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Overdrive opens with the usual spiel with the signs and stuff.

‘WE WANT KIRKLAND!’

‘’ALLYSON THORN GIVE ME AN UPRISING IN MY PANTS!’

‘TIM TIMONS IS PACHITIC!’

A clever sign tying in the M2D Windows name with a Windows 7 logo.

And the sign troll is, of course, in attendance with a sign reading ‘MATT COVEY IS A TENDER LOVER. I KNOW FROM EXPERIENCE.’

***

Mike King is shown backstage with Ryan Lewis.

Lewis: Mike King, of late you have gone from a favorite into a target for drinks being thrown at you and wrestlers not liking what you have said.

King smirks.

King: I speak the truth. Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow.

King looks at Lewis.

King: You know a lot about swallowing...

Lewis is getting flustered.

Lewis: I beg your pardon.

King: You and I both know that you swallow more than you chew.

Lewis looks relived.

King: Why do you look relieved, I just told your secret to the world?

Lewis fixes his tie.

King: I'm just playing with you. Lewis, chill man.

King pats Lewis on the head.

King: You can continue.

Lewis: Mike what is the truth?

King: The truth is that Derek Damage is not helping the CZW. He has turned us against ourselves. Look at Windows, we have both CZW and Uprising on our backs trying to squash us. Ward, Newsome and I, we are the moderates. We want a few things changed, things Damage should want but does not because of his selfish wants and needs. Moderates are never accepted, it is a historic struggle for moderates. It always one extreme or another. Nobody ever agrees to a compromise. Look at the NFL, it took them three weeks for them to realize that the replacement refs were hurting the integrity of the game before they went back to the bargaining table with the referees. Both sides did not want to cave and the players and fans suffered from it. The same way the CZW wrestlers, officials and fans are suffering because of Damage's with us or against us attitude.

Lewis: What do you mean? You can't compromise with Ryan Shane.

King shakes his head.

King: I am not saying that, I know you cannot. But sometimes it works when you side with an enemy. In this case I don't know which is the better option. What I am saying is CZW should not be controlled by the same guy that damn near drove us to the ground the last time. Nor should it be controlled by terrorists. I think it should be held by the people. The Combat Zone should have the power. They know who they want to see on top. They know that I deserve to be champion after my opponents no-showed. It does not take a rocket scientist to know that.

Lewis: So is that why you crowned yourself CZW Intercontinental champion? King nods.

King: I did what no one else would do. Derek Damage would not do the right thing and even the CZW would not stand up and do the right thing and when I do it, I get men like my oppoenent giving me crap for crossing a line? Nobody does this to Mike King. I have proven why I am the CZW Intercontinental Champion by winning 5 straight matches.

King is fuming.

Lewis: But you didn't beat TJ Hix, he walked out.

King: There is no honor amgonst thieves. Hix is a thief and I hope El Pablo can recover from our match tonight so he can beat him. Once I beat El Pablo tonight, I would able to challenge for the CZW World Title in a one-on-one contest because I would have beaten the two CZW World champions of this era.

Lewis: What about the CZW Intercontinental Championship?

King: I would be it right now because you look at my oponents at Horrorcore, they were set to be a part of a tournament. Both men were not there for the event and their match was canceled. According to the bylaws of this company and its board of directors, I should be the CZW Intercontinental Champion. I should be the CZW Intercontinental Champion but I am not. Instead of naming me champion, they decided to make me face both wrestlers? They expect me to face the men who couldn't even do right by the fans and show up? I got screwed and more importantly the fans got screwed. I am a fighting champion and I am a champion that the fans can be proud of. Had it not been for a memo, I would have the title with me tonight.

You can see King's anger.

King: But Derek Damage sent my lawyers the office of Cane, Dewey, Cheatums and Howe a memo that stated that I could not walk around with the title and if I did, it would be taken from me when I am seen with it. So I found a loophole.

King turns his briefcase around and reveals the Intercontinental title on one side of it.

King: They said they would take the belt, not if it was on anything else. I am the CZW Intercontinental champion whether anyone wants to admit it or not.

King walks away.

Daniels: No wonder why people are starting to boo him now.

Masters: Why do you say that, Mike King has proven time after time to be a force in CZW.

Daniels: No doubt about it.

The camera follows King and shows Chris Tolwar walking into him.

King: What do you want?

Tolwar: What do I want, what do I want? I want an apology. Two weeks ago you hit me in the head with your damn briefcase.

King shakes his head.

King: Chris, you are garbage. You are the most bullshit wrestler here and yet you don't see it. YOu lost all but one match in your strenghting campaign thus far. One match is not good enough to be a member of Windows, an associate of Windows or even a lackey of Windows. I suggest you find your girlfriend or whatever you wanna call Jena Cyde and move on with your life. Whether that is here in CZW, another promotion or even outside of wrestling.

Tolwar is getting mad.

Tolwar: I want to stay in CZW. I will do anything to stay on the roster. I'll face Edward Croft again.

King: He is suspended for life + 4 years.

Tolwar looks at King confused. Tolwar: How is someone suspended for life+ 4 years?

King shruggs his shoulders.

Tolwar: What about Kimo Newton, a man that nearly bear you for the IC title.

King is nearly seething but stops it with a chuckle.

King: I heard he died in a car wreck.

King stares at Tolwar.

King: Now who feels like a dick?

Tolwar dismisses King's insult.

Tolwar: Whatever, he deserved it for what he did.

King smirks.

Tolwar: What about Axel St. James?

King gives Tolwar a look of confusion.

King: Axel St. James, does he even hace a job?

Tolwar: I could have sworn he was on the roster page.

King: Whatever, he only had a few matches and he beat you. Anyone hamenegger can do that...

King trails off as Axel St. James walks by.

St. James: Hi Tolwar.

Axel and Tolwar shake hands.

St. James: Hi Jackass.

Axel walks away and King looks dumbfounded.

Tolwar: Looks like he got the better of you.

King dismisses it.

King: Whatever, you need an opponent still.

King walks away wishing to end the conversation.

Tolwar: I will wrestle anyone.

Tolwar turns around and walks away.

Daniels: You gotta feel for Tolwar, Mike King his mentor wants nothing to do with him.

Masters: I don't blame him, Tolwar just brings people down when they associate with him.

***

The cameras open up backstage on “the new face of wrestling” Mark Brooks and his brother “the self-proclaimed crown jewel of wrestling” Troy Brooks with the lovely Miss Michelle who has a championship belt draped around her shoulder.

mark BROOKS: The revolution has arrived and we are entering CZW with guns blazing. We’re not afraid of a little competition and if you think you were the big man on campus; well, everything you never knew is now as good as gone because the revolution is bringing that needed change to this company. We are gunning to be the single most dominating and fastest rising group in the history of CZW. We don’t care if you want us to go through the most dominated stable or the current World Champion because we will do whatever’s necessary to be number one in the rankings.

mark BROOKS: Whoa, whoa, whoa, do my eyes deceive me? Did we not make yet another Overdrive? Leaving the Brooks’ brothers and the lovely Miss Michelle off of Overdrive is like begging for the company to fold. We have the stamina, endurance, and charisma to outshine all you CZW legends. We just hope you make the right decision and give us what we are rightfully owed. Back in the company of PWF; yeah look it up if you need evidence, we are the best of the best. We are the deadly trio and if you think you can hang with us, come on baby, what are you waiting for?

mark BROOKS: We’re not picky as far as what we want in our short term goals. Although my brother Troy Brooks and I would love to take the tag division by storm and capture the CZW tag team championships. We understand how difficult it is to break into a company that has been exclusive for so many years. We are fine with taking on the tag team champions in a non-title match because we’re confident in our abilities that we will beat them. A win over a champion is like making us the automatic top contenders. When I step foot in the ring for my CZW debut, I am going to show people why I am the NEW face of wrestling and why CZW will never be the same again because my talent is untouchable. My skill is unheard of. You’ve never seen star-studded superstar like me before!

Miss Michelle taps her boyfriend’s shoulder and motions to the camera.

mark BROOKS: Oh snap, you guys have gone and done it now! My lady wants to speak and she is the current PWF Bombshell’s Champion and GCW Women’s Champion soon to add the Queen of Combat Champion. I’m going to have to hire her an assistant just to help her carry all this gold. Haha, the floor is all yours baby.

He steps to the side as she walks up to the camera and raises her title in the air.

miss MICHELLE: I want to speak out to Kandi Washington who just got finished running her filthy mouth about how her shit doesn’t stink. Kandi, you really are as deluded as everybody says you are. How many times do I have to beat you in order for you to understand you’re never going to be on my level? You might be able to hang with these other women on the CZW roster, but by doing so you only prove one theory correct, which is I am the best of the best in the CZW queen of combat’s division. If you beat Sirena Starr, Tatum Regan, Cristal, and Allyson Thorn, then I know I can beat them since I know I have beaten you. Did you forget to tell everybody how I beat you in PWF not once, but twice, and in a week we are having our third match? Kandi life sucks, doesn’t it? You might think it’s called following you, but you shouldn’t look at it like something it isn’t because it only inflates your ego that much more. Your inflated ego is already long overdue for a good deflation! Kandi, you keep in the back of your little mind how badly you want the Queen of Combat Championship because I look forward to shattered another one of your dreams. I don’t really have a vendetta against the other girls yet because I have yet to know them, but taking the name of First Lady in CZW is quite copycat, wouldn’t you say? You know every company I touch I am dubbed the first lady of them. When I win the championship, I will be taking that nickname you’re borrowing Kandi.

miss MICHELLE: As for you other ladies, am I impressed with what you could do? I am slightly impressed, but I am no way fearful of getting in the ring with any of you. You see this championship? I am the inaugural PWF Bombshell’s Champion, which I regained in London just two weeks ago in a brutal bombshell’s title match. I am not as prissy as Kandi is and I’m not afraid to open a can of whoop ass. I am the first lady of the revolution because I can hold my own alongside my man and his brother. If you want some, come get some ladies because I’m not leaving anytime soon. I like to take over the companies \we invade and I will be the triple crown queen of GCW, PWF, and CZW!

mark BROOKS: BOOM!

He jumps back into the picture before he lifts his girl up off her feet and holds her within his arms like a cradled baby.

mark BROOKS: That’s it folks, but you can expect to see us dominating very soon and remember, if you’re not with the revolution you’re against the revolution! When you’re against the revolution, then you’re against the change it’s going to bring, and you’re going to be phased out!

He leans closer.

mark BROOKS: I said PHASED out!

Troy Brooks stands beside his older brother who continues to hold his girlfriend Miss Michelle and the scene fades back out to the ringside area.

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-=ALSO LADIES!!!=-
"The Toxic Lullaby" Tatum Regan w/Mike Monroe vs "The First Lady Of Wrestling" Kandi Washington w/Drake Knight

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“Get Naked” plays and Kandi Washington heads to the ring with her entourage, greeted by a chorus of boos. She smugly makes her way into the ring, oozing with arrogance.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, ‘the First Lady of Wrestling,’ KANDI…WASHINGTON!!”

She poses and struts to the crowd’s jeers until “Love Bites” plays and she eyes the entrance ramp in disdain as Tatum Regan and Mike Monroe head through the curtain, the fans cheering them on.

Towers; “And her opponent, hailing from Tiffin, Ohio, ‘Toxic Lullaby,’ TATUM…REGAN!!”

They head to the ring and Tatum and Kandi get right up in each other’s faces immediately, both hurling insults at each other. The bell rings and Kandi slaps Tatum who takes the shot and responds with one of her own! The fans cheer loudly as Tatum begins to unload with a series of punches, rocking Kandi to the ropes! She whips her to the far side, but Washington reverses, sending Tatum in and connects with a fluid side-kick!

Kandi’s troupe cheer her on as she takes control, throwing a series of martial arts style kicks at Tatum, backing her into the corner before hooking her up in a side headlock and charging out of the corner with a running bulldog! Washington immediately stands and begins to show off to the crowd who predictably boo her out of the building. She smirks and then turns, pulling Tatum up off the mat only to be surprised with a big JAWBREAKER!!

The fans do a 180, cheering at the top of their lungs now as Tatum follows it up with a Russian legsweep! Both ladies get up, Kandi somewhat dazed and Tatum hooks her up for a fisherman’s suplex, bridging for the pin!

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Tatum gets to her feet and measures Kandi up, hitting the middle rope and coming off with a springboard elbow, but Kandi tumbles out of the way out of desperation and Tatum crashes and burns! Regan gets up, but Kandi grabs her by the hair, yanking Tatum down into a vicious backbreaker!! Kandi spouts off an obscenity towards Tatum before making the cover!

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Washington is not happy, Tatum’s resiliency only seeming to anger her even more. She pulls Tatum up and whips her into the corner, following in with a very impressive looking handspring back elbow! She grabs Tatum then, tucking her head and DRIVING her to the mat with a sick snap DDT!! Convinced that the match is over, Kandi makes an arrogant pin!

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Kandi is furious now, yanking Tatum to her feet by the hair and tossing her into the corner. She proceeds to hook Tatum’s legs in the ropes, looking for the ‘Sweet Dreams!’ As she charges in, however, Tatum CLOCKS her with a straight punch to the face!! The fans cheer loudly as Tatum manages to free herself, ending up standing on the second turnbuckle. She leaps off with a Thez press, driving elbow’s into Kandi’s face!! Tatum stands, dragging Kandi to her feet and locks her into an inverted facelock position, raising her hand before DRIVING Kandi to the mat with the Eye of the Hurricane!! Tatum makes the cover!!

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Tatum works to keep momentum on her side, hitting the ropes as Kandi stands up. Kandi’s assistant Ethan, however, grabs Tatum’s leg as she hits the ropes, tripping her and causing her to crash face-first to the canvas! The crowd jeers loudly, which turn to cheers as Mike Monroe runs to the other side of the ring, Kandi’s entourage scattering like startled pigeons! In the ring, however, Kandi seizes the opportunity and PUNTS Tatum right in the skull with ‘the Final Lick!’ Quickly she rolls her opponent over and makes the cover!

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, KANDI WASHINGTON!!”

Kandi gets up and celebrates her (tainted) victory with all of the arrogance in the world as her music begins to play again. As she poses, Miss Michelle heads to the ring from the back entering the ring and sneaking up behind Kandi! Finally, Kandi turns and Michelle grabs her by the hair, yanking her to the mat, dropping down and slapping, punching, clawing and choking at her, the two quickly becoming embroiled in a brutal cat-fight!! Eventually, security has to come to the ring to break the two apart, the two women continuing to scream and swear at one another as we head to a break!

***

The camera fades in as a cussing and grumbling TJ Hix is seen entering the arena with Allescha and the Brothers in tow.

Hix: I tell you what...no fuckin respect anymore. None whatsoever. It sickens me. First you have Ryan Lewis drinkin my last damned Dos Equis...then every damned gas station in this god forsaken city doesn't carry them. I mean seriously...what the hell. Allescha...

McVay: Yes sir?

Hix: Take note...I'm purchasing a Dos Equis factory.

Allescha flips out her clipboard and jots Hix's note down.

Hix: Thank you. Damn what a week...who knew my life would get so busy all of a sudden. Don't even get me started at the fact about YOU forgetting to pay my damned internet bill.

McVay: I apologize sir. I thought the bill was mailed in.

Hix: Thought? You of all people no better than that. You're not paid to think...you're paid to make things happen. But whatever...I'll deal with it.

Hix and his crew continue makin their way down the halls.

Hix: You had better have made the arrangements Allescha.

McVay: Arrangements sir?

Hix: I really hope you're joking.

Allescha finds it hard to even look at TJ as her face flusters.

Hix: Allescha?

McVay: I'm...I'm sorry sir. With everything else going on...I had forgotten about it.

Clearly disappointed TJ rubs his forehead.

Hix: I thought I made that perfectly clear. Internet...car repair...all that aside...I told you to do that one thing...and make sure it got done.

McVay: Yes sir...

Hix: Alright...I tell ya what. I know since I've won the World Title and became the King of Kings here in the CZW...I've put a lot more on you and the brothers. I'm gonna apologize...right now however...I need you and them to go home. I'm going to let you all have a slight vacation...till at least after my world title bout at Horrorcore.

McVay: But...but...

Hix puts a finger to her lips shushing her.

Hix: I'm not mad at you...I just think I need to let you all have a break for a bit. I've been stressing you all out...which in turn has started stressing me out. So you all go ahead and go home...I got this.

Allescha almost seems to get ready to cry...but quickly bows her head.

McVay: Yes sir...if that's how you feel.

Hix: Alright. Enjoy it...because when you come back to work...you all will stay busy. Now go...I have some other shit to take care of tonight.

Allescha turns away as her and the brothers leave. TJ continues on until he comes up to a door marked office. TJ smirks.

Hix: Heh...this will work.

TJ waves the camera crew to follow him. They quickly make their way to him as he enters the office.

Hix: Yes...this will do nicely. Are you ready? Good.

TJ takes a seat behind the desk.

Hix: Good evening CZW. I am 'The Fucking King' TJ Hix. I realize I have some explaining to do for my actions as of late...though in all truth...I don't owe you all shit...I'm doing this just out of kindness. I know...I know...first thing on your alls mind...what did I just do? Well...it's real simple...I sent my pawns on vacation for a bit. I have enough other stuff to be dealing with over having to try and deal with them too. Besides that...as long as they're around...apparently my open invitation has been ignored. I am needing a King's Court...I'm needing capable people to stand by my side to help rebuild this CZW Kingdom after The Uprising burns it to the ground. And I'm needing strong...able bodied subjects to fill these roles. If you think you have what it takes to run with the real deal here in the CZW...I'm real easy to find.

TJ smiles as he taunts to the camera.

Hix: The next thing I'm sure that has all of you buffoons confused. What was going on with the TV Title match? Why did I interject myself into it...did I have a hand in keeping Tim out? All excellent questions. I interjected myself in the match...because I can. I was bored and had nothing better to do...so I made myself referee. Why did I assault Jigga during the match? Also a good question. Well...it's reall simple...as referee...my word is law...and as the King...it makes me the judge...jury...and executioner. Jigga didn't wanna listen to me...so I made him listen to me. Now...the symbolic passing of my shades...that is a little bit more complicated to explain. I watched Jigga grow up. I've known him nearly as long as I've known the Bad Ass. And honestly...he impressed me. I saw first hand that little brat who pedigreed me several years ago...busting my head on a rock when we were kids backyard wrestling...finally become somebody. He's came a long way since then...and it was an honor to award him his first piece of gold. I was proud of him...he finally showed me that he is no longer a blow hard...he went in...and got shit done...and now you have your new CZW Television Champion. He is the epitome of what I'm seeking for the Court. I need men and women like him to stand beside me as the true futures of the CZW. That is why I took to M2D so well...only to be sorely disappointed. This kid went out...and made a difference...he wasn't all talk.

TJ pauses a moment...almost as if he's trying to recall something.

Hix: And you know what...that actually brings me to another potential. I've been following one Kandi Washington since her application passed through my office. That young lady is a woman after my own heart. I didn't think anyone could even come close to my arrogance and cockiness...but I stand corrected about that girl. I see big things in her future. Especially after her display in the ring tonight.

TJ stops again...and a slight look of aggravation crosses his face.

Hix: And that actually brings me to this. Tim...Fucking...Timmons. All the hype...all the fuss...all the threats...for what? Tim has not been dedicated to the CZW in quite sometime...so even though I was looking forward to my match with him...at the same time...I felt him undeserving. You see...all because Timmy can't run with his big boys in M2D...he's decided to get all pissy about it. Why haven't I said anything about him...why did I not cut a promo against him? It's because he's not worth it. I could have trashed bashed and burned him all week long...but he's not even worth the effort. But I have proven once and for all who the 'Real Damn Show' is. I didn't feel like even wasting my time uttering his name. And besides...theirs nothing more I could have said about you Timmy...that I haven't already. Why do you even try Tim. Your peers laugh at you behind your back. Your own blood relations don't even feel like having you drag them down...that's why Josh dumped you on your head. You can tell yoursels all you want to that you quit them. If it helps you sleep better at night thinking that...more power to you. But truth is...they dropped you. Whatever delusion you have in your mind...enjoy it...because that's the only place you can truly have your nirvana. But Tim...your pathetic...beating you would be unfullfilling...I mean after all...who hasn't beat you? Seriously...who hasn't...but yet somehow you always manage to worm your way back into the Maine Event. Anyway...I've already wasted to many words on you as it is...hell...I don't even know if walkin down that aisle to kick your ass tonight is even worth it. I'll see how my night progresses and I'll decide then.

Hix smirks.

Hix: And then finally...El Pablo. How bout that buddy...it's almost here. The most important match you have ever been in...just in a matter of weeks...you step in the ring with the greatest superstar to even walk the face of this planet. It'll be your chance to sink or swim. Either you walk away from the lions den in one piece...or your left a bloodied heap...you will still never be the same again. I am true talent...I am true star quality...I am the Devil staring you in the face...ready to destroy you and everything else that gets in the way. Your damnation isn't far away...and I get to be the one to deliver it to you. Time is counting down...and I'm not real sure your ready for this apocalypse...put up or shut up. But...I've wasted enough of my time here...I'll get you later this week...I guarantee it.

Scene fades to commercial.

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-=CHECK IT OUT.. A SLEAZY BLACK LION!!!=-
"Mr Entertainment" Brian Blaze vs "Black Lighting" Spencer Pierce vs "The British Lion" Daniel Ward

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Towers: The following contest is a triple threat contest scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

"God Save the Queen" plays as Daniel Ward walks to the ring. He get some cheers.

Towers: From Cambridge, England; weighting in at 225 pounds; "The British Lion" Daniel Ward.

Ward enters the ring and taunts the crowd.

Towers: His oppoenent...

"Do You Think I'm Sexy" is pumped through the International Centre and Brian Blaze walks out to cheers.

Towers: From Toronto, Ontario; weighting in at 220 pound; "Mr. Entertainment" Brian Blaze.

The cheers continue until Blaze gets the microphone from Towers.

Blaze: I appreciate the cheers but if you wont cheer for the Uprising, don't cheer for me.

Blaze hands back the microphone to Towers as the crowd boos Blaze.

Towers: Their opponent...

"Slip Slide Melting" plays as Spencer Pierce charges to the ring.

Towers: From London, England; weighting in at 233 pounds; Spencer Pierce.

Daniels: Well William, this will be a good match.

Masters: Indeed. Two Brits and a Canadian.

Towers exits the ring.

Daniels: Can you believe what Brian Blaze said to his own countrymen?

Masters: I can see where he is coming from. He is true to the cause.

Daniels: I still cannot believe he is in league with Ryan Shane.

The three men size each other up as the bell rings. All three move in to attack, but Blaze steps back, allowing Pierce and Ward to start the match off. After exchanging a few blows, they lock up, Pierce locking Ward in a side-headlock. Ward fights out of it, pushing Pierce off and into the ropes. Pierce rebounds, dodges a clothesline attempt from Ward, hits the ropes again, rebounds, and nails Ward with a flying forearm smash. Pierce picks Ward back up and hits a DDT, then turns his attention to Blaze.

Masters: Lots of great counters and reversals thus far.

Daniels: This is some hot fighting right here.

Masters: Indeed Jared.

As Pierce approaches, Blaze catches him with a kick to the midsection, then clubs him on the back of the head. Blaze hits the ropes, then grabs Pierce and takes him down with a spinning neckbreaker. Blaze attempts a quick pin, but Ward pulls him off. The two eye each other up briefly, then suddenly turn and floor Pierce with a double clothesline. The two exchange a few words, then pick Pierce back up, only to promptly take him down again with a double suplex. They get back to their feet, and inflict more pain on Pierce with a double elbow drop. Seizing the initiative, Blaze once again goes for the cover.

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Ward breaks it up, much to the annoyance of Blaze, who gets to his feet and gets in the face of Ward, who just grins cockily, albeit only for a moment, as Blaze shoves him. Ward shoves him back, and Blaze responds by poking Ward in the eye, much to the displeasure of the Ward. Blaze begins delivering right hands to the head of Ward, then whips him off the ropes, hitting him with a huge scoop slam on the rebound.

Daniels: Big bodyslam by "Mr. Entertainment."

Masters: It looks like it hurt Ward.

By this time, Pierce is back on his feet, and he hits the ropes before coming up behind Blaze and planting him with a bulldog. Blaze gets quickly back up, but Pierce comes right back again, hitting a flying clothesline. Blaze gets up again, but Pierce continues to use his speed advantage, connecting with a picture-perfect dropkick. Blaze crawls into the corner as Pierce turns his attention to the now-recovering Ward. Pierce lifts Ward to his feet, but Ward fights him off, hitting Pierce with a forearm to the face, then jumps up and hits a hammerlock slam, sending Pierce flopping back onto the mat.

Daniels: Ward is focusing on the arm.

Masters: Well no arm, there goes 90% of your offense. Smart strategy by "The British Lion."

Ward heads over to the corner, where Blaze is now back upright. Ward hits Blaze with a few right hands, then drops his head and begins ramming his shoulder into the sternum of Blaze. Ward then lifts Blaze up onto the top rope, and climbs up with him, setting him up for a superplex. Blaze attempts to fight him off, but to no avail, as Ward lifts him over and drives his back into the mat. Ward gets to his feet, but before he can do anything Pierce comes out of nowhere with a crossbody from the other turnbuckle. Pierce covers...

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Ward gets the shoulder up, but not wasting a second, Pierce dives on top of Blaze...

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TW-KICK-OUT!

Pierce hits the mat in frustration, but gets to his feet and heads over to Ward, who is currently pulling himself to his feet with help from the ropes. Pierce punches Ward in the side of the head, then attempts an irish whip. Ward counters though, and drops Pierce with a short-arm clothesline. Not missing a beat, Ward then drops a leg across the throat of the still-grounded Blaze. Ward gets back up, and sneaks up behind Pierce. He sets Pierce up for a back suplex, but Pierce flips out of it. Ward turns, and Pierce catches him right in the chin with a superkick, connecting with such force that it sends Ward tumbling over the top rope and out of the ring to the floor. Pierce yells out almost in triumph, then turns back to the ring.. right into a pumphandle tombstone

Masters: That's What I Did To Your Mother Last Night. No seriously, Jared I did.

Daniels: C'mon do have to say that every match Brian Blaze is in?

Blaze covers...

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Daniels: That does not look good for Blaze and Ward.

Pierce leaps of the top rope and nails them both with a plancha, with all three men falling to the ground.

Masters: That hurts.

Daniels: The crowd are going wild after that Pierce plancha.

Pierce is up first, and picks up Ward. He grabs him and whips him hard into the guardrail. Pierce turns to pick up Ed, but Blaze meets him with a punch. They exchange a few blows, with Blaze taking the lead. He kicks Pierce in the stomach and goes to Irish whip him.. but Pierce reverses, and Blaze clotheslines Ward who had just stood up!

Masters: This is not looking good for Windows.

Blaze looks down at Ward and Pierce charges. Blaze moves at the last minute, and Pierce crashes into the guardrail. Blaze then grabs Ward, and throws him into the ring. Blaze takes a moment to grab a nearby steel chair, and toss it into the ring as well. Blaze pauses and looks out into the Ward with a bizarre look in his eyes. Ward is up and stirring in the ring however, and when Blaze slides in Ward is up and drops some boots on Blaze before he can stand up. Ward picks him up and nails a swinging neckbreaker. As Blaze is out, Ward sets up the chair.

Daniels: What is he going for?

Masters: He maybe just trying to offer his opponents a seat.

Ward picks up Blaze, tossing him to the ropes. Ward drops, and with a drop toe hold slams Blaze face first onto the chair making a crashing noise. Ward rolls Blaze over and goes for the pin.

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Masters: Blaze may need plastic surgery after that one. I hope he sues Ward for all he got. That was uncalled for.

Daniels: Will you be serious? Blaze walked into the ring knowing he could have the potential for breaking his nose.

Masters: Yeah from a punch, kick or face drop, not a drop-toe hold into a steel chair.

Pierce then unleashes a series of kicks to Ward's lower back area. He picks Ward up and nails him with a backbreaker. He goes for the pin but is broke up by Blaze.

Daniels: I guess his nose isn't broken.

Masters: His adrenaline is flowing. It still could be broken and he just doesn't feel it.

Blaze is up and attacks both men with kicks. He then leaps to the ropes, and dropkicks Ward as he was on his knees. He then delivers a stiff kick to Pierce for good measure.

Daniels: Modified Money shot series of kicks there to Ward.

Blaze picks up Pierce and grabs him for a power bomb. As Blaze drops down, Ward grabs Pierce's neck and drops down with a neckbreaker. Pierce is rolling around in pain. Ward and Blaze pause for a moment, look at each other...

Daniels: What is going on here?

Masters: Who knows?

Ward goes for the pin.

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Daniels: Honestly who knows. It looked like Blaze and Ward were working together but now I am not sure.

Blaze picks up Pierce, and both he and Ward grab him.. nailing a double suplex. When both men stand up, they look at each other again and then begin to brawl with each other. Blaze gets the upper hand and whips Pierce into the turnbuckle. Blaze comes in with a splash, but Pierce ducks and Blaze hits the turnbuckle. Ward goes for the cover on Blaze.

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Masters: I guess there goes the team.

War picks up Pierce and goes for a piledriver. Pierce blocks it! Pierce lifts Ward over with a back body drop. He then bounces off the ropes and nails a fistdrop to Blaze's forehead. He then picks up Blaze, and nails a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, holding it on for the pin.

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Pierce stands tall, a little aggravated. He then stands and goes over to Blaze. Pierce picks up Blaze and whips him into the turnbuckle… or so he thought would give him the upperhand. As he watches the whip. Ward scrambles over and from nowhere and tosses Blaze in the air and connects with a European uppercut on the way down.

Masters: OW!

Daniels: P.O.W.R. That'll leave a mark or two.

Blaze bounce on the mat. Blaze bounces off the mat as Pierce gets and hits a cobra-clutch back stabber. Blaze gets up and is hit with the L.5 Doom.

Masters: L.5 Doom, That should end it. Pierce goes for the pin.

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Daniels: Pierce is your winner. He walks away with the W.

Masters: Call me shocked.

Pierce gets up and has his arm raised by the referee.

Towers: Your winner Spencer Pierce.

The referee drops the arm and Pierce exits the ring and starts to hi-5 the fans.

Daniels: Could this be the beginning of domination for the Gunslinger Saints?

Masters: It wont be easy. The Uprising and M2D Windows will both be looking for revenge.

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-=THE F'N WHOLE DAMN F'N DAMN SHOW DAMN F'N DAMN!!!=-
"The F'n Boss" TJ Hix vs "The Whole Damn Show" Tim Timmons

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"Wanted Man" by Rev Theory hits the soundsystem, and a chorus of b-wait, is that.. cheers!? ..for Tim Timmons!? Whattttt!?!?!?

TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. from Toronto, Ontario... weighing in at 268lbs... he is - for one night only - CANADA'S FINEST... TIMMMMMMMMMM TIMMONSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Timmons steps out through the curtain, an intense look on his face. He pauses at the top of the steps and takes a look around the arena, and his face actually curls into a small smile as the Canadian fans continue to show their support for their countryman.

DANIELS: Well, there aren't many places on this earth where Tim Timmons gets the chance to experience a positive crowd reaction, but here in Mississauga - just along the road from his hometown of Toronto - there's certainly a rather surprising amount of affection for the King of Chaos!

MASTERS: Not that it matters; it's gonna take a heck of a lot more than some whooping and hollering from this collection of malcontents to give Timmons any sort of chance against the World Heavyweight Champion!

DANIELS: Don't underestimate the power of the CZW Community, William...

MASTERS: I always do!

DANIELS: ..Timmons already has a lot of pent-up anger and frustration focused on TJ Hix.. and with these fans behind him, there's no telling what lengths he'll allow himself to go to in his pursuit of justice!

After taking a moment to soak in the atmosphere, Timmons makes his way down the steps and struts along the aisle towards the ring. He wipes his feet on the apron and steps through the ropes, even raising a fist in acknowledgment of the fans as his music fades out. After a brief pause, "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool hits, and the cheers are instantly transformed into the most intense heat this side of an Iron Chef kitchen.

MASTERS: And here he comes! The King of all that is CZW! Take off your hat, Jarred!

DANIELS: ...I'm not wearing a hat.

After several moments, Hix steps out through the curtain, a smug grin on his face and the World Heavyweight Championship belt draped over his shoulder.

TOWERS: And his opponent... from Brooklyn, New York.. weighing in at 220lbs... he is the CZW WORLD.. HEAVYWEIGHT.. CHAMPION... "The F'N Boss" TJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ HIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!

Hix stands at the top of a steps for a moment, holding his belt in place as he just looks around at the fans, revelling in the hatred of the masses. Eventually, he makes his move, hopping down the steps and strolling towards the ring.. as Timmons comes flying through the ropes and takes the champion down to the floor!

DANIELS: What the.. OH MY GOD! TIM TIMMONS.. WITH A SUICIDE DIVE... William, have you ever seen Tim Timmons pull off a suicide dive!?

MASTERS: I don't think so.. what is he thinking!? You can't just sucker-punch the World Heavyweight Champion!!

DANIELS: Well never mind sucker-punching, Timmons is just UNLOADING on Hix right now!!

The fans are up on their feet going crazy as Timmons fires right hand after right hand into the head and face of TJ Hix. Timmons then hauls Hix to his feet and whips him across the ringside area, sending Hix crashing knees-first into the ringsteps and flipping over onto the other side.

DANIELS: Good LORD, did you hear the impact of that!? The Champ's kneecaps could be cracked!

Timmons slaps a couple of hands reaching excitedly out from the crowd, then turns and watches on as Hix staggers to his feet. Timmons then charges forward.. steps up off the steps.. and crashes into Hix with a flying elbow to the jaw, both men crumpling to the floor again. Timmons picks himself up, and stomps down on the legs and torso of Hix a couple of times before pulling him up again, draping him over his shoulder, hoisting him into the air and dropping Hix throat-first onto the guardrail.

DANIELS: Timmons starting this thing hot.. he's like a man possessed.. just ITCHING to pay Hix back for everything he's put him through!!

Timmons steps back and stares down with a sinister smirk at Hix, who is writhing and spluttering on the floor clutching his throat and jaw. After a few moments, Hix begins to push himself up again, and as he turns, Timmons grabs him.. hoists him up.. and throws him in a modified powerslam-style into the steps, the back of Hix's knees bouncing hard off the steel.

MASTERS: Yeeesh...

DANIELS: Another BIG-TIME impact between the knees of the Champion and those steel ringsteps! Hix could've suffered some serious damage here!

MASTERS: Uh-oh, and now Timmons is coming over here!

With Hix lying in agony on the floor, Timmons turns and marches around to the "front-line production" section of ringside. He "politely asks" the timekeeper to stand up, then picks up his chair and makes his way back over to Hix.

DANIELS: Tim Timmons with steel chair in hand.. this can never end well...

Timmons urges Hix to get to his feet, and after a few moments, the Champion is just-about able to comply. As Hix starts to stand, Timmons brings the chair down..

*THWACK!!!*

..but Hix is able to roll out of the way at the last second, leaving the chair to crash into the top of the ringsteps instead. Timmons growls, and spins round..

*THWACK!!!*

..to experience Hix dropkicking the chair right back into his face, sending Timmons flying backwards and crashing down into the steps.

DANIELS: MAGNUM KICK! HIX FIGHTING BACK WITH THE MAGNUM KICK FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! AND THE BACK OF TIMMONS' HEAD JUST BOUNCED OFF THOSE STEEL RINGSTEPS!!!

Hix hobbles back to his feet, a hand still tentatively clutching his jaw as he attempts to shake off the effects of Timmons' onslaught. He steps up beside Timmons, who sits in an obvious daze against the steps, and fires a stiff kick to the chest.. followed by another.. and another.. then gingerly takes a few paces towards the far corner.. turns.. charges.. and drives his knee right into the side of Timmons' head, sandwiching it between his knee and the steps.

DANIELS: OH MY GOD.. HIX COULD HAVE JUST CRUSHED TIM TIMMONS' SKULL!!!

MASTERS: I told you Jarred! I told you you can't suckerpunch the World Heavyweight Champion!!!

Timmons crumples to the floor as abuse once again start to rain down on Hix, who stares down at his opponent with an almost chillingly-calm expression on his face.

DANIELS: TJ Hix showing no emotion here whatsoever.. no thought or compassion for the damage he may have just inflicted upon another human being!!

MASTERS: Timmons wanted this, Jarred! He wanted to get physical with the King!

DANIELS: The referee now out examining Timmons, forcing Hix to back away so he can assess the situation.. folks, this could be serious...

MASTERS: Oh yeah, I forgot there was a referee out here!

As the referee attempts to communicate with Timmons, Hix simply strolls back round the ring, as that smug grin spreads across his face again. He picks his title belt up off the floor, and gazes down at it, admiring his reflection as the crowd continues to bring their abuse.

DANIELS: And look how pleased with himself TJ Hix is!

MASTERS: He's the World Heavyweight Champion, Jarred.. what's not to be pleased about?

After a few moments, Hix tosses the belt into the ring, then marches back round towards Timmons.

DANIELS: Oh come on, now what!?

Hix shoves the referee to the floor, and hauls a still motionless Timmons off the ground, rolling him into the ring.

MASTERS: He's making a point, Jarred.. DO NOT MESS WITH THE F'N KING!!

Hix steps back round the corner, then rolls into the ring himself, grabbing his title belt as he gets to his feet. He slowly walks over to the corner opposite the one in front of which Timmons is laying, and raises the belt slightly, clutching it in both hands just in front of his shoulder, the front of the belt aimed squarely at Timmons.

DANIELS: Come on! Enough's enough! You've made your point, dammit!

Hix starts shouting at Timmons to get to his feet, the crowd doing their best to try and alert their compatriot to the World Heavyweight Champion's intentions. As Timmons gradually begins to stir, Hix inches forwards out of the corner, his eagerness and anticipation obviously building with every passing second. Slowly, Timmons manages to push himself up to an elbow..

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MASTERS: What the-!?

DANIELS: Folks, we apologise.. we're not sure what has happened here.. it looked as though TJ Hix was set to turn out the lights on Tim Timmons once and for all.. and it seems someone has pre-empted him by turning out the lights in the entire building!

The darkness holds for several seconds, cameras and cameraphones flashing around the room as people attempt to find out what exactly has transpired. Finally, the lights come back up...

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DANIELS: EL PABLO! EL PABLO! THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER! IN THE RING!!!

MASTERS: TURN AROUND, YOUR MAJESTY!!! TURN AROUND!!!!!

Hix, still poised and posed in the exact same stance he was when the lights went out, suddenly realises he no longer has the belt in his grasp. He looks in shock and confusion at his hands, then turns around..

..and jumps back when he sees EP weilding the belt. EP, however, does not attack.. rather, he allows a wry grin to spread across his face as he stands back at ease, apparently amused at the response his appearance has garnered. EP lowers his gaze a little, taking in the detail of the title belt as he holds it in front of his face, tossing it ever-so-slightly in his hands as if trying to get a good sense of the weight and feel of it. Hix looks on, his face a mixture of rage and confusion, his body still coiled and ready to attack if required. After a few moments, EP raises his eyes again, fixing his gaze on the Champion. A staredown ensues, which lasts for a few moments before EP tosses the belt to Hix, drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring. Hix draws the belt into his chest, and looks out at EP as the Technicolor Tecnico walks backwards up the aisle, the smirk still on his face as he taps the side of his head and makes a "belt" gesture around his waist.

DANIELS: Another intriguing twist in the tale involving these two men, as they continue on their collision course towards Horrorcore.. perhaps El Pablo trying to play a bit of mind games with the man who holds the gold he so desperately wants to get his hands on again!

MASTERS: Seriously? Hix has been a master of ring psychology for years now.. El Pissant spent last week gibbering on Sesame Street! If that furry little idiot is trying to get inside the King's head, he's gonna find this game of his turned on its head very fast, and very violently!

DANIELS: Well, time will tell on that one, William.. for now, though, El Pablo has an altogether different challenge to prepare for... he takes on Mike King, the leader of M2D Windows, next!

***

The camera cuts away from ringside, bringing to us a view of a fully packed-out buffet table, set up inside one of the rooms backstage. After a couple of seconds, we see a CZW-branded tray slide into view, directed by a pair of familiar-looking hands. The camera pans up, revealing those hands to belong to Eddie Rowan, who casts an eager eye over the veritable smorgasbord laid out in front of him.

ROWAN: ..Awesome.

Rowan begins to load his tray up with various foods and nibbles, the camera following as he moves along the table. After a few moments, he spies a large bowl of nachos, packed so full several of them have spilled out onto the table.

ROWAN: Well, hello there!

Rowan takes a quick look around the room, checking to make sure the coast is clear. He then leans forward, extends his arms out and takes hold of the bowl.. just as another set of hands do the same. The camera slides across slightly, revealing the second set of hands to be those of Brian Blaze. The two men's eyes lock upon each other, and simultaneously narrow to a glare when each man realises their dastardly plan has been scuppered.

ROWAN: ..Brian.

BLAZE: ..Eddie.

ROWAN: ..Thought you'd get yourself some nachos, huh?

BLAZE: ..That's why my hands are on them.

ROWAN: Heh.. cute. Look.. the whole "nachos" deal is sorta MY thing right now.. I mean, didn't you see the Cincinnati show? It's just not gonna be as funny if YOU take them all for yourself.

BLAZE: Myself? I'm taking these for the Uprising.. see, unlike you, I have more than one lame-ass friend to hang out with during showtime.

ROWAN: Well, I won't deny that your friends are lame-ass.

BLAZE: ..You know what I meant.

ROWAN: Look, just gimme this one thing, alright? I dunno what's going on inside that head of yours right now, but I know that deep down.. somewhere... you still appreciate a good running gag.

Blaze pauses for a moment, his eyes flitting between Eddie and the nachos. After some deliberation, he pulls his hands away.

BLAZE: Whatever.

Blaze backs out of shot, as Eddie places the bowl of nachos on his tray, a big, triumphant grin on his face. Suddenly, Blaze steps back into shot, clutching a large bottle of cherry soda.. cherry soda which he then pours into the bowl, completely soaking the nachos that spill out onto the tray. Eddie's jaw drops, as Blaze tosses the empty bottle to the floor.

BLAZE: ..Oops.

Eddie's shock turns into a scowl, and he raises his head to glare right into the eyes of Brian Blaze.

ROWAN: ..Oh NO you didn't!

Eddie raises a hand, and shoves Blaze in the shoulder. Blaze responds by shoving Eddie in the chest with both hands.. Eddie shoves him back.. Blaze slaps Eddie in the face, and Eddie then slaps his hand onto the underside of his tray, knocking it into the air and sending the contents flying over Blaze. The two then grab each other in a headlock and begin trading blows.. Eddie begins to get the upper hand, but Blaze cuts him off with a kick to the gut. Eddie stumbles backwards, and Blaze picks a large English trifle up off the table. He waits for Eddie to stand back up, then pitches it at his head.. but Eddie ducks, and the trifle flies off screen. Eddie stands back up.. and notices that Blaze suddenly has a look of horror on his face. Confused, Eddie turns around.. and sees the huge, hairy, English trifle-covered frame of Joshua Newsome, looking very much unimpressed. Eddie nervously raises his hands, an apologetic look on his face.

ROWAN: Look man, I...

Suddenly, Newsome charges forward, taking both Eddie and Blaze down with a double clothesline. He then steps up to the side of the table, and tips it over, dumping it and all its contents onto the unseen bodies of his "attackers", before storming angrily off-screen as the screen cuts to a promotional video.

***

-=CHECK OUT THE TECHNICOLOR WINDOW MEN!!!=-
"The Technicolor Tecnico" El Pablo vs "The Egoist" Mike King

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Daniels: “Ladies and gentlemen, before we get started on our next match, I’ve just been given word that after the altercation that took place before the break, it’s been decided that the CZW Tag-Team Championship will be decided at Horrorcore in a TRIPLE THREAT match: M2D Windows, the Gunslinger Saints and the Uprising will all face off for the gold!”

Masters: “From the looks of it, they’d fight harder if a plate of nachos were on the line…”

“St. Anger” plays over the sound system and Mike King comes to the ring to a mixed reaction.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Buckeye, Arizona, ‘the Egoist,’ MIKE…KING!!”

King heads into the ring and raises his fists before running the ropes a bit. “Party Hard” begins to crank out and the fans leap to their feet as EP and Cristal head out, animatedly pandering to the crowd.

Towers: “And his opponent, accompanied by Cristal and hailing from the Ikebukuro District of Tijuana, England, ‘the Five Star Superstar,’ EL…PABLO!!”

The crowd cheers loudly as EP heads up to the apron and springs over the ropes. He appeals to the fans a bit more and then he and MK circle up as the ref calls for the bell.

Daniels: “There’s the lock up, and King quickly takes control with a side headlock, there’s the takedown. EP counters out of it, turning it into a grounded hammerlock! King winces in pain but manages to bring them both back to their feet…drop toe-hold by King!”

EP tumbles to his feet and King stands, throwing a fierce punch, which Pabs blocks and turns into an armdrag! King gets up and EP rocks him back to the ropes with a series of chops, whipping him to the ropes. He goes for the dropkick, but MK holds onto the ropes, stopping his momentum! EP hits the mat, quickly recovering but giving King enough of a window of opportunity to connect with a big front dropkick!

Daniels: “There’s the ‘Rock On missile! King now in control!”

Masters: “I think I saw a tooth fly out!”

King pulls EP to his feet, whipping him to the corner, following in with a big elbow. He proceeds to unload on EP with a big series of strikes before snapmaring him out of the corner and then giving him a sharp kick right to the back!

Daniels: “That one echoed though the arena!”

EP slowly gets to his feet as King measures him up, hitting the ropes and connecting with a running double knee strike, taking Pabs down with a rana pin!

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Daniels: “Not quite yet! King is not relenting, however, grounding Pabs and locking in a solid armbar!”

Masters: “Mike King is out with a lot to prove, Daniels, and what better way to do that than to defeat the #1 contender for the world title? He’s already TECHNICALLY beaten the world champion…”

EP struggles against the armbar, eventually getting to his feet and, after a bit of a struggle, runs to wards the ropes, diving out onto the apron which causes King to get snapped against the ropes throat-first, breaking the hold!

Daniels: “Innovative counter there by EP! Pablo now on the apron…springboards in…FURRY NINJA STRIKE!!”

The fans go wild for the vintage El Pablo maneuver. King is down but slowly getting to his feet as EP shakes his arm out, trying to regain the feeling. He sees King and hits the ropes, charging at King and using his momentum to cartwheel over him and whip him over into a backbreaker!

Daniels and crowd: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

Masters: “Oh, for the love of all that is holy…”

Daniels: “STANDING MOONSAULT BY EP!!”

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Daniels: “Great combination of moves there, but Mike King is still in this!”

EP pulls King to his feet and tosses him into the corner. He sets him up onto the turnbuckle and backs away, motioning to the crowd who begin to cheer loudly for him!

Daniels: “Pablo now with a SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA!! No!! King holds on!!”

In an impressive display of strength, King stands, holding EP and preventing the hurricanrana. Instead, he steps over EP’s arms and falls off the turnbuckle, flattening EP with a Styles Clash from the second turnbuckle!! The fans in attendance can’t help buc cheer loudly for the innovative counter!!

Masters: “HOLY!!”

Daniels: “AMAZING COUNTER BY MIKE KING!! He rolls EP over into a pin!!”

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King then scowls before twisting EP up, locking in the ST. ANGER!!

Daniels: “King has that move locked in and El Pablo is in a world of trouble right now!”

Masters: “He’s done, Jarred. Just ring the bell now!”

Pabs audibly yells out in pain as King cranks on the hold, but he manages to bring his legs up underneath him a bit and scoot SLOWLY towards the ropes.

Daniels: “It’s taking everything Pablo has at this point, but he’s nearing the ropes! Can he make it in time!?”

Though it involves actually putting more pressure on himself, EP is able to work towards the ropes, throwing a leg over the bottom rope and prompting the ref to tell King to break the hold. King holds on for a couple seconds longer before releasing EP, immediately returning to the offensive, stomping away at EP’s shoulder. He drags EP to his feet and hooks him up for the King Clutch!!

Daniels: “King with the throat-cut gesture, and there’s the legsweep! NO! Pablo holds the ropes and King tumbles to the mat!! He stands but EP with the springboard!! LEG LARIAT!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!”

The fans cheer loudly as EP connects with the kick, and continue cheering as both King and Pablo slowly make their way to their feet, beating out the obligatory 10-count from the ref. They stand and EP throws a forearm shot, but King blocks, ducking underneath and locking in a cobra clutch! He then quickly spins EP out of it, throwing the lariat that everyone expects to follow…including EP, apparently, as he ducks the attack and knees King in the gut, quickly locking the arms into a butterfly lock!

Daniels: “IDENTITY CRISIS!! EP CONNECTS WITH THE IDENTITY CRISIS!!”

Masters: “SHENANIGANS!!”

Daniels: “COVER BY PABLO!!”

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Daniels: “WOW!! KING STAYS IN THE MATCH!! TWO COUNT!!”

Masters: “Oh, thank God…”

Pablo sits up, slightly frustrated. He slowly gets to his feet. King struggles as well, but EP drags him up and whips him into the corner. Slowly, Pabs lifts King up, following suit.

Daniels: “El Pablo has King up top, going for some sort of turnbuckle maneuver here, but King is showing signs of life, trying to fight EP off!”

Masters: “What the HELL IS THAT!?”

Out of nowhere, a large man in full coveralls and a Jason Vorhees mask hops the guard rail and slides into the ring. The fans are electric, not knowing what to think of this, and the roar grows even louder as the man rushes towards the turnbuckle, connecting with a big Yakuza kick that takes BOTH Pabs and King off the rope to the outside!!

Daniels: “OH MY GOD!!”

Masters: “WHAT THE CRAP!!”

King and Pablo crash and burn and the ref calls for the bell as the large man looks over his handiwork briefly before bailing out of the ring, escaping through the crowd. Pablo and King are not moving and EMTs rush to ringside to check on them.

Daniels: “We’re sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but it looks like this match has ended in a no contest due to outside interference! We have NO idea who that was, but he certainly did a number on both Pablo and King in one fell swoop!”

Masters: “Amazing, Daniels. Michael Meyers wasn’t enough, now we’ve got Jason from Friday the Thirteenth!? When does Freddy show up? The Hellraiser guy?”

Daniels: “Unknown, but we will be back in just a moment, stay tuned!”

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We cut backstage to the sulking face of Mason Kaid slowly making his way to the entrance area for his match. A black military jacket covers his upper body, a lit cigarette as always clenched between his lips as he moves along. The camera continues to move backwards as he approaches it, not really paying the crew mind, but passing members of the CZW faculty can be seen placing their arms over their faces, blocking out the smoke. Mason rolls his neck, stretching out, before stopping in his tracks. His eyes lock onto something off-screen. No trace of emotion crosses his face, but he reaches up and removes his cigarette, blowing the smoke off to the side. The camera pans to the left, trying to find the thing that had ceased Kaid’s movement. It looks deep into black lenses of a pair of aviator shades as we see the stoic face of Ryan Shane! The camera moves to record both men at once, neither one of them backing down in the slightest.

Ryan: “Kaid.”

Mason: “Shane. Wasn’t expecting you to try and take me out already. I got time, though, so let’s get this over with.”

Mason doesn’t bother to put his cigarette up, but he clenches a fist, preparing for a fight. Shane doesn’t move a muscle aside from the slight smirk that forms on his face.

Ryan: “That would make sense, now, wouldn’t it? Attacking the student of my enemy, send all of those lovely messages to him before our match. Sounds good in theory, but I know as well as you do he wouldn’t care. Trainers and students are just that, nothing more. You can relax to whatever extent you’re able to do so; I’m not here to fight. I want to talk.”

Mason doesn’t let his guard down at first, still seeking out the weak points in the other man, though they were hard to find. He recognizes the truth in Shane’s words and loosens up just a bit, but doesn’t entirely give up a fighting stance.

Mason: “You’re not the small talk kind of guy, so I assume you want to talk business. The real question is, what makes you think I give a shit about your business?”

Ryan: “Not business, no…….”

Shane reaches up to his face, removing his shades and placing them onto the collar of his black Uprising t-shirt, the image of a tattered and darkened Canadian flag hidden behind the name. He casts a stern look on Mason.

Ryan: “War. I’m offering you war. A means to get that fill for violence that you need with no restraints. No rules, no chain of command, no one to answer to.”

Mason: “Except for you, right?”

Ryan chuckles slightly at the comment.

Ryan: “I’d point you toward the target, yes, but what you do with that is up to you. I see something in you, Kaid. There’s this apathetic, unapologetic aura around you. You have no emotion simply because emotions get in the way of the kill. Those people out there call it a mental disorder, but you and I call it life. I look in your eyes…………and I see my own. Though, your eyes reflect that of death. You’re the only one here with the knowledge of how to take a life…………right?”

Ryan leans in, a lacing of sarcasm to his words chilling the audience.

Ryan: “One day you and I will face each other in battle, and what will happen will be nothing short of ungodly………but right now I want to help you reach potential you don’t know you have. I’ll line them up, you shoot them down, and all for the cause of freedom. Real freedom, not that ideal your government feeds you. All I’m asking is that you think about it. You refuse, I never approach you with the question again, but when we meet again………..I will give you that end you’ve been searching for.”

Both men continue their stare down, not an ounce of fear being given off on either side. After a few seconds go by, Ryan places his hands in his pockets, walking past Mason without another glance. Mason follows him with his eyes for a small portion of the way, then sighs, shaking his head and taking another drag of his cigarette before pushing forward, heading to the ring!

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-=MAIN EVENT!=-
ONE BAD ASS MO'FUCKIN' RIOT!!!
"The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus & Jigga C vs "Bad Ass" Matt Covey & Mason Kaid

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“Bartholomew” plays through the PA and the crowd jeers loudly as Mason Kaid steps through the curtain, the cherry of his cigarette flaring as he takes a deep drag. He stalks towards the ring, exhaling smoke towards the fans as he glares at them in disdain before rolling into the ring.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is your tag-team MAIN EVENT and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Akron, Ohio…MASON KAID!”

Kaid reclines in the corner before dropping his cigarette to the mat, snuffing it with his foot. “Man of Constant Sorrow” begins to play and the crowd continues to boo as Matt Covey makes his way though the curtain and towards the ring with a wicked smirk on his face. Towers: “And introducing his partner, from ‘wherever he damn well pleases,’ he is “Bad Ass” MATT COVEY!!”

Covey enters the ring and stares down Kaid who doesn’t back down a bit, and the silent power-struggle continues until “Right Above It” cranks out, the fans cheering as the TV champ dances through the curtain.

Towers: “And their opponents, introducing first from Richmond, Kentucky, he is the reigning CZW TELEVISION CHAMPION, JIGGA C!!”

Jigga interacts with the ringside fans before stopping outside the ring, holding his gold high. Matt taunts Jigga, telling him to get into the ring, but despite his anxiousness to do just that, Jigga waits it out. “Streetcleaner” blares out and the fans cheer as Alan Fiscus strides through the curtain, eyes focused on the ring.

Towers: “And his partner, from Wichita, Kansas, “the Sadistic Solution,” ALAN FISCUS!!”

As soon as Alan catches up to Jigga, they both dive into the ring. Immediately, Matt and Jigga rush each other and begin to pummel one another with vicious punches, either one backing down. Alan and Kaid move up and stare each other down for a moment and then…they break off and go after their other opponents! Alan grabs Covey by the hair, driving him face-first into the turnbuckle and Kaid lays into Jigga with some punches before whipping him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a running jumping knee strike!

Daniels: “Not sure what that was about, but it looks like Kaid and Fiscus would rather face off against their opponents than each other! Fiscus is pummeling Covey in the corner with punches, forearms, elbows…just unloading on him! Kaid picks Jigga up and DROPS him with an inverted DDT! Kaid going for the early cover!”

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Fiscus was distracted by the pin attempt, turning away from Covey for just a moment, which gave Matt a fine opportunity to score a LOW BLOW, effectively stopping Alan’s momentum! Covey grabs Alan, hoisting him up on his shoulder and dropping him face-first over the turnbuckle!

Daniels: “Snake Eyes on Fiscus! Meanwhile, Kaid has Jigga back up, setting him up for his AWOL maneuver! No! Jigga counters out of it with a pair of elbows to the side of the head! He lifts Kaid up and PLANTS him with a big Samoan drop!”

Kaid slowly begins to get to his feet and Jigga runs to the ropes, leaping up and taking Kaid back to the mat with a hurricanrana! Meanwhile, in the corner, Covey sets Fiscus up onto the top turnbuckle, perhaps looking for a superplex!

Masters: “The referee has yet to gain control of this match…all four competitors are still in there! We don’t even have a ‘legal’ man yet!”

Daniels: “We knew this one was going to be a riot, no pun intended! “

Matt hooks Fiscus up for the superplex, but Jigga comes out of nowhere, clubbing Matt on the back. He then ducks beneath his brother, hooking him up for a super powerbomb! As Jigga dives forward, Matt superplexes Fiscus…who LANDS on KAID!! The fans roar in approval as Jigga dives onto Kaid, going for the pin!

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Daniels: “Matt Covey barely recovered enough to break that pin, now standing up slowly as Jigga gets up, connecting with a big spin kick on his brother! He kicks him hard in the leg, and Covey goes down to a knee! Jigga hits the ropes…SHINING WIZ-NO!! COVEY COUNTERS INTO A MASSIVE POWERSLAM!! HE MAKES THE COVER!!”

Masters: “Is he even the legal man?”

Daniels: “I DON’T KNOW!!”

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Alan stomps at Covey, kicking him off of Jigga before pulling him to his feet. Covey begins to respond with fierce punches of his own, staggering Alan before throwing a huge lariat, but Fiscus ducks! As Covey turns back around, Alan boots him in the gut, quickly setting up and connecting with a swinging leg-hook suplex!!

Daniels: “OVERDOSE!! FISCUS HITS THE OVERDOSE ON COVEY!!”

As Alan stands, he is immediately tackled by a flying Mason Kaid who has finally recovered. Kaid plows him to the mat with a Thez press, beginning to rain vicious elbow strikes to Fiscus’ head!

Masters: “DRONE STRIKE!! Mason Kaid is back in this fight!”

Kaid moves from Fiscus, having neutralized him, and grabs Jigga who is just now recovering from the powerslam. He grabs him from behind and connects with a big German suplex, bridging with it for the pin!

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Daniels: “The resiliency of the TV champ keeps this match alive!”

Masters: “That bloody ref needs to establish some order! This isn’t a tornado rules match!”

Daniels: “It seems like it’s become one as the referee doesn’t seem to have any ability to control any of these four men!”

Kaid lifts Jigga back to his feet, and Matt Covey sluggishly joins him, the two pummeling Jigga and then whipping him to the far side. As he rebounds, they both charge him, Matt hitting a big spear at the same time that Kaid hits a running knee strike!!

Daniels: “BEAUTIFUL COMBINATION MOVE THERE!! That should be all!!”

Kaid makes the cover!

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Daniels: “Alan dove in there with an elbow just in time, but now Covey is thrashing him, stomping away, now dropping down and pummeling him with those powerful fists! Kaid joining now and they’re going to go for the double team again! They whip Fiscus to the ropes…DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE-NO! Alan baseball slides under it! He boots Covey in the gut, doubling him over and he grabs Kaid…”

*WHUDD!!*

Daniels: “RIOT ACT ON KAID, AND HE CONNECTS WITH A DDT ON COVEY AT THE SAME TIME!! AMAZING MOVE!! Fiscus with the cover on Kaid!!”

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The fans jeer LOUDLY in disappointment!

Daniels: “AMAZING resiliency from Mason Kaid, kicking out of that move!!”

Alan can barely believe it himself, but the gets to his feet and heads to the turnbuckle!

Daniels: “Fiscus going up top, we could be seeing the STD!! NO!! Covey is able to get to his feet, knocking Alan’s feet out from under him!! Fiscus falls in a VERY uncomfortable position over the buckle!!”

Masters: “He’s singing a few octaves higher for sure, Daniels. At least for the few seconds he has left to live!! Covey pulls him onto his shoulders…!”

*THUUUD!!*

Masters: “BLOWING OUT YOUR BRAINS!!”

As Covey gets up to make the cover, he is grabbed and spun around, and the following PIMP SLAP echoes through the arena, causing the fans to cheer!!

Daniels: “JIGGA C!! He has his brother!! HE HAS HIM UP!! TKO!!”

*WHARPTZZLT!!*

Masters: “SHENANIGANS!!”

Daniels: “JIGGA HAS IT!! PIN HIM!!”

Jigga rolls his brother over to make the cover, but he gets pulled back suddenly from behind by Mason Kaid!! Kaid quickly hooks first the arm and then the leg, lifting Jigga up and SPIKING him to the mat!!

*FWAKATOOOM!!*

Masters: “PUPPET STATE!! And since Mason Kaid is the only conscious one in the ring besides the referee, I’d say he has it!!”

The referee opts to NOT surprise Kaid by whipping him around and hitting him with a finisher, so Kaid makes the cover!!

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*DING-DING-DING!!*

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this contest, MATT COVEY and MASON KAID!!”

Daniels: “Well, the fans aren’t happy, but that was quite the brutal contest!”

Masters: “They’re just mad, Daniels!”

The crowd begins to jeer even more loudly as Shane and the rest of the Uprising rush the ring, immediately attacking the downed Fiscus and Jigga!

Daniels: “This is ridiculous, the match is over! Someone get out here and stop this!!”

Masters: “The Uprising aren’t ever going to stop, Daniels! Not until Damage gives in…which we both know good and well that he won’t do!”

Kerosene and Grantham pummel Jigga before tossing him to the outside, and Brian Blaze and Johnny Kerosene lift Alan up while Shane grabs his railroad spike!

Daniels: “He’s going to try and destroy Fiscus here before their match at Horrorcore!!”

Shane looks at Fiscus and then the spike…and then at Covey! He offers the spike to Matt, telling HIM to take the killing blow!

Daniels: “Covey is just…staring at the spike, and now…leaves! Matt Covey is leaving Ryan Shane hanging!!”

Masters: “Oh-ho! A little dissention in the ranks, mayhap??”

Daniels: “I’m not sure, but Shane doesn’t look too happy about it!! He now turns towards Alan with the spike in hand…WAIT!!”

The fans burst into cheers as someone comes bolting to the ring out of the back with a chair in hand!

Daniels: “PSYCHO” SAM ATTIC!!”

Alan’s brother rushes the ring, and Covey moves just out of his way as he dives into the ring, the Uprising scattering as Sam wildly flails the chair around like a madman (which he is.)!! The Uprising regroups outside the ring as Sam helps Alan to his feet. Jigga C has re-entered the ring with a chair as well and once again CZW has a Mexican standoff with the Uprising!! Shane and co. glare into the ring, the intense look of sinister rage on his face is the last thing we see before this edition of Overdrive comes to a close!

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