicks him in the gut... Double Underhook DDT! He goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "Well, the Drunken Warlord is back up and sees Eddie getting up. He walks over to him, and grabs him by the hair. In a corner now, and Buzzsaw bashes Eddie's head a series of times into the turnbuckle. What a move." CROWD: "BUZZSAW! BUZZSAW! BUZZSAW!" DANIELS: "They take a few steps back, and Buzzsaw nails the champ with a back suplex. The Hardcore Icon is all fired up, feeding off of the energy of this electric crowd." KEENAN: "Or the 6 Pack he downed in minutes right before the match." MASTERS: "Bloody good one there, Barry." KEENAN: "Thank you." DANIELS: "Buzzsaw turns around... and El Pablo out of nowhere, nails him with a springboard enziguri! Wow! EP nailed that perfectly, as he almost always does!" KEENAN: "Now, tell me... is this guy from Mexico... or England... or... you know, he looks quite Japanese under that mask." MASTERS: "It's an age old mystery. I'm fairly certain he's from England, which is why he is my pick to win this thing. I don't like any of these guys much, though, I bloody well tell you that. Ryan Shane should be in this." DANIELS: "But he is not. EP has seemingly found a second wind, as he has laid out Buzzsaw with that kick... Mortius is back up now, but groggy... EP notices, and goes to a corner... he gets up on the top... oh, look at this... such agility here... he walks the ropes to the middle almost... and flys at Mortius, nailing him with a clothesline!" CROWD: "EP! EP! EP!" KEENAN: "This crowd is more American than I thought. They cheer for whoever is on top!" DANIELS: "They respect all four men greatly, Barry. I'd thought you would know that, being a broadcast journalist and all." KEENAN: "I only pay detail to the facts, Jarred... and the facts are, these guys are all stinkers." MASTERS: "They might be just that, but at least there's not a bloody Renegade in there." DANIELS: "Eddie is back up now, but EP noticed before I did. He kicks Eddie in the gut... and nails a quick snap suplex. He picks him back up and drags him to a corner... oh, business is about to pick up... EP places Eddie in the corner, upside down, in the tree of woe... The crowd is hot as EP backs up... with a full head of steam... OH! Dropkick right to the face! Eddie collapses in a heap!" KEENAN: "The champ is done, he might as well kiss that belt goodbye now." MASTERS: "Well, don't waste time playing up to the crowd, Pablo!" DANIELS: "EP is also surging off of this energy, and is fired up. He turns back around and sees Buzzsaw getting up... EP kicks him and picks him up by the hair. A series of chops, and EP runs to the ropes... Cross body! NO! Buzzsaw, the bigger man, catches him! Buzzsaw positions himself... and a fallaway slam! With authority, as EP almost slides out of the ring! This match is wearing on all four men, you can tell... but Buzzsaw pushes through it and picks EP up... kick to the gut..." * THAWK * DANIELS: "Cradle Piledriver!! Buzzsaw goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . MORTIUS BREAKS IT UP MASTERS: "The monster breaks it up out of desperation, but gets back to his feet. He grabs Buzzsaw, and gets behind him... and it looks like... submission move here, as Mortius locks in a raised up Full nelson! He's got it locked on and Buzzsaw struggles in pain. The ref is asking him, and he might as well give up now. He can't break this." DANIELS: "Buzzsaw has been through all kinds of hell, I doubt he's going to submit to an old school move like this." KEENAN: "Don't discredit the old style, moves like this are killer and that's why they were some of the first wrestling moves ever. Do your homework, Daniels." DANIELS: "'Do your homework?' I'm the only one here who does his job correctly!" KEENAN: "That's debatable." MASTERS: "The only thing you do correctly is annoy me, Jarred. Mortius does give it up, however, and drops Buzzsaw right on his face. Mortius now turns his sights back on EP, and this could be trouble for the squirrel. He picks him up by the throat... and kicks him in the gut. He locks him up... Front falling suplex! He goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT KEENAN: "Amazing he could kick out of that, I'll give this circus clown some credit for that one." DANIELS: "Well, the big man is up again, and the only man standing once again. It's looking real good in his favor, at least at this time. He looks around, and picks back up Buzzsaw. He picks him up, and quickly disperses him with a bodyslam. He slowly walks over to the nearest corner... is he going up top!?" MASTERS: "This is a bad move right here, Mortius is a beast, he doesn't need to resort to such high risk moves to put a man down. What is he doing this for?" KEENAN: "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to open my eyes, look up, and see that black mass of badness coming down on me." MASTERS: "Ok, good point." DANIELS: "He's up top... but just as he steadies himself, Eddie throws his body into the ropes! Mortius falls down, and gets crotched!" KEENAN: "Ow." MASTERS: "Double ow." DANIELS: "Eddie is still sluggish from that tree of woe, however, and is struggling to get the energy to capitolize. All four men are out at this moment. Eddie begins to get back up, using the ropes. He is up now, and slaps a leaning-forward Mortius in the face, and hard. Eddie slowly joins him... He's going for a superplex!" KEENAN: "There's no way Eddie can lift that big man up." DANIELS: "If he does, it'll be right on top of Buzzsaw as well!" MASTERS: "Two birds with one stone." DANIELS: "Mortius tries to fight it off, but Eddie counters... he lifts... HE DOES IT!" * CLANNNG * MASTERS: "But Buzzsaw somehow had the presence of mind to move out of the way, so only Mortius takes the brunt from that superplex." KEENAN: "Eddie Rowan must take steroids. There's no way he could do that without." DANIELS: "Ever hear of heart? Determination? Sheer will?" KEENAN: "No, never." DANIELS: "..." MASTERS: "Well, bloody hell, all four men are down again... but it looks like EP is about to get up. And he does. He looks around, trying to decide what to do next. I'd say, tell that Cristal to quit cheerleading for him and come sit on Daddy Masters' lap." DANIELS: "Daddy Masters? You've got to be kidding me." KEENAN: "That's a gamble, William. You never know what's underneath that mask." MASTERS: "I can put something underneat--" DANIELS: "PLEASE! EP has decided to stalk Eddie, who is trying to get back up again. As he does, EP side swipes him with a forearm... kick to the gut... Twist of fate- no! Eddie pushes EP forward... Eddie grabs EP and sets him up for a inverted suplex... but EP flips all the way around, and lands on his feet! Eddie turns around... and Buzzsaw surprises them both with a double clothesline!" KEENAN: "Couldn't they smell the hardcore?" MASTERS: "Look at him, the lights are on but nobody's home! And I'm talking the referee, this guy is DUMB." DANIELS: "Christopherson is a very qualified official! Buzzsaw has decided to take this opportunity to go outside..." KEENAN: "He needs more liquor. Look, he's searching under the ring for something he must have stashed earlier." DANIELS: "Quite the contrary, as he pulls out a table! The crowd pops loud!" MASTERS: "SSSHH.... you can't say that on air, Jarred!" KEENAN: "Look at him though, he's so sluggish and out of shape... he is having trouble getting it in the ring." DANIELS: "On the third try, he is able to slide the folded table into the ring... you knew you'd see something like this at some point, with him being in the match. He gets in, and picks the table back up... placing it, still folded, in a corner." KEENAN: "Maybe he wants to play cards or something after the match." MASTERS: "No no, that's way too hard for someone with Buzzsaw's IQ to do." DANIELS: "He turns around, and goes to pick up El Pablo... He is going to irish whip him face first into the table! He tosses EP.. but EP drops to his knees, causing a halt. It catches Buzzsaw off guard, and he stumbles for a minute before going back towards EP. EP is back up, and surprises Buzzsaw with a Monkey flip, using his momentum against him!" KEENAN: "Bah, I wanted to see someone go through the table." MASTERS: "Oh, believe me... you're going to see that at some point. This is CZW, Keenan. No horse shit, all out wars." KEENAN: "So that IS Hardcore I am smelling! I was beginning to think it was horse shit." DANIELS: "EP goes to the outside of the apron, and aims... nailing the fallen Buzzsaw with a slingshot splash. He stays on top for a cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" MASTERS: "You have thousands of Japanese people screaming the best wrestling promotion in the world's name. You hear that Barry? They know the deal." KEENAN: "I can't make out what they are saying, so you have nothing but an empty statement." DANIELS: "It's clear as day, and you're as deaf as a bat. EP is back up, and drops a legdrop across the Icon's throat." MASTERS: "On the other side of the ring, Mortius is about to get back up to his feet, and OH! Eddie just surprised El Pablo with a European uppercut! EP stumbles back, and Mortius grabs him from behind! He grabs his head! He's going for the Mortal Coil!" DANIELS: "But Eddie Rowan dropkicks Mortius in mid-move, and both Mortius and EP fall down! Eddie is on his feet, and picks up Mortius... He picks him up, on his shoulders... he positions him where he wants him.... OH! GREEN RIVER PLUNGE!" KEENAN: "Damn, I must say.. that's an excellent move." DANIELS: "Quite a feat, considering the size difference between them! Instead of going for a cover, however, Eddie turns his attention to EP... kick to the gut, and Eddie throws him to the ropes... drop toe-hold! And Eddie folds it into a Texas Cloverleaf! What a combo! The ref is in great position, and EP is in the center of the ring!" MASTERS: "Hold on to your nuts, EP!" KEENAN: "And why is this Cristal allowed down here anyway? She's slapping the canvas, making all kinds of ruckus over there!" DANIELS: "She's cheering on her man, who she valets, Barry!" KEENAN: "Isn't that illegal?" MASTERS: "Not THAT kind of valet, Keenan. And I don't think it is in Japan." KEENAN: "OH! Well, I just made plans for later on tonight then." DANIELS: "Despicable. EP is fighting hard, and hasn't submitted yet... but he can't get to a rope, as Eddie has it locked on tight. Wait, he sees Buzzsaw getting up to his feet and lets go! He's going to clothesline Buzzsaw over the top rope!" MASTERS: "But Buzz drops, pulling the top rope down! Rowan falls down to the floor, and hard!" KEENAN: "Well, he's done. No man can get back up right away after smacking your face on concrete." DANIELS: "Unfortunately, you may be right. Buzzsaw is getting back up, and sees both EP and Mortius lying on the mat. He chooses EP, and picks him up by his mask. He turns him around, and kicks him to the gut... throws him to the rope... Buzzsaw runs to the opposite ropes... and takes EP down hard with a Spear! Wow! He's going for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT KEENAN: "Holy cow, I thought that was it!" MASTERS: "Bloody amazing." DANIELS: "Buzzsaw is a little shocked that EP still has life in him. Mortius hasn't really even moved yet, as Buzzsaw is back up to his feet. He grabs EP and picks him back up. He throws him to the ropes again..." MASTERS: "Oh hell, he doesn't realize Mortius has just risen up from the grave!" KEENAN: "He seems quite in pain, but I wouldn't want even a 10% Mortius standing behind me!" MASTERS: "I know what 10% you're talking about too. and I think you're lying. You DO want that behind you!" KEENAN: "Elementary burns don't work on me, Masters. Grow up." DANIELS: "EP keeps hold of the top rope, and Buzzsaw gets turned around by Mortius... kick to the gut... Mortius grabs him in a standing front headlock... and begins repeatedly kneeing him in the ribs! The series of shots drops Buzzsaw to all fours, and Mortius goes to the ropes... but EP, out of NOWHERE, uses Buzzsaw's back as a springboard and nails Mortius with a leg lariat, causing him to fall through the ropes and down to the floor!" MASTERS: "Amazing agility." DANIELS: "EP then turns his attention to Buzzsaw, and locks him in a Magistral Cradle!!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT KEENAN: "Okay, okay... this is a good match, I admit. But it would be even better if the Renegades came down here and kicked all four men in the head!" DANIELS: "Well, that's not going to happen this time, Barry! Baines herself has banned any outside interference from ANYONE in this match... if they do, they are fired... and this time, there is NO coming back!" KEENAN: "You think I don't know that? I was in the same meeting as you, pencil neck. Loosen your tie and breath some, you're too uptight." DANIELS: "Anyway, wait --" The feed cuts to backstage, where Most of the Renegades - Alan Fiscus, Jesse Montana, Justin Marsham, Godzilla Sawyer, Sam Attic & Jack Abraham - watching the match on a monitor. They conversate some about the match, apparently taking notes. KEENAN: "That's my boys! They are obviously taking notes on this match, considering all four of these men will be on Team CZW for the main event of Extreme Insurrection. Team Renegade is going to make short work of your team, and that's because these four are killing themselves right now for the World title. Fiscus, Attic, Sawyer, Marsham, Montana... wow, it's going to be REAL short." DANIELS: "Keep dreaming, Keenan. EP is now crouched on top of Buzzsaw, hitting a series of forearms to the head. EP is up, and runs to the ropes... but slams face first to the mat, as Eddie grabs his ankle!" MASTERS: "Whoa, I was sure that Eddie's equation was taken out for good! He is a champion for a reason, there's no doubt about that. Even I can admit that." DANIELS: "I will chalk your odd respect up to CZW unity." MASTERS: "... Well played, Daniels." KEENAN: "Go ahead and kiss, I can wait." DANIELS: "Rowan slides back into the ring, obviously a little injured... which all four men are by now, no doubt... but he's fighting with all his heart to retain his title. He kicks EP hard in the side, and then quickly dropkicks the face of Buzzsaw, who had just barely got back up on all fours again. He then picks Buzzsaw up.. kick to the gut... Sit-out Gordbuster!! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT KEENAN: "Wow, that train wreck kicked out of that? I am almost impressed!" DANIELS: "It's safe to say ALL four men in this match are fighting with all their heart and might. The biggest prize in the game is at stake, you have to bring your A+ performance in such a match. Eddie is slow to move to get up, as he is nursing some pain... leaving all four men laid out. Wait, Mortius is beginning to pull himself up with the apron... but terribly slow." KEENAN: "Creeping death!" MASTERS: "You listen to Metallica? Why am I not surprised?" KEENAN: "Who?" DANIELS: "Eddie begins getting up, but so is EP. They look at each other, exhausted, but high on adrenaline as well. Buzzsaw is the most out-of-it of the four of them, as he is still on his back. MASTERS: "Rowan and Pablo suddenly rush at each other, throwing punches in a frenzy... where did they get this sudden burst of energy?" KEENAN: "I'm telling you, cocaine addicts, the whole lot of them." DANIELS: "Mortius has made his way back up on the apron, and he's zeroing in on Buzzsaw as Eddie and EP exchange fists. He enters the ring, and picks Buzzsaw up... and nails him with a double underhook piledriver! MORTIUS IS GOING FOR THE PIN!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . FOOT UNDER THE ROPES KEENAN: "Holy hell, I think I'm going to have a heart attack. I thought there was a new champ, right there." MASTERS: "Eddie has taken control of EP on the other side of the ring, and kicks him hard in the gut..." * FLIP * DANIELS: "EVENFLOW! EDDIE NAILS THE EVENFLOW!!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . MORTIUS BREAKS IT UP DANIELS: "Broken up by Mortius! Mortius now pounds away on the back of Eddie with forearms... He grabs him by the arm, and throws him to the ropes... he lifts Eddie up in a military press! He's going for that rib breaker combo of his, but Eddie wiggles and falls to Mortius' back! Mortius turns around... kick to the back of the thigh, followed by a kick to the gut... repeated... repeated! Eddie grabs Mortius and nails him with an inverted atomic drop.... followed by a crashing Shining wizard! EDDIE IS GOING FOR THE COVER!!!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . BUZZSAW BREAKS IT UP MASTERS: "Good lord, I thought it was over." KEENAN: "It needs to be over, I have plans for tonight!" DANIELS: "We know about your plans, that'll only talk 30 minutes tops!" KEENAN: "You must not know about all the break throughs they've made in the medical field, Jarred! They have pills that make you go for HOURS." DANIELS: "I'm not interested in hearing about how long you can go, Barry. All men are just exhausted, as they all lay on the mat still. Eddie is moving the most, and is back up to his feet first. He goes after Buzzsaw, who is the most conscious of the other three right now... but to call any of these four men conscious might be an over statement. They are working on sheer will and determination right now." KEENAN: "And a cocaine high." MASTERS: "None of these men do cocaine, Barry. Believe me, I've tried to party with them. They're all boring. Well, except maybe Buzzsaw. But do I look like someone who would party with Buzzsaw?" DANIELS: "Eddie nails Buzzsaw with a few forearms to the face, and leaves him standing in a daze as he runs to the ropes.... but OH! EP leaps up and nails Eddie with a drop toe-hold... but EP stays on the ground, obviously still out of it. Buzzsaw shakes his cobwebs a little, and sees the situation... he runs to the ropes, and legdrops the back of Eddie's head!" KEENAN: "But of course he can't get back up. All four men are laid out on the mat once again." DANIELS: "EP is the first to start moving, after hitting Eddie with a drop toe-hold... He sees Mortius is getting up, and gets up as quickly as he can... He measures him as he gets up... kicks him in the gut, and throws him to the nearest corner... Handspring Rebound Enziguri!! Dear lord, where did EP get the strength to have such grace!?" MASTERS: "I am astonished! He nailed Mortius right in the head, but of course with that last burst of energy EP is right back to laying on the mat. All four men need rest. This has been a killer match." KEENAN: "Yeah, it's giving me a killer headache anyway!" DANIELS: "Buzzsaw is back up, and picks up Eddie by the hair... He punches him in the gut and positions him... oh this could be the end of it right here... Buzzsaw lifts him... GUNZO BOMB!! THE COVER!" * BAM * ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "THE CHAMP KICKED OUT! THE CHAMP KICKED OUT!" KEENAN: "Damn, Jarred! I can hear you just fine, no need to yell!" DANIELS: "I'm excited, you fool! This is exciting!" KEENAN: "Oh. Right." MASTERS: "Now again, all four men are laid out. Buzzsaw is looking up to the lights on his back, shock on his face that Eddie kicked out. Mortius is still hanging off the ropes in that corner, while EP is beginning to stir again. EP slowly stands up, as Mortius uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Mortius stumbles towards, EP delivers three hard chops to the big man's chest." * CHOP * * CHOP * * CHOP * MASTERS: "The Shadow is not impressed, however, and quickly grabs EP by throat! Oh hell! He lifts him up... high!" * SLAM! * KEENAN: "It's over." DANIELS: "Mortius with a HIGH VOLUME Choke Slam! He hooks the leg!!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT KEENAN: "Holy cow!" MASTERS: "He kicked out!" DANIELS: "Mortius' eyes are wide, and he rolls over and lays on his back. EP is on his stomach, and again... all four men lay on the mat. Buzzsaw slowly begins to get up." MASTERS: "Man, these guys are really taking it to each other, and I don't mean in the way Keenan does to himself once he's at his hotel. This could really play a big part in the big ten man match at the PPV. You know what this means? This means Eddie needs to lay down and let EP win the belt!" DANIELS: "Yeah, after all this effort, let's have it finish with a B.S. ending. Good call, William." MASTERS: "I do what I can." KEENAN: "And that ain't much." DANIELS: "Buzzsaw is up, but quite barely. He stumbles around, as Mortius begins getting up himself. They look at each other, both in pain, and each beginning saying things we can't hear... It appears they are telling each other to bring it." MASTERS: "Brilliant deduction, Sherlock." DANIELS: "They stumble towards each other, and begin throwing lackluster punches at each other. The exchange is going back and forth, each man returning the shot the other gave just seconds before. Mortius suddenly kicked Buzzsaw in the gut. He's going for a vertical suplex... but Buzzsaw blocks it. Buzzsaw then kicks him in the gut, and the repeat of the suplex attempt.. but also blocked. Mortius uppercuts Buzzsaw in the throat, and goes to throw him into the stood up table in the corner! NO! BUZZSAW REVERSES!" * SMASH!!! * DANIELS: "Buzzsaw threw Mortius face first into the table, breaking it in half! Buzzsaw then capitolizes by picking Mortius back up... He underhooks both arms... BUZZKILLER!!!! THIS COULD BE IT!!" * THUD * MASTERS: "Buzzsaw is taking a moment, but he's back up... it looks like he's going to go for the cover!" KEENAN: "Oh!" DANIELS: "EL PABLO OUT OF NOWHERE!! He nails Buzzsaw with the Identity Crisis, that jumping double-arm DDT! Buzzsaw and Mortius are both out! EP can win it all right now!" MASTERS: "Do it, El Peehole!" KEENAN: "I thought that's who you were backing in this match." MASTERS: "He's the one I like the most. Well, like isn't the right word. He's the one I hate the least." DANIELS: "El Pablo also takes a moment to get back up... but he's slowly getting that way... WAIT!! EDDIE IS UP!! He runs at EP from behind.. he leaps! OH!!" MASTERS: "WHAT A MOVE!" DANIELS: "ROWAN HITS EL PABLO WITH THE ENDGAME!! That deadly flipping headscissors takedown, and EP is out! Eddie is up! He looks around, and sees he is the only man standing! He goes to the corner nearest Mortius!" MASTERS: "Crap, this could be it! He's climbing to the top!" KEENAN: "Holy cow, this really could be it! Mortius is out! Buzzsaw is out! El Pablo is out!" MASTERS: "And soon, I'll be out... out to dinner!" DANIELS: "Rowan measures...." * CLUMP!!!! * DANIELS: "ST. EDWARD'S FALL ON TO MORTIUS!!!!! THE COVER!!!!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!!!!!! * DING DING DING * "Slip Slide Melting" plays over the PA again, as the crowd is going crazy. All four men are laid out, and the referee places the CZW World Heavyweight title in Eddie's arms. TOWERS: "YOUR WINNER AND STILL CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.. EDDIE ROWAN!!" CROWD: "EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE!" DANIELS: "What an insane match! It really could have gone to any of them, but the champion stay strong and pulls through, retaining the title!" KEENAN: "I have to admit it, all joking aside, that was one hell of a match." MASTERS: "Eh, Indeed." Eddie slowly gets back up, and raises the title high in the air as his song continues and the crowd keeps chanting his name. DANIELS: "Rowan is a true champion, after his moment of glory, he is making sure the other three men are conscious." KEENAN: "I'd be too busy drinking champagne and talking to women." DANIELS: "It looks like everyone will be okay, and Eddie proceeds climbs to to the top of each turnbuckle, holding the belt up high for everyone to see. A barrage of camera flashes go off in each corner, these fans are ecstatic." MASTERS: "Well, Whatever. If not El Pablo... El Guapo will do."
Daniels: Well, we’ve certainly had an eventful night already here in Yokohama, and it’s all happened with a dark cloud hanging over Extreme Insurrection’s main event!
Masters: You really are a twit, I hope you know that.
Keenan: Boys, the dark cloud you’re talking about is the omnipresence of The Renegades.
Daniels: ...What’s omnipresence?
"Dreams" by Van Halen plays as CZW’s owner struts out to a very mixed reaction from the Japanese crowd. Some people are throwing things at him, while others are more respectful of the boss. For his part, Damage pays them no mind as he saunters down the aisle toward the ring.
Keenan: Great, what does Wrinkles McPastyass want?
Masters: Well, considering you’ve probably had your head up Baines’ cooch all night, our esteemed Chairman has some major news regarding the Extreme Insurrection main event that Mr. Roboto over here was talking about earlier.
Daniels: Domo arigato.
Masters: ...Why won’t you die?
Damage takes his time with the steps, making sure not to break a hip, before gingerly stepping through the ring ropes and grabbing a microphone. As his music dies down, a more telling reaction greets the Chairman; some chant “CZW!” while others are booing like there’s no tomorrow. Damage raises the microphone to his mouth...
Damage: Now, before I begin-
The Japanese wrestling faithful are drowning Damage out with boos at this moment, though the Chairman seems to be enjoying the treatment.
Daniels: Now, I’m not usually a fan of Derek, but even I have to admit that this treatment’s over the line.
Masters: If they thought Hiroshima was bad, just wait until they piss Damage off! Nobody listens to the Japanese anyway, so the man should just talk!
The crowd is still very much restless as Damage attempts to put across his message, though they’re not as bad as they were when Derek first tried to talk.
Damage: Before I begin, I’d just like to extend a thank you to all of the Japanese cities we’ve had on our tour to this point.
The crowd continues to boo
Damage: Even if this has been one of the lowest points in CZW history, we've had a record sell out in every city. You Japanese folks sure do like your wrestling, don't cha?
Damage is cut off as "Diamond Eyes" plays over the PA. The crowd mostly cheer as Baines comes out, wearing a sexy red dress and her hair back in a ponytail.
Damage: And just why do you INSIST on interrupting me, Baines? I am addressing CZW's fans! MY FANS!
The crowd boos
Baines: I'm interrupting you before you say even more ignorant lies. You bring up low points, funny thing is.. it's only low because you're back in the company!
Derek is pissed
Damage: It is _MY_ company, I will do what I want, WHEN I want, and no matter how many times I say this, you seem to not get it through your thick, pretty little head. What part of that don't you understand?
Baines: The part where the stock holders are the ones with the REAL power, and you are full of B.S.! Actually, I did come out here for a reason. Now you say you have a 'surprise' for the PPV, and I don't know about you but I'm surprised out. Tell me - and all of us - what is up your sleeve!
Damage: Listen, I don't take orders from anyone... ESPECIALLY a woman. But indeed, I do have a surprise.
Baines looks pissed
Damage: You see, Tessie... I’ve gone out and found somebody who’s always bled willingly for this promotion, somebody SYNONYMOUS with the Combat Zone, somebody who... Well... Somebody who’s not afraid to gam-
Baines: JUST OUT WITH IT ALREADY, YOU FOSSIL!
Theresa’s fury sends a shockwave of emotions throughout the arena, perhaps even startling the Chairman briefly before he suddenly laughs.
Masters: DEREK DAMAGE IS A SAINT!
Keenan: He’s a blowhard, you moron.
Masters: I bet Baines blows hard too.
Damage is actually having a hard time keeping his composure with Baines present, huffing and puffing through all his laughter. He regains composure just long enough to speak briefly to Baines, an icy intonation to his voice.
Damage: Very well, Tessie, but you may live to regret those words... You, along with all the sushi snappers out here, want to know who the Special Guest Referee is for Extreme Insurrection, RIGHT?
A roar from the Japanese crowd follows the question, while Theresa’s eyes narrow as Damage gets revved up.
Daniels: Any guesses?
Keenan: I’m personally hoping it’s going to be Ryan Konkers.
Daniels and Masters: ...Who?
Damage: WELL THEN, EVEN THOUGH THEY DON’T DESERVE TO KNOW, SHOW THESE JAPANESE NOODLE GOBBLERS WHO THE SPECIAL GUEST REF-
Before Damage can finish talking...
“THE ACE OF SPADES!!! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!”
Daniels: No way...
Masters and Keenan: HOLY SHIT!
Sure enough, the Japanese crowd EXPLODES as MOTORHEAD’S “ACE OF SPADES” blasts through the arena with authority. Baines freezes in place, almost afraid to turn around and face the CombatTron. Meanwhile, Damage is in hysterics as “Ace Of Spades” continues to play. A few very short seconds later...
Daniels: IT’S HIM!!!
Masters: Thank the Good Lord, Derek Damage has done it again!
Keenan: Good God, ANYBODY but this guy!
The crowd roars only intensify as the one and only ACE KING steps out onto the stage amidst a sea of pyrotechnics announcing his return. The former World Heavyweight Champion soaks up the cheers willingly, a sense of joy etched on his face.
Daniels: WOWWWW!!! WHAT A COUP THIS IS FOR DAMAGE’S COMBAT ZONE RESISTANCE!!! ACE IS A COMBAT ZONE ORIGINAL, THIS IS HUGE!!!
Masters: For once in my life, I’m actually HAPPY to see this guy.
Keenan: NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Daniels: WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE TURN OF EVENTS HERE, FOLKS!!! DO NOT ADJUST YOUR SETS, THIS IS THE REAL ACE KING YOU’RE SEEING BACK IN THE COMBAT ZONE, AND HE’S HEADING FOR THE MAIN EVENT OF EXTREME INSURRECTION!!! ON BEHALF OF BUFFALO BILL AND BARRY, GOOD NIGHT FROM JAPAN!!!
As Baines attempts to process what’s just happened, an image of Ace raising the devil horns to the Japanese crowd closes the show with pyro going off uncontrollably behind him.
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