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-=Monday March 4th, 2013=- (All matches 1RP Limit. RP Deadline Friday, March 1st, 1AM EST, Send Stuff to Eddie this time) Van Andel Arena, Grand Rapids, Michigan -=MAIN EVENT!=- THE MACHINE MEETS THE SONS "Deus eX Machina" (Ryan Shane and El Pablo) w/ Cassidy Fontaine and Cristal vs "The Wayward Sons" (Mike King and Daniel Ward) ***
-=FORMER CHAMPION RETURNS!=-
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-=LARGE KANDI!=-
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-=NASTY MODELS!=-
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-=SHOWING OFF WITH THE CHAMP!=-
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-=GIRLS GO AT IT!=-
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-=CHAOS AND MAYHEM=-
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ALSO!
* William Masters will address the CZW Nation for the first time as the NEW Owner of CZW!
* The CZW broadcasting table welcomes back Barry "The Mind" Keenan!
* What does Deus eX Machina have in store?!?
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-=CHAOS AND MAYHEM=- *** TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! "You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies hits the soundsystem, and a typically-mixed reaction from the packed CZW crowd greets the arrival of our first competitor as he steps out onto the stage, his henchman Carnage by his side. TOWERS: Introducing first, accompanied by Carnage... From Toronto, Canada.. weighing in at 268-pounds... he calls himself "The Whole Show"... TIMMMMMMMMMM TIMMONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNS!!!!! DANIELS: The more things change here in CZW, the more they stay the same! Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jarred Daniels, joined for the first time ever by my broadcast partner Barry "The Mind" Keenan! Barry.. how does it feel to be back in the CZW saddle? KEENAN: I feel great, Jarred, and so should these CZW fans.. because, for the first time in two LONG years, they one again get to hear the smooth, dulcit tones of the great.. the talented.. the absolute ONE-OF-A-KIND MIND... of Barry Keenan! Timmons makes his way into the ring, Carnage taking up position on the outside. After a few moments, his music fades.. replaced momentarily by "Born In A Burial Gown" by Cradle Of Filth. TOWERS: And his opponent... accompanied by Ezra Mayhem.. standing 6-foot-9.. weighing 305-pounds... JAKOBBBBBBBBBB MMMMMAYYYYYYYYYYHEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! An eerie blue light falls upon the stage as the Mayhem brothers slowly make their way out, dressed in matching black ceremonial robes. Jakob's eyes do not waver from Timmons as they move straight down the ramp towards the ring, the fans' reaction largely negative, though a few cheers can be heard in the mix as well. DANIELS: Always an intimidating sight.. the huge, domineering figures of the Mayhem brothers! Barry, what do you make of Timmons' chances in this contest? KEENAN: Well.. Timmons has certainly been prepared to run his mouth ahead of this one... I'm not so sure that bravado and intimidation tactics is REALLY a way you wanna try and go in a confrontation with Jakob Mayhem, though... As Ezra takes up postion on the outside, Jakob slowly and menacingly makes his way into the ring, glaring over at Timmons as he removes his robe and performs some last-minute warm-ups. His music fades, the lights come up.. and the referee calls for the opening bell. *DING DING!* As soon as the bell rings, Timmons charges full-tilt towards Jakob, throwing a shoulder-tackle that Jakob merely brushes off with a death-stare while Timmons stumbles backwards. Unpeturbed, Timmons turns and hits the ropes.. rebounds.. and attempts a clothesline with just as much success, as Jakob merely takes a step backward while Timmons bounces off and stumbles backwards once again. DANIELS: Timmons looking to catch Mayhem quick here.. but his offence barely even registering on the monstrous 300-pounder... Timmons flares his nostrils, then hits the ropes once more.. rebounds.. and runs right into a huge "Double-A" spinebuster, Jakob bouncing back to his feet as Timmons arches his back in pain on the canvas. DANIELS: OH.. and a HUGE spinebuster there from Jakob Mayhem!!! KEENAN: I'd say that one registered on Timmons, no doubt! Jakob takes a couple of steps back, eyes fixed on Timmons as he crawls into the corner and pulls himself up using the ropes. Jakob charges, but Timmons rolls past.. Jakob manages to stop himself crashing into the turnbuckle.. turns round.. as Timmons pops to his feet and unleashes a flurry of big right hands right into the side of the head. DANIELS: Timmons unloading on Jakob here! KEENAN: But again, it's barely having an effect! I don't think the Mayhems are capable of feeling pain! Timmons' onslaught is cut abruptly short by a headbutt from Jakob, who then grabs Timmons round the throat with both hands and shoves him backwards, nearly halfway across the ring. Timmons rolls through, popping back to his feet as he charges forward once again.. Jakob steps forward to meet him.. but Timmons fires low, catching Jakob with a dropkick to the knee. DANIELS: Smart move by Timmons, is this an opening here!? The move does not take Jakob off his feet.. at least not both of them, as he hops around 180-degrees to see Timmons charging at him again.. and manages to catch him round the waist, planting him with a spinning side slam. KEENAN: Nope. DANIELS: Another big time power move from Jakob Mayhem here.. I don't think I've ever seen Tim Timmons dominated in such a physical fashion, especially so early on in a match! KEENAN: Jakob Mayhem is a monster, Jarred.. when he gets rolling I doubt there's a man alive who can stop him! Timmons rolls onto his stomach, as Jakob gets to his feet and follows up with an elbow drop to the back. Timmons rolls over, as Jakob now grabs him by the head, hauling him a little way off the canvas before slamming him face-first to the mat. Timmons staggers back to his feet, and Jakob forces him backwards with a thrust to the throat as the two head towards the corner. With Timmons against the turnbuckle, Jakob reels back and nails him with a huge punch to the head.. then another.. then a big knee to the gut. Timmons doubles over, and Jakob applies a front-facelock, leading Timmons out of the corner. Jakob goes for a suplex.. but Timmons suddenly pulls Jakob forward into a small-package... DANIELS: WAIT.. TIMMONS WITH THE COVER!!! ONE! - - - - - TWO! - KICKOUT!!! Jakob throws Timmons off and sits out, eyes wide as he turns to glare at Timmons, who slowly starts to pull himself up using the ropes. Jakob stomps up, marches over and boots Timmons in the ribs, then grabs him by the wrist and whips Timmons across the ring. Timmons crashes into the turnbuckle spine-first, as Jakob sets.. charges.. and goes crashing shoulder-first into the ringpost. DANIELS: TIMMONS MOVED.. AT THE LAST SECOND.. MAN, THE FORCE OF THAT COULD'VE EASILY SEPARATED JAKOB MAYHEM'S SHOULDER!!! Jakob slowly peels himself off the ringpost and stumbles round.. right into Timmons who - with a huge roar - scoops Jakob up and spikes him to the mat with a somewhat-sketchy-looking Fire Thunder Driver. DANIELS: LIGHTS OUT!!! KEENAN: HOW'D HE DO THAT!? DANIELS: TIMMONS WITH THE LIGHTS OUT DRIVER TO MAYHEM.. I DUNNO WHETHER HE GOT ALL OF IT... Timmons rolls onto his side after the move, clutching his back in an obvious sign of suffering the effects of Jakob's early onslaught. Due to his location in the ring, Jakob is able to roll to the outside, where he crumples to the floor in a heap. DANIELS: Mayhem able to get out of the ring here.. smart strategy in a way, although he'll need to be careful with Carnage lurking! KEENAN: Carnage will stay well away from any kind of involvement if he knows what's good for him.. he's got Jakob's brother Ezra right out there with him! DANIELS: A very good point, although, certainly, the phrase "brawn not brains" is one that could quite easily be applied to Timmons' hired help over the years... Right on cue, Carnage slowly begins to step towards Jakob's side of the ring, Ezra watching intently from across the other side. Timmons now slowly rolls out himself, a smirk on his face as he begins to stomp down hard on the head and shoulders of Jakob Mayhem. Tim then calls for Carnage to assist him, and the two haul Jakob to a standing position, as Ezra slowly and menacingly begins to make his way around the ring. Carnage takes a step back, as Timmons rams Jakob's face into the apron, then starts clubbing him in the back with a series of stiff blows. Timmons steps back as Jakob staggers back from the apron.. turns.. and gets floored by a big boot from Carnage. DANIELS: OH.. and THERE'S the influence of the big seven-footer!! The referee scolds Carnage, then marches over and warns Ezra off getting involved, as Timmons hauls Jakob off the floor. Timmons goes for a whip.. but Jakob holds on.. slingshots Timmons past him and sends him crashing into Carnage, both men crumpling to the floor. KEENAN: And THERE'S karma biting him on the ass for it! Jakob gets a little gingerly to his feet, then grabs Timmons.. hauls him up.. and whips him full-tilt into the ringpost, Timmons crumpling to the floor around the corner. DANIELS: GOOD LORD WHAT IMPACT!!! Jakob slowly approaches Timmons again, peeling him off the floor and rolling him into the ring. Jakob climbs in after him, and begins to stalk him as Timmons slowly begins to try and push himself up. KEENAN: Ohhh here it comes, Jarred.. the end is coming! DANIELS: A bad place for Timmons to be right now... BUT LOOK AT THIS.. CARNAGE UP ON THE APRON!!! Jakob turns in the direction of the intrusion, as the referee struggles to prevent Carnage entering the ring in pursuit of the Mayhem brother. Jakob marches over and straight punches Carnage in the jaw, sending him tumbling to the floor. Jakob glares out at Timmons' bodyguard as he slowly steps back.. OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! ..right into a low blow from Tim Timmons. KEENAN: OHH.. looks like the Mayhem family tree just lost itself a few future branches!! With his face contorted in understandable pain, Jakob drops to his knees, as Timmons hits the ropes.. rebounds.. and nails Jakob with a boot right to the side of the head. DANIELS: WHAT A SHOT.. AND MAYHEM IS DOWN!! CAN TIMMONS START ROLLING HERE!? In an attempt to do just that, Timmons heads for the corner, and steps out onto the apron. With a bit of a wince, Timmons slowly climbs to the top rope.. sets himself.. and leaps off, driving an elbow right into the heart of Jakob and following up quickly with a pin attempt. DANIELS: AN ELBOW OFF THE TOP! THAT COULD DO IT!!! ONE! - - - - TWO! - KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY!!! Timmons pounds the mat, but quickly runs out to the apron and starts to climb the turnbuckle once again. DANIELS: Timmons going up top again.. forced to rather change his offensive style somewhat here against the monstrous Mayhem brother... Timmons perches on the top rope, watching and waiting as Jakob forces himself to his feet. Jakob turns, as Timmons takes flight, taking Jakob right back down again with a flying clothesline. DANIELS: Clothesline off the top.. Timmons building momentum!!! Timmons rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up, as Jakob slowly makes his way back to his own feet. Jakob stumbles round, still favouring his gentleman's region a little.. as Timmons goozles him round the throat with one hand. DANIELS: Oh you've gotta be kidding me.. he's not gonna try this... KEENAN: I think so! DANIELS: Timmons looking for a chokeslam.. a CHOKESLAM ON THE 300-POUNDER!!! Timmons stares ferociously into the eyes of Jakob, as his hand continues to squeeze around his throat. Jakob, though, just stares right back.. then wraps his own hand around the throat of Timmons. KEENAN: CHOKE-OFF! DANIELS: JAKOB WITH HIS OWN GRIP ON TIMMONS.. BAH GAWD WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A REAL TEST OF STRENGTH AND WILLPOWER HERE!!! The two men stand in the centre of the ring, each attempting to choke the other out in preparation for the slam. Slowly, Jakob's extra power begins to win out, as Timmons' legs start getting a little more unsteady. DANIELS: Timmons is fading... Finally, Timmons' hand drops away from the throat of Jakob.. who responds by tossing Timmons' arm limply over his shoulder.. hauling him high into the air.. and slamming him hard onto the mat. DANIELS: AND THERE IT IS! CHOKESLAM FROM JAKOB MAYHEM.. AND THE COVER!!! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICKOUT!!! KEENAN: HE GOT HIM!!! DANIELS: TIMMONS KICKS OUT!!! KEENAN: THAT WAS THREE!!! DANIELS: I THOUGHT IT WOULD'VE BEEN.. BUT SOMEHOW.. SOME WAY.. TIMMONS WAS ABLE TO GET THE SHOULDER UP!!! Jakob glares up at the referee, but quickly gets to his feet again, pulling Timmons up with him. Jakob doubles Timmons over into a gutwrench position.. then hauls him up and quickly snaps him down with a backbreaker rack drop. With Timmons lying face-down across the corner of the ring, Jakob steps over him towards the turnbuckle... and begins to climb. DANIELS: Oh my god, Jakob Mayhem going to the top here.. something we don't see, well, EVER! KEENAN: Timmons out cold below him.. his already-beaten-up back sticking up like a big old bullseye on the canvas! The crowd gets to their feet, eager to see exactly what Jakob Mayhem is planning to do from such an unfamiliar position. Slowly, Jakob steadies himself.. stands... and leaps backwards with a moonsault, crashing down like a ton of bricks.. onto the empty canvas. DANIELS: OHHHH NOBODY HOME.. NOBODY HOME FOR JAKOB MAYHEM.. BAH GAWD, CARNAGE PULLED TIMMONS OUT OF THE RING.. OUT OF HARM'S WAY.. RIGHT AT THE LAST SPLIT-SECOND!!! Jakob writhes about on the canvas, arms pressed to his sternum as Carnage rolls Timmons back under the bottom rope. DANIELS: Timmons back in the ring.. OH BUT LOOK AT THIS.. EZRA MAYHEM.. ROUND THE CORNER AND JUST UNLOADING ON CARNAGE ON THE OUTSIDE!!! The two huge accomplices begin to brawl on the outside, as Timmons slowly pulls himself to his feet, a smirk on his face as he feels a sense of opportunity. Suddenly.. "In The City" by Kevin Rudolf hits the soundsystem. KEENAN: Ohhhhhhh here we go!!! Timmons' eyes snap up towards the entranceway, as the entire collective of Deus eX Machina steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos, though a smattering of cheers can clearly be heard thrown into the mix. Collum stands in the centre, with Shane on his right and Pablo on his left; EP and Shane linking arms with their respective partners. Cassidy has Shane's World Heavyweight Championship belt draped over her shoulder, while Cristal has one of EP's CEW Tag Title belts over her shoulder and the other round her waist. DANIELS: DEUS EX MACHINA.. MAKING THEIR WAY OUT HERE... TIM TIMMONS HAD SOME STRONG WORDS DURING THE RUN-UP TO THIS SHOW.. FOR RYAN SHANE AND EL PABLO IN PARTICULAR... AND IT LOOKS AS THOUGH A RESPONSE MAY BE IMMINENT! Timmons marches towards the ropes, talking inaudible smack to the DXM members who elect to keep their distance from ringside for the moment, Shane in particular staring with a steely-eyed smirk at "The Whole Show." Timmons takes a step back from the ropes, urging DXM to come and fight. DANIELS: Timmons calling out the whole of DXM at once here!!! KEENAN: But he's already got a fight going on in the ring! He'd do well to keep his focus here... Right on cue, the cameras catch Jakob Mayhem slithering back to his feet.. hitting the ropes at the back of the ring.. charging forward and NAILING Timmons in the back of the head with a Yakuza Kick. DANIELS: WHAT A SHOT!!! WHAT A SHOT BY JAKOB MAYHEM.. RIGHT TO THE BACK OF TIM TIMMONS' HEAD!!! HE COULD BE OUT COLD HERE!!! Timmons crumples to the mat, as DXM piss themselves laughing on the rampway. Jakob glances up at the group, but quickly turns and steps over the body of Timmons.. grabs his legs in a cloverleaf.. then leans back and grabs Timmons under the chin. DANIELS: THE ANACONDA!! THE ANACONDA!! THAT DEBILITATING SUBMISSION HOLD.. LOCKED IN TIGHT!!! KEENAN: TIMMONS WITH NOWHERE TO GO.. NOBODY TO HELP HIM!!! DANIELS: What about Carnage? The cameras cut to outside the ring, just as Ezra whips Carnage full-tilt and face-first into the steel ringsteps. KEENAN: ...What about Carnage? Jakob wrenches on the hold, as Timmons desperately tries to reach the ropes... - - - - - - - - - - ..but they're too far away.. leaving Timmons with no choice but to tap out. *DING DING DING!* DANIELS: TIMMON TAPS.. HIS BACK.. ABSOLUTELY WRACKED WITH PAIN... "THE WHOLE SHOW" LEFT WITH NO OPTION BUT TO SAVE HIMSELF FROM FURTHER HARM HERE!!! TOWERS: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, BY SUBMISSION... JJJAAAKKKOOOBBB MMMAAAYYYHHHEEEMMM!!! "Born In A Burial Gown" returns to the soundsystem, as Jakob keeps the hold locked in for a few more seconds before finally relenting. He gets to his feet and allows the referee to briefly raise his fist in victory before rolling out of the ring to join his brother.. as DXM now slowly make their way down the ramp. The three men slide under the ropes and into the ring, as the girls take up position on the outside, all eyes focused on the anguished Timmons on the mat. DANIELS: DXM now in the ring... folks, I have a feeling that Tim Timmons' night may not quite be over just yet... KEENAN: Mess with the bull, you get the horns... to coin a phrase, Jarred! Eric, EP and Ryan get to their feet, forming a triangle around Timmons as he slowly starts to pull himself up. Suddenly, the raised voices of Cristal and Cassidy alert the boys to the stirring of Carnage, draped face-first across the steps on the outside. The three men look at each other.. then nod, as EP springs into action, charging across the ring.. hitting the ropes.. rebounding.. crossing back.. stepping onto the middle rope.. then up onto the top.. springboards off.. and comes all the way down with a double-foot stomp to Carnage's shoulderblades, driving his face and upper-sternum HARD into the top of the steps once again. DANIELS: HOLY SHHH... DID YOU SEE THAT!? KEENAN: I SAW IT.. BUT I SURE DON'T BELIEVE IT!!! The crowd actually pops for the move, a "HOLY SHIT" chant reverberating around the room as EP picks himself up off the floor.. then immediately turns and slaps the underside of a fan's food tray, sending the contents crashing into the fan's face and chest as the boos return. DANIELS: And I don't believe THAT.. what the hell has gotten into El Pablo!? Back in the ring, Timmons has finally come around a little more.. and finally realises the situation in which he finds himself. He stands in the centre of the ring, favouring his back a little as he looks at Shane.. then Collum.. then Shane.. then Collum.. then Shane... then suddenly springs and nails Collum with a right hand to the face. DANIELS: HERE WE GO! TIMMONS FIGHTING! Collum reels back as Timmons then gives Shane a punch of his own.. then another to Collum.. one more to Shane.. Collum again.. Shane again.. boot to Collum's gut.. a headbutt to Shane... DANIELS: DXM REELING HERE! TIMMONS DEFIANT.. REFUSING TO LIE DOWN AND LET THEM MAUL HIM!!! Both Eric and Shane stumble backwards, as Timmons spins round.. *WHAM!!!!!* ..and gets blasted in the face with the ringbell by El Pablo. KEENAN: OH! PABLO HIT A HOME RUN WITH THAT ONE!!! DANIELS: BAH GAWD WHAT A SICKENING SHOT.. RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THAT RINGBELL!!! Timmons crumples motionless to the mat as EP struts towards the far side of the ring, a smirk on his face as the fans - who had actually been getting behind Timmons' offence - react with mixed, vociferous emotions. EP raises the bell and strikes it three times with the hammer.. *DING DING DING!* ..before dropping it nonchalantly to the mat as attentions turn to Eric Collum, who has just stepped out onto the apron by the turnbuckle. DANIELS: Timmons is old cold here, and Eric Collum now taking to the top.. the man known as "The Human Highlight Reel".. perhaps looking to make one more clip out of Tim Timmons here! The noise levels pick up once again as Eric slowly stands up on the top rope.. strikes a pose.. and leaps off, crashing down on Timmons with a picture-perfect 630 Splash. DANIELS: AERIAL REVOLUTION!!! WE HAVEN'T SEEN THAT MOVE IN A HELL OF A LONG TIME!!! Collum bounces back to his feet and exchanges high-fives with Pablo and Shane, as Timmons stumbles back up.. right into the clutches of "The Straight-Edge Curse", who hauls him up over his shoulders in a torture rack. KEENAN: The exclamation point!! DANIELS: Shane has Timmons up.. it could be time for... Shane steps into the centre of the ring, before throwing Timmons off and spiking him head-first into the mat. DANIELS: THE MURDER SCENE!!! Timmons crumples lifeless to the floor, as Shane gets back to his feet, calmly brushing his fingers across the shoulders of his suit jacket and adjusting his tie as EP and Collum step up to join him, accompanied soon after by Cass and Cristal. Cass hands Shane his title belt, and Shane takes a moment to hold it in the face of Timmons, talking some inaudible trash to him before standing up and thrusting the belt into the air, as his fellow DXM members strike a pose themselves under a loud and mixed reaction from the CZW fans. DANIELS: DXM standing tall.. after just DECIMATING Tim Timmons here tonight! KEENAN: Like I said before, Jarred... Mess with the bull.. get the horns. Timmons made the decision to call out Deus eX Machina.. Timmons made the decision to call into question the character and capabilities of Ryan Shane and El Pablo... and look what's happened! The camera lingers on the sight of Deus eX Machina congratulating themselves over the fallen Timmons in the centre of the ring, before cutting to a promotional video. ***
-=GIRLS GO AT IT!=- *** Jarred Daniels: Both Miss Michelle and Jenna Mourey are already in the ring as this match is preparing to go underway. Who do you think will leave victorious? Barry Keenan: I have to go with Miss Michelle on this one. She’s fueled with a lot going into it and she won’t rest until she gets back up to the number one contender’s spot. Jessica Towers: Ladies and gents, the following is a Queen of Combat match and it is for one falls. Introducing first in the left corner, standing in at 5 feet 7 inches, weighing in at 115 pounds, and billed from Boston, Massacheutts… MISS MICHELLEEEE!! [ She’s standing in her corner stretching her elbows as she glares across the ring at Jenna Mourey. ] Jessica Towers: And her opponent in the right corner, standing in at 5 feet 6 inches, weighing in at 120 pounds, and billed from Orlando, Florida… JENNA MOUREY!! [ Jenna turned around to the ropes and she’s slouching down as she pulls up on the top rope. She looks at Miss Michelle out of the corner of her eyes. ] (ding, ding, ding) Jarred Daniels: This one is going to start off in the middle of the ring with a nice lock up by both ladies. Barry Keenan: And both ladies have a lot to work for in this one, so they should give it all they can. [ As the ladies are locked up, Miss Michelle gets the upper hand and takes Jenna down to one knee with a headlock hold. Jenna pushes Michelle off to the ropes, but Michelle uses the ropes to bounce off with and surprises Jenna with a head scissors takedown. Jenna rolls to her feet and Michelle runs at her with a dropkick to the chest. She covers and gets a quick two count. ] Jarred Daniels: My, my, Miss Michelle is starting off with some stream to blow as she’s taking it to the young female rookie. Barry Keenan: After feeling robbed at Desperate Times, I’d expect nothing less from her. [ Miss Michelle mounts her and starts pounding the back of Jenna’s head against the canvas, but Jenna turns it around as she starts doing the same. Stephanie steps in between and lifts Jenna up off Michelle as Michelle gets up to her feet. Jenna charges at her and Michelle tackles her with a spear as she starts to connect with forearms to the face. Michelle gets up off of Jenna as she leans down, taunting Jenna up to her feet. ] Barry Keenan: Miss Michelle is not playing around tonight! Jarred Daniels: Jenna hasn’t had any defense at all in this match. [ Jenna stumbles up to her feet and Michelle runs up at her with a bicycle kick, but Jenna ducks underneath it. Michelle turns around into a roundhouse kick. Michelle holds her head as Jenna leans down to pick her up. She whips Michelle into the corner and runs at her. She hops on the midsection of Michelle and hits a monkey flip. Michelle rolls up off the mat and Jenna runs at her with a dropkick to the chest. ] Jarred Daniels: Jenna is back in this one Barry! Barry Keenan: I cannot believe it. [ Michelle rolls up off the mat and Jenna helps her up the rest of the way, but Michelle starts battling away from her with forearms to the midsection. Jenna staggers backwards and Michelle runs off the ropes and connects the back of Jenna’s head on the canvas with a running STO. She goes for the cover: 1 – 2 – Jenna Mourey kicks out. She leans down and grabs a handful of Jenna’s hair as she lifts her up to her knees. ] Barry Keenan: Michelle is back in control of this match and she’s looking for redemption. Jarred Daniels: She is making her way to the corner; this is not good for Jenna. [ She drags Jenna to the corner and starts to climb up to the second rope with Jenna’s head in between her arm and midsection. She leaps off the second rope and drills the top of her head in the canvas with a tornado DDT. ] Barry Keenan: The Seeing Stars! [ Michelle covers, 1 – 2 – 3! Michelle kneels up with her arms raised high as “Queen of Reich” starts to play over the p.a. system. ] Jessica Towers: Here is your winner by pin-fall… MISS MICHELLE!! Jarred Daniels: Miss Michelle has broken the curse once again, but can she keep it up this time? I’d take anybody as number one contender as long as they beat Kandi! Barry Keenan: What’s your problem with Kandi Jarred!? [ Miss Michelle is up to her feet and she blows a kiss to the booing crowd as she flips her hair over the shoulder. She walks over to the ropes and steps over the second rope, hopping down off the apron as she starts to strut up the ramp. The cameras fade to the backstage area. ] ***
-=SHOWING OFF WITH THE CHAMP!=- *** Jessica Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first, weighing in at six feet even, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds...this is "The Show-off" Cameron Matthews! -"Greatness" by Drake hits and the fans go mixed as Cameron Matthews steps up on the stage. He looks out at the crowd with a smirk and makes his way down the aisle jawing at the fans.- Jessica Towers: And his opponent...he is the NEWWWW CZW X-Division Champion....Wes...HARTLEY! -"Releasing the Demons" by Godsmack hits...the fans are all over Wes Hartley as he marches out of the back with the X-Division title around his waist. He keeps his eyes focused on the ring...all business.- Daniels: Here is a man that has certainly changed, Barry...Wes Hartley showed his true colors at Desperate Times when he attacked the former champion Krimzon Blaze after the bell. Keenan: Wes was making a statement. He's here to fight. He's here to fight for his family and anyone that gets in his way, well...you saw what happened. Let that be a lesson to the rest of the locker room! -Wes is on the apron now...he wipes his feet still staring at Matthews as the show-off bounces back and forth on his feet. Wes unsnaps his X-Division title and holds it up high...the fans BOOOOO. Wes steps through the ropes and shoves the X-Division title into the referee's chest...the ref takes it and walks to the other side of the ring handing it off to the timekeeper.- Daniels: This isn't a title match, remember...but if the show off can manage to beat the champion tonight, then he'll have a hell of a case for getting one. Keenan: Yeah, that's probably not going to happen. Wes Hartley is a wrestling machine, just you watch! Daniels: I'm well aware of Hartley's ring prowess... DING DING DING Daniels: There's the bell, and we're off! Hartley and Matthews circling here...Hartley shoots for the leg and Matthews sidesteps...Matthews doesn't want to get caught in a grapple by Wes Hartley this early on. Keenan: Stick and move, kid! That's your only hope! Daniels: Wes Hartley and Cameron Matthews still circling here, sizing each other up...Cameron Matthews with a smirk...goes for the collar and elbow...Hartley ducks it and spins around locking his arms around Matthews' waist! Keenan: Matthews trying to push Hartley off...nope...Hartley has a hell of a grip on him. -Matthews struggles in Hartley's grasp. Wes picks him up and turns to the side, dropping him on his stomach! Hartley spins around on Matthews' back and cinches up a headlock.- Daniels: That fast...that fast Wes Hartley can put you on the mat, and Cameron Matthews is in trouble. Keenan: Matthews kicking his leg up and down...trying to roll over...and...he's got Hartley over halfway... Daniels: Cameron Matthews...bringing rapid fire elbows to the side of Wes Hartley's head forcing him to let go! Keenan: Matthews scrambles up...stomp to Hartley's midsection...and another! -Matthews eggs Hartley on...he runs his hands through his hair and flicks his sweat on the X-Division Champion before delivering another stomp - a stomp that gets caught in Hartley's grasp!- Daniels: The show off doing just that, but he just gave Wes an opportunity...Hartley back up to his feet already...Matthews begging him not to - Hartley with a dragon screw puts Matthews right back down on the mat! Keenan: Wuh oh...Hartley holding on...grabs Matthews' other legs...he...he's already going for that inverted cloverleaf! -Matthews freaks out! He tries wiggling his legs away...he reaches up and yanks down on Wes, wrapping him up in a small package!- Daniels: Wait a second! Pin attempt! Pin attempt by the show off! ONE! - - - - - -Wes kicks out...Matthews rolls out of the ring!- Daniels: Wes Hartley went for his submission early...but Cameron Matthews turned it into a small package. It wasn't close but Matthews clearly isn't going to lie down here, and...wait a second... -The shot cuts to the second level...someone's coming down the stairs.- Daniels: Why are we cutting to this? What...oh... -There's a man with no hair wearing a hospital gown coming down the steps...he's using an IV pole for balance...both Wes and Cameron watch as he pretends to struggle his way down the steps.- Daniels: What in the hell is this. Keenan: Oh boy... -The man moves through the crowd with security's help...he hobbles to the front row and it's clear that he's wearing a bald cap and makeup...the fans are confused, but some of them get it...and they shit all over him!!!!- Daniels: This is disgusting. Keenan: That's Decker Watts, isn't it? Daniels: Yes it is...the CEW nobody that answered Wes Hartley's challenge last week...these two will face off at Ultraviolent Retribution...and Decker Watts is here tonight dressed as...I'm not even going to say it. Keenan: He's dressed up like a cancer patient. Daniels: Let's get back to the match. -Wes stands with his hands on his hips in the ring...he looks confused...Matthews doesn't apperciate the interruption either.- Daniels: Wes Hartley looking on here...he...wait Wes Hartley bounding out of the ring...GRABS CAMERON MATTHEWS BY THE HAIR...Wes Hartley looking directly at Watts here...SLAMS MATTHEWS' HEAD FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! -The fans like that!!!!- Daniels: Wes Hartley...SUDDENLY A HOUSE OF FIRE...DRAGS CAMERON MATTHEWS BACK UP BY HIS HAIR...TURNS HIM AROUND AND FIRES HIM BY HIS WRIST...GUT FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE AGAIN! -The barricade folds hard with the impact! Wes grabs Cameron by the head with both hands...yanks him in and puts his head between his legs...hooks the arms...- Daniels: GOOD LORD...DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER ON THE OUTSIDE...CAMERON MATTHEWS JUST BOUNCED UP INTO THE AIR OFF OF HARTLEY'S KNEE AND LANDED FLAT ON THE CONCRETE! -The fans are loud and mixed in their reaction! Matthews bellows in pain!- Keenan: Wow, this is getting nasty quick... Daniels: Decker Watts may be thinking twice about coming out here...his plan to put Wes Hartley off his game may have backfired. Watts ducking down behind the barricade now...Wes Hartley walking over...Wes Hartley...with a smile...Decker begging him not to hurt him...this man is a joke. Keenan: Wes Hartley is unfazed by his appearance here at Overdrive...if anything it's made him more vicious...and he - ohhh! Look at that...Wes just doubled over...I think...I think he must be feeling a little sick! Daniels: That's crap...MATTHEWS just blasted him with a low blow!!!! Keenan: No, I think Hartley just had some bad thai. -Cameron Matthews grabs Wes Hartley by the back of his head and by the tights and throws him back into the ring. He points at Watts and tells him to back off...he gingerly slides back into the ring. The fans are all over every man!- Daniels: Cameron Matthews drops down and clamps on a chinlock...the ref there checking on Wes Hartley's airway...Matthews spins it around into a headlock and pushes him down to the mat...and...Matthews...he's...look at this... Keenan: Cameron Matthews with a headstand while he still has Wes Hartley in a headlock...totally original! Daniels: Matthews showing off yet again... -Cameron Matthews is perfectly balanced...he drops down to his knees with a smile...but Wes Hartley comes to life on his own knees and breaks out of the headlock, grabbing Matthews by the back of the head ramming elbows into his face!- Daniels: Matthews again done in by his showing off! Wes Hartley is drilling him with elbows...five...six...Matthews trying to wrench himself free... Keenan: Hartley up to his feet...fires into the ropes and rebounds as Matthews comes to his feet...FLYING YAKUZA KICK TO THE FACE OF CAMERON MATTHEWS!!!!! -The fans actually pop for it!!! Matthews lands on the back of his head and rolls up to his feet!- Daniels: What an impact!!!! Matthews bounced right back up to his feet here...Hartley on him again...grabs Matthews by the neck...THE OTHER HAND ON HIS WAIST...EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!!! Keenan: Holy cow... Daniels: Matthews laid out...Wes Hartley climbing up on the turnbuckle...he looks out at that IDIOT in the front row...WES HARTLEY WILL FLY...FRONT FLIP DIVING LEG DROP!!!!! -THE FANS ARE LOUD AS HELL!!!!!- Daniels: My GOD...WES HARTLEY JUST RUNNING ROUGHSHOT OVER CAMERON MATTHEWS...he grabs the show off by both legs and drags him over to the center of the ring...Wes Hartley...HE'S GOING FOR THAT INVERTED CLOVERLEAF AGAIN...AND...HE'S GOT IT!!!! Keenan: He's looking right at Decker Watts too! Wes Hartley wrenching back...Matthews...has nowhere to go...and he taps out!!!! Wes Hartley just tapped Cameron Matthews out!!!! DING DING DING Daniels: Cameron Matthews tapped out by the X-Division Champion here...there's no shame in that....but Hartley isn't letting go. Wes Hartley staring daggers through Decker Watts as he keeps that hold locked on...and the referee is trying to get him off! Keenan: Look out! Watts just hopped the barricade! -Decker Watts throws his IV pole into the ring...he slides in...Wes spots him immediately and releases Matthews.- Daniels: Decker stops dead in his tracks...Wes Hartley looking right at him AND HE LUNGES FOR WATTS... Keenan: Watts rolled out just in time! -The fans are hot at both men! Decker frantically backs up the entry way...Wes Hartley leans over the ropes and then sits on the middle one telling Decker to come back in...the ref walks over hands him his belt and tells him to get lost...Wes jukes at him and the ref falls backwards.- Daniels: Wes Hartley is not a man to toy with, and Decker Watts almost had his clock cleaned by the X-Division champion here tonight...at Ultraviolent Retribution I think this CEW "megastar" is in for the beating of a lifetime. -Watts is near the entrance now...security comes out to walk him back...Wes holds the X-Division title up...a hint of a smile on his face...- ***
-=NASTY MODELS!=- *** Daniels: Well coming up next we have two people coming off very impressive wins at Desperate Times. "The Model" Christien Belanger takes on Mr. Money in the Bank right now himself. "The South Beach Specimen" Big Nasty. Keenan: Can't help but like this team of Blaze and Belanger. However, Nasty is on the roll of his life in CZW but Belanger could have a great equalizer in hsi corner with Brian Blaze expected to be out here with him. Just then "Do You Think I'm Sexy" By Cristangelo begins to play as Christien Belanger dances his way onto the stage and he is closely followed by a strutting Brian Blaze. The two men then high five at the top of the walk way as they make their way to the ring to a chorus of boos. Jessica: Making his way tot he rign he is accompanied by Brian Blaze. He is on half of the CZW Tag Team Champions. The Model CHRISTIEN BELANGER! Christien jumps into the ring as he puts his hands behind hsi head and starts to gyrate his hips as the fans keep booing and Brian makes his way over to the commentary table. Keenan: Well this is a treat we are being joing by The Talent himself Brian Blaze! Welcome, Brian! Brian: Thank you Barry the pleasure is all yours. Just then Battery by Metallica hits and the fans are cheering as Big Nasty makes his way from behind the curtain much to the delight of the fans. Jessica: And his opponent, he is from South Beach, Florida. He is also the current Money in the Bank holder. The South Beach Specimen BIG NASTY! Nasty gets up onto the ring apron and Christien doesn't wait goes and hits an immediate dropkick on Nasty knocking him off the apron. Daniels: Christien not even letting Big Nasty get into the ring he instantly goes for a drop kick. Nasty not really phased gets back up onto the apron and his hit with another quick dropkick. Nasty now no longer wasting time as he slides into the ring under the bottom rope and Christien is right on top as he is hammering down on Nasty's back with clubbing blows. However they don't appear to be that effective and Nasty is back on his feet and Christien looks like he has just seen a ghost! Keenan: Christien had the right idea with that game plan he just however should have been hitting Nasty with some crowbars to keep him down! Brian: Christien is going to be fine. We went over some game plan. He's got Nasty right where he wants him. Daniels: Nasty now grabs Christien by the throat and throws him into the corner. Nasty now unloading on Christien with rights and lefts and knees to the midsection and Christien is in a real bad place. Nasty now takes a few steps back and he runs and goes for a Big Splash but Christien gets out of the way! Christien now running and bounces off the ropes. He comes in and goes for a cross body splash but uh oh. Keenan: Is this also a part of your game plan Mr. Blaze? Brian: Nope Christien is just in for a world of hurt right now! Daniels: Nasty catches Christien and is now parading around the ring with him to the delight of the fans here in Gran Rapids, Michigan. He lifts Christien up over his shoulder and absolutely flattens him with a HUGE powerslam! Nasty stays on for the cover 1.......2.......Christien kicks out! Brian: Christien is a lot tougher than ya think. Going to take a lot more than that to put him away. Keenan: He is a champion after all. However Christien is going to have to work a lot harder to get the big man off his feet. Daniels: Nasty now gets Christien to his feet as Christien is on the complete defensive and pokes Nasty in the eye! Nasty phased a bit by that as the referee is after Christien and Christien is acting like he did nothing wrong. Now Nasty once again has Christien by the throat as Christien is grabbing the referee! Keenan: Smart by Christien. He can't be picked up by Nasty as long as he has a hand full of ref shirt. Brian: EVEN BETTER BY CHRISTIEN RIGHT THERE! Daniels: Christien with a BLATANT low blow but the referee doesn't see it as he is all turned around after getting what I'm sure was "accidentally bumped" by Christien. Brian: It was obvious an accident. Christien was being choked by a giant and he never did anything so if Christien hit the ref it was an obvious accident. Keenan: I would believe that makes complete sense! Daniels: Well Nasty is now down on one knee as Christien hits a big time European Uppercut. He then takes a step back and NAILS Nasty with that Superkick he calls Lookin' Fine! Keenan: Now Nasty is down! Christien with the cover 1......2......Nasty powers out wow! Daniels: Nasty sent Bleanger flying through the air witht hat kick out! Brian: Yeah but look at The Model. He is relentless. He is staying right on top of Nasty with vicious knees to the head. Daniels: Absolutely Christien is not letting up as he gets some big kicks into the ribs and goes for another cover 1.....2.... Nasty gets the shoulder up this time. Keenan: What he's doing is clearly working. There wasn't a giant kick out like last time! Daniels: Christien now wondering what he has to do. He gives up a lot of size as Nasty is starting to stir around. Nasty is getting up and on one knee as Christien gets a Sleeper hold in! This could be it! Christien has worn Nasty out and now Nasty could be fading. Oh no looks Nasty is on his feet and Christien jumps up. He has that sleeper in deep as Nasty backs into the corner but Christien is still holding on! Brian: THAT'S RIGHT YOU HANDSOME BASTARD! DON'T LET GO! Daniels: Nasty now runs and smashes Christien into another corner but Christien is holding on. Nasty now fading as he is down to one knee. This could be it he could be out the referee comes over and raises a arm. It falls! He raises another arm and it doesn't fall it's still up and these fans are chanting Nasty's Name! Brian: Yeah they're chanting Christien's name! Daniels: Not what I said at all. Brian: WHAT DO YOU KNOW NERD! Keenan: I know it looks like Christien is in trouble. Nasty now with some elbows to the gut of Christien and now pushes Christien off and Christien runs off the ropes. He bounces back and is met with a spear from Big Nasty! Brian: Damn Nasty! Daniels: Here we go! Nasty using this time to catch his breath and Christien starting to stir as well. Both men on their feet as Christien runs at Nasty and.... Keenan: HUGE Flapjack from Nasty there! Brian: Men were not made to be that high off the ground and hit with that big of a thud! Daniels: Nasty though isn't letting up. He gets Christien up and whips him into the corner. Nasty isn't far behind and htis a HUGE splash into the corner! Christien stumbles out and Nasty hits Christien with a Big Boot and Christien rolls to the outside of the ring. Wait where are you going! Keenan: He's going to help his friend man don't worry about it! Daniels: Brian going over to check on Christien as he is trying to wake him up and is having some success! Christien begins to move around a bit as Brian is now in the ring! What is this fool doing?!? Keenan: What ever he is doing he absolutely means business as he throws his Blazer off and he is right in Big Nasty's face. Look at Christien! He is reaching under the ring and is grabbing a steel chair! Daniels: Brian has Big Nasty distracted and the referee who is trying to get him out of the ring. Christien rolls into the ring as Brian moves the referee out of the way and is goign for the Tony Danza! Keenan: Oh god no! Daniels: Nasty side stepped and Christien just took that steel chair right in the face after that vicious Sick Kick from his own tag team partner! Keenan: Brian rolls out of the ring as Nasty lifts Christien to his feet and hits him with the Nasty Bomb! Cover 1.........2..............3! The bell rings as Nasty stands up and the referee raises his hands and Brian rolls back into the ring as Battery is playing in the arena! Jessica: Here is your winner, The South beach Specimen BIIIIIIIIIIG NAAAAAAAAAAAASSSTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! Daniels: Nasty picks up the win with the assist from Brian Blaze as Christien is still out. Blaze is looking down at what he did and he looks over at Nasty who is staring back at Blaze. Blaze simply shrugs and leaves his partner knocked out in the ring! Keenan: Christien will make his way to the back when he wakes up. More importantly, Nasty keeps his roll going and comes away with a big win over one half of the Tag Team Champions! *** Mike King is standing in front of the CZW Interview center rubbing the CZW Intercontinental title. He does not look happy. King: "For the last few months, CZW has been at war CZW had its sights set on Ryan Shane whether it was El Pablo leading the CZW or myself leading the Wayward Sons, we had the same goal but different motives. However CZW was doomed from inside. I did not expect that El Pablo would turn his back on CZW. I did not expect anything like that from him but now he is an enemy of the state. Sure he brought about change but the fact is he turned his back on CZW and sided with Ryan Shane. As I am the highest ranking champion that is true to CZW, I know what I must do. I must apologize for what I've said and done in the past. I've claimed that many CZW wrestlers only returned for glory runs and I am quite honest I am sorry about what I have said. The fact s now we have to move on and work together. Divided we fall, but united we will overcome." King looks at the Intercontinental title. King: "As for my title, I need challengers. William Masters, I want you to listen to me. I have only defended this title once, since winning it. That is not good enough. By this point I failed in m third defense during my previous reign. I should defend the title more often. The fans deserves it and I deserve it. I am willing to defend against all comers. If Crypt wants a shot, I'll give him one. If El Pablo wants it, I'll defend against him. If men like Eric Collum or Tim Timmons want to get a shot, I'll grant it. Hell, someone outside who wants it can have it. I will defend it against anyone to cement my legacy as the best CZW Intercontinental champion. I know I am, now it is time to prove it." King turns and walks away from the interview center as the scene ends. ***
-=LARGE KANDI!=- *** TOWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one falls and it is a non-title Queen of Combat Championship match. Introducing first…” “Get Naked” by Method of Mayhem starts to play over the speaker’s system. DANIELS: “It looks like our champion will be making her way to the ring first and I have to say I believed she was a dead woman at Desperate Times, Barry.” KEENAN: “All good champions figure out a way to keep their championships regardless of the situation and she did exactly that Jarred.” Kandi Washington along with Ice struts out from behind the entrance curtains with her Queen of Combat title in hands as she poses at the top of the ramp and lifts it above her head as she waves it from side to side. She lowers it down to her shoulder, draping it across as she starts to strut down the ramp with her hand on her hip. She makes her way down the ramp, ignoring the booing crowd as Ice is in close pursuit behind her. She makes her way down to the ringside area and quickly hustles up the steps as she makes her way along the apron. She lowers her title in front of her, ducks down, and steps between the second and first ropes as she enters the ring. TOWERS: “She is accompanied by the ice queen Ice and billed from Las Vegas, Nevada—she is the current Combat Zone Wrestling’s Queen of Combat Champion… Kandi Washington!! KEENAN: “She’s one of the hotter CZW Queen of Combats and there’s no denying that Jarred. She’s giving the title meaning again!” TOWERS: “And introducing her opponent…” “Warrior” by Disturbed hits through the p.a. system as the lights dims down and there’s a mixed reaction from the crowd. DANIELS: “How do you figure Barry?” Stheno slowly steps out from behind the entrance curtains with her eyes focused down on the ring as Kandi is hurdled in her corner talking to Ice through the ropes. Stheno adjusts her wristbands as she starts to stomp her feet down the ramp. She makes her way down the ramp and extends her hand to the ropes as she pulls herself on the ring apron. She steps through the second ropes and starts to go across the ring toward Kandi until referee Stephanie Dee steps in front of her and restrains Stheno the best she can. KEENAN: “This is one woman I would hate to be in the ring with. She’s a beast of a woman Jarred!” TOWERS: “The following participant is billed from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at 272 pounds… she is Stheno!” DANIELS: “Kandi will not be able to use her tactics to rack in a win here tonight. Let’s see how she gets herself out of this one.” -ding, ding- The match quickly starts off with the larger competitor Stheno making her way across the ring toward Kandi. Kandi fearfully cowards in the corner as Stheno wastes no time clamping her hands around her throat as she drags her out from the corner. She leans down, lifts her up from between her legs, and lifts her high above the head with a huge scoop slam. Kandi arches off her back and cries out in pain. DANIELS: “This match however is not going to pretty for the champion. It’s sink or swim and I think she’ll sink.” Stheno leans down and grips her by the hair as she brings Kandi up to her feet. She breaks the hold and grabs her wrist, whipping Kandi across the ring into the ropes. As Kandi bounces off the ropes, Stheno meets her with a body avalanche. Kandi flings back and falls to the canvas. She manages to climb up to her feet, but Stheno knocks her back down with a spinning backfist to the jawbone. Kandi is sitting up, holding her jaw. KEENAN: “Stheno may have broken Kandi’s jaw right there.” Kandi is holding onto the ropes when Stheno leans down and grabs her by the ankles. Stheno pulls her away from the ropes and drops her ass first in the middle of the ring. Kandi has no choice than to stand up while nursing her backside and Stheno whips her into the ropes. Kandi bounces off the ropes and Stheno flips her up by the leg and drops her face first on the mat with a giant flapjack. DANIELS: “Kandi’s pretty face is being rearranged tonight Barry. I think we may have found our new number one contender.” As Kandi is holding her face, Stheno leans down above her head and starts to lift her up to her feet. Kandi reaches deep down inside her and slaps Stheno hard across the face. Stheno stares at her with a bionic smile on her face and clutches her hands around Kandi’s throat. She lifts her up with a double chokebomb pin and quickly goes in for the cover. KEENAN: “The champion looks completely out of it!” DANIELS: “Her back may have just snapped in half.” The referee doesn’t immediate start to count because she’s being distracted by Jake Wakefield who has ran down from the back. Stephanie is screaming at him to get away from the ringside area as Stheno notices what’s going on. She pushes herself up off the mat and starts her way toward Jake. DANIELS: “Why would he even bother to come down here?” KEENAN: “He’s helping out his girlfriend or whatever she is to him!” Before she can make her way across the ring, Ice had slid inside the ring and she spins Stheno around by the arm, but Stheno attempts a spinning backfist, which backfires when Ice ducks under it. She grabs Stheno from around the throat and lifts her up with a giant chokeslam in the ring. Jake is not forcefully trying to enter the ring and holding onto Stephanie’s shoulders. DANIELS: “Did Ice just really do that!?” She lifts Stheno up to her feet and she picks her up in a hangman form, then drops her with a hangman DDT. KEENAN: “Stheno has just been laid out with the Ice Pick! She’s got to be out cold and Ice is quickly exiting the ring.” When Ice has left the ring, Jake hops off the apron as Kandi is crawling over to a fallen Stheno. She throats her arm over the chest and her head flops to the mat. Stephanie slides down: ONE… TWO… THREE! KEENAN: “The champion did it!” DANIELS: “With help from Jake Wakefield and Ice. She manages to barely slip out with her undefeated streak intact. I can’t believe it!” TOWERS: “Here is your winner… the first lady of wrestling… Kandi Washington!” Ice and Jake reenter the ring as Jake walks over to pick Kandi up from her waist. She lifts her up in his arms as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Get Naked” is barely as he starts to make his way out of the ring to the sounds of boos filling the arena. DANIELS: “I am appalled Jake would snoop to such a level to cost a woman her match against his girlfriend!” KEENAN: “Kandi has always told us she is a brand and everybody around her is protecting it. Why would he be any different?” DANIELS: “I’m waiting for the day for somebody to beat her and give her a dose of her own medicine.” *** We cut to a shot of the backstage area, where we’re meted with the smug, unimpressed face of the new owner of CZW, William Masters. Masters walks, hands behind his back, toward the entrance area, preparing to address the CZW Nation for the first time as owner. He continues on a slow stride, ignoring the crew that wish him well and greet him as they pass. He is suddenly stopped by hand against his chest from off-screen, pausing with a puzzled look on his face, before turning to the source of the hand. The camera zooms out, taking in the faces of El Pablo, Eric Collum, Cristal, Cassidy, and Ryan shane, Deus eX Machina. Pablo lowers his hand, flashing a smirk to the new owner. Masters collects himself, clearing his throat before speaking. Masters: “Gentlemen, ladies. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Collum eyes Masters for a moment. Collum: “Where you going, Masters?” Masters’ confused façade is only deepened. Masters: “I’m simply on my way to address the people.” Masters is abruptly cut off by the World Champion, who pets his title before looking up to the Englishman from under aviator shades. Shane: “The people didn’t hand you a new office now, did they?” Shane leaves the wall he is leaning on, walking closer to Masters until their faces are mere inches away. Shane: “William, you knew what this was when we contacted you. You do not work for those people out there…..” Shane motions to the entrance way, a loud wave of boos being heard even from where they were from the fans in attendance. Shane: “You work for us. Understood?” Masters stares at Shane for a brief moment, then takes the time to look to the remaining members of DXM, who all return the look with an arrogant smirk of their own. Without another word, Masters nods to them, turning around and beginning his way back where he came, the black and blue ensemble following him. ***
-=FORMER CHAMPION RETURNS!=- *** "Taking You Down" booms out through the arena as Eric Collum heads out to the arena, some of the fans in attendance cheering him on while a large majority of the crowd boos. Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first; making his return to CZW; he hails from Houston, TX; weighting in tonight at 215 pounds; representing Deus eX Machina; 'The Human Highlight Reel,' ERIC COLLUM!!" Collum interacts with the fans as he makes his way down, and then climbs into the ring as "Warning" kicks in. Boulder heads out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos. Towers: "And his opponent; hailing from Brooklyn, NY; weighting in tonight at 326 pounds; he is 'The Beast From Brooklyn;' BOULDER!!" More boos as Boulder makes his way to the ring, walking up the steps and entering, the two men facing off in a stare-down immediately. Towers exits the ring and the referee calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Daniels: "Here we go, Boulder vs. Eric Collum." Masters: "This should be an instant classic." Eric Collum and Boulder immediately lock up, with Eric taking control with a side headlock. He pulls him over his hip to the mat, holding him down. He cinches in the hold, but Boulder powers his way to his feet. After a moment, Boulder shoves Collum to the ropes and takes him down with a big shoulder-block on the rebound! The crowd boos Boulder as he grins down at Collum, flexing his arms. Daniels: "Boulder showing his power there!" Masters: "Boulder is the man!" Daniels: "Though I was shocked that Collum got some cheers." Masters: "Seems like there are either DXM fans or there are people happy to see him back." Daniels: "I was happy to see him back but then he had to join Ryan Shane. That makes me sick." Collum rises and they go for the lock up again, and Boulder powers him into the corner, immediately driving a series of shoulder-blocks to Collum’'s midsection! He stands and pulls Collum out of the corner, tossing him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Boulder poses to the jeering fans again before moving back after Eric, but the gesture costs him time. Collum lays in with some fists as Boulder pulls him to his feet. Daniels: "Eric Collum firing back now!" Collum with three punches to the head, rocking Boulder back. Boulder blocks the fourth and swings with an attempt at the WTF. Collum blocks and hooks the arm. He drops Boulder with an armdrag takedown. Boulder gets back up and rocked with a dropkick taking Boulder to his knees. Collum quickly rolls to his feet and charges at Boulder, nailing him as he starts to rise with a shining wizard. Collum runs into the ropes and goes for a lionsault but Boulder rolls out of the way. Collum lands on his feet. Masters: "Nice display of athleticism by Eric Collum." Daniels: "Right. I cannot deny it." Masters: "Can you be any less partial." Collum grabs the recovering Boulder from behind and locks in an octopus stretch! Daniels: "Boulder is in trouble here! He’s in the center of the ring!" Collum keeps the hold locked in for several moments, but then in an incredible display of power, Boulder heaves him off with a hip-toss. Collum gets back up and rocked with a hard forearm shot to the head. Boulder nails Collum with another forearm and another. Boulder grabs Collum by the legs and drops him with a spinebuster. Masters: "Nice spinebuster by Boulder." Boulder picks Collum and throws him into the ropes. Boulder goes for a clothesline but Collum ducks. Collum runs into the ropes and spring off with a cross body block but Boulder catches him and instantly tosses him back with a fallaway slam. Boulder pulls Collum up and hooks his arms behind his back. He hoists him up and drives him to the mat with a sit-out powerbomb Daniels: "Nice powerbomb." Masters: "Looks like Boulder is holding on for a pin attempt." 1! - - - 2! - - - Kick-out! Daniels: "Collum’s not done for yet!" Masters: "Collum will not stay down" Boulder pulls Collum to his feet and whips him in, lifting him in a military press! He holds him aloft for several moments before planting him onto the canvas. He flexes again, grinning out to the crowd as they boo him mercilessly. As he turns around, Collum nips up into an STO, catching Boulder off guard. Collum quickly goes for the cover! 1! - - - 2! - - - Kick-out! Daniels: "So close!" Both men rise slowly, slugging it out. Boulder quickly takes control, punching him back to the ropes. He whips him to the far side, swinging a clothesline! Collum rolls under the attack and retaliates with a dropkick! Boulder falls and quickly moves to his feet, but Collum is ready! He grabs Boulder by the arms! Masters: "Collum looking for the Collumbine." Daniels: "This will end it if he can hit it." Collum tries to lift the heavy opponent up but Boulder pushes Collum off, grabbing Collum by the waist and taking him over with a Northern Lights suplex! Boulder is up now, and he drags Collum to his feet, throwing him into the corner. He lifts him to a seated position at the top and climbs up after him. He goes for a superplex but Collum pushes Boulder off, sending him sprawling face-first to the mat! He repositions himself as Boulder rises, and leaps off dropping Boulder with a missile dropkick. Masters: "Nice missile dropkick by Collum." Daniels: "Well I don't want to agree with him but I must." Masters: "You should agree with me more often, I write your checks." Collum rains down several shots to the head and back of Boulder, forcing him into the corner. He whips him to the far corner, but Boulder reverses and launches Collum back into the other corner with authority. Collum bounces out and Boulder seizes control with a lariat. Boulder signals for the end. Daniels: "Here it comes, Masters, Burning Hammer!!" He grabs Collum, and lifts him up into a torture rack… Masters: "No! Reversal by Collum!!" Eric rolls out of the move, falling down behind Boulder and rolling him up with a school boy!! 1! - - - 2!! - - - Kickout Boulder gets up but right into a superkick while kneeling. Boulder is out and is being dragged towards the turnbuckle. Daniels: "I don't like this." Masters: "What do you mean? We are going to see the Aerial Revolution right here." Collum stops dragging and climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off his 630 senton. Daniels: "Aerial Revolution the former CZW World Champion nailed it." Masters: "It is academic." 1! - - - 2!! - - - 3!!! DING! DING! DING! Collum gets off of Boulder and raises his arms in the air. Towers: "Here is your winner, Eric Collum." Collum walks out of the ring. Daniels: "It looks like Eric Collum is back to form, no ring rust what so ever." ***
-=MAIN EVENT!=- *** “Carry on my Wayward Son” blasts on over the speakers, picking up a loud ovation from the fans in attendance! After a few seconds, the team of Mike King and Daniel Ward appear onto the stage! King raises the Intercontinental title high overhead, as Ward unzips his Union flag jacket, revealing the Television Championship worn backwards around his waist. He flicks a V to the crowd! Jessica Towers: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Buckeye Arizona and Cambridge, England respectively! They weigh in at a combined weight of 435lbs! The CZW Intercontinental Champion, “The Egoist” Mike King, and the CZW Television Champion, “The British Lion” Daniel Ward! The Waywaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard Sooooooons!” Daniels: “The Wayward Sons are looking good with their gold tonight, Barry! The two men who are the very best in their respective divisions now teaming up tonight, just like how the faction of the Wayward Sons started!” Keenan: “They can have all the gold in the world, but they don’t have THE gold! King and Ward can enjoy being the very best to hold second and third place!” Daniels: “I know you’ve been away for some time, Barry, but let me catch you up on something. The Sons are known for taking the doubters and proving them wrong. It’s what they do, so your mocking will come back to bite you in the end!” Keenan: “It’s not the only thing that can bite me right now.” King slides under the bottom rope while Ward walks along the outside, swinging himself under the bottom rope and facing the fans. King stands over Ward, holding his title in the air again to a loud round of cheers. Both men rise to their feet, handing over their titles to the outside before preparing for their match. “Carry on my Wayward Sons” begins to die down. There is a low chatter amongst the fans, followed by a wave of mixed boos and cheers, the boos outweighing the positive reaction, as the opening guitars of “In the City” by Kevin Rudolf shred onto the speakers. The lights in the arena are flooded with shades of blue and white, prompting the entrance of Ryan Shane and El Pablo. Both men wear similar sleeveless black and blue hoodies, Pablo’s reading “#Heelpose” across the back, while Ryan’s reads “Champion” across the front of the hood. The ladies each wear blue dresses, Cristal sporting the DXM variation of her mask. Shane unbuckles the defaced CZW World Championship and holds it in his hand, turning to face his partner before holding up a fist. Pablo punches his own into Shane’s, setting off a blast of blue pyro! Jessica Towers: “And introducing the opponents! Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Cassidy Fontaine and “The Machina Mistress” Cristal! From Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada and The Ikebukuro District of Tijuana, England respectively! Weighing in at a combined weight of 420lbs! They are the team of “The Machina Dragon” El Pablo, and The CZW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Straight Edge Curse” Ryan Shane! They are DXM, DEUS EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX MAAAACHINA!” Keenan: ”The Machine has been activated! Tell me, Jarred. Have you ever, and I mean ever seen a more impressive looking team in CZW, no, professional wrestling than Deus eX Machina?” Daniels: “They’d be much more impressive if they didn’t count on sneak attacks and secret plots to get what they wanted.” Keenan: “It’s not about the journey, it’s about the destination! DXM has full control of the company now, and with the best names in the world, El Pablo, Eric Collum, and oh yeah, THE WORLD CHAMPION Ryan Shane at the helm, there’s nothing but a bright future coming our way!” Shane and Pablo leave their girlfriends at ringside as they climb onto the apron, both men leaping over the top rope and then to the center rope, looking out into the crowd! Pablo holds his hands out at his sides, while Shane raises the world title overhead. The music dies down as they leap back into the ring, Shane handing the world title over to the outside. Both sides engage in a spot of last-minute strategising, as El Pablo and Mike King step out onto their respective corners of the apron. From out of the raucous cluster of boos and whistling being directed squarely at the DXM members, a rather-more clear and definable "YOU SOLD OUT!" chat begins to emerge, growing steadily in volume and intensity as more and more fans seize upon the opportunity to join in. DANIELS: You can hear these CZW fans.. letting El Pablo - their former hero - know EXACTLY how they feel about his actions at Desperate Times.. and his decision to join forces with Beelzebub himself, Ryan Shane! KEENAN: Naive to their own fear of change, Jarred, that's what these CZW fans are! Derek Damage had proven, time and time again, that he was woefully and utterly incapable of managing CZW to any kind of operational success... this company badly, desperately needed a change, and I for one APPLAUD El Pablo for finally coming to his senses after all these years, and working with Deus eX Machina to successfully engineer that change, and set CZW right back on the road to achieving its true potential.. again! The chants finally grow to the point where they seem to attract the attention of El Pablo, who turns and leans back against the ropes, a smirk on his face as he looks around the room at the fans continuing to vent their frustrations in his direction. DANIELS: Well, I'm certainly not gonna sit here and say that Derek Damage was everybody's favourite Chairman in the world... but come on, Barry.. since day one in this company, Ryan Shane has shown nothing short of OBSESSION with razing this great company to the ground! KEENAN: He was trying to destroy Damage's VISION of CZW, Jarred.. not CZW itself.. there's a very big difference that you and these caterwauling fans standing around us are apparently unable to make out! EP maintains his stance on the apron, as Shane begins speaking close to his ear. After almost a minute of doing pretty-much nothing, EP suddenly bursts into action, dropping down off the apron and marching over to the timekeeper's area. DANIELS: What is this, now? Without saying a word, EP grabs a microphone laying atop the bellringer's table... then snatches the bell itself away as well, carrying it back over to the ring as the boos once again reverberate around the room. DANIELS: WHAT THE- ..El Pablo just stole the ring bell!!! KEENAN: And a microphone... I guess he wants to give these people a piece of his mind before we get underway here! EP dumps the bell on the apron, then climbs back up the ringsteps, as Shane exchanges a bout of smack-talk with both Wayward Sons and the referee. EP climbs right up onto the second turnbuckle, and glares out into the crowd as he raises the microphone to his lips. EL PABLO: Okay.. it seems that you guys and I are suffering a little bit of "crossed wires" here... because I'm pretty certain I just spent the last five years of my life selling out at every available opportunity - to the detriment of my wrestling career, I might add - and I didn't hear a fucking peep from a single one of you then... but, suddenly now.. when I've actually made a conscious decision NOT to plaster my face on any billboard or box of cereal that slides my way along the corporate conveyor belt.. NOW you're all clamouring to stand right there in the front row and chant "YOU SOLD OUT, YOU SOLD OUT" at me!? Fuck, video game stores and concert venues must LOVE you guys, because it's very fucking apparent that the definition of "Sold Out" means absolutely nothing to any of you! A fresh round of boos makes its way around the room, as EP turns down to glance at Shane with a smirk upon his face. EL PABLO: But, hey.. I guess I'm just kinda glad you guys are even acknowledging me at all... especially considering there certainly hasn't been any real lasting, meaningful acknowledgement of ANY of the sacrifices.. any of the trials, tribulations and emotional and physical hardships that I've put myself through to try and keep you people happy over the last five years! DANIELS: What the hell does he mean by that? More boos, although there is also a considerable amount of confusion amongst the fans, as EP hops down off the turnbuckle and begins to pace back and forth along the apron. EL PABLO: Oh sure, you can all sit there with your cock-eyed and confused, "What's he talkin' about?" faces... but ask yourselves this; whenever any of you have had a conversation about the best.. or the most talented.. or the most technically-proficient wrestlers that have laced up and thrown down inside a CZW ring over the years... how many of you went and put the name "El Pablo" right at the top of the list? In fact, how many of you even had my name cross your mind AT ALL before you started getting into the "uhh.. hmm.. who else is there?" section of the recollection process? I can tell you the answer to that right now... NOT ENOUGH. DANIELS: What? EL PABLO: Every single time, I'd hear the same old names cropping up; names like Ace King.. names like Alan Fiscus.. names like Cage Stryker, Maynard O'Toole, Jesse Montana, Mortius, Matt Stylez... NOBODY ever put The Five Star Superstar forward as anything more than a supporting cast member when it came to their skill and success inside the squared circle, despite the fact that, since the very first day I set foot in this company, I have worked.. I have slaved.. I have sacrificed.. I have shed more blood, scaled more heights and fallen more feet than ANYBODY before, while or since.. all with the pure and express purpose of giving every single one of YOU a reason to stand there clapping like a circus seal shouting "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" ..and, you know what? On several occasions I've actually wound up holding myself BACK in a professional, competitive sense, because I passed up a perfect opportunity at victory just to give you people one more clip on the highlight reel! It never really bothered me before, though, because I figured, "Hey, I might not have got myself to the mountain top THIS time, but at least I can go to sleep tonight knowing that the people appreciate the fact that I went out there, gave my all and put on one hell of a show for them!" This comment actually draws a few cheers from the crowd, although a substantially-louder level of booing more-or-less drowns them out, as EP just continues to stare ahead, stone-faced. EL PABLO: So, I'd throw my own body through panes of sharp, flesh-slicing glass into Tim Timmons and Ryan Shane... I'd take a leap off a 16-foot ladder through two flaming tables on the outside of the ring with Rave and Kris Kash... I'd let myself get launched off a balcony, or launch MYSELF off a scaffold onto a concrete floor to try and get one up on Maynard O'Toole... Hey, EWA, remember that place? First night at the brand new Colliseum in New York City? I sure do.. I remember it because I threw myself off the ROOF of that goddamn building on top of Xavier Reid, just to try and get a "Holy shit" out of you people! But still, every single time afterwards, "Hey, what do you think of El Pablo? He's a pretty awesome wrestler, huh?" "Uh, gee, I dunno.. his promos and sketches are funny as shit, but as a wrestler...?" EP's eyes narrow into a sneer. EL PABLO: Because that's what I am, as far as all you people are concerned, isn't it? The "Comic Relief".. the whacky sideshow in the intermission of all the bone-crunching and brutality, like I'm some mono-browed goofball mincing about the place with a fucking sock puppet on his hand! You don't recognize me as a wrestler, because all you ever wanna talk about are the trips to Disney Studios.. the re-hashing and ripping off of legendary 80s science-fiction movies.. the bullshitting about on Sesame Street with a ball of fluff and chicken wire, teaching the nation's 4-year-olds all about the definition of the word "DELUSIONAL!" The crowd lets out a cheer at the reference to some of EP's classic moments, as the Machina Dragon just nods his head and gestures towards them with an open, upturned palm as he lowers his mic, although the camera still manages to pick up his audio. EL PABLO: Exactly my point.. exactly my point. EP raises the microphone back to his lips. EL PABLO: Well, ladies and gentlemen, I guess I was pretty DELUSIONAL for thinking that I could swan around and do all that shit and STILL build and maintain a reputation for myself as one of THE best professional-wrestlers that this universe has ever seen! SO.. with that in mind.. I am here to tell you all that, from this moment on... you do not need to worry about me busting my ass and sacrificing my health, happiness, dignity and career in order to try and tickle you people's collective funnybone. In fact, you don't need to worry about me acting with any consideration for you people at all, because as of right now, the only person I'M gonna be looking to entertain.. the only person I wanna be seeing leave this arena with a smile on their face and a spring in their step... is ME. So, ladies and gentlemn.. boys and girls... there will be no more "hilarious" jaunts through the sugarplum forest across the most-tenuous of links to whatever happens to be on my agenda that particular week! There will be no more dipshitting about on talkshows or comedy shows or children's fucking sing-a-long showcases, just so I can pat myself on the back for leading some 5-year-old or a coked-up movie star with the intelligence of one into making some ridiculous, overdrawn reference into one of my opponents! There will be no more holing myself up in an implausible treehouse to play ridiculous made-up card games with Carmen San Diego! And, most importantly of all... EP suddenly shoves a hand into his vest pocket, pulling out a packet of Skittles which he promptly tears open, allowing the small circular candies contained therein to spill out all over the floor. EL PABLO: There will CERTAINLY be no more shilling of THESE little saccharine capsules of sugar and catshit! There will be no more of ANY of that, because I realise now that your obviously-rather-dubious attention spans are oh-so-easily distracted from what's REALLY important in this business by all the bright colours and bullshit that you all clearly love so much. I realise that now.. I UNDERSTAND that now.. so from now on, all you special little people need to is just sit back.. shut up.. and watch me demonstrate exactly WHY I am one of the very best W R E S T L E R S that this business HAS ever and WILL ever see... and it starts... EP bends down and picks the ringbell off the apron, taking hold of the hammer in the same hand as he holds the microphone. EL PABLO: ...NOW. *DING DING!* EP rings the bell, then allows both it and the microphone to drop to the floor as he turns to take up position on his corner, the boos once again raining down upon him. *DING-DING!* Daniels: “Ward and Shane are set to start things off in this tag-team match-up! It’s now DXM vs. the Wayward Sons!” Keenan: “The Sons are lucky to be alive here, Daniels. After DXM pulled the plug on the CZW Elite, the Wayward Sons are the only obstacle remaining, and the only reason for that is that they were the lesser threat!” Daniels: “And that’s why Mike King was very nearly the winner at Desperate Times, hm?” Daniels: “Well, Shane is now backing away from the lock-up, pointing at King. Ward tells Shane to shut up and face him but Shane just heads to the corner and tags in El Pablo! What blatant disrespect!” The crowd begins to immediately bury El Pablo in ‘YOU SOLD OUT’ chants as EP and Ward pace around the ring. Pablo stops and looks out to the crowd, shrugging as if to say ‘What can ya do?’ before he and Ward lock up. Ward immediately seizes EP with a side-headlock, and Pablo ducks behind, turning it into a hammer-lock. Ward drops to a knee and uses his momentum to toss EP over onto the mat, but Pablo tumbles back to his feet. Ward charges, but EP with the leapfrog! Off the ropes, Daniel rebounds towards Pablo, ducking a leaping kick and continuing through. He hits the far side and grabs the ropes, stopping his own momentum as EP leaps up for a dropsault! Pablo lands on his feet but Ward times it perfectly, rushing in and CLOCKING Pablo with a European uppercut! Daniels: “Fantastic exchange there by both men but Ward now taking control! He whips Pablo into the ropes and takes him down on the rebound with an armdrag! Pablo rolls to his feet and turns but Ward is there and he takes him down with another! Pablo up and Ward with the scoop-slam! NO! Pablo sneaks out the back! EP goes for a spinning heel kick but Ward DUCKS without looking! He grabs EP as he starts to stand…setting him up for the neckbreaker…HANGING NECKBREAKER CONNECTS!!” Keenan: “Well, as much as it pains me to admit, Ward and King are excellent technical wrestlers. It’s just a shame they have the collective intelligence of a newt!” Daniels: “That seemed pretty smart to me, Barry.” Keenan: “Yeah, well, even a broken clock is right twice a day!” Ward drags Pablo to his corner and tags in King. King quickly heads in and hops to the second turnbuckle as Ward holds EP in a side headlock. MK connects with a fist-drop to Pablo’s back! King follows up with a series of strikes to the leg and back, keeping EP grounded. He glares over at Shane and then lifts EP up, hooking him up for a STANDING STF!! Daniels: “Incredibly athletic maneuver here as King locks in the submission hold! Pablo has his hands in front of his face, preventing King from getting the hold locked in completely but even as is it has to hurt!” Keenan: “It’s showy but it would be much easier and more effective to execute onto a prone opponent, therefore it proves my point.” Daniels: “What point is that?” Keenan: “That King is an idiot!” Daniels: “Of course.” Pablo is able to break the face-lock and shift his body in such a way that he snap-mares King over! King quickly gets to his feet but EP connects with a low dropkick to the knee! King pushes off the mat, but EP hits a low enziguri! Pablo then pulls King off the mat and whips him to his corner, tagging in Shane. Daniels: “The Straight Edge Curse’ now in the ring and you can tell he hasn’t forgiven King for Desperate Times! Shane unloading on ‘the Egoist!” Shane lays into King with forearms and stomps, keeping him in the corner. He grabs him and pulls him out with a short-arm clothesline that takes him to the mat! Shane makes the cover! 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “King isn’t done yet, though Shane doesn’t seem bothered by that! Ryan pulls King up and whips him to the ropes…PLANTS him with a spinebuster!! Shane moves to a mounted position and beings to rain forearms down onto the skull of Mike King!” Keenan: “I have to question Shane’s logic here. King clearly has nothing to damage upstairs.” Shane pulls King to his feet and tags in EP again. He pulls King up into a sidewalk slam as EP springs in, catching King with a diving knee-strike!! Daniels: “Excellent move there! King is down and EP makes the cover! Shane cuts Ward off!!” 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Daniels: “Near fall, but no cigar, and now all four men are in the ring! Shane and Ward brawl as Pablo now looks to be going high-risk! EP up top but Ward shoves Shane into the ropes! EP slips down crotch-first over the turnbuckle! Painful to the Skittles!” Keenan: “Oh, ha ha…” Ward connects with a lariat that takes Shane down, then rushes to El Pablo, heading up for a superplex. King has recovered and he heads up as well! They hook Pablo up, but Shane recovers, clubbing both of the Sons on the back with forearm shots! Ryan turns and hooks one of both King and Ward’s legs, then DIVES forward with a powerbomb! Both Sons crash to the mat while SUPERPLEXING El Pablo! *THUUUUD!!* Daniels: “Tower of DOOOOOOOOOM!!” Shane stands up, glaring over the wreckage before him, pulling Ward off the mat and hooking him up for a CURSEBREAKER! He then pulls King to his feet and sets him up for the Ra’s Al Ghul, which connects! Shane covers King! Daniels: “I don’t know that Shane or King are even legal right now but the referee seems to have lost track!” 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT!! Shane gets angry, standing up and pulling King to his feet…only to be snagged by Ward who spins him around and grabs him with a reverse STO, driving Shane’s face into the turnbuckle!! King pulls EP to his feet and he and Ward whip him into the ropes. Ward takes Pablo down with an European arm-drag! Pablo lands in a sitting position and both Wayward Sons connect with sharp kicks to either side of his torso!! Daniels: “Ward now dragging Pablo to the corner, looks like he’s going to set him up for the End of Days! King heads over to Shane, looks like he’s going for the King Clutch!” As Ward hooks EP up for the End of Days, Cassidy quickly climbs up onto the apron, lunging through the bottom rope and connecting with a low blow on Ward! The crowd jeers loudly as Ward buckles from the pain. On the other side of the ring, King is distracted from witnessing the interference to his partner, and Shane is able to break free of the King Clutch and takes him down with the Moment of Clarity!! Daniels: “NOO! Thanks to Cassidy’s interference, DXM is now taking control! Shane kicks King out of the ring and grabs Ward, lifting him up into a fireman’s carry! El Pablo hits the ropes…RUNNING NECKBREAKER AS SHANE HITS THE DVD!!” Keenan: “I believe that’s called ‘Mach 5,’ Daniels!! This one is history!” Pablo makes the cover! 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -3!! *Ding-ding-ding!* DXM begin to celebrate their victory as the fans boo them out of the building. Daniels: “Well, they stole another one, folks. It’s quite sickening, really.” As they continue to celebrate, the lights suddenly go out! Keenan: “Oh, here we go. Obviously nobody is going to be sneak-attacked!” The arena is dark and filled with the loud noise of the crowd for several moments. When the lights come back on, both El Pablo and Ryan Shane are laid out on the mat, Shane with his title draped over his chest and on top of that, an open, empty briefcase! As the implications slowly dawn on the crowd, they begin cheering wildly! Daniels: “Look at that, Barry! That’s Nasty’s briefcase!! Big Nasty has just marked the CZW World Champion!!” Keenan: “…” Daniels: “We’re out of time for tonight, ladies and gentlemen, but the money in the bank holder Big Nasty has just made a HUGE statement this evening! Catch us next time on Overdrive and look for updates on CZW.com!!”
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