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Streamed Live on CZW.com! -=Monday December 10th, 2012=- (All matches 1RP Limit. RP Deadline Friday, December 7th, 1AM EST, Send Stuff to Eddie this time) Tokyo Differ Ariake, Tokyo, Japan -=MAIN EVENT!=- FRIENDS COLLIDE! "The F'N Boss" T.J. Hix vs "Bad Ass" Matt Covey ***
-=COLORFUL CRYPTS!=-
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-=BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!=-
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-=CZW vs NJAW!=-
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-=STRANGE BEDFELLOWS!=-
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-=X-DIVISION SHOWCASE!=-
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-=DEBUTS AND RETURNS!=-
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-=CZW vs NJAW!=-
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ALSO!
* PURE CHAOS went down during the last episode of Overdrive, all focused on the clash between CZW and The Uprising! With this rivalry coming to a focal point in just one show, what will the last Overdrive before Event Horizon bring?!?
* The Wayward Sons continues to bring more into the fold, this time in the form of the Tru Family Crew! As their army grows, how will their influence in the battle for CZW do the same?
* Every title is confirmed to be on the line for Event Horizon! With one last show to make their mark, how will the competitors attempt to seal their dominance?!
*************************************************************** We open up to a shot of the Tokyo Differ Ariake, the streets quiet. The camera zooms out from the building, bringing into view a large group of people. With enough focus in the dark we can make them out as the plague in CZW, The Uprising. Ryan Shane stands in the center of the group, looking at the ground. He turns his head up to face the camera, a disturbing smirk on his face. Shane: “We’ve played this game long enough. I’m growing bored of sitting around and waiting for you to get the hint, Derek. I believe it’s now time to take your options from you. No more suggestions, no more talking, no more asking.” Shane looks to his left, making eye contact with the sexy and sleazy team of Blaze and Belanger. Shane: “Do you understand your assignment?” Without a word the two nod, smirking at whatever it is they were assigned. Shane: “Good. You two……” Ryan looks to his right, facing CRYPT and Matt Covey. Shane: “You’re with me.” Both men respond with a nod as well. Ryan turns back to face the camera, a light chuckle under his breath. Shane: “Tonight we tear this company down, literally. Boys…..it’s hunting season.” The feed slowly fades to black on the smirking face of Ryan Shane, whatever horrors he has planned for tonight still a mystery. ***
-=CZW vs NJAW!=- *** Jessica Towers: Ladies and the gentlemen, the opening bout is for one fall and introducing first, he is representing NJAW… KAZ KISAME!! [ The cameras focus on the ring as he’s stretching against the ropes and preparing for his CZW debut. ] Jarred Daniels: This ought to be an interesting turn of events, if I do say so myself. William Masters: Definitely Jarred, my money is on Uprising’s Mason Kaid in this one though. He has a lot to prove tonight. [ The lights dim down and the fans become silent for a brief moment until "Bartholomew" by The Silent Comedy hits the CZW sound system, and then the fans erupt with boos as they stand to their feet. ] Jessica Towers: And introducing his opponent, representing the CZW, standing in at 5 feet 10 inches, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing in from Akron, Ohio… MASSSOOONNNN KKKAAAIIIIDDDD!! [ Mason Kaid walks out from behind the black curtains and pauses on the ramp, just glaring down at his opponent. He starts down the aisle as he makes his way to the ring. He lifts himself up on the apron and quickly enters through the second and third ropes. He starts pacing around the ring in a circular motion as Kaz Kisame is forced to bounce around too. ] William Masters: It looks like Mason Kaid is in the zone right now. Jarred Daniels: It might not be a pretty sight for Kaz, Will. [ The referee stands in between the two superstars and motions with his hands for the bout to start. ] (ding, ding, ding) Jarred Daniels: The match quickly is underway as Mason starts things off with a hard knee to the gut. William Masters: Mason is backing Kaz into the corner, which is a bad place to be. [ Mason starts opening up with several brutal blows to the sternum and midsection as he’s showing absolutely no mercy to Kaz. Kaz somehow manages to slide out from Mason’s grasp and he turns it around as he starts connecting with sidekicks to the kidneys. ] William Masters: Those karate kicks do not feel good Daniels! Jarred Daniels: Mason has just caught one of Kaz’s legs. [ Mason walks out from being in the corner with Kaz’s leg in hand as Kaz goes for a spinning wheel kick with his opposite leg, but Mason dodges it. Kaz is down and Mason lands on top of Kaz. He locks in an inverted STF as Kaz looks to be in the middle of the ring. ] William Masters: Mason is making short work of Kaz here tonight! Jarred Daniels: How humiliating would it be if he tapped out right now? [ As Kaz struggles to make tiny movements to the ropes, Mason slightly breaks the hold and starts connecting with vicious forearms to the back of Kaz’s head. He breaks the hold entirely and positions himself in the seated position on his back and starts clobbering him with right hooks to the back of Kaz’s head. ] Jarred Daniels: The insanity! Kaz might have a concussion when we are through tonight. William Masters: Kaz is in a bad place and Mason looks to be on fire! [ Mason stands up and leans down to grab Kaz by the back of the neck. He turns him around and grabs his tights as he lifts Kaz up with a nicely planted inverted DDT. He rolls Kaz over and hooks the leg… ] ONE… TWO… KICK OUT! Jarred Daniels: Oh Kaz should have just stayed down! William Masters: Some people have absolutely no sense. [ Mason mounts his chest and leans Kaz’s head up as he starts jabbing away at the forehead with closest fists relentlessly. The fans start counting the number of punches… ] ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN… ELEVEN… Jarred Daniels: My God Kaz has just been busted wide open after the eleventh punch. Somebody get medics on standby! William Masters: CZW is a much harsher game than these NJAW guys are used to. [ Mason stands up with Kaz’s wrist in hand as he lifts him up too. He whips him off into the ropes and Kaz bounces off as he slides between the legs. Mason turns around into a European thrust to the throat. Mason stumbles backwards, but Kaz catches him with a monkey flip, landing Mason on his back. ] William Masters: This is the first time Mason has been on his back all match. Jarred Daniels: Could this be the opening that Kaz so desperately needed? [ As Mason pulls himself up to his feet, Kaz runs at him with a dropkick to the chest, and Mason stumbles back into the corner. Kaz runs at Mason in the corner, but Mason counters with a flapjack. ] Jarred Daniels: Oh my god, did you see that? William Masters: Kaz’s bloody face just faced sunny side up on that turnbuckle! [ As Kaz goes to be on wobbly legs, He staggers around as Mason meets him with a kick to the midsection. He connects with a swinging reverse STO! ] William Masters: This is what he likes to call the AWOL! Jarred Daniels: This match looks to be over! [ As Mason pauses on his knees staring at a fallen opponent with a glare of blood in his eyes, the fans start to boo as the referee stands by waiting for the pin fall. He crawls over to Kaz and grabs him by the hair as he lifts him up to his feet one more time. He has his head in a tightly locked headlock. ] Jarred Daniels: Oh come on, the man is down and out, PIN HIM ALREADY! William Masters: Mason wants to send a message to everybody in the back. [ Mason lifts him up and he delivers a devastating phoenix plex on a helpless Kaz Kisame. ] Jarred Daniels: My God not the False Flag and what is he doing now!? William Masters: It looks like he’s setting Kaz up for the Class of Warfare! This has got to be the end folks! [ Mason locks in a very different type of submission, the gorilla clutch, and Kaz is left with no other choice than to tap out. As he taps out, the referee calls for the bell. ] (ding, ding, ding) Jarred Daniels: Break the damn hold! William Masters: Mason is trying to break his damn legs! [ Mason finally breaks the hold as his arm is raised in victory by the referee, but Mason is looking down at the bloody Kaz. ] Jessica Towers: Here is your winner by via submission… MMMMAAAASSSSOOOONNNNNN KKKKAAAIIIDDDDD!!! [ After being announced the victor, he kneels down and starts punching away at Kaz’s open facial wounds as he opens him up even further. The referee is trying to restrain him, but Mason is in the mood. He then takes his hand and slides it over his bloody face. ] William Masters: How brutal! The fans are going hysterical! This is all about ultra-violence people! Jarred Daniels: Oh how disgusting, Mason is rubbing the blood on his chest and gloating about it. [ Mason hops out of the ring as he stares at the booing crowd with an evil grin from ear to ear. The cameras fade back to the backstage area. ] *** The camera opens up with the words ‘earlier today’ displayed across the screen. We find ourselves in some sort of parking garage, and slowly pan to the side to see two individuals, fidgeting and pacing nervously. The two men in question are easily recognized to be the Uprising’s Brian Blaze and Christien Belanger. Blaze nervously wrings his hands, pacing back and forth and Christien seems to be hugging some sort of briefcase in a protective fashion. Their attention is stolen as a black SUV pulls up into the lot, parking a few paces away. From the passenger side, the Gunslinger Saints’ new sidekick, Andy ‘Toy Gun’ Thompson pops out, a pair of Ray Bans over his eyes and a toothpick between his teeth. Clearly, he is trying to look the part of a badass, but his tiny stature makes it seem more comical than imposing. The driver’s side door opens and then shuts as ‘King’ Mickey Monarch paces around the front of the vehicle, likewise carrying a secure briefcase. Mickey: “Alright, let’s get this over with…and no funny business. Let’s see ‘em.” Blaze nods at Belanger who opens his briefcase, revealing the stolen CZW Global Tag-Team Championship belts. Mickey and Andy nod approvingly, and Mickey likewise opens his briefcase…revealing the stolen bucket and atomizer of SLEAZE. They then close the briefcases, eyeing each other suspiciously. Mickey: “Okay, on three. One…two…THREE!” Mickey throws his briefcase to Blaze and Christien throws his to Andy who promptly fumbles and drops it. Andy: “Caught it on the first bounce!” Slowly, the two groups backpedal away from each other, still wary of any tricks. Mickey and Andy hop into the SUV and peel out of the garage as Blaze and Belanger eye their precious SLEAZE with relieved expressions. *** Ryan Lewis is backstage with The Demolition Crew and their manager Mr. Sugamoto. He looks scared at his interview subjects. Lewis: "Ryan Lewis here with Lance "The Axe" Anderson and "The Smasher" Nick Stevens, the Demolition Crew and their manager Mr. Sugamoto." Stevens sticks his tongue out at Lewis. Stevens: "That we are Ryan, and we are none too happy." Lewis looks at them. Lewis: "What do you mean?" Anderson cuts in. Anderson: "At Event Horizon we have no match yet the Uprising idiots we beat have a tag team title match." Stevens cuts in. Stevens: "Lance is right. We beat Brian Blaze and his tag team partner. We won with the Carnage-Plex in our CZW debut. Yet we have not respected. We won in decisive fashion." Mr. Sugamoto nods. Mr. Sugamoto: "That they did. Demolition beat Uprising like dogs." Anderson: "And they are just the first two dogs to get beat because there will be more." Stevens: "Ryan Lewis, the Combat Zone, NJAW, fans take notice because we are announcing an open challenge for Event Horizon. Derek Damage, bring in two guys or select a random team, an existing team or a former team of CZW to face us. We don't care if it's the Revolution, Total Mayhem, The Dragon Society, The Samoan Wrecking Crew, Ballard and Krew, The Chainsaw Bros, The Alaskan Warriors, The Natural Born Thillaz, The Union, Idolized, The Cowboys From Hell, AMW or Exitium. We will take on any challenger that you put in front of us Damage." Lewis looks confused at the Demos. Lewis: "How do you know all of those teams? Most of them have not been around in years." Anderson: "CZW tapes frequented Magnum Pro and NJAW tour buses. That is how we heard about it." Mr. Sugamoto nods. Mr. Sugamoto: "Indeed, I been on buses." Stevens: "So there you have it, Demolition Crew vs. any team Derek Damage can sign to face us at Event Horizon. We will be there and we will demolish the competition." Stevens slams the microphone into Lewis' chest as they walk away from the CZW Interview center. Daniels: "What is their problem?" Masters: "I think they are pissed because they beat the challengers and should have their spot but they don't." Daniels: "I wonder who Derek Damage will pick as their opponents for Event Horizon." Masters: "With Ryan Shane fighting for the CZW World title, I think he has bigger things to worry about than finding the Demo crew opponents.." ***
-=DEBUTS AND RETURNS!=- *** DANIELS: Okay, folks, it's now time for our first all-CZW clash of the evening... the debuting "Beboy Aquino" taking on a man making his long-awaited return to this business.. this company.. that very ring right there... "The South Beach Specimen" Big Nasty!!! "Bebot" by the Black Eyed Peas hits the soundsystem, and after a couple of moments the newest acquisition to the active CZW roster bounds out onto the stage, looking an equal mix of excited and nervous as the Japanese crowd gives him a warm reception. TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first, making his CZW debut... from Manila in the Philippines.. weighing in at 202lbs... the "Pinoy Boy" BEBOYYYYYYYYYY AQUIIIIIIIIIINOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Aquino pauses at the top of the stairs for a moment, hopping on his toes with the Philippino flag fluttering behind him like the cape of a mid-flight superhero. He then leaps down onto the floor and charges towards the ring, sliding under the ropes and scaling one of the far turnbuckles, clutching the flag in both hands and holding it high behind his head as he roars out in excitement. DANIELS: A young man extremely proud of his heritage is Beboy Aquino... born in the shantytowns of Manila, he has fought and scraped at every opportunity to try and make his way into this business, with the sole intention, he says, of pulling his family out of poverty! MASTERS: ...Sorry, I seem to have misplaced my violin! DANIELS: Come on! MASTERS: WHAT!? So he's had a hard upbringing.. who in this industry hasn't? Ryan Shane was born in a bloody train station but you don't see him sitting and sulking about it! This isn't American Idol, Jarred.. this is CZW! It takes more than sob-stories and handkerchief-wringing to make it here, and this little scrote here is about to get a BIG reality check! As Aquino hops down off the turnbuckle and drapes the flag over the top rope, his music fades out, and is replaced a few seconds later by "Battery" by Metallica. TOWERS: And his opponent... from South Beach, Florida.. weighing in at 295lbs... ladies and gentlemen, making his return to competition here in CZW... "The South Beach Specimen".. BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG NAAAAASSSSSTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! An excited roar reverberates around the room as Big Nasty steps out through the curtain, arms outstretched and a big beaming grin on his face as he soaks up the atmosphere. DANIELS: Well, "a big reality check" may be right, because here comes one of THE biggest competitors ever to grace a CZW ring! Nearly 7-feet tall.. just shy of 300lbs.. a former Money in the Bank Briefcase holder, Tag Team Champion AND Intercontinental Champion... it's fair to say that this young man, Beboy Aquino, is going to have his work cut out for him if he's gonna start his CZW career with a win here tonight! After a few moments, Nasty makes his own way down the steps and towards the ring, his eyes fixing on those of his opponent as he climbs onto the apron and steps over the ropes and into the ring. His music fades, and Nasty steps into his own corner, limbering himself up a little as Towers exits the ring and the referee calls for the opening bell. *DING DING!* DANIELS: We are underway here! Immediately, Aquino steps out of his corner and starts talking trash to Big Nasty, his chest puffed out and arms gesticulating passionately. DANIELS: And look at this! Aquino showing no sign of intimidation whatsoever here against a man to whom he gives up nearly 100lbs in weight and an entire foot in height! Nasty just stands slumped back a little in his corner, one leg crossed over the other with a wry smile on his face as he looks at his opponent. After a few moments, he steps forward himself, meeting Aquino in the centre of the ring. MASTERS: He's even stupider than I thought, Jarred.. Nasty's going to squash this little Philippine Flying Lemur! DANIELS: Excuse me? MASTERS: ..I've been doing my research. DANIELS: Wow... could be a potential partner for CZW's resident Flying Squirrel... MASTERS: Oh, bloody hell, don't give them ideas, Jarred! As the two stand a foot apart from each other, Nasty finally cuts Aquino off... NASTY: Hey, hey, hey!! ..and raises his open hand in front of him, a grin on his face. NASTY: ...HIGH-FIVE! Aquino places his hands on his hips as Nasty raises his hand as high as he can above his head, obviously out of Aquino's reach; the crowd not unanimous in their approval, although a decent percentage can be heard laughing along. Aquino is not part of that percentage, however, as he glances up at Nasty's hand, then back into his eyes... then stomps as hard as he can on Nasty's foot, causing the giant to howl in pain as he starts hopping around. DANIELS: OH! Aquino apparently not willing to play Big Nasty's games here in his CZW debut! Immediately, Aquino starts unloading with a flurry of kicks to the legs of Big Nasty. He then hits the ropes and hits a spinning wheel kick, sending Nasty reeling against the ropes. As Nasty struggles to maintain his balance, Aquino leaps back to his feet and charges towards the corner, springboarding off the second rope and hitting a front dropkick to the knee of Big Nasty. DANIELS: And immediately Aquino is gunning for the advantage! Rapid-fire offense here, looking to take out the legs of the big man! Nasty hobbles towards the centre of the ring, as Aquino rolls out onto the apron. Aquino pulls himself to his feet, and waits for Nasty to turn around. When he does, Aquino jumps up onto the top rope and springboards off.. right into the sole of Big Nasty's boot. DANIELS: OH MY GOD.. and just like that, the wind is taken out of this young kid's sails.. Nasty nearly straight-up decapitated him with that big boot!! Aquino crumples to the mat in a dazed, disorientated heap as Nasty hobbles over to the corner, attempting to rub some feeling back into his legs. Nasty then steps back up to Aquino and hauls him to his feet, only to drop him straight back down again with a big fist to the face. DANIELS: OOSH! Jeez, what a right hand! Nasty picks Aquino up again, and punches him once more, Aquino crumpling to the mat again. DANIELS: And another.. I don't think Aquino even know where he is right now! Nasty peels Aquino off the canvas for a third time, and shapes to hit him again.. but this time he merely releases his grip on Aquino's hair, at which point at which point the Pinoy Boy just flops forwards onto his stomach yet again. Obviously amused at this, Nasty drops to his knees and rolls Aquino over, draping himself over his chest as the referee drops to make the count... DANIELS: The kid can't even stand, this one could be over already! ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - - - KICK-OUT!!! DANIELS: No, it's not over! Aquino, somehow.. he may not know where he is, but he knew enough to get the shoulder up! Unpeturbed, Nasty gets to his feet, pulling Aquino with him. He leads him over to the corner and props him up back-first against the turnbuckle, then throws a few hard back elbows into the side of Aquino's head. Nasty then hooks Aquino's arm, grabs him by the back of the head, pulls him out of the corner and launches him halfway across the ring with a hip toss. DANIELS: Good LORD.. the power.. the POWER of Big Nasty!!! MASTERS: HAHA.. I think Pinoy Boy actually bounced after that one!!! Aquino crawls towards the opposite corner and slowly begins to drag himself up using the ropes. He gets himself somewhat steady on his feet, then turns round.. right into a charging body splash from Big Nasty. Nasty takes a step back, as Aquino flops forward to the mat once again. DANIELS: WHAT IMPACT!! MASTERS: I told you he was gonna squash him, Jarred.. I TOLD YOU!!! Nasty drags Aquino away from the ropes and covers him again... ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - - - KICK-OUT!!! Nasty hauls Aquino off the mat yet again and headbutts him, sending Aquino reeling back against the turnbuckle. Aquino bounces forward, and Nasty wraps his arms around him, hauling him off the ground.. turning.. and planting him with a huge spinebuster. As Aquino writhes on the mat, his back contorted in pain, Nasty steps over to the turnbuckle and hops up onto the second rope, eyes fixed on his opponent. DANIELS: Nasty looking to go a little high.. well, medium risk here! Nasty stands.. shapes.. and leaps, but Aquino suddenly springs to his feet, grabbing Nasty's arm in mid-air and twisting as they crash onto the canvas to try and lock in a Wrist-clutch Reverse Cross Armbar. DANIELS: Wait.. THE PINOY LOCK! Aquino calls this the Pinoy Lock!! He's trying to lock it in.. BAH GAWD William, just imagine what it would mean if this kid were to force Big Nasty to tap out here in his debut match!!! MASTERS: Come on Nasty! Fight out of it! POWER THROUGH!!! Nasty thrashes about attempting to do just that, as Aquino desperately fights to lock in the hold, the crowd starting to will him on. The power of Nasty begins to win through, though, as he manages to get himself in a position to wrap his hand around Aquino's throat. This forces Aquino to loosen his own grip in an attempt to free himself, which then allows Nasty to plant a foot on the canvas and haul Aquino up one-handed, still goozled. DANIELS: CHOKESLAM! Aquino manages to shift in mid-air, though, and lands on his feet in front of Nasty, then immediately dropkicks him in the knee. Nasty hits the mat, and Aquino forces himself to his feet and hits the ropes. Nasty gets to a knee, which provides Aquino with the perfect platform to clock him with a Glimmering Warlock. Nasty stumbles forward into the ropes, as Aquino hits the ones on the other side. As Nasty turns, Aquino charges.. right into a Bossman Slam. DANIELS: FOR GOD'S SAKES.. what a HELLACIOUS slam by Big Nasty! The poor kid may be broken in half!!! After taking a second to shake some of the cobwebs loose, Nasty covers Aquino again, hooking the leg as the referee slides into position... ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - - - THRE-KICKOUT!!! DANIELS: BAH GAWD THE KID KICKED OUT AGAIN!!! WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE.. WHAT DOES NASTY HAVE TO DO... CAN YOU BELIEVE THE HEART IN THIS KID!? HE JUST WILL NOT LIE DOWN!!! Nasty gets to his feet again, now looking a little frustrated as he yanks Aquino up yet again. He drags him over to the corner and throws him against the turnbuckle.. punches him in the face.. drives a HARD knee into his stomach, then an even harder one into his face. Nasty then whips Aquino across the ring, sending him crashing hard against the opposing turnbuckle. Nasty charges after him, but Aquino suddenly hops up onto the second rope and vaults over Nasty as he approaches. Nasty crashes into the turnbuckle, and Aquino hooks his legs around Nasty's waist, pushes off the mat wheelbarrow-style, swings his legs forward as he reaches his arms back and drops Nasty with a neckbreaker. MASTERS: NOOO!! DANIELS: NECKBREAKER BY AQUINO! Can he start to try and fight back here!? Due to the punishment already taken, Aquino is unable to get immediately back to his feet. In fact, Nasty actually manages to get up before him, then grabs Aquino by the head and picks him off the canvas.. at which point Aquino throws Nasty's hands off of him, leaps up and takes Nasty over with a Frankensteiner. The crowd starts to come alive as Aquino hauls himself up with the help of the ropes, then turns and charges as Nasty gets back up himself, and takes him over again with a satellite headscissors. DANIELS: HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN.. JUST LISTEN TO THIS CROWD HERE! ON THEIR FEET! COME ON, KID!!! MASTERS: COME ON NASTY!!! Aquino picks himself up again, and waits for Nasty to start rising before he charges forward, grabs Nasty by the head, runs up the turnbuckle, pushes off and plants Nasty with a Tornado DDT. Aquino rolls out onto apron and pulls himself to the feet, pumping the crowd up as Nasty lays prone on the mat. DANIELS: WHAT A DDT.. AND AQUINO MAY BE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING BIG HERE!!! Aquino takes a moment to survey the fans cheering him on, then grips the top rope, leaps up and sprinboards off, landing on Nasty with a double leg drop. DANIELS: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the BEBOY DROP!!! A signature maneuver from BEBOY AQUINO!!! MASTERS: Oh BLOODY HELL!!! Beboy pulls himself up again, and leans back against the turnbuckle as he looks first down at Nasty, then around at the cheering CZW crowd. DANIELS: COVER HIM, KID! Aquino continues to look around as the crowd begin to slow clap, gradually picking up speed and intensity until Aquino turns and begins to climb the turnbuckle. DANIELS: AQUINO WANTS MORE! AQUINO WANTS TO PUT THE EXCLAMATION POINT ON BIG NASTY HERE!!! With his feet on the second rope, Aquino lets out a roar, then kicks his legs up into a handstand. He holds it for a second, then pushes off.. swings his legs down onto the top rope.. springs off and twists round into a 450 splash... DANIELS: NO!!! MY GOD.. BIG NASTY MOVED!!! MASTERS: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DANIELS: AQUINO WENT FOR IT ALL.. AND GOT NOTHING.. MY GOD HE HIT THAT MAT HARD... Aquino writhes about on the mat, clutching his sternum as he gasps for air. Nasty pulls himself up beside the turnbuckle, then marches over and hauls Aquino to his feet, shoving his head down between his legs. DANIELS: And Nasty looking to take advantage, setting Aquino up here... Nasty lifts Aquino up onto his shoulders, then steps forward into the centre of the ring.. but Aquino suddenly pushes himself up and rolls down Nasty's back... DANIELS: SUNSET FLIP!!! ..but Aquino doesn't have the strength to topple Nasty, who takes a moment to steady himself before reaching down and grabbing Aquino round the throat. Nasty hauls Aquino up to his feet, then up into the air, driving him down to the mat with a chokeslam. DANIELS: THE SOUTH BEACH SLAM.. THAT'S GOTTA BE ALL! Nasty drops to his knees and presses his hands on Aquino's chest as the referee drops into position. ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - - - THREE!!! *DING DING DING!* "Battery" returns to the soundsystem as Nasty gets back to his feet, the crowd giving off a generous pop as the referee raises his arm in victory. TOWERS: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH... BIIIIIG NASTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! DANIELS: A victorious return for Big Nasty after two years out of action.. but you can't help but feel for Beboy Aquino.. a young kid making his debut here.. who showed so much heart.. so much determination... who may have even come so close to winning himself! MASTERS: Blah blah blah... the fact is, he failed! Better luck next time, Pinoy Boy! Nasty performs a circuit of the ring, raising his fists to the fans on all four sides of the ring. After his final repetition, he turns and sees Aquino struggling back to his feet in the centre of the ring, his condition being checked upon by the referee. Nasty slowly makes his way over, and takes hold of Aquino's hand, raising it into the air to a big pop from the fans. DANIELS: A nice moment to end on there, ladies and gentlemen.. this kid gave absolutely everything he had... showed great resilience and tenacity.. and obviously Big Nasty has seen and appreciated that! MASTERS: ...I still don't have my violin. *** The camera cuts backstage to one-half of the CZW World Tag-Team Champions, Spencer Pierce. Spencer moves down the line at catering, of course putting together a plate of assorted nachos from around the world! He picks through the cheese options, looking for only the best to put on his tray. He stops, raising and eyebrow and picking up a jar of an orange substance. Spencer: “What the hell is mango sal-” SMASH! Pierce’s head is forced straight down onto the table, the jar shattering into his face as it does so. From behind attacks Mason Kaid, stomping the downed Spencer in every open area he can! Blood trickles from Pierce’s forehead where the glass shards had connecting, and the wounds begin to open more from Mason’s stomps! Kaid hauls Spencer up, who catches him a stiff punch, stumbling Kaid back! Another shot to the gut doubles Kaid over, allowing Pierce to hook the head and attempt a suplex into the catering table! Kaid hooks his leg around Spencer’s, stopping the suplex, before bringing a knee up into the groin of Pierce! Kaid hooks Spencer up and lifts him into the Puppet State, driving him through the table! Food stuffs fly everywhere, covering the now unconscious Spencer. Kaid jumps to his feet and gets out of dodge, running from the catering room. A few service people tend to Spencer, calling for help as the feed fades. ***
-=X-DIVISION SHOWCASE!=- *** “X Gonna Give It to Ya” by DMX pumps of through the speakers to a loud and mixed response. After a few moments of the song, Jason X explodes out from behind the curtain, throwing his fists into the air and letting out a loud yell! Jessica Towers: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada! He stands 5’10”, weighing in at 216lbs, he is “The Star”, JASOOOOOOOOOON X!” Masters: “The always impressive number one contender for the X-Division title. Jarred, not many in the back had given X much of a chance going into his title match at Event Horizon, but just think about what he’s done since then. He’s defeated a former world champion in record setting time!” Daniels: “Jason X has shocked the world with the ability he’s shown in recent weeks. It wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to say that he is a major threat to both Krimzon Blaze and to his opponent tonight, a former X-Division Champion.” Masters: “We’ll have to sit back and watch how this plays out, but I don’t see the streak of Jason X ending soon.” Jason X leaps over the top rope and into the ring, throwing his fists back up to a decent ovation. He jumps in place, hyping himself up before his music dies down. “Crashing” by Gravity Kills blasts to life to a loud round of boos. The curtains part, and from the back comes a rather wild-eyed Sam Attic. Attic wastes no time with taunts, he simply guns it down to the ring. Jessica Towers: “And his opponent, from Wichita, Kansas! He stands 5’10”, weighing in at 220lbs! He is “Psycho” SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTIIIIIIIC!!!!” Attic slides under the bottom rope, squaring off with X only to be pushed back into a corner by the referee! Masters: “The unpredictable Sam Attic. This man has been so impressive in his CZW career. If there was anyone who could put the white hot Jason X down, it’s him.” Daniels: “Attic has been on a bit of a slum since his return, though.” Masters “It’s a rut, Jarred. Every competitor has them. It takes only one good match to put momentum back in your favor.” Both men prepare themselves for battle, readying their game plans as the ref signals for the bell! *DING-DING!* Daniels: “There’s the lock up-NO! Attic immediately rolls behind Jason and rolls him up with a pin!” 1! - - 2! -KICK OUT!! Masters: “Sneaky monkey!” Daniels: “Attic went for a quick victory there, and Jason X was that close to having his hot streak ended!” Jason gets to his feet, but Sam is back on the offense, catching him off-guard again with a low dropkick to the knee! Jason hits the mat face-first and Sam gets back up, hitting the ropes and connecting with a baseball slide kick to Jason’s face! Attic stalks Jason as he slowly gets to his feet, connecting with a beautiful step-up enziguri! Attic again makes the cover! 1! - - 2! - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Jason showing resilience here as this match has been all Sam thus-far! Attic pulls Jason to the ropes, whips him to the far side…spinning heel kick!” Masters: “DUCKED! Jason off the ropes and he hits Attic with a huge swinging neckbreaker! He’s quite fast!” Daniels: “Jason locks in the cravate…and suplexes Sam to the mat! Great technique from ‘the Star!’ Jason now heading high-rent….BAH GAWD!! Did you SEE the impact from that missile dropkick, William! He turned Sam inside out! X with the cover!” 1! - - 2! - - -KICK OUT!! Masters: “I thought that was it for sure! Bloody hell! Sam probably doesn’t know where he is right now after that kick!” A replay in the corner is shown of Jason leaping off the ropes, dropkicking Sam straight in the face, the impact causing Sam to flip backward and land face-first on the mat! Daniels: “Jason now stalking Sam, waiting for him to slowly get to his feet! He grabs Attic and now looks to be setting him up for the X DRIVER!!” Jason seizes Sam and locks him up in the piledriver position, but as he leaps forward for the front-flip portion, Sam somehow is able to brace himself, stopping the momentum before dropping to his knees, SPIKING Jason to the mat with an over the back TOMBSTONE!! Daniels: “AMAZING COUNTER!! These fans are on their feet after that one!! Both Attic and X are down, the referee beginning the 10-count as the fans scream for these two guys to get back into the fight!” Masters: “They’re bloodthirsty, Jarred!” Slowly, Sam and Jason to manage to get to their feet, using the ropes. Sam charges at Jason, but ‘the Star’ leaps up, snagging him with a hurricanrana! He rolls Attic up for the pin! 1! - - 2! - - -KICK OUT!! Again, they both get to their feet and this time Jason rushes Sam who uses Jason’s own momentum against him and flips him back over with a Spanish Fly!! Attic makes the cover! 1! - - 2! - - -KICK OUT!! Masters: “How as that not it!?” Daniels: “Jason X is showing the drive that’s been making him a force in CZW! Now Sam and Jason get to their feet, trading strikes! Back and forth!” Sam begins to take control with a series of forearm shots. Attic moves to whip Jason to the ropes, but X reverses it, short-arming Sam into a STIFF back elbow! Sam looks dazed as he staggers back against the ropes, lazily bouncing back off of them towards Jason who snags him… Daniels: “X-DRIVER II!!” *SPIKE!!* Masters: “He’s dead…” Jason rolls Attic over and makes the cover, hooking the leg! 1! - - 2! - - -3!! *DING-DING-DING!!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…JASON X!!” Jason surges with adrenaline after yet another big victory, celebrating on the turnbuckles as his music plays throughout the arena. He motions around his waist that he’ll be wearing gold soon and then points to the large ‘Event Horizon’ banner hanging from the rafters, nodding with a determined grin on his face. Daniels: “This man is determined, William! Krimzon Blaze will have to be at the top of his game if he wants to hold onto his championship!” Masters: “Indeed!” *** The feed cuts backstage to a shot of CZW’s Asian Sensation, Yoshi Naniwa. He walks through the backstage area, in his hand an opened bag of skittles obviously giving to him by his traveling mate El Pablo. He hums a tune, popping a handful of skittles into his mouth as he goes. A few CZW workers pass him, prompting him to shoot them a finger gun! Yoshi: “’Sup, guys?” The workers raise an eyebrow to him and keep on their way. Yoshi shrugs and continues. Yoshi pours some more skittles into his hand, tossing them back. He continues with his humming, turning a corner as he does so. As soon as he turns, he’s laid out by a chair swung from the blind side! The chair goes flying, as do the Skittles, and from around the corner come Brian Blaze and Christien Belanger! Brian drops down and begins firing punches into the forehead of Naniwa as Belanger gives him the boots! Strike after strike hits Yoshi, but he managers to push Blaze off of him and make it to his feet. As he attempts to flee he is tackled back down to the ground by Belanger, followed by a swift kick to the head by Blaze that puts Naniwa down! Brian: “Hold him down!” Belanger uses his body weight to hold the already unbalanced Naniwa still. Blaze picks the chair back up, swinging it around and smashing it down over Yoshi’s head! He does so again and again, the last time throwing the chair with a loud bang! Blood trickles from his head as Belanger rises to his feet, both men making a run for it as CZW security hits the scene! One member yells out! Security: “Somebody call the medics!” The camera focuses in on the downed Yoshi Naniwa before cutting back to ringside! ***
-=STRANGE BEDFELLOWS!=- *** Jessica Towers: The following bout is a women’s tag team match. Introducing first, she is the self-proclaimed Queen of Professional Wrestling, standing in at 5 feet 2 inches, weighing in at 110 pounds, and hailing in from Las Vegas, Nevada… KANDDDDIIIII WAAAASSSHHHHIIINNNNGGGTTOOOONNNN! [ “Get Naked” hits the CZW sound system as the fans boo when the very seductive and outspoken Kandi Washington struts out from the back. She poses at the top and leans down as she slides her fingernails up her silk smooth skin. She then places her hands on the hips and starts thrusting them to the side as she makes her way to the ring. She makes her way to the stairs as her theme gets cut off. Kandi Washington stares back on the ring apron with a look of fury. ] Jarred Daniels: She is clearly the unpredictable and wicked witch of the East who has somehow managed to remain untouchable. William Masters: Hate her or love her, she definitely has everybody talking about her. I hate that about her! Jessica Towers: And introducing her partner, she is the Rainbow Mistress, standing in at 5 feet 3 inches, weighing in at 125 pounds, and hailing in from Telluride, Colorado…. CCCCRRRRIIISSSSTTTTAAAALLLLL! [ “Party Hard” is the theme that cut Kandi off and the fans stand to their feet with cheers and chants of “rainbow” heard throughout the CZW zone. Cristal jots out from behind the curtains and starts down the ramp as she quickly makes her way down to the ring apron. She stares up at Kandi before rolling in under all three ropes. She kneels up and hops up as Kandi enters the ring. The two continue staring at each other with evil intentions in mind before Cristal runs over to the turnbuckle and hops on the second rope and taunts her adoring fans while Kandi struts around the ring. ] William Masters: I shudder to think how these women are going to coexist as tag team partners. Jarred Daniels: Cristal still hasn’t forgotten the slapped that Kandi gave her on her first night. Jessica Towers: Now introducing their opponents, first standing in at 5 feet 7 inches, 115 pounds, and hailing in from Miami, Florida… MISSSSSSSS MMMIIIICCCHHHEEELLLLEEEE!! [ “Queen of the Reich” now hits the sound system as she comes strutting out from the back with her right hand on her hip and the left at her side. She struts down the steel ramp to the sounds of the fans booing as she stares down at her two arch nemesis in the ring, who stare right back at her. Kandi yells something to Cristal and Cristal motions for her to shut up as Miss Michelle walks around the ring to the far corner and remains standing on the outside. She looks up to the entrance ramp when her theme comes to an end. ] Jarred Daniels: There’s a lot of hatred in that ring William and I don’t think the ring can hold it all. William Masters: Then let it come pouring out and let these ladies show what being a CZW female competitor is all about! Jessica Towers: And introducing her partner, standing in at 5 feet 6 inches, weighing in at 135 pounds, and hailing in from Hollywood, California…. SSSSIIIRRREEENNNAAA SSSSTTTTTAAAARRRRR!! [ “Heaven Tonight” hits next and Sirena Starr jogs out from the ring and pauses while raising her right arm in the air with her finger extended. She starts down the ramp to cheers as she slaps a few hands as she passes her fans until she makes her way down to the ring. She jogs up the stairs and along the apron before stepping into the ring. She goes up to the middle ropes and raises her hand as her partner enters the ring. ] William Masters: All four women are in the ring and it looks like partners aren’t exactly on the same page. Jarred Daniels: This is going to be a difficult one for the referee that’s for sure! (ding, ding, ding) Jarred Daniels: William, what do you think about what is being displayed right now? William Masters: It looks like either team are on the same page with the amount of arguing among these four women. [ It turns quite aggressive between Kandi and Cristal as Kandi shoves her partner before stepping out onto the apron. Meanwhile, Miss Michelle is demanding she starts the match. ] William Masters: I think these PMSing women have finally decided who is going to start the match. Jarred Daniels: Thank God! [ Miss Michelle turns to Cristal and the women quickly rush to the middle of the ring locking up into a traditional hold. As they fight for the advantage, Cristal looks to be backing Michelle up to the ropes, but Michelle manages to get a quick thumb to the eyes. ] Jarred Daniels: Oh what a cheap shot! William Masters: It’s whatever it takes to win Jarred! [ Cristal is holding her face and Michelle grabs her from behind by the hair and slams her back with a hair-pull backbreaker. Michelle goes for a cover… ] One… Jarred Daniels: Much too early to pin somebody like Cristal. KICKOUT! William Masters: These two women have a lot of built up tension between each other and I can’t wait to see it unfold. [ Michelle gets on top of Cristal’s chest with her hands around her throat and begins pounding the back of her head against the canvas. Cristal wraps her legs around Michelle’s waist and turns her over as she begins to pound Michelle’s head against the canvas. ] Jarred Daniels: Now a little taste of her own medicine! I bet she hates that position right now. William Masters: Why? I’m sure Mark Brooks has had her in that plenty of times! [ The women fight up to their feet and Cristal surprises Michelle with a calf kick. Michelle falls to one knee and Cristal reaches down and whips Michelle into the corner. Cristal runs at Michelle and Michelle gets a foot up to her face. Michelle runs up behind Cristal and takes her down with a bulldog. ] William Masters: Cristal just got her face drilled in the mat! Jarred Daniels: With a move like that, Michelle just might be successful this time. [ Michelle wastes no time as she yanks Cristal up to her feet and whips her into the ropes, but as Cristal bounces off the ropes—she takes Michelle down with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors takedown. When Michelle rolls up to her feet, Cristal takes her back down with a swinging neckbreaker and covers. ] One… Jarred Daniels: Will Michelle be able to kick out? Two… William Masters: It’s getting close… KICKOUT! [ Michelle leans up off from the canvas and for the ropes as an angry Cristal pulls her up by the red locks. She gets her up off her feet over her shoulder, but Michelle slides down her back. She pulls her back into her and Sirena’s corner as she tags in Sirena. ] William Masters: The hot tag and Sirena has been missing some in-ring action. Jarred Daniels: This baby has just picked up! [ Sirena takes control with a kick to the midsection as she grabs Cristal with a headlock snapmare takedown, but Cristal with a leg scissors around the head to break the hold. Cristal and Sirena flip up to their feet, but Cristal misses a clothesline opportunity when Sirena bends backwards. Cristal turns around into a roundhouse kick. ] Jarred Daniels: I’ll be surprised if that didn’t bust her nose open. William Masters: I don’t think Cristal will be able to beat Sirena now or later. [ Cristal pushes herself off the canvas and Sirena whips her into the ropes, but Cristal hops off the second rope with a springboard vaulting press. She covers, but Michelle runs in with a kick to the back of the neck. ] William Masters: Michelle may have just saved Sirena. Jarred Daniels: Cristal had a beautifully executed springboard vaulting press. Let’s see what else she has. [ Cristal is to her feet first and she grabs Sirena. When she attempts to whip her into the ropes, Sirena counters it as she sends Cristal into the ropes, but Michelle with a kick to the lower back of Cristal. Cristal swirls around and clocks Michelle off the apron. Sirena runs up behind Cristal and rolls her up with a schoolgirl. ] One… Two… KICKOUT! Jarred Daniels: Cristal forgot who she was facing and almost cost her team the match. William Masters: What the hell is Kandi doing? [ Kandi is on the apron playing with her hair and filing her nails as Cristal is pulled up to her feet. Cristal punches her way free as she forces Sirena to stumble backwards. Cristal takes Sirena down with a spinning heel kick and then runs to her own corner. She attempts to tag in Kandi, but Kandi walks back down the stairs. ] William Masters: What the hell!? Get in there you coward!? Jarred Daniels: She’s pissing Cristal off as she’s yelling at Kandi. [ Meanwhile, Sirena has managed to tag Michelle back in the ring and Michelle runs up behind Cristal with a double forearm to her back. Cristal stumble face first in the corner and Michelle starts slamming her face against the top turnbuckle by the hair repeatedly. ] Jarred Daniels: It looks like Cristal has to do this match on her own. William Masters: This must have been the genius behind Michelle’s motives for making the teams how she made them. [ Michelle breaks the hold and grabs Cristal with a reverse headlock, but as she attempts to take her down with a snapmare, Cristal reverses it into a back drop on Michelle’s neck. Michelle cringes as she quickly aids her neck while Cristal uses the rope to climb up to her feet. Michelle is crawling to hers. ] William Masters: Despite the odds Cristal is doing it and Michelle has definitely been impressive in this one. Jarred Daniels: Even more impressive than the Brooks did two weeks ago. [ It appears as if Cristal is going for a northern lights suplex, but Michelle counters out of it with a spear to the ropes, but the impact forces Cristal to fall through the second rope. Michelle falls to her knees as Cristal uses the ring apron to climb up. Michelle pulls herself up and races over to Sirena and tags her in. ] Jarred Daniels: Yet, another tag and it looks like Michelle and Sirena are on the same page. William Masters: For now, that is… [ Cristal tries to climb up to the ring apron, but Sirena runs at the ropes, but Cristal cuts her off with a shoulder thrust in between the second rope. She flips over the top with a sunset flip. Sirena staggers up to her feet and Cristal with a kick to the midsection. ] William Masters: Did you hear the impact of Sirena’s head being drilled into the canvas with that cut-throat DDT!? Jarred Daniels: I most certainly did and that had got to give her a splitting headache. [ She looks down at Sirena and lines her up for the corner turnbuckle. She exits onto the outside apron and starts to climb up to the top rope. Kandi comes up behind her and tags herself in before pushing Cristal off the turnbuckle. ] Jarred Daniels: Oh shit! Cristal has just crashed and burned on the canvas! William Masters: Yes and all to the thanks of her own partner. Kandi is NOT to ever be trusted! [ Sirena looks to be crawling toward the ropes and Kandi races into the ring as she runs at Sirena with a punt to the temple. ] William Masters: Ah damn, Kandi has just hit the FINAL LICK! It’s all over here! Jarred Daniels: It looks like Kandi might be stealing around one. [ Kandi places her right foot on the chest of Sirena as she yells at the referee to count. ] Jarred Daniels: This is downright humiliating William! ONE… TWO… THREE!! William Masters: Even Sirena couldn’t have avoided Kandi’s trickery. This has to have you wondering, will Kandi be the next QOC Champ? Jarred Daniels: I fucking hope not, but it looks like she might. Jessica Towers: Here are your winners by via pin-fall… THE FIRST LADY OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING KANDI WASHINGTON AND THE RAINBOW MISTRESS CRISTAL!!! [ As Kandi’s theme starts to play, it fades when Cristal limps over to the back of Kandi and shoves her from behind. The two begin arguing back and forth as they are clearly talking about Kandi stealing the spotlight. Meanwhile with Cristal’s back turned to Michelle, Michelle runs in and Kandi turns Cristal around as Michelle collides into Cristal with a huge spear. She starts following it up with multiple punches to the face as Kandi Washington quickly makes her exit while Sirena Starr remains laid out on the edge of the apron. ] Jarred Daniels: This rivalry between Cristal and Miss Michelle is far from over and as we watch the officials attempt to break these ladies up—William what is your perception on this match? William Masters: It seems like this division is filled with mean PMSING women who just do not know how to get along, but I think the rivalry built up between Cristal and Kandi will be far more personal. Jarred Daniels: You think? This is the second time Michelle has gotten the better side of Cristal and I think it’s only a matter of time before Cristal lays her out. William Masters: We will just have to wait and see, but right now, we have word from the back. *** Towers: "The following contest is an exhibition contest scheduled for one-fall." "Now or Never" plays through Differ Ariake as a man in a sleak black jacket and matching black mask and pleather pants. Towers: "Introducing first; from Yokosuka, Kanagawa; weighting in at 185 pound; Darkness Drachen." The crowd cheers for their fellow country man. Daniels: "Here we go, Mike King vs. Darkness Drachen in an exhibition match." Masters: "I can't believe CZW is letting King book his own match." Daniels: "He saw Alan Fiscus wrestling tonight and quite frankly Mike wanted to have a match to have a fair fight going into Event Horizon." Masters: "And he names his opponent from a promotion that CZW doesn't have a working relationship with?" Daniels: "You and I both know Mike King has mainly wrestled in Japan but only at the bigger shows for NJAW. And Dragon Den does have a working relationship with NJAW." Darkness enters the ring and raises his arms.P> Masters: "Finally we get to see Darkness Drachen in a CZW ring." Daniels: "But we did before." Masters: "You and I both know it was a ploy to keep Chris Tolwar out of Wayward Sons as a full-fledged member with Mike King dawning the mask." Daniels: "You and your conspiracy theories William..." "Now or Never" stops as Darkness removes his jacket. Towers: "And his oponent." "St. Anger" pumps through the arena and Mike King runs through the enterance ramp. Towers: "From Buckeye, Arizona; weighting in tonight at 210 pounds; the Combat Zone Wrestling Intercontinental Champion; 'The Egoist' Mike King. The crowd cheers. Masters: "And there's the man in question. After the last few weeks, I do not know why we are even commentating this match." Daniels: "Becuase he has accepted his terms of the disagreement after the last Tokyo show." Masters: "But still why is Mike King fighting a wrestler that is not similar to Alan Fiscus?" Daniels: "He had to find someone and Darkness Drachen was not busy tonight I guess." King enters the ring and takes off his trenchcoat and removes his title and hands it off to a ring attendent. The ref calls for the bell and the crowd cheers. Masters: "Here we go. Darkness Drachen's debut here in CZW." Daniels: "I thought we talked about that earlier." Masters: "Show me the proof." King offers his hand to his opponent and they shakes hands. Daniels: "Nice sign of respect between the two men." Masters: "I would have socked the other afther the handshake." Daniels: "How am I not surprised?" The two try to lock up but break almost instantly. They again but King goes for the legs but Darkness breaks away. Masters: "Neither man is getting the upperhand." Daniels: "They could be just scouting eachother." They go for another lock up but this time Darkness goes for the legs and King moves and gets Darkness in a waist lock. King forces Darkness to the mat and twists so he can lock Darkness in a front facelock. Darkness tries to break by rolling but King rolls with him maintain the hold. Darkness rolls over again and King rolls through maintaining the hold once again. Darkness rolls once again but King is not able to reverse it this time as Darkness armdrags him out Both men stand up and have a stand-off. The crowd cheers. Masters: "Looks like both men have scouted eachother out." They lock up again but this time Darkness gets the advantage with an arm wringer. King walks to the ropes, grabs them and flips out. King clotheslines Darkness. King goes for a headlock but Darkness instinctively wraps his legs around King's head breaking the hold. The have another stand-off. Daniels: "Another stand-off makes me think that you are right William." Masters: "I know I am." They lock up again and King puts Darkness into a headlock but Darkness spins out and into an armbar. King reverses and into a hammerlock. King tries to take Darkness to the ground but Darkness blocks. King now tries to force Darkness into the ropes but Darkness lets go and King rolls out of the ring. King looks at Darkness and slowly gets back into the ring. Daniels: "Darkness Drachen got the better on that exchange." Masters: "Of course he did, he's Darkness Drachen. One of the best wrestlers from Dragon Den." They lock up again. Darkness gets the better of it and goes for an armbar. King reverses into an armbar of his own. King cranks on the hold and Darkness gets to the ropes. King breaks the hold and stares with his opponent. Daniels: "Looks like Mike King got the better on that one." Masters: "As much as I am giving the Intercontinental Champion crap, he deserves it there." They lock up once againg and Darkness Drachen gets the armdrag. He jumps up and turns it into a crucifix hold armbar. King breaks out but Darkness rolls out and goes for a sunset flip. He brings down King and his arms are down on the mat. 1... 2... King kicks out Daniels: "Darkness Drachen out-reversed Mike King." Masters: "But it looks like he's not done." Darkness grabs the arm and stands up. Darkness spins and brings King to his feet and changes into a head scissors. Darkness goes for a victory roll but King drops his knees on the shoulders of Darkness and cradles to reverse into a pin attempt. 1... 2... Darkness kicks out and rolls forward into a victory roll for a pin attempt of his own. 1... 2... King kicks out Daniels: "King is showing resilency thus far." But Darkness grabs a leg and turns King into a legbar. Darkness turns King over and slaps the chest before releasing the legs and going for a double underhook. King fights out and chops Darkness hard in the chest. Darkness responds with a chop of his own. Masters: "King and Darkness are exchanging chops." Daniels: "This is getting brutal." They continue to exchange chop after chop. They stop and run into the ropes and go for a shoulder block which drops Darkness due to the weight difference. King bounces off the ropes and leaps over Darkness. King bounces off the ropes and Darkness leapfrogs him. Darkness then goes for another leapfrog but gets caught with a double-leg takedown and King goes for a Scorpion Death ROCK! But Darkness scrambles to the ropes before King turns him over. Masters: "King has to break the hold before even getting it locked in." Daniels: "Looks like Darkness Drachen has seen the Scorpion Death ROCK! before." Masters: "Well it is a common move Jared." King lets Darkness get up and charges at him and but Darkness hits him with a roundhouse kick. Darkness fires off a chop at King and it echos through Differ Ariake. drives him down with a double running knee pat. King hangs on for a pin fall attempt. 1... 2... Darkness reverses into a sunset flip for a pin attempt. 1... 2... King rolls out and goes for a prawn hold. 1... 2... Darkness flips King back down for another sunset flip attempt. 1... 2... King kicks out but Darkness rolls around for another sunset flip. 1... 2... King kicks out but Darkness rolls around for yet another sunset flip. 1... 2... King kicks out. < P> Daniels: "Can you believe this?" Masters: "This is an amazing display by the Intercontinental champion as well as the Japanese native." Both men get up King gets rocked by a roundhouse kick but he responds with an enzuigiri. Darkness is out on his feet. King grabs him by the arm and puts it in between the legs and grabs the other arm. King lifts Darkness up but he slides down the back. Darkness turns him around and lifts him up, crosses the legs and drops King down on the canvas knee first. Daniels: Ashi Yokosuka by Darkness Drachen." Masters: "Call it what you want, that is basically a double kneebuster." Darkness climbs the top rope and leaps off with a double stomp to the chest of King. Darkness goes for the pin. 1... 2... King kicks out. Daniels: "Darkness Drachen nearly had Mike King there." Masters: "The Double Stomp from the top rope nearly found the mark on King." Daniels: "May he have gone for it too early on King?" Masters: "It is possible but he has taken King off his game by wrestling the same style." Daniels: "But this is Mike King. Even though he wrestles lucha, he is a man who can last thirty minutes to an hour in a singles contest." King is getting up and Darkness goes for a brainbuster but kick blocks. Darkness tries to lift King up again but he blocks again. Darkness finally lifts King up but he gets kneed in the head and King lands on his feet. He whips Darkness but Darkness reverses. Darkness goes for the backbody drop off the rebound but King rolls through and brings Darkness down with him and pins him with handstand sunset flip. 1... 2... Darkness kicks out. The two men up and into a stand off. The crowd cheers. Masters: "The rarely used Shisa Clutch by King but it was not good enough to put down Darkness Drachen." Daniels: "I don't think Mike King has actually used it in a CZW match." They lock up again. King grabs Darkness and lifts up with a back suplex but drops him face-first onto the knee. Masters: "Egoist Revolucion." Daniels: "What is a vicious move." King waits for Darkness to get up and takes him down with an armdrag but rolls through into a cradle. Masters: "And he follows it up with the Skyade Schoolboy." 1... 2... Darkness kicks out and shifts his weight to pin King with a crucifix. 1... 2... King kicks out and the two combatants get up. Daniels: "I really think Darkness Drachen is getting Mike King off is game. He is not use to a guy to reverse his weird moves." Masters: "I wonder if Alan Fiscus is watching this match." The two start exchanging blows. Rights and lefts fly until Darkness gets the upper hand. Darkness starts drilling King with punches. King ducks a punch and grabs the arm and locks in a cobra clutch. Darkness is trying to fight out. King lets go and spins Darkness out and goes for a lariat but Darkness ducks, go behind him and cradles king to the ground for a pin. 1... 2... King gets up and goes for a la casita for a pin. 1... 2... Darkness kicks out but King grabs Darkness and cradles him with another la casita, this time turning it into a crucifix. 1... 2... Darkness kicks out again but King locks the arm in a scissors but he cannot get the crossface locked in. Darkness punches out of it. Darkness reverses it into an arm hooked crucifix for a pin. 1... 2.. King kicks but Darkness rolls through and goes for an armbar and places his leg around the head of King. King shimmies his leg towards the ropes and gets a break. Daniels: "Nice array of chain wrestling there." Masters: "Darkness Drachen blocked the Quiet Riot." The two men get up and lock-up. King gets Darkness into an armbar. King drops Darkness to the mat and wraps Darkness neck with his leg and locks in a kimura and synches it in. Darkness is able to get to the ropes for a break. Daniels: "Since Mike King's return to CZW he has really brought the Kimura with another variation in reptiroir." Masters: "Yeah he has his St. Anger III." The two men get up and lock up again with a knuckle lock. Darkness gets the better of it driving King down to the mat. Darkness tries to pin King to the mat but King keeps at least one should up at all times. Darkness battles to get both of Kings shoulders down on the mat and finally does so after nearly 30 second of battling. The referee counts. 1... 2.. King kicks out by bridging up. Darkness tries to force King's shoulders to the mat again by using his weight onto King's feet. 1... King pushes back, jumps and drops down with a leg lariat driving Darkness to the mat. King goes for a pin. 1... 2... Daniels: "King just used a pet move of Darkness Drachen the leg lariat." Masters: "Well it is a good move." Darkness kicks out but King rolls and grabs an arm of Darkness and drops onto it with a knee. King locks the arm with his leg before rolling and locking in St Anger II but Darkness reaches the ropes with his legs forcing King to break the hold. Daniels: "It looks like Darkness Drachen had that move scouted." Masters: "Indeed it did Jared." The two get up. King and Darkness exchange chops before Darkness grabs King by the hand, runs to the turnbuckle and takes King down with an armdrag. King gets back up and is taken down with another armdrag. King gets up blocks another armdrag by kicking the arm he worked on previously. Darkness clutches the arm. King drops Darkness to his knees with a Metallica Kick in the arm and follows up with a Shinning Metallica. King goes for the pin. 1... 2... 3.. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Kickout by Darkness. Daniels: "How did he do that?" Masters: "Perhaps Mike King didn't hit it square." Darkness gets up and King goes for another Metallica Kick but Darkness ducks. King turns around and into another roundhouse kick Darkness grabs King hits him with a Darkness Bottom. Both men are down. The referee is ready to count. Daniels: "The Darkness Bottom and both men are out." 1... Masters: "The side slam is a trademark of Darkness Drachen and King just got planted." 2... Daniels: "Darkness Drachen is impressive in his CZW debut." 3... Masters: "That he is but I already knew that." 4... Daniels: "Well aren't you 'Mr. Know-It-All'." 5... Masters: "No that's Bullwinkle J. Moose." 6... Daniels: "Why you are referencing an old cartoon is beyond me." Masters: "What it is on VH1 Classic now." Daniels: "Just another channel of the 150+ I don't watch." Both men are up and go at it with rights and lefts. King takes control and hits a series of punches. King goes for a punch but Darkness blocks and series of European uppercuts rocking kick back. Darkness grabs King and hits him with Tornado DDT. Darkness goes for the pin. 1... 2... Kick out by King Masters: "Tornado DDT plants King but not enough to leave him down." Darkness picks him up and snapmares him to the ground. Darkness gets in front of King who is now seated. Darkness goes for a roundhouse kick but King ducks however Darkness nails a reverse kick to the temple rocking King. Darkness follows up with a seated gamengiri. King lumps to the mat and Darkness goes for the pin. 1... 2... 3... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! King Kicks out. Daniels: "That was down right vicious." Masters: "I cannot believe Mike King kicked out of it." Darkness points to the turnbuckle. Darkness now climbs to the top rope and appeals to the crowd before leaping off for a headbutt but King rolls away. The crowd boos as Darkness rolls off of King is rising to his feet after the missed headbutt. Daniels: "That will leave a mark." Masters: "Even though he is masked, it will hurt." King gets up and measures Darkness. King runs towards the turnbuckle over by Darkness and jumps up the turnbuckle nailing a triangle enziugiri that rocks Darkness. King follows it up by running into the ropes and dropping Darkness with a clothesline. Darkness gets up and King goes for a lariat but it is blocked by a Darkness cradle. The referee counts. 1... 2... King kicks out. Daniels: "Darkness blocked the lariat following the triangle enziguiri." Both men get up and exchange rights and lefts. King goes for a punch but it is ducked and Darkness drops King with a Michinoku Driver. Masters: "Visual Driver." Darkness grabs the arms of King and cross them over his face. Darkness turns over and locks in a modified crossface. Daniels: "Blue light, we saw this the last time Darkness Darkness was here in CZW." Masters: "I told you already, it was really Mike King." King is trying to fight out of the hold and scramble to the ropes. Daniels: "Regardless Mike King is trying to fight out of it." King shouts in pain as Darkness torques the hold tighter to prevent King from breaking out. Masters: "King is hurting from this hold." King gets up to his knees and snapmares Darkness off. Darkness rolls through and into a roundhouse kick by King that rocks Darkness. King goes for and double wrist-clutch northern lights suplex but Darkness blocks it with a knee to the face. Darkness starts wailing on King with slaps and knees driving him into the corner. Daniels: "Looks like Darkness Drachen has Mike King on the ropes." Darkness chops King. The ping echos through the arena. Darkness chops King again and King cries in pain from the stinging chop. Darkness lifts King ontop the top turnbuckle and climbs up. Darkness jumps up and tries to frankensteiner King down but King rolls through and into a sunset flip. 1... 2... Drachen kicks out. Masters: "Both men are slow to their feet after that close call." Daniels: "King nearly won it with that reversal to the avalanche frankensteiner." The two men get up and exchange shoot kicks until Darkness nails King in the midsection. Darkness puts his head between the legs and lifts King up and into a Canadian backbreaker. Masters: "Looks like Darkness is going for the Yokosuka Cutter." Darkness tosses King but he lands on his feet. Daniels: "King blocked the Yokosuka Cutter." Masters: "I cannot believe it." King kicks Darkness in the gut and grabs him by the neck before slashing his throat. King pushes off and flips down and drops Darkness neck first onto his shoulder. Daniels: "The Corkscrew Stunner?" Masters: "That is Alan Fiscus move." Daniels: "Perhaps King is playing mind games." King grabs Darkness as he gets up and stedies him. King crosses the arms and lifts him before dropping him with a sitout power bomb. Masters: "Hard impact for Darkness Drachen." Daniels: "Mike King with a cross-arm powerbomb." Masters: "That is Darkness Drachen's D3, he is stealing moves from him too. Daniels: "King to used a version as a part of his King Combo, I think it is called the King Bomb." King maintains for the pin. 1... 2... 3... The referee calls for the bell and King gets off his opponent and waits for the referee to raise his hand. Towers: "Your winner, CZW Intercontinental Champion, Mike King." The referee raises his hand. Daniels: "He got him with the King Bomb." Masters: "Not as effective as the Nasty Bomb, but I'll take it." Daniels: "It may not but it put away Darkness Drachen." King get his title back and he holds it up in the air. Masters: "Although this was just an exhibition match, it was an impressive showing by both men." Daniels: "I tell you, I’ll take some more Darkness Drachen." Masters: "He really had King scouted pretty good." *** The feed returns backstage in the office of Derek Damage. Damage holds his head in his hands, leaning in on his desk. He looks up to the two other men in the room, CZW agents Sid Simelia and Ronnie James Del Rio. Damage looks between the two men, the events of the night weighing on him. Damage: “Have they found them at all?” Simelia shakes his head. Simelia: “Soon as they leave the ring it’s like they disappear. Naniwa and Rowan are both down and out, haven’t heard anything yet about their conditions.” Derek smacks his hands on his desk. Damage: “They’re still in the building, damn it! I can’t have any more of my roster injured!” Del Rio: “Derek, do you really think they’d go after everyone?” Damage: “YES!” Damage leans in towards Del Rio, a look of pure concern on his face. Damage: “I know Ryan. He’ll spike every damn person in this arena tonight if it’ll get him what he wants! As long as he’s out there everyone is in danger, do you understand me?! Now go out there and get the bastard!” Damage turns around in his chair, facing out the window. Simelia and Del Rio quietly exit, the camera following them out of the office. The two walk a ways down the hall, Simelia speaking up first. Simelia: “He’s too worked up. Swear to God he’s going to have a heart attack.” Del Rio attempts to answer, but is floored by a huge Yakuza Kick! Simelia turns to react but eats a lead pipe to the back of the neck! From off-screen CRYPT, Matt Covey, and Ryan Shane appear! CRYPT stomps on Del Rio as Covey rains blow after blow from the pipe onto Simelia. Ryan only watches, crouching down as to get a closer look at the carnage! Covey and CRYPT trade off, putting the boots and pipe down on both men! CRYPT pushes an unconscious Del Rio off to the side, but Simelia refuses to stay down. He grabs onto Covey’s pant leg, but catches a punch to the face! All three men back up as Simelia gets up to his knees. CRYPT, Covey, and Shane all charge, booting Simelia in the head at the same time! Sid crumbles to the ground as The Uprising look on at their dirty work, walking off-screen again as the feed cuts back ringside. ***
-=CZW vs NJAW!=- *** Towers: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a special attraction CZW vs. NJAW inter promomotional match." "Streetcleaner" pumps through the arena and the fans in Differ Ariake are going nuts. Towers: "Introducing first. From Wichita, Kansas; weighing in at 242 pounds; 'The Sadistic Solution' Alan Fiscus." Fiscus walks through the enterance way and to the ring with purpose. Daniels: "Here is the number one contender to the CZW Intercontinental title." Masters: "He and champion Mike King are headed for an impact at Event Horizon." Daniels: "It will me monumental." Fiscus enters the ring and awaits his opponent. Masters: "He looks determined." Fiscus paces back and forth in the ring as "Streetcleaner"ends. Daniels: "He looks possessed." Towers: "And his opponent." "I Don't Know Anything" pumps through the arena and the arena comes un-glued. Daniels: "Here comes Mr. High Tension." Masters: "What?" Daniels: "He changes the atomosphere of the arena he walks into." Raijin Kusanagi walks through the enterance ramp. Towers: "From Osaka, weighting in at 224 pounds, "Storm Bearer" Raijin Kusanagi." Raijin looks at his opponent as he walks to the ring. Masters: "Kusanagi is a very docareted wrestler." Daniels: "He has won the U-30 or Under 30 tournament and held that title seeral times, he has won the Super Junior Cup before switching to the heavyweight division two years ago. Since switching, he finished second this year in the International Grand Prix round robin after winning his block." Masters: "And he has only been pro for six years now?" Daniels: "He has had a remarkable career." Raijin enters the ring and awaits the referee to call for the bell. Masters: "Raijin is looking for the bell." Daniels: "Looks like he wants to start the match now." Fiscus nods in agreement wanting to start the match. Masters: "Alan wants it too." The referee calls for the bell. Daniels: "Here we go NJAW's and CZW's Mr. High Tension going at it." Masters: "This will be a war." Both men start of professionally, with a lock up, Kusanagi switches to the back, locking his arms around the waist of Alan Fiscus but he quickly bends down and grabbing the right leg of Kusanagi, tripping him down. Kusanagi lands on his backside. Alan backs off with a smile on his face as Kusanagi stands back up, looking slightly embarrassed. Daniels: "Alan Fiscus gets the first shot in this war." Masters: "But it ain't over until it's over." Daniels: "Who are you quoting, Yogi Bera or Lenny Kravitz?" Masters: "Myself." The two lock up again, this time Raijin quickly applies a side headlock but Alan is quick to send Raijin into the ropes. As he rebounds he hits the big shoulder of Alan Fiscus and once again falls down to the canvas. Raijin hits the canvas with the palm of his hands, clearly frustrated. Daniels: "Raijin is clearly losing the mental game." Masters: "Perhaps this is where Alan's experience comes into play." Once again the two combatants lock up, this time Raijin goes behind Fiscus and drops down taking his legs from under him and sending Fiscus face first to the mat. Kusanagi quickly jumps over to apply a side headlock in a grounded position but Fiscus just as quickly escapes and ends up reversing it into a front facelock. Fiscus, however, releases the hold and slaps Raijin. Daniels: "It looks like Alan is choosing to infuriate Raijin rather than attempting an early submission." As Fiscus stands up, with a grin on his face, Raijin looks up at Alan, a real look of fury in his eyes… Masters: "And with Raijin Kusanagi's reaction it is the good call thus far." For a fourth time the two go for a lock up but this time Raijin, instead of going for a tie up, kicks Alan in the gut and immediately follows it with a hard chop to the chest. Raijin follows up with a few more chops before snapmaring Fiscus to the ground. With Fiscus now on the ground it is Raijin posing to the crowd, his reaction being a mixed chorus of boos and cheers. As Fiscus makes his way back to his feet Raijin rebounds of the rope and goes for a lariat but Alan ducks. Daniels: "Swing and a miss." Masters: "I thought we were in Differ Ariake, not Tokyo Dome." As Raijin misses Fiscus is quick to position himself behind Raijin and deliver a crushing full nelson slam. Raijin hits the canvas hard and holds his back, wincing in pain. Alan immediately mounts Raijin and delivers a flurry of hard right hands to the cranium of Raijin Kusanagi. As Alan stands up he wipes some sweat off his head and flicks it towards the sea of booing fans at ringside. Kusanagi is beginning to get back to his feet but Alan gives him little room to breathe, grabbing Raijin and delivering two vicious knee lifts before placing Raijin across his back and shoulders. For a few seconds Alan walks around the ring with Raijin struggling to escape. But Alan lifts Raijin up and drops him down with a thunderous Death Valley driver. Daniels: "Alan Fiscus is gaining steam here." Masters: "If it wasn't bad enough that Raijin Kusanagi was getting frustraded, Fiscus now has the physical edge." Raijin holds the back of his head and neck and is clearly hurt by the move. As he lies on his back, Alan positions himself. Grabbing the legs of Raijin Kusanagi he attempts to lock on a Boston Crab but out of nowhere Raijin reverses and goes for a small package. 1... 2. Alan kicks out. Daniels: "Maybe not. Raijin Kusanagi came back with a clutch small package hold" Masters: "That is a clutch move and shows why he has done well in all of those matches." Alan gets up but is taken down by a shoulder block by Raijin. Alan gets up and is chopped back into the ropes. Raijin runs towards Alan but Alan ducks and tries to backbody drop Raijin over the ropes. Raijin lands on his feet on the apron. Raijin shoulderblocks Alan in the midsection. Raijin slingshots over the top rope but rolls over the back of Fiscus. Raijin turns around and right into a big right hand. Fiscus follows up with a kick to the midsection and follows it with a reverse neckbreaker. Daniels: "Good move by Fiscus to work on the neck." Masters: "When you area suplex master like Alan is, it weakens the neck for the suplexes we will see later." Fiscus pulls Kusanagi into a headlock and takes him over to the ground. Kusanagi quickly counters with a head-scissors and Fiscus kips up out of it. Kusanagi is up and Fiscus takes him down with an armdrag, but Kusanagi holds on, taking Fiscus over instead. Alan is up but Kusanagi takes him down with a dropkick. Daniels: "Nice dropkick." Masters: "I'll give it a .6 on the Hennig scale." Daniels: "waht will it take to get a 1.0?" Masters: "One that beats your opponent." Fiscus up to one knee eyes Kusanagi who stands staring at him. Fiscus to his feet and again they lock up. Alan catches Kusanagi with a quick European uppercut, and then another, rocking him against the ropes. He whips Kusanagi to the other side and bounces of, leaping with a spinning-heel kick, but Kusanagi rolls underneath. Fiscus recovers but Raijin attempts an enziguri. Alan ducks. Raijin quickly moving back to his feet but Fiscus with a kick to the gut, staggering him. He quickly bounds off the nearest ropes and takes Kusanagi down with a swinging neckbreaker. Daniels: "And Fiscus is back to working the neck." Masters: "Looks like that will be his strategy going forward." Fiscus now to his feet, sizing Kusanagi up as he dazedly recovers. He scoops him up and hits an inverted atomic drop and follows up the move with a clothesline. Alan again with a headlock, and this time he brings him over with a takedown. Alan holds onto the headlock for a moment but then stands up and dropkicks Raijin in the back, taking control. He picks Kusanagi up and chops him. Alan grabs Raijin and nails him with a belly-to-back suplex. He hops to the ropes, comes back and drops a legdrop across the throat of Kusanagi. Raijin gets up and is met with another chop. Kusanagi hits the mat and rolls to the outside. Fiscus sizes him up and runs to the opposite side. He gets to the ropes and leaps over with a pescado. Daniels: "Incoming..." However Kusanagi with a kick to midsection of Fiscus in mid-air. The crowd ooos at the impact. Masters: "That will hurt." Daniels: "Did you hear that thud?" Masters: "That was brutal. Kusanagi hit Fiscus hard in the midsection." Alan rolls on the ground in pain as the ref starts his 10 count. Kusanagi is up now and enters the ring. Alan follows in and is up to a knee but Kusanagi destroys him with a shining wizard. Daniels: "Fiscus goes down with a glazed look after that one." Masters: "He resembles a donut right now." Kusanagi covers. 1... 2... Alan kicksout Daniels: "Close call on the Shining Wizard." Kusanagi with a kick to the head of Fiscus and follows up with a bodyslam. Then Kusanagi moves around Fisucs and flips onto him with a standing moonsault! Cover again! 1... 2... Fiscus kicks out again. Masters: "Nice flashy standing moonsault but it is not enough." Kusanagi shakes his head and begins to ascend the top rope! He sizes Alan up, waiting for him to stand and dives off, looking for a tomahawk chop. Kusanagi connects. Kusanagi gets up and he runs at a rising Fiscus with a clothesline attempt, but Alan ducks and both men run towards opposite ropes. The rush towards eachother and both attempt cross-body blocks! Both men crash into eachother and land in a heap on the ground! Daniels: "Talk about an Amtrak." Masters: "Like I am sure the Japanese fans and other un-Americans know what you mean." Daniels: "Bullet train de-railed, the underground crashed, call it what you want but it is a train wreck." Masters: "And both men are hurt off that one." They both get up about the same time and start punching at each other. Daniels: "But they are both getting up." Masters: "And they are going to blows." Daniels: "Looks like these two are pitbulls." The punches turns to chops. Fiscus and Kusanagi exchange chops until Kusanagi kicks Alan in the gut. Kusanagi hits Fiscus with a chop and it rocks Fiscus into the turnbuckle. Raijin places Fiscus in between the top and middle turnbuckles with his midsection facing the center of the ring. Raijin hits Fiscus with a few kicks in the midsection. Kusanagi backs away. Masters: "Looks like Raijin Kusanagi is looking for something." Kusanagi charges at Fiscus and smashes him with the knee into the midsection. Fiscus falls out and collapses to the canvas holding his midsection. Kusanagi goes for a pinfall. 1... 2... Alan kicks out. Daniels: "Fiscus survives that hard knee to the midsection." Masters: "I would have stayed down with that one. I hurt watching it." Raijin goes to pick Alan up but he is met with rights and lefts. Alan gets to his feet but is once again met with a boot to the midsection. Raijin lifts him up and drops him with a stalling brainbuster. Kusanagi then points to the turnbuckle and groggily climbs up the ropes. He stands up, and points into the crowd. He leaps and goes for a diving headbutt and connects. Raijin goes for the pin. 1... 2... Alan kicks out again and Kusanagi pounds the mat. Daniels: "Kusanagi is getting frustrated." Masters: "He cannot expect to get a former CZW World Champion like Alan Fiscus with a headbutt." Daniels: "Hey you will never know." Kusanagi starts hammering away with punches to the head of Alan Fiscus. Kusanagi lifts Fiscus up and drops with a bodyslam and scales the turnbuckle but on the inside this time. Kusanagi leaps off and backflips toward Fiscus. Masters: "Moonsault!" But Alan rolls away and Raijin hits nothing but canvas. Daniels: "Can you say crash and burn?" Masters: "I guess Alan was not ready yet." Daniels: "That or he took too much time." Alan uses the ropes to help himself up as Raijin slowly gets to his feet. Alan is on his feet and drops Raijin with a clothesline. Alan follows it up with another clothesline and chops Raijin with his forearm. Raijin chest is getting redder and redder as Fiscus follows up with chop after chop. Raijin rakes Alans eye and goes for a clothesline of his own but is met with an STO. For his troubles. Alan gets up and holds the eye as he stomps Raijin on the mat. Masters: "Alan is enraged now." Daniels: "Well when you get an eye gouge from someone it will piss you off." Masters: "I rather not, I had that a little too much in the holiday camps." Daniels: "What?" Masters: "The holiday camp circuit, where families go on holiday or vacation." Alan gets off of Raijin and grabs him by the head. Alan hooks Raijin by the head and a leg and flips him over with a fisherman suplex. Alan rolls through and follows up with a second fisherman suplex. Alan rolls through and follows with his Overdose. Daniels: "I take it Alan watched Mike King vs. Darkness Drachen." Masters: "I think that was not the only match he watch because that series of fisherman suplexes is a trademark of Mike King." Danielss: "However he ended it the Overdose not the fisherman buster or fisherman spinebuster." Masters: "Same difference. Alan Fiscus stole a move from Mike King." Alan pounds the mat and catches a rising Kusanagi with a Riot Act. Alan gets up and follows up with an elbowdrop to the back and another and another. Fiscus then grabs Raijin by the waist and lifts him up and drops him with a back suplex. Daniels: "Deadlift back suplex by Alan, nice." Masters: "Interesting suplex variation." Alan goes for a pin. 1... 2... Kusanagi kicks out. Daniels: "Close call off the back suplex." Masters: "But not quite good enough." Alan gets up and signals for another Riot Act. Raijin gets up and walks into it but he reverses and into a German Suplex. 1... 2... Alan kicks out. Daniels: "Clutch German suplex by Raijin Kusanagi but it does not work." Raijin gets up and goes for a suplex and lifts Alan up but he blocks with a knee to the head. Raijin drops Fiscus onto the mat but kicks him in the head. Kusanagi picks Fiscus for another suplex but once again his knee meets the skull of his opponent. Kusanagi drops Fiscus onto his feet but rocks him with a crescent kick. Fiscus is out on his feet and Kusanagi grabs him and drops him with a vertical suplex. Kusanagi holds on and rolls back to his feet. He grabs one of Alans legs and crosses it over the other before lifting and dropping Alan on his head. Masters: "Vicious brainbuster by Raijin Kusanagi." Daniels: "It Came From Japan." Masters: "That it did." Daniels: "No that is his cross-legged brainbuster." Raijin flips Alan onto his stomach and goes for a crossface. Kusagani gets Alan in on and arches back. Masters: "Crossface, that could end this match." Daniels: "Alan Fiscus is being taken to the limit by the Storm Bearer" Alan is trying to reach the ropes. He is pushing way to the ropes. Masters: "Alan is inching to the ropes." Daniels: "This might force The Storm Bearer to break the hold." Alan grabs the rope and forces Raijin to break the hold. Masters: "He got it." Daniels: "I cannot believe it. I mean I can but Raijin Kusanagi had the crossface locked in on the former CZW World Champion." Masters: "Alan Fiscus survives." Raijin is pounding the mat in frustration. Raijin grabs Fiscus and picks him up but Alan gets him with a small package. 1... 2. Raijin kicks out. Daniels: "The small package didn't work for Alan Fiscus." Raijin grabs Alan and knees him in the gut. Raijin whips Alan in the rope and goes for a knee to the midsection but Alan leaps over and rolls Raijin into a school boy roll for a pin. 1... 2.. Raijin kicks out again. Masters: "Nice kickout by Raijin Kusanagi." Raijin gets up but into a belly to belly suplex. Raijin gets back up but walks into a hardway suplex by Fiscus. Raijin bounces off the mat and Alan picks him up and drops him with a head and arm suplex. Raijin stumbles to his feet and walks into a Riot-Plex. Fiscus holds on for the pin attempt. 1... 2... 3.. NOOOOOO! Kusanagi kicks out. Daniels: "Orange Crush or as Alan Fiscus calls it the Riot-Plex has put down many a man in Differ Ariake but not Raijin Kusanagi." Masters: "I do not know how that happened." Alan points to the turnbuckle. Daniels: "Looks like he is calling for the STD." Masters: "He should get that checked out." Daniels: "Well after that series of suplexes, it might be a good call." Fiscus climbs the top rope and leaps off but Raijin rolls away. Masters: "Crash and burn." Daniels: "Raijin might have a window here." Masters: "Well it was high risk, high reward." Raijin gets up and so does Alan who holds his ribs. Raijin grabs Alan by the back of the head and drops him down with his boot going right into the throat of Alan. Daniels: "The Kurt Cobain, he normally uses it to set up for his Lightning Flash." Raijin picks Alan up in a fireman carry and but Alan fights back with elbows to the head. Raijin drops Fiscus down and hits a roundhouse kick before lifting him back up and dropping him back first onto the canvas. Raijin falls to the mat out of it himself. Masters: "Lightning Flash, that could be it." Daniels: "Alan Fiscus blocked it the first time but it did not work the second time." Kusanagi struggles to put his arm on Fiscus for the pinfall. 1... 2... 3.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Alan put his arm up at the last possible second. Masters: "I cannot believe it." Daniels: "Alan Fiscus kicked out of the Lightning Flash. The move that have put many men down here in Japan." Masters: "Alan Fiscus is nuts." Daniels: "You call it being nuts, but it is determination like this that will make it hard for Mike King to beat him come Event Horizon to retain the Intercontinental Title in his first defense." Raijin pounds the mat trying to get the crowd behind him. Raijin is up and waiting for Fiscus to get up. Alan gets up and Raijin charges at him and slides between the legs and grabs Alan flips him onto the mat and into a jack-knife hold. 1... 2... 3. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Once again Alan kicks out. Masters: "What will it take from Raijin to put Alan Fiscus down?" Daniels: "Not his baseball slide jack-knife pin." Masters: "I got it." Daniels: "WHat is it?" Masters: "A nuke." Daniels: "The people of Japan do not want to see that at all." Raijin pounds the mat again. Alan gets up and walks into a Raijin scoop slam attempt but he slides down his back. Raijin turns around and into the Overthrow. Alan lays on the mat as it has taken everything out of him. Masters: "Overthrow, that should do it." Daniels: "It has put down many people along thw way." Alan crawls over and lays an arm cross the chest of Raijin. 1... 2... 3.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Raijin kicks out. Masters: "You gotta be kidding me." Daniels: "Raijin kicks out again. I can't believe it" Masters: "What will it take to end this match?" Alan is on all fours and Raijin is rolling onto all fours. The two men start headbutting eachother and then start to exchange rights and lefts and then chops. Daniels: "Tooth and nail fighting by both Alan and Raijin here." Masters: "This is getting good." Raijin gets the advantage through a hard chop and starts to throw punches at Fiscus. After leading a few, Alan blocks a punch and brings Raijin down before locking the arm with his legs and apply a crossface on Raijin. Daniels: "Is that?" Masters: "I think so, yes it is." Daniels: "Alan Fiscus is playing mindgames right back at Mike King by using St. Anger II." Masters: "This must be in retaliation of King using the Corkscrew Stunner." Raijin is trying to fight to the ropes. Daniels: "The Storm Bearer is struggling to the ropes." Masters: "Can he make it in time?" Daniels: "This move has put down many opponents." Masters: "But will Raijin Kusanagi join that list?" Fiscus pulls back cranking on the hold and Kusanagi cannot take much more. Daniels: "He's gonna tap." Masters: "No I think he can make the ropes." Kusanagi is within reach of the ropes but he has had enough and taps out. Daniels: "Alan Fiscus got Kusanagi there." Masters: "I cannot believe it, he beat Raijin Kusanagi with a pet move of his opponent in just two short weeks, Mike King." Alan lets go and the referee grabs his arm and raises it into the air and the crowd cheers. Towers: "Your winner, Alan Fiscus." Streetcleaner plays through the arena but Mike King walks out through the curtain with microphone in hand. Alan Fiscus turns and looks at the Intercontinental champion. Daniels: It's Mike King, CZW Intercontinental champion." Masters: "What does he want?" Daniels: "I'm sure we will see in a few moments, he's mic'd." King raises his hand and on cue Streetcleaner stops playing. King: "Konichwa Tokyo." The crowd cheers. Masters: "Sucking up to the crowd apparently." Daniels: "Will you be serious?" King: "Alan Fiscus, congratulations on a hard fought match with a good young lion in Raijin Kusanagi." The crowd cheers. King: "However I am not out here because of that. I am here for unsettled business from the last time we were in Tokyo. For the last four weeks I have repeatedly heard from you, from fans, from co-workers and from management that you accidentally punched me during my match with Crypt. And I apologized to everyone in CZW for my actions after that." The crowd apoloses at Kings change of heart. King: "However, however, I do not forgive you for your actions. You may have accidentally punched me but and here is the key thing, without you punching me and getting evolved in my match, I may not have gotten planted with the Delirium Trigger. Crypt may not have beat me. I may not have my unbeaten streak broken. You are to blame Alan, not me." Alan motions for a microphone and he is given one. Fiscus: "What do you want me to say that I am sorry, I did that two weeks ago." King shakes his head. King: "Alan I cannot trust you. I never have, never will. You donot trust me either. You look inside yourself and you know it. Our problem is we are one in the same expect you're older and I'm younger. The fact remains that at Event Horizon will only be the fifth time we have met in the ring, second time one-on-one and every time we have been in the ring, you have come out on top." Fiscus nods. Fiscus: "You are damn right I won each and every meeting. I am the better man and I proved that time and time again. You have changed since the last time we wrestled and I will give you that but, but I will still take your precious title from you in your first defense." King smirks. King: "That is where you are as wrong as you have been in the past Alan. Four years ago, you were the better man. Three years ago, you were still the better man but only because of Cage Stryker being the referee in that match." Fiscus shakes his head. Fiscus: "Will you let that go already? I defeated you each and every time you have stepped in the ring with me. Stryker as ref or not. And besides wouldn't your psyche tell you to let go of the past?" King shakes his head. King: "She has and you have beaten me time and time again, but that was years ago and I have changed. I have only gotten better since then. The Mike King you wrestled all those times has evolved into the man you see today, a two-time Intercontinental Champion, only the third in its history joining Ace King and Maynard OToole. I am now better than you Alan Fiscus. It is not opinion, it is fact. Look at the records, I have only lost one match here since I returned to CZW in June. You did not have your first match until what late August/early September?" Fiscus raises his hand to pause King. Fiscus: "So you returned before I did. What does that prove you idiot? When it comes to our match in two weeks, I will murder you just like the other times." King is visibly frustrated as the crowd cheers Fiscus. King then pauses and calms himself down. King: "See that proves my point, I am in my prime and despite this match, I cannot tell you are still in yours or not. And that is where I will win, I will bring my A-game even if you do not. I am fighting like the challenger not the champion that I am. I have everything to prove by beating you for a trophy to gain. That trophy is being beating you one and for all and putting the Alan Fiscus chapter of my CZW career to a close for once and for all. We are going to war in the Tokyo Dome in two weeks at Event Horizon, I am bringing the nukes. The question is if you bring yours will you use yours before I use mine?" King walks away leaving Fiscus in the ring. Daniels: "King is confident that he can beat Fiscus for the first time in his career." Masters: "But Fiscus is also confident that he can beat King and win the CZW Intercontinental title from King." Daniels: I am not sure who will walk out victorious but it will be a war as the champion said." Masters: Especially with the history of both men." *** We cut backstage as the bodyguard to Kandi Washington, the massive Drake Knight, makes his way through the halls. He tosses glances back and forth, looking out for his employer. He turns a corner, and immediately stops. He rolls his eyes, look off-screen. Knight: “Looking for a problem?” The camera swings around, revealing Ryan Shane standing in the way. Shane examines his nails, wiping them off on his jacket before looking up at Knight. Shane: “You’re the one with the problem, Drake.” Shane gives Drake a smirk. Knight grunts, taking a step closer to Ryan, only to be brought down to one knee from a pipe to the back of the knee! Covey follows the strike with another one to the chest! CRYPT runs up from behind, booting Knight in the back of the head! Ryan joins in, all three men stomping, kicking, and punching on the monster of a man! Drake muscles up, pushing Covey off and hitting CRYPT with a right to the head! He turns and is immediately put back down by a Sublimation from Ryan! Covey jumps on top of Knight, pressing the pipe into his throat, choking him! Shane steps back, reaching into his boot and removing the railroad spike! Shane: “Pick him up!” Covey and CRYPT lift Drake up, holding him still. Ryan takes aim, charging and driving the spike right into his forehead! Knight hits the ground, a fresh cut on his head starting to bleed! Ryan yells directly into the downed Drake’s face before turning away, exiting off-screen. The feed cuts back to ringside shortly after. ***
-=BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!=- *** “I’m better than You” by Samuel Adams bumps onto the speakers as the crowd whips up into a barrage of boos. The curtains part and out walks CZW’s newest limelight stealer, Jake Wakefield. Kandi Washington follows close behind, just as Wakefield opens his arms out wide taking in the negativity with a smirk. The two make their way down to the ring. Jessica Towers: “The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Kandi Washington! From Los Angele, California! He stands 6’2”, weighing in at 225lbs! He is “Simply Mesmerizing”, JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE WAKEFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIELD!!!” Masters: “Here comes one of the biggest bloody imbeciles I’ve ever seen step into the CZW!” Daniels: “Harsh words, William. Mr. Wakefield seems like the kind of person you’d be supporting all over the place. What’s with the sudden change of heart?” Masters: “Jake Wakefield is the type of competitor I would support, yes, but he made a mistake most seasoned CZW competitors wouldn’t. The bloody fool called out Ryan Shane on his first day! Not many in their right mind would make that mistake when Shane was calmed, but now! That’s a death sentence!” Daniels: “It seems like a large task, yes, but what if he wins? What if he puts down one of the number one contenders to the world title? That would be huge, William!” Wakefield enters the ring as Kandi goes to the ringside. He jumps up onto the ropes, taking in the negative reaction again before jumping back down and into the ring. His music dies down, and the murmurs of the crowd are the only thing heard. Suddenly, the loud shred of a guitar rips through as “Immigrant Song” by Gotthard rages through the speakers. The boos from the crowd are defeaning, drowning out most of the song. The curtains part, and onto the ramp steps Ryan Shane, Cassidy Fontaine in tow. The booing somehow manages to grow louder as Ryan collected walks down the ramp, not showing much of a concern for anything. Jessica Towers: “And the opponent! Representing The Uprising and accompanied to the ring by Cassidy Fontaine! From Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada! He stands 6’2”, weighing in at 225lbs! He is the self-proclaimed “Anti-Christ of CZW”, and “The Straight Edge Curse”, RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!” Shane takes a step closer to the ring, hearing Kandi harassing him from off to his right. Ryan turns, blankly staring at her, then begins to approach her. Kandi quickly ceases her trash talk and runs to the other side of the ring as Ryan walks onto the apron and climbs the ropes on the outside. He places both hands over his face before swiping them off to the sides, letting out a loud roar! Masters: “Something wicked this way comes, Daniels. This man has been on a tear through the CZW tonight. Think of all of men assaulted in just the course of this show. Yoshi Naniwa, Ryan Lewis, Spencer Pierce, the list goes on! Ryan Shane is out for blood tonight!” Daniels: “Shane has said that he feels like he did during the Youthful Aggression attack in the old CZW. If anyone remembers that feud, you’ll know that cannot bode well for the CZW!” Masters: “I’m sure Mr. Wakefield will be no exception to this. We very well could see a career end before it begins tonight.” Daniels: “let’s hope otherwise.” Ryan jumps into the ring, eyeing Wakefield without a very unimpressed expression. Wakefield returns the reaction, and the two simply stare at each other as the ref signals for the bell! *DING-DING!* Daniels: “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it’s the brash upstart versus the angry veteran! Shane and Wakefield slowly circle up. Collar and elbow tie-up and Wakefield takes control with an arm wrench! He cinches it in again with another rotation but Shane drives a stiff kick to the midsection to break the hold! Shane lunges in with a knee to the chest, staggering Wakefield back to the ropes!” Masters: “Looks like Shane wants to prove a point to this new blood today, Daniels!” Shane with a few more forearm shots before he whips Wakefield into the ropes. As Jake heads back, Shane leaps up and connects beautifully with a leaping knee to the face! Shane points at the referee and tells him to make the count before dropping down and covering Wakefield with a lateral press! 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Shane smirks and gets back to his feet, arrogantly kicking Wakefield in the head. Masters: “Not a whole lot of force behind those kicks there. Shane is just trying to humiliate Wakefield now!” Daniels: “Well, I for one think it might be hilarious if Shane ends up taking this guy too lightly and losing the match because of it.” Shane pulls Wakefield to his feet and sneers at him before hooking him up for a suplex. He lifts, but Wakefield struggles, blocking the maneuver! The moment his feet hit the mat, Wakefield whips Shane over with a snap suplex! Daniels: “Wakefield is back in the match after that counter! Both men to their feet and Shane throws a big forearm shot, but Wakefield ducks and throws a big knee-lift into the gut of Ryan Shane! Swinging neckbreaker there as Shane was doubled over! Wakefield gets to his feet, but the crowd just continues to boo loudly! It’s interesting when they have no one to root for in a contest, isn’t it?” Masters: “Oh, who cares what these people think?” Shane starts to push himself to his feet, getting to a knee before Wakefield comes bounding off the ropes, connecting with a boot right between Ryan’s eyes! Wakefield makes the cover! 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Wakefield getting in the ref’s face after that count, but now turns his attention back to his opponent. He pulls Shane up by the hair and lifts him onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry…FACEBUSTER!! Wakefield makes another cover after that impressive move!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Masters: “Oh, he is very unhappy now!” Daniels: “Wakefield up and into the face of the referee now, and he’s pressing his luck here! He might end up disqualified at this rate!” Wakefield finally cools off and turns around…right into a HUGE discus clothesline from Ryan Shane! Daniels: “VICIOUS lariat by Shane there! Shane now taking Wakefield’s arm, locking in the wrist clutch..and here’s the BOOT PARTY!!” Shane drives stomp after stomp to Wakefield’s skull, his head bouncing off the mat! Finally he uses the wrist clutch to drag a dazed Wakefield from the mat, then locks him into an inverted face-lock! Masters: “See you later…” Daniels: “THE MOMENT OF CLARITY! That could be all! Shane with the cover!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Shane looks almost baffled as Wakefield escapes the pin, then stands back up, looking from Wakefield to his own forearm as he slowly begins pacing backwards. Daniels: “We know what Shane has in mind here! Could be time for Sublimation!” Shane leans back against the ropes, bouncing back against them repeatedly as Wakefield slowly gathers himself and stands up. Shane charges in with a vicious forearm, but Wakefield ducks! As Shane bounds off the ropes on the follow-through, Wakefield snags him and PLANTS him with a spinning belly-to-belly suplex! Daniels: “He calls that the 4.0!! Shane is down! Shane is down!” Wakefield pulls himself up off the mat with the ropes and then looks briefly at his opponent before heading to the apron! Masters: “Well, I don’t know if this is very smart on the part of Jake Wakefield...” Daniels: “Big matches call for big risks! Wakefield from the top rope…ELBOW DROP!! PERFORMED BEAUTIFULLY!!” Shane rolls around in immense pain, clutching his chest after the move, and Wakefield quickly crawls over to him, rolling him onto his back and making the cover! 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Yet another count of two! Both of these guys are proving their resilience here tonight!” Wakefield pulls Shane up, but Shane catches him with an elbow strike! Shane grabs Wakefield and lifts him up for a suplex of some sort, but Wakefield drops out of the move, behind Shane! Wakefield looks for a Russian leg-sweep, but Shane counters with another elbow to the face! Shane winds up and throws a fierce forearm shot, but Wakefield ducks! He scoops Shane’s legs out from under him and stomps him RIGHT in the groin! Daniels: “NUTCRACKER!! That SHOULD be a disqualification, but Wakefield quickly and incredibly insincerely apologizes, calling it an accident!” Masters: “if anyone is in danger of having an accident right now, it’s Ryan Shane! That kick made it so *I* almost have to use the facilities!” Shane attempts to fight to his feet, but Wakefield seizes him with a front face-lock and SNAPS him to the mat with a vicious DDT!! Daniels: “Wakefield telling the crowd that it’s over as he makes the cover!” 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “STILL NO! Wakefield is INCENSED now! He pulls Shane to his feet, locking in a full nelson, looking for that ‘Spectacular Finish’ as he calls it! No! Shane snaps his arms free! Series of kicks by Ryan Shane there and now…he lifts Wakefield up into an rack position! Could be the MURDER SCE-NO! Wakefield able to slip out of it!” Wakefield charges at Shane who leapfrogs him! Shane with a roundhouse kick as Wakefield comes running back again, but Jake ducks the attack, hitting the opposite side, continuing his momentum! Masters: “Wakefield is running like a bullet at this point! Goes for the lariat…Shane ducks! Wakefield AGAIN off the rop-OH GOD!!” As Jake hits the ropes this last time, Shane has sized him up perfectly, spinning with a 360* wind-up and DRIVING a forearm right into the face of Jake Wakefield! Shane and Wakefield both lay on the mat for a moment, the scene looking like a car wreck before Ryan pushes himself up and makes the cover, hooking the leg! 1!! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -3!! *DING-DING-DING!* Towers: “Your winner of this match, RYAN SHANE!!” Daniels: “Quite an impressive showing by Jake Wakefield there, but Ryan Shane is able to pull out the victory heading into Event Horizon!” Masters: “It was impressive! I’ll be more impressed if he doesn’t need his jaw wired shut after that forearm shot!” Shane pushes himself off the mat, turning his head to the Event Horizon banner hanging from the rafters, staring at it with a cold expression as ‘the Immigrant Song’ blares through the arena. *** Backstage, a camera seems to have stumbled upon Matt Covey being led by the hand to a dark, secluded area by Jenny Jacobs. She presses him firmly against the wall and they begin making out vigorously before she suddenly and roughly pushes him back. Jenny: “Mmmmm, I have a surprise for you, baby…” Matt grins broadly as Jenny begins to slide the straps of her tank top over her shoulders. ???: “I have a surprise for you, too, baby!” Jenny jumps, startled by the voice and Covey groans in pain as Eddie Rowan lunges out of the shadows with a metal pipe, clubbing him in the stomach with it! Covey doubles over and Eddie brings the pipe down twice more over his back, flooring him! Eddie: “SURPRISE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” Jenny rushes to Eddie but he SHOVES her back away, sending her sprawling to the floor. Eddie kicks Matt in the gut once more, rolling him onto his back before pressing the pipe across his throat, kneeling on one end and holding the other with both hands, proceeding to choke the life out of him! Seeming to have completely snapped, Eddie begins to rain punches down into Covey’s face, ruthless in his attack! Rowan finds himself hauled off of Covey by CRYPT who slugs him in the face, only to find himself jabbed into the gut by one end of the pipe, staggering him back as well. Eddie raises the pipe over his head, intent on BRAINING CRYPT but finds himself tackled straight into the wall by Mason Kaid!! The blow seems to knock the wind out of Eddie, but he begins to try and fight back, however he quickly finds himself being beaten down to the ground by CRYPT and Kaid! Eventually, Covey stands up and collects the pipe that Eddie dropped, hovering over Rowan as he tries to fight through the pain and push himself from the floor. Covey: “Gotta say…I’m impressed. *spits out a bit of blood, nodding in approval.* I wasn’t sure you had it in ya, Eddie! Unfortunately, you forgot to bring friends…” Covey brings the pipe down over Eddie’s head and Eddie immediately flops down flat and motionless. Covey coughs and spits out a bit more blood with a sinister grin, draping his arm around Jenny as the Uprising leaves Eddie laying. ***
-=COLORFUL CRYPTS!=- *** (Towers): The following contest is scheduled for one fall. -A pop from the crowd- (Daniels): What's your call for this one Willy? (Masters): One, never call me Willy. Two, CRYPT to demolish Pablo, giving Shane an easier ride at Event Horizon. (Towers): Introducing first... From the Ikebukuro District of Tijuana, England... Weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds... The Five Star Superstar.... EL PABLO!!!! -Party Hard by Andrew WK hits, and EP darts through the curtain, throwing his arms into the air, each fist containing several packets of Skittles, which he proceeds to throw out over the fans while walking to the ring.- (Masters): He's still going with this Skittles thing? This must be the most drawn-out joke he's made. (Daniels): It's no joke... He genuinely signed a sponsorship deal.... (Masters): I'm amazed how much one man can sell out... -Pablo leaps up to the apron, grabs the top rope, and slingshots himself over in a front flip. As his feet touch the centre of the ring, rainbow streamers come raining in, thrown by his numerous supporters in the crowd- (Towers): And his opponent... From Parts Unknown.... Weighing two hundred and sixty two pounds... CRYPT... -Party Hard gets replaced by Fear Factory's 2010 version of Martyr, and the cheers turn to a sea of heat. The hate only rises as CRYPT comes into view, his stare focused on Pablo. If looks could kill, then we'd be looking at flaming squirrel right now.- (Masters): There's my man. The hammer that's going to tenderise the meat, ready for his Uprising leader to feast upon. (Daniels): .. Should I be impressed or scared? (Masters): Both. -EP bounces from foot to foot, beckoning CRYPT into the ring. Slowly the bigger man rises up the steps, and the size difference becomes clear. The previously pumped Pablo stops bouncing, and leans into the referee- (Daniels): I think El Pablo has just realised the size of the mountain he has to climb. -With CRYPT now in the ring, the bell sounds- DING DING DING -Straight away the pair charge each other. EP raises his arms, looking for a collar and elbow, but CRYPT shoots a knee to the gut, doubling over the Five-Star Superstar. Immediately he follows with a pair of axe-handles to the back, dropping EP to the canvas. CRYPT stands over EP, then drops to one knee, grabbing one of the streamers and placing it across the throat of Pablo, using it in a choking manner. The official steps in, calling for the hold to be broken as EP fights to pull it away. In the scrambling, the streamer breaks, allowing EP to quickly crawl to the safety of the bottom rope, which he hugs with both arms. Ringside assistants pull the remaining streamers clear, throwing them under the ring as the official checks on EP, who after some persuasion agrees to let go of the rope and stand back up. Pablo walks forward, and CRYPT offers out his chest, insinuating that he's offering a free shot. After looking at the crowd for reassurance, EP springs up for a dropsault, connecting with both feet in the centre of the chest. CRYPT staggers backwards, bouncing off the ropes but remaining on his feet. EP nods, clearly impressed, then charges the ropes behind himself, trying a springboard dropkick, however it still only gets the same response.- (Daniels): Nothing is working. How will he get the big man off his feet? (Masters): With a 60lbs weight difference? By a miracle. -A thoughtful look crosses the face of Pablo. He gestures with his hands, before shaking his head. Another set of gestures and another shake. The third time he nods, charging the ropes again, rebounding, and coming back with a leap into a tornado DDT... The pair spin once... Twice... CRYPT stops dead, holding EP in the air while his legs still run, hoping to keep momentum going. Slowly the realisation kicks in, and the legs come to a stop- (EP – Shouting): Errm.... Sorry? -CRYPT shakes his head, then plants EP on his back with a monster spinebuster.- (Masters): Serves him right. (Daniels): And we have the first cover... It could all be over... ONE... TWO... EP FLAILS, BREAKING THE COUNT! -CRYPT grabs Pablo around the throat, hoisting him in a deadlift straight into the air, and then back to the mat with a chokeslam- (Daniels): Wow... (Masters): Deadlift chokeslam... Not bad... -There's no let up, as CRYPT again lifts, dropping a second deadlift chokeslam- (Daniels): Now that's too far... -A third lift... This time the impact being turned into a double-knee backbreaker.- (Masters): This. Is. Over. -CRYPT chooses not to cover. Instead, he grabs EP by the arm, hoisting him off his feet and whipping to the ropes. Pablo ducks the first clothesline.. And the follow up backelbow attempt... Springing off the ropes, grabbing the head and arms... And planting a tornado Double-Arm Spike DDT)- (Daniels): MODIFIED IDENTITY CRISIS! Probably more instinct than awareness, but that might just be the opening EP needs. (Masters): It's a bit hard to capitalise when your laid unconscious under the ropes though. He needs to... What's she doing out here??? (Daniels): I've no idea... Crystal has just come charging out the back and... And... She's pouring... Is that... It is!!! CRYSTAL IS POURING SKITTLES INTO THE MOUTH OF HER PARTNER!!!! -A crazy-wild pop goes out, which becomes ear-shattering when EP kips up, looking fired up and rejuvenated.- (Masters): Is that legal? (Daniels): I've no idea... And CRYPT is in for a shock now... -Pablo charges the ropes, coming back with a waistlock that he cartwheels through, backbreakering the much larger CRYPT- (Daniels): WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (Masters): I don't even... How?? -EP follows by charging the ropes again, forward-rolling to his feet, and dropping the senton of a rolling thunder... Taking the momentum up to his feet... Before immediately changing direction with a standing moonsault- (Daniels): This is crazy... El Pablo is on some kind of sugar rush!!! (Masters): He's lucky our drugs testing policy is fairly relaxed. -CRYPT staggers to his feet, stumbling into the corner. Pablo steps through the ropes, and pounds the adjacent top turnbuckle with a fist, really getting the crowd in a frenzy. He climbs, steadying himself before charging tightrope-style along the rope into a dropkick- (Daniels): FIVE STAR EXPRESS!! -EP is slower to his feet after that, looing uneasy. One hand on his head, the other his stomach. Both hands reach out towards the official, who can do nothing but watch as EP leaps into the air, landing flat on his back- (Daniels): What happened? (Masters): After the sugar rush, comes the crash. He's killed himself. -The official takes one look at the downed CRYPT, then leans to check EP. He waves a hand in front of the face, but there's no life at all, leading to a turn and shrug at the audience- (Daniels): El Pablo... May well be asleep in the middle of that ring... (Masters): YES! CRYPT needs to regain his senses and pin -With both men down, a count starts ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Some life from CRYPT as he rolls over, grabbing the bottom rope FIVE... CRYPT uses that rope an the second to find his footing... SIX... CRYPT grabs the top rope, and some more balance.. SEVEN... He looks back, noticing the still-down Pablo and looking confused EIGHT... Stepping forward, CRYPT repeats the hand-before-face wave.. NINE... Breaking the ref's count, CRYPT hauls EP to his feet and locks in a front facelock- (CRYPT – Shouted): DELIRIUM TRIGGER!! (Masters): He's going to end it. (Daniels): Telegraphing that signature drop-brainbuster. -CRYPT tries to lift the limp body that is El Pablo... But fails... He re-adjusts positioning, and tries again, but some life seems to trigger in EP, as he flounders to stay grounded. Pulling from the facelock he looks to the fans- (Pablo – Shouted): SMALL PACKAGE!!! -And right as called, he pulls CRYPT into a small package hold- ONE... TWO... TH-CRYPT PUSHES EP OFF HIMSELF!! (Daniels): Never have I seen a surprise pin called like that. (Masters): Because by calling it you ruin the surprise. The opponent prepares to kick out. It's logic. -EP backward rolls to his feet. He pulls something from his trousers, throwing it over the canvas- (Masters): BAH GAWD!!! (Daniels): The Five-Star Superstar just covered the ring canvas... IN SKITTLES!!! -EP charges in, hitting a frankensteiner facebuster to CRYPT right on the sugary candy- (Daniels): TASTE THE RAINBOW! (Masters): … FOREIGN OBJECT! COME ON REF! You'd not allow tacks!! -EP, barely alert, covers- ONE... TWO... THREE!!! DING DING DING (Towers): Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... EL PABLO!!! -Crystal joins EP in the ring, helping him to his feet.- (Masters): Shenanigans! (Daniels): El Pablo forces CRYPT to quite literally Taste The Rainbow. That'll give him great momentum going into Event Horizon. *** Ryan Lewis stands in front of a CZW backdrop, microphone in hand. He smiles to the camera. Lewis: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m Ryan Lewis, and what a night we’ve had so far on the eve of the biggest show since our return, Event Horizon! The landscape of the CZW is always changing, and tonight has been no exception! There are still so many great matches to go tonight!” Lewis looks down to a piece of paper in his hand. Lewis: “I’ve also just been handed a message from Mr. Derek Damage himself. He says……..” Ryan stops speaking, and slowly looks up as the camera zooms out. We can now see that he is surrounded, Brian Blaze, Christien Belanger, and Mason Kaid all closing in on him. Mason takes a drag off of his cigarette and blows the smoke into Lewis’ face. Lewis starts shaking, putting his hands up. Lewis: “Now guys….I haven’t done anything to any of you. Just let me walk away, and -” Lewis is dropped by right to the jaw from Kaid, and The Uprising attacks him like a pack of wolves! Kaid drops knees into his head and Blaze and Belanger slam kicks into his ribs! Kaid drags Lewis up as Blaze backs up. Blaze charges and jumps, planting his foot into Lewis’ face with a Tony Danza! Before Lewis can fall, Kaid lifts him back up and hooks him, planting him with a Puppet State! The three run off without saying another word, the cameraman running over to Lewis to assist him. The camera cuts quickly away to ringside. ***
-=MAIN EVENT!=- *** Jessica Towers: The following bout is the main event for the evening and it is a non-title match. Introducing first, representing the Uprising, standing in at 6 feet 1 inch, and weighing in at 225 pounds… “BAD ASS” MATTTTT CCCCOOOVVVEEEYYYYY!! “Man of Constant Sorrow” blares throughout the sound system and the fans stand to their feet, booing louder than ever, and throwing trash over the barricades as Matt Covey slowly steps out from the back. He pauses at the top of the ramp and just stares from side to side as he shakes his head in disgust as he slowly resumes down the ramp. He rubs his hand over his knuckles as he keeps the ring in sight. He makes his way to the ring and steps onto the apron before stepping through the top and second ropes. He enters the ring as he smirks at the booing fans. He looks up at the ramp and starts taunting his opponent. Jessica Towers: And introducing his opponent, the self-proclaimed King of CZW, being accompanied by Kandi Washington, standing in at 6 feet, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing in from Brooklyn, New York, he is the CZW World Heavyweight Champion…. “THE F’N BOSS” TTTTJJJJJ HHHHIIIXXXX!! “Tear Away” hits the sound system as the fans continue to boo from Matt’s entrance as TJ Hix comes strutting out from the back with his title draped over his shoulder and Kandi Washington at his side. The duo starts down the ramp as they glare at the booing crowd and staring down at the ring where Matt Covey is looking right through them. They make their way to the bottom of the ramp and TJ Hix hands his title over to Kandi before climbing up the steel stairs. As he steps on the apron, Matt Covey charges at him and he steps back forcing the referee to make him get back. TJ Hix finally gets in the ring and starts pacing on his side of the ring. Jarred Daniels: This one is going to be personal as fuck! William Masters: The big dogs are coming out for this one. (ding, ding, ding)Jarred Daniels: The referee calls for the bell and they start it off. William Masters: What better way than a test of strength challenge! Hix locks hands with Covey as the two test each other strength, but Covey gets the slight edge as he forces Hix to his knees. He’s grunting evilly while Hix is trying to break the hold. Covey is the one who breaks the hold, but not before he tosses him to the side with a kneeling fireman carry. William Masters: There’s so much built up hatred between these former friends turned rivals. I wouldn’t be surprised if both of these men are carried out on stretchers. Jarred Daniels: No kidding Will; this is definitely what the CZW is fucking made of! Covey kneels down and locks his biceps around Hix’s neck with a tightly applied sleeper hold. He tightens the hold as he goes down to the canvas while Hix is left on the defensive trying to break the hold. Jarred Daniels: Covey is showing his strength tonight. William Masters: He wants to make the champion look bad going into his title defense at Event Horizon. Covey with a cocky grin starts up to his feet, still having the sleeper hold applied. He lifts Hix up from the canvas and Hix starts to battle out with elbow blows to the abdominal. Covey breaks the hold and appears to be temporarily breathless as Hix runs to the ropes. He bounces off them and Hix is caught with a powerslam. William Masters: Covey and Hix use to train together back in the day and they have studied each other every move. Jarred Daniels: Yeah, but I haven’t seen Hix with any offense, just pure defense. Covey has Hix up off the mat and he sends him to the corner as he walks up to Hix, but TJ with a thumb to the eyes, followed by several front kicks to the sternum. He grabs Covey’s head and plants him face first on the mat with a flowing DDT. Jarred Daniels: A nicely applied DDT by TJ! William Masters: TJ has a lot to prove going into his title defense. His best bet would be to put Covey away as quickly as possible. TJ has Covey up, but Covey with a modified spear to the corner, and Covey then repeatedly nails him in the midsection with shoulder thrusts. After the fourth one, Covey steps back as TJ Hix falls to the mat. Covey walks back up to a seated champion and starts connecting with a series of punches to the top of Hix’s head. William Masters: The fucking brutality Daniels! Jarred Daniels: Covey knows exactly what he has to do, if he wants to upset the champion. Covey steps back as he yells for TJ to get up to his feet. Covey dashes toward him, but Hix takes him down with a drop toe drop on the second turnbuckle. Hix stumbles up to his feet and grabs Covey from behind as he takes Covey down with a full nelson slam. He goes for a quick cover, but Covey kicks out after a two count. Kandi is yelling “slow count” at ringside. William Masters: Somebody shut her up please; her voice is like nails on a bloody chalkboard!Hix is lifting Covey up by his hair, but Covey delivers a low blow between Hix’s legs. Hix falls to his knees, but Covey tucks Hix’s head in between his legs, and lifts him up onto his shoulders: powerbomb! After being drilled onto the canvas, Covey covers and Hix kicks out after two counts as Kandi is beside herself. She starts pounding on the canvas and Covey places his hand around Hix’s throat and starts illegally choking him. Jarred Daniels: Oh this is absolutely disgusting! William Masters: Covey is resulting to any cheap tactic to win because after all, it’s all about winning! Covey lifts up from choking Hix as TJ rolls over on his chest and holds his neck. Covey looks back at Kandi and smirks and she just stares at him. Covey then leads down and lifts Hix up off the mat and with a handful of TJ’s hair, he whips him into the ropes. TJ bounces off the ropes with a kick to the chest as Covey flips up holding his chest. TJ charges at him with a clothesline and Covey ducks. TJ runs off the opposite ropes and Covey surprises him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker over the knee. William Masters: Genius counters! Jarred Daniels: I hope our champion has more up his sleeve than that! Covey grabs him by the hair and pushes him backwards into the corner. He leans down and lifts TJ up on the top turnbuckle in the seated position, then he climbs to the second rope. He starts to climb to the top with TJ in his possession as he grips the tights. Covey flips TJ over with a giant superplex as the fans just erupt! Jarred Daniels: Did you see the freaking height on that superplex? That was an OH MY GOD moment! William Masters: And now he’s going for another cover! ONE… Kandi is on the apron and now distracting the referee. She’s threatening to enter the ring as he’s trying to push her out. William Masters: What the hell is that jezebel doing on the apron? Jarred Daniels: I don’t know, but she’s pissing Covey off! Covey pushes off Hix and start toward Kandi, but before she could quickly get off the apron—she latches onto her hair and pulls her inside the ring. He lifts her up onto his shoulders, but from behind is TJ Hix with a low blow. Kandi just drops and she rolls out of the ring. Jarred Daniels: What a dirty tactic and just a cheap way for TJ Hix to get the upper hand! William Masters: You weren’t saying the same thing when Covey low blowed Hix! TJ Hix holds him up and connects with a reverse lifting STO as he plants Covey in the middle of the ring! William Masters: No, that’s the downward spiral! Jarred Daniels: It’s over! ONE… TWO… THRRRRRRRR…. KICKOUT!! William Masters: Can you believe he just kicked out of TJ Hix’s finisher? How the hell did he do that!? Jarred Daniels: I’m sure this isn’t the first time Covey’s been hit with that move. TJ Hix and Kandi are yelling at the referee as TJ Hix is backing the referee up in the corner. He turns around and as he turns around, Matt Covey nearly knocks Hix’s head off with a rising clothesline to the mat. He falls to his knee and shakes his head as he tries to regain his composer. Hix stumbles to his feet and he runs at Covey, but Covey takes him down with a back body drop. Jarred Daniels: It seems like Covey is always one step ahead of the champion this week. William Masters: Why couldn’t it be just that TJ Hix is not as good as Matt Covey, hm? As Hix rolls up to his feet, Covey charges him with a huge shoulder block that pushes Hix to the ropes. Hix fights back with a right hand, but Covey with one of his one, before opening up with multiple punches to the midsection. As Hix looks winded, Covey grabs his right hand and whips him across the ring, but Hix uses the ropes to stop himself. Covey runs at him and Hix slides down with the ropes in hand. William Masters: Covey just took a huge crash to the outside! Jarred Daniels: Now let’s see if Hix can capitalize on it! Hix turns around as he staggers on wobbling feet. Hix leans over the top rope and grabs Covey as he’s standing to his feet. He pulls Covey, but a very skilled Covey reaches up above him and pulls down on Hix’s neck taking him down with a guillotine. Covey reenters the ring as he kneels up off the canvas and glares at the booing crowd. He nods. Jarred Daniels: TJ Hix is definitely not looking like a champion right now William. William Masters: Right now? He hasn’t looked like a champion all match. Covey slips over the chest of Hix and places both hands around his throat. Covey begins aggressively squeezing the throat of TJ as he sticks out his tongue and grins while Hix tries to break the grip he has around his neck. Covey lifts Hix’s head up off the canvas by the throat and slams the back of his head down hard before standing up over his body. William Masters: SHIT! Did you hear the impact his head had with the canvas? Jarred Daniels: I heard it from way over here! Covey has backed up near the ropes and he’s measuring Hix as Hix looks to be crawling toward the ropes. Covey charges at Hix as he attempts a punt kick to the head, but Hix rolls out of the ring. Covey follows him out of the ring as Hix starts to run around the corner. Jarred Daniels: This thing has just spilled outside the ring; this is violence at its finest now! William Masters: Look at our “champion” hide behind his tramp! TJ is hiding and holding Kandi in front of him as Covey walks around the ring. Hix throws her at Covey and Covey grabs her and tosses her into the barricade as Hix runs at him with multiple punches to the back of the head. Covey leans down as Hix starts to connect with repeated forearm shots to the upper back. He grabs the Covey by the hair and attempts to slam his face down against the steel stairs. William Masters: But no, Covey has reversed it! Hix just had a face full of steel! Jarred Daniels: And he’s just not stopping now! TJ Hix has just been busted open! William Masters: And look at Kandi, I think she may have sprained her ankle. TJ Hix stumbles back, but Covey grabs him before he falls backwards. Covey spins around and whips Hix into the opposite side of the ring as Hix’s face collides with the ring post. Hix falls to one knee and Covey runs at him with a front knee to the nose, busting his nose wide open as Hix just flops to the floor. Jarred Daniels: This match is as personal as a match can get! Covey leans down and slides a helpless champion back into the ring before reentering it himself. He hooks the leg… ONE… TWOOOO…. THRRRRRR….. KICKOUT! William Masters: How the hell did TJ Hix just kick out of it!? Covey grabs the collar of the referee and he starts screaming in his face before shoving him down to the canvas. Covey refocuses on a fallen Hix and starts aggressively stomping down on his body as Hix can only cover up. Hix is grabbed up by his hair and Covey has a second hand with his tights and runs to the corner, sending TJ Hix shoulder first into the ring post! Jarred Daniels: He may have just dislocated shoulder after connecting with the ring post at that speed! William Masters: He’s trying to prevent TJ Hix from being physically able to defend his title at Event Horizon! As Hix sits against the ropes, holding his shoulder and staring up at his friend, Hix his pleading him Covey no more. Covey reaches down and ignores the pleading, but Hix surprises him with a quick small package. ONE… TWO…. KICKOUT! William Masters: That small package came out of nowhere! Jarred Daniels: Yeah and all Covey’s work was almost useless. Covey is first to his feet and as he pulls Hix up to his, Hix starts connecting with shots to his kidneys. Covey breaks the hold and Hix connects with a kick to the gut; DDT! He sits beside Covey and continues aiding his shoulder as he tries to stand up without the ropes. Jarred Daniels: I think the damage has already been done. Hix is extremely weakened. William Masters: I can sense a dethroning to soon come. Haha! Covey holds the back of his head as he gets to his feet while Hix finally uses the ropes to get up to his. He’s still holding his shoulder while kicking Covey repeatedly, but Covey catches Hix’s right leg in the air and grabs him with a vertical suplex. Covey looks to go for a cover… ONE… Covey lifts Hix up off the canvas and breaks the count himself. Jarred Daniels: Now the S.O.B. is just toying with the champion! William Masters: This is brilliant! He lifts him up off the mat and stands up with TJ’s hair in hand. He lifts him up off his feet and connects with a vertebreaker. When Hix rolls over to his chest, Covey positions himself on his back and locks in a camel clutch. As Hix is helplessly reaching for the ropes, the referee is asking the champion if he wants to tap. William Masters: He might as well give up now or else the punishment is just going to worsen. Jarred Daniels: Oh like the Uprising would just leave TJ Hix alone…. Right! As Covey keeps the hold locked in, Covey starts connecting with forearm shots to the front of his face as Hix has been covered in blood. Covey breaks the clutch and grabs the back of his hair and lifts him up to his feet. He has his head set in between his legs and he goes to lift him up for a piledriver, but Hix reverses it with a back body drop. Jarred Daniels: TJ is showing he still has some fight in him! William Masters: But like I have been saying, he’s stupid for not just staying DOWN! Covey staggers up to his feet and Hix takes him down with a running clothesline. Covey bounces back up to his feet, Hix connects with a dropkick to his chest. Hix pushes him down on the mat and covers… ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! William Masters: What the hell was he thinking? There’s no way that was going to be enough to keep Covey down! Jarred Daniels: TJ Hix is desperate he’ll try anything! As Covey gets up to his feet and he stalks Hix getting up to his, when Hix turns around—Corvey charges at him and spears him in the middle of the ring. Jarred Daniels: OH MY GOD, TJ Hix has just been broken in half! Covey picks TJ Hix up off the canvas and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He changes it up and lifts TJ Hix up in the air. William Masters: THE BLOWING OUT YOUR BRAINS! THIS ONE IS OVER! Kandi continues yelling at ringside while gripping Hix’s title in her grasp as Matt Covey turns to the entrance ramp as TJ Hix is just laid out in the middle of the ring. Covey drops down covers Hix, watching Kandi the entire time! ONE!….. TWO!...... THREE! Jessica Towers: “Here is your winner, “Bad Ass” MAAAAAAATTT COOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEY!!!!” Masters: “Bloody hell! Covey’s just defeated the World Champion! What a huge victory it must-” Daniels: “Wait, no, no, William, look on the ramp!” Kandi Washington doesn’t see it coming. Ryan Shane, Brian Blaze and Christien Belanger slowly walk down the ramp behind her. Shane grabs Kandi by the hair, dragging her down to the ring again as she begins to scream! Daniels: “Oh no, oh no, Ryan has Kandi. Good lord somebody has to come out here before he-” Static cuts through the mic as Jarred Daniels’ head is banked off of the desk in front of him by CRYPT! CRYPT tosses Daniels to the floor, then turns to face Masters who up and hauls it out of the arena! CRYPT moves down and to the ringside, and from the other side we see Mason Kaid! The Uprising surrounds the ring just as Ryan rolls Kandi into the ring. Covey lifts the still unconscious Hix onto his shoulder before tossing him onto the entrance ramp! The entire group turns, looking to Shane. Shane makes eye contact with them individually, then nods and yells “TEAR THE BITCH DOWN!” The Uprising go wild, Covey tearing apart the steel barricades at ringside as Kaid and CRYPT begin ripping down the ring apron, revealing the bare bones of the ring! Ryan slides into the ring just as Kandi makes eye contact with her, the color leaving her face! Belanger and Blaze begin whipping every weapon under the ring out, ladders and trashcans flying left and right! They find two steel chairs and toss them over the ropes and into the ring! Ryan lifts one up, unfolding it and placing it near a corner! He turns back to face Kandi, who turns and tries to run but comes face to face with CRYPT! She back up directly into the grasp of Ryan, who applies a sleeper hold! Kandi fights but isn’t strong enough, but the attack is enough of send a wave of CZW security ringside! The team hits a wall of The Uprising, Blaze flooring one with a Kendo Stick and Matt Covey laying one out with a stiff right hand! Ryan barks orders from the ring, telling his troops to keep them back! Kandi slowly slips out, to which Ryan drags her over to the chair, placing her head through the back of the chair! He grabs the other one and begins to climb the ropes! T.J. Hix begins to stir, seeing his girlfriend in danger. He leaps into the fray, throwing punches of his own against The Uprising, but the clash between the sides isn’t budging! Hix and Covey smash each other with punch after punch, drawing a near riot from the fans! Ryan brings the chair in his hands up over his hands, stopping as he sees more security coming down the ramp! He yells for the Uprising to fight harder, then brings the chair up again! Damage: “NO! Ryan, No! God damn it stop right there!” Derek Damage frantically appears on the entrance ramp, waving a hand over his head. Damage: “She’s a damn woman, Ryan! Do you have any shame at all?!?” Ryan shakes his head and yells no, then brings the chair up again! Damage: “Nonononononono! Ryan, please! You don’t need to do this!” Ryan stops, narrowing his eyes at Damage. He chuckles, seeing the moment of weakness in Damage. Damage tries to calm him down with a hand motion. Damage: “Ryan…..you have the title shot, you have what you want. Please, please…..I’m begging you, don’t do this. If not for me, for her. She’s defenseless right now, Ryan. You’re better than that.” Ryan slowly brings the chair down, his face reflecting deep thought over Damage’s words. He sits on the turnbuckle, taking time to look at the destruction he was causing. He turns and looks up to Derek, a sad look on his face…………..before his eyes go wild and he flips Damage off! Ryan stands and brings up the chair, jumping off……..and being tackled down in the air by another team of CZW security! A few security members pull Kandi out of the ring, moving her through the crowd and to safety! Ryan fights against the team but they overwhelm him, slamming him onto the ground! The camera zooms in on his face, revealing a wild smirk directed at Derek Damage! Overdrive comes to a close as a smiling Shane is placed in handcuffs, and CZW security goes blow for blow with The Uprising!
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