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-=Monday April 29th, 2013=- (All matches 1RP Limit. RP Deadline Friday, April 26th, 1AM EST, Send Stuff to Decker this time) XL Center, Hartford, Connecticut -=MAIN EVENT!=- COMBAT PRO TV TITLE! "The British Lion" Daniel Ward(c) vs Zandrous ***
-=DECKTACULAR RETURN!=-
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-=SETTING THE X-SCENE!=-
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-=QUEENS CLASH!-
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-=RODENTS IN MAYHEM!=-
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PLUS!
*Decker Watts promises a giant, HUMONGOUS celebration ceremony to crown himself king of the X-Division!
*After a clean sweep of Ultraviolent Retribution, what does the collective of DXM have in store for the Combat Nation?!
*A few new faces have found themselves in the rankings of Combat Pro. What do they have in mind to make a name for themselves?!
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The broadcast opens with a ground shot of the parking lot behind the XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut, as a brief flash of red lightning superimposed across the bottom of the screen informs us that whatever action or incident we are about to bear witness to occured a little while earlier in the evening. The low hum of an automobile's engine soon begins to rumble into hearing range, gradually increasing in volume until a set of wheels are rolled into our field of vision, at which point the unidentifiable car they are attached to is stopped and switched off. The door opens, as the camera slowly pans across to witness the feet of the car's owner planting tentatively on the asphalt. The door is then closed, serving as cue for the camera to quickly pan up, bringing into view the sinister, psychotic.. somewhat unsettlingly-smiling face of Devin Hearst, a man recognizable to most everybody in the audience as CEW's King of the Deathmatch Champion. Hearst takes a few moments to cast his eye over the building in front of him, lifting and draping that aforementioned title belt over his shoulder as he takes a deep breath, then walks forward past the camera towards the building. The camera turns and watches after him as he approaches a closed door.. knocks.. then steps through as the door is opened for him.
The camera cuts inside the building, now once again positioned in front of Hearst as he makes his way along the corridor, head constantly turning, eyes constantly darting over every detail of his s-A DARK BLUR SUDDENLY FLASHES INTO SHOT AND TACKLES HEARST INTO THE WALL AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!! The camera stops and drops, revealing the blur to be a person dressed in loose-fitting black pants with blue dragon design, and a sleeveless black hooded sweatshirt emblazoned on the back with the term "#HEELPOSE." The figure throws a flurry of stiff left punches to Hearst's head, then hops to his feet and stomps him hard in the chest, before turning round and bounding a few paces up the corridor, revealing his identity to be that of "The Machina Dragon" El Pablo, a large, devilish grin on his face as he turns back around and charges the kneeling Hearst, driving the sole of his boot hard into Hearst's temple. EP then hauls Hearst to his feet, leads him a little way along the corridor, then whips him full-speed into a collection of unfolded steel chairs set up along the wall.
EP takes a moment to savour the sight of Hearst lying dazed amid the mass of bent and twisted metal, then steps up to him again, bends down to pick him up.. only to be surprised by Hearst snapping his hands around EP's head and attempting to sink his teeth into EP's forehead through the mask.
EL PABLO: WHAT THE F-
EP rips himself free, staring wide-eyed at the grinning Hearst before charging in again, only to be caught with a stuff punch to the gut.. then another.. and a headbutt, causing EP to stumble backwards. Hearst pushes himself to his feet, picking a chair off the ground as he does so. He swings at EP, but EP manages to drop and roll, avoiding the contact. EP springs to his feet as Hearst turns..
*THWACK!!!*
..and EP koppu kicks the chair right into the face of Devin Hearst. Hearst drops motionless to the floor, the chair crashing down behind him as EP lands in a seated position beside him, his face quickly curling into a sinister smirk once again as his gaze descends upon his apparently-fallen adversary. The camera pulls back a little, as Cristal steps into shot wearing a black-and-white vertical striped version of her usual ring attire.
EP slowly brings his hands up over his shoulders and grabs his hood, flicking it back up over his head. He then rolls himself over Hearst, hooking the leg and reclining back as Cristal drops to her knees and slaps her hand on the cold concrete floor...
CRISTAL: ONE!
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The camera closes back in on EP as he releases Hearst's leg and sits up, checking briefly on the condition of his mask where Hearst tried to bite through it. He gets back to his feet, just as Cristal walks back into view, the King of the Deathmatch belt held in her hands. EP looks at his girlfriend with a grin, then slowly takes the belt, taking a few moments to admire the design - and his reflection within it - before looping it around his arm and sliding it up over his shoulder. EP then bends down, turning his attention once again to the just-barely-stirring Hearst and slowly raising his hands towards Hearst's face, the first two fingers on each extended and crossed over each other to resemble a hashtag.
EL PABLO: ALL the champion.
EP stands back up and walks past Hearst and out of shot, Cristal following just behind as the screen fades to the ALL NEW HOLY SHIT WE'RE BACK IN THE BIG TIME NOW BABAYYYYY intro video for Combat Pro Overdrive. -Jerry 'The King' Lawler's music hits...the fans are confused.- Daniels: Um...well...I'm not sure what music that is, but folks this is Overdrive... -A golden shower of pyro rains down from the entrance way. A royal trumpeter walks out from behind the curtain, and, lifting his trumpet up high, he plays an introductory tune! A golf cart parts the curtain next. The car looks like a cheesy parade float, painted purple with cardboard clouds glued to the sides. Someone unimportant is driving, and Decker Watts is seated in the passenger seat...on sight the fans are immediately all over this!-
Daniels: Oh for the love of… Keenan: Wow. This is great. This is great. -Decker is wearing a large crown and a giant purple cape. In one hand he's holding a golden scepter, and with the other he is doing the pageant wave. He stops rub his palm against the faceplate of X-Division Championship title around his waist. Security walks along the barricade with the cart as a bit of trash here and there gets thrown at Decker.- Daniels: This man is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
-Decker points down at his belt and thrusts his hips a bit...Masters nods like he's talking to a child.- Masters: Very well, Mister Watts. Your fancy new title is not on the line tonight...but it will be on the line at the next Combat Pro Pay-Per-View. Not against Wes Hartley...not against Krimzon Blaze... -The fans don't like the sound of that...- Masters: It will be against the both of them...and three other men...because our next Pay-Per-View is Hatewave...and you'll be defending your precious in the Ultimate X Chamber match. -THE FANS LOVE IT!!!! DECKER LOSES. HIS. SHIT.- Daniels: Alright! There we go! Keenan: How is that fair? HOW IS THAT FAIR? Decker: NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!!! |Masters: I can! And I did! It is done! -Masters smiles and gives Decker a wave before returning to the back. Wes walks over to Decker's golf cart.- Wes: Look at that... -Decker falls to his knees in the ring...- Decker: STOP IT! STOP IT! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY CELEBRATION! THIS IS MY NIGHT! -Wes rips all of the shitty cardboard off of one side of the cart...he gets in the driver's seat.- Wes: Left the keys in here...that was stupid. Then again, you're a stupid man, aren't you Decker? |-Wes turns the cart on and backs it up...he drives it forward into the steel steps knocking them clean off, denting the front of the cart!- Wes: Oops! -Wes backs up...he whips the cart around and then steers it toward the ramp...he drives it up near the stage and hops out right near the edge.- Wes: This is what I think of your celebration you little prick. -Wes puts a foot on the cart...he pushes...it falls off the stage and smashes on the concrete floor below! THE FANS EXPLODE!!!!! Decker is near tears!- Wes: GET A GOOD LONG LOOK YOU TURD...THAT CRUMPLED HEAP ON THE FLOOR RIGHT THERE...THAT'S GOING TO BE YOU AT HATEWAVE!!!!! -THE FANS BLOW UP...Wes spikes the mic and shares a look with Blaze before walking to the back...Blaze looks back to the ring with a smirk...- Daniels: WES HARTLEY...KRIMZON BLAZE...AND WILLIAM MASTERS...THEY JUST RUINED DECKER WATTS' ROYAL CELEBRATION!!!!! Keenan: That's just horrible. Sore losers, Hartley and Blaze are just sore losers! Daniels: The X-Division title picture is already heating up, and we've still got a whole show to go! Next up, in our first match of the night...WEEZLE makes his Combat Pro debut against Ezra Mayhem...you don't want to miss that!!!! -The shot cuts from Decker stomping his feet in the ring to his destroyed golf cart, one wheel still spinning on the concrete floor...- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Combat Pro...Ultraviolence lives on!
The bell rings. Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall. Born in a Burial Gown pumps through out the XL Center as Ezra Mayhem walks alone to the ring. Towers: Introducing first, weighting in at 280 pounds, one half of Total Mayhem, EZ-RAHHHHH MAY-HEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMM!!!! Ezra makes his way to the ring. Daniels: Conspicuous by his absence is Jakob Mayhem. Keenan: He probably is dealing with Kandi Washington again. Lord knows what he and Ezra ended up doing to that poor defenseless girl. Daniels: Poor defenseless girl, she told a road agent that he should die and then had her issues with getting hit by Decker and rightfully so. Keenan: Wow, did she owe you money or something? Ezra enters the ring. As his theme is replaced with The Everlasting Gaze as Weezle walks to the ring. Towers: Introducing his opponent, making his Combat Pro debut; from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada; weighting in at 230 pounds; WEEEEE-ZLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Daniels: Making his debut tonight is Weezle. Keenan: Indeed. He has wrestled in EWA, GCW and CEW and feuded with Thrax. Daniels: He had a great showing at Ultraviolent Retribution against his longtime rival. Keenan: We shall see if he has the same success in Combat Pro. Towers exits the ring as Weezle enters the ring. Daniels: Wait a second, I got word that there is something going on backstage. The scene switches to Jakob Mayhem laying ontop of a broken table with various chips and other food on him. Keenan: That is Jakob Mayhem and he is hurt. I guess he was not killing mice again. Daniels: I thought you said he had Kandi Washington to deal with. Keenan: No I did not. Daniels: I wonder who did that. Keenan: I bet it was Zak Xemlis, they did feud in CEW right? Daniels: That is true. They had a hard fought match at Ultraviolent Retribution. Paramedics and road agents rush to the aid of the fallen Mayhem brother. And the scene goes back to the ring where the referee asks both combatants if they are ready. Both men nod and the referee calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! The two men go for a collar-and-elbow tie up, but Weezle ducks under it and peppers Ezra with three sharp jabs to the face. Ezra, shows no emotion, just rubs his jaw and tries for another tie-up. Weezle does the same thing, this time punching three times and adding an amazing standing drop kick to The Ripper's chest. The crowd pops to the move and Weezle jumps back to his feet, rather fast for a man his size. They go for a tie-up again and once more Weezle ducks, but Ezra turns, swinging his arm up and then down in one swift forearm to Weezle's back! The blow sends the smaller man stumbling away but Ezra is on him, smashing his arm down onto his opponent's back twice more and then shoving Weezle hard back into the corner turnbuckle! Daniels: Ezra is a beast. I wonder if he knows what happened to his brother. Keenan: I am sure he did. Twin telepathy you know. Daniels: Will you be serious? In the ring, Weezle grabs hold of Ezra's arm and tries to twist it, but Ezra simply flexes his arm up as if in a bodybuilding competition...and nearly yanks Weezle right off his feet! Weezle however is quick to change strategies, though, kicking Ezra twice in the gut, then bounding off the ropes with a huge clothesline! Ezra stumbles but does not fall, and Weezle is off the ropes again with another clothesline and ducks it. The two men stand-off and stare at eachother. Keenan: Nice display by both men. Daniels: This will be a hard fought contest. Ezra paces slowly around Weezle who moves quickly on his feet, hopping left to right, looking for an opening. Ezra goes for the grapple, but Weezle ducks under and begins striking at the legs of the bigger man with swift kicks! Weezle rocks Ezra and then goes for an elbow shot, which connects, but Ezra just stares him down, which the crowd cheers. Weezle swings another elbow, but Ezra blocks, grabbing Weezle by the throat and throwing him like a rag-doll into the corner! Daniels: Ezra Mayhem now with a series of well-placed strikes on Weezle in the corner. Keenan: He is mauling the man! Daniels: Ezra posesses a distinct power advantage over the newcomer, that much is for sure. Ezra whips Weezle to the far side and follows it up with a running body splash! Weezle staggers out slowly and Ezra picks him up, DRIVING him to the mat with a sidewalk slam, hooking the leg for the pin! 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Keenan: I think it may just be a little too early to dispose of someone like Weezle! Daniels: I might agree with you Barry. Keenan: You should more often, I am always right. Ezra picks Weezle up and sets him up for a hanging suplex, but Weezle is able to counter, slipping out of the hold and dropping down behind Ezra. He dropkicks him to the back of the knee, knocking the big man off balance. Ezra gets to a knee, but Weezle hits a charging enziguri! Weezle gets back up and quickly hits a standing moonsault! 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Ezra powers out of that pin and now both men to their feet again. Daniels: That was close. Daniels: That will hurt. Keenan: Weezle nailed Ezra Mayhem with that spinning heel kick. Daniels: With that much accuracy, Weezle will be a force to be reckoned with in Combat Pro. Weezle and Ezra make it back to their feet, and Weezle looks to go on the offensive again, but Ezra grabs him by the neck with both hands, lifting him up in a choke-hold! Weezle struggles, but is unable to break free as Ezra drops him with backbreaker. Ezra picks up Weezle and goes for Scorpion Death Drop but Weezle fights off and flips around before grabbing Ezra by the waist. Daniels: Weezle now grabs Ezra... Keenan: What is he... Daniesl: Can he lift him!? Keenan: I have no idea Jared. Weezle hefts the massive form of Ezra up...Northern Lights Suplex!! The crowd gives somecheers though most are stunned in silence at the feat of strength. Weezle bridges for the cover!! 1! - - - - - - 2!! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Weezle is shocked and looks at his opponent. Daniels: Weezle just suplexed Ezra Mayhem. Keenan: How did he lift him? Weezle after overcoming the initial shock, he stands up measuring Ezra for another attack. Daniels: Weezle could possibly be going for his Shining Wizard. Ezra gets up to a knee, and Weezle charges in, but Ezra halts his advance with a deceptively swift punch to the gut! Ezra stands and grabs Weezle and doubles him over in a double underhook position and lifts him up but Weezle flips out and onto his feet. Weezle kicks Ezra in the gut and double underhooks the arms looking for his Rat Trap but Ezra fights out pushing Weezle into the ropes. Weezle bounces off and goes for a frankensteiner but Ezra catches him by the arms and lifts him into a crucifix position and drops him back first onto the mat! Keenan: A series of reversals into Splash Mountain. Daniels: It looks like it took everything out of Ezra Mayhem. Both men remain on the mat as the fans cheer loudly! Keenan: Both men are down. All of a sudden The Demolition Crew run out. Daniels: What do these two men want? Keenan: Whatever it is they look pissed off. Anderson and Stevens enter the ring and attack both Weezle and Ezra Mayhem causing the referee to call for the bell. The crowd boos. DING! DING! DING! Daniels: I guess this match is thrown out. Keenan: And it was just getting good. At least we saw The Demolition Crew. I love those guys. Daniels: Saying something about what clubs you frequent after Overdrive are we Barry? Keenan: What, I like their continuity as a team, not their leather and studded outfits. I am not a queer-mo-sexual like you. The Demolition Crew stomp the bodies of the two fallen combatants. Anderson lifts Weezle up as Stevens looks to climb the turnbuckle. Daniels: We have seen this before. Keenan: The Demolition Crew are looking for their Decapitator. Anderson drops Weezle across his knee and Stevens leaps off driving his elbow into the throat of Weezle. The crowd erupts into boos as Anderson and Stevens slap hands. They then point to Ezra Mayhem. Daniels: And now it is two on one. All of a sudden two men enter the ring side area and into the ring. The two men slide in and go right after the Demolition Crew. Keenan: Who do these two fans think they are going after two of the toughest wrestlers in Combat Pro? Daniels: Those two are not fans, they are Jesse and Ricky Crockett. Keenan: The Crockett Brothers? The Crockett Brothers are here in Combat Pro? Who are the Crockett Brothers? Daniels: Two of the roughest guys I have seen. These two can give the Demolition Crew a run for their money. Jesse and Anderson square off and so does Ricky and Stevens. Referees and agents rush into the ring to break up the fights. Keenan: Perhaps we are seeing a tag team renaissance here in Combat Pro. The two teams continue to fight ignoring the officials so even more rush down to the ring to separate the two fighting teams. Daniels: This very well maybe. The Crockett Brothers are escorted through the crowd as the Demolition Crew are rushed to the locker room. Daniels: Brian Blaze and Belanger may need to watch their backs. Total Mayhem, The Demolition Crew and now The Crockett Brothers? Talk about a stacked tag team division. Keenan: That may be. Blaze and Belanger may have
their work cut out for them. Keenan: Hopefully you getting fired, and me running
this booth solo like god intended!
HATEWAVE 2013 @JayBay747: There was a Combat Pro Women's
Division? Daniels: Okay folks, it's time to get back to the ring.. and it's been a bit of a rough time for the Queens of Combat Pro recently; first, the reigning champion Kandi Washington was stripped of the belt and fired a little over a month ago; and since then.. I think it'd be fair to say that there haven't really been too many stepping up to declare themselves the rightful heir to the throne, as it were. Keenan: You're right there, Jarred.. for once.. but there has been one woman making a strong and persistent case to have that beleaguered belt wrapped around her waist.. and we're about to see her in action right now! Daniels: Absolutely; Cristal, the self-proclaimed "Goddess of the Machine" has really gone out of her way to put herself over as the "rightful" Queen of Combat... whether you agree with it or not.. whether you like Deus eX Machina or not.. you'd have to say that, on a results basis alone, she's more than deserving of a shot at the gold. She's gotta go through at least one more challenge to get there, though.. in the form of a young lady we are about to be introduced to imminently by the ever-beautiful Jessica Towers. "Jump" by Madonna hits the soundsystem, and after a few moments, an unfamiliar, brown-haired woman steps out onto the stage to a warm reception from the Hartford crowd.. though this reception is curbed somewhat by her apparently-indifferent response to it as she pauses at the top of the ramp, casting her eye around the arena. Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her Combat Pro debut... From the Hamptons in New York.. weighing in at 118lbs... she is "The Anti-Diva"... CHANTELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE PRICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Keenan: Woah, mama! Daniels: Chantelle Price, the newest acquisition to the Combat Pro roster; she might look pretty, Barry, but she comes with some pedigree, too.. including, somewhat ironically, an endorsment from the founder of Deus eX Machina - and our current World Heavyweight Champion - Ryan Shane! Price finally begins to make her way down the ramp towards the ring, still refusing to acknowledge any of the fans clamouring for a photo or a feel of her behind the barricades. Keenan: Hey, Shane thinks she's got something, that's good enough for me! Daniels: It'd be interesting to know where Shane's loyalties are gonna lie in this match, actually. I mean, on the one hand you've got somebody he's hand-picked to train and tutor for success; on the other, you've go-HEY WAIT!!! As Price approaches the foot of the ramp, she is suddenly tackled from behind by a figure in a sleeveless black hooded sweatshirt emblazoned on the back with the term "#HEELPOSE." The camera moves hurriedly into a position to get a glimpse of the figure's face, as they flip Price onto her back and begin to throw a series of vicious forearms into her face. Daniels: Cristal! THAT'S Cristal! SHE JUST JUMPED CHANTELLE PRICE FROM BEHIND!!! Cristal rips Price off the floor, then turns and flings her into the ringsteps, Price slumping into a seated position with her back resting against the steel. Not skipping a beat, Cristal marches over and places one foot on the edge of the steps beside Price's head, then grabs the ringpost and lifts herself up before pressing the sole of her other boot against Price's windpipe. Daniels: We saw El Pablo attack CEW's Devin Hearst - who I believe was here for a tryout, by the way - earlier in the evening before the start of the show.. and it looks as though Cristal is following her boyfriend's lead here now! Having maintained the choke for several moments, Cristal hops back down, then grabs Price by the head and slams it back into the steps. Daniels: Oof.. GOD! Cristal hauls Price back up, only to snap her back down with a swinging neckbreaker, as attentions turn to the stage, where El Pablo saunters out through the curtain, his various title belts wrapped around his torso and a small duffel bag in his hand. Keenan: Speak of the devil! Daniels: El Pablo coming out to join his girlfriend; I had wondered when he might show up... Cristal rolls Price under the ropes into the ring, then turns and looks up at her boyfriend with a grin as he continues down the ramp, smiling right back at her. Cristal then rolls into the ring herself, eyes fixing on Price as she crawls over towards the corner, her face wrinkled in pain. Price slowly pulls herself up using the ropes, as Cristal charges in and hits her right in the nose with a rising knee. Daniels: OH GOD.. DID YOU HEAR THE CRACK!? After delaying for a moment to glare out into the crowd, Cristal hops back off the ropes, as Price stumbles forward.. Cristal spins her round.. drops her head.. hooks Price's leg across her shoulders, then flips her up and over with the Revolution. Daniels: REVOLUTION!!! CHANTELLE PRICE HAS JUST BEEN DECIMATED HERE!!! Cristal slowly slithers back to her feet, as the crowd voices their largely-unanimous disapproval of her actions. Behind her, EP has finally stepped into the ring, and Cristal turns to face him with an excited grin, as EP begins to fumble with the zip of the duffel bag. Daniels: What is this now? Cristal bounds over to her boyfriend, hopping excitedly on the spot as he slowly opens the bag, smirking at his girlfriend in a manner suggesting he is rather deliberately taking his time. Keenan: Whatever it is, Cristal is clearly looking forward to it! Look at her, she looks like a kid on Christmas morning.. or Krimzon Blaze's kid when he's asked to show resentment and pent-up father issues on camera! Daniels: Come on! Finally, EP reaches a hand inside the bag and allows it to drop to the mat... revealing the Queen of Combat title belt, now held in his hand. Keenan: OHHHOHOHOHO!!! Daniels: Bah gawd that's.. that's the Queen of Combat Championship belt! Keenan: I LOVE IT! FINALLY this great, great athlete is about to get what she deserves! The crowd's reaction becomes rather more mixed, many apparently appearing to agree with Keenan as EP carefully hands Cristal the belt, the Goddess' eyes visibly welling up already with tears of joy. Keenan: After five years of waiting... five years of working her SPECTACULAR ass off, day in and day out... Cristal FINALLY has her hands on.. oh, wait a second.. look at this... Cristal gazes lovingly at the belt for a few moments, but then allows her gaze to slowly scroll over to the sight of Price slowly and groggily picking herself up on the other side of the ring. Cristal's grin shifts into a rather-more devilish smirk, as she turns to face her would-be opponent, tossing the belt lightly in the palm of her hand. Daniels: Price getting back to her feet.. slowly.. but, uh... that might not be the best idea for her right now... Price pushes off the ropes, stumbling round... *WHAM!!!* Daniels: OH GOD! Cristal WITH THE TITLE BELT.. RIGHT TO THE FACE OF CHANTELLE PRICE!!! Price crumples to the mat, and Cristal looks back to EP, as the Machina Dragon flips the hood of his sweatshirt off his head, revealing himself to be wearing a black-and-white striped variation of his signature wrestling mask. Cristal drops to her knees, then lowers herself across Price's chest, staring out into the crowd as EP slides to his own knees beside her... ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! A section of the crowd actually lets out a pop as Cristal kneels back up, bringing the belt up to her chest and clutching it tight, tears now beginning to stream down her mask. EP slips out of the ring beneath the ropes, and makes his way over to the timekeeper's area, snatching a mic away from Jessica Towers and bringing it to his lips. El Pablo: The winner of this match... and NEWWWWWWWWWW QUEEN OF COMBAT PRO... THE INCREDIBLE.. THE BEAUTIFUL.. THE GLITTERING GOLDEN GODDESS OF THE MACHINE... CRRRRRISSSSSSSSSSTALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!! Cristal gets to her feet and walks rather unsteadily across the ring towards the corner, apparently so overcome with emotion she is almost unable to stand properly. She slumps into the turnbuckle, then forces herself into a standing position on the second rope and thrusts the title belt up above her head, as EP slides up onto the apron and steps through the ropes back into the ring. El Pablo: ..and, ladies and gentlemen, if you take only one thing home from this night's events with you this evening - and I'm feeling pretty confident that's gonna be the case - let it be this; it's been a little over two months since Cristal and I made perfectly, publicly clear our intentions to no longer lower ourselves to being catapulted through the endless flaming hoops and circus song-and-dance routines that you people desired and demanded of us every single time we were on your tv and computer screens... and holy shit, wouldn't you just know it? We each currently find ourselves in the middle of by far the most successful periods of our respective careers! The crowd jeers the implication behind EP's comment, as he turns and shares a shrug and a smile with Cristal up on the ropes. El Pablo: Truth hurts, I guess... Cristal hops back down to the mat and leans back against the turnbuckle, clutching the belt tightly to her chest once again as she fixes her eyes on her boyfriend. El Pablo: Make no mistake, though, ladies and gentlemen.. it IS the truth. Obviously, as you've all just witnessed, Cristal is now the UNDISPUTED Queen of Combat Pro... Daniels: "Undisputed" is debatable... Keenan: Name me one person who deserves it more! El Pablo: ..and, as for myself... EP lets out a chuckle as he looks briefly down at the various title belts coiled around his torso. El Pablo: ..just look at me! I've got more shiny metal plates covering my body than Tony Stark! The entire CEW trophy cabinet - Tag Team Title Belt, Tag Team Title Belt, King of the Deathmatch Title Belt, Global Heavyweight Title Belt - all wrapped around my waist; everything the CEW and the Galaxy it will one day slowly wither and die under hold near and dear to their hearts.. wrapped around MY waist! I have as many championship belts in my possession right now as I've had across the entirity of the rest of my Combat Pro career thus far.. and I think it's pretty fucking telling that this record-breaking, history-making gold rush has come right at the very same time that I've stopped bending over backwards.. sacrificing every golden opportunity and silver platter that happens to come my way.. in order to satisfy you people's insatiable demand for high-spots and hi-jinks! EP moves towards the side of the ring, leaning over the top rope and staring right down the lens of the nearest camera in front of him. El Pablo: I spent five years of my life.. SABOTAGING myself.. letting myself fall way, way short of my own expectations - and getting even less credit and appreciation for doing so, might I add - all because I'd been indoctrinated into the idea and the ideology that obtaining the adulation and respect of the professional-wrestling audience was the only way to really make it in this business! Well, I have seen the light, ladies and gentlemen.. and with each passing day.. each additional trophy or symbol of success that makes its way into my hands, it becomes more and more obvious to me that, if you DO really wanna make it in this business.. you can't rely on the adulation and respect of the professional-wrestling audience to get you there! In fact, all available evidence suggests that the striving and the working and the busting your ass to GET that adulation and respect.. will only hold you back! YOU.. every single one of YOU.. have only ever held me back.. have only ever kept me from being where I want to be.. where I DESERVE to be.. and where I damn sure SHOULD have been a long, long time ago! The crowd unleashes another wave of booing upon the Machina Dragon, who merely stares out in amongst them with a look almost of disappointment. Daniels: God.. what the hell has happened to El Pablo!? This whole thing still just doesn't... I never thought I would see the day that this kid stood in a Combat Pro ring with such a disdainful attitude towards these fans! Keenan: You can't argue with the facts, Jarred! Four title belts.. a winning streak stretching all the way back to the start of the year... El Pablo is hotter now than he's ever been, and what's the one thing that's changed in all that time? Daniels: He's always had the potential! He's always been... Keenan: What's the one thing that's changed, Jarred!? Daniels: NO!!! I'M NOT BUYING INTO ALL OF THIS BULLSHIT!!! EP pushes himself off the ropes and steps back into the ring, as the still-beaming Cristal slowly moves across the mat to join him, her arm sliding around EP's lower back as she places her hand on his waist. El Pablo: Ladies and gentlemen... tonight, you have all borne witness to one more giant step in Deus eX Machina's evolution of professional-wrestling. With every passing day, the combined kingdoms of CEW and Combat Pro fall further and further under our command.. and I hear your disapproval and your desparation about that, but trust me... the rise and rise of Deus eX Machina is the absolute BEST thing for this company that you all love so much, because Deus eX Machina is the absolute best thing ABOUT this company that you all love so much! Shane wins.. C-Pro wins. Eric wins.. C-Pro wins. I win... C-Pro wins.. and, as you can see... I am #ALLthewinning right now! For that.. from the very bottom of my heart.. I just wanna say... EP moves the mic in front of Cristal, who leans forward as she places the Queen of Combat belt over her shoulder. Cristal: ...thanks for fucking nothing! "Been Training Dogs" tears onto the soundsystem as
EP tosses the microphone to the mat, before both he and Cristal turn and exit
the ring under a hail of abuse from the Connecticut crowd. They make their way
up the ramp, then pause as they hit the stage. Cristal turns round to face back
into the arena, and thrusts the Queen of Combat title belt up above her head
with a smirk, as EP flips his hood back up and stretches his arms out to his
sides, giving the crowd and the camera the best possible view of the "#HEELPOSE"
slogan on the back of his sweatshirt. After a few moments, the screen cuts to a
commercial.
TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... from Detroit, Michigan.. weighing in at 215lbs... he is "The Aerial Specialist"... KRIMZONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! DANIELS: AND JUST LISTEN TO THE OVATION.. AN ABSOLUTELY EARTH-SHATTERING, FOUNDATION-RATTLING WELCOME FOR KRIMZON BLAZE ON HIS RETURN TO RING ACTION HERE TONIGHT!!! KEENAN: I can't even hear myself think!!! Blaze indulges himself and the crowd on the stage for several moments, before sprinting down the ramp and sliding under the ropes into the ring. He bounds over to one of the corners and hops up onto the second rope, thrusting his hands into the air once more as a blast of red pyro shoots up from the stage, drawing yet another swell in the noise levels. KB beats his chest with his fist, still yelling encouragement at the sections of the crowd closest to him, then bounces up onto the top rope and flips back to land on his feet on the mat. The music then fades out, as KB hops on the spot with his eyes turning to focus on the rampway, eagerly awaiting his opponent. After a few moments... an unexpected song in the genre of "hip-hop's retarded black sheep cousin" hits the soundsystem, drawing confused looks from everybody present, not least Blaze himself. KEENAN: Good GOD.. what the high holy fuck is this!? DANIELS: I, uh.. I believe this is "Raw Deal" by Twiztid... KEENAN: Twisted? DANIELS: No, Twiztid. KEENAN: TWIZTID!? DANIELS: ...Yes. KEENAN: Jesus Christ, I think it's giving me lymphoma! As Blaze discusses the unexpected aural interjection with Towers and the referee, his attentions are suddenly drawn back to the stage by the sound of rabid jeering and abuse being directed from the crowd towards a lone figure who has just made his way out through the curtain. The camera cuts close, revealing the figure to be X-Champion Decker Watts; his face painted white with black detail, "dancing" in the style of somebody that has just attempted to catch a falling refrigerator with their face. KEENAN: ...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DANIELS: Oh my god... you've gotta be kidding me! KEENAN: I LOVE IT!!! Jarred, this man is a GENIUS!!! DANIELS: That's Decker Watts, ladies and gentlemen, our new X-Champion as of Ultraviolent/Retribution.. obviously using his entrance-time here to poke yet more fun at Krimzon Blaze and the "Juggalo" lifestyle he so proudly follows... good lord, is he wearing a helmet? Watts seizures his way down the ramp, as KB looks on visibly seething from inside the ring. TOWERS: ...and, uh.. his opponent... from Manhattan, New York.. weighing in at 235lbs... Decker... Decker Watts. Finally, Watts reaches the bottom of the ramp.. and is immediately set upon by KB, who slides out of the ring and tackles him to the floor, plowing straight into the Champion's face with rights and lefts. DANIELS: OH AND HERE COMES BLAZE, RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE!!! BLAZE IS HOT, AND DECKER WATTS MAY REGRET TAKING SUCH A CRASS, PERSONALLY-OFFENSIVE APPROACH TO PROCEEDINGS HERE!!! KEENAN: He can't do that! He's gotta let him get in the ring first!!! KB grabs Watts by the helmet and hauls him off the floor, then spins and takes him over with a snapmare, following immediately up with a stiff kick to the spine. Watts arches his back in pain, before KB then grabs his helmet again, this time ripping it off of his head and throwing it into his face. Watts flops backwards clutching his nose, but KB hooks his leg and rolls him backwards, then hauls him up again, grabs him in a front facelock and hits a snap suplex, Watts' back bouncing off the floor as he contorts in pain once again. KB rolls backwards, popping to his feet besides Watt as he then leaps into the air and twists, landing with a double leg-drop across the chest of his opponent. KB rolls through again, then hops over Watts' body.. leaps up onto the apron and flips back, crashing down upon Watts with a moonsault. KB pops up again.. hops over Watts onto the apron again, then vaults over the top rope, twisting to land facing out of the ring.. then immediately vaults back over, crashing down Swanton-style on Watts' chest before leaping to his feet and thrusting his hands into the air, roaring out at the crowd as they explode into adulation once again. DANIELS: What an explosive start here by Krimzon Blaze.. BAH GAWD this kid hasn't missed a trick!!! KEENAN: This isn't fair! DECKER WASN'T READY!!! KB takes a few steps up the ramp, slapping hands with the fans before turning and waiting for Watts to get to his feet, the X-Champ coughing and spluttering as he clutches his ribs. KB charges, but Watts sidesteps, as KB hops once again up onto the apron.. looks out into the crowd with a grin and a wag of his finger.. then leaps round, wrapping his legs around Watts' head and taking him over with a hurricanrana. KB then rolls into the ring, watching again as Watts pushes himself unsteadily to his feet. KB then turns and charges across the ring.. hits the ropes.. runs up and dives through to the outside, barreling into Watts and sending both men crashing to the floor by the ramp. DANIELS: SUICIDE DIVE!!! KRIMZON BLAZE LIKE A TORPEDO.. JUST ALL OVER THE X-CHAMPION IN THE EARLY GOING HERE!!! KB peels Watts off the floor and rolls him into the ring, posing for the crowd once more before ascending the steps and stepping onto the apron. KB pauses by the corner, as Watts groggily makes his way to his feet once more.. turns.. and gets wiped out yet again by Blaze, this time in the form of a springboard clothesline, as the referee finally calls for the opening bell. *DING DING!* The impact of the clothesline takes Watts all the way over onto his stomach, but KB quickly rolls him onto his back, hooking a leg as the referee drops into position... DANIELS: The bell finally ringing here, and this one could already be over! ONE! - - - - TWO! - KICKOUT!!! KEENAN: Not even close!! KB picks Watts up, and hits him with another snap suplex, leaving him positioned parallel to the ropes. KB then rolls out onto the apron and sweeps back to his feet.. leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off with a leg drop, hooking Watts' ankle on the bounce and rolling him up into another pin attempt... ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICKOUT!!! DANIELS: Another two-count; not the strongest cover by Blaze there, it has to be said... Blaze rolls Watts back over, then hauls him to his feet and leads him over to the corner. He leans Watts back against the turnbuckle, then chops him in the chest.. CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! KB follows up with a headbutt, then chops Watts again.. CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! KB then hits a stiff back elbow to the jaw, before grabbing Watts by the wrist and pulling him out of the corner. Blaze whips Watts.. but Watts reverses, sending Blaze charging across the ring.. but Blaze steps up onto the second rope and rolls back over the top, landing on his feet on the apron. Watts charges rather unsteadily in towards KB, who sidesteps, leaving Watts to lunge over the top rope at thin air.. and opening himself up to KB, who turns his back and snaps himself over with a Pele kick right to the back of Watts' head. DANIELS: Oh my god.. WHAT A SHOT! Krimzon Blaze with a Pele kick.. ON THE APRON.. right to the skull of Decker Watts! Watts takes a couple of steps back, then flops to the mat, as KB leans back against the apron, wincing slightly as he takes a moment to stretch his back out. KEENAN: I dunno how smart that particular move was, though.. looks like Blaze may have hurt himself a little! KB climbs back onto the apron, slightly slower this time.. then vaults over the top rope and swings his legs round, bouncing off the adjoining ropes with an Arabian Press. KB hooks Watts' legs again... ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - T-KICKOUT!!! DANIELS: DID H-no, two-count only.. ANOTHER near-fall.. it may not be long before Blaze gets the three, though.. Watts hasn't got a single act of offense in thus far in this contest! KEENAN: He's biding his time, Jarred.. it's coming! It's.. it's coming! KB kneels up and drags Watts to the corner, sitting him up against the bottom turnbuckle. KB then gets to his feet, and presses the sole of his boot against Watts' face, grinding it as Watts growls in pain. KB keeps the pressure on for a few moments, then steps off and bends down, beginning to paw aggressively at Watts' face with his hands, smearing the facepaint. KB then turns and makes his way across the ring to the opposing corner, taking the opportunity to rally the fans yet again as he goes. After taking a moment to set himself, KB charges.. CANNONBALLLLLLLLLL... right into the Watts-less turnbuckle. DANIELS: WHAT TH-Nobody home for Krimzon Blaze! Where the hell did Watts go!? KB crumples awkwardly to the mat, writhing around arching his back and clutching the back of his head and neck as the camera moves to show Watts slumped against the apron on the outside. KEENAN: He got outta dodge right at the last split-second, Jarred! He suckered Blaze right in.. JUST LIKE I TOLD YOU HE WOULD! Slowly, Watts pulls himself up and rolls into the ring, as KB gets a little gingerly to his own feet by the ropes. Watts stumbles forward, and socks the turning KB right in the mouth with a right hook. KB reels, but quickly follows up with a forearm to the jaw. CROWD: YAYYYYY!!!!! Watts retaliates with a fist to the forehead. CROWD: BOOOOO!!!!! KB chops Decker across the chest. CROWD: YAYYYYY!!!!! Decker hits Blaze with a headbutt.. which appears to hurt himself more than his opponent, as Watts slaps his hands against his forehead and groans loudly. CROWD: BOOOOO!!!!! KB looks momentarily confused at Watts, but then rolls his eyes and nails him with a stiff right hand to the face.. CROWD: YAYYYYY!!!!! ..then another.. CROWD: YAYYYYY!!!!! ..and another.. CROWD: YAYYYYY!!!!! ..and another, forcing Watts back against the ropes. Blaze then performs an Irish whip.. Watts reverses.. KB rebounds off the ropes.. Watts swings a lariat, but KB rolls under it.. pops up to his feet.. spins Watts round and punts him in the stomach.. hooks him in a front-facelock... BLAZE: GATOR ROLL, BABAYYYYY!!!!! KB sets himself, but Watts suddenly twists out of it, hooking Blaze up in a hammerlock as he leans his face in beside KB's ear. WATTS: HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAMMERLOCK, BABAYYYYY!!!!! KB attempts to struggle free.. then throws his arm up and grabs Watts round the neck.. pops up and kicks his feet out, dropping down into a stunner. Watts snaps up, as KB then rolls backwards, wrapping his legs around Watts' waist.. pushes himself up with his hands a little.. then all the way up.. as Watts suddenly hooks an arm and spins KB round into a side backbreaker. DANIELS: OH! WHAT A BIG-TIME BACKBREAKER FROM DECKER WATTS!!! KEENAN: YES!!! DANIELS: MAN.. if Blaze's back wasn't hurting before, it's sure as hell gonna be now! Blaze writhes about on the mat once again, as Watts slumps to his chest once more, still obviously feeling the effects of the punishment endured thus far. After a few moments, Watts forces himself to his hands and knees.. he goes to grab KB, but Blaze throws a foot up, kicking Watts in the side of the head.. twice.. then presses the soles of both boots against Watts' chest and shoves him backwards and away towards the corner. Watts bounces off the mat, and slowly begins to pull himself up as Blaze leaps somewhat unsteadily to his feet, then charges forward, nailing Watts with a big clothesline and sandwiching him against the turnbuckle. DANIELS: Watts trying desperately to get back into this thing, but Blaze clearly still has the momentum! Watts slumps forward to the mat once again, laying face-up in front of the corner as KB looks out into the crowd with a grin.. then slowly starts to climb to the top. DANIELS: Blaze going up top.. you can feel the excitement building here in the XL Center.. they know something big is about to happen!! With the crowd all ready and prepared to blow the roof off the arena, KB stands up, balanced on the top rope... steadies himself... and leaps off, twisting into a 630 splash.. and hitting nothing but canvas, as Watts rolls out of harm's way once again into the corner! DANIELS: NO! OH NO! KRIMZON BLAZE.. GOOD LORD, HE WENT FOR IT ALL.. AND GOT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! KB flips onto his stomach, arching his back as he howls in pain for a moment before slumping motionless to the mat. Sitting in the corner, Watts allows a smirk to spread across his face as he assesses the situation, then dives out of the corner and begins driving the point of his elbow repeatedly into the spine of Blaze. DANIELS: And Watts.. like a shark that smells blood.. going right for that injured back!!! KEENAN: Come on, Champ! TAKE THAT JUMPING BEAN OUT FOR GOOD!!! DANIELS: ..Wow, that's a blast from the past... Watts hooks by the ankle and the chin, and follows his elbow strikes with a series of knees.. then a stiff kick.. and finally several stomps, before dropping back to a knee and locking in a bow-and-arrow hold. KB growls in pain, scrabbling desperately for an escape as Watts wrenches hard on the hold, rocking backwards and forwards until he eventually rolls onto his back, suspending KB up on two raised knees. DANIELS: Watts with that submission hold locked in.. that back of Blaze has gotta be hurting so much right now! Watts continues to pull as hard as he can on the hold, Blaze's back contorting into some ungodly angle as the Champ shouts at the referee to ask KB if he submits. Blaze refuses, and, frustrated, Watts tosses him off, then pops to his feet and sits Blaze up before kicking him hard in the spine once again.. then a second time.. before turning and hitting the ropes.. rebounding.. and charging in with a dropkick right between the shoulderblades. DANIELS: OOFT!!! Watts shoves KB down onto his back, and dives over him for the cover... ONE! - - - - TWO! - KICKOUT!!! Watts pulls KB up, and leans him chest-first against the ropes. He then drives a series of forearms into KB's spine - complete with some entirely-unnecessary "HI-YAH!" noises - then spins him round and snaps him with a big European Uppercut. Watts then whips KB off the ropes.. DISCUS CLOTHESLINE.. but KB ducks it, then leaps up onto the second rope, springboards round.. right into an AA spinebuster from Watts. Watts then hooks KB's legs as he gets to his feet, and falls backwards, slingshotting KB up and into the ropes, which causes Blaze to bounce back and land spine-first on the raised knees of Watts. Watts then tosses KB off and goes for the cover again... ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THR-KICKOUT!!! KEENAN: HE GOT HIM!!! DANIELS: NO HE DIDN'T! The referee says it was two.. but good god, HOW CLOSE WAS THAT!? Watts throws his hands up in frustration, looking wide-eyed at the referee as he tries to convince him of the three-count. DANIELS: Watts is convinced that should've been it... KEENAN: He's not the only one! DANIELS: ..but Blaze clearly got the shoulder up JUST in the nick of time! Having eventually realised that the official's mind will not be changed, Watts turns his attentions back to KB, dragging him over alongside the ropes. Watts then grabs the top rope and steps up onto Blaze's back, balancing there for a few seconds before hopping up onto the bottom rope, then springboarding off and coming down hard with a double stomp to the spine. Watts steps back, as KB begins forcing himself up, then steps in and muscles KB back against the turnbuckle. Watts presses his forearm into KB's throat momentarily, then kicks him hard three times in the gut. Watts follows with another uppercut, then grabs KB by the wrist and whips him across the ring.. but KB counters, sending Watts crashing spine-first into the opposing turnbuckle. KB drops to a knee, clutching at his back briefly before forcing himself back up and charging forward.. he leaps.. but Watts steps forward and hooks his arms under KB's legs, propelling him up and over his head.. but Blaze manages to land on his feet on the top rope.. steady himself.. only to have Watts dive at the ropes and knock KB off-balance, dropping him crotch-first onto the support bar. DANIELS: OHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOT a good landing there for The Aerial Specialist! KEENAN: Good job he already has a kid, huh? As KB begins to slip off, Watts grabs him by the head, stepping up onto the second rope and pulling KB round to face him. DANIELS: Oh but hold on.. this next landing could be even worse, because it looks as though Watts may be setting up for something here! Watts steps up onto the top rope, pulling KB up with him and grabbing him in a front-facelock. Watts tosses KB's arm over his shoulder.. but Blaze suddenly begins to fight back, throwing piston-like shots into his opponent's side. Watts' grip is loosened, which allows KB to pull his head free and begin punching Watts in the face. Watts drops to the second rope, as KB - still perched on the top - then grabs his head and slams it into the top buckle.. then suddenly leaps forward, hooking his legs around Watts' head and taking him over backwards, driving him headfirst into the mat as the crowd explodes. DANIELS: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! KRIMZON BLAZE.. GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.. A CANADIAN DESTROYER FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!! KEENAN: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!! DANIELS: IN ALL MY YEARS... oh man.. Decker Watts could be seriously hurt here! Watts lies motionless on the canvas, as KB drops under the ropes to the outside, crumpled on the floor and clutching his back once again. The referee attempts to check on Watts briefly, then on Blaze from over the ropes.. before raising his hands and beginning to count... ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - DANIELS: The referee beginning a count.. Krimzon Blaze just hit perhaps the critical exclamation point in this contest.. but as it stands it could well be him that LOSES this match! - THREE! - - KEENAN: He's stuck on the outside.. I dunno if he can pull himself back in with that back in the condition it's in! - - FOUR! - - - - - FIVE! - - - - - SIX! - - - - - SEVEN! - - Finally, KB begins to try and pull himself up, tugging on the apron curtain as he attempts to plant his unsteady feet on the floor. - - EIGHT! - - - - - NINE! - - - - - TE-KB ROLLS BACK IN! DANIELS: OH! IN THE ABSOLUTE NICK OF TIME, BLAZE GETS HIMSELF BACK IN THE RING.. AND RIGHT INTO THE COVER!!! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICKOUT!!! DANIELS: WHAT!?!?!?!? KEENAN: WHAT!?!?!?!? CROWD: WHAT!?!?!?!? BLAZE: WHAT!?!?!?!? DANIELS: WATTS KICKED OUT! WATTS KICKED OUT! I DUNNO HOW HE'S STILL BREATHING.. BUT SOMEHOW.. SOME WAY.. THE X-CHAMP IS STILL IN THIS CONTEST!!! KB clutches at his hair as he stares up at the lights, eyes wide in absolute shock and disbelief. He rolls over and pounds the mat, looking up at the referee who insists that it was only a two-count. DANIELS: Blaze absolutely beside himself here.. and who can blame him!? What does he have to do to defeat Decker Watts here tonight!? Blaze finally gets back to his feet, still obviously favouring his back as he hobbles over to the ropes and looks out into the crowd. BLAZE: THE KODE OF SILENCE... CROWD: ...HAS CHOSEN YOUUUUU!!!!! The crowd erupts once again as KB points at the downed Decker Watts, then marches over and grabs him round the neck, hauling him slowly to his feet. KB drops his head.. leans Watts over his shoulders.. stands.. but immediately his back gives out and he sinks to his knees, Watts slumping to the mat behind him. DANIELS: Blaze can't get Watts up.. Blaze can't hit the Kode of Silence! KEENAN: Now you see the strategy, Jarred! Now you see what a brilliant man Decker Watts really is!!! With pain in his eyes, Blaze looks over his shoulder, spying Watts still motionless, face-up on the canvas. Blaze shrugs, then grits his teeth and forces himself up to his feet again.. then charges to the ropes.. rebounds.. HOLY SHOT.. but Watts suddenly rolls under and avoids the contact! Blaze bounces chest-first off the canvas.. stumbles back to his feet, as Watts groggily pops up himself.. Blaze turns.. Watts kicks him in the stomach.. front-facelock.. DRILL BABY DRILL!!! DANIELS: D.B.D!!! D.B.D!!! DECKER WATTS FROM.. BAH GAWD.. FROM OUT OF NOWHERE.. I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD.. BUT HE JUST SPIKED KRIMZON BLAZE'S SKULL RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS!!! Decker dives over KB, hooking one leg with his arms and the other with his ankle as the referee dives into position... ONE! - - - - - TWO! - - - - - THREE!!!!! *DING DING DING!* "Bonfire" by Knife Party hits the soundsystem as Watts immediately rolls to the outside, then crumples lifeless to the floor as the adrenaline is immediately drained from his body. TOWERS: The winner of this match.. the Combat Pro X-Champion.. DECKERRRRRRRRRR WATTSSSSS!!!!! DANIELS: What a battle.. what an all-out WAR these two men fought here tonight in Hartford, Connecticut! Folks, I don't know how he did it.. I daresay even HE doesn't know how he did it.. but Decker Watts... Decker Watts has kept his undefeated streak going here tonight! KEENAN: I told you he would, Jarred.. you just never listen to the words of the wiser! The camera focuses on the sight of Watts being tended to by the referee, before cutting to commercial. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -The shot cuts to the new Combat Pro announcers
table where Daniels and Keenan are sitting.- Daniels: Listen nobody is saying that Zandrous has any claim to the Combat Pro TV Title but it's the elephant in the room right now, former champions of another company, a company we just did a ppv with are now here in Combat Pro, hell El Pablo owns half the gold from that company, we have to at least note this. Keenan: Those belts are now just decoration, El Pablo isn't going to be defending those belts here, that company is in shambles, all their championships are owned by men that are no longer with the company, we are not going to waste time talking about them here on our show, WE DIDN'T NEED THEM, THEY NEEDED US!!!! PERIOD!!!!! Now let's get back to talking about our business… Daniels: What do you think I was doing before you climbed up on your soapbox and started preaching the gospel of Combat Pro, I'm simply saying that tonight our TV Champion, the Combat Pro TV Champion Daniel Ward puts his title up against maybe his biggest challenge to date in a man who holds the TV Title from another company, that is all I'm trying to say. Keenan: And all I'm saying is we aren't going to waste our air time talking about men and championships from another company, I won't allow it, this is COMBAT PRO, THE HELL WITH EVERYONE ELSE!!!! -'Cochise' interrupts the broadcast team and the fans inside the XL Center explode to their feet.- Daniels: Well you may have spoken a little too soon partner, we both know that music, is he really here? -Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage and the fans mark out at the sight of him, wearing a pair of jeans and ironically enough a Superman T-Shirt, he is carrying a back pack which he drops at the top of the ramp, he raises his arms and crossed them into an X before acting like he's ripping open his shirt ala Clark Kent, the fans explode into cheer for this, he grabs the back pack and marches towards the ring.- Daniels: This Combat Pro audience on their feet as Xavier Reid is well heading to our ring. Keenan: I thought wrestling fans hated this kid, shouldn't they be booing the living hell out of him? Daniels: Xavier Reid has been on a road of redemption for months now, he's gone from a spoiled kid to a man, hell a World Champion, this isn't the same guy who walked into this business 5 years ago. Keenan: Honestly I liked the spoiled kid better!! -Xavier wipes his feet on the apron and climbs through the ropes and tosses the back pack into the middle of the ring before heading to the corner, he climbs up to the middle rope and crosses his arms again into a X as the fans continue to cheer. Jessica Towers enters the ring and stands waiting for Xavier.- Keenan: Someone needs to get Jessica out of the ring now, Xavier doesn't have a good track record with women, he'll either bash in her face with a chair or sleep with her just to piss off her ex!!! Daniels: Will you shut up!!! -Xavier jumps downs and walks to the center of the ring, Jessica hands him a microphone before exiting the ring, Xavier stand there for a few seconds taking it all in, the crowd is still standing applauding him.- Xavier Reid: MOTHER FUC……….. NO, sorry, I can't do it, I wanted to, I wanted to mock that son of a bitch here tonight but it's played out, he's played out, I've moved on, left that company, I took the most important prize in that company…. -Xavier picks up the back pack and raises it into the air.- Xavier Reid: You all know what's inside this bag, the belt that's in this bag, their lawyers have issued me a cease and desist order, barring me from showing their World Title on another companies TV show but we all know who their TRUE World Champion is, go ahead and have your little World Title tournament but know your history, your World Title history, all its tradition, IT ALL ENDS WITH ME!!!!! Daniels: Love him or hate him he's at least being honest here tonight. Keenan: Just pull out the belt, let them sue us. Xavier Reid: So I find myself a man without a home, a nomad wondering around from company to company hearing their best offers, collecting contract after contract, hell I have one from every company worth a damn. -Xavier unzips the back pack and pulls out a stack of papers.- Xavier Reid: WCWF, Victor Kennedy, a man that nearly shut down Combat Pro, he's telling me I could be the biggest thing in Sports Entertainment, movies, TV shows and all that crap but I don't give a damn about being a Hollywood star, I'm a wrestler so no, it won't be WCWF, sorry Vicki!!! -Xavier rips the WCWF contract into two.- Xavier Reid: I have had companies like New York City Wrestling inviting me in, telling me I'll be the center piece of their company, I can launch them into the next big thing in this business, they are willing to hand me anything I want, but the problem is T-Mac Williams is willing to cripple his company for one man, I'm not into being the biggest fish in a very small pond, see I like the thrill of a big time fight, who there can challenge me, give me that chance to have a five star match, sorry T-Mac, I'm just not into making you and your company a bigger player than they really should be, I'd be wasting my career there. -Xavier tears the New York City Wrestling contract up.- Xavier Reid: I'll be the first to say I have done some really shitty things in my career, none more than bankrupting Mexican Championship Wrestling, I killed that place, for nothing more than to have a good laugh but Miguel Chavez busted his ass and got him finances back in order and has re-launched the MCW and after all I did to him and that company he still called, he faxed me this contract, a three year deal, worth more pesos than I could ever spend and lets be honest, I owe than man but since we are being honest I still really hate Mexico, come on people it stinks like shit, I couldn't see myself spending three years with a cloths pen on my nose. I give Miguel Chavez a lot of credit, it takes a big man to reach out to someone that nearly killed off his family's business but sorry ese, Xavier Reid won't be going South of the Border. -The Mexican Championship Wrestling contract gets torn into two.- Xavier Reid: Hell I even got this one today, just hours before I walked into this arena…. -Xavier holds up a contract, the camera zooms in and sees it's from the CEW. The fans begin to boo as they see it on the big screen.- Xavier Reid: Eric O'Sullivan offering me anything I want to come back, to bring this belt back with me, hell he's willing to make me the center piece of that company, to replace a certain Main Man atop of the ladder but the fact remains he fucked me, on what should have been my biggest night be fucked me over, for nothing I did, no, for the all mighty dollar, so I know he's watching, I know he's waiting for me to let him know what I'm going to do, Eric, from the bottom of my heart…..GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!!! -The crowd erupts as Xavier tears the contract up into pieces and then spits on the remains.- Xavier Reid: Companies from Japan, England and Canada have all called, hell every little small promotion who thinks they may have a chance has picked up the phone and called my management team, even Frankie Manning called and wanted me to come with him, he was willing to give me a piece of the company but I wasn't interested in any of them, there was one place that caught my eye, one meeting that got me thinking and it happened 20 mins ago back stage with William Masters. -The fans boo at the mention of William Masters.- Xavier Reid: Yeah I get you hate him, I get it and people asked me how I can be as pissed as I am at Eric O'Sullivan and not be equal as pissed off at William Masters and it's simple, Masters was looking out for what's best for his company, for his champion, he knew what it would mean to have Ryan Shane and Big Nasty Main Event Ultraviolent Retribution, he knew it was good business and I can't hate a man for looking out for his company and his wrestlers and yes I know he's just a puppet, I know he's being feed his lines but I can't lie, I was intrigued by the offer, true was at Event Horizon I was interested in this place but there was two thing keeping me from it, one was my contract with the CEW, well that's no longer a problem and the second thing was Derek Damage!!! Daniels: Derek Damage, what did he have against Damage? Keenan: Shut up and maybe he'll tell you. Xavier Reid: You see I know you remember I was once in CZW, I heard the 'Welcome Back' chants backstage that night, but my time spent in the CZW was god awful and Damage was to blame for that, I was a former North American Champion and I was pushed aside, not given the chance I deserved and much like Eric O'Sullivan fucked over on a ppv and that was the final straw, make no mistake had Derek Damage still been the CEO then I walked from the CEW I wouldn't be standing in this ring tonight but he's not the CEO and this isn't the CZW, this is Combat Pro and I have been given a contract that is fitting to a World Champion and all I can say is thank you Ryan Shane, because I know who pushed Masters to reach out to me, so for me the search is over…. -Xavier reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pen, he signs the Combat Pro and the crowd goes insane.- Daniels: And Combat Po has just signed the hottest free agent on the open market!!! Keenan: Hell even I can't say this sucks. Xavier Reid: I accept the Combat Pro's offer and now I'm putting the guys in the back on notice, I'm not coming in to play second to ANYONE!!! I was dicked out of a Main Event at Ultraviolent Retribution and I'm looking to take back what is mine…. -Xavier is cut off as 'Taking You Down' rips through the arena. The fans turn to hate as Eric Collum walks out onto the stage wearing a pair of black steel-toed boots, faded blue jeans, and a tight fitting new black Combat Pro t-shirt with 'DXM' spraypainted in blue over the logo. The CZW Intercontinental championship, also tagged as property of Deus eX Machina, is draped proudly over his left shoulder. He stares down at the ring with a grin on his face and begins his march down the ramp. Boos rain down on him like a tidal wave, failing to break his unwavering gaze on the last CEW World Heavyweight champion standing in the center of the ring. Collum walks around to the timekeeper's table to collect a microphone before ascending the steel steps into the ring. As he passes through the ropes, he pulls the title from his shoulder. He steps to the center of the ring, eyes locked with Xavier Reid, and raises his title high above his head. Reid simply laughs, never breaking the stare with Collum. The growing wave of boos drowns out the sound of his fading theme music, and only after the wave dies down does he take a step back and raise the microphone to his lips. Daniels: Oh for crying out loud, here we go! Keenan: Ya knew it was comin' Jarred. Maybe not which one of 'em it would be, but with the last CEW World Heavyweight champion in the ring, you had to have known they would send someone to introduce themselves as the big dog in the yard. Eric Collum: First of all, the only reason the Iron Man match took spotlight precedence over the crowning moment of your career, at a CEW-based event, is because Ryan Shane is more of a draw as World Heavyweight champion than you and 'The Main Ho' A.C. combined. -The crowd reacts quickly with hate at the unprovoked insulting interruption. Eric Collum: Second, while you're throwin' out "thank you's," don't forget who broke Derek Damage's face with a lead pipe. -Xavier Reid nods his head with a smile while the fans boo some more. Daniels: Must we listen to this garbage week after week? Keenan: Until somebody comes along that can actually shut him up! Eric Collum: Now, I don't know how things were handled over at CEW...but around here, you don't just come out here and start puttin' anybody on notice for anything. William Masters may be the man who handed you those pieces of paper in your hand, but if you want anything else around here, you gotta pass through the proper channels. You wanna come down to our ring and speak your piece about signing a contract, you check with DXM first and make sure it's ok. You wanna hand out cake and punch for your birthday, you better damn well ask us what flavor icing. You wanna come out here and blindly look for a fight... Collum steps up until he's inches from Reid's face. Eric Collum: ...you come to DXM. The crowd's mood suddenly shifts to excitement at the implication as a small wave of cheers sweeps through the arena. Reid returns Collum's cocky smirk, refusing to break eye contact. The two stare back at each other with jaws clenched for what seems like an eternity before Collum takes a step back and raises the microphone again. Eric Collum: Now normally, at the mention of a five star match, I'd point you in the direction of a Five Star Superstar. Unfortunately, El Pablo may not be able to walk down here on his own under the weight of three...yeah, that's right Xavier, THREE CEW titles. CEW's all but erased and El Pablo is taking more gold down with him than you are now or will for the rest of your time here in Combat Pro. Keep that belt zipped away in that backpack as long as you can, because it's the closest thing to being a real champion here you're gonna get. Or maybe...maybe Xavier, you're idea of a real fight is a match against your counterpart, the Combat Pro World Heavyweight champion. Maybe you wanna fight 'The Straight Edge Curse.' -There is an easily recognizable rise in the volume of cheers from the audience. Keenan: Oh ho! Daniels: They want it! Eric Collum: Unfortunately, Ryan Shane may not feel like taking on such an easy challenge so soon after the last one. The crowd quickly returns to hate against the Intercontinental champion. Daniels: I don't think he even watched the same match I did, Big Nasty put up one hell of a fight! Eric Collum: So seeing as how you're the newest paper champion to join the ranks of men looking to make a name for themselves, why don't you step up to the Combat Pro Measuring Stick and find out just how worthy of calling yourself a champion you really are? Daniels: Measuring stick? Is he really still using that? He got that from Mike King! Barry 'The Mind' Keenan: That's not all he took from Mike King! Collum adjusts his title higher up on his shoulder and lowers his microphone, staring back at Xavier Reid. Xavier Reid: It's cute that you compare what your pal did in the CEW with what I did, see I'm guilty, I'm guilty of not seeing a lot of what El Pablo did in the CEW, you see, I never got there until the second hour, see I didn't catch a lot of what the lower talent did in hour number one but yes, he sure was the king of the crap titles there, belts I had ZERO interest in, that Global Title he's carrying around, the old North American Title, see it stopped being important once I moved on from it but I'm not here to talk about the CEW, EP winning and leaving with those titles didn't mean shit, hell honestly I didn't even know we had a tag team division over there but me leaving, IT CRIPPLED THE COMPANY!!! Xavier steps forward and two are nose to nose.- Xavier Reid: Now if this is DXM's idea of a welcome party I think Cassidy might want to stick to her day job, I know me signing here was going to upset a lot of important people, people who didn't want to see themselves lose out on their 'spots' at the top but I'm shocked I've upset someone like you Eric, someone so 'MIDCARD' the only reason you are important these days is because who you roll with, what the hell have you done, beat Mike King, pal I was doing that years ago, you're a little late to the party on that one but me signing here has clearly upset you, I can see it, I can hear the bass in your voice, maybe I threaten you, those three little letters across your chest, I WAS A FOUNDING FATHER OF THOSE LETTERS!!! Maybe you felt the need to come out here and put me in my place, maybe you were told to come out here and put me in my place, honestly I thought if any member of your little band of brothers where going to come out here tonight I thought it would have been Ryan, with the history and all but whatever, I get you, Eric Collum, the Combat Pro Intercontinental Champion, out here question the champion and I am, putting down all I have done these past few years, calling me, oh yeah, A Paper Champion, you want to me my measuring stick, my first test here in Combat Pro, well normally I wouldn't lower myself against a guy like you, walking around with a belt like that, but hell, we all have to slum it from time to time, now I thought I was past my days of having to prove myself, I thought people got it, I thought people understood that when you tangle with Xavier Reid bad things happen to you and you leave 20 lbs lighter, now I have to be honest with you Eric, you were so far off my radar when I walked through that door, the belt you are so proudly resting on your shoulder, the one you are trying to make me jealous of right now, it wasn't something I was gunning for but we all from time to time have to adjust our plans, see I planned on coming out here tonight, sign my contract and then ease my way in but you clearly have a problem with me being here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do, you want to be my measuring stick, I'll take you up on that offer and in the same time make that title that is wasting away on you important again, hell maybe I'll even raise your stock on this company, see it's what I do Eric, I make people and title important, I carry that kind of importance, a lesson you're about to find out first hand, I wanted someone important, someone that mattered but I got you!!! Eric slaps Xavier right across the face. Xavier takes a few steps back.- Keenan: Does Xavier know just who he's dealing with? Daniels: One could ask Eric the same question. -Xavier smiles rubbing his face and gets right back in the face of Eric Collum but is turned away again by another slap to the face.- Daniels: Um, security please, is anyone in the back paying attention? Keenan: Xavier just needs to learn his place, Eric is just teaching him some manners. The smile disappears from Xavier's face and he charges in on Eric, but Eric is ready, the two men begin to trade rights and lefts.- Daniels: OH HELL IT'S ON, BOTH MEN SWINGING WITH EVERYTHING THEY HAVE, NEITHER GIVING AN INCH!!!! Keenan: And here comes the Combat Pro security, they hit the ring and are trying to pull these two part… Daniels: BUT THEY AREN'T HAVING MUCH LUCK, COLLUM AND REID STILL SWINGING AT EACH OTHER AS THEY ARE PULLED APART. Xavier Reid is forced out of the ring and Eric picks up the Intercontinental Champion and holds it up and is still jawing at Xavier and security marches him up the ramp. Daniels: It seems these two men are on a collision course… Keenan: And Xavier Reid is going to learn why you don't mess with DXM!!!! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Daniels: Well folks, this next match is going to be nothing short of an all out brawl. Both Tim Timmons' and Wes Hartley have got to be here with a point to prove tonight, Mind. Barry Keenan: No doubt about that JD, Wes Hartley put up one hell of a fight against Decker Watts, but in the end the better man won out. As for Timmons, well...I'd be embarrassed and pissed off at the world too if I was mistaken by security for a fan and denied entry to the biggest show of the year. Daniels: Emotions are running high here tonight in Hartford! Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 268 pounds...'The Whole Show,' TIM TIMMONS!! 'You're Going Down' by Sick Puppies hits the P.A. system and the fans hit their feet. Tim Timmons storms out onto the stage, looking around at all the fans with a big grin on his face. He beats his chest and slams his fist into the ground before marching down the ramp. He runs up the steel steps and cockily steps through the ropes. He plays to the crowd a little before turning and facing the entrance ramp as his music fades. Daniels: Timmons is fired up Keenan! Barry Keenan: He's definitely carrying himself with a whole other energy than we're used to seeing! He means business! 'Hero' by Pop Evil takes over and receives a similar fan reaction with an explosion of cheers. Jessica Towers: And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds...from Nashville, Tennessee...WES HARTLEY!! Wes Hartley walks out onto the stage, his eyes roaming over Timmons and the audience, and continues down the ramp completely ignoring his fans. Barry Keenan: Hartley looks totally unfocused right now. He better get his head in the game here. Daniels: I agree. He definitely does not seem to have that same fire in his eyes as before, and it could end up meaning--WHOA!! Barry Keenan: Timmons isn't waiting! He just speared Hartley out of nowhere on the ramp! Timmons and Hartley roll around trading punches while the referee runs out to break it up. Timmons makes it to his feet first and boots Hartley right in the head! The referee starts in on him, and Timmons raises a hand to him. The referee quickly cowers and stumbles backward. Timmons runs him off, then focuses his attention back on Hartley. He kicks him in the ribs, sending him rolling down the ramp. He comes to a stop at the bottom of the ring and Timmons delivers a few more stomps before picking him up and rolling him into the ring, following behind. The referee signals and the starting bell rings. Daniels: Finally this match can get underway! Barry Keenan: Yeah, and smart move by Timmons. He's got the upper hand. Timmons picks Hartley up and whips him into the ropes. Hartley rebounds and is met with a big boot to the jaw! Timmons wastes no time and reaches down to pick Hartley back up. As he does, Hartley delivers a couple of hard punches to the midsection, doubling Timmons over. He kicks Timmons in the gut and follows up with a DDT! Barry Keenan: Maybe that last kick to the face is what Wes Hartley needed to wake him up and bring him back into this fight! Timmons crawls over to the nearest corner and sits himself up. As he attempts to catch his breath, Hartley charges in with a facewash! Timmons rolls around on the ground, holding his jaw, and Hartley starts in on him. As he lifts Timmons to his feet, Timmons slips around behind him. He hooks his arms around Hartley's midsection and hits a German suplex! Daniels: And just like that, Timmons back in control! Timmons stands behind Hartley, waiting for him to stand up. Timmons reaches his left arm under Hartley's right and behind his head, then clasps fingers with his right arm stretched between Hartley's legs. He flips Hartley up and slams him to the mat with a pumphandle slam! He drops for a quick pin.
One!
Two!!
Kickout!
Timmons argues with the referee about the count, but drops it and regains focus on Hartley. He lifts him to his feet and pulls his head between his legs. He grabs Hartley's legs and lifts him up then drops him with a cradle piledriver! Hartley sprawls out on the mat on his back and Timmons heads to the corner, climbing up top. He sizes Hartley up and leaps, connecting with a Five Star Frog Splash! He hooks the leg!
One!
Two!!
Thr--Kickout!!!
Timmons rolls over on his back, shaking his head in frustration and disbelief. Daniels: What resiliency by Hartley! Barry Keenan: Yeah, so far this match has been all Timmons. He's hitting some pretty heavy moves on Hartley, but nothing big enough to close it out yet. Timmons gets to his feet just ahead of Hartley. Timmons reaches for him but Hartley fires a kick to the gut, followed by an uppercut! Timmons stumbles back then steps back up, Hartley ducks under his arms and lifts him up, spinebuster! Timmons rolls around on the mat holding his back, and Hartley waits on one knee, catching his breath, for Timmons to get up. As he does, Hartley slips behind him and wraps his arm around Timmons' head. Daniels: Dragon Sleeper! The referee checks with Timmons, asking if he wants to give up. Timmons refuses and spits at the persistent referee! Daniels: Did you see that?! Timmons just spit in Jason Humel's face! Barry Keenan: Hey I'm liking this new attitude! Timmons struggles with Hartley but eventually manages to twist over and break the hold. He quickly kicks Hartley in the gut and lifts him up in a Torture Rack! Barry Keenan: Timmons inflicting some pain in return! Timmons wrenches Hartley's back. Hartley screams but refuses to tap. An evil grin spreads across Timmons' face and he nods his head as his fans cheer, knowing what's coming next. Barry Keenan: He may end it here! Timmons swings Hartley over his head--Hartley reverses! He drops down in front of Timmons, keeping hold of his arms. He hooks both arms and lifts Timmons up, brainbuster! Daniels: Hartless Driver! Wes Hartley just changed the tide of this match! Wes down for the cover...this one is over.... Barry Keenan: Wait a second...look at this...we've got a fan climbing the barricad... A large...LARGE woman is fighting off security as she comes toward the ring! The referee moves to the ropes to block her off immediately. Daniels: Wes Hartley standing up...he's confused as to why there's no count. Folks we apologize for this interruption...from time to time this sort of thing happens-wait a second. The fans turn into major heat...Decker Watts comes
out of the crowd from the opposite side...he hops up on the
apron... DECKER CLOBBERS WES WITH THE SCEPTER WHEN HE TURNS AROUND...IT EXPLODES INTO A MILLION GLITTERY PIECES!!!!!! The fans: OHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Daniels: DAMMIT...DAMMIT DECKER WATTS JUST...I DON'T BELIEVE THIS DECKER WATTS JUST DRILLED WES HARTLEY WITH THAT STUPID SCEPTER...AND NOW HE'S PULLING TIMMONS ON TOP OF WES HARTLEY!!!! DON'T TELL ME.... Barry Keenan: That hot buff chick is just letting
security take her away now...Humel turns back to the mat...here we go...HERE WE
GO DANIELS....
Two!!
Three!!! Barry Keenan: Hey man, did you forget about how Wes Hartley crapped all over Decker's celebration earlier?! Wes Hartley had this coming! Daniels: The hell he did...folks...we'll be back after this. Decker Watts is a terrible human being. THE FANS ARE ALL OVER DECKER...he backs up the ramp with a smirk shaking his pointer finger back and forth...Wes is busted open out cold on the mat!
@KandiBJ69: help me...someone...pls help me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Shot cuts to Daniels and Keenan sitting ringside.- Daniels: The buzz for tonight's Main Event has been electric ever since it was announced that Daniel Ward would defend the Combat Pro TV Title against a man that walked out of Ultraviolent Retribution with a TV Title of his own. Keenan: Do not compare our title to the titles of a crappy company, they aren't on par with ours just because they are both TV Titles. Our champions are the most dominate men in the business and didn't win tin on a ppv they needed our help to sell!!! Daniels: Regardless of my partners opinions the internet has been buzzing about this match since it was announced. I'm aware this is not a true unification match but you can't deny the fact that Zandrous is or was a TV Champion and tonight he faces off against our TV Champion in his first night in Combat Pro. Keenan: Which begs me to ask how the hell did he get this match in his first night in this company, there are plenty of more deserving men in that locker room, this guy should have earned this shot, not just had it handed to him. Daniels: This defends my point that Combat Pro is recognizing the fact he held a belt similar to this, we didn't buy that company but you can't deny the influx of talent Combat Pro has received since the ppv and all the issues that company had and are having, he is being rewarded for his success there with a shot at his counterpart here tonight and the wrestling world will be watching as two TV Champions collide in our Combat Pro Main Event and the prize, THE COMBAT PRO TV CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Let's head up to the ring and the lovely Jessica Towers, it's Main Event Time!!! -The bell rings and Jessica Towers steps to the center of the ring.- Jessica Towers: Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is tonights Main Event and is scheduled for one fall and is for THE COMBAT PRO TV CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Introducing first the challenger, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in tonight at 215lbs, he is accompanied to the ring by Lucia, making his Combat Pro debut please welcome…..ZANDROUS!!!!! -The boos reign down from the Combat Pro audiences as 'Hell' by Disturbed rings out through the arena. Lucia walks out first from behind the curtain and kneels down as Zandrous walks out onto the stage.- Daniels: Zandrous not receiving the love from this Combat Pro crowd here tonight. Keenan: And why would he, these fans know where he came from, he's an outsider here. -Zandrous pulls Lucia up to her feet by her hair and she follows him to the ring, running ahead to open up the ropes for him. Zandrous takes the center of the ring and stairs out into the Combat Pro crowd.- Jessica Towers: And his opponent, from Cambridge, England, weighting in at 225lbs, representing The Wayward Sons, he is the reigning and defending Combat Pro TV Champion…. 'THE BRITISH LION' DANIEL WARD!!!!!! -The crowd pops as 'God Save the Queen' by The Sex Pistols blast through the PA. The crowd comes to their feet to support their own as Daniel Ward steps out onto the stage, he stops and unhooks the Combat Pro TV Title from around his waist and lifts it into the air.- Daniels: Well no doubt who this Combat Pro audience is behind tonight… Keenan: Of course they are behind Daniel Ward, he is one of ours…. Daniels: As is Zandrous, this isn't a damn invasion, this guy is signed in Combat Pro… Keenan: Yeah well we know where he came from!!! -Daniel Ward walks to the ring still holding up the Combat Pro TV Title in the air for everyone to see. He climbs into the ring and goes to the corner, climbs to the second rope and thrust the title into the air to the cheers.- Daniels: The Combat Pro world is ready for this huge Main Event here tonight!!! Keenan: Time to show the wrestling world just where the most talented wrestlers in this business are, where the true champions reside!!! -Daniel Ward hands the Combat Pro TV Title to head referee Darrin Powers who takes it over to Zandrous' corner and show the challenger before holding the title into the air.- DING DING DING Daniels: And we are off, and Zandrous charges out of his corner and is floored by a European Uppercut!!!! Keenan: TIMED PERFECTLY BY THE TV CHAMPION!!! Daniels: Zandrous up and Ward right on him, locks his hands around the challengers waist and huge belly to belly throw suplex that send Zandrous into the corner, Ward up and charges in AND HUGE KNEE TO THE FACE OF ZANDROUS WHO WAS STILL SLUMPED OVER IN THE CORNER!!!!! Keenan: The champion on fire here tonight and Zandrous rolls out onto the floor to collect his thoughts. Daniels: Yes but the champion not letting up, WARD OFF THE ROPES AND SUICIDE DIVE THAT TAKES OUT ZANDROUS!!!! Keenan: And look at Daniel Ward, he pops up and is high fiving the fans ringside. Daniels: Darrin Powers is ordering Daniel back into the ring and Ward rolls back into the ring as Powers begins his count but Daniel rolls back out to the floor after Zandrous. Keenan: He's not going to give him a chance to recover. Daniels: You are 100% right, Ward pulls Zandrous up by his hair and shoves him into the ring. Keenan: But look at this, around the corner comes Lucia but Ward sees her out of the corner of his eye and turns. Daniels: And she comes to an abrupt stop, she's trying to tell Daniel she wasn't going to do anything but he's not buying it. Keenan: She turns and runs and Ward after her. Daniels: Lucia into the ring where Zandrous is starting to get to his feet and Ward in after her AND ZANDROUS EXPLODES WITH A UNBELIEVABLE CLOTHESLINE THAT TURNS WARD INSIDE OUT!!!! Keenan: And Daniel Ward learned life's toughest lesson, never chase after a women!!! Daniels: And now Zandrous putting the boots to the Combat Pro TV Champion. Keenan: And look Lucia, she is pleased with herself, smiling and laughing as her man is now in control. Daniels: She gave Zandrous the opening he needed and now he's got Ward up and he lifts him up and sits him up on the top turnbuckle. Keenan: He's looking for a big impact move here. Daniels: Huge right hand that snaps Daniel's head back and Zandrous up to the second rope, he hooks him AND SUPERPLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!! Keenan: Zandrous pulling out all the stops here tonight. Daniels: Zandrous right on top…..1………………..…2………..BUT WARD KICKS OUT!!! -The fans pop for that.- Keenan: Zandrous looks at Head Referee Darrin Powers who holds up two fingers to the displeasure of the challenger. Daniels: Zandrous rolls up and is ready, motioning
for Ward to get to his feet Daniels: WARD UP AND ZANDROUS CHARGES ACROSS THE RING AND SENDS WARD FLYING BACKWARDS WITH A HUGE KNEE LIFT TO THE FACE, WARD OFF THE ROPES AND ZANDROUS FLOORS HIM WITH A DDT!!!!! Keenan: DID YOU SEE DANIEL'S NECK SNAP BACK? Daniels: ZANDROUS COVERS……IT'S OVER………………1………………………….2………………………….AND NO!!!!! DANIEL GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES AS THE REF WAS COMING DOWN WITH THE THREE COUNT!!!! -THE FANS GO NUTS!!!- Keenan: And look at Zandrous, he can't believe it and Lucia is pleading with Darrin Powers. Daniels: He was seconds away from winning the TV Championship on his first night in the company but Ward has the heart of a champion. Keenan: But Ward is on dream street right now. Daniels: Zandrous in complete control right now, he's back on his feet and pulls Ward back up to his feet and sends him into the ropes AND A BACK BODY DROP, ZANDROUS OFF THE SIDE ROPES AND DROPS A MASSIVE KNEE DOWN ONTO THE FACE OF DANIEL WARD!!!! Keenan: And now Zandrous is toying with the champ, slapping him across the face, again and again, no respect at all for Daniel Ward. -The fans begin to boo and Zandrous smiles, enjoying their heat as he slaps Ward one more time.- Daniels: Zandrous scream out it's over, he pulls Ward up….HE HOOKS HIS ARSM….HE'S GOING FOR THE REVELATION BUT WARD TRYING TO FIGHT FREE!!!! Keenan: ZANDROUS ONLY HAS ONE ARMED HOOK!!!! Daniels: WARD TRYING TO FIGHT HIM OFF HERE….HE GETS HIS OTHER ARM FREE AND WITH ALL HIS MIGHT HE POWERS UP AND SENDS ZANDROUS OVER HIS BACK WITH A BACK BODY DROP!!!!! Keenan: WARD DROPS TO HIS KNEES….THAT TOOK A TON OUT OF HIM!!! Daniels: ZANDROUS ALREADY BACK UP TO HIS FEET AND FIRES OFF A HEAD KICK BUT WARD DUCKS AND P.O.W.R. THAT SENDS ZANDROUS FLYING BACK INTO THE CORNER!!!! Keenan: A POP UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM THE BRITISH LION!!!! Daniels: ZANDROUS BOUNCED OUT OF THE CORNER AND WARD SCOOPS HIM UP AND SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A VICIOUS KICK TO THE BACK OF ZANDROUS' HEAD!!! -The Combat Pro crowd begins to come alive!!!- Keenan: WARD ALL OVER HIM!!! Daniels: DANIEL WARD PULLES HIM UP….SNAPMARE AND A SICKENING KICK TO THE BACK OF ZANDROUS THAT ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE ARENA!!! Keenan: Ward fired up here!!! Daniels: WARD OFF THE ROPES AND ANOTHER SICK KICK TO THE BACK OF ZANDROUS AND NOW ANOTHER ONE….AND ANOTHER ONE….HE SCREAMS OUT AND DELIEVERS A FINAL KICK TO THE BACK OF ZANDROUS' HEAD!!!! Keenan: AND ZANDROUS FALLS OVER LIKE A RAG DOLL!!! Daniels: AND WARD WITH THE COVER….THIS COULD BE IT…………1……………….2……………………AND ZANDROUS WITH A SHOULD UP!!!! -The crowd gasps.- Keenan: HOW IN THE HELL DID THAT NOT KNOCK HIM OUT!? Daniels: Daniel Ward has to be wondering the same thing, Zandrous up onto all fours and WARD POUNCES….HOOKS HIS NECK…..LEGEND OF GEORGE!!!!! Keenan: HE'S HOOKED IN THE GROUNDED DRAGON SLEEPER!!! Daniels: WILL ZANDROUS TAP??? Keenan: OR PASS OUT??? Daniels: WARD CRANKING ON ZANDROUS' NECK, TWISTING THE HOLD AND THE REF CHEACKING…..ZANDROUS TRYING TO FIGHT OUT OF IT…..INCHING TOWARDS THE ROPES…..REACHES OUT HIS LEGS…..JUST SHORT OF THE ROPES….HE'S REACHING OUT HIS FOOT…..TRYING TO TOUCH THE ROPES…..THE REF IS ASKING HIM IF HE'S HAD ENOUGH…..ZANDROUS STRETCHING OUT THE FOOT AND IT HITS THE ROPES!!!!!! Keenan: THE REF IS TELLING WARD TO BREAK THE HOLD AS ZANDROUS' FOOT IS NOW ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!! Daniels: But how much did that take out of Zandrous, he's crawling to the corner and Ward is measuring him Keenan: Zandrous is ripe for the pickings here Daniels: Looks that way, Ward charges in BUT ZANDROUS DROPS AND NOBODYS HOME AS WARD DRIVES FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Keenan: Both competitors down on the mat from this grueling title match!!! Daniels: Lucia runs around the ring and is screaming for Zandrous to get to his feet and it looks to be working, he's up to a knee Keenan: But Daniels Ward is also up on all fours. -The Combat Pro crowd beings to stomp their feet and clap their hands.- Daniels: These two men have gone through a war here tonight, who will get to their feet first, Zandrous using the ropes to climb back up Keenan: As is our TV Champion Daniels: BOTH ME STANDING, ZANDROUS STRIKES FIRST BUT WARD DUCKS THE RIGHT AND GOES FOR A HEAD KICK BUT ZANDROUS DUCKS IT, HE TAKES ANOTHER WILD SWING THAT WARD DUCKS BUT WARD LOCKS HIM AROUND THE WAIST!!! Keenan: DOES HE HAVE ANYTHING LEFT FOR THIS Jarred Daniels: BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX…..AND HE HOLDS ON…..HE'S GOING FOR ANOTHER ONE…..STRUGGLING TO HIS FEET…..DIGGING DOWN…..ANOTHER BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX…..AND DANIEL WARD STILL HOLDS ON…..MUSTERING ALL HIS ENGERY AND STRENGTH…..ONE FINAL BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!!!! Keenan: WARD BRIDGES TO A PIN!!!! Daniels: BUT NOT ENOUGH….BOTH MEN'S SHOULDERS ARE PINNED…..DARRIN POWERS LOOKS AND DROPS FOR THE COUNT………..1………………..2…………….. Keenan: ZANDROUS ROLLS HIS RIGHT SHOULDER UP!!!! Daniels:……………………3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -The crowd is stunned as Darrin Powers motions for the bell!!!- Daniels: AND LOOK, DANIEL WARD THINKS HE'S DONE IT, HE DOESN'T KNOW HIS SHOULDERS WERE COUNTED DOWN!!!! Keenan: Zandrous looking at the referee motioning he got his shoulder up. -Jessica Towers hands Darrin Powers the Combat Pro TV Title and he walks it over to Zandrous.- Jessica Towers: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH………AND NEW COMBAT PRO TV CHAMPION…….ZANDROUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Zandrous grabs the title and rolls out of the ring and is met by Lucia who jumps into his arms as the crowd boos.- Daniels: Daniel Ward turns to Darrin Powers in disbelief and he's explaining to him his shoulders were in fact down. Keenan: All the energy it took to hit those three belly to back suplexes, he couldn't fully bridge at the end and his shoulders were counted down. Daniels: Daniel Ward drops to his knees in disbelief in the center of the ring as Zandrous holds up the Combat Pro TV Title in the air as the boos reign down inside the XL Center, in his first night in the company Zandrous wins Combat Pro Gold!!!!! -Final shot of Daniel Ward in the ring shaking his head before going backstage...- -Decker Watts is standing by with the same woman that attempted to run into the ring earlier. She stands with her arms folded in silence, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She's almost bigger than Decker...- Decker: We did it babe...we got that jerk good! Nobody messes with The King of Schwing, nobody! I'm undefeated, and I'm going to stay that way. Throw five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, twelve, forty six and two more guys at me, I don't care! I'll blow them all away! I will blow all of those guys...away! -Suddenly a set of bags get swung into Decker's chest...he almost stumbles but remains standing, gripping the bags with both arms.- Decker: Who the f-- oh... -The shot pans back...flanked by Cassidy Fontaine, Ryan Shane is standing there with his right arm in a sling.- Shane: Were you going to say
something? Shane: Yeah...you just make sure those stay off the
ground. -Shane walks on...Cassidy flips her hair at Decker and walks past...Decker watches them go...he smiles and even looks a little star struck...- "St. Anger" by Metallica rips through the speakers as the fans in the XL Center break into a riot of cheers! After a few moments, Mike King steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp. He looks out from under the bandana around his head with the look of a defeated man. Even the chants of his name from the Connecticut fans isn't enough to bring a smile to his face. King nods something to himself before pushing off and making his way to the ring.
Daniels: There have been rumors going around for days as to what Mike King has requested this time for. The former Intercontinental Champion has had a lot on his mind as of late, no more now than with his meetings with Eric Collum. I can only hope recent events haven't shaken King up too much.
Keenan: Oh boo frickity hoo! I don't know if you checked lately, but we're a professional sport! That means there are winners and there are losers, and those who can't get the job done are left behind. I don't get what giving him a speech is going to change.
Daniels: So the man loses two matches in his extremely impressive run since the return of Combat Pro, and you want him to just go away? That makes no sense. Mike could just be trying to collect some positive vibes from the people!
Keenan: All the hippie crap in the world doesn't change the record books. Right now all he's doing is keeping me from hitting the town!
King slumps his way down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, taking a moment to look to the fans before solemnly taking a microphone from ringside.
King: They say that when you hit rock bottom, it can be taken as a good thing. There's nowhere lower you can go, so the only place you can move is back up. When I lost the Intercontinental Championshp, I shrugged it off. That title was mine, so I had no worries. I knew I'd get it back. Then…..I lost, again. My Intercontinental title fell from my grasp, and I was left unsure on where to go. Where do you go from there?
The fans rise up in cheers to try and pick up the spirits of King, but there isn't much of a reaction from "The Egoist", save for an off wave.
King: I'm not going to come out here and make excuses, that's not who I am. I'm man enough to admit when I'm wrong or when I've been defeated……but I need to prove something to myself. I need to prove that I'm still as good as I once was, and that my record since the return wasn't just a fluke. I now have my way to do this. See, despite recent history, I've had one of the most impressive records out of everyone this year in Combat Pro. Impressive enough that I can stand here today, and make my final challenge. I need to prove to myself that I can still consider myself among the best in the world, and to do that I need to challenge the best. I need to challenge the World Heavyweight Champion.
The mention of the challenge whips the fans up into a ruckus. King finally lifts his eyes from the ground, and turns to the stage.
King: Ryan Shane, I know you're back there. This is where our story has to go. This is where it ends. You and me for the title you wear around your waist. Now I'm standing here like a man, and I'm challenging you. Just….come down here and face me.
There is a slight delay, the fans murmuring in anticipation until "The Sound of Truth" by As I Lay Dying rips into play, the lights going up in a white and blue strobe! The stage is graced by the presence of Cassidy Fontaine, and behind her, the World Champion. Ryan scowls down to the ring form behind his aviators, his right arm still held in that sling. Ryan examines the man who called him out, running his useful hand over the Combat Pro World Title before making his way down the ramp, Cassidy following in tow. As they make their way onto the apron, Cassidy sits on the middle rope, allowing Ryan to enter through with a wince from pain in his arm. Shane stands across form King, never once taking his eyes off of him as Cassidy fetches him a microphone. Ryan takes it in his good hand.
Shane: There's that line again. That claiming of being a man and doing something manly. Tell me, Mike. Do you feel manly, now? Do you feel manly groveling for a championship match, because I have to say I find this quite amusing. Even more so, I find it justified. That is your place, after all. Begging me for meaning. Then again, you make a valid point. A few blemishes are very hard to focus on when the rest of your record has been otherwise spotless, making you a prime challenger for my championship.
Shane rubs his stubble with his hand, thinking about what he had just said.
Shane: I feel this power right now, and honestly it's intoxicating. Here I stand with your very fate in my hands. The great Mike King, depending on the courtesy of the man he deemed walking cancer. Even with your record I can just as easily say no, walk away, and let you crumble. That, however, would take away the joy of being able to finish you off myself. Oh, the temptation!
King: Shut up!
The sudden outburst from King catches Ryan off-guard, a scowl passing over his face.
King: All I asked was a simple yes or no question. That's it. I don't need to hear all of your talk, I've heard it before. What I'm telling you is that, as of right now, I'm the only one of the Combat Pro roster that has earned his right to challenge you for that prize, and if you look past me, then these people……these people who are the reason this company exists will forever know that you were too afraid to face a man with nothing to lose.
Ryan rips off his glasses, sending them to the ground to reveal a wild glare of pure anger! The crowd whips up into a frenzy, a hail of cheers and boos coming down on both men! Ryan, his face shaking from the held up aggression, growls into the mic.
Shane: Afraid?! AFRAID?! The word fear had lost its meaning to me years ago! I do not fear, I AM FEAR! You dare stand there, a shell of a man, and talk down to the very force that keeps your world held together?! You dare talk down to the machine?! Fine! You want your title shot?! You want to put that last shred of masculinity you have left into a pointless fight?! Well Mike King, as World Heavyweight Champion I stand here before you and look you RIGHT IN YOUR FUCKING EYES TO TELL YOU MY ANSWER IS maybe.
Ryan drops the mic and bails out of the ring, a smirk on his face as Cassidy follows him up the ramp. He doesn't look back to see the look of disgust and disappointment on King's face, and soon disappears into the back. The camera focuses on Mike's face, puzzled by the lack of a true response, as C-Pro's time in Hartford comes to a close, and the screen fades to black.  IN ASSOCIATION WITH:
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