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-=THE GREATEST DEMOLITION=-
"Mr. Entertainment" Brian Blaze w/ Christien Belanger vs "The Axe" Lance Anderson w/ Nick Stevens and Mr. Sugamoto

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“Scorpion Deathlock” plays and the Demolition Crew make their way to the ring as Lance Anderson is announced for singles competition. The crowd gives them a mixed reaction, mostly leaning towards jeers. Stevens and Sugamoto head to their corner as Anderson paces in the ring, awaiting his opponent.

“Do You Think I’m Sexy?” begins to play next and the Global Tag-Team champions head out next, a likewise mixed reaction but with a few more cheers. Belanger dances to the ring and Brian seems still unsure what to think of that. Brian hands Christien his belt and enters the ring, posing for the fans. The ref rings the bell and the opening contest is underway!

*DING-DING!*

Blaze and Anderson pace around before going for the lock-up, but Blaze quickly thumbs Lance in the eye! Blaze connects with a series of punches, rocking Lance back into the corner. A stomp to the leg drops Anderson to a knee in the corner where he pushes Anderson down throat-first over the middle rope! Blaze relinquishes the choke before the count of five, strutting out of the corner arrogantly!

After appealing to the fans, Blaze turns back to the corner, reaching for his opponent, but Anderson surprises him by quickly lifting him up with a flapjack and dropping him face-first into the top turnbuckle! A discus punch knocks Blaze into the corner! Anderson whips Blaze to the far side and charges in after him with a big splash! Blaze comically staggers out of the corner and slumps to the ground and Anderson quickly goes for the cover!

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Anderson pulls Blaze to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. He ducks, going for a back body-drop, but Blaze kicks him in the face! Blaze drops Anderson with a standing dropkick, getting back on the offensive as Belanger cheers from the outside. Blaze heads up top as Anderson gets to his feet, and Brian connects with a BIG missile dropkick! Blaze goes for the cover!

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Brian can’t believe it, but he quickly goes back to work, pulling Lance back to his feet. He appeals to the fans before delivering a kick to the gut, doubling Anderson over. Another kick to the face stands him back upright and the superkick completes ‘the Money Shot!’

NO! Anderson DUCKS!!

Anderson quickly hooks Blaze up in a full nelson, connecting with the full nelson slam he calls ‘Cuts Like A Knife!’ Brian Adams…er…Brian Blaze rolls on the ground in pain! Anderson attempts to recompose himself, shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs.

Anderson gets to his feet and seems to be sizing Brian up. Blaze slowly gets to his feet and Anderson looks for the Gem Cutter, but Blaze shoves him off! Blaze connects with a standing enziguri! Anderson drops to a knee and Blaze makes a rude gesture to Stevens and Sugamoto on the outside. This prompts Stevens to angrily jump onto the apron. As the referee turns to prevent interference, Blaze quickly motions to Christien who tosses one of the Global championship belts to Blaze! Brian turns to clock Anderson, but Lance blocks it, yanking it from Blaze’s hands! As the referee turns, Blaze quickly falls to the mat, acting injured! THE REF RINGS THE BELL!!

*DING-DING-DING!*

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via disqualification…BRIAN BLAZE!!”

Irate, Anderson turns to the referee and argues. This enables Blaze to pop up from the mat, clearly unharmed, and yank his belt away from him, bailing from the ring! Christien comes to congratulate his partner but is caught by Nick Stevens who shoves him into the ringpost, then tosses him into the ring! Blaze yells at them to stop, but the Demolition Crew dare Brian to enter the ring, and Mr. Entertainment seems hesitant! The Demolition Crew pull Belanger up off the mat and FLOOR him with the Carnage-Plex!! Blaze looks on in horror, finally entering the ring to see to his partner as the Demolition Crew leave.

***

As the show was going on out of the blue it seems someone was tapping in with the network of Combat Zone Wrestling. As the screen appear black on it was a fan sitting there with the Combat Zone Wrestling shirt on with her hair in two pig tails and glasses on her face as she looked very upset. You could tell by the backround she was somewhere inside of the arena.

“I am a Combat Zone Wrestling Fan that made the choice to break into the network of this company because it seems my voice don’t want to be hear. I had try over and over and over again to reach out to the new owner of this company. He just ignoring me. “

She let out a scream on the top of her lungs as she calm herself down as she counted down. As William is looking at the people as he screaming at the guards to looked around the arena for her. The crowd is cheering for her it seems.

“But that ok. I will make my point now. Oh hello there Mr. Master. I know you might not like this but it seems it the only way I could talk to you. Since I might now have that much time. I am going to get straight to the point. The reason why I want to meet you was because of the Women Division. Let see here the only females that on here that stand out here are Cristal,and Brenda Vixen, Michelle, Laura, Stheno and a few others.”

She smirks.

“I know something that you didn’t want any of the fans to know but I am going to tell them. Brenda Vixen had made the choice to quit Combat Zone Wrestling . She had made the choice that want to follow into the dark light or something. I have a message thought that will shake the Combat Zone Wrestling that would be later become Combat Pro. I want to try to help you Master but because of your actions towards me. Now the place is going to be haunting. It going to be haunting by a spirit you never saw coming.”

That when inside of the ring Master was standing there as the lights gone out and it came back on with blood was drop all over him as he let out a scream.

“I am just sending a warning out to everyone. Now everyone have a Nice Day!”

She giggles as you could hear the guards in the backround as she ran off from them in the boiling room.

***

-=QOC SCENE HEATS UP!=-
Laura vs Miss Michelle w/ The Revolution

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JESSICA TOWERS: "Introducing first, from Houston Texas, standing in at 5 feet 10 inches, and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds...Laura!!"

"The Final Countdown" hits soon after and the fans just erupt with cheers and screams of "Laura" as she walks out from behind the entrance curtains. Laura pauses at the top and starts punching her fist into her hand, then quickly runs down the ramp and slides in under the first rope. She jumps to her feet and circles the ring, anxiously awaiting her opponent.

JESSICA TOWERS: "And introducing her opponent, representing the Revolution, standing in at 5 feet 7 inches, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts...Miss Michelle!!"

"The Queen of the Reich" starts to play and a mixed response from the crowd as a few screen shots play on the CZW's big screen. Miss Michelle bounces out from the back and pauses at the top of the ramp and she blows the fans a kiss in the slouched over position. She stands back up and starts strutting down the ramp while pointing down at Laura. She makes her way down to the ring and hops on the ring apron as she steps her leg over the second rope. She jots in the ring and walks over to the corner, standing on the second turnbuckle and blowing another kiss to the fans. She hops down and starts stretching as her theme comes to an end.

The two lionesses circle each other in the ring as Jason Humel shouts a few last minute rule reminders. Before he has a chance to signal the bell, however, "Taking You Down" by Egypt Central hits the public address system.

Jarred Daniels: "Oh come on, what the hell now?!"

After a few moments of boos and jeers raining down from the audience Eric Collum finally steps out onto the stage in street clothes, sporting a confident smirk and a sling supporting his right arm with the newly acquired Intercontinental Championship draped over his left shoulder. He pauses on the stage for a moment to look around and feed off of the negative energy before beginning his march to the ring.

Jarred Daniels: "He has no business here! That's not the Queen of Combat title on his shoulder Barry!"

Barry Keenan: "Hey show some respect Jarred. That's one of the finest wrestling machines in this business walking down that ramp right now!"

Jarred Daniels: "Well there's no doubt in my mind about that, nor should there be in anyone else's mind. But Mike King is better, and he won that damn match! Mike King is the reason Collum's arm is in that sling! I'm just surprised he's actually by himself this time!"

Barry Keenan: "I have no idea what you're talking about, and I don't think you do either. Besides, Ryan Shane and Cristal have matches later, so I'm sure the rest of DXM is preparing to do what they do best, and win. And Eric Collum doesn't need backup."

Jarred Daniels: "Well he sure as hell needed it to steal that belt!"

Barry Keenan: "Oh give it a rest! Whether you like it or not, that's your new Intercontinental Champion."

Jarred Daniels: "Not."

Collum climbs the steel steps onto the ring apron, looking in at the referee and two female competitors. Laura and Michelle eye each other cautiously while watching Collum. He removes the championship title from his shoulder and lifts the leg of his faded blue jeans as he gingerly steps through the ropes into the ring. He throws the title back over his good shoulder after demanding a microphone while Jason Humel yells at him to leave. Collum raises the microphone and looks at the pride of the Queens of Combat, then jerks his head to the side.

Eric Collum: "Get out."

The two women look to Humel, clearly pissed off and offended, yet reluctantly begin their egress. Humel reprimands Collum, but his words fall on deaf ears. He pushes Collum and his presence becomes annoyingly obvious, as Collum quickly responds with a Superkick to the jaw! The ref crumples to the mat and the fans erupt in a sea of booing hatred and anger.

Jarred Daniels: "For Christ's sake, would someone hurry up and shut this asshole down?!"

Just as Collum regains his balance, adjusts his title and raises the microphone to his smirking mouth, the crowd lets him know how they feel.

Crowd: "YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!! YOU TAPPED OUT!!!"

Collum lowers the microphone a little and laughs. He looks around with a huge smile and raises the microphone again.

Eric Collum: "I told you. When I say something's gonna happen, shit gets done. When DXM says something, that shit better be treated as a law. And the best part is that none of your pathetic opinions makes an ounce of difference. I held true to the promise of becoming Intercontinental champion, and I may have a dislocated shoulder as a result of the match, but I did exactly what I said I would do and walked out of this ring with the gold. But I also promised something else. I promised Mike King that I would be a better champion than he ever was. Now, even though I guaranteed victory, Mike King's fans were still skeptical about me. Just like now, there are morons among you morons that actually believe I'm incapable of being a better champion than Mike King. Tonight is a bad night for you sheep because two weeks removed from beating Mike King's ass for this belt, I'm going to defend it more than he ever did. He lost his second title defense to yours truly after 155 days. After only 14 days, I'm going to successfully defend this belt not once, but twice...right here, right now."

Jarred Daniels: "What the hell is he talking about?"

Eric Collum: "Much like Mike King, I'm going to issue an open challenge, only I'm going to take it a step further. You jackasses think you can do what nobody else can? You think you're better wrestlers than Eric Collum? I'm gonna give you the chance to put your money where your mouth is."

Barry Keenan: "This is gonna be awesome!"

Jarred Daniels: "He can't be serious!"

Eric Collum: "I need two little bitches that wanna try to make it to the Highlight Reel. You. Big guy with the ponytail. Get your fat ass down to this ring. Annnndd...hmmm...right there. Lets go Blackie Chan. Front and center on the double, ladies."

The two young men angrily make their way through the throngs of people and toward the ring with a burning defermination and slide in under the bottom rope. They stand and face an unimpressed Collum, who stares fhe duo down and chuckles to himself. He raises his good arm high in the air, holding up the belt for them to see clearly.

Eric Collum: "If either one of you pussies manages to pin me or make me tap, I'll personally hand you this belt."

Barry Keenan: "Oh ho! Looks like we got an impromptu triple threat title match on our hands!"

Jarred Daniels: "You know as well as I do he's not going to give up that damn belt! He's a damn playground bully, and he needs to be shut up!"

Barry Keenan: "I didn't see you pissing yourself in excitement over that open challenge!"

Jarred Daniels: "How the hell is he going to host an open challenge, he just superkicked the damn ref!"

Seemingly thinking the same thing, Collum walks over and grabs the stirring referee by the back of the collar and jerks him to his feet and leans him in the corner, then turns to the timekeeper.

Eric Collum: "Ring the damn bell."

The two challengers look at each other in unison and sprint across the ring before Collum can turn around. The bell rings about the same time Collum's is rung with two forearms to the back of the head. He turns around under a hail of fists, still holding his title, and blasts the heavyset man in the face with the gold!

Jarred Daniels: "Come on, stop this!"

The man falls to the mat along with the Intercontinental championship. Collum grabs the other fan by his shirt and flings him across the ring with his one good hand. The young man bounces back up quickly and runs back toward Collum and is stopped with another Superkick! His head snaps back and he slams to the mat unconscious as Collum turns his attention to the other man on the mat writhing in pain and holding his face. Collum looks at the title lying face up on the mat and hauls the heavy man to his feet.

Jarred Daniels: "This is far more than enough! Why hasn't anyone stopped this yet?!"

Barry Keenan: "Same reasons as you, Jarred."

Collum hooks his left arm under the fat man's left arm, across his chest, and over his right shoulder. Then in a flash, he drops backwards and slams the man face-first into the championship belt.

Barry Keenan: "Downward Spiral! Good night!"

Jarred Daniels: "This is sickening!"

Collum stands to his feet under wave upon wave of boos. He drops down next to his two victims, placing a knee on one's chest and his good hand on the other. He looks up at Jason Humel with a look of cold aggression. Humel voices his displeasure, but slowly gets down into position to make a count, shaking his head the whole time.

One..........

Two....................

Humel looks up at Collum, who angrily threatens him with more violence. The ref again shakes his head in plain disagreement, but finishes the count.

Three.

The audience erupts with jeers as Collum pushes himself to his feet and picks up his title. He points out to the timekeeper, demanding the bell be rung. After the bell is struck, Collum yells down at Jessica Towers, who reluctantly lifts her microphone.

Jessica Towers: "..........Your winner and still Intercontinental Champion..........Eric Collum....."

There is a noticeable lack of conviction in her voice, but Collum celebrates nonetheless. He raises the belt into the air once more, smiling ear to ear. He picks up his microphone from the corner and addresses the audience again.

Eric Collum: "In less than one-tenth of Mike King's reign as Intercontinental Champion, I've defended this belt the same number of times with a winning percentage twice as high as his. It's been two weeks, and I'm already a better champion than Mike King."

The audience boos heavily, but it doesn't stop Collum from dropping his title, exiting the ring and lifting the apron in search of something. He pulls out two cans and rolls back into the ring and walks over to his dropped belt.

Eric Collum: "This is just the beginning. There are going to be many more challengers to this belt, and one by one, they're gonna fall. Just like Mike King, and just like these other two douchebags. This belt isn't going anywhere, and I'm going to demonstrate that confidence so that every man and woman in that locker room back there knows just how serious I am."

Collum grins smugly again and starts shaking the cans from under the ring as he kneels down in front of the Intercontinental championship.

Jarred Daniels: "Don't fucking do this, not again! These DXM thugs are so damn disrespectful toward this company! As if the World title wasn't enough..."

Collum runs one can of spraypaint over the title in a blue mist, then the other with a black cloud, and then again back to the blue one. He laughs in excitement as he holds his newly branded Intercontinental championship high over his head with his good arm, the paint slowly dripping from the letters 'D X M' across the face of the belt. The fans continue booing while "Taking You Down" makes a failed attempt at drowning them out. Collum climbs out of the ring, laughing as he walks backward up the ramp, proudly displaying the newly tagged championship over his good shoulder. He pauses once more at the top of the ramp, soaking up the hatred, then turns and disappears through the curtains as the scene cuts to commercial.

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The camera cuts backstage, bringing unto us a close-up shot of an immaculately-polished brass nameplate, enscribed with the words "William Masters, CEO", placed a little way back from the edge of a lush wooden desk. The camera slowly pulls back, revealing the CZW Owner himself sat in the chair across from us, the handset of his office phone pressed to his ear as he absent-mindedly rolls a pen in between his fingers, a wry smile curved across his lips as he continues his conversation with the unknown person on the other end of the phone line.

MASTERS: I agree, it IS a work of genius.. and I didn't even come up with it!

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No, it was all Eric.. to be perfectly honest, I was quite happy to let the bugger slide back down into purgatory, but Eric insisted he be allowed to put that final nail in the coffin holding all that young man's hopes and dreams and expectations... and, honestly, who am I to argue with a man like that?

I CAN tell you this, though; if you like the sound of that match, you're going to bloody love this one... Alan Fiscus versus CRYPT.. the big final blow-off to whatever repressed resentment or past issues these two have between each other... Scaffold Match stipulations!

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Yes, well.. consider it a parting.. "gift".. of sorts, from Ryan to CRYPT... with any luck we'll see that wretched "Riot" take his one final tumble out of this business and out of my hair! Long overdue, if you ask me.. I wish Mr Montana had permanently punched out his timecard when he had the chance!

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Don't give me "harsh!" That classless vagabond has always had it out for Mr M-...

Masters' words quickly tail off, as he is joined in the shot by Queen of Combat Contender Cristal, looking decidedly unimpressed, with her arms folded across her chest as she glares down at the CEO.

CRISTAL: Did you see it? Did you SEE that abysmal excuse for a professional wrestling competition just now!? God.. I almost.. no, I DID.. I actually felt embarrassed.. not just for me.. but for both of them as well! You've gotta give me that belt, dude... I mean.. it is RIDICULOUS to even THINK that any of these other girls could hold a candle to me in between those ropes! This isn't even about me anymore though, honestly... This.. I mean...

Cristal sighs, running her fingers through the hair on the top of her head.

CRISTAL: ...I honestly don't think the Queen of Combat has ANY chance of getting its momentum back if I don't walk into Ultraviolent Retribution with it wrapped around my waist. For the good of the division.. really, for the good of the company, and the business as a whole... you've GOT to give me that belt.. you've GOT to crown me Queen.

Masters cocks an eyebrow, then leans back into his chair, locking his fingers across his lap as he looks up at Cristal with a somewhat-exhasperated expression.

MASTERS: Be that as it may.. and it may very well be every last bit of that... I've already told you, there's nothing I can do. The tickets are sold.. the posters are posted.. people are expecting to see two ladies go at it with the VACANT Queen of Combat Championship on the line.. and no matter how convincing your point might be, Cristal.. and no matter how many times you grace either myself or the CZW and CEW Universes with your presence to make it.. I've already told you; the match remains as advertised. You want that belt? I'm afraid you're just gonna have to fight for it like everybody else.

Cristal chews on her lower lip, the fire almost-visibly growing more intense inside her eyes.

CRISTAL: ...Then I'm afraid YOU'RE gonna be the one responsible for whatever might end up happening to Jenna Mourey tonight.

With that, Cristal turns and storms out of the room, leaving Masters alone once again. Masters shakes his head, though looking a little pained at having just had to make that kind of call, then lifts the phone back to his ear as the screen cuts to a commercial.

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-=CEW TALENT INVADES!=-
"The Flavor of the Millenium" Decker Watts vs. "The Star" Jason X

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As the screen cuts back from commercial, the unmistakeable sound of DMX's "X Gonna Give It To Ya" hits the soundsystem, and Jason X charges out onto the stage to a loud, largely positive reaction from the CZW fans.

DANIELS: A decent amount of love for Jason X here tonight.. though that may in part be down to the man currently standing in the center of the ring right now...

Right on cue, the camera cuts to a shot of the ring, where Decker Watts can be seen doing some star jumps under the flickering lights of Jason's entrance.

TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... In the ring, representing CEW... from NEW YORK CITY.. weighing in at 235lbs... he is the self-proclaimed "FLAVOR OF THE MILLENNIUM"... DECKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WATTS!!!!!

Decker thrusts his fists in the air, roaring out excitedly.. though the fans respond only with booing, jeering and general abuse.

TOWERS: And his opponent... From Las Vegas, Nevada.. weighing in at 216lbs... "The Star"... JJJJJAAAAASSSSSOOOOONNNNN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!

A decent amount of cheers punch through the hostility directed towards Decker as Jason hops up and down on the stage, then charges down the aisle and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He then bounds over to the turnbuckle and hops up onto the second rope, yelling out at the fans and beating his chest in an attempt to fire them up and get them behind him.

DANIELS: Lots of fire.. lots of intensity tonight here from Jason X, as he looks to overcome CEW's Decker Watts in a match that I'm certain will have at least ONE very keen observer here tonight!

After a few moments, Jason hops down off the turnbuckle and takes up position across the ring from Decker, performing a few last minute stretches and loosening up exercises as his music fades.. and the referee calls for the opening bell.

*DING DING!*

Jason X immediately leaps out of the corner, poised and ready to fight.. but his defiant expression is quickly transformed into one of confusion as Decker rather clumsily lowers himself down into a cross-legged position on the mat, then presses the palms of his hands together and points them towards his chin while holding them just in front of his chest.

DANIELS: AND HERE W-wait.. what the hell is this?

KEENAN: I.. I don't know...

Jason switches his glance back and forth between his opponent and the referee, as Decker closes his eyes and begins taking deep, theatrical breaths. The referee gingerly approaches Decker, and extends a hand out towards his shoulder.. but Decker suddenly slaps his arm away, looking up at the official with an angry stare.

DECKER: HEY!

REFEREE: What are you doing!?

DECKER: I am TRYING to find my center!!!

DANIELS: Oh for god's sake...

REFEREE: ..WHAT!?

DECKER: Don't persecute me, man! I've got rights.. and those rights give me the freedom to ask for inspiration and spiritual guidance in my match from... who's the main guy in the Buddha religion?

REFEREE: ...Buddha?

DECKER: You know, the Japanese thing.. Fat Jesus or whatever...

DANIELS: I am so sorry, ladies and gentlemen...

REFEREE: Look, you've gotta g-

DECKER: EH!!!

The referee reaches for Decker's shoulder again, only to have his hand slapped away once more.

REFEREE: HEY! You've g-

DECKER: EH.

Exasperated, the referee throws his hands up and turns to Jason with a shrug, as boos begin to reverberate around the room.

DANIELS: Come on referee, do something!

KEENAN: The man has a right to prepare for competition, Jarred!

DANIELS: He's been in the building for about two hours! He couldn't prepare then!?

KEENAN: You've never wrestled at this level, Jarred! You know NOTHING about what it takes to get yourself ready for a match, so just SHUT UP AND LET THE KID DO HIS THING!

Having by now seen very much enough, Jason shoves his way past the referee.. and as Decker slowly raises his hands towards the ceiling.. Jason rears a foot back and kicks Decker hard in the center of the chest. Decker flops backwards, then tries to sit back up, only to have Jason kick him back down a second time.. then a third.. a fourth.. before then leaning down, grabbing Decker by the neck and hauling him clean up off the mat to his feet.. hopping back.. and nailing Decker with a superkick that sends the CEW star tumbling through the ropes to the floor, much to the obvious delight of the CZW crowd.

DANIELS: Thank GOD, Jason X forcing this match underway, and Decker sent tumbling to the outside!!!

KEENAN: NO FAIR!!! HE WASN'T READY!!!

Decker stumbles to his feet on the outside, hand pressed against the bottom of his chin.. as Jason hits the ropes on the far side of the ring.. rebounds.. charges forward, then leaps over the ropes with a twisting plancha, taking both Decker and himself down to the floor.

DANIELS: BEAUTIFUL MOVE BY JASON X!!!

Jason hops back up, and stomps a couple of times on Decker before picking him off the floor and leading him over to the steps. Jason slams Decker's head into the top step, then takes a step back as Decker stumbles around, trying hilariously to stand on his feet. Jason sets himself, then leaps up with a dropsault, forcing Decker back and down into the steps, the back of his head and shoulders bouncing off of them on impact.

DANIELS: A hard landing for Decker Watts.. his CZW in-ring debut may not last all that long on this evidence!

With Decker slumped against the steps, Jason moves quickly towards the other side of the ring. Decker slowly begins to push himself up, at which point Jason charges.. leaps.. but Decker drops to the floor! Somehow, though, Jason manages to plant both feet on the edge of the steps.. and spring back, landing across Decker's back with a moonsault.

DANIELS: WOW!!! A Lionsault-like maneuver from Jason X off of those steps! This kid is on TOP FORM here tonight!!!

KEENAN: Pfft.. cheap tricks, Daniels! Where's the substance?

Jason pops back to his feet, then picks Decker up and rolls him into the ring. Jason then climps up onto the apron, as Decker slowly tries to crawl away towards the center of the ring. As Decker begins to try and stand, Jason leaps up onto the top rope.. springboards off.. Decker rolls under him.. but again Jason is able to land on his feet! Jason turns.. as Decker charges in and leaps, looking for a step-up hurricanrana.. but instead merely flops back alone onto the mat, much to the perplexity of Jason X and the amusement of the crowd.

DANIELS: A bit of a "miscue" there from Decker Watts...

KEENAN: I hope Mistake-o-mania aren't watching!

Jason shrugs, then turns and hits the ropes. He rebounds.. charges.. Decker slides under him as he vaults over.. rebounds again.. Decker pops to his feet.. and gets taken over to the mat by Jason with his own SUCCESSFUL step-up hurricanrana.

DANIELS: THAT'S how you do it!

The momentum of the move sends Decker tumbling over towards the corner, where he slowly starts pulling himself up again as Jason moves into position across the ring in front of the opposing turnbuckle. As the soles of Decker's feet touch the mat, Jason charges.. leaps.. but Decker moves again.. Jason plants his feet on the second rope.. bounces up to the top.. where Decker swipes his right leg out from under him, causing Jason to crash onto the top rope and crumple all the way down to the mat. The crowd audibly winces at Jason's fall, as Decker points down at him while laughing hysterically.. before flopping down to lie motionless on the mat himself.

DANIELS: Watts back down, but that was an ugly landing for Jason X.. I hope he's okay...

KEENAN: That's what happens when your only schtick is high-risk offence, Jarred.. sooner or later, SPLAT!!!

To the relief of everybody, Jason slowly begins to pick himself up, using the ropes for assistance. In the center of the ring, Decker rolls over onto his back.. kips up.. unsuccessfully, as cries of derision once again begin to circle around the room.

DANIELS: Watts trying to.. can he...

Decker continues to try and complete his kip up, without success, as Jason X just stands leaning against the turnbuckle, that confused expression back on his face.

KEENAN: He's got it under control, Jarred.. don't you worry!

Eventually, Decker turns to look at Jason X.. and calls him over to help.

DANIELS: What is he doing!?

Jason looks out to the crowd, then shrugs and makes his way over to Decker, who offers up his hand. Jason grabs hold, and helps Decker to FINALLY kip up to his feet.. then yanks him round, kicks him in the stomach, hooks him by the neck and thigh and drops him with a Fisherman's Buster. Jason pops up to his knees, still favouring his neck a little as he looks out into the crowd.. then stands and steps out onto the apron, drawing the fans excitedly up onto their feet.

DANIELS: Watts looking down and out.. and Jason X on the outside.. maybe looking for something big to end it all, here!!!

Jason pounds on the top turnbuckle a couple of times, then climbs up to the top with the fans rallying behind him. With Decker out cold in front of him, Jason slowly stands up.. sets himself.. then leaps off Shooting-Star style, twisting in mid-air before crashing down sternum-first.. on the raised knees of Decker Watts.

DANIELS: X-STAR PR-NO! WATTS GOT HIS KNEES UP! WATTS GOT HIS KNEES UP!!!

KEENAN: YES!!!

Jason bounces to his feet and stumbles back against the turnbuckle, arms clutched to his chest as he attempts to continue breathing. Decker leaps to his feet, then charges Jason, leaping up onto the second rope in front of him.. grabs Jason by the head, kicks his feet up against Jason's chest and falls back, launching Jason up and over with a Monkey Flip. Decker slides out onto the apron and pulls himself back to his feet, thrusting a fist into the air in rather-overexcited celebration, the crowd responding with a fresh round of boos for the CEW star.

KEENAN: BEAUTIFUL takeover.. this kid is starting to roll now!!

As Jason begins to get to his feet, Decker climbs up onto the top rope, pausing for a moment to steady himself before leaping forward and catching the turning Jason with a diving European Uppercut. Decker's momentum then takes him all the way across the ring and out onto the other side of the apron, as he once again pops up and takes the time to congratulate himself on a second successfully-executed move in succession.

KEENAN: YEAH! Go on, kid! Celebrate a little! You've got this!

Jason once again staggers to his feet, clutching his jaw. He turns around, and stumbles over towards Decker.. who leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off, grabbing Jason round the neck and hitting a blockbuster. Decker bounces to his feet and begins excitedly and vigorously thrusting his hips towards the crowd, who - once again - respond with nothing but hostility.

DECKER: SCHWING!!!

Decker then strolls round to the side of Jason.. points at the referee.. and places a foot upon Jason's chest. The referee drops into position...

DANIELS: Oh please!

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KEENAN: WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?

Decker starts losing his shit, backing the ref into the corner as he unleashes a tirade at not being given the victory.

KEENAN: I CAN'T BELIEVE JASON KICKED OUT OF THAT! THE REFEREE MUST'VE SCREWED UP!!!

DANIELS: Or maybe Watts should've pinned him properly, instead of trying to showboat like an idiot! Just a thought...

KEENAN: He had his shoulders well and truly planted to that mat, Jarred! Weren't you watching!? This is a travesty!!!

As Decker continues to throw a tantrum in the referee's face, he fails to notice Jason X slowly getting back to his feet. Jason looks over at the argument and shakes his head, then marches over, grabs Decker by the shoulder and spins him round, then hauls him up over his shoulders. Decker thrashes about, desperately trying to wriggle free.. and as Jason turns, Decker suddenly grabs hold of the referee, scratching and clawing at his head in an attempt to hold off on Jason's attack. The referee attempts to retreat into the corner, but inadvertently pulls Decker and Jason back with him, allowing Decker to grab hold of the ropes and hook his arms through them, as all three men now find themselves in a mass of bodies and flailing limbs.

DANIELS: This is ridiculous.. and is Watts CRYING!?

The camera focuses in on Decker from the outside as he appears to beg and plead with Jason X to let him go. Eventually, Jason resigns himself to defeat in that particular scenario, throwing his hands off Decker and stepping back, as the CEW representative gingerly lowers himself back into the ring. Watts turns.. as Jason charges in with a spinning wheel kick.. right to the face of the referee.

DANIELS: BAH GAWD.. and AGAIN DECKER WATTS AVOIDS DISASTER!!!

Jason lands back on his feet, hands on top of his head and wincing as he realises what has just happened. He turns round..

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!"

..and gets punted right between the legs by Decker, who - once again - starts celebrating as though he's just won the World Heavyweight Championship, as Jason crumples to the mat in a heap.

DANIELS: Oh, and a cheap shot.. A CHEAP SHOT BY DECKER WATTS.. GODDAMMIT, THIS KID IS A DISGRACE!!!

KEENAN: He's taking advantage of the situation, Jarred! If that's illegal, why isn't the referee throwing this match out!?

DANIELS: ...Because he's UNCONSCIOUS!!!

KEENAN: Then he needs to man up.. this is CZW, not some junior leagues promotion!!!

After completing his THIRD turnbuckle celebration, Decker finally turns his attention back to the stirring, spluttering Jason X, charging over and diving on top of him in a pinning situation.

KEENAN: HERE WE GO, JARRED!!! ONE! ..... TWO! ..... THREE!!! HE DID IT!!! WATTS WINS!!!

DANIELS: Yeah, too bad he caused the referee to get knocked out and miss it!

KEENAN: WHAT ARE Y... JASON X WAS THE ONE WHO KICKED HIM IN THE FACE!!!

Frustrated at the lack of a count, Decker gets back to his feet, stomping Jason once in the gut for good measure. He looks over at the referee, then smirks, looking out into the crowd while tapping the side of his head.

KEENAN: Oooooh, he's scheming! He's scheming, Jarred!

Decker marches over to the still dazed referee.. and starts tugging at his shirt, apparently attempting to get it off.

DANIELS: What the hell is he doing!?

REFEREE: What the hell are you doing!?

The referee shoves Decker off and glares up at him, as Decker points to himself with a grin, then slaps down three times with one hand onto the other.

KEENAN: He's telling the referee that, if HE ain't gonna do his job, Decker will just do it himself! He's an inspiration to us all!!!

The referee gets back to his feet, continuing his debate with Decker. Eventually, Decker shrugs him off, then turns round.. as Jason X charges in with a spear.. but once AGAIN Decker dives out of the way, leaving the referee to take the full force of the impact.

KEENAN: HE DID IT AGAIN! JASON X ATTACKED THE REFEREE AGAIN!!!

Jason turns round, frustration once again etched on his face.. as Decker kicks him in the gut, grabs him in a front-facelock.. drags him towards the center of the ring.. hooks both arms.. but Jason twists out of it, kicks DECKER in the gut, hauls him upside down.. crosses his legs and spikes him to the mat with an inverted Tombstone Piledriver.

DANIELS: X-DRIVER!!! X-DRIVER!!! VERSION TWO!!! HE HITS HIT!!!

Decker crumples to the mat, and Jason immediately dives on top of him, hooking both legs as the crowd shouts for the count...

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..but, of course, the match is not ended, as the referee is still slumped in the corner. Jason slams his fists on the mat in exhasperation, then gets up and marches over to the referee, hauling him up and leaning him against the turnbuckle. Jason slaps the referee gently across the face, attempting to revive him, then turns his attentions back to Decker, as the referee slumps back down to a knee, leaning against the ropes. Jason hauls Decker up, maneuvering him into the center of the ring before shoving his head between his legs and signalling to the crowd for...

DANIELS: THE X-Driver! HERE WE GO, FOLKS!!!

Jason bends and hooks Decker round the waist.. but Decker suddenly twists out of it, holding Jason in a standing wristlock. Jason swivels and kicks Decker in the gut.. presses a leg across his shoulders.. Decker stands, allowing Jason to flip back and land on his feet behind him. Decker turns, Jason leaps for a hurricanrana.. Decker throws him off, but Jason lands on his feet.. swings for a roundhouse kick, but Decker ducks.. grabs Jason round the waist from behind and rolls him backwards, trapping his legs in a pinning position as the referee crawls out of the corner.. and Decker hooks one arm around the middle rope and another around the top.

DANIELS: DECKER'S GOT THE ROPES!!! HE'S GOT THE ROPES!!!

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*DING DING DING!*

DANIELS: DAMMIT!!! GOD! DAMN! IT!!! DECKER WATTS JUST STOLE A BIG WIN HERE ON CZW TELEVISION!!!

KEENAN: WHAT A MAN! WHAT A PERFORMANCE! WHAT AN ABSOLUTELY LEGITIMATE VICTORY AGAINST THE ODDS HERE!!!

DANIELS: HIS BODY WAS HALFWAY OUT OF THE GODDAMN RING WHILE THE REFEREE WAS COUNTING.. YOU CALL THAT LEGITIMATE!?!?!?

The most venomous boos yet rain down upon the ring as Decker tumbles completely through the ropes and down to the floor, hands clutched to the top of his head as he grins through the obvious pain like a cheshire cat who just had sex with a supermodel. In the ring, Jason X sits bolt upright, eyes fixing almost to burst out of his skull as the reality of the situation crashes down upon him like a tsunami.

DANIELS: Jason X.. oh man.. he can't believe what's just happened here!

KEENAN: He got EXACTLY what he deserved, Jarred.. he attacked a CZW official, not once, but TWICE.. and, frankly, I'm APPALLED that you're sitting here condoning such behaviour on national television!!!

DANIELS: GAH... you are an anus of the highest calaber!!!

The referee rolls groggily out of the ring as Decker slowly gets to his own feet, and raises Decker's hand to signal the win. Jason gets to his feet, too, and starts venting his frustrations in the ring before turning and glaring out at Decker, who merely smirks at him, still holding one fist up while the other clutches the back of his head.

DECKER: Deck with it, BITCH!

Jason suddenly takes a hard step towards the ropes, which snaps Decker into retreat mode, the CEW employee turning and half-running, half-falling back up the aisle towards the curtain, before the scene cuts to a commercial.

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-=HANDICAP CHAOS!=-
"The Straight Edge Curse" Ryan Shane w/ DXM vs. "The Whole Show" Tim Timmons and Carnage

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Towers: The following match is a handicap match! Introducing first, the team of 'The Whole Show' Tim Timmons...and CARRRRRNAAAAAAAGE!!!!!!!

-The fans are split on Timmons as he storms out of the back with 'You're Going Down' playing overhead and Carnage in tow...he pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it into the crowd. Carnage rolls his neck and takes the apron up to step over the ropes...Timmons rolls in under the bottom ropes and pops up, immediately calling on Shane to get in the ring.-

Towers: And their opponent, from Niagara Falls, Ontario Canada...HE IS THE CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION AND CO-FOUNDER OF DXM...RYAN SHANE!!!!!!

-'In The City' by Kevin Rudolf hits...the fans are loud as fuck...Ryan Shane parts the curtain...he stops on the stage and gives an apathetic shake of his head...Timmons is leaning over the ropes SCREAMING at him...-

Daniels: The bad blood between these two men is set to reach a boiling point in this match!

Keenan: Uh, what? The only one with "bad blood" is Tim Timmons. Ryan Shane does not give a damn about Tim Timmons, but the guy just keeps running his mouth...he's like an autistic energizer bunny.

-Shane takes the steps up to the apron...Timmons and Carnage are amped up calling him on...Shane glances back at the fans and then catapaults himself into the ring, unsnapping the world title and raising it above his head. The fans are split...some give it up for Ryan but he rest are all out heat.-

Keenan: Timmons and Carnage had better not get cocky thinking they have the advantage in this match...that's the world champion they're in there with. That's Ryan Shane! These two are mincemeat!

Daniels: That's a bit presumptious. Tim Timmons is a capable performer in the ring and Carnage...well, just look at him, he's huge!

-The referee moves to take Shane's belt...Shane keeps hold with one hand as he stares across the ring at Timmons and Carnage. When he finally lets go the referee takes the belt to the timekeeper....Shane reaches down into his boot...Carnage comes out of his and TImmons' corner going straight for him...AND SHANE DRILLS CARNAGE IN THE FOREHEAD WITH A RAILROAD SPIKE!!!! CARNAGE TEETERS OVER AND FALLS FLAT ON HIS BACK...THE FANS GASP!!!!!-

Daniels: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT...RYAN SHANE JUST JAMMED A RAILROAD SPIKE RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES OF CARNAGE!

Keenan: I TOLD YOU...I TOLD YOU THAT THESE TWO ARE IN DEEP!!!!!

-Shane shrugs...the referee looks dumbfounded! Timmons launches himself at Shane and grabs his legs in an attempt to put the champion on his back...the railroad spike tumbles to the mat, Shane remains on his feet but Timmons drives him in to the corner and the fists start flying!-

DING DING DING

Daniels: AND THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL...HE DIDN'T SEE EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED BUT IT'S TOO LATE NOW...CARNAGE MAY BE OUT OF THIS THING BEFORE IT EVEN STARTED!

-Shane and Timmons throw rapid fire rights at each other...both men are still on their feet and the fans are into it!-

Daniels: This isn't a wrestling match...this is a fight....Shane and Timmons holding each bother by the head and trading blows...neither man relenting here...

-Shane suddenly stops and spins around, pushing Timmons back in the corner! He brings a knee up into Timmons' gut doubling him up...he pushes him back up by the chin and drives an elbow into 'The Whole Show's cheek!-

Daniels: Ryan Shane is VICIOUS when he wants to be...and THERE'S ANOTHER BLOW TO THE SIDE OF TIMMONS' HEAD...

Keenan: You don't want to stand toe-to-toe with Ryan Shane in a brawl. He'll knock you the hell out.

-Shane delivers a third elbow...Timmons slumps over...Shane pushes him down and hooks the arms pulling him out of the corner...-

Daniels: Shane has those arms of Timmons' cinched up now...it looks like he's going for the Cursebreaker...WAIT...TIMMONS COMES TO LIFE AND SPINS UP OUT OF IT HOLDING SHANE BY THE WRIST...AND TIMMONS PULLS THE WORLD CHAMPION INTO A HUGE CLOTHESLINE!!!!

-THE FANS DIG IT!!!!! Shane hits the mat hard!-

Daniels: Shane didn't expect that...Timmons already bleeding from the nose...Shane sits up...STOMPED back into the mat by Timmons!

Keenan: Timmons goes to give him another stomp....but Ryan CATCHES THE FOOT AND SITS UP PUSHING TIMMONS DOWN WITH A PALM TO THE CHEST...AND NOW SHANE IS ON TOP OF TIMMONS DRILLING RIGHT HANDS INTO HIS FACE!

Daniels: You can say that Ryan Shane has no investment in this match...but you can see it in the ring right now...Ryan Shane does want to shut Timmons up once and for all.

-Timmons tries desperately to cover up...he manages to roll over...Shane pops up and stomps him in the side, again and again, until Timmons rolls out of the ring!-

Daniels: Timmons joining Carnage on the floor at ringside...Carnage is still down and out...

-Shane drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Timmons rises to meet him...THE TWO EXPLODE WITH RIGHTS AND LEFTS AGAIN!!!! Timmons grabs Shane by the head and tries to cinch a headlock on, but Shane picks him up, turns...and dumps him groin first on the guard rail!-

The fans: OOOOOOH!!!!!

Daniels: Tim Timmons in a bad way here, riding the steel!

-Shane takes a few steps back...there's a hint of a smirk on his face as charges forward and hits an EPIC YAKUZA KICK TO TIMMONS' FACE DUMPING HIM INTO THE FIRST ROW!-

The fans: OOOOOOH!!!!!

-The fans in the area clear out and Ryan drops to his knees...he reaches through the metal bars and grabs Timmons' head with both hands...-

Daniels: Shane reaching through the guard rail...oh...OH...LOOK AT THIS...THE WORLD CHAMPION IS SMASHING TIMMONS' HEAD INTO THE STEEL...SHANE IS UNRELENTING RIGHT NOW!

Keenan: I hope they pick him out a nice sute for his funeral!

Daniels: Timmons is busted open like his partner now...Tim Timmons bleeding from between the eyes...Ryan Shane isn't letting up -- uh oh...CARNAGE IS FINALLY BACK UP!

-Carnage grabs Shane from behind and rips him up, spinning to throw him shoulder first into the ring post! Shane hunches over and grips his shoulder...Carnage takes him by the seat of his pants and throws him into the ring under the bottom rope.-

Daniels: Carnage's face is a crimson mask...both of these men have been opened up while Shane remains relatively unharmed, though I'm sure those shots from Tim Timmons more than sting...

-Carnage steps into the ring as Shane rises...CARNAGE CLIPS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Carnage drips from the forehead...he rips Shane up off of the mat again and hoists him up, up onto his shoulder...CARNAGE LOOKS OUT AT THE FANS AND SPINS SHANE INTO A HUGE POWERSLAM! THE FANS GIVE IT UP!-

Daniels: Impressive display of power by Carnage right there...going for the cover...SHANE kicks out before the one!

Keenan: It's gonna take a lot more than that, Daniels...it's gonna take a whole lot more than either of these two have got!

Daniels: Shane is hurting though, and...wait a second...it looks as if Carnage is...he is...HE IS...CARNAGE IS CLIMBING THE ROPES...WHY?!

Keenan: Nobody ever accused that guy of being smart!

-Feet planted on the second ropes, Carnage raises one fist, the other begging Shane to stand...fans begin to rise out of their seats...-

Daniels: Ryan Shane rising up with his back to Carnage...Carnage planning on going high risk to deliver the maximum amount of punishment that he can to Ryan Shane here...this is payback for that DXM assault a few weeks ago...and here we go...

-Shane finally stands up and turns...CARNAGE SPRINGS FORWARD...RIGHT INTO A FOREARM SMASH!!!! THE FANS LOSE IT!!!!-

Daniels: GOOD GOD...RYAN SHANE JUST KNOCKED CARNAGE OUT OF THE AIR WITH A THUNDEROUS FOREARM SHOT!!!!! CARNAGE IS OUT...CARNAGE IS COMPLETELY OUT!

Keenan: THAT WAS SUBLIMINATION BABY!!!!!

-THERE'S A SMATTERING OF DXM CHANTS RISING ABOVE THE HEAT...-

Daniels: Wait here comes Tim Timmon again...Timmons is equally as bloody as his old cold partner...TIMMONS SCOOPS SHANE UP AS HE TURNS...TIMMONS LOOKING FOR THE T-CRUSHER BUT SHANE WRIGGLES FREE AND SLIDES OFF HIS BACK...

-Shane rips Timmons around, boots him in the gut, SLAPS him in the face and then ducks low to hoist Timmons' up on his own shoulders...upside down!-

Daniels: Uh-oh...we know what this is...Ryan Shane is looking for the Murder Scene...and -

-Ryan turns to take a run with Timmons' draped over his shoulders...BUT TIMMONS GETS OBLITERATED BY A BIG BOOT FROM BIG NASTY THAT SENDS HIM SPINNING OFF OF SHANE'S SHOULDERS! THE FANS EXPLODE!!!!-

Keenan: NO!!!!

Daniels: YES...THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER BIG NASTY JUST HIT THE RING...WHERE DID HE COME FROM?

DING DING DING

Daniels: There's the bell! Big Nasty just took out Tim Timmons and he just cost Ryan Shane the match!

Keenan: WELL I TOLD YOU...RYAN DOESN'T CARE...except...now he might...

Daniels: Ryan Shane looking on here...Big Nasty circling the champion...Tim Timmons and Carnage...BOTH laid out!

Nasty looks to the downed Timmons for a moment before turning around and facing the world champion. He puts his hand out for a mic. One is thrown in the ring, and he grabs it without losing eye contact.

Daniels: “The tension in this ring. These men HATE each other!”

Big Nasty brings the mic up toward his mouth, you can hear the two men breathing. Big Nasty steps back a pace, and brings the mic fully to his mouth.

Big Nasty: “You see that Ryan. You see I just held your life in my hands! I could have ended you, and made sure you didn't make it to the Pay-Per-View. I could have guaranteed my win, I could have guaranteed my match, and my World Heavyweight Title. But you see Ryan, unlike you I'm a man. I face my issues face to face. I don't wait for my cronies to take a man out with some crazy blue mist. But that is where you and I differ. I'm a man!”

Big Nasty takes a second to gather his thoughts.

Big Nasty: “Now I get it, you're a bad ass, you play by your own rules, and you do what you want. You're the champ, why not? I'm the underdog and I understand that. But I'm not going to back down. In fact, that's why I'm out here. I wanted to let you know about the match we're going to have.”

Big Nasty looks at Ryan, who looks unimpressed.

Big Nasty: “I get it, you don't care, you're the champ, you're gonna win. I know I know, but bare with me here. You see, the hatred between you and I, it's special. And that match that we are going to have, it deserves a special stipulation. I've spent night after night mulling over what I want to do to you, how I can make you scream out in pain. I ran through an inferno match, but I thought that was too easy. I thought about a hardcore match...but that's just too easy. Anybody can hit somebody with a chair. No no no, I want you to suffer. I want you to not be able to get away. So the more and more I thought about it, the more the match became more clear to me. I want the longest match possible. I want to be able to beat the ever loving crap out of you for as long as possible. And when I pin you, I don't want it to be over. Not that quick, not that easy. That's too good for you. So the only match that makes sense...an Iron Man Match, no holds barred, falls count ANY WHERE!”

The fans explode at the thought of an Iron Man Match between these two men.

Daniels: “AN IRON MAN MATCH! This is history in the making!”

Keenan:” He can't do this! How can he do this? It's not right!”

Big Nasty:” You see one ring can't hold us, so be prepared. It's going to be a physical aggressive match. You'll never know what will happen. Ryan, I'll see you in two weeks.”

Big Nasty drops the mic on the mat, and walks up to Ryan Shane, who stares him in the eye without any emotion. Ryan holds his hand out of the ring, taking a mic himself. He raises the microphone up.

Shane: “Is that what you call it? Being a man? Is that what you’re bringing to the table? Well, I can’t argue with that. You’ve done the same old shit everyone who uses that tired line does. A real man attacks from behind? A real man needs to use a loop hole to sneak into a position you don’t fucking deserve to be in? It seems the definition of a real man varies from country to country. What I’ve seen from you “real men” here in the states is what we’d call in my hometown “pussy shit”.”

Ryan lazily motions to Nasty’s position.

Shane: “You come walking out to face a man who you have a problem with, and now you want to be praised for it? You want admiration? You talk on and on about being a man, but you fucking squeal like a boy. That’s all you are. You’re a boy putting on Daddy’s shoes, thinking you can go to work just like he can, and that’s when you get slapped down and sent to your room to think about what you’ve done.”

Ryan sighs.

Shane: “That’s what I hate. I’m not surprised you missed it, I’ve stopped questioning just how much dumber you can prove yourself to be. Nasty, I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. You’re just a fucking name. A notch in the belt. What I hate, is that fucking briefcase you carry!”

Ryan flares a nostril at his challenger.

Shane: “That thing is the damn embodiment of why I killed Derek Damage’s CZW, and why, with you, I put the final nail in the fucking coffin! That thing is the totem of snakes, and you carry it around like it’s a badge of honor! You look down at that thing and you see power. You see a shot at a world title that you worked so hard to earn, and a symbol of the success you’ve reached. When I look at that briefcase, I see mediocrity. I see a means of you getting a title shot that you don’t deserve and could never do otherwise! I see the prize you gained by beating a bunch of fucking nobodies Derek Damage stringed together for a match, and now I have to lower myself and tarnish my reign to handle you. That’s all this is, me handling you so you can have your one moment, and that sickens me!”

Ryan paces back and forth, motioning to the arena around them.

Shane: “My first defense of the CZW World Title. It should be something grand! Something ground breaking! I should be defending against Alan Fiscus! I should be defending against Eddie Rowan! I should be defending against Mike King, but no. I have to stain my reign with your name because you were the best of the people who couldn’t make it!”

Ryan snatches his world title from the ringside, then marches right up to Nasty, glaring into his eyes.

Shane: “You can add whatever stipulations you want, and you can talk a nice big game about what you’ll do, but remember, someone better than you did it first, and I ended them. For sixty minutes I’m going to remind you that this is what you wanted. I’m going to remind you that everything you’re experiencing is your fault, and then I’m going to take your dream of being a world champion and I’m going to eat it! For sixty minutes, Nasty, you’re going to experience just what it is to fight existence itself…….and for sixty minutes……I make you my bitch!”

“The Sound of Truth” blares over the speakers as Ryan tosses down the mic, holding up his championship and standing face to face with Nasty, who refuses to back down. Both men glare at each other for a few seconds, before cutting away.

***

-=MACHINA MOUREY=-
"The Machina Mistress" Cristal w/ DXM vs Jenna Mourey w/ Cameron Matthews

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"Girl on Fire" by Alicia Keys hits the soundsystem, and a HUGE roar from the Lakeland crowd greets the arrival of their fellow Floridians Jenna Mourey and Cameron Matthews as they step out onto the stage, Jenna bounding excitedly and trying to hype the fans up even further, Cameron a little more reserved but still obviously appreciative of the ovation being afforded to the two of them.

TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Cameron Matthews... FROM ORLANDO, FLORIDA... weighing in at 120lbs... JENNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MMMMMOOOOOUUUUURRRRREEEEEYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: AND WOULD YOU JUST LISTEN TO THE OVATION.. JENNA MOUREY WALKING OUT TO A HEROINE'S WELCOME FROM HER HOMESTATE CROWD HERE TONIGHT!

KEENAN: I THOUGHT a few of these guys near us looked a little "off the level" when I was looking round a moment ago!

DANIELS: ..What?

KEENAN: You know.. like they welcomed a little heroin into their system already tonight.

DANIELS: ...Now you know that's not what I meant!

Cameron throws Jenna's fist up into the air as the pop from the crowd swells to an even louder volume. The two then make their way down the aisle towards the ring, Jenna making sure to air-kiss, high-five or wave at as many people as possible before jogging up the steps and into the ring, Cameron taking up position on the outside as he now joins the fans in their applause. Jenna steps up onto the ropes and throws her hands up again, before hopping down and taking up position at the far side of the ring as her music fades out. A few moments pass with no soundtrack but the raucous appreciation of the CZW fans, before the opening riff to "Been Training Dogs" by the Cooper Temple Clause shifts the ambience to something decidedly more hostile.

TOWERS: And her opponent...

As the main body of the song kicks in, Cristal slowly steps out through the curtain onto the stage.. closely followed by the entire remainder of the DXM membership. She has her hood up over her head and pulled low to cast as big a shadow as possible over her masked face, as she pauses at the top of the ramp with her arms extended out either side, fingers twitching with nervous energy as her stablemates glance around the room with typical swagger and self-confidence.

DANIELS: Ohhhh man.. this is never a good sight to see...

KEENAN: What the hell are you talking about, Jarred? Our presence is being graced by the absolute pinnacle of professional wrestling perfection.. including the World Heavyweight Champion! This is already the greatest part of the show!!!

After a few moments, El Pablo slowly and theatrically tiptoes in front of his girlfriend.. rubs his hands together.. blows on the tips of his fingers.. then swings an arm round, crouches down and presses a fingertip to the floor, cueing a wall of pyro to explode up from the stage, which in turn cues the DXM members to feign various injuries and ill-effects from the blast before stumbling and eventually marching down the ramp towards the ring, led once again by Cristal.

TOWERS: ...being accompanied by Deus eX Machina... From Telluride, Colorado... weighing in 125lbs... She is "The Goddess Of The Machine"... CCCCCRRRRRIIIIISSSSSTTTTTAAAAALLLLL!!!!!!!!!!

As the group reaches the ring, EP and Cristal hop up onto the apron while the rest of DXM take up position across from Cameron on the outside. EP grips the top rope and vaults over, landing on the bottom rope and pulling the second one up, allowing Cristal to step through and into the ring. EP then vaults back over onto the apron and down to the floor, as Cristal climbs the turnbuckle and throws up the "X" sign across her chest, before hopping back down and turning to face Jenna, as her music fades out and the referee calls for the bell.

*DING DING!*

DANIELS: Well, here we go.. hopefully this match is allowed to run a little longer and with a little more credibility than the first ladies' match we saw tonight.. although with DXM out at ringside, I'd say the chances of the credibility aspect are rather slim to none!

KEENAN: More misinformation and propoganda spewing out of your mouth, Jarred! Deus eX Machina have never competed or conducted themselves with anything but the upmost decorum and sportsmanship!

The crowd immediately voices their support for Jenna Mourey, as she and Cristal step out of their respective corners - Jenna poised to fight, Cristal merely strolling with her hands on her hips. Jenna moves to attack, but Cristal quickly throws her hands up.. Jenna halts.. and Cristal then turns and makes her way over to the ropes, as EP kneels up on the apron. Cristal leans through between the top and middle ropes, then - with EP supporting her - turns and drapes herself backwards as EP lowers his head and plants a passionate kiss on her lips.

KEENAN: WOAH MAMA!

DANIELS: Oh, please!

The kiss grows quickly more and more passionate, as Cristal raises her hands to run her fingers over EP's head, neck and shoulders while he caresses her figure in a manner only just remaining PG. Finally, Jenna loses patience, and she storms over to force the beginning of the contest.. only for EP to jump to the floor right at the last second and Cristal to spew blue mist right into Jenna's face.

DANIELS: OH WA-...WHAT!? THE.. MACHINA MIST! MACHINA MIST.. FROM CRISTAL.. RIGHT INTO THE FACE.. THE EYES, THE NOSE, THE MOUTH OF JENNA MOUREY!!! BAH GAWD HOW D-.. DID EL... EL PABLO MUST'VE FED CRISTAL THE MIST DURING THAT KISS!!!

KEENAN: I've never seen anything like that before... I LOVE IT!!!

Jenna thrashes about in shock, stumbling back into the ring as Cristal pulls herself back through the ropes into the ring. As the effects of the mist begin to take hold, Jenna's movements become slower and more laboured... her limbs noticeably becoming heavier... harder to move... harder to support... she drops to a knee... strains to lift her arm... reaching desperately for the ropes... but finally succumbs, slumping face-down onto the mat as Cristal slowly sinks to her own knees, a malevolent grin on her blue-coloured mouth, her tongue running over her lips as she drops to her stomach and slithers over to the seemingly-unconscious Jenna.

DANIELS: Jenna's out cold here.. completely at the mercy of Cristal!!!

Cameron yells out at ringside, desperately trying to wake Jenna from her apparent slumber.. but to no avail, as Cristal rolls her onto her back and drapes herself over her chest as the referee rather reluctantly drops into position...

DANIELS: COME ON.. NOT LIKE THIS!!!

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*DING DING DING!*

DANIELS: DAMMIT... THEY'VE STOLEN ANOTHER ONE!!!

"Been Training Dogs" returns to the soundsystem, though only for a moment, as Cristal is swiftly tossed a microphone by El Pablo. She slides back up to her knees, the smirk still on her face as she looks down at the blue-faced Jenna, then out into the crowd who are now hurling even more abuse down upon her. Cristal slowly raises the microphone.. then brings her other hand up, pressing her extended index finger against her lips.

CRISTAL: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... you'll wake up Sleeping Beauty!

The boos grow louder still as Cristal laughs, tossing her hair as she gets back to her feet.

CRISTAL: Now.. I know you're all just SO upset that you didn't get to see your precious hometown princess show of her supposed skills tonight... but, to be quite frank, I'M upset at being forced to take up position in the queue with all of these so-called "Queens" and WAIT for my opportunity to have that Queen of Combat Title wrapped around my waist!

I mean.. do I even need to spell out how many things are wrong with that sentence!? ME... WAIT... OPPORTUNITY...!? I should have been right there, front and center at the very START of this whole so-called revival! I CERTAINLY should've been allowed to get my hands on Rhonda Roadkill a hell of a lot sooner than the rest of the fucking skirts filling spots on the CZW roster... namely, as soon as I cemented and solidified my reputation as the BEST female wrestler in this entire industry! Kandi might've had the belt, but I defy ANYBODY to define her as possessing any semblance of talent relevant to this business without shitting their pants laughing!

There is absolutely NO WAY that Kandi Washington would've stumbled into her thrush-ridden throne had she been forced to get her fake nails dirty in a one-on-one contest... and, while we're on the subject, in what fucking dark, desolate region of his asshole did Derek Damage pull out the nerve to book a Battle Royal to determine the new champion!?

KEENAN: I was wondering that myself, at the time!

CRISTAL: I mean, don't get me wrong.. Kandi at least had the win streak to warrant being put in contention.. but Miss Michelle? Tatum Regan? Fucking BRENDA VIXEN!?!?!? I didn't even realise that wannabe hackneyed horror movie was still alive, and yet she's tossed a chance to get her hands on the title belt!? AND YOU PEOPLE HURL ABUSE AT PEOPLE LIKE EL PABLO, RYAN SHANE AND ERIC COLLUM FOR TRYING TO RID THIS COMPANY OF BULLSHIT LIKE THAT!?!?!?!?!? Jesus.. it's a miracle there was even a CZW left to resurrect after all Damage's bright ideas had bled it dry!

Cristal runs a hand over her face as she pauses for breath, a brief "Derek Damage" chant making itself heard amidst the cacophony of boos and berating before sinking back into the ether.

CRISTAL: Well.. you people don't have to worry about William Masters making the same mistakes as your beloved "Dee Dee"... because as of RIGHT NOW, this woman you see before you.. The Goddess Of The Machine herself... is tearing a one-woman warpath right through this sorry assortment of overhyped obstacles and redundant roadblocks.. all the way up the mountain and up to the place where I so inarguably deserve to be!

Don't believe me? Well.. I suggest you keep watching... because I'm about to make it Cristal Clear...

Cristal suddenly drops the microphone, then turns and gestures to DXM on the outside.. a gesture EP responds to by tossing his girlfriend a steel chair. Cristal sets the chair up in the center of the ring, then grabs the still-motionless Jenna by the head and hauls her off the mat. Cristal positions the two of them with their backs to the unfolded chair.. then lowers her head and hooks Jenna's leg over her shoulder...

DANIELS: Oh my.. no.. NO!

Cristal then snaps back, flinging Jenna over backwards and dropping her sternum-first onto the chair with the Revolution.

DANIELS: OH MY GOD! REVOLUTION.. ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!! OH MAN.. JENNA MOUREY'S RIBS COULD BE BROKEN.. SHE COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT HERE FOLKS!!!

"Been Training Dogs" returns to the soundsystem as Cristal gets back to her feet, the smirk right back on her face as she slowly steps backwards towards the ropes, her eyes drifting to the sight of Jenna Mourey writhing about on the mat, coughing and spluttering with arms clutched tight to her chest. Cristal lets out another laugh, then rolls back over the ropes onto the apron and hops down into the waiting arms of El Pablo, as Cameron gingerly sneaks into the ring, eyes fixed on DXM as he crawls over to Jenna, who is now being tended to by the referee.

DANIELS: DXM making their way backstage.. but the damage has been done... good god, what a sickening attack.. what a shameful, dispicable display ONCE AGAIN by this stable here tonight! Somebody's gotta stop them.. somebody needs to do something about Deus eX Machina!

As EMTs hurriedly make their way down to the ring, the camera focuses on the DXM members looking triumphant at the top of the ramp, lingering for a moment before cutting to a commercial.

***

-Kandi Washington is walking into the arena via the parking garage, wiping some semen off of her bottom lip. She notices the camera and shrugs with a smile...suddenly, a pair of headlights appear behind her...A CAR RIPS ASS INTO THE LOT...KANDI TURNS AND GETS OBLITERATED! HER BODY FLIES THROUGH THE AIR AND COLLAPSES IN A HEAP...the car comes to a stop...Decker Watts hops out of the driver's side.-

Decker: No. F that. I'm not done yet. F THAT!!!! Here chief, park it!

-Decker tosses his car keys to the camera man and jogs off. The camera pans to Kandi's crumpled body. She's still breathing, barely. The shot pans up...Jakob and Ezra Mayhem are standing there. Jakob crouches and tilts his head, looking her over.-

Jakob: Looks like somebody threw their whore away...

-Jakob chuckles and reaches for Kandi's wrists...the shot pans up as she's dragged out of the scene...-

***

“Martyr” blares out through the arena, the crowd jeering loudly as CRYPT makes his way to the ring. He wears dark, baggy pants and a hooded jacket, the hood pulled up over his head. The hood, along with his hair, obscures his face almost completely. He takes his time entering the ring, picking a mic off of the apron as he does so. Finally, the music dies out and he stands in the center of the ring, letting the crowd spew their hate towards him before speaking.

CRYPT: “Alright, shut it. I’m about to take you back to 1990. Twenty three years ago a kid named Matt Burton moved to Wichita, Kansas. He wasn’t the brightest kid around…mostly kept to himself. His home-life was shit. For the next couple years he’d go to school as a means to get away from his alcoholic mother and her abusive boyfriend. He was generally ignored or mocked because kids in high school are assholes, but whatever. Nobody cares about stupid high-school bullshit, so we’ll get to the relevant part. Eventually he would end up being ‘friends’ with another kid…one who would grow up to be known the WORLD over as…Alan…Fiscus.”

The crowd cheers as Alan’s name is mentioned and CRYPT’s shoulders bob visibly as he laughs to himself.

CRYPT: “Yeah, by all means, cheer. You see, it’s kind of funny since they were quite different; Alan did well in school, was athletic, competed in several sports whereas Matt had none of these traits. Still, they had similar tastes in music and a few other common interests…namely the sport of wrestling. Well, like most kids they decided school was shit, and they dropped out with plans to find a way to get into the business… After all, Alan’s pops was already a vet.”

He shrugs, shaking his head.

CRYPT: “Well, Alan may have dropped out of school, but he wasn’t stupid. He got his G.E.D. and, with his daddy’s help, he B-lined it to Chicago. Lied about his age to get into wrestling school and would go on to have a successful career. But wait? What about his friend Matt? What about the guy who dropped out of school with his friend with the same dream? Well, that’s easy. You see, he just wasn’t smart enough to successfully complete his education on his own. He also couldn’t afford to move to fucking CHICAGO! So, what happened was what you would likely come to expect from this situation… Matt became a complete burnout with a shitty life. But just wait…wait for the punchline…”

“Streetcleaner” begins to play, cutting CRYPT off on his rant. The fans cheer loudly as Alan Fiscus makes his way to the ring, a neutral expression on his face. He retrieves another microphone before entering the ring, standing right across from CRYPT, staring him down. He raises the mic to speak, but CRYPT raises a hand to stop him.

CRYPT: “DON’T YOU DARE! You wait until I’m done talking!”

The fans jeer loudly, but Alan slowly lowers the mic, crossing his arms, visibly working to keep his anger in check. CRYPT points a finger at Alan as he speaks, the tone of his voice changing from reminiscent to accusatory.

CRYPT: “1998…fifteen years ago, the paths of Alan Fiscus and Matt Burton would cross once again. See, Matt found a way to get into the business himself, even if it was in the dingy, slummy, no-name organizations that nobody has ever heard of before. Well, it just so happens that during this time, the GREAT Alan Fiscus took a quick payday to work an appearance on one of these shows. In the main event of course. Matt fought some other no-name hack in a stink-fest of a curtain jerker. Sure…the situation wasn’t optimal, but…there they were. Two childhood friends finally in that moment they talked about as kids. ‘Living the dream!”

There is a long pause as CRYPT once more begins to laugh to himself, his head shaking.

CRYPT: “Only there was something wrong about the whole situation. You see…as all the guys for the show were backstage, talking amongst themselves, Matt and Alan didn’t talk. Alan didn’t even recognize his old friend behind all of that face paint. You didn’t even notice, did you? No, you didn’t. You had no clue. See…here’s the thing. As Matt Burton stood there, looking across the room at his old friend…his friend who was so much smarter…so much better off…he began to realize a few things. Chiefly…that Alan Fiscus wasn’t his ‘friend’ at all!”

Alan's patience is over and raises the mic to his mouth.

ALAN: "Jesus Christ... If I had my eyes closed, I would swear it was my ex-wife standing across from me. CRYPT... Matt... whatever the hell you want me to call you... let me get this straight. Because I couldn't... because I didn't carry you on my back to success all those years ago... Because I didn't recognize you at some shitty bingo hall because you were probably wearing the same generic Juggalo make up then as you are right now... THAT'S why we've been kicking each other's asses for months now? THAT'S the big hub bub? Dude... grow a pair and be a MAN. It's not MY fault you're a complete burn out with a shitty life. It's not MY fault I'm a better human being than you are! Unlike you, I didn't NEED someone to help me along to my success. I didn't need my father's help, I didn't need my friends' help... so I'm not sure why you've grown up through life being such a needy bitch, but there's no one to blame for your failures in life but yourself. It's too late from redemption, however. You can sit here and cry and cry about how horrible your life is, about how much better your childhood friend is than you... doesn't matter now. Because I am STILL going to kick your ass from piller to post. Any sympathy you might have gotten from me went out the window when you decided to rather attack me than be a MAN and say something to my face first! So here's what I propose. CZW is having a a joint PPV with CEW on April 15th, in New Orleans. Ultraviolent Retribution I think is the name, something generic like that since I no longer help with that shit. I say YOU and ME fight like we should have months ago. I say instead of you cheap shotting me, causing me to lose matches and titles like you have been the last.. god it seems like a damn year now... We fight each other like MEN, I kick YOUR face in, you finally wipe your ass and the tears from your eyes in the same breath and GET ON with your miserable life! What do you think, clown man? I didn't know who you were. I BARELY know who you are after you've explained it. I can't help it, brother. I had a one track mind back then, just as I do now, and you weren't the only person to get burned by that mentality. Although I'm not really sure you're entitled to such butt hurt, to be honest! So... New Orleans... You and me... any stipulation you want, any type of match you want, doesn't matter to me. I just want your damn blood on my hands from all the bullshit you've caused me. Something tells me this match should be a SCAFFOLD MATCH. Whatever it is, let's end this, MATT. I need to get on with my life and career. You need to get on with... whatever that is you got going on there."

Alan lowers the mic, expecting a response. CRYPT runs his hands through his hair, the motion moving his hair from his face and pushing his hood back off of his head. He stares at Alan for a long moment, his face completely devoid of paint. Slowly he nods.

CRYPT: “Sure, Alan. Scaffold match? That’s fitting. It’s a great metaphor, really. I’ll finally be able to climb up to the same level as you, beat you within an inch of your life, and then toss your sorry carcass down! I’m going to do more than just hurt you, Fiscus. I’m going to BREAK you…”

CRYPT drops the mic and stares daggers at Alan who nods, tossing his mic to the side. Alan turns to leave…and then turns back and LUNGES at CRYPT!! Fiscus tackles him to the ground, unloading with a series of rights and lefts! The fans go ballistic as Alan and CRYPT brawl all over the ring, trading shots! CRYPT gets the upper hand and begins to choke Fiscus in the corner, but Alan catches him with a knee to the gut! Alan goes for a big punch but CRYPT blocks it and throws a HUGE standing lariat that takes BOTH men to the outside!

Alan is slow to get up and CRYPT tosses the time-keeper aside, grabbing a chair. He folds it up and turns, raising it over his head, but Alan has recovered and he SPEARS CRYPT!! They crash THROUGH the barricade and into the fans in the front row! A fan caught in the way screams, his leg having been apparently hurt in the collision. Alan stands and glances briefly at the man before turning back to CRYPT, ducking just in time as CRYPT takes a wild swing with the chair…HITTING ANOTHER FAN!! People begin to book it away from the melee, the two injured bystanders being dragged out of the way by others as CRYPT and Fiscus continue to assault one another, oblivious to the collateral damage! Security charges through the crowd, abandoning their posts to stop CRYPT and Fiscus before any more people are injured!

Alan and CRYPT continue to scream obscenities at one another as a mob of security force them down, zip-tying their hands behind their back. Several CZW officials are out from the back trying to establish order, wide-eyed with disbelief at what just happened. Finally, security is able to restrain the two men and haul them off through one of the side exits. The cameras follow them as they lead them towards the outside, where they are joined by a small group of Lakeland POLICE! The officers take CRYPT and Fiscus out of the building, struggling to force them into separate police cars, their insults and protests finally muffled as the police car doors are shut!

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-=MAIN EVENT!=-
CHAMP VS MOUNTAIN MAN!
Wes Hartley vs "Mountain Man" Joshua Newsome

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Ryan Lewis is walking around. He seems to be looking for someone.

Lewis: Where is he?

Lewis rounds a corner and walks into Chris Tolwar.

Tolwar: Hey watch where you are going.

Lewis: Chris I am sorry.

Lewis somewhat brightens up.

Lewis: Chris do you know where Mike King is?

Tolwar shakes his head no.

Tolwar: The last I heard from him was on twitter. I have not seen or talked to him since he lost the tag team title two weeks ago.

Lewis' disappointment returns.

Lewis: You wouldn't know when the next Dangah Zone will be right?

Tolwar shakes his head no again.

Tolwar: I have not heard anything from William Masters despite constant e-mails and voicemail but nothing more.

Lewis pats Tolwar on the arm.

Lewis: You will be back on Overdrive sooner than you think. Tolwar turns and sees the camera.

Tolwar: What the hell is this camera doing here?

Lewis: I was looking for Mike King to get his thoughts on the match. Apparently he isn't ready if hasn't even talked to you. Take care Chris.

Lewis leaves and Tolwar pulls out his cell phone and dials as the scene cuts back to the arena.

Daniels: Mike King two weeks ago lost the CZW Intercontinental title to Eric Collum and he has not been heard from outside of his twitter.

Kennan: I wouldn't know when the last time he tweeted, I blocked him. All he does is whine.

Daniels: Well I mean it was hardly a one-on-one contest.

Kennan: He had his Wayward Sons with him. It's not like he went in by himself. He is not a hero Jared.

Daniels: That maybe the case but you know Mike King will be back to fight soon.

Kennan: Yeah if he didn't fall of the wagon because he realized that he is not the great wrestler he thought he was.

The camera shifts to Jessica Towers in the ring.

Towers: The following contest is your main event of the evening.

"Cowboy Way" pumps through the George Jenkins arena. Joshua Newsome walks to the ring.

Towers: Introducing first; hailing from a heavily wooded area on the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio; weighting in at 295 pounds; "The Mountain Man" Joshua Newsome.

Newsome walks to the arena getting some cheers from the crowd. He enters the ring when all of a sudden CZW X-Division Champion Wes Hartley runs out and clips Newsome taking his leg right out from under him. The crowd erupts into a huge series of boos.

Daniels: What the hell is this?

Kennan: Hartley is possesed. First Krimson Blaze and now Decker Watts. I am sure he looks at Newsome as a sacrificial lamb.

Hartley gets up and stomps on the leg as the referee rushes to Hartley to pull him off of Newsome.

Daniels: Hartley is a heartless machine.

Kennan: Heartless or not, he is a champion.

Daniels: He does not look like he is one pulling a stunt like this.

Kennan: What about CEW's Decker Watts?

Daniels: Who cares about him. I may not like Hartley's new attitude but I hope that Decker is destroyed by Hartley.

Kennan: So what will happen with our main event?

Daniels: Newsome previously had knee trouble. Matt Covey slammed a power drill right into it at Event Horizon during Money in The Bank.

Kennan: That may prevent Newsome from being in this match.

The referee prevents Hartley from getting closer to Newsome.

Daniels: If Newsome is able to wrestle, I have a feeling this match will be easy pickins for the smaller Hartley.

Newsome struggles to his feet using the ropes for support as Hartley yells "Ring the bell!"

Kennan: Looks like this match can actually happen.

Daniels: Newsome is one of the more gutsy wrestlers. He made his name in the Ultaviolent division.

Newsome is standing on his own power. He pleads to start the match with the referee.

Kennan: Newsome wants this match to start.

The referee calls for the bell as Hartley runs towards the ropes.

DING! DING! DING!

Hartley leaps to the second rope and bounces off looking for a crossbody but Newsome catches him and bodyslams Hartley onto the mat. Hartley gets up holding his back and is met with a standing clothesline from Newsome. Hartley gets up and is met with a flapjack.

Daniels: Enterprisingly the sneak attack is not slowing Newsome down.

Kennan: Hartley tried to get the jump on him again but Newsome anticipated.

Newsome rolls Hartley over and goes for a pin.

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Hartley kicks out.

Daniels: Newsome almost got Hartley with that flapjack.

Kennan: It will take more than that to keep Hartley down.

Newsome gets up gingerly and so does Hartley. Newsome grabs Hartley but Hartley responds with a kick to the injured leg. Newsome immediately lets go and grabs the leg.

Daniels: Look the leg is still a problem for Newsome.

Kennan: You don't just recover that quickly from an injury like that.

Hartley kicks Newsome in the leg once again. Hartley grabs Newsome and tries to suplex over but Newsome waffles Hartley in the neck with a clubbing forearm. Newsome forearms Hartley again in the neck. Hartley breaks the grip and is hit with a bot ti the midsection. Newsome grabs Hartey again and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker.

Daniels: Newsome blocked the Exploder and hits a swinging neckbreaker.

Kennan: Newsome is taking it to Hartley despite the knee injury.

Newsome picks Hartley up off of the canvas and punches his opponent. Newsome goes for a final punch but Hartley ducks and hits Newsome with a roundhouse kick to the head. Newsome is rocked and Hartley grabs in the injured leg and kicks him in the leg several times. Hartley then whips Newome to the mat by the leg. Newome rolls around the mat clutching his leg. The fans boo as hartley has a sick look on his face.

Daniels: Look at this. Hartley has snapped.

Kennan: I like the new Wes Hartley to be honest.

Daniels: You would Barry.

Hartley stomps on the leg once again befor grabbing it and snapping it.

Kennan: Smart move by Hartley.

Daniels: He damn near break that leg.

Hartley goes for a pinfall.

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Newsome kicks out.

Kennan: Hartley nearly had beat Newsome. Hartley runs off towards the ropes and springs to the second rope trying to moonsault off of it onto Newsome. Newsome rolls as Harley leaps. Hartley lands onto his feet and Newsome gets up and faces a boot into the head. Newsome holds the head and Hartley goes to suplex Newsome. Hartley puts Newsome's arm over his head and flips him over with an exploder. Hartley heads to the turnbuckle and climbs up it.

Daniels: Hartley is going to top rope.

Kennan: I wonder what Hartley has in store.

Hartley is on the top rope and is measuring Newsome. Hartley leaps off goes for an elbowdrop but Newsome rolls away and Hartley hits canvas elbow first.

Daniels: Newsome rolls away from the flying elbow drop by Hartley.

Kennan: That was painful.

Hartley rolls around holding his arm and Newsome is slowly getting up to his feet. Hartley is on his and tries to grab Newsome but Newsome headbutts Hartley several times in the midsection. Newsome gets to his feet and headbutts Hartley and in head now. Hartley is nearl out on his feet. Newsome grabs Hartley and presses him up and over his head. Newsome launches Hartley stomach first on the canvas.

Daniels: Newsome is house of fire.

Kennan: This could be tough for Wes Hartley.

Newsome grabs the recovering Hartley and whips him into the turnbuckle. Newsome charges at Hartley and hits him with an avalanche. Newsome backs away and catches Hartley by the throat and slams him on to the canvas.

Daniels: Chokeslam, chokeslam, chokeslam.

Kennan: That could be it for Hartley.

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KICK-OUT

Newsome looks besides himself.

Daniels: Hartley kicked out.

Kennan: I knew he could do that. I just knew he could do it.

Newsome signals for his Rockslide.

Daniels: Newsome is looking to end this now.

Newsome picks up Hartley in a powerbomb and has himon his shoulders. Hartley slides down and Newsome turns around and right into a pele. Hartley gets up and follows up with a gamengiri.

Kennan: Yes, that's it.

Daniels: Hard kick by Hartley.

Kennan: He calls that the Myocardial Infraction.

Hartley goes for the pin.

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The referee calls for the bell.

Daniels: He got him.

Kennan: I knew that would happen.

Daniels: You were fearing that Hartley was done.

Kennan: No I didn't.

The referee hands Hartley his belt and he holds it in front of the camera. "Watts, this as close as you are going to get to this title." Hartley says.

Daniels: Look out...DECKER WATTS IS ON THE APRON...

-Decker has the X-Division title in his hand...Hartley turns...DECKER LEAPS UP ON THE ROPE AND FLIES FORWARD NAILING THE CHAMP WITH A SPRINGBOARD BLOCKBUSTER USING THE TITLE!!!! THE FANS ARE PISSED!!!!-

Daniels: What the hell is Decker Watts doing?!

Keenan: He's getting him some!

Daniels: Look at this idiot...look at him holding that X-Division title up in the air like he owns it...Wes Hartley is down....

Keenan: He could have owned it by now! But Wes Hartley wanted to do things the hard way...well, this is the hard way!

-Decker chucks the championship title to the mat and moves to unbuckle his own leather belt...he slips it out rom around his waist and slowly starts to swing it above his head...-

Daniels: Don't do this...Decker you sick...DON'T...

-Rolled over on to his back, Wes Hartley tries to push himself up...DECKER WATTS WHIPS HIM WITH THE BELT...THE BUCKLE END OF THE BELT! THE FANS GASP...DECKER DOES IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN...WES HARTLEY HOWLS IN PAIN!!!!-

Daniels: DAMNIT...DAMN YOU DECKER WATTS!!!! STOP THIS!!!!

-Decker wraps the belt around his fist, the large silver buckle still jutting out...he kicks Wes over onto his back and drops into a straddle, punching Wes over and over again with the exposed metal!-

Daniels: This is uncalled for!!!!

Keenan: Wes did attack Decker...TWICE no less...

Daniels: Decker had it coming BOTH TIMES and don't you try to argue with me that he didn't!

-Hartley is busted open, bleeding from above his eyebrow! Decker stands up and off of him, but he grabs Wes' wrist and wraps the belt around it, tying the other end around the bottom rope...and then Decker puts the boots to the champ! Wes struggles to get his arm free but it's no use...the fans are all over this!!!!-

Daniels: Decker is going to pay for this...

Keenan: I've NEVER seen that guy like this before...

-Decker picks the X-Division title back up and crawls over on top of Wes, pushing the faceplate against the gash...Wes' face contorts in pain and rage...Decker screams in his face.-

Decker: THIS IS MINE...THIS IS MINE!!!!! THIS IS MINE!!!!

-Decker stands up and stomps Wes again and spits on him! He drops the X-Division title to the mat and then drops down after it, rolling out of the ring...-

Daniels: Decker Watts is a sick human being...and I hope...I HOPE...HE GETS HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM AT ULTRAVIOLENT RETRIBUTION!!!!!