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"WELCOME TO... THE EL.. PABLO.. EXPERIENCE!!!"

The fans inside the Asylum Arena blow the roof off the building as "Party Hard" bursts out of the speakers, every man, woman and child leaping to their feet and looking towards the curtain in anticipation of the arrival of the couple to whom Andrew WK's classic anthem belongs. After several tantalizing seconds, the curtain gives way, and El Pablo and Cristal step out onto the steps, their respective wrestling outfits accessorised with matching rainbow-coloured shutter shades. In EP's left hand is a confetti cannon, and as he drops to a knee at the foot of the steps, he positions it in front of him and sets it off, firing a stream of multi-coloured confetti right across the room much to the entertainment of the fans.

TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome "The Most Colourful Couple in Professional Wrestling"... "The Rainbow Mistress" Cristal.. and "The Technicolor Tecnico"... ELLLLLLLLLL PABLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

EP and Cristal snap out of their respective poses and charge towards the ring, sliding under the ropes and leaping onto a turnbuckle each, thrusting their fists into the air and soaking up the adulation that continues to rain down upon them from the stands.

DANIELS: "NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, FOLKS.. THERE IS NO-ONE IN THE CZW WHO ENTERTAINS AN AUDIENCE QUITE LIKE THESE TWO!!!"

MASTERS: "Makes me sick, Jarred.. we're trying to run a serious wrestling promotion here, and yet you have these two who are more concerned with pandering to the lowlifes and miscreants in the crowd... I mean, did you see that rubbish they infected CZW.com with this week!? Gorgon Style or whatever the bloody hell it was..."

DANIELS: "I believe that's Gangnam Style, William."

MASTERS: "It's hogwash is what it is, Jarred! All this Gangbanging and Crunking.. it's no wonder the world's all going to hell!"

El Cristo hop down off the turnbuckles, and EP collects the microphone from Jessica Towers, who exits the ring with a smile as the music fades out. EP and Cristal take up position in the centre of the ring, as a deafening "PABLO" chant begins to reverberate around the room, the two luchadors gazing out at the frenzied masses surrounding them with big beaming grins on their faces.

DANIELS: "Just listen to these fans, William!"

MASTERS: "Proof, if ever it were needed, that the general public is full of idiots who haven't the faintest idea about things like good taste!"

Finally, the crowd quietens down, and EP slowly raises the microphone to his lips.

EL PABLO: "PHILADELPHIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!"

This, unsurprisingly, brings the noise levels right back up again, the building almost shaking under the weight of the fans' reaction.

MASTERS: "'Oh my god, he said the place where we live! Ahhhhhh!'"

EL PABLO: "...WELCOME TO.. THE EL... PABLO... EXPERIENCE!!!!!"

EP extends his arms out to the sides as the pop amplifies once again, forcing the Five Star Superstar to wait several more seconds before he can continue his address.

EL PABLO: "..It's been a long old fucking time, huh?

"November 28th 2008... Three years, nine months and 21 days ago... that was the last time the Five Star Superstar set foot in a wrestling ring within the boundaries of this great city."

DANIELS: "Indeed it was, as part of CZW's Collateral Damage Pay-Per-View!"

EL PABLO: "And hoooooly SHIT.. how times have changed!

"When last I was here with all of you, Eddie Rowan was the X-Division Champion.. Matt Covey was Tag Champion ON HIS OWN.. SJ Funk still had a job... and, perhaps most unusually of all... yours truly.. the Five Star Superstar... was the World.. Heavyweight.. Champion."

EP smiles as the fans pop for the memories.

DANIELS: "Defended it successfuly that night in a triple-threat match against Ronnie McNeil and a man whose shocking return to this company was announced two weeks ago, Maynard O'Toole!"

EL PABLO: "Three years.. nine months.. 21 days... that's how long it's been since the Greatest Prize in the Game was wrapped around the waist of the man you see standing in front of you right now. Back before the fur and feathers.. back before the colours and the covering of my face... back before the wrestling world had ever even HEARD the name of.. Ryan Shane."

A jeer rings out at the mention of the mastermind behind the Uprising.

EL PABLO: "Several lifetimes ago.. and in the days, weeks, months and years that have followed, both myself and the CZW as a whole have gone from awesome highs to awful lows.. a complete circle of fatefulness and frustration that has now, ultimately, brought us right back round to this moment right here; where I stand once again inside a wrestling ring in Philadelphia - not as the World Heavyweight Champion this time... but as a man who is only ONE WIN away from claiming that title back again."

Another wave of applause swells around the room, the fans clearly behind the idea of this scenario becoming a reality.

EL PABLO: "Two weeks ago, Derek Damage announced me as the Number One Contender to TJ Hix's World Heavyweight Championship; a Championship that was dropped into his sick, sinister, self-serving fingers by the bitter hands of a defeated Johnny Kerosene back at Kingdom Come. Now.. if I may stick a toe out of the brickwork for a second.. I am well aware that there are some within that locker-room right now who have perhaps not welcomed this decision with the most open of arms. But, to those people I say this; the reason that El Pablo will be competing for the World Heavyweight Championship at Horrorcore is not because I've earned it - and, just sayin', I defeated one of the last Contenders one-on-one, and was a part of the last Championship match before the company closed its doors.

"No, the reason that El Pablo will be competing for the World Heavyweight Championship at Horrorcore... is because CZW needs a hero.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this company is currently in the middle of a war, a war that - if it does win - could very well spell the end for everything about this company that you and I hold dear.. and I'm not talking about the kind of "end" where someone else plays the evil puppetmaster on TV for a few months, or we get absorbed into another company for a couple years... I'm talking Judgement Day.. 2012.. The Book of Revelations and the Four Horsemen.. with X's carved into their hooves and railroad spikes where their teeth should be. I'm talking THE.. FUCKING.. END.

"So, that's why I'm in this spot... because CZW needs a hero.. a leader.. a common good behind which to rally, and through which to find the direction and motivation to rise up and keep hold of everything that all of us, including and ESPECIALLY all of you out in the stands and in your living rooms right now, have worked so hard to build.. have fought so hard to keep alive.

"Lord knows, that person ain't TJ Hix.

"So ladies and gentlemen.. boys and girls.. Jarred.. William.. Jessica.. and every single person sat listening in the back right now, let it be known.. right here, right now.. that on October 15th 2012.. after four LONG years.. the CZW World Heavyweight Championship will once again be wrapped around the waist of the Five Star Superstar...

"On October 15th 2012... the war for CZW TRULY begins."

EP drops the microphone to the mat, and the fans explode once again as "Party Hard" returns to the soundsystem. EP turns and embraces Cristal in the centre of the ring, the two sharing a kiss before both step through the ropes and make their way back towards the steps.

DANIELS: "Strong words.. very strong words from the Five Star Superstar; as intense as I can remember seeing him for a long, long time! What a contest it's gonna be at Horrorcore.. El Pablo versus TJ Hix, with the World Heavyweight Championship, and perhaps the very hope for CZW's survival on the line! A match and a Pay-Per-View NOT to be missed.. Five Star Guaranteed!"

The camera closes in on EP and Cristal as they strike one last pose at the top of the steps before stepping through to the back, at which point the screen cuts to a promotional video.

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-=TOLWAR STRENGTHENING SERIES!=-
"Top Gun" Chris Tolwar vs Cole Williams

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Mike King is shown on the crow's nest at the commentary table with William Masters and Jared Daniels.

Daniels: M2D Windows leader Mike King is here with us.

Masters: Yes but the question is will he be impartial for our first match.

King: William, I am offed by that comment. While Chris Tolwar is my protege, I know he is garbage. I know he is not an elite wrestler and that is why I have not asked him to join Windows.

Daniels: Indeed. What do you think about Cole Williams?

King: Cole is a professional and I think just like Tolwar, he Cole has an a great mentor in Buck Evans however like Tolwar, Cole wants to do his own thing. That is why they had the bar fight that started this damn thing.

Masters: Yes but what about the talks of bringing Ace King into Windows. We were all shocked to hear from him and especially what you had to say about him.

King: Yeah, being that I put him out of action. However I must say, I am willing to put my issues aside to make Windows better but I have not heard from him.

Daniels: I can't say I am surprised. He has been partnered with your countryman Masters.

Masters: Yeah El Pablo as the 5 Star Gamblers tag team.

King: I know and I am fine with that. I am just saying he doesn't like what Ryan Shane wants and he doesn't want to be associated with Alan Fiscus and I don't blame him.

Daniels: But are you willing to coexist?

King: People do the strangest things when they have similar goals.

Masters: Let's goto Jessica Towers for this contest.

Jessica Towers is shown in the ring.

Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your opening contest for tonight's Overdrive. Introducing first, already in the ring, Cole Williams.

Cole gets some cheers as "Danger Zone" plays.

Towers: His opponent, "Top Gun" Chris Tolwar.

Tolwar enters the arena with a cheese-stake in hand.

Daniels: Is that a Pat or Gino cheese-stake?

King: If I know Tolwar, he is a Pat's guy. Me I am Tony Luke's guy.

Masters: You two are disgusting.

Tolwar gets cheers as he finishes his cheese-stake. He takes off his jacket and charges to the ring. Towers escapes as Tolwar enters the ring. Tolwar barely enters the ring before Cole starts wailing on him. Tolwar starts exchanging blows with Cole.

Daniels: Someone start this match.

The referee calls for the bell. Tolwar and Cole continue to exchange blows. Cole gets the better of the blows and whips Tolwar into the ropes but Tolwar reverses and whips Cole into the ropes. Cole rebounds and goes for a clothesline but Tolwar ducks. Cole rebounds off the ropes and gets dropped with a sidewalk slam. Tolwar taunts the crowd who gets some cheers.

King: Bravo Dino! Tolwar's side suplex finds the mark.

Masters: That didn't look like a suplex.

Daniels: Yeah that looked like a sidewalk slam.

King: I call it like I see it. A late Gorilla would have said it was a side suplex and not a sidewalk slam.

Tolwar gets up and drops a recovering Cole with an axe bomber.

King: Nice Axe Bomber!

Daniels: I must say that was a good one.

Tolwar rebounds and drops Cole with running lariat backbreaker.

Masters: Breakfast Club Breaker!

King: VINTAGE Chris Tolwar.

Daniels: Vintage, he last wrestled here two years ago.

Masters: Nobody's perfect.

King: Thank you Jesse Monatana.

Masters: You mean Jesse.

King: Whatever, I live in the danger zone.

Cole is getting up and is picked up in a backbody drop position but Tolwas grabs Cole's legs and jumps down into a seated position driving Cole's head into the mat hard.

Daniels: Beach Break.

Masters: That hurts.

King: He calls that Jackin' It In San Diego.

Tolwar goes for the pin.

Daniels: Isn't he from Miramar?

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King: He is originally from San Diego.

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Masters: What is he an Invisible Children director?

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Daniels: No he is a winner here tonight.

Tolwar gets up and raises his arm in victory.

Towers: Your winner, Chris Tolwar!!

Masters: What do you have to say about this one?

King: MINUS FIVE STARS!

Daniels: Wow, vote of confidence for your protege.

King: He sucks, he is garbage. He is the most garbage wrestler in the world.<> Tolwar exits the ring and walks out of the arena.

Masters: Haven't you watched his Strengthening Series matches? He has lost all but just now.

The referee looks at Cole Willaims who is holding his neck.

Daniels: In all seriousness, it looks like Cole Williams is hurt.

King: Yeah I feel bad for him but he should have known what he was doing last week when he stunned Tolwar. He unleashed a side of Tolwar I have never seen.

Masters: We may have seen the last of Cole Williams and the beginning of a lot more of Chris Tolwar. The beginning of a Chris Tolwar that nobody wants to face.

Paramedics enter the arena and tend to Cole and the cameras switch to the crow's nest.

King: As much as I want to stay here, I have a six man war to get ready for.

Daniels: That is right, M2D Windows vs. Ryan Shane, Matt Covey and Johnny Kerosene of The Uprising.

Masters: That is worth the price of admission, let alone the X-title main event between Mike Monroe and defending champion Krimzon Blaze.

Daniels offers his hand to King.

Daniels: Well Mike, thank you for being here tonight.

King accepts the handshake from Daniels.

Masters: It actually has been fun. Not as fun as having El Pablo like last time...

King looks at Masters.

King: You are only saying that because he got smashed with a title belt and you thought it was funny.

Daniels: I thought that was an uncalled for Pearl Harbor by our champion on a defenseless challenger.

King: I agree and on that note I am headed out.

King takes off his headset and leaves the crow's nest.

Masters: El Pablo wasn't defenseless. He is the challenger for the CZW World Title, he should expect that.

Daniels: That he is but that not excuse the actions of TJ Hix. The champion crossed the line.

***

The scene fades to the backstage area after the match at ringside. As we come into visual in the backstage area, The First Lady of Wrestling: Kandi Washington is seen in a sultry black cocktail dress and hair pulled back in a tightly-pulled ponytail. She is looking down at her nails as she's filing them and as she looks to turn up the hallway, she runs into Cristal who is coming downward. Kandi steps back and looks up in total disgust.

Kandi Washington: Excuse YOU!

She points at her and shakes her head in disgust.) Kandi Washington: Do you ever watch where YOU'RE going!? Do you have ANY idea who I am? I am wrestling's royalty; the first lady of wrestling!

Cristal looks up and down at the body of the enraged young woman in front of her, then cocks an eyebrow, unscrews the cap from the bottle of water held in her hand and takes a swig. She then leans her head towards El Pablo, who has stepped up alongside her, and whispers to him in such a way that her words are clearly and deliberately audible to Kandi.

Cristal: …Who is this crazy person?

Kandi looks absolutely outraged as she folds her arms across her chest.

Kandi Washington: Are YOU fucking serious right now?! Who am I? I am only the NEXT Queen of Combat Champion and your division's representative!

She pauses and smirks.

Kandi Washington: I guess because you feel you were good enough to beat Allyson Thorn, it gives you the authority to walk around here acting as if your shit doesn't stink. Well, I have news for you, BITCH; nobody is going to walk around on my territory! I am the dominant female of CZW, period!

She starts tapping her black Gucci heeled shoe on the pavement.

Kandi Washington: Got that!?

A wry smirk spreads across Cristal's face, as EP places his hands on his hips behind her, mouth open in shock.

El Pablo:Oh NO she di-

Cristal: It’s okay, baby; I got this...

Cristal waves off EP, who shrugs and pulls a phone out of his pocket, leaning against the wall and busying himself with some kind of gaming application. Cristal takes a step towards Kandi, ruffling her hair as she sizes up the CZW's new signee once more, a wry smirk spreading across her face.

Cristal: Look ... Kandi, right? I think it's great that you're already feeling nice and comfortable in your new surroundings, and on behalf of all us ladies currently under the employ of the CZW, allow me to be the first to thank you for swooping down and lifting our little division out of the depths of obscurity and into the brilliant white light of superstardom. The only thing is...

Cristal gets right in the face of Kandi, the two women standing nose to mask-covered nose as Cristal folds her arms in front of her own chest.

Cristal: ...that right now, in this moment right here? You ain't shit as far as the CZW is concerned. So how about you hush your mouth, retract those claws, and take yourself back to Barbie's Bang Bus before you wind up having to change your last name from Washington to Cane?

EP lifts his head, looking confused.

El Pablo: Cane?

Cristal snaps her head back to look at her boyfriend. Cristal: You know, like a Kandi Cane... because she won't be able to walk... look, I'm new to this whole "smack-talk" thing, alright!?

EP smirks, and turns his attention back to his phone as Cristal brings her gaze back to Kandi, staring defiantly into her eyes. Kandi looks away as her 6 foot 6 inch tall and 262 pound bodyguard walks up behind her with his arms crossed in front of chest. Kandi turns her head to the side and chuckles as she looks back at Cristal and points to her chest.

Kandi Washington: I don't mean shit!? I don't mean shit!?! Are you out of your fucking mind Cristal? Oh my God, do you honestly believe the shit that is spewing from your mouth? I mean, I almost forgot what end it was coming out of because the stench!

Her smile fades as she steps up to Cristal and takes her finger and pushes her finger up against Cristal's chest as Cristal glances down at her chest.

Kandi Washington: I am matter to every FUCKING wrestling company because I am the OFFICIAL First Lady of Wrestling! Without me, little girl you would seize to exist, so I hope you learn how to get something called RESPECT for my legacy or else you're going to find out the only place you're wanted in is the unemployment line. Speaking of who I am, I am a FUCKING brand, bitch!

She flips her hair over the shoulder and smiles.

Kandi Washington: I'm sure wrestling is ALL you can do, but I have many expertises in this world. I am the OWNER and FOUNDER of the most successful gentlemen club in Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Miami, Atlanta, and Manhattan. If you weren't so ugly, I would hire you a job as my whore at my Kandi Land brand, but you couldn't manage to pay me my 10%. When people see my name, they automatically see dollar signs because I'm a rich bitch and I'm going to get richer when I own this fucking division!

Kandi goes to look around and then she suddenly turns around back with a hard slap across the face of Cristal as she then starts to take-off running in her heels. Drake Knight follows behind her as the cameras look back at Cristal, who's holding the side of her mask with a horrifying look on her face. She turns to El Pablo as he's staring at Kandi and her bodyguard fleeing the location.

EP suddenly holds his phone up in front of the couple, an excited smile on his face.

El Pablo: Check it out.. I just beat Monroe's score on Song Pop!

EP turns to face Cristal, at which point he notices her holding her face. The smile is immediately wiped from his face as he places a concerned arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.

El Pablo:..You okay, baby?

The camera lingers on the couple as Cristal glares up the hallway, before cutting back to the announce desk.

Masters: Bloody hell, did you hear that slap!?

Daniels: Kandi Washington certainly making an impact here tonight, not just in the CZW, but also on the face of the Rainbow Mistress!

Masters: I think I'm in love...

***

-=SMASH-MOUTH CLASH!=-
"The Saint of Los Angeles" James Draven vs Mason Kaid

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DANIELS: "And now it's time for Draven vs Kaid!"

MASTERS: "I'm taking a shine to this Kaid kid, he's such a vicious individual."

TOWERS: "This match is scheduled for one fall and has a 15 minute time limit."

"Saint of Los Angeles" by Motley Crue begins playing over the PA as the majority of the fans cheer

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 227 pounds... 'The Saint of Los Angeles' ... JAMES DRAVEN!"

Draven comes out, in dark purple leather wrestling pants, and shirtless. He plays up to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring, not so much pandering to them as he is just pumped up for the match. He slides in the ring, and heads to a turnbuckle where he poses some more.

TOWERS: "And his opponent.."

"Bartholomew" by The Silent Comedy begins to play, as most of the fans boo

TOWERS: "Hailing from Akron, Ohio and weighing in at 220 pounds... MASON KAID!"

Kaid comes out in his wrestling gear and military jacket, with a cigarette lit in his mouth. He ignores the crowd completely, as his eyes are dead set on Draven in the ring. He non-chalantly makes his way to the ring, and once he's in the referee has a hell of a time getting him to put the cigarette out.

DANIELS: "Quite a contrast in styles and demeanor here tonight, as Draven is pumped and Kaid.. well, Kaid doesn't seem to care!"

MASTERS: "Oh he cares, Daniels, he's focused! He doesn't have to nor want to cater to these fans... he's here for one thing and one thing only... to cause pain!"

DANIELS: "The bell as rang, as Draven is circling the ring... but Kaid is just standing there."

MASTERS: "Psychologically measuring Draven up, Daniels."

DANIELS: "Well, Draven isn't falling for it as he takes the fight to Kaid with a series of forearms to the face! They back up in the corner, and Draven chops Kaid hard in the chest! Kaid hasn't even taken his jacket off."

CROWD: "WOOOO!!"

MASTERS: "Draven must have heard you, Daniels, as he's just ripped the coat right off of him! That's disrespect!"

DANIELS: "Draven picks Kaid up and throws him to the ropes... and Kaid runs right into a hiptoss. Draven runs to the ropes... running elbow drop! First cover of the night!"

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MASTERS: "Draven is on fire, as he picks Kaid up and throws him again to the ropes. This time Kaid ducks a lariat... and comes back with a flying forearm! Kaid is a bit dazed, but he shakes it loose and delivers a vicious series of kicks to Draven's back as he's laying on the mat. He turns him over and.. I love this! He's blantantly choking Draven!"

DANIELS: "The ref is counting to five, and almost gets there before Kaid lets go. Does he not care about this match? Does he not care about the rules?"

MASTERS: "I believe the answer is a resounding NO, Jarred."

DANIELS: "Kaid lets go and picks Draven up by the hair... Draven is fighting back, hitting him in the gut. They exchange blows, with Kaid getting the better of it.. he throws Draven to the ropes!"

* THUD *

MASTERS: "Beautiful Spinebuster! Draven was caught extremely off guard! Kaid with the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Kaid immediately gets back up, and pulls James to his feet. Kaid with a kick to the gut, and he irish whips him to the far corner. He comes running in.."

MASTERS: "But Draven moves out of the way, and Kaid runs into the corner chest first! Draven with a school boy!"

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DANIELS: "Draven and Kaid are back up... Draven with a kick to the gut this time... and... swinging neckbreaker! Both men rest on the mat for a moment, each trying to catch their breath.'

MASTERS: 'Draven is the first man up on his knees, however, and he stands back up. He grabs Kaid and pulls him up. He goes to whip Kaid to the ropes, but Kaid reverses! Kaid follows through.. and ducks Draven over the top rope and onto the floor!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

DANIELS: "Kaid isn't able to capitolize right away, however, as he's still feeling the effects of that neckbreaker. He drops down to the mat, and rolls out onto the floor. He slowly picks up Draven, and pounds a few forearms on his back. He sets him up... "

** CRASH !! **

MASTERS: "Oh no! Draven countered it and Kaid went slamming into the guardrail! Look at him as he grimaces in pain!"

DANIELS: "The crowd is behind Draven as he grabs Kaid by the neck and slams his head down hard on the guardrail. Kaid stumbles off towards the ring, and Draven grabs him and helps him slide back in."

MASTERS: "It looks like this Draven fellow is taking this opportunity for some high risk shenanigans!"

DANIELS: "He's slowly going to the top turnbuckle, as Kaid is laid out in the ring..."

MASTERS: "He's taking too long, however. He leaps... and nobody home!"

DANIELS: "Draven misses the flying elbowdrop and clutches to his side as both men are again momentarily laying in the ring."

MASTERS: "This is a great showing from both of these chaps. They slowly begin to stir, each man now on their knees.. and they're taking swings at each other, going back and forth. I think Kaid would have the better hand in a fist fight, Jarred."

DANIELS: "I'm not sure about that, Draven is giving it to him hard and seems to have taken control! Draven is up and grabs Kaid by the head... he takes off... running bulldog! Another cover!"

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MASTERS: "Close but no cigar!"

DANIELS: "Draven hits the mat out of frustration, as he is also feeling the effects of this match up. He is back up again, feeding off of the crowd's energy. They're taking a shine to the Saint, and I can't say I blame them."

MASTERS: "I can, look at that horrible hair. Draven picks Kaid back up. He grabs him from behind... looks like he's going for a dragon suplex here! He lifts... OH! Mason Kaid with the backwards low blow! Masterful!"

DANIELS: "Dastardly, even the ref is wincing from that! Both men are back on the mat. Kaid is first to stir this time, as he slowly gets up. He lays a few sloppy boots to the chest of the fallen Draven, before making his way to the corner.. What is he doing?"

MASTERS: "It looks like he is removing the middle turnbuckle's padding! This can't be good. I love it."

DANIELS: "The referee is, of course, allowing this as all CZW matches are extreme. He has it off now and turns his attention back to Draven. He lifts him up... a cold hearted slap across the face! He irish whips James towards the corner with the exposed turnbuckle... but Draven reverses! Kaid stops dead in his tracks, and as he turns around... powerful drop kick! Draven with another cover!"

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MASTERS: "Another close call! Draven picks Kaid back up, and moves him towards the opposite corner... He's going to use Kaid's tactics against him! He whips him... oh! Just as he was about to reach the other side, Kaid reverses and drop toe holds Draven's head right onto the exposed turnbuckle! This has to be the beginning of the end!"

DANIELS: "Kaid, in a daze, is back up and grabs Draven... he's setting him up... AND NAILS IT! He calls this the Puppet State!"

MASTERS: "What a vicious manuevar!"

DANIELS: "The cover!"

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DING DING DING!

TOWERS: "Your winner of the match.... MASON KAID!!"

MASTERS: "It doesn't look like Kaid is done! He keeps laying boots on the fallen Draven, ignoring the ref's attempt to raise his hand!"

DANIELS: "This is poor sportsmanship if I ever saw it!"

MASTERS: "This is the CZW, need I remind you, Daniels!?"

DANIELS: "Good point! The ref finally gets Kaid off of Draven, and the crowd boos as he raises his hands in victory. I don't think Draven is going to take too kindly to this."

MASTERS: "At this moment, he doesn't have a choice!"

DANIELS: "Excellent showing by both men here tonight, another great CZW match. Stick around, everyone... Our main event is going to be another classic X-Division match, Mike Monroe versus Krimzon Blaze!"

***

-=RAINBOWS AND STARS!=-
"The Rainbow Mistress" Cristal w/ El Pablo vs "The Risen Star" Sirena Starr w/ Cage Stryker

***

(Daniels): Time for women's action.

(Masters): Nice... Just let me...

(Daniels): Oh sweet jesus.. Put that away...

(Announcer): The following contest is scheduled for one fall

-Party Hard by Andrew WK hits-

(Announcer): Introducing first, from Telluride, Colorado.. Accompanied to the ring by El Pablo... CRISTAL!

-The ever-jolly Cristal comes charging through the curtain to a huge pop. She stops, looking behind her. El Pablo bursts through the curtain, wearing a “Rainbow Mistress” t-shirt, and the chaperon on his head. The pair high-five fans on the way to ringside, where Cristal leaps between the top and middle ropes, forward rolling to her feet to an ovation. EP walks to the announce table, taking off the hat and placing it on the head of William Masters-

(Daniels): It suits you.

(Masters): I hate that little runt.

(Daniels): -gasp-

(Masters): I said runt.. With an r...

(Announcer): And her opponent, from Hollywood, California... Accompanied by Cage Stryker... SIRENA STARR!

-The music switches to Heaven Tonight by HIM, and Sirena strides through the curtain on the arm of Stryker. They walk to the ring, with Sirena joining Cristal in the ring, and Cage taking up a position opposite Pablo at ringside. A duelling “Let's Go Cristal/Sirena Starr” chant begins as the two women shake hands.-

DING DING DING

-The action starts immediately, the pair diving into a collar and elbow, but rather than locking up, Cristal switches and dives around, getting a rear waistlock. Sirena reverses, getting a waistlock of her own, which she uses to drive towards the ropes. Cristal clings on, so rather than the intended pin, it's only Sirena that backward rolls. She rolls through to her feet, then charges again, but a prepared Cristal pulls down the rope, sending Miss Starr over the top rope. She lands on her feet, stumbling into the barrier, and turns just in time to see Cristal leap with a triangle-plancha that puts both women down on the outside.

Both Pablo and Styker dart round, the referee gesturing for them to keep distance. They respect the official, standing at the corners and willing their woman to be up first. It's the rainbow mistress that manages it, but only fractionally. The pair dive under the rope in perfect synchronisation to applause all-round-

(Daniels): A steady start to this match.

(Masters): They need to drop the pleasantries and get down to business.

-Cristal and Starr begin circling, working the crowd back to a frenzy before they dive for another tieup. Sirena drives out into a wristlock, then a hammerlock, and finally settling on a headlock. She doesn't get much time to work the hold, before Cristal takes the wrist and twists out, getting a wristlock, which she uses to lock the pairs fingers. She charges the corner, runs up the ropes, then springboards into an armdrag, throwing Starr across the ring.

Sirena is right back up, running into a second armdrag. Again the move is more throwing than driving down, so Starr can get right back up, and run forwards towards a hip toss attempt. It's Cristal that goes flying, as Sirena leaps over, throwing an arm drag in the process. This is followed with a second, and then a third, which Starr transitions straight into an armbar.-

(Daniels): Nice combination there.

(Masters): Far too early for this... FAR too early...

-Cristal struggles as Starr pulls the arm further and further, but quickly releases when Cristal manages to force her way up towards her feet, avoiding a pinning predicament. Cristal seems to be favouring her arm as the pair circle, but doesn't let it stop her making a double-leg takedown that she uses to set up a jackknife cover-

ONE.. TW-NO!

-Sirena bridges up, breaking the cover. A complicated twist-reposition allows her to drop down a backslide cover-

ONE.. TW-KICKOUT!

-Nowhere near the three as Cristal rolls out. Sirena begins getting up, but Cristal hits a snap-hurricanrana to a kneeling Starr. Sirena bounces over to her stomach. Cristal sets to her side, and signals for a standing-moonsault. The crowd pop slightly, but not enough, as she gestures for them to be louder. A bigger cheer goes out, but still not enough, as EP begins going crazy at ringside, trying to drive up the noise. With a deafening pop, Cristal finally smiles and bends her knees... Only to be schoolgirled by Starr-

ONE... TWO.. T-HARD KICKOUT!

-The kickout draws frustration, but Sirena still applauds the drive of Cristal. She doesn't let up though, whipping Cristal to the ropes before dropping her chest-first in a flapjack. Starr goes to the top, waiting for Cristal to rise before leaping and delivering a thesz press, followed by a series of punches to the head. Breaking, she throws up her fists to the delight of both fans at ringside, and Cage Stryker-

(Daniels): This match could be nearly over.

(Masters): But I'm not done!

-Starr lifts Cristal into a firemans carry, shouting that it was time for punishment-

(Daniels): Look's like someone's been naughty

(Masters): Oh yes I have!.. Wait, you meant the move...

-Cristal is thrown high into the air.. but lands on her feet, avoiding the gutbuster! She sets, hooking the leg for her own finisher-

(Daniels): Could this be it... SHA-

-She throws... AND STARR LANDS ON HER FEET!!-

(Masters): -FTED!

-A confused Cristal spins... Right into a kiss to the lips-

(Masters): OHHH YEAH! I'M DONE!

(Daniels): WHAT?!?

(Masters): Err.. She's done.. I meant she's done!

-Sirena follows with the reverse roundhouse kick-

(Daniels): The Fallen Starr. Count her out!

ONE... TWO... THREE!

DING DING DING

-Both Pablo and Stryker slide into the ring, EP helping Cristal up, Stryker celebrating with Starr. A moments staredown occurs, before the four embrace in the ring-

***

-=CZW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!=-
"The Star" Jason X vs "The Whole Show" Tim Timmons vs Jigga C

***

As we come back from commercial it opens up in the parking garage. Tim Timmons is seen arguing with security.

Timmons: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T COME IN!! I'M 'THE WHOLE SHOW' TIM TIMMONS!!

Ralphus: We know Mr. Timmons. But we have been told not to let you in tonight!

Timmons: AND WHY THE HELL NOT? I'M SCHEDULED FOR A MATCH TONIGHT!

Rupert: Again...we're sorry sir, but we can't let you in the building.

Timmons: IS THIS TJ'S DOIN? HE'S SCARED OF ME...YOU KNOW THAT...HE'S SCARED OF ME BECAUSE HE KNOWS I CAN BEAT HIM...AND HE KNOWS I CAN TAKE THAT PRETTY LITTLE TITLE FROM HIM! IT'S MY DESTINY! BUT TONIGHT I HAVE TWO ROOKIES TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF AND BECOME THE NEW TV CHAMP, BUT YOU'RE NOT GONNA LET ME IN?!!

Ramone: No sir. We don't know who's doin this is. We were just told you weren't allowed in here tonight because you have been proven to be unstable and an endangerment to not only yourself, but everyone else in the arena.

Timmons: AN ENDANGERMENT!? REALLY?! AN ENDANGERMENT...I'LL SHOW THEM ENDANGERMENT!! YOU JUST WAIT...YOU WAIT TILL I GET BACK IN THAT RING!! I'LL GIVE THEM A REASON TO FEAR ME.

Tim slings his duffel bag and it hits a car breaking the windshield. It's a forest green dodge viper with a license plate reading BOSS69. Tim grins as he finds a crowbar and begins unleashing his anger on the car.

We cut back to the ring as fans react to what they just saw, murmurs sweeping through the stands. Jessica Towers interrupts their mulling with a candid smile and her trained voice.

Towers: The following contest is set for one fall...

'Hot For Teacher' hits the PA interrupting her and out walks Allescha McVay.

Masters: Ah shit son...I think shit just got real!!

Daniels: Why's she coming out here. She has nothing in this match.

Masters: Jarred...you're such a wanker.

Allescha rolls into the ring and snatches the mic from Jessica and tells her to leave. Jessica is rightly confused and Allescha shoves her.

Masters: Oh no...she might be hurt...maybe I should go check on her.

Jessica rolls out of the ring as Allescha holds the mic to her lips.

McVay: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it's set at a thirty minute time limit.

Masters: Hey...she's pretty good at this.

Daniels: I actually have to aggree with you...but she didn't have to do what she did.

Masters: Man...she's 'The Fuckin Bitch' Allescha McVay. She can do what she wants.

McVay: And it is a triple threat match to determine your NEXT CZW Television Champion!!!

The lights dim and a spotlight with the image of an X spinning appears at the top of the stage. A familiar tune hits the PA.

"Arf arf

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr)

Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted

This rap shit, is mine

Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game

Fuck what you heard

It's what you hearin

It's what you hearin (Listen)

It's what you hearin (Listen)

It's what you hearin (Listen)

X gon give it to ya

Fuck wait for you to get it on your own

X gon deliver to ya

Knock knock, open up the door, it's real

Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel

Go hard gettin busy wit it"

Jason X emerges from the back, clad in his ring gear. He marches down the ramp, a serene smile in place face.

McVay: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 216 pounds... JASON X!

Jason climbs the ring steps, then gets into the ring. He twirls around in the center of it, before throwing an X sign with his arms over his head, and retreating to a corner.

Daniels: Well Jason X certainly has his work cut out for him this evening.

Masters: That's right, Jarred. Jason so far is undefeated here...but I think that's gonna end real soon. Tonight it's over...I guarantee it!!

Daniels: You seem quite confident about that, but this young man has the heart to be the champion tonight...he'll surprise us are...they don't call him the Star for nothin.

Masters: You don't get it. Jason has to understand what he's facing tonight...when it comes to title matches only one thing matters...winning at any cost, by hook or crook, you get the win and I just don't think Jason has it in him to drop to the same lows as his opponents to take that title home.

Daniels: Wow...you seemed really sincere there William...but I still think this kid has some surprises left in him. Prepare to be amazed.

Jason's music slowly fades out as we see him in the ring. He smiles and keeps signaling to the cheering fans. As his music cuts his smile slowly fades and is replaced with a look of sheer determination.

"Now tell me how ya love it

You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it, we on.. Cuz we on..

Who else really tryin' to fuck with Hollywood Co.?

I'm with Marley G. bro

Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know

This that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh.."

Jigga C is seen dancin to the rythm of his theme as he comes from the back dressed in full out urban cammo.

McVay: ... and introducing his first opponent, from the mean streets of Richmond, Kentucky, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds....JIGGA...C!!!

The fans have mixed reactions as Allescha finishes her billing. Jigga rolls into the ring and hops to his feet in one fluid motion. He dawns a smile and waves Jason X to stand back. He thumps his chest five times before doing a spin-a-roonie in the center of the ring.

Masters: Jigga takin it old school right there.

Daniels: After an awesome display against newcomer Kaid...he has earned his spot in this match.

Masters: That actually makes me realize somethin...who's the third opponent? This is suppose to be a triple threat.

Daniels: I have a bad feeling about this...Tim isn't even allowed in the arena.

McVay: And finally...hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds...he is THE WHOLE SHOW...TIM TIMMONS!!

Allescha could barely suppress her laughter as Jigga and Jason watch intently the ramp from their corners. Suddenly Tim's music dies out...

"I'm tearing away

Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay

You run away

Faster and faster you can't seem to get away

BREAK"

Daniels: I knew I didn't like this...I knew it! What is our World Champion doing out here.

Masters: Anything he damn well pleases...he is The Fuckin King...and I am one of his loyal Pawns.

Daniels: You do know what pawns mean...right?

Masters: Yeah...their the little chess pieces with the balls on them.

Daniels: Oh dear...

TJ Hix comes from the back walkin with his usual swag in a full suit wearing his trademark shades. He rolls into the ring as Allescha smiles He walks over to her and plants a huge kiss on her lips.

McVay: And now...allow me to introduce the guest official preciding over this match. He is your CZW King of Combat...your CZW World Champion...he is...your...'FUCKIN KING' TJ HIX!!

TJ removes his shades and his jacket revealing a referee shirt underneath. He hands both to Allescha who carefully folds it before rolling out of the ring. TJ ensures that Jigga and Jason are in their correct corner before coming over and padding them down...then he walks to an empty corner and pretends to be padding someone else down. Seeming satisfied with not finding anything...TJ looks to the time keeper and signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

Jigga and Jason grapple, pushing against one another in the center of the ring.

Daniels: Did he just pad down the empty corner.

Masters: Yeah...he's makin sure that damn Timmons and hiding anything.

Daniels: Tim's not even here.

Masters: It's a triple threat...someones in there.

Daniels: Are you being serious?

Masters: Don't you have a match to call?

Daniels: Why do I even bother? This should prove to be an awesome match up tonight. These guys have really put a lot of time in and really pushed themselves to earn their spots in the CZW. They're no slouches. And then throw Hix into this mix...

Masters: And it's worth noting that we have two guys in the ring who could qualify as cruiserweights right now. This isn't your typical match, Jarred...especially with our King watchin over this match.

Daniels: That is true, and while Jigga is not especially known for his aerial offense, we could see both men taking some risks in this match up to put their opponent away early if the opportunity presents itself.

Masters: Eh... I prefer big guys in matches, really. Give me two three hundred pound meatheads over a couple of shrimps any day!

Daniels: I thought you said not to underestimate either of these guys...?

Masters: Nyeh nyeh nyeh... "I thought you said..." sit on it!

Jigga begins to overpower Jason in the ring, pushing him against the ropes and transitioning into an irish whip. Jason comes flying back towards Jigga who takes a swing, going for a quick discus clothesline, but finds nothing but air. Jason falls to his butt and slides between Jigga's legs, under the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Jigga looks around in confusion. Jason pulls himself back up onto the apron very quickly and grabs Jigga as he turns around, snapping him off the ropes and sending him rolling backwards onto the mat. Jason pulls himself up onto the ropes fro mthe outside and slingshots off them, catching Jigga in a headscissors takedown as he stands back up.

Daniels: X tricks Jigga with some quick moves as we get this one started!

Masters: Wow, Jason pulled a fast one on the Jigga Man! I gave Jigga the mental edge in this one going in, but if X can upset Jigga's gameplan we might see an upset here!

X attempts a cover but Jigga kicks out before TJ can even get to the mat. The fans boo. X is undaunted, however, and pulls Jigga to his feet.

Jigga swims out of Jason's grasp and thumps him with a forearm shot. Jigga follows up with two more strikes before whipping X again, this time into the corner.

Jigga bounds at X, looking for a back-elbow strike but X pushes himself off the mat by the ropes and hits Jigga's oncoming back with a double-knee instead. Jigga staggers away and X pulls himself the rest of the way up onto the turnbuckles. As Jigga turns around X soars towards him, hitting a crossbody and rolling through into a pin.

Daniels: He's got Jigga down!

Masters: Here's the cover!

TJ drops down and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

...

Jigga kicks out, shoving Jason off him with enough force to put some space between them. He pulls himself up by the ropes.

Masters: Check that. The King ain't playin favorites out here. He's callin it right down the middle

Daniels: Yes...yes he is...but I still can't help but think he had somethin to do with Tim being barred from the building.

X doesn't relent his offense and grabs Jigga away from the ropes. He knees Jigga in the abs and grabs him around the waist with both arms. X steps into motion and drops Jigga with a belly to belly suplex.

The fans pop at the continuing barrage of offense from X and an "X Gonna Give It To Ya!" chant breaks out.

X gets to his feet, as does the now groggy Jigga. X lifts up the two hundred plus pounder and plants him with a scoop slam. He runs backwards and bounds off the ropes, dropping down to deliver an elbow.

Jigga rolls to the left and X's arm hits the canvas. He grabs his elbow in pain, having triggered his funnybone. Jason shakes the arm and grinds his teeth from the unexpected impact.

Jigga capitalized, grabbing the small of Jason's back and hitting him in the stomach with a knee shot. Jason sells it like death and holds his stomach in pain, eyes bulging as he drops onto his knees from the force of the blow. The fans boo heavily.

Daniels: I don't think Jason was expecting such a sharp knee strike to the gut.

Masters: It may be dirty but it's within the rules. He didn't hit him below the belt.

Jigga knows this all too well, and thus throws a knee strike into Jason's jaw, nailing him back onto the mat. Jigga falls over him and raises a leg, shouting at TJ to count the pin. At first TJ glares at Jigga...but then drops down to make the count.

Daniels: Big mistake there...do not piss off your ref.

Masters: Especially if he's TJ Hix. Rumors have it that TJ has made people 'disappear' for less.

One!

Two!

...

Jason kicks out to a spattering of applause from the fans. Jigga snarls and pulls his opponent back to his feet, eating a jawjacker for his troubles.

Jigga staggers away from X who gets to his feet. He takes a few steps, then stumbles, holding his guts and side in pain.

Daniels: That shot from the knee of Jigga may have done more damage than we think, William...

Masters: A lot of wrestling is wearing down your opponent. If it hurts X to build any offense as much as it hurts Jigga, then he's going to have a rough time getting much momentum going in this one.

In spite of the pain, Jason sallies forth, grabbing Jigga by the back of the head and pulling his foe towards himself. He pulls Jigga into position for an X-Cutter and calls for the move, earning a pop.

Jigga loops his arm through Jason's grasp and maneuvers out of position. He wrenches Jason's arm backwards, putting his arm into a painful position. Jigga lifts up his knee and strikes the contorted back of X's left arm repeatedly before letting go and shoving Jason forward, letting his own momentum carry him to the mat.

Daniels: Those long legs of Jigga's delivering a series of shots to the arm...

Masters: I understand wearing down your opponent, but Jigga needs to isolate a location and stick to it. If he is putting offense all over the place he might make Jason feel sore all over, but it's not going to tire him out enough to pin him.

Jason pushes back up to his feet, shaking his arm in pain. Jigga rushes forwards with a Yakuza Kick.

Masters: No!

Jason drops to the mat and the kick sails past his skull. Jigga stumbles as his extended leg comes back down and X capitalizes by rolling him into a small package. TJ quick to position.

One!

Two!

...

Jigga kicks out and Jason rolls away, putting more distance between himself and his opponent. Jigga gets to his feet quickly and charges back at X, again kneeing him in the gut.

Jason cries out in pain from the knee strike, doubling over. Jigga uses the position of power to grab hold of Jason by the injured left arm and yank upwards, attempting to dislocate it. Jason lets out another anguished cry. Jigga keeps the arm locked and takes him to the mat with a super armbar.

Masters: Jigga has him in the 'Scratch Board'...this is not looking too promising for Jason X.

Daniels: That's Jigga's submission finisher...he can break an arm with that maneuver.

Jigga keeps wrenching on the arm as TJ checks on Jason.

Hix: Do you give up?

X: NO!!!

Jigga keeps him locked.

Masters: Jason needs to tap...Jigga WILL break his arm.

Continuing to fight Jason finally gets his hand to the ropes. TJ tells Jigga to break the hold.

Jigga: FUCK YOU!!

Masters: Oh shit...it really got real just now!

TJ smirks and kicks Jigga in the back causing him to break the hold. Jason rolls out of the ring holding his arm as Jigga quickly jumps up and gets in the face of TJ Hix cussing him before finally slapping TJ in the face. TJ spits. Then looks back to Jigga.

Masters: He's fucked.

Jigga looks to Hix almost as if to challenge him.

Jigga: Come at me Bro! Come at me!

Hix smirks and unloads a flurry of Magnum strikes on the unsuspecting Jigga...reeling the Jigga Man...before finishing him off with a standing Magnum Kick that sends him sailing into the corner. Jason finally rolls back into the ring unaware of what just happened and TJ steps back allowing Jason to get to his feet. Jason sees the dazed Jigga and immediately tries to capitalize with a shining wizard of his own...but Jigga catches him and slams him with a falling powerbomb.

Masters: Wow!!

Daniels: Jigga playin possum. But...what is Hix gonna do?

Jigga gets a pop even from his detractors for the move. He quickly pins his opponent. TJ hits the mat.

One!

Two!

...

Masters: Exactly what he's suppose to...callin it down the middle.

Jason kicks out and the fans applaud. Jigga grabs him by the head and pulls him right back to his feet, hitting a snap suplex.

Jason lies on the mat in one of the corners, groaning, his left arm held protectively close to his chest.

Jigga grabs the arm and in spite of pleading from X, yanks it upwards. He then lays it on the mat straight and repeatedly stomps the elbow, causing X to cry out in agony.

Jigga hops over the prone form of Jason and climbs up to the top rope.

Masters: Jigga's going for his signature leg drop right here!

Daniels: I don't think Jason has the wherewithal to get out of the way.

Masters: He's in too much pain right now...

Jigga reaches the top turnbuckle and stares down at Jason. His own fans let off a pop which is quickly drowned out by the boos as Jigga cries out "Done motherfucker!" before leaping forward and hitting a straight legged legdrop across X's now unprotected stomach.

Jigga rolls through as X bucks and kicks his legs in pain, his normally placid expression contorted into a grimace.

As Jigga gets onto his knees he listens to the rows of booing fans. He dons an expression of mock confusion before drawing a hand up to his ear and cupping it, asking "What? What's that?" which causes the fans to boo louder.

Daniels: Love him or hate him...Jigga is an entertainer.

As Jason attempts to get onto his knees behind him, Jigga continues to pretend to have trouble hearing the booing audience. After a moment, he draws his hand down from his ear and cups it around his mouth, shouting "I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HOW AWESOME I AM!"

Jigga leaps up and bounds off the ropes, clobbering the recovering Jason with a huge leg lariat which immediately grounds his opponent once more. Jigga immediately covers. TJ counts...

One!

Two!

...

Thre- no!

TJ catches sight of Jason's foot on the ropes. He points this out to Jigga who reacts with rage towards him. Jigga and TJ get to their feet and Jigga starts to argue adamantly with TJ again, who stands his ground. The fans boo Jigga as he busts out a colourful assortment of descriptors for the kind of stupid he believes TJ to possess. Behind him Jason works a hand between his legs and rolls him into a pinning predicament of his own.

TJ drops down and counts.

One!

Two!

...

Thre-no!!!

Jigga kicks out himself.

Daniels: Why didn't TJ attack him again?

Masters: Because TJ is not only the greatest wrestler in the CZW...he's the smartest. He allowed Jigga's own arrogance to almost cost him this match up.

He gets back to his feet, pissed off. He turns and is clobbered by a Jason X clothesline. The fans pop huge as X, still clutching his gut, reaffixes his face with a look of determination and resolve.

As Jigga gets back up Jason clobbers him a second time. As he gets up again Jason picks him up and drops him with a scoop slam.

Jason motions to the crowd who cheer as he calls out "IT'S OVER!"

Jigga gets up as Jason approaches him to hit his finisher. He throws a toe kick forward, looking to set up Jigga for the X-Driver, but Jigga catches it. He spins X around and bounces off the ropes, looking to hit him with a clothesline of his own.

As he bounds back, Jason catches him with a sudden powerslam. The fans pop huge and Jigga bounces back to his feet, clutching his back in pain.

Jigga gets up and stumbles around as X flies forward with a kick.

Daniels: Big Boot!

Jigga rolls under the kick, somersaulting before hopping back to his feet.

Jason slams into the corner and Jigga walks over and picks him up setting him on the top rope and following him up.

Daniels: Those two men are in very dangerous waters right now.

Masters: Jigga goin for a superplex of the top turnbuckle.

Jason finally seems aware of his placement and begins fighting back...and out of desperation suplexes Jigga and both men go crashing to the outside. The mans erupt into 'HOLY SHIT' chants! Both men are out of it. TJ rushes to the corner and looks out at them.

Hix: Get your asses back in this ring. I ain't countin your bitch asses out. We came to see a winner...I came to see a winner.

TJ continues verbally assaulting both men on the outside.

Daniels: We may need the paramedics...neither of these men may be able to finish this match. That's nearly 15 to the unforgiving concrete.

Masters: TJ has faith...therefore I have faith...I'm a good little pawn.

As TJ continues verbally bashing Jigga and Jason...'Wanted Man' buzzes to life on the PA. Hix quickly turns to face the entrance. After a few moments Tim explodes from the entry tunnel with his eyes set on TJ. TJ smiles and stands ready for a fight.

Daniels: TIM TIMMONS IS HERE!!!

Masters: How did he get past security!

Tim slides into the ring still charging Hix...then suddenly...

Daniels: WHAT THE...

Masters: SNAP POWERSLAM FROM JIGGA C ON TIMMONS!!

TJ looks on in confusion and surprise at the sudden recovry of Jigga C as he stands up bringin Tim back to his feet and sets him up for his TKO maneuver.

Masters: Looks like Jigga is gonna take Timmons Platinum.

Jigga plants Tim and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Masters: IT'S OVER!!

Daniels: JIGGA DID IT...YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE NEW MR. TV...JIGGA C!!

McVay: The winner of this bout as a result of a pinfall...and your new CZW Television Champion...JIGGA C!

Allescha gets back in the ring and hands TJ his jacket and shades as Jigga seems overwhelmed and almsot in tears screaming 'I DID IT! I FUCKING DID IT!!' TJ and Allescha get ready to leave the ring...but TJ stops and turns around to look at Jigga. Jigga prepares for an assault as TJ walks up to him. TJ takes his sunglasses off and puts them on Jigga.

Hix: I'm proud of ya kid.

Hix and Allescha exit the ring and head backstage as Jigga finds himself in awe.

Daniels: Those are TJ's trademark shades...

Masters: Told ya our King wasn't such a bad guy.

Jigga rushes the camera-side ring ropes and pulls himself onto the second rope, shouting at the camera.

Jigga: WHOO!! You know know you ain't got shit on me! Come at me bros! COME AT ME! I'm the fucking TV Champ mother fuckers! Whoo!"

Jigga hops down, thouroughly entertained by his own antics and rolls out of the rings, arms raised above his head in celebration.

Daniels: That was one of the more unconventional ways I've seen a match won...Tim didn't even compete the entire match...

Masters: Hook or crook man, hook or crook... Tim was in the match...I never heard it called a singles match. It's honestly what Tim gets for losing focus on the real prize instead of pickin fights with a man above his league.

Jigga pulls himself up onto the barricade separating the fans from the action. He continues his calls of "Come at me bro!" to the fans in attendance who boo, a few throwing empty popcorn bags at him.

Daniels: Well he certainly is pleased with himself!

Masters: His ego has been wounded too many times, but I think that cocksure attitude is finally coming back, Jarred!

Daniels: Oh joy...

Jigga continues his tirade as he begins shouting "I rule! You suck! And you suck and you suck!" pointing out individual fans. Jason is seen walking to the back as Tim is getting checked on in the ring.

We cut back to Jigga was he walks up the ramp, still pointing out fans. "And you suck! And you suck! And you suck!" he stops, spotting a female fan and points to her. "You DON'T suck because you're a girl and you're wearing a Star Wars shirt, but the guy you're with sucks! And the guy behind him sucks! And you suck and you suck and you suck! Where's my belt at...where's my damn belt at?"

Suddenly from the back Mason Kaid charges out busting Jigga in the back of the head with the TV Title and begins stomping the hell out of him.

Masters: What's this about?

Daniels: That's Mason Kaid...the man Jigga defeated to earn his shot at the TV Title. Apparently Kaid wasn't too happy about that loss.

Masters: SHENANIGANS!

Mason has a mic

Kaid: Jigga...you don't deserve that title. You're washed up...a has been...you are a failure as a rapper...and a failure as a wrestler. And I'm gonna show you that. I'm gunnin for you and that newly won title of yours.

***

-=IC CONTENDER DECIDED!=-
Satoshi Kobayashi w/ Reece Evans vs "The OGT" Maynard O'Toole

***

It is announced that, due to travel issues, the scheduled match between Maynard O’Toole and Satoshi Kobayashi will not be taking place this evening. The crowd is disappointed, but he announcement that the match at Horrorcore will now be made a TRIPLE THREAT for the title seems to tide them over a bit.

At Horrorcore, it will be MIKE KING vs. SATOSHI KOBAYASHI vs. MAYNARD O’TOOLE for the CZW Intercontinental Championship!

***

-=SIX-MAN TAG WAR!=-
"The Uprising" (Ryan Shane, Matt Covey, and Johnny Kerosene) vs "M2D Windows" (Mike King, Joshua Newsome, and Daniel Ward)

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“After the Rain” by Rev Theory blasts on through the speakers in the Asylum Arena as the lights begin to dim, quick flashes of a deep crimson lighting up the entrance aisle with bursts of white light, giving the illusion of lightning just as the fans begin to erupt, caring more about talent than alignments. As the singing begins, the curtain parts way and Matt Covey and Johnny Kerosene stride into view, followed a few steps back by Ryan Shane, his head lowered and arms out to his side. Covey stops, taking the time to flex to the audience, while Kerosene simply smirks at the crowd, both wearing uprising t-shirts. The men are pushed to the side slightly as Ryan guides them out of his way, his deep purple leather jacket swaying as he begins a march down to the ring.

Jessica Towers: “Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is a Six-Man Tag-Team Match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Wherever he Damn Well Pleases, Bristol, England, and Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada respectively! They weigh in at a combined weight of 659 lbs! Johnny Kerosene, “Bad Ass” Matt Covey, and the self-proclaimed “Anti-Christ of CZW” Ryan Shane! They are The Upirisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!”

Daniels: “Have you ever seen a force as devastating as The Uprising, William? I mean we’ve seen some chaotic, vile teams in our day. We’ve also seen some of the best factions in wrestling history, teams like the XTC, Beautiful Agony, Youthful Aggression, but there’s just something…..menacing about this group.”

Masters: “To be honest, Daniels, I have. Any of those teams could have been able to achieve what The Uprising has done, but they lack one key factor. They lack the leadership of Ryan Shane. Look into that man’s eyes right now. What do you see?”

Daniels: “I can’t see anything, he’s wearing sunglasses.”

Masters: “………………….Rage, Jarred. Ryan Shane is as calculated and villainous as they come. I dare call him a mastermind in our craft, and with world class competitors at his side such as Matt Covey and Johnny Kerosene, I don’t see much of a chance for their opponents, though I may be speaking too soon.”

Kerosene slides under the bottom rope and immediately begins taunting the crowd, just as Ryan steps onto the apron and begins climbing onto the ropes from the outside, Covey entering the ring. Covey leans into the turnbuckle just as Ryan places his foot on the top rope. He slaps Covey on his shoulder with one hand, then places his hands over his face. He whips them out to his sides, removing his shades as he does so before yelling at the top of his lungs, Covey thrusting his fists in the air at the same time. Ryan leaps into the ring and stares out into the crowd as the music begins to die. “Memory Remains” by Metallica kicks on in full force as the fans in the arena erupt once again! Flashes of green cover the arena and the curtain parts, Mike King leading the Daniel Ward and Joshua Newsome down the entrance aisle. All three of them wear green “M2D Windows” t-shirts, Daniel Ward wearing his Union Jack-et(Get it?!) over it.

Jessica Towers: “And their opponents! From A Heavily Wooded Area on the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio , Cambridge, England, and Buckeye, Arizona respectively. The weigh in at a combined weight of 730lbs! “Mountain Man” Joshua Newsome, “The British Lion” Daniel Ward, and “The Egoist” Mike King! They are M….2….D…..WIIIIIIIINDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWSSSS!!!!”

Masters: “The exact reason I say ‘spoken too soon’, Windows lead by Mike King. These men are notorious for being underdogs, but in the recent weeks they’ve broken out to become top-level competitors.”

Daniels: “Mike King holds and international arsenal ranging from Mexico to Japan and back again, Joshua Newsome is one of the most brutal big men in the game today, and of course the King of Combat finalist Daniel ward is the master of the British-style of wrestling, and will twist his enemies into knots! Needless to say, the clash between these teams will be remembered for years to come!”

Masters: “I’m intrigued to see what will happen when the team leaders face off.”

Daniels: “Mike King and Ryan Shane have torn into each other in the past. The last time these two officially met in a CZW ring it ended with a punt to the skull for King, so you know he’s even hungrier for the win in this match! ”

All three men hop up onto the apron at the same time, locking into a stare down with an Uprising member. They hold the stance for a few seconds before they enter into the ring. King gingerly turns to the ropes before climbing up them and raising his fists to a loud ovation. Ward flicks a V to the direction of Ryan Shane, who instantly returns the favor with two middle fingers of his own! The ref calls for both teams to settle down, and the music begins to fade out.

*DING DING!*

Daniels: “There’s the bell, and it looks like we’re going to be starting out with Daniel Ward and Ryan Shane, both men already getting in each other’s faces after the pre-match insults!”

They continue to taunt each other until suddenly, Ward connects with a BIG SLAP TO THE FACE!

Masters: “Well, he’s dead now.”

Predictably, Shane goes ballistic, tackling Ward to the mat, the two beginning to lay into one another with fists!

Daniels: “Shane and Ward have started this match out with nothing short of a brawl, and the ref is helplessly trying to separate them!”

Masters: “He’s better off just staying out of this one, Daniels. Otherwise, he might not leave the arena with all of his limbs intact!”

Ward and Shane finally roll apart and get to their feet. Shane throws a forearm shot, but Ward counters it into a modified hip toss! Shane rolls up and Ward snags him into a side headlock, flipping him back to the mat with the takedown. Shane immediately counters with a headscissors, but Ward kips up, freeing himself. Immediately, Shane swings a footsweep, connecting and sending Ward to the mat. Both men get up again and Shane DRILLS Ward with a stiff kick to the chest!

Daniels: “Great transitions there from both competitors, but Shane is now in control after that vicious kick! He connects with a big open-hand strike to the chest! And another! A third! A FOURTH! And WHAT A VICIOUS CHOP!! Ward hits the ground and rolls towards his corner as Shane glares after him!”

Ward holds his chest in pain, but returns the stare of Ryan Shane, intent on going after him, but noticing the massive hand of his partner looking for the tag. Hesitantly, Ward tags in Newsome!

Daniels: “Ward tags in the big man! Shane beckons Newsome to come and get some!”

Masters: “Please. Shane can wrestle circles around Newsome, everyone knows that.”

Newsome dares Shane to attack and Shane obliges! He hits a solid knife-edge chop that causes Newsome to wince slightly before returning with one of his own, the sick slapping sound echoing through the arena! Newsome grabs Shane and DRIVES home a solid headbutt, the impact causing Shane to drop dazedly to one knee!

Daniels: “And there’s the power of the Mountain Man! He hits another headbutt!! AND A THIRD!! He’s basically driving Shane through the mat at this point!!”

The fans cheer loudly, but boo as Shane, out of desperation, jabs Newsome in the eye, breaking his grip on him. Shaking his head to clear his vision, Shane tumbles away, making the tag to Covey!

Daniels: “Matt Covey in the ring now! He rushes Newsome with a lariat! The ring SHAKES as Covey takes the big man off his feet! Covey now stomping away at Newsome a bit before pulling him to his feet. He whips the big man to the ropes…BLIND TAG BY KING!”

Covey takes Newsome down with a big-time SPEAR before jumping to his feet, an intense expression on his face. Said expression is almost immediately removed by Mike King who comes flying off the top rope with a back elbow smash!!

Masters: “That sneaky…”

Daniels: “King with the elbow, he makes the quick cover!”

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Daniels: “King almost steals that one! He stays on the attack, however, locking in an armbar! Covey struggles with it before slowly getting to his feet, using his strength advantage. King now transitions into a hammerlock…rolls forward…PIN AGAIN!! DOS CARAS CLUTCH!!”

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They both stand again, and King connects with a series of strikes, then whips Covey to the ropes…no, reversed. King hits the ropes and KEROSENE WITH A KNEE TO THE BACK! Covey with a big clothesline and King is down! The Uprising look on as Covey tosses King into the corner and then turns to instigate something with the other two. The ref is distracted by trying to keep Newsome and Ward out, meanwhile Kerosene and Shane choke and pummel King in the corner!

Masters: “When are people going to stop falling for that, seriously?”

Daniels: “Underhanded yet somehow still effective! Covey now with a smirk as he tags in Kerosene! Johnny pulls King out of the corner and snapmares him to the mat, rolling with the throw and coming up in a run…off the ropes and a BIG DROPKICK to the face of Mike King!! Kerosene makes the cover!”

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Kerosene glares at King, but pulls him up, dragging him to the corner. He tags Covey back in, holding King’s arm, exposing his ribs; an opportunity that Covey takes full advantage of with a brutal double-axe handle attack! Kerosene exits and Covey picks King up, pacing around the ring with King in a backbreaker clutch, showing off his power before DRIVING him down over his knee!

Daniels: “Matt Covey showing off his strength, but at the moment I’m sure nobody can attest more sincerely than Mike King as to just how powerful Covey has become! He nearly broke him in half! Covey with the pin attempt!

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Daniels: “King is still not staying down! Covey pulls King up and PLANTS him with a big scoop slam, now heading up top! “

Masters: “Matt Covey from the top rope…something seems strange about that…”

Covey leaps off the ropes with a diving headbutt, but King rolls away!!

*WHUUUD!!*

Daniels: “COVEY CRASHES AND BURNS!! FACE FIRST TO THE MAT!”

The fans are cheering louder now, willing King to get to his corner and make the tag. Both Covey and King begin to stir, heading towards their respective corners. As the fans reach a fever pitch, King gets the tag to Ward! Covey tags Shane!

Daniels: “Double tag! Shane rushes Ward with a discus clothesline, but Ward ducks! He smashes into Kerosene, knocking him from the apron!! He turns, but Shane boots him in the gut, now setting him up for a CURSEBREAKER!! COUNTERED!! Ward backdrops Shane out of it! Covey now in the ring rushes Ward…REVERSE STO!! Covey eats the middle turnbuckle!!”

Meanwhile, Newsome enters the ring, going after Shane. He grabs Ryan, only to get caught off-guard by a double-chop to the throat! Shane quickly hits the ropes and drops the big man with a Yakuza kick! Covey and Newsome roll out of the ring almost at the same time and Shane and Ward rush each other once more. Shane throws a running knee, but Ward tumbles over him, taking him down with a roll-up counter!

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Daniels: “SO CLOSE!”

Masters: “…pretty close…”

They get back up and Ward catches Shane with a pair of stiff European uppercuts! He then hooks him up for a hammerlock suplex, looking for the Trinity! He lifts, but Shane blocks it, shifting his weight and sandbagging him. He knees Ward in the gut and breaks the hammerlock, then lifts him up for a suplex of his own, lifting him up quickly and dropping him down into a double-knee backbreaker!!

Daniels: “CURSEBREAKER IV!! Shane connects with a brutal Cursebreaker!! He makes the cover!!”

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Daniels: “Ward keeps his team in the match after that vicious maneuver! Shane now grabbing Ward by the wrist, twisting…now laying into him with those vicious stomps!”

Masters: “It’s a Boot Party, Daniels!”

Shane finishes off the series of stomps with another single vicious kick that bounces Ward’s head off the mat. However, being positioned so close to the ropes, he is a prime target for Mike King who runs along the apron and connects with a charging METALLICA KICK from the apron!!

Masters: “HEY! THAT’S CHEATING!”

Daniels: “I swear it’s like you’ve never seen this show before.”

The interference brings Covey and Kerosene in from their corner, which also brings King and Newsome in, and now all 6 competitors are brawling! Newsome dives onto Kerosene with a Thez press, raining down punches! Covey blasts King with a big shoulder block. As King reels, he collides with the referee! The ref is down, but only dazed. Shane moves to join Covey, but Ward pops up and grabs him in a waist-lock, connecting with a German suplex! He has Shane’s shoulders down for at LEAST a three count, but there is no ref to count! Shane is able to break the pin, and a visibly upset Ward gets to his feet, looking around.

Daniels: “Ward had Shane down, but there was no one to make the count!”

Covey and Newsome are slugging it out and King goes after Kerosene. Johnny thumbs King to the eye and staggers him, then leaps up for a STARSTRUCK. King, however, counters, twisting and pulling Johnny to the mat face-first, locking in ST. ANGER II!!

Newsome takes control of Covey, whipping him to the far side. He then hits the ropes himself, going for a big lariat, but Covey ducks! Newsome’s momentum continues as he hits the other side, rushing Covey again, only to get BLINDSIDED by a SUBLIMATION by Ryan Shane!! Ward goes after Shane, but Covey grabs him and tosses him to the outside, and then moves to break up King’s submission hold. Meanwhile, the ref has begun to stir and he sees Shane covering Newsome!

Daniels: “He’s not even the legal man!”

Masters: “Given the fact that he got hit with a slight jostling, we should just be fortunate he’s not being carried out on a stretcher right now!”

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match…THE UPRISING!!”

Daniels: “Well, the match is over, but these guys aren’t done fighting yet! Covey and King are slugging it out! Shane moves to aid Covey, but Ward re-enters the ring, cutting him off! Kerosene and Newsome are both down, but trying to stir!”

Suddenly, Brian Blaze and Gregory Grantham charge to the ring, their numbers quickly giving them the advantage over the others. Chris Tolwar runs out to mild applause, getting in a couple quick punches before being overwhelmed as well!

Daniels: “The Uprising have won the match, but it looks like they’ve got more carnage on their mind! Covey now has King in a full nelson and…oh, no. Shane has the railroad spike!”

Shane looks to annihilate King, but suddenly the fans cheer loudly as ALAN FISCUS rushes the ring! He ducks a shot from the spike from Shane, kicking him in the gut and then kicking the spike out of his hand! He begins to brawl with Shane until Covey tosses King to the mat, joining the fray. They look to overpower Fiscus before more members of CZW head to the ring! Eddie Rowan and Spencer Pierce rush out from the back, as does Cage Stryker! Cage battles Covey while the Gunslinger Saints face off with Blaze and Kerosene, the ring quickly turning into a battle royale! Fiscus and Shane viciously assault one another as King and his group collect themselves. They look to each other and King nods, the Windows group diving into the fray, attacking BOTH the Uprising AND CZW!!

Daniels: “It’s a triple-threat turf war!!”

The fans cheer loudly as all three groups battle, and finally an army of security guards rushes the ring, slowly but surely taking control, detaining all involved parties and keeping them separated! The chaos continues as we take a short break!

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As we come back from the break...The FN King TJ Hix and The FN Bitch Allescha McVay are seen in a mock oval office. TJ sits behind his desk as Allescha stands beside him. After a few moments TJ looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.

"My fellow CZW-ans...I am TJ Hix...and this is the lovely Allescha McVay of the CZW. I approach you all today to clear the wind of some nasty rumors that have been floating around about me...The FN King of the CZW...King of Kings. And now it is up to me to clear the air."

TJ grins before continuing.

"Since I first set foot here in the CZW...I stayed in the back with the backstage politics and every now and then I'd get a match of no significance other than to make me look bad. I had a few wins...had a few losses...I accept all that...but what I don't accept is this. I am not a woman beater...but CZW was trying to besmirch my character and they put me in a cage match with one Ruth Ann. I won...but not without controversy. and then when I was told to take the fall for some sill story plot here in the CZW...that was the final straw. I wasn't going to stand for that shit anymore...so when the CZW shut it's doors...I helped try to reopen it's doors as an unseen beneficiary. I helped fund the reopening of this place...all because of one reason...and one reason only. I was going to reshape this place in my image. That's why I have sent out the call to all others who share my same thoughts. If we have to help burn this bitch to the ground so it can be reborn from the ashes...so be it."

A certain dark seriousness crosses TJ's face.

"But what I'm not going to stand by for is these false accusations and sheer ignorance of the populace. I am the fuckin World Champion...and the King of Combat here in the CZW. I wasn't handed any of that shit. I earned just like all the other champions here earned it. I busted my ass and defeated every fucker they put in my path. Same thing I've always done. I've never ran and hid...or cowered away from fights. That comment is meant toward you Mike King. I did you a favor last Overdrive. If I had gotten back in that ring...you would have been lucky if you were able to walk away from it under your own power. I would have destroyed you because that's what I do. Besides...you seemed to enjoy your brief period in the spotlight...but what sickens me is I actually reached out to you and held you on the same level as me...you know how many others I have done that for? Obviously not...there is only one other I have ever held in that regard...and that is the Bad Ass Matt Covey. He earned it...just like I thought you could. But I was wrong. I never ran from the match...I never hid behind anything during that match. I still respect you for what you're doing...and I feel as though you'd all still be perfect fits in the King's Court...but I no longer respect you. A real man would have never started spreading false rumors about another man who he knows deep down...could have...and would have destroyed him if he so chose. And if it takes me having to shove my fist down your throat one more time...so be it. You know where to find me Mike King...we'll clear this bullshit up real quick."

TJ leans back in his chair.

"But enough about that. Tim Timmons...I hear you're still trying to pick fights with me here. Have you not realized you're not even in my league. This TV title shot...at least the other two competitors earned their spot where as you were pretty much rewarded for your failure. You're the kind of guys I crush beneath the heel of my boot without even breaking a sweat. It's okay though...we can settle our differences in the ring...but be forewarned...there will be a catch...because there's always a catch."

He takes a sip of his drink.

"And finally...that takes me to our resident technicolor squirrel...and my newest #1 contender. I could go on some big long tirade about how you haven't earned the contendership...but I'm not. I'm better than that. You've paid your dues here...you deserve a shot as much as guys like Sirena, Ally, Rave, and Jenna Cyde. I respect that. What I done to you last show was the most misunderstood thing ever here in the CZW. I know it's really hard to see in that mask. I was just trying to let you have a closer look at that which you will never have as long as I hold it. I guess it got caught on something when I picked it up to show you...and then when I yanked on it real hard... unfortunately inertia kicked in and your head just happened to be in the way. So instead of blaming me on your massive headache...blame science."

TJ leans back up and continues his speech.

"But in all seriousness...I hope you enjoyed that taste...because that all you ever get. You'll get the taste of it bein so close...but never reachable. I am the King of the Mountain and I have no intent of giving it up anytime soon. I know I have a bulls eye on my chest...but I don't care. I always manage to come out on top. No matter how much the deck is stacked against me. I know DD is just trying to use you as a hit man for hire to try to eliminate all the thorns in his side. First he sent you after Ryan...you see how that turned out...and now he sends you for me...what makes him think things will be any different. I'll leave you a bloodied mess on the mat just the same...so in the words of a classic...just bring it. In closing..vote Hix 2012...ah yeah bitches."

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-=MAIN EVENT!=-
CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
"The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze(c) vs "American Gaijin" Mike Monroe

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DANIELS: So now it comes down to this, ladies and gentlemen... our main event! In the city where "Extreme" first fought its way into the consciousness of mainstream professional wrestling, it is now time for CZW to demonstrate how the two men you're about to see have taken that concept and taken it to the next level and beyond! Mike Monroe.. Krimzon Blaze.. X-Title on the line!

The fans begin to murmur with excitement as the screen cuts to Jessica Towers, standing in position in the centre of the ring with microphone in hand.

TOWERS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The lights go down as the haunting "O Fortuna" begins to filter out of the speakers, before merging into "In The Dark" by The Birthday Massacre, cueing the arrival through the curtain of Mike Monroe, the fans leaping to their feet in support of Half One of the Tru Family Crew.

TOWERS: Introducing the challenger... From Tiffin, Ohio.. weighing in at 201lbs... he is a member of the Tru Family Crew... "The American Gaijin"... MIKEEEEEEEEEE MONROEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Monroe pauses for a moment at the top of the steps, his head bowed and his hands clasped together against his forehead, perhaps taking in some person reflection on what is about to transpire. After a few seconds, he thrusts his fists into the air, then bounds down the aisle and slides into the ring, hopping to his feet and climbing the turnbuckle to salute the fans who continue to show their support. As he hops down to the canvas, his music fades out, and after a few moments of silence, "A Cut Above" by Avery Watts bursts forth from the speakers, the cheers getting just a little bit louder for Half Two of TFC.

TOWERS: And his opponent... From Detroit Michigan.. weighing in at 215lbs... he is ALSO a member of the Tru Family Crew, and the current reigning CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPION... "The Aerial Specialist"... KRIMZONNNNNNNNNN BLAZEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

KB leaps through the curtain, a hood over his head as he points to the title belt wrapped around his waist. He takes a moment to hype up the crowd, then charges up the aisle and into the ring, mirroring the entrance of his partner moments earlier. KB leaps up the turnbuckle, and thrusts the title belt triumphantly above his head, roaring out as the crowd pop even louder than before. After a few moments, he returns to the mat, and hands the belt to the referee, who raises it above his head. Monroe and Blaze take up position in opposing corners, both men performing a few last-minute warm-ups as Blaze's music fades and the bell rings.

*DING DING!*

DANIELS: So here we go! These two young men have battled back and forth for the X-Title so many times over the years... Mike Monroe a former two-time champion, Krimzon Blaze a THREE-time champion, the only man to have held this belt three times... both know each other so well.. what a contest this is sure to be!

Monroe and Blaze eye each other up from their respective corners, both men smiling, but with a noteable degree of intensity in their eyes, as duelling chants begin to ring around the room.

CROWD: LET'S GO MONROE!

CROWD: KRIMZON BLAZE!

CROWD: LET'S GO MONROE!!

CROWD: KRIMZON BLAZE!!

CROWD: LET'S GO MONROE!!!

CROWD: KRIMZON BLAZE!!!

DANIELS: The CZW fans well and truly divided in their support for these competitors... both men such strong fan favourites; undeniably two of the most popular competitors currently plying their trade within the CZW! William, who do you see taking the win here tonight?

MASTERS: It's almost impossible to say, Jarred.. However, personally I think I'm leaning more towards Monroe.. I think he has a bit more of a mean streak in him. Blaze is all high-fives and showboating; sometimes you just need to straight punch someone in the jaw!

Blaze and Monroe look around the room at the fans, each trying to hype up their side of the room. They slowly walk towards each other and bump fists, then start the obligatory circling of the ring. They lock up, and begin trying to outmuscle each other.. Blaze gains a yard.. Monroe takes it back.. gains a yard.. Blaze takes it back.. Monroe pushes again.. stalemate.. suddenly, Blaze leaps up and wraps his legs around the body of Monroe, taking him over and landing in a rana-style pinning position. Blaze leans back and hooks the legs as the referee drops to the mat...

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DANIELS: Fantastic, frenetic action here at the start of our main event! Both men demonstrating just how evenly matched they are!

The two combatants approach each other once again, shaping to lock up once more. Suddenly, Monroe shifts position, opting instead to kick KB hard in the stomach. KB doubles over, and MM fires a right hand right into the head of the Aerial Specialist. KB reels back, only for Monroe to follow up with another.. and another.. and another, forcing KB back against the ropes.

MASTERS: There it is! There's that mean streak I was telling you about!

Monroe whips KB across the ring, then drops to his stomach as KB rebounds.. KB jumps over MM, then rebounds again.. Monroe leapfrogs Blaze, then throws a spinning reverse elbow as KB rebounds, but the Aerial Specialist ducks the contact.. hops up onto the second rope, springs onto the top and backflips as Monroe charges in again, landing on his feet. Monroe bounces off the ropes and turns, where KB kicks him in the gut and executes a vertical suplex.

DANIELS: The first big impact of the match there, hit by Blaze on Monroe!

KB keeps hold of MM and rolls over, picking both men off the floor. He ducks his head under Monroe's arm and hooks the waist, taking Monroe over once more, this time with a Northern Lights suplex. KB quickly rolls backwards, picking Monroe up once again. He grabs him in a front facelock, and lifts him for another suplex.. but this time, he only lifts Monroe half way before dropping back down in a sitout suplex slam.

DANIELS: GREAT little sequence there by Blaze, and here's the cover!

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Blaze picks Monroe back to his feet, and kicks him in the stomach. Monroe doubles over, only for KB to snap him back up with an uppercut, then follow up with a couple of elbow strikes, forcing Monroe back into the corner. KB fires a few more kicks to the midsection, then whips Monroe across the ring. Monroe crashes into the opposite turnbuckle, and KB quickly charges in after him, running up his body and falling back to take Monroe over with a monkey flip, but Monroe - more by luck than intent - manages to land on his feet. He stumbles forward, still obviously groggy, until he reaches the other turnbuckle.. then turns, just in time to see KB charging at him again. Monroe collapses to the mat as KB leaps, but once again KB manages to avoid hurting himself, landing cat-like on the second rope as Monroe rolls to the outside. KB steps over the top rope onto the apron, and as Monroe turns, he leaps up onto the second buckle and springs backwards, taking Monroe down with an Asai Moonsault.

DANIELS: BEAUTIFUL move by Blaze! The champ starting to take control of proceedings!

KB throws his fists in the air as the fans pop for the spot. He then gets to his feet and pulls Monroe up, rolling him back into the ring. KB then lifts the apron, and an excited "ooooooooooooh!" begins to ring around the arena as he pulls a ladder out from under the ring.

DANIELS: KB bringing out the hardware! X-Division rules!

MASTERS: But this isn't a ladder match! What do ladders have to do with anything!?

DANIELS: X-Division rules, William! Do whatever you can to win the match.. and if there's one thing Krimzon Blaze knows all about, it's a ladder!

KB slides the ladder into the ring, along with a trash can, a kendo stick and a steel chair. He then rolls under the bottom rope, and pulls the ladder towards the centre of the ring, before grabbing Monroe and scoop slamming him onto it, leaving Monroe laying with his back across the steel as KB heads for the corner.

DANIELS: KB's going up top, and with Monroe laying on that ladder.. the champ obviously looking for something big here!

KB steps out onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, pumping up the fans as they get to their feet in anticipation. He signals towards Monroe, then make a title-belt gesture around his waist, before standing up and springboarding off with a Swanton Bomb.. that connects with nothing but the hard, unforgiving steel of the ladder.

DANIELS: BAH GAWD! MONROE MOVED! AND BLAZE WITH NOWHERE TO GO BUT DOWN HARD ON THAT METAL LADDER!!!

MASTERS: What an idiot!!!

KB rolls off the ladder and writhes about on the mat, his face contorted in agony. Across the ring, Monroe slowly pulls himself up, and walks over to the other weapons brought in by Blaze. He picks up the kendo stick, and twirls it around a couple of times as he waits for KB to get gingerly back to his feet. KB turns..

*CRACK!*

DANIELS: My god, what a shot! Right to the stomach with that kendo stick!

KB doubles over, and Monroe cracks the stick across his spine, forcing KB down to his knees. Monroe steps up behind KB, and slides the kendo stick under KB's arm, extending his other hand over KB's other shoulder and pulling the champion to his feet. Monroe looks out into the crowd, KB locked up with the stick pressed tight against his sternum, then snaps back, taking KB down with a Russian Leg Sweep as the crowd pops huge.

DANIELS: White Russian Leg Sweep by Monroe! And I'm sure you don't need me to tell you why that move has garnered such a massive response from this Philadelphia crowd!!!

Monroe covers...

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DANIELS: Near-fall! Near-fall only!

Monroe gets back to his feet, kendo stick still in hand. He rolls KB over and grabs one of his legs, weaving the kendo stick between it and locking him into a single leg crab.

MASTERS: Look at this!

DANIELS: Monroe with a single leg crab on KB.. and that kendo stick digging right into the knee of the Aerial Specialist.. just imagine the damage that could be doing to the champion right now!!

KB roars out in pain as Monroe wrenches back on the hold, the kendo stick digging in further with every increase in pressure. KB scrabbles around in a desperate attempt to find salvation, but finds the ropes agonisingly out of reach.

DANIELS: THere's nowhere for the champ to go here!

MASTERS: He's gonna tap! He's GOTTA tap!!!

Using every little bit of his strength, KB begins to try and drag himself towards the ropes...

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DANIELS: He's got it! Blaze gets a hand on the ropes!

MASTERS: But it's X-Division rules, Jarred! No-Disqualification! Getting the ropes doesn't break the hold!

DANIELS: My God, you're right! And Monroe, still continuing to tear away at that knee of the champion!

Realising the gravity of the situation, KB releases the ropes.. but, he continues to crawl, taking hold of the apron.

DANIELS: What's he doing here?

Gradually, KB continues to work his way down the apron, crawling further and further out of the ring. As he does, he is able to straighten his leg out, relieving some of the pressure.

DANIELS: Brilliant strategy by Blaze! The more vertical he becomes, the straighter his leg will be.. the lesser the pressure on the hold!

Finally, KB is able to wriggle free, and drops to the outside, his hands instinctively clutching his knee.

DANIELS: He's free!

MASTERS: But what condition must that knee be in, Jarred? Has the Aerial Specialist been grounded!?

Monroe looks out at his opponent, a small smirk forming on his lips as he sees the distress his tag-team partner is in. He rolls out the other side of the ring, and begins searching for his own hardware under the ring, as the referee checks on Blaze.

DANIELS: Monroe actually seemed to be happy his friend was in so much pain...

MASTERS: Well bloody hell, Jarred.. it's a championship match! Why would he NOT be happy his opponent may have just been crippled!?

After a few seconds of searching, Monroe pulls out a table, and sets it up by the turnbuckle at the opposite corner of the ring to where KB still lies stricken. The fans pop excitedly, but, apparently not satisfied, Monroe returns under the apron. When next he appears, the pops become intertwined with an audible gasp.

DANIELS: Oh my god...

MASTERS: Here we go!

DANIELS: Business has just picked up here, folks... Mike Monroe has pulled out a load of light tubes from beneath that ring, and he's setting them up across that table!

MASTERS: This is what the X-Division's all about, Jarred! You said Blaze knows all about ladders.. well this is pure Mike Monroe territory right here!

With his "art project" apparently completed, Monroe steps back from the table, and begins making his way back round towards KB. He approaches the corner...

*THUD!*

DANIELS: WHAT THE HELL!?!?

MASTERS: WHAT!?!?!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

DANIELS: MY GOD.. WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED THERE!?!?

The screen cuts to a replay. As Monroe approaches the corner, we suddenly see Krimzon Blaze charge forward from the other side of the ring, and leap THROUGH the first and second ropes beside the turnbuckle, grabbing Monroe around the neck and spiking him with a Tornado DDT.

DANIELS: I DON'T BELIEVE THAT!! KRIMZON BLAZE... MY GOD, I AM SPEECHLESS!!!

Mike Monroe lays completely motionless on the floor, although KB does not appear in much better shape, clutching his knee once more with both hands.

DANIELS: I don't know how he did that.. amazing maneuvre.. but Krimzon Blaze is certainly paying for it now.. that knee has clearly taken some damage.

MASTERS: And in actual fact, he's just doubled his problems.. because now he's gotta get his unconscious opponent up and into the ring.. all on one leg!

By the time KB appears able to get back to his feet, Monroe is starting to stir himself. The two men gingerly pull themselves up, and look over at each other. They nod, and roll back into the ring, hauling themselves up with the ropes and stepping into the centre of the ring.

DANIELS: A nice bit of sportsmanship from both men there, waiting for each other to be ready before resuming hostilities!

MASTERS: Bleurgh!

The two square up, and Monroe motions for KB to take a shot. KB obliges, landing a right hand to Monroe's head. Monroe reels backwards, and then responds with one of his own. KB staggers backwards, then throws another punch.. followed by Monroe.. then Blaze.. Monroe.. Blaze.. Monroe.. Blaze.. Monroe.. Blaze.. and Monroe suddenly jumps into the air and dropkicks Blaze in his injured knee, dropping the champion to the mat.

DANIELS: Monroe catching Blaze off guard there.. some of these fans don't like that!

A few boos can indeed be heard as Monroe gets back to his feet, although the majority of fans continue to applaud the contest being played out in front of them. Monroe pulls KB up to his feet, and quickly hits him with an Exploder suplex. Monroe covers...

DANIELS: Exploder suplex! Usually Monroe would bridge that move, but a regular cover for him this time...

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DANIELS: NO! In the nick of time, Krimzon Blaze kicks out!!!

Monroe beats the mat in frustration, and glares at the referee, who insists that it was only a two count. Monroe gets to his feet, and leads KB over to the corner. He props him up against the turnbuckle, and throws a few vicious uppercuts before marching across the ring to the opposite corner. With KB dazed, Monroe shapes, then charges forward, and nails KB in the face with a Yakuza Kick.

MASTERS: Bloody HELL! What impact!

Monroe unhooks himself from the top rope, as KB slumps to a seated position. Monroe backs up again...

DANIELS: Monroe's already hit him Up High...

..then charges forward, hitting KB with a Cannonball.

DANIELS: OHHHHH! AND DOWN LOW!!!

Monroe drags KB out of the corner and covers once again...

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MASTERS: THREE!!!

DANIELS: NO IT WASN'T! BAH GAWD.. KRIMZON BLAZE KICKED OUT AGAIN! THE CHAMP IS STILL ALIVE!!!

Monroe starts hammering on the mat once again, the frustration more evident on his face than ever now. He crawls over to the adjacent corner of the ring, and stares over at KB, an almost-crazed look beginning to form in the Gaijin's eyes.

DANIELS: Look at Monroe's face.. he's gotta be wondering what he has to do here.. what exactly it's gonna take to put Krimzon Blaze away!

As KB slowly begins to stir, Monroe casts his eyes around the ring.. and spots the chair brought in by Blaze earlier in the match. As if struck by sudden inspiration, Monroe snaps up to his feet, marches across the ring and picks up the chair.

MASTERS: Here we go!

DANIELS: Monroe with steel chair in hand.. this can only spell bad things for the reigning X-Champion!

Monroe watches like a hawk as KB begins to pull himself up with the help of the ropes, almost foaming at the mouth as he urges the champ to turn around. After several seconds, KB gets himself to a just-about vertical base. He pushes himself off the ropes, and turns around...

*THWACK!*

..right into the chair, driven by Monroe right into his skull. KB stumbles backwards, and crashes into the turnbuckle once again, his eyes glazing over almost instantly.

DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.. WHAT A CHAIR SHOT BY MONROE! KRIMZON BLAZE IS ON DREAM STREET!!!

Monroe opens the now-dented chair up, and slams it on the mat in front of KB and the turnbuckle, before backing up yet again to the opposite corner of the ring. He lets out an almost-terrifying roar, and charges forward.. steps up off the chair... and lands crotch-first on the top buckle.

DANIELS: MY GOD.. BLAZE MOVED!! AT THE LAST SECOND, KRIMZON BLAZE.. SOMEHOW.. MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!!!

KB rolls forward, and grabs the chair as he leaps back to his feet. He fold it up.. turns around.. and smashes it against the spine of Monroe.

DANIELS: And now Monroe feels the steel! Is this Blaze's second wind!?!?

Monroe flops back, finding himself stuck in the Tree Of Woe position. KB stumbles back toward the centre of the ring, still obviously unbalanced and with a good percentage of his brain having been scrambled. He turns, and charges forward.. leaps into the air.. positions the chair in front of his feet.. and dropkicks it into the face of Monroe.

DANIELS: OH WHAT A DROPKICK! MONROE COULD HAVE JUST HAD HIS FACE CAVED IN BY THE X-CHAMPION!!!

KB rolls out of the corner, clutching his knee yet again. He looks over at Monroe, and sees him still hung up, completely motionless with the chair still covering his face. KB then looks over to the adjacent corner and sees the ladder.. and a devilish smile begins to spread across his face.

MASTERS: Oh god, what's he thinking NOW?

KB pulls himself to his feet, and hobbles over to the ladder. He props it up against the turnbuckle, then steps out onto the apron, as an audible buzz begins to reverberate around the arena.

DANIELS: What IS he thinking!?

With a firm hand on the ladder, KB climbs the ropes beside the turnbuckle, facing over at the still-motionless Monroe. He raises a fist into the air.. then places a foot on the ladder, both hands on top of it. KB steadies himself on the top rope.. pushes off, toppling the ladder towards Monroe... KB leaps off...

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DANIELS: HOLY SHIT!!! MONROE MOVED AGAIN!!! BLAZE JUST VAULTED ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING.. COAST-TO-COAST... AND CRASHED STERNUM.. CHEST.. THROAT FIRST.. INTO THE TOP ROPE!!!!!

KB is catapulted backwards onto the mat, and writhes around in agony clutching his chest. Monroe, who somehow managed to drop out of the Tree of Woe and roll to the outside, slides back in.. and as KB staggers up, Monroe hooks his arms from behind...

*WHAM!*

DANIELS: BLOOD FROM A STONE! BLOOD FROM A STONE! BAH GAWD.. IT'S OVER!!!

Monroe covers...

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MASTERS: COME ON!!!!!

DANIELS: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.. KRIMZON BLAZE KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!

MASTERS: I DON'T BLOODY BELIEVE THIS!!!!!

DANIELS: Neither can Mike Monroe.. THE AMERICAN GAIJIN IS ABSOLUTELY LIVID!!!

Monroe leaps to his feet and gets right in the face of the referee, blood now clearly visible running down his face from a cut on his forehead.

DANIELS: Monroe is busted open, and may be about to burst several more blood vessels here!!!

Monroe continues screaming his case at the referee, who continues to insist that it was only a two-count. Monroe then turns back to KB and rips him off the canvas, shoving him violently against the turnbuckle. Monroe grabs the champ round the throat, then looks out of the ring to the floor.. where he spots the light-tube-covered table he constructed earlier. Monroe then hauls KB up onto the top turnbuckle, and steps out onto the apron, climbing up at an angle with the table behind him.

DANIELS: Oh my god... Mike.. Mike, no!

MASTERS: YES!!!

DANIELS: Come on, Mike.. this is your friend, here!!!

MASTERS: DO IT!!!!

Monroe grabs KB in a front facelock, and drapes an arm over his shoulder. He grabs KB's tights, but before he can lift, KB begins punching him in the side, desperately trying to escape the situation.

DANIELS: Blaze fighting back.. fighting for his very life!!!

Blaze manages to free himself from Monroe's grip, and hits the American Gaijin with a headbutt. Monroe sways back, but steadies himself and hits back with a headbutt of his own. KB hits another headbutt, and Monroe responds with a second of his own.

DANIELS: Duelling headbutts here.. my god, what a dangerous situation this is!

The two continue to trade headbutts.. Blaze.. Monroe.. Blaze.. Monroe.. Blaze.. Blaze.. Blaze...

DANIELS: Monroe teetering!!!

Suddenly, Monroe jabs Blaze in the eye, breaking the champ's assault. Blaze doubles over slightly, but Monroe shoves his head back up.. swings a right hook.. Blaze ducks, and hoists Monroe up over his shoulders.

DANIELS: WAIT A SECOND.. BLAZE HAS MONROE! BLAZE HAS MONROE! ON THE SECOND ROPE!!!

MASTERS: Oh my god...

Blaze lets out a roar, and tosses Monroe off his shoulders.. Monroe drops to the apron.. and his throat bounces off the tope rope, catapulting him back.. off the apron.. and through the table, which explodes in a cloud of broken wood, broken glass and whatever that weird dust-type stuff is inside light tubes (dust?).

DANIELS: JESUS! OH HELL! MIKE MONROE JUST GOT.. I GUESS KODE OF SILENCED.. FROM THE SECOND ROPE.. TO THE OUTSIDE.. THROUGH A TABLE COVERED IN LIGHT-TUBES!!!

MASTERS: MEDICS!!!

DANIELS: WE NEED SOME HELP OUT HERE.. MIKE MONROE... MY GOD, HE COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT!!!

KB slumps down on the turnbuckle.. open mouthed.. looking at the carnage laid out below him.

MASTERS: YOU'VE KILLED YOUR FRIEND, KRIMZON BLAZE! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!!!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Slowly, KB peels himself off the turnbuckle, and drops to the floor. He hobbles over to the broken table, and looks down at the motionless Monroe, his body cut in several places and tangled in the pieces of wood and twisted metal.

DANIELS: Blaze looks a little concerned here, folks.. and I have to say, he's not the only one...

After a moment or two, KB bends down and pulls Monroe free of the wreckage. He rolls him into the ring, and slides in after him, hooking his leg as the referee drops to make the count...

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MASTERS: NO!!!!!

DANIELS: NO!!!!!

CROWD: NO!!!!!

BLAZE: NO!!!!!

REFEREE: NO!!!!!

DANIELS: YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!! MIKE MONROE.. SOMEHOW.. SOME WAY.. IS STILL IN THIS MATCH!!!!!

Blaze rolls off Monroe, almost in tears at the fact that this match is still not over. He spends several seconds trying to console himself, before forcing himself back up to his feet. He picks Monroe up, and drapes him over his shoulders again...

*THUD!*

DANIELS: A SECOND KODE OF SILENCE! THAT'S GOTTA BE ALL!!!

Monroe crumples to the mat again, as Blaze covers...

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DANIELS: HE'S DONE IT!!! BLAZE RETAINS!!! BLAZE RETAINS!!! BLAZE.. MERCIFULLY.. MY GOD.. HAS FINISHED THIS THING!!!

"A Cut Above" returns to the soundsystem, as KB just goes limp, still laid over the body of Monroe. The referee collects the X-Title belt from the bell ringer, and places it down in front of KB's face, raising his arm in victory.

TOWERS: Here is your winner.. and STILL CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPION... KRIMZONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN BLAZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: What a war.. what a contest these two men put on here tonight... The heart.. the sacrifice.. the determination to do whatever it takes... but, somehow.. someway.. Krimzon Blaze is STILL your X-Division Champion!

Finally, KB forces himself to his knees, as EMTs make their way down the aisle and into the ring. He picks his title belt off the mat and drapes it over his shoulder, then takes hold of Monroe's hand in his own, holding it tight as EMTs begin to examine the defeated challenger.

DANIELS: Medical personel now checking on Monroe, I really hope there's nothing serious there.. it was a horrifying impact, though...

The fans break into a "TFC!" chant as Tatum Regan comes out from the back, along with more emergency staff carrying a stretcher.

MASTERS: This doesn't look good...

DANIELS: We have a stretcher out here now.. and Tatum Regan, Mike's girlfriend, also out here now too, a look of grave concern upon her face.

Tatum kneels down alongside KB, as the EMTs prepare the stretcher. However, as they prepare to load Monroe onto it, he suddenly begins to show signs of life, shoving the staff away as they attempt to tend to him.

DANIELS: What is this now!?

Under the recommendation of both KB and Tatum, the medical staff back off, allowing Monroe some space. Monroe rolls to the side, the camera closing in on his bloodied face and svhowing his clear pain and discomfort. He takes hold of the bottom rope, and slowly begins to force himself up off the mat.. expending every ounce of strength and energy left in his body to climb towards a vertical base. Finally.. after several agonizing seconds of pain and struggle.. Monroe plants his feet to the canvas, the fans giving a standing ovation as he holds himself just-about upright with the help of the ropes.

DANIELS: Well.. take nothing away from Mike Monroe... this kid just does not know the meaning of the phrase "stay down!"

Monroe looks out at the fans, taking in the applause and the adulation... then turns his face towards KB. He limps towards the champion, a stoney expression on his face. KB braces himself slightly, looking a little apprehensive as Monroe gets right up in his face.

MASTERS: Ohhhhh, hold on now!

KB attempts to reason with Monroe, who just stares at him.. not saying a word.. not moving a muscle... that is, until he raises a hand... and pats the title belt on KB's shoulder, a smile spreading slowly across Monroe's face as he begins to nod his head. Easing up, KB begins to smile too, and the two share a handshake, much to the delight of the fans.

DANIELS: Great scenes here.. this is what CZW is all about! Class.. sportsmanship.. friendship... and family! What an ending.. what a main event.. WHAT A SHOW!!!

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