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-=DARK MATCH OPENER!=-
Mark and Troy Brooks w/ Miss Michelle vs "Local Talent" (K.T. Chase and Tom Stevens)

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Jessica Towers is show in the ring.

Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contests is a tag team match scheulded for one-fall. Currently in the ring, weighting in at a total combined weight of 425 pounds, the team of K.T Chase and Tom Stevens."

"Fast as a Shark" plays through the Expo Center as the team of Mark and Troy Brooks with their managers Alexis Hart and Miss Michelle comes out. The four of them recieve boos from the crowd.

Towers: "Their opponents being led to the ring by their managers Alexis Hart and Miss Michelle, from Brooksfield, MA; at a total combined weight of 430 pounds; Mark and Troy Brooks."

Troy and Mark are by the ring. Miss Michelle plants a kiss on the cheek of Mark as Alexis plants one on the cheek of Troy. Mark and Troy enter the ring. They stare at their oponents this evening.

The referee looks at the four men and calls for the bell.

DING

DING

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Stevens and Troy go to the apron leaving Mark and Chase in the ring. Mark and Chase lock up with Chase getting a headlock on Mark until Mark shoots Chase off the ropes. Chase bounces off the ropes and nails him with a dropkick. Chase gets up and is dropped with a standing dropkick. Mark pulls Chase up and drops him face first onto the mat with a front Russian legsweep. Mark goes for a pin as the crowd boos.

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Chase kicks out.

Mark tags out to Troy. Mark picks up Chase up and drapes him on the top rope and extends the legs. Troy runs into the ropes and leapfrogs over Mark and right down on the back of Chase. Mark exits the ring as Troy goes for the pin as the crowd boos.

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Chase kicks out again.

Troy grabs Chase up locks him in a cravate. Troy taunts Stevens by moving Chase over to him. Troy releases the hold and shoves Chase into the corner. Stevens tags in to slight cheers.

Stevens enters but is met by a boot by Troy. Troy hits a snap suplex on Stevens. Troy steps onto the apron and goes for a slingshot legdrop but misses. The crowd cheers as both men get up and Stevens takes Troy down with an armdrag. Troy gets up and taken down by another armdrag. Troy gets lifted onto the top turnbuckle on the inside. Stevens signals for the kill but gets hit with a blue mist by Troy. Stevens staggers and turns his back to his Troy. Troy jumps over Stevens and grabs him driving him jaw first into Troy's shoulder with a stunner. Troy goes for the pin.

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Troy lifts Stevens' arm off the mat to break the count. The crowd boos.

Troy drags Stevens to his corner and tags out to his brother Mark. Mark. Mark grabs Stevens and lifts him up in a belly-to-back suplex before slamming him down to the mat with a side slam. Mark goes for the pin.

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The referee calls for the bell as the crowd boos.

DING

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Mark gets up off of Stevens. He is joined by his brother Troy and their managers Michelle and Alexis.

Towers: "Here are your winners, the team of Troy and Mark Brooks."

The four men celebrate before leaving the ring amongst several rounds of boos from the crowd.

***

"St. Anger" plays through the arena. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the upcoming appearence of the new CZW Intercontinental Champion Mike King.

Daniels: "Here comes the CZW Intecontinental Champion Mike King."

Masters: "He is not scheduled to wrestle here tonight."

Daniels: "Indeed, he wanted to defend his title here tonight."

Masters: "Yeah he mentioned that on CZW's website when he was interviewed by Ryan Lewis just after the end of the Horrorcore iPPV."

Mike King appears walking through the crowd. CZW Intercontinental title around his waist.

Daniels: "There's the champion."

His mixed racton continues as he makes his way to the ring.

Masters: "He truly is a man of the people, him walking through the crowd shows this."

Daniels: "Are you serious, he would turn on them for a nickel."

King leaps over the guard rail and gets a microphone from Jessica Towers.

Masters: "Looks like he has something to say, I'm all ears."

Daniels: "This will be interesting."

King takes off his belt before rolling into the ring by the turnbuckle and sits by it as his theme ends.

King: "Two weeks and there is no difference."

King looks at his CZW Intercontinental title.

King: "For the last month and a half, I have claimed day after day and week after week that I am the rightful CZW Intercontinental Champion. For weeks Derek Damage did not listened and relented to refer to the winner of a Triple Threat match between Maynard O'Toole, Satoshi Kobayashi and myself at Horrorcore to determine the champion. All the while I considered myself the CZW Intercontinental Champion because I knew I was a rightful champion."

King smirks and grabs his title and some of the crowd boos.

King: "I am the IC Champion. I beat a man who I have never beaten in CZW in Maynard O'Toole and a man many people considered me an underdog against in Satoshi Kobayashi. That night I said fuck you, pay me to anyone who did not believe me when I said that I was the rightful CZW Intercontinental Champion. And that night I decided to make this into the single most important title in CZW. Forget about the World Title, the Intercontinental title is the title that will make the ace of the company. However CZW disagrees."

The crowd boos again as King lays the title on his lap.

King: "See this week, I am not defending the title despite throwing the gauntlet sown that I will be a fighting champion. Hell, I am not even on the card tonight. I am not hurting, I am complaining about an injury to prevent me from wrestling for you paying fans here in Secaucus."

The crowd cheers as King puts the title on his shoulder.

Masters: "Cheap pop there by King."

Daniels: "Can you let him continue?"

King pulls himself up by the top rope.

King: "Instead I come with great tidings. I promise to you the CZW fans I will be a fighting champion.

The crowd cheers King.

King: "But enough about me. Right now I would like to ask Daniel Ward and Joshua Newsome to come out here."

"The Memory Remains" pumps through the arena as Ward and Newsome enters the Expo Center. The crowds give the two of them a mixed reaction.

Masters: "I wonder what this is about."

Daniels: "Didn't Mike mention something about the next era of Windows is coming?"

Masters: "I wonder what the next era is?"

Ward and Newsome enters the ring and King shakes hands with both of them.

King: "Thank you Josh. Thank you Daniel. The fans know of us as M2D Windows and we have reciecd a lot of backlash over that. I have had enough tweets and touts directed to me about the meaning behind it. See while we do fit the image, both in the Intials and the image there is a lose in translation." Some of the crowd cheer.

King: "While we are people that have been passed up and pushed aside, I look at us and see three Wayward Sons and so from this day on, Windows is no more."

The crowd are stunned into silence.

Daniels: "Are they disbanding?"

King shakes his head and places the microphone infront of the three of them.

King, Ward & Newsome: "WE ARE THE WAYWARD SONS!"

The crowd cheers and pulls the microphone back to himself.

King: "And the best part, there are more of us to be seen over the next few weeks."

The crowd cheers again as "Carry On Wayward Son" pumps through the Expo Center. The three of them exit the ring.

Masters: "So tonight M2D Windows renamed themselves The Wayward Sons."

Daniels: "Well it does roll of the tongue easier."

Masters: "But they fit that image."

Daniels: "And they fit the image of the wayward sons better if you ask me."

Masters: "But who are their new members?"

Daniels: "I don't know because Mike King is always quieter than most in the CZW locker room.

***

-=SKILL VERSUS SIZE!=-
"The British Lion" Daniel Ward w/ Josh Newsome vs Sonny Victor

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MASTERS: "It's time for Sonny Victor's debut!"

DANIELS: "You're giddy."

MASTERS: "You're ugly."

TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall."

"God Save the Queen" by The Sex Pistols begins playing

TOWERS: "Introducing first... being led to the ring by the Mountain Man, and hailing from Cambridge, England... 'The British Lion'... DANIEL WARD!"

The crowd gives quite a mixed reaction, but hot. Daniel Ward comes through the curtain first, wearing a cape with a British flag on the back and his normal ring gear. Lumbering behind him is the scary Mountain Man, Joshua Newsome. They make their way to the ring, with Ward playing up the crowd but Newsome silent and like ice. Ward slides in, and removes his cape.

TOWERS: "And his opponent..."

"Country State of Mind" by Hank Williams Jr. begins to play

TOWERS: "Making his CZW in ring debut... hailing from Blackwell, Oklahoma and weighing in at 325 pounds... SONNY VICTOR!"

Victor tears open the curtain, and looks psyched. He is wearing a black leather vest, and black trunks. He is towering, and slowly makes his way down to the ring. The crowd seem excited about this man, but they haven't figured him out yet. He makes his way to the ring, as Newsome has ventured to the other side. He raises his hands up high in the air to the crowd, who react fairly well. He then makes his way into the ring and removes his vest.

DING DING DING

MASTERS: "This monster of a man, Sonny, says it's all business when that bell sounds... no matter how much he likes you on the outside of the ring."

DANIELS: "Referee Jason Humel has been assigned to this match, as Victor quickly makes his way to the center of the ring. Ward is taken aback at the mass of this man, and looks down to Newsome as he backs up. Newsomes just stares at Victor, not looking up at Ward. Victor begins to corner him... but Ward quickly moves out of the way before he can get his hands on him."

MASTERS: "That's how Ward's going to have to play this game, Daniels, with his quickness and brains. That monster may be strong, but I bet he's dumb."

DANIELS: "He seems pretty smart to me so far! Victor immediately chases him back to the opposite corner... and same results! Ward is frustrating Victor, and that might not be the smartest move himself!"

MASTERS: "Ward knows what he's doing in that ring, Daniels. He is from England. He is better than you."

DANIELS: "Right. They're in the original corner again.. but this time Victor catches him! He throws him back hard into the turnbuckle. He proceeds to nail him with a series of punches. He then irish whips Ward to the opposite corner.. so hard, Ward falls face first to the mat! The crowd is liking this guy's aggression!"

MASTERS: "They just hate anyone who isn't from the USA, Daniels!"

DANIELS: "The country card again, Masters? Aren't you tired of being a typical cliche?"

MASTERS: "Aren't you tired of being a virgin?"

DANIELS: "I'm no-"

MASTERS: "BACK TO THE RING as Victor has picked up Ward... he brings him back to the center of the ring, and and grabs him in a facelock... he lifts him up... bloody hell, he's just hanging Ward upside down!"

DANIELS: "The blood is rushing to Ward's head, as he hangs him up there like it's easy! He finally slams him down hard on the mat, finishing the stalling suplex. He goes for the cover!"

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MASTERS: "That's my boy, keep alive Ward!"

DANIELS: "Victor has him back up... he throws him to the ropes... he bends for a back body drop... but Ward kicks him hard in his seated chest! That surprised the big man! He stumbles back... and Ward dropkicks his knees from under him! That was sick! As Victor lays on the ground holding his knee, Ward is catching some breath."

MASTERS: "Ward of course studied this man, he trained for this man, he is no slouch. He is a wrestler's wrestler."

DANIELS: "I can't argue with his skill set, that's for sure. Ward is back up.. and nails a kneedrop to the back of Sonny's head. He then immediately goes back to work on that knee he dropkicked. He wrenches it back and slams it down on the mat. He then grabs it... looks like he's going for a spinning toe hold..."

MASTERS: "Ward has picked his target, and going to work. He's about to put on a clinic."

DANIELS: "Ward twists once over, and Sonny screams out. He's going for a second time... no, Sonny grabs him! Small package!"

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MASTERS: "The big man knows a wrestling move, bloody hell!"

DANIELS: "Ward is back up quick to retain the control... he lifts him up... and nails a back suplex. Now he's right back on that leg, twisting over with a spinning toe hold."

MASTERS: "But he drops down and locks on a figure four leglock! This could be it right here for Mr. Sonny Victor!"

DANIELS: "Victor yells out in agony, but look at his face... He just seems to get more angry! I'd hate to meet him in a dark alley, I can assure you."

MASTERS: "Why are you always meeting men in dark allies, Daniels?"

DANIELS: "-- Humel is asking Sonny, but he is obviously not quitting. He musters some force... and reverses it! Ward is now screaming in pain as Sonny pulls his legs! Ward has no choice but to break the hold."

MASTERS: "Both men's knees hurt now, but Ward is first to his feet. He goes to grab Sonny's leg again... but Sonny surprises him with a big right hand! Cheap shot!"

DANIELS: "Ward staggers back and Sonny gets to his feet. He hobbles slightly over to Ward and punches him hard in the gut... he doubles over... Sonny grabs him... snap DDT!"

MASTERS: "No! He goes for the pin.."

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NEWSOME PUTS WARD'S FOOT ON THE ROPES!

MASTERS: "Saved by the beast!"

DANIELS: "Humel didn't see it, but it was obvious that Newsome saved Ward. Sonny saw it as well, and is just staring down at the man. Newsome looks up, and it's giving me chills as these men stare down each other!"

MASTERS: "Neither men are moving a muscle... but Victor's distracted... and Ward gets the strength to dropkick the same knee again! Good show!"

DANIELS: "Sonny is on his knees..."

* WHACK *

MASTERS: "Stiff kick to Sonny's back! Followed by a downward lariat! The cover!"

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DANIELS: "Sonny is stunned, but by no means is he done!"

MASTERS: "Such brute force! Ward is a little stunned, but goes back to work on that knee with a few kicks. He then lifts the man up by his hair, getting him to his feet. Ward runs to the ropes..."

DANIELS: "And is met with a big boot for his efforts! Victor almost kicked Ward's face off!"

MASTERS: "Smart move by Ward to roll out of the ring from that impact as this big oaf plays up the crowd."

DANIELS: "I think New Jersey likes him!"

MASTERS: "Shut up."

DANIELS: "Sonny follows Ward to the outside, this might be a bad move for Victor even though Newsome's on the other side... He picks up Ward and slams his head hard on the canvas. Humel is beginning to count. Sonny is setting Ward up for an irish whip..."

* PWANK *

MASTERS: "Ward reversed the irish whip, and from out of NOWHERE Newsome nails Sonny with a lariat! Newsome begins playing down some kicks, as Ward shakes the cobwebs loose."

DANIELS: "This isn't fair! Ward and Newsome begin double teaming the fallen giant... They pick him up, punching him all the while, Ward signals to Newsome and they move him near the guardrail... They're going to double slam his head onto it! Humel is up to a six count!"

MASTERS: "This going to hurt-- OH! Sonny blocks it!"

* PLINK PLINK *

DANIELS: "Victor slams both men into the guardrail! Ward is stunned, but staggers over to the ring.. and rolls in!"

MASTERS: "Newsome isn't as fazed, as both men begin trading blows! This is like the immovable object meeting the irresistable force!"

DANIELS: "Get in the ring, Sonny!"

HUMEL: "TEN!"

DING DING DING

DANIELS: "What a rip off!"

TOWERS: "Your winner, by count out... 'THE BRITISH LION' DANIEL WARD!"

MASTERS: "HA HA!"

DANIELS: "Newsome and Sonny keep brawling, this is getting ugly fast! Here comes security!"

MASTERS: "They're going to need a whole fleet to break this up!"

DANIELS: "Eight.. ten men are there now, trying to split these two up. Ward just stands in the ring, making Humel keep his arm raised!"

MASTERS: "Can you blame him? He just beat a giant, Daniels!"

DANIELS: "Newsome and Victor begin laying out the security guards! No! This will cost them!"

MASTERS: "Why don't you go over and tell them that, Jarred."

DANIELS: "NO THANKS! Ward is now down on the ramp, signaling for Newsome to back off and follow him... What is this relationship between these two Wayward Sons? It's like Newsome will do whatever Ward tells him to!"

MASTERS: "I don't know, but Sonny is livid! He's yelling at Newsome to come back, but both men leave up the ramp."

DANIELS: "I have a feeling this won't be the last encounter we see between these monsters."

***

-=AMERICAN PSYCHOS!=-
"Psycho" Sam Attic vs "American Gaijin" Mike Monroe w/ Tatum Regan

***

"Crashing" by Gravity Kills hits the soundsystem, and after a few moments the first competitor of the match steps out through the curtain to a reaction from the crowd that could be, at best, described as "mixed," an intense look of focus and determination etched upon his face as he makes his way down the aisle.

TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first... from Wichita, Kansas.. weighing in at 220lbs... "PSYCHOOOOO" SAMMMMM ATTIC!!!!!

DANIELS: The younger member of the Fiscus Family looking like he means some serious business out here tonight; he admitted himself that he may have taken things a little lightly against Jason X at Horrorcore, and my sources tell me that he's going to be showing a little more focus and initiative from this point forward, as he looks to re-establish himself as a serious contender inside the X-Division!

MASTERS: By your "sources" do you mean Sam Attic himself? Because he pretty much said that exact thing right after he lost that match!

DANIELS: True, he did.. but anyway, a big opportunity for him to do just that here against the man who, until just recently, had that very title belt wrapped around his waist!

Attic climbs the steps onto the apron, then vaults over the top rope and into the ring. He whips his white leather coat off and drapes it over the turnbuckle support, before turning back to look towards the entrance, performing a few last-minute warm-ups as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. After a few seconds, his music fades out and is replaced momentarily by the iconic "O Fortuna," before The Birthday Massacre's "In The Dark" bursts through the speakers, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

TOWERS: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Tatum Regan... from Tiffin, Ohio.. weighing in at 201lbs... he is "The American Gaijin"... MIKEEEEEEEEEE MONROEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Monroe steps out through the curtain, Tatum Regan following a step behind, saluting the crowd as Attic watches on intently from the ring. The couple exchange a brief high ten, before Monroe hops down the steps and charges down the aisle. He slides into the ring, but before he can get back to his feet, Attic pounces, unloading on his opponent with a flurry of clubbing blows to the back of the neck and head as the music fades out and the lights come up.

DING DING!

DANIELS: OH, and Attic wasting little time here, going right after Monroe before he can even get to his feet!!

Attic hauls Monroe up, and throws a few forearms into the side of his head, forcing Monroe back against the ropes. Attic goes for a whip, but Monroe reverses.. Attic rebounds off the ropes.. Monroe throws a fist.. Attic ducks.. leaps.. springboards off the middle rope and twists back, knocking the spinning Monroe down to the canvas with a dropkick.

DANIELS: Beautiful dropkick there by Attic!

Monroe rolls back up to his feet and moves toward Attic, who cuts him off with a boot to the midsection, then follows up with a few more forearms to the face. Monroe stumbles back, until Attic grabs hold of his wrist and whips him across the ring, sending Monroe crashing into the turnbuckle spine-first. Attic charges in behind, and hits a leaping forearm. Monroe staggers forward, and Attic whips him across the ring again, hitting another leaping forearm as Monroe hits the opposite corner. Attic then starts stomping Monroe in the sternum, forcing him into a seated position before pressing his boot into his throat. The referee starts his count, getting to four before Attic releases the pressure, stomping down hard on Monroe's chest once more before hauling him back to his feet. Attic throws a couple more forearms into the side of Monroe's head, then whips him across the ring yet again.. but this time, Monroe leaps onto the second rope and flips back across the corner onto the apron. As he tries to steady himself, Attic charges across the ring and hits the ropes.. baseball slides.. but Monroe vaults back over the top rope.. Attic lands on his feet on the outside.. turns round.. Monroe vaults over the ropes again and takes Attic down with a plancha.

DANIELS: And just like that, Monroe is right back in this contest!

Tatum attempts to rally Monroe, as the two men slowly begin to get to their feet beside the guardrail. Monroe gets to his feet slightly quicker, and as Attic gets to a knee, Monroe fires a kick into the side of his head. Attic rocks back, and as he gets back upright, Monroe kicks him again.. Attic rocks again, as Monroe shuffles back in preparation for a big exclamation point. He swings his foot.. but Attic ducks.. pops up, and as Monroe spins back round, Attic leaps and hits a double-knee facebreaker, snapping Monroe backwards onto the floor.

MASTERS: And just like that, he's right back out again!

Attic gets back to his feet, trying to shake off the effects of Monroe's kicks. He rolls into the ring, breaking the referee's ten count, but quickly rolls back out again, marching over to Monroe and peeling him off the floor. He sets Monroe against the apron, then whips him forwards, using the momentum to hoist Monroe up and drop him flapjack-style, chest and throat-first onto the barricade.

DANIELS: Ooft.. rough landing for Monroe there!

Attic gets up again, and pulls Monroe off the barricade, leading him over towards the ringsteps. He grabs him in a front facelock, and hooks an arm over his shoulder...

MASTERS: Now what?

Attic hoists Monroe up for a suplex, but quickly turns to the side and drops him back down, Monroe crashing chest-first down onto the steps.

DANIELS: Good LORD.. and an even worse landing second time around!!!

Monroe stumbles backwards, doubled over in pain as he clutches at his ribs. Attic turns and walks towards the other end of the ring, then suddenly snaps back and charges, stepping up off the steps and taking Monroe down with a running senton. Attic pushes himself back up again, favouring his leg a little after it crashed against the barricade. He picks Monroe up and rolls him into the ring, then climbs up onto the apron as he waits for Monroe to come around. Slowly, Monroe begins to stir, crawling towards the centre of the ring. He pushes himself up, and turns round.. just as Attic springboards off the top rope.. hooks his head, and plants Monroe with a Tornado DDT.

DANIELS: Another BIG TIME impact from Sam Attic.. he just has NOT let Mike Monroe get going here tonight!

Attic gets back to his feet, and signals that he intends to bring this contest to a conclusion, a suggestion that the CZW crowd does not appear to approve of. He picks the almost-lifeless Monroe up off the canvas, but suddenly, Monroe bursts into life, throwing Attic's hands off of him and unloading with a flurry of big-time right hands.

DANIELS: OH BUT WAIT.. MONROE IS ALIVE.. MONROE IS ALIVE.. AND FIGHTING.. WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS HERE!!!

Monroe forces Attic back against the ropes, continuing the onslaught before grabbing his wrist and whipping him.. but Attic reverses.. Monroe rebounds.. ducks a clothesline.. rebounds again.. and NAILS Attic in the face with a Busaiku Knee Kick. Attic bounces off the mat, as Monroe gingerly gets back to his feet.. hits the ropes again.. and knocks Attic down again, this time with a front dropkick. Again both men stagger up.. Monroe hits the ropes a third time.. grabs Attic.. spins for a Tornado DDT.. but Attic manages to shift position, dropping Monroe with a sit-out facebuster. Attic grabs both of Monroe's wrists, and twists up to his feet, pulling Monroe with him as he does so. He draws Monroe in, and hooks him round the neck.. picks him up.. sets.. and drops him with a Cradle DDT.

DANIELS: DRAMARAMA!! ATTIC HITS THE DRAMARAMA!!! THE COVER!!!

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DING DING DING!

"Crashing" returns to the soundsystem, as Attic stares with a smirk down the camera lens, still lying across the unconscious Monroe. After a few moments, he gets to his feet, and allows the referee to raise his hand briefly before approaching the ropes facing the hard camera and making a title belt gesture around his waist.

DANIELS: IT'S OVER! AND SAM ATTIC, IN DOMINANT FASHION, HAS JUST SIGNALLED HIS INTENTIONS TO TAKE BACK THAT CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Attic leaves the ring and makes his way up the aisle towards the back as Tatum rolls under the ropes to tend to the fallen Monroe. The camera lingers on Attic as he poses on top of the steps for a few moments, before cutting to a promotional video.

***

"Danger Zone" pumps through the Expo Center to some cheers as Chris Tolwar walks to the ring. Tolwar says "Tonight is the night." Towers: "The following is an open challenge gauntlet. Introducing first from San Diego, California; weighting in at 225 pounds, "The Top Gun" Chris Tolwar.

Tolwar enters the ring and poses for the fans.

Daniels: "You got to feel for Chris Tolwar."

Masters: "I don't."

Daniels: "What's your problem with Tolwar?"

Masters: "He's a scrub Jared. He is one of those ham-n-eggers that have run their course."

Daniels: "He is trying to prove himself. What he is trying to do is become a member of the former Windows, now Wayward Sons."

Masters: "He has only won one CZW match since his return and that was agianst Cole Williams. He has lost to Darkness Drachen, Bobby Nations, Jena Cyde and El Gran Tecnico."

Daniels: "That may be true but he is persistant."

Masters: "Who knows what rift-raff will show up tonight."

Tolwar asks Jessica for the microphone.

Tolwar: "Tonight I prove to the world that I should be a part of The Wayward Sons. Mike King, I respect you and without you I would not be where I am today. However like you, I am overlooked. I should be with you and tonight I prove this. So right now I want my first opponent to come out."

Tolwar hands the microphone back to Jessica.

Daniels: "Who do you think it is?"

Masters: "I have no idea. Another ham-n-egger perhaps."

Daniels: "Come on William."

Masters: "What, that is my best guess of who it ill be."

"Insane in the Membrane" pumps through the arena and a small masked wrestler walks out point a finger to the sky.

Towers: "Introducing first, from Mexico, New York; El Gringo Loco."

El Gringo Loco runs to the ring.

Daniels: "El Gringo Loco, the masked luchador is here in CZW."

Masters: "Another waste of space following Mike King's lead."

Daniels: "Well he trained with Mike King and wrestled as a part of WIF before becoming a manager."

Masters: "I am so sure Tolwar can beat him, he's half the size of Tolwar."

Daniels: "That he is but he could make a name for himself tonight."

Masters: "I doubt that."

Loco enters the ring and the referee calls for the bell.

Daniels: "Bell's rung, we're under way."

Loco goes for a punch and Tolwar ducks. Tolwar grabs Loco and drops him with a flipping back suplex.

Masters: "Lady Luck Is A Whore."

Daniels: "Well that was short."

Tolwar shoots the half nelson and into a pinning combination on Loco.

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Masters: "Tolwar wins in record time."

Daniels: "I am not sure if I believe this or not."

Masters: "Believe it Jared."

Tolwar gets off Loco and the referee raises his arm.

Towers: "Your winner, Chris Tolwar!!!"

Tolwar motions for the microphone.

Tolwar: "Was that good enough Mike? Winning a match in record time? Are you going to induct me into The Wayward Sons now?"

Tolwar looks at the enterance way.

Daniels: "It's arguable."

Masters: "He beat a guy that has not been active in four years. That isn't impressive, that is sad."

Tolwar turns away from the entrance way.

Tolwar: "OK then, let's bring out another guy."

Tolwar passes off the microphone to Towers as "Monster" pumps through the arena.

Daniels: "Who is this?"

Masters: "Oh no, I know who this is by the music. I thought he was retired..."

Tolwar shakes his head knowing who it is.

Towers: "Introducing from San Francisco, California; La Diva Gaga."

Gaga prances to the ring.

Daniels: "William, you said you knew who this was."

Masters: "Jared this is La Diva Gaga, an associate of Mike King and Chris Tolwar from the EWA."

Daniels: "So it this a he or a she?"

Masters: "I don't think even La Diva Gaga knows."

Daniels: "I see."

Gaga gets to the ring and climbs on the apron. Gaga grinds its crotch over the middle rope.

Masters: "I think I am about to throw up."

Daniels: "I think I will join you in that."

Masters: "Just take a different stall. I don't want you to meet Ralph on my hair."

Gaga takes off its boa and the bell rings.

Daniels: "Here we go again."

Masters: "Let's see if this match last longer than the first.

Tolwar then steps in to lock up, but Gaga rolls under his arms and poses, blowing a kiss for the fans to cheers and laughter- Daniels: "Chris doesn't too look happy about that."

Gaga turns and Tolwar steps in to lock up again. Gaga repeats the roll and poses for the fans the other side of the ring- Masters: "To think, I'm being paid to watch this nonsense..."

Timmons: What was that?

Tolwar locks in a clawhold that forces Gaga back and sends him to the floor outside

Masters: "Nothing. Nice clawhold by Tolwar. It sent Gaga to the outside."

Gaga re-enters the ring. Just as Gaga is standing Jason leaps, landing on Gaga's shoulders. However the hurricanrana attempt is blocked with a powerbomb.

Timmons: "High-flying attempt countered.. And what is Gaga doing??"

Gaga's hands are now on Tolwar's ass, touching him up as Gaga lifts him back into a powerbomb position.

Masters: "That is disgusting. Somebody stop this."

Tolwar reverses by pushing off, driving Gaga face first to the apron with a seated facebuster.

Masters: "That's more like it. Hard facebuster onto the floor."

Daniels: "The crowd loved that. Big time reversal there."

Tolwar turns back to La Diva, only to be met by a flying butt to the face.

Masters: "Flying Asshole, a trademark move of Tolwar."

Danielss: "That is some insault to injury."

Masters: "Especially when it is a cross dresser."

The referee admonishes Gaga. Gaga smiles, winks, and blows a kiss, which causes the referee to stumble backwards in shock- Daniels: "Looks like Gaga has an eye for our officials."

Gaga exits the ring to the apron and slingshots himself over the top rope, connecting with a legdrop before spinning into a 69 pin. ONE....

TW-KICKOUT!!

Tolwar pushes Gaga off rather forcefully, wiping his mouth with his hands.

Masters: "I seriously think I'm going to throw up right now."

Daniels: "That certainly was a... unique... pinning position."

Tolwar charges at Gaga, who ducks under his arm. Tolwar rebounds off the ropes as Gaga runs at the opposite ropes, springboarding off them and arm-dragging his opponent in mid-air. Tolwar rolls through the armdrag, ending up kneeling and facing towards Gaga, who charges and connects with a crotch to the face.

Daniels: "SHINING HUMP! Gaga got Tolwar with it."

Gaga covers, this time sitting on Tolwar's chest- ONE....

TWO...

THR-KICKOUT!

Tolwar manages to push Gaga off, Gaga's head slamming into the middle turnbuckle.

Masters "Now that's more like it. Hard shot into the corner."

The rebounding Gaga gets caught in a full nelson by Tolwar.

Daniels: "We could be getting technical here."

Tolwar wrenches on the hold, forcing the wind out of La Diva

Masters: "It's locked in tight.. Can La Diva Gaga find a way out?"

Gaga stops struggling and starts to rub his ass on Tolwar's crotch. Chris quickly releases, backing off into the corner.

Daniels: "Yet another unusual move from Gaga. Never seen that escape before."

Masters: "Think anyone will add that to their moveset?"

Daniels: "I doubt it."

Gaga loops round, arms raised to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He turns and then cartwheels, backsprings and leaps for a back-elbow into the corner. Tolwar manages to slide between the ropes, causing Gaga to collide with the pads. Gaga seems to be out on his feet as Tolwar charges at him and drops him with a clothesline backbreaker.

Daniels: "The elbow misses, and Tolwar follows it with Breakfast Club Breaker."

Tolwar climbs to the top. He loses his balance and falls off the top rope and tries to hit a flying headbutt but comes up short.

Masters: "Crash and burn."

Gaga grabs Tolwar and signals for a piledriver.

Daniels: "Something tells me Tolwar isn't going to like this."

Gaga lefts Tolwar to his feet and places his head in the tights.

Masters: "Diva Driver perhaps?"

Gaga tries to lift Tolwar but he blocks it. Gaga tries to lift Tolwar again only to be lifted onto the shoulders of Tolwar who drives Gaga's head onto the mat.

Daniels: "Jackin' it in San Diego."

Masters: "Isn't that an easy way of being put on the sex offender list?"

Daniels: "Yes but it also is Chris Tolwar's variation of the Beach Break back-to-belly piledriver.

Tolwar hooks the near leg.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

Masters: "He he did it."

Daniels: "Tolwar has won two matches thus far. He might have done what he needed to do to prove to Mike King that he is worthy.

Tolwar gets off of Gaga and the referee raises his arm.

Towers: "Your winner, Chris Tolwar."

The crowd cheers as Tolwar asks for the microphone again.

Tolwar: "Mike King, did that do it?" Tolwar looks athe the entrance way again.

Masters: "It was impressive but I am not sure if has done it."

No one appears through the curtain.

Tolwar: "OK then let's continue this guantlet. Bring out the next son of a bitch, I have to kill to get some respect around here."

Tolwar hands back the microphone to Towers as "Scorpion Deathlock" plays through the arena.

Towers: "His opponent..."

A man in a bowler hat and a tuxedo with a cane walks through the enterance way with a microphone in hand.

Man: "Ms. Towers, I can introduce myself."

The fans boo.

Man: "My name is Mr. Sugamoto and I come from the great country of Japan."

The crowd boos Mr. Sugamoto.

Mr. Sugamoto: "Chris Tolwar, I not here to challenge you."

Tolwar is mad.

Tolwar: "Godamn it, what do you want to do then?"

Mr. Sugamoto shakes his head.

Mr. Sugamoto: "Chis Tolwar, I have message to send you."

Two men in leather vests and helmets attack Tolwar.

Mr. Sugamoto: "On behalf of my clients Lance "The Axe" Anderson and "The Smasher" Nick Stevens, I would like to introduce you to Demolition Crew."

Anderson and Stevens nail Tolwar with a series of axhandle blows taking Tolwar to his knees as the song ends.

Daniels: "What the hell is this?"

Masters: "Didn't you hear Mr. Sugamoto, this is Lance Anderson and Nick Stevens, The Demolition Crew."

Daniels: "I heard that but how is this fair. Tolwar is getting double teamed."

Mr. Sugamoto smiles at the beating his two clients are issuing on Tolwar.

Mr. Sugamoto: "Lance, Nick, reveal you self."

Anderson and Stevens removes their masks showing their face paint.

Masters: "They look evil."

Daniels: "They look like serial killers and Mr. Sugamoto is unleashing them on Chris Tolwar.

Anderson throws the referee out of the ring as Stevens whips Tolwar into the ropes. Tolwar is caught by Anderson who drops him with a Rydeen Bomb.

Masters: "That will hurt a lot in the morning."

Gringo Loco tries to roll back into the ring for the save but Stevens grabs him and drops him with a northern lights bomb.

Daniels: "I wonder what their purpose is here."

Masters: "It looks like they are here to destroy."

Anderson lifts Tolwar into a seated position as Stevens charges at him and drops him with a seated lariat.

Daniels: "OUCH!"

Masters: "That was vicious."

Mr. Sugamoto laughs as Gaga tries to re-enter the ring for the save. Mr. Sugamoto points to Gaga with his cane.

Mr. Sugamoto: "Get him."

Anderson grabs Gaga and drops him with a cutter. Gaga rolls out of the ring holding his neck. Daniels: "Vicious Gem Cutter by Anderson."

Masters: "They are destroying everyone in their path."

Mr. Sugamoto laughs and points to Tolwar with his cane.

Mr. Sugamoto: "Don't stop, finish him."

Anderson turns Tolwar over and then lifts him up in a side wheelbarrow hold as Stevens grabs him by the neck and they drop Tolwar with a tandem neckbreaker.

Daniels: "What was that?"

Masters: "I think that is called the Carnage-Plex."

Daniels: "I cannot remember even seeing that move ever in my wrestling career."

Mr. Sugamoto smiles before pointing to the turnbuckle.

Mr. Sugamoto: "Decapitator!"

Anderson grabs Tolwar and drags him to the turnbuckle. Stevens climbs the second rope and sits on the top turnbuckle.

Masters: "I don't like this."

Daniels: "This does not look good for Chris Tolwar."

Anderson lifts Tolwar into a backbreaker hold and Stevens drops an elbow onto the throat of Tolwar.

Masters: "Decapitator, that move takes me back."

Tolwar rolls off of the knee of Anderson and lays on the mat in a heap. The crowd is booing Anderson and Stevens.

Daniels: "Look at Tolwar, he may have a throat injury."

Gringo Loco and Gaga are showing signs of life again.

Masters: "It looks serious. But here come Gringo Loco and Gaga again."

Anderson grabs Gringo while Stevens has Gaga.

Daniels: "I don't like this."

Mr. Sugamoto is smiling.

Mr. Sugamoto: "Finish them.

Anderson lifts Gringo up in a torture rack and drops him face first on the mat with a facebuster while Stevens drops Gaga neck first with a cutthroat neckbreaker.

Masters: "This is awesome."

Daniels: "I don't know howyou can condone this brutal beatdown."

Masters: "Because these three are ham-n-eggers, that is what they deserve. They get beat down, they get paid. It's the circle of life."

Daniels: "Will you be serious?"

Masters: "I am."

Anderson and Stevens grab their masks and exits the ring as paramedics head to the ring.

Daniels: "Thank God this is over."

Anderson and Stevens bow in front of Mr. Sugamoto.

Mr. Sugamoto: "Ladies and gentlemen, Lance Anderson, Nick Stevens, The Demolition Crew."

The crowd boos.

Mr. Sugamoto: "The Demolition Crew will be the force in the CZW tag team title picture."

Anderson and Stevens nod.

Mr. Sugamoto: "All the other teams here in CZW take notice because we are coming."

The three men leave to a chorus of boos. Masters: "This is a lot of carnage that The Demolition Crew has left in their path."

Daniels: "They have man handled three men who have been involved in matches and a referee."

A few referees walk out to check on Gaga, Tolwar and Gringo Loco.

Masters: "They are trying to send a message to the tag team division."

Daniels: "Isn't there another way?"

Gringo Loco and Gaga are helped out of the ring.

Masters: "No, you know the old saying, the squeeky wheel gets the grease. Right now, they are the greasiest wheel."

Daniels: "That maybe true but I still don't agree with what they did."

Mike King rushes to the ring to check on his protege.

Masters: "The Intercontinental Champion is here and checking on his former protege."

Daniels: "I may not be the biggest supporter of Mike King but he is doin right here. Chris Tolwar did not deserve this."

Several paramedics rush out to tend to Tolwar.

Masters: "It's rare I agree with you but I do Jared I really do."

King kneels in front of his fallen protege and lets the paramedics put Tolwar in a neck brace and onto a bodyboard.

Daniels: "This is not something we ever want to see."

Masters: "I never want to see a wrestler taken out on a stretcher."

Tolwar is lifted onto a stretcher and is wheeled out. King follows the paramedics as they wheel Tolwar to the back as the scene ends.

***

-=CHAMP RISES AGAINST UPRISING!=- "The Clown, The Killer, The Saint" Eddie Rowan w/ Spencer Pierce vs "Bad Ass" Matt Covey w/ Brian Blaze and Christien Belanger

***

Matt Covey is seen in the locker room with Brian Blaze and his newfound ally Christien Belanger.

Blaze: Hey...I don't know if you've all officially met or not...but this is my old friend...

Covey: I don't care.

Belanger: Well...it's definitely nice to meet...

Covey: I don't care.

Blaze: Heh...good ole Bad Ass. Told ya he's quite the character Christien.

Covey: You know...as much fun as this Liberace Convention is...I gotta go take a piss before my match.

Blaze: Alright man. We got your back out there tonight...Uprising needs to take it up a notch and this match is the perfect...

Covey: Don't care!!

Covey is seen leaving the locker room as Brian and Christien keep talkin and joking with one another. After a few moments...Matt's theme can be heard.

Blaze: Oh shit! Come on man...we better hurry.

Brian quickly runs to the door and tries to open it but can't.

Belanger: What the...is it stuck or something?

Blaze: I don't know man. Come on...help me with this door.

Christien runs up and pushes on it too. The camera in the hallway shows Matt walking by the barred door.

Covey: Figured they could use some alone time.

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Jessica has her head between the ropes, talking to the official by the timekeepers table. She nods and then takes her position in the center of the ring.

Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout has a 15 minute time limit and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

'Man of Constant Sorrow' by Devil City Saints blasts through the PA system as a lone figure steps out onto the entrance ramp. The figure stands, motionless until the music picks up, a red strobe light starts flashing rapidly.

Towers: Coming down the aisle, he hails from Wherever he Damn Well pleases and he weighs in at in at 225 pounds. He is THE BAD ASS...MATT COVEY!!!!

Matt gives an unamused glare at the audience, then casually strolls down to the ring, ignoring the negative reception he is receiving. He enters via the steel steps, immediately walks to a turnbuckle and throws up the proverbial one finger salute. He turns around looks up at the entrance ramp and eagerly awaits the arrival of his opponent.

Daniels: Well, if you wanna talk about Matt Covey, you're going to have some hits and misses. On the plus side, he was successful last Overdrive in getting the win in his bout against his brother Jigga and Alan Fiscus...however...at Horrorcore in a tag match against the opponent he'll be facing tonight in Eddie Rowan...he and Blaze came up short. However...

Masters: Yeah, yeah, yeah, so he flubbed a bit. He thought he was gonna be one half of the CZW World Tag Team Champions, but isn't. If that's the worst thing that happens to him this week, he's still far better off than most of the people in this arena tonight.

Daniels: Bad Ass is a slippery snake...but you never wanna count him out. However...Eddie Rowan is on fire...

Masters: Shut up, Jarred.

Towers: And his opponent...

Eddie Rowan comes out from behind the curtain with a cocky grin on his face with Spencer by his side. He points at Matt Covey from the ramp and then draws his hands along his waist, showing his half of the tag title belt. Matt sneers at him while Eddie stares him down with a mocking applause and a condescending smirk. But, Eddie quickly glances around the ring and smiles. He whispers somethig to Pierce who also looks around and nods. They high five one another and Pierce makes his way to the back.

Masters: Did Eddie just send Pierce to the locker room?

Daniels: That's what it looks like William.

Masters: Ooh...big mistake on the Gunslingers' part. Uprising is gonna run a train on Eddie's ass.

Daniels: I don't know...over the two weeks...Matt seemed pretty sincere about just going one on one with Eddie. Hell...I think he made it definite after what we saw before this match. These guys know one another...and apparently there is a slight respect between the two.

Towers: He hails from Seattle Washington and weighs in at 205 pounds. Representing the Gunslinger Saints, he is the Clown...the Killer...and...THE SAINT....EDDIE ROWAN!

Daniels: He may have come up short at Horrorcore...but when it comes to Overdrive that is the Devils Playground for Matt...and I can't forget the fact he has aligned himself with Ryan Shane and his Uprising...which makes him even more dangerous than he already was.

Masters: No doubt about it. Eddie has got skills, but Covey's been on a roll since he was enlightened to Ryan's ways...hell, even before then. Rowan is gonna have to be on his A-game tonight.

Eddie climbs the apron and ducks between the ropes. He takes to his corner of the squared circle and stretches the ropes out, not taking his eye off of his former stable mate across the ring from him.

Daniels: We've got a battle of former allies here tonight...though it may have been many moons ago...but there was a time that you did see Eddie and Matt on the same page.

Masters: Oh yes...how can one ever forget The Whole Damn Show. Matt took the best of the best from every Stable and caused their foundations to rock and shatter. He was uprising before Uprising was cool And with that being said, this one is under way!

DING! DING!

Eddie hops up and down and moves towards the center of the ring waiting on Matt who is a little more tentative. Matt moves out slowly and cautiously approaches Eddie. Covey then smiles as he extends his arm towards Eddie, offering a handshake. Covey looks at the crowd with a nod as Rowan looks down at the goodwill gesture. Eddie shakes his head but offers a fist bump instead...which Matt accepts. The two men lock up.

Matt uses his slight size advantage and muscles his way into locking in a side headlock on Eddie, but Eddie manages to use his smaller to worm free. Covey quickly grabs him by the waist, backpedals the both of them up against the ropes and then pushes Eddie forward to get him running. Rowan bounces off the ropes and charges towards Matt with a shoulder block. Covey is pushed back a step, but is hardly phased. Covey looks rather pleased and slaps his pecs as Eddie runs to the far side of the ropes and collides into Matt's shoulder, once again, to minimal effect. Covey taunts Rowan with a flex of his bicep for a moment, before lowering it and lifting back up violently in a European uppercut. Eddie's head rocks back, but doesn't keep him from delivering a European uppercut of his own. Covey takes the shot, sneering and fires back with another European uppercut, with Rowan immediately firing back with another of his own. Agitated now, Matt shoves Eddie in the chest. Eddie fires back with a backhand across the face to a huge "Ohhhhhh" from the crowd. Matt holds his head still to the left where the slap had been completed and gives a faint smirk.

Daniels: Uh-oh...

Masters: Yeah, one could say that Eddie just dropped Covey's punk card.

Matt breaks from his frozen position and lunges at Rowan with a running European uppercut that sends Eddie to the canvas. Rowan gets up as Covey breaks towards the ropes, rebounds and delivers a lariat that floors Eddie. Rowan once again gets up and Covey catches him in an arm drag. Matt, quick to his feet, plants a couple of boots to the face and chest of Rowan, before simply kicking him in the ribs. He looks down at his former ally and starts yelling at him before squatting down and dragging him up from under the jaw. He pulls him into a front face lock, hooks the tights and pulls back with great force, delivering a snap suplex. Matt floats over with the cover. The ref counts.

One...

Tw....No!

Daniels: Not quite a two count there, William.

Masters: No, but a nice series of moves and he knows it.

Matt pulls off of Eddie and hooks him under the arm to get him up to his feet. He grabs Rowan by the wrist, pushes him against the ropes and Irish whips him to the far side. Matt pulls a flashy spin move and comes forth with the lariat, but Eddie ducks it. He rebounds and takes to the air, unleashing a hard striking flying clothesline of his own as Covey hits the mat. Matt gets to his feet and is met with a standing dropkick which is immediately followed with a standing knee drop to the skull. Covey bolts to a seated position in obvious pain and Rowan takes advantage with a side headlock. He wrenches it in tight and brings Matt to his feet from the position. Eddie runs forward with Covey in tow, leaps, and lands driving Covey's face into the mat with a solid bulldog. Rowan turns Matt on his back and runs his forearm along his face for the cover.

One...

Two...

No!

Daniels: Close count for Rowan! You know, say what you will character wise, but these are two of the greatest superstars in the CZW today.

Masters: They're good...

Matt slams his back against the turnbuckle hard as Rowan sprints towards the corner. He leaps up and lands his boots in Covey's midsection. Eddie grabs the back of Matt's head and pulls back towards the mat, they both fall and Rowan pushes Covey's body high up into the air with a large arc monkey flip. Matt lands with a thud, lurches in pain and grabs for his back. Eddie, quick to his feet, scoops Matt up and puts further pressure on as he delivers a backbreaker across his knee. He pushes Covey to the mat and makes the cover!

One...

Two...

NO!

Eddie showing a little frustration here, picks Matt up and grabs him by the arm. He yanks with all of his strength and sends him soaring to the ropes. Eddie moves to the side and crouches down, looking like he's setting up for his single knee face breaker. However, Matt comes back with a frenzied speed and leaps, connecting big time with a high knee. The blow sends Rowan stumbling back, but not off of his feet. Covey kicks Eddie in the gut and grabs him around the neck, swinging into a fully extended neckbreaker.

Rowan lands hard and grabs the back of his head as Matt gets up behind him and pulls him up by the hair. He reaches in front of Eddie's body and grabs his arm pulling it up high. Covey hooks his free arm under it, cinching in a Cobra Clutch and starts pulling Eddie from side to side with great force. Matt's eyes go wide as he continues squeezing and shaking him back and forth, while Eddie has the wherewithal to try and reach the ropes. Step by step he goes, with Covey fighting him every inch of the way. Just as Rowan is about to make contact with the cable, Matt releases the hold and pushes him forward while holding his wrist. Eddie stumbles out and then comes shooting back as Covey pulls him into a massive short-arm lariat!

Masters: God damn, he can hit that lariat from anywhere and it's still devastating!

Daniels: It's definitely one of his bread and butter moves and it looks like he wants to hit the highest impact version of it! He's pointing to the corner!

Masters: That's all he'd need, Jarred.

Matt scales the ropes and positions himself on the second rope. He waves his arms at a stirring Eddie, anxious for him to get up. Rowan finally gets to his feet as Covey leaps from his perch with his arm cocked all the way back...

...right into a dropkick from the Saint! Matt smacks his head against the canvas hard and is laid out flat. Rowan picks himself up off the mat and assesses the situation. He looks back and forth and wills himself to his feet, anxiously running for the corner himself and starts to climb the turnbuckles! He steadies himself as he measures the distance between himself and Matt. Eddie stands up straight and extends his arms outward and leaps into a swandive.

Masters: We're about to see the end of this, Jarred!

Daniels: Oh no we're not! Matt at the last second moves! Rowan crashed and burned there in a huge way and both men are sucking air here!

Both men's chests heave as they lay flat on their back. They both do their best to get their wits together and it looks like Covey is a little quicker to recovery. They both get up on wobbly legs but it's Matt whose on top of the situation. He ducks around Rowan and punches him square in the back, causing Eddie's spine to arch. He locks him in an inverted face lock and grabs the tights. With all the strength he can muster, he hoists him up for....

Masters: Blowing Out Your Brains!!! Yes! Yes!

Daniels: NO!!! Eddie Rowan wriggles free from the brain buster, landing on his feet directly behind Matt!

Eddie cinches in a waistlock on the surprised Covey and launches him over his head for a German suplex. Rowan holds onto the waist lock and turns Covey over and brings him to his feet again. Eddie lurches backward and sends Matt crashing down on the back of his head for a second German. Rowan rolls him over to his feet again. Matt's mouth is agape and he's breathing hard as Eddie launches him overhead into a release German suplex. Covey crashes down to the canvas finding himself on dream street! Eddie poises himself by the ropes behind Matt waiting for him to stand.

Daniels: It looks like it's Endgame time, Masters!!

Masters: I don't see the Bad Ass recovering from those massive suplexes. Eddie has him where he wants him.

Matt uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet stumbling backwards as Eddie charges from behind. He goes to jump...

Daniels: OH NO!!

Masters: YES!! Turns just in time!

Matt catches Eddie in a mdified bear hug as Eddie's eyes are wide in surprise. Matt uses his power and gets Eddie in the Powerbomb position...

Masters: It's over!!

Eddie finds himself on the recieving end of the finishing piledriver. The ref quickly in position.

One

Two

THREE!!!

Daniels: One hell of a fight...but hardly anyone ever can recover after 'Blowin it out Their Ass.' Eddie gave it his all as promised...but Matt was just ready for it this time.

Matt stands over the fallen Eddie and nods to him as the crowd gives a mix of jeers and applause. Rowan slowly sits up and grabs the back of his head as Matt steps away from him.

The ref tries to raise Matt's hand, but he pulls it away sharply and simply rolls out of the ring. He clutches at his neckand slowly makes his way up the ramp.

Daniels: This was a great win by Matt tonight. But Eddie could have had it at any time as well. These two guys just proved to the world what real wrestling is all about.

Masters: And this is a great win by the Uprising as well. You can't help but wonder if this won't help with the ongoing war.

Daniels: Well...the shows not over yet...we got plenty more to go tonight after we take this quick break.

***

-=TECHNICOLOUR VIOLENCE!=-
Mason Kaid w/ Ryan Shane vs "The Technicolour Tecnico" El Pablo w/ Cristal

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DANIELS: "And now it's time for a match up I've personally been waiting for all night! The newcomer, Mason Kaid, taking on CZW mainstay El Pablo!"

MASTERS: "What a match up it's going to be, oh yes."

DANIELS: "Let's go to Jessica for the introductions."

TOWERS: "This next bout is scheduled for one fall and has a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first..."

"Bartholomew" by The Silent Comedy begins to play, and most of the crowd jeers

TOWERS: "Hailing from Akron, Ohio and weighing in at 220 pounds... being led to the ring by Ryan Shane... MASON KAID!"

Kaid nonchalantly walks out onto the ramp, dragging the TV title on the ground with his right hand. He is shirtless and wearing an gray jacket, and has a lit cigarette in his mouth. Ryan Shane is behind him, wearing a ball cap and shades. Kaid's hair hangs in his eyes, as he casually walks to the ring, ignoring the fans completely. Shane follows a few steps behind. Before he enters the ring, he offers Shane a cigarette from his pack which Shane quickly declines. He then slides in, puts the cigarette out ON the title, and throws the title in a corner. Shane smirks as he stays ringside.

DANIELS: "How disgraceful for him to be treating a prestigious CZW sanctioned championship that way!"

MASTERS: "I have to agree, but I'm afraid, Kaid wouldn't give a damn what either of us thought."

TOWERS: "And his opponent..."

"Party Hard" by Andrew WK blares to a huge pop

TOWERS: "Hailing from The Ikebukuro District of Tijuana, England and weighing in at 195 pounds... being led to the ring by Cristal... 'The Five Star Superstar' EL PABLO!"

EP bursts onto the ramp with explosives going off, and the crowd is hot. He is wearing a black and white themed wrestling outfit, and Cristal is doing the same. They both high five fans as they walk to the ring, with Cristal going the opposite way of where Ryan is. EP hops into the ring, and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, showing off for the crowd.

DANIELS: "El Pablo looking like he's ready to bounce back from that loss at Horrorcore, and -- OH! Before Pablo got down from the turnbuckle, Kaid has attacked him from behind!"

DING DING DING

MASTERS: "Can't blame Kaid for taking advantage of a situation, as he is barraging El Pablo with rights and lefts. He pulls EP over to the middle of the ring, and punches him some more. He throws him to the ropes..."

DANIELS: "And the crowd erupts as El Pablo rebounds back, knocking Mason back with a fiery flying forearm! It's El Pablo's turn to deliver some punches, and pushes Kaid back into the ropes... the irish whip... leaping leg lariat!"

MASTERS: "Kaid isn't going to let this momentum climb, however, as he rolls out onto the floor, holding his head."

DANIELS: "El Pablo is begging for him to come back into the ring. Kaid is starting to have some words with some fans at ringside... Oh no, El Pablo smells an opportunity..."

MASTERS: "El Pablo runs..."

* CRASH *

MASTERS: "Bloody Hell! Suicide Dive nailed perfectly! Both men crash into the guardrail, with Kaid taking the brute of the collision!"

DANIELS: "What an impact! Both men are laying down momentarily, and obviously. El Pablo is first up, however. With the crowd in a frenzy, he picks Kaid up and irish whips him into the ring post!"

* THUD *

DANIELS: "NO! Kaid reverses it! Both men are now dazed a little, with Kaid shaking the cobwebs loose and hobbling over to EP, picking him up. He slides him into the ring. The first cover of the bout!"

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KICK OUT!

DANIELS: "Kaid makes sure the ref only counted two, and then begins choking El Pablo blantantly! The ref counts to four before he releases the hold, and picks the Five Star stud up."

MASTERS: "Stud, huh?"

DANIELS: "... Kaid knees El Pablo hard in the gut, doubling him over. Shane is cheerleading him on from ringside, while Cristal is worried."

MASTERS: "NEVER call Shane a cheerleader, Daniels. He'll come over here and knock us both out."

DANIELS: "Kaid lifts El Pablo up... and slams him down with a Northern Lights bomb! Great move!"

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DANIELS: "Kaid showing a bit of frustration with the ref, picks El Pablo back up and whips him hard into the nearest corner. Kaid runs in after him... but El Pablo twists! Kaid goes chest first into the turnbuckle, and El Pablo kicks him in the face through the ropes!"

MASTERS: "You can never take away the skill and technique from El Pablo."

DANIELS: "Kaid stumbles back and EP makes his to the top turnbuckle! He LEAPS! Bloody Hell! He nails Kaid with a hurricanrana!"

MASTERS: "Quit stealing my lines, Daniels!"

DANIELS: "EP is back quickly on Kaid, lifting him up. He gets behind him... Lungblower! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Kaid kicks out!"

DANIELS: "Shane is beside himself on the outside, as Cristal is getting the crowd into it!"

MASTERS: "El Pablo grabs Kaid... He's going for... he's got it locked in! The Koji clutch!"

DANIELS: "He's pulling back and Kaid is showing the most emotion on his face I've seen yet! The ref is there, but Kaid is saying no, shaking his head... He's reaching, pulling as hard as he can..."

MASTERS: "Ha!"

DANIELS: "You old pervert. Kaid has the bottom rope! Powers counts to four before EP lets go. EP is back up and lifts Kaid up. He throws him to the ropes... but Kaid hangs on! EP comes running towards him... Kaid ducks at the last moment, and EP splatters out onto the floor and right by Shane!"

MASTERS: "Bloody Hell!"

DANIELS: "I was about to say that."

MASTERS: "Ahhh... bloody hell!"

DANIELS: "Kaid is slumped down on the mat, and Shane is looming near the slumped down EP down on the floor... this doesn't look good!"

MASTERS: "Well, Cristal is running over there... getting between EP and Shane. You know Shane will have no problem putting her in her place!"

DANIELS: "I'm afraid you're right... but Kaid is slowly back up... he crawls out and grabs EP, ending any Shane or Cristal physicality for now. Kaid drags EP over to the guardrail and slams his head down on it!"

* CLANK *

MASTERS: "That had to hurt! Kaid is a vicious man, Daniels, and I think he'll stop at no lengths to cause pain to his opponents."

DANIELS: "I assurely agree. Kaid grabs EP and slides him into the ring. He slides in after him, and delivers a few boots to the fallen El Pablo. He picks him up... and throws him to the ropes! El Pablo rebounds... right into an abdominal stretch!"

MASTERS: "This move doesn't get the credit it deserves, it is a powerfully painful maneuvar, believe me. And Kaid is grinding his free elbow into EP's side, making it even more excruciating."

DANIELS: "Powers is asking, but El Pablo refuses to give up. If anyone asked who had the most heart in the CZW, I would say El Pablo immediately."

MASTERS: "You'd better say William Masters, bub."

DANIELS: "Oh, right. Kaid is keeping the move on tight, wrenching back... but EP still refuses to submit. Kaid suddenly lets him go, and nails him with a twisting short-arm lariat! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Kaid pounding on the mat in frustration. He's getting up in Powers' face about the count, and I can't say I blame him. Powers needs to count faster!"

DANIELS: "That was a perfectly timed count, William. Kaid needs to worry about EP more than Powers, though. Kaid picks up EP, and nails him hard with a series of chops, sending him to a corner!"

* THWACK! - WOOOO *

* THWACK! - WOOOO *

* THWACK! - WOOOO *

MASTERS: "Kaid has the masked freak right where he wants him!"

DANIELS: "Kaid begins setting the dazed EP up on the top turnbuckle, slowly, however. He begins to join him... but EP is fighting back, slapping him! They exchange a few blows... Kaid gets the control, and climbs all the way up... looks like a superplex attempt... EP fights back again... EP has control!"

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MASTERS: "El Pablo with a top rope Facebuster to Mason Kaid! Now both men lay on the mat in pain! Damn, what a move!"

CZW Crowd: "CZW! CZW!"

DANIELS: "This Secaucus crowd is appreciating these men's efforts. Both men begin stirring again... Cristal is cheering on her man, and Shane is... well, he's standing fairly still and subdued.. as he has this whole match, to be honest."

MASTERS: "He's a quiet mentor, Daniels. Taking mental notes and making plans. He's a business man, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "Okay. Both men are up... Kaid goes for a punch... blocked! Another... blocked! EP nails Kaid with a short series of punches to the gut... runs to the ropes... dropkick to the knees!"

MASTERS: "Kaid falls to his knees, and EP immediately runs.. well, hobbles to the ropes... and still, he nails a perfect handspring... and a HUGE enziguri to Kaid's temple!"

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DANIELS: "The cover!"

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MASTERS: "What guts this kid has, you would have been out like a light, Daniels!"

DANIELS: "The crowd is firmly behind El Pablo now, as he is the first back up... he picks up Kaid... and bodyslams him right back down to the mat. He's signaling for it! He runs to the ropes... Rolling Thunder!"

CZW Crowd: "EP! EP! EP! EP!"

MASTERS: "These people are getting out of hand!"

DANIELS: "And El Pablo is feeding right off of it, William! He is back up, and picks Kaid up... a few hard kicks to the midsection... he lifts him up... Northern Lights suplex!"

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MASTERS: "What guts! I like this kid more and more every time I see him."

DANIELS: "I bet. EP is back up, revved up by the crowd's electricity. He picks Kaid up once again... Kaid is out on his feet... EP pauses for a second, and then runs to the ropes... the rebound... he jumps up... he's going for a hurrican--NO! Kaid has caught him!"

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MASTERS: "Power bomb!"

Suddenly, "Right Above It" by Lil Wayne ft. Drake begins to blare over the PA surprising the crowd, Cristal, Ryan Shane, and most importantly, Mason Kaid.

MASTERS: "What is this fool doing here!?"

DANIELS: "Kaid has his belt!"

Jigga C has a mic.

JIGGA: "KAID! HEY... MASON KAID! I see you've got something of mine, PUNK!"

Kaid is dazed, but staring up at Jigga, making sure he doesn't come down to get the Television title

JIGGA: "But, see... I'm not stupid. If I go down there, I'd have to kick your boss' ass. But let me warn you right now, Kaid... I -WILL- be taking back what's rightfully mine, and -SOON-. In fact... how about... you... and me... at CZW's next PPV? And I don't mean just any match... I don't know what yet... but this one has to involve FIRE some how! You like fire, right? You piece of trash!"

Jigga begins to smile, as Kaid turns around...

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DANIELS: "EL PABLO HITS MASON KAID WITH THE TASTE THE RAINBOW! THAT FRANKENSTEINER FACEBUSTER!"

MASTERS: "This isn't fair! Kaid was distracted!"

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TOWERS: "Your winner... EL PABLO!"

EP and Cristal celebrate in the ring, as Jigga C goes back to the back. Shane is pissed off, looking up at where Jigga was, not concerned about Mason Kaid, who is motionless on the mat for moments until he comes to.

DANIELS: "What a hellacious battle that was!"

MASTERS: "Most indeed, but Kaid got robbed!"

DANIELS: "That might be a matter of opinion, William. Regardless, I do believe Jigga C vs Mason Kaid at our year ending extraganza is the smart thing to do. I'm looking forward to it... you're looking forward to it... the fans are looking forward to it... and it's going to be HOT!"

MASTERS: "Most literally! You know what else I'm looking forward to?"

DANIELS: "What's that, Masters?"

MASTERS: "The main event, you bloody wanker!"

DANIELS: "Oh right!"

THE FEED CUTS TO DEREK DAMAGE'S OFFICE IN THE BACK *** Derek Damage is at his desk in his makeshift office in the Meadowlands Expo Center. He is wearing, as always, a suit and tie. Suddenly, a knock is at the door. ***

DAMAGE: "Come in!"

*** In walks the CZW Intercontinental champion, Mike King. He wears the belt over his shoulder. ***

DAMAGE: "Ah, Mike King! Come in, champ, come in."

KING: "You wanted to see me."

DAMAGE: "Yes, yes I did. I wanted to talk to you about that title on your shoulder. First, I wanted to congratulate you on quite the showing you gave at Horrorcore. You proved you're one of the best wrestlers in the world."

KING: "Everyone already knew I was one of the best wrestlers in the world."

DAMAGE, smirking: "Ah, yes... yes, indeed. Well, I asked for your presence because I wanted you to be the first to know about your next opponent who will be challenging you for that title."

KING: "Alright. I'm ready, no matter what name or names you tell me."

DAMAGE: "I know you are, Michael, I know you are. And I think you'll find this match up quite interesting. There's history. This man impressed everybody at Horrorcore, just like you did. And he's never challenged for the Intercontinental championship."

KING, not impressed: "Great. Who is it."

DAMAGE: "Well..."

Just then, King notices a movement from behind him. He quickly turns, and someone steps forward to him. King is not intimidated, yet, intrigued.

DAMAGE: "This man, King, is who you will be facing at the next pay-per-view in December."

KING: "Great. Alan Fiscus."

Fiscus smirks a little, nodding to King. His arms are crossed, but he releases them... and offers King a handshake. King looks at Alan suspiciously, squinting his eyes. He looks down at the hand, and then up again at Alan. Alan shrugs to offer that there's no trouble. King slowly shakes Alan's hand, as neither men look away from each other's eyes.

DAMAGE: "That's right, great! What a match that will be. Alan Fiscus challenging Mike King for the CZW Intercontinental title. It's going to be a classic."

Each man let go of the handshake, and Alan nods. He leaves the room, as the feed cuts back to Daniels and Masters

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DANIELS: "Holy cow, Fiscus vs King for the Intercontinental title? Awesome match."

MASTERS: "Oh, bloody hell INDEED! They have history, but it's been quite a long time since they've faced each other one on one. Both men are changed beasts, machines of the industry, wanting to be the main man in their field. It's going to be a bloody good show."

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-=MAIN EVENT!=-
F'N KINGLY SOLUTIONS!
"The F'N King" T.J. Hix w/ Kandi Washington vs "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus

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*DING-DING!*

Daniels: "Main event time! Alan wastes no time getting in Hix's face and the champ takes exception, shoving Alan back who responds with a big fist to the face of Hix! The crowd is already backing Fiscus as he assaults the champ, pummeling him back to the ropes! Hix bails out of the ring!"

Masters: "Fiscus is a mad dog, Daniels! You and I both know this and as much as it pains me to say it, Mr. Hix has his work cut out for him tonight!"

Alan immediately heads out after the champion, grabbing him by the hair and slamming him face-first into the apron before tossing him into the barrier with an Irish whip! Alan approaches, but Kandi Washington gets between them, swearing and trash-talking Fiscus.

Daniels: "Oh, dear, this is probably not going to end well!"

Masters: "She's just sticking up for her King, but...yeah, it's probably not the wisest course of action!"

Alan stares at Kandi and then raises his hand as if to backhand her! She instantly jumps back and Alan laughs at her, but then catches a lariat from Hix!

Daniels: "The champ taking advantage of the distraction there! Hix now pulling Alan up and driving him head first into the ring steps! The complexion of this match has changed in a hurry! TJ rolls Alan into the ring, follwing him in, easily beating the 10 count. Hix now stomping away at Fiscus, keeping Alan grounded despite his attempts to get back to his feet!"

Masters: "Sound strategy to keep the pressure on. Alan is extremely deadly when he's got momentum and Hix knows this."

Fiscus rolls towards the corner and begins to pull himself up, but Hix continues to attack, driving forearm shots to the back. As Alan pulls himself upright, Hix grabs him and whips him to the far corner, charging in and connecting with a BIG spear in the corner! Alan slumps over a bit, the wind knocked from his lungs temporarily, and TJ pulls Alan out of the the corner, shouldering him and dropping back with a quick Samoan drop! TJ makes the cover!

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Daniels: "Fiscus easily kicks out at two, but you have to wonder how much both of these guys are still feeling the effects of their brutal matches at Horrocore! You don't just bounce back from trauma like that!"

Hix gets up and drops a series of elbows onto Alan, continuing to keep him grounded before he locks in a grounded side headlock, wrenching back with all his strength! Alan growls in protest, shooing away the ref as he asks Alan if he wants to quit. Slowly, Fiscus works his way to his feet, Hix straining to keep the pressure on. Out of nowhere, Alan hefts his opponent up and sends him CRASHING to the mat with a belly to back suplex, breaking the hold!

Daniels: "The fans here cheering loudly after that move to break the headlock! Fiscus slowly getting back to his feet, as is Hix! TJ throws a big right, but Alan hooks the arm, ducking behind him...full nelson...RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!! Bah gawd, TJ rolled right onto his head with that move! Fiscus quickly goes for the cover!

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Masters: "Whew!"

Daniels: "More than a few people are suprised that the match didn't end right then and there! A brutal maneuver from Fiscus, but the champ endures! Alan now pulling TJ to his feet, whipping him into the ropes! Alan leaps up and past TJ as he runs past, catching him by the head and SNAPPING him back to the mat with a big neckbreaker!! Fiscus now feeling the momentum!"

Alan hits the ropes, looking for a running strike of some kind, but Kandi grabs his ankle, stalling him! Fiscus turns and kicks fiercely at her, and she JUST barely avoids the attack! The referee moves to the apron and admonishes Kandi for her suspected involvement, but she pleads innocence. Meanwhile, Alan turns back to TJ, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up from the mat...and the champ nails him with a BLATANT low blow!!

Masters: "And now Alan's a soprano!"

Daniels: "And the referee was too distracted to catch that! He turns around now just in time for Hix to grab Alan and SPIKE him with a big DDT!! Hix rolls over and makes the cover!!"

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Hix sits up after the kick out, shaking his head in frustration. He gets to his feet and pulls Alan back up, setting him up for a piledriver...

*SPIKE!!*

Daniels: "That move is BANNED in some organizations for the danger involved, and Hix just drove Fiscus head first to the mat with such velocity that Alan bounced off his head!! There's no way he's 100% after the Riot Match, and that move right there could've just done some SERIOUS damage!"

Hix rolls onto Alan and hooks the leg!

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The fans go wild, but Hix just gets furious, standing up and daring Alan to get to his feet, a look of rage on his face. Slowly, Alan stands, the fans cheering to will him back into the fight. As Fiscus gets up, Hix gut-wrenches him, lifting him up over his shoulder!

Masters: "SEEK NEW EMPLOYMENT!!"

Daniels: "Alan drops down behind Hix! TJ turns...RIOT ACT!! FISCUS WITH THE RIOT ACT!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!"

The fans roar until the reach a fever pitch and slowly, Hix and Fiscus begin to stir, with Hix getting to his feet first. TJ leaps at Alan with a double axe-handle smash, but Alan rolls out of the way.

Daniels: "The champ eats canvas on that one as Alan springs to his feet with a surge of adrenaline, leaping up...CURBSTOMP YOUR ENTHUSIASM!! HIX IS LIFELESS!! FISCUS WITH THE PIN!!"

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Masters: "That's why he's the champion, Daniels!"

Daniels: "Hix is resilient, no doubt about it! Fiscus now lifting TJ up, setting him up for a vertical suplex perhaps?"

Alan hoists Hix up for the suplex, stalling briefly before DRIVING him down to the mat into a sitout powerbomb!!"

Daniels: "RIOT-PLEX!! FISCUS HITS IT!! PIN AGAIN!!"

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Daniels: "WOW!!"

Masters: "Even the referee looks surprised! I'm not surprised at all, Daniels, because this is 'the F'N KING!!" Daniels: "Alan now heading to the turnbuckle, perhaps looking to go airborn! Kandi Washington is over by the corner, making a bit of a distraction of herself, but she keeps her distance despite Alan's invitation to get within swinging distance! OH! The distraction costs him anyway, though! TJ Hix recovered enough to shove the referee against the ropes, causing Alan to become unbalanced, falling into the ring!!"

Alan lands on his shoulder a bit, rolling slowly to his feet just in time to EAT a charging high-powered dropkick from Hix!!

Daniels: "MAGNUM KICK!! He NEARLY DECAPITATED HIM WITH THAT ONE!! HIX STEALS ANOTHER ONE!!"

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The fans explode as Fiscus remains in the match. Hix pulls Alan up to his feet, but Alan surprises him with an inside cradle!!

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Daniels: "Kandi Washington becoming involved again, reaching in and pulling Hix into the ropes! The pin is broken but the referee seems to have had enough of Kandi's shenanigans. HE'S BOOTING HER OUT OF THE RINGSIDE AREA!!"

Masters: "THAT'S shenanigans, Daniels! She has every right to be out here!"

Daniels: "Kandi protests but the referee is not backing down on his decision, and Hix's valet is forced from ringside! In the ring, Fiscus and Hix have regained their feet, throwing fists!"

Alan connects with a big right hand!

Crowd: "YEAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"

Hix retaliates with a right of his own!

Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Alan lays into Hix with another right!

Crowd: "YEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

Hix fires back with another punch yet again!

Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Alan connects with a right, then another, then a knife-edge chop followed by a stiff kick to the gut! Fiscus is on fire as he backs TJ to the ropes!

Daniels: "Alan has TJ reeling! Irish whip from Fiscus, no Hix reverses! He holds on and goes for the short-arm clothesline, but Alan ducks! He hits the ropes as TJ turns...OH! FISCUS AND HIX COLLIDE!!"

Masters: "I think they just cracked skulls there, Daniels! That looked bloody disgusting!"

Hix falls to the mat and Alan slumps down across the middle rope, both men dazed from the collision! The ref checks on Alan first, noticing that he's trying to stand, then turns to Hix to check on him. Suddenly, someone rolls out from under the ring!!

Masters: "BLOODY HELL!!"

Daniels: "CRYPT!!"

CRYPT rolls out from beneath the apron just below where Alan is draped over the rope. Clutching the hockey mask in hand, CRYPT BLASTS Fiscus right in the face with such force that he spins in a complete circle on the follow-through. CRYPT smirks callously at the crowd, setting the mask on the apron and disappearing beneath the ring before the referee turns back his way!

Daniels: "That man is playing with a time bomb!"

Masters: "The best part is that not one person in the ring knows what just happened...probably not even Fiscus himself!!"

TJ has slowly staggered to his feet, holding his head. Fiscus drunkely and stubbornly refuses to stay down as well, fighting to his feet, the gash over his head that he recieved at Horrorcore having been reopened by that last shot! Fiscus and Hix stagger, then back into each other! Instintively they turn and Alan throws a big haymaker!! Hix ducks under, hooks Alan and lifts him, planting him with his lifting reverse STO!!

Daniels: "DOWNWARD SPIRAL!! HE HITS IT!! HIX WITH THE COVER!!"

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen,the winner of the match...TJ...HIX!!"

Hix slowly rises, raising his fist in victory, a harsh glare on his face as he looks down on the crowd! Alan slowly stirs, looking to the side and finding the hockey mask adorned with his own blood. Though dazed, he grabs the mask with visibly growing rage.

Daniels: “What a match! Though a match with a tainted ending to be sure!”

Masters: “Perhaps Fiscus shouldn’t have run his mouth, Daniels! It would seem things are beginning to get personal!”

TJ grabs his belt and, after casting Alan another look of disdain, storms backstage to reunite with his valet. The referee attempts to tend to Alan who shoves him back on his ass before slowly rolling out of the ring, tearing up the apron skirt. Finding nobody hidden underneath, he angrily heads to the back as well, his face a mask of blood and rage.

Daniels: “Stay tuned, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll be right back with a major announcement from the OWNER of CZW, Derek Damage!”

***

Ryan Lewis is chasing after Mike King.

Lewis: "Mike."

King does not seem to hear him and continues walking.

Lewis: "Mike."

King stops and turns around and looks sad.

Lewis: "Mike, first off have you heard anything about Chris Tolwar's condition?

King shakes his head "no".

King: "All I know is he has a possible neck injury. I am not sure on severity or anything, just that Chris was complaining about his neck."

Lewis shows his compassion.

Lewis: "I am sorry about that. By any chance do you know the attackers?" King does not answer.

Lewis: "Mike

King shakes his head "no" again.

Lewis: "Well since they took out three of your proteges do you think it has anything to do with you?"

King looks at Lewis.

King: "Ryan, I do not know either man nor do I know their manager even with my experience in Japan. And I think it is just coincidental that all three men that were attacked were my proteges." Lewis nods.

Lewis: "I see what you mean, it was most likely a conincidence. My mistake Mike."

Lewis walks away leaving King on his own.

Daniels: "I don't blame Mike for being the way he is."

Masters: "And if King does know who The Demolition Crew are, who does?"

Daniels: "You got me William."

***

There’s a low murmur among the fans in the Meadowlands Expo Center, this already extravagant and chaotic edition of Overdrive leaving them on the edge of their seats, but the promise of a special announcement keeping them glued down in place. Whispers pass between people about what the announcement could be about, ranging from new signings to new deals and everything in between. The whispers erupt into unruly applause as “Doormats” by E. Town Concrete blasts on over the speakers! A couples seconds pass, and the curtains part as the man behind it all, CZW Owner Derek Damage steps through. He seems taken back by the ridiculously loud ovation he receives, and plays off as if he’s having a heart attack before belting out a loud “WOO!” and making his way down the aisle. He slaps a few hands with the fans, then makes his way up the steps and into the ring. Damage looks around, surveying the fans chanting that “C-Z-DUB!” mantra that we all know and love. He claps a couple times, thanking the fans off mic, then signals for his music to end. As it does, he takes up the microphone.

Damage: “WOOO! That’s what I like to hear! That energy you all just showed is the only reason I still do this, I swear.”

The fans respond with even wilder noise and applause, only giving Damage a bigger hitch in his step. He grins from ear to ear. He points to the crowd.

Damage: “And it’s THAT energy right there that made me get every scrap of money that I could together and bring this company back. It’s THAT energy that brought this company from the grit and dirt and back up and onto the world stage! It’s that energy and devotion that allows me to stand in this ring and let you all know some really fantastic news.”

The fans give a confused but intrigued response, waiting on baited breath.

Damage: “To show the fans just how powerful their influence is, we’ve devised a show unlike anything you’ve ever seen before! Matches you could only dream of! A venue where some can only imagine about performing in, and it is because of you, and because of our friends that we’ve made in other promotions, we’re bringing the sensation to the world! Yes, our friends at Neo Japan Alliance Wrestling have seen the drive we have, and have pitched in to bring us the CZW Japan Tour 2012! We’ll be visiting the fans all over the land of the rising sun and having the best we have to offer face off with the elite from NJAW, and it all ends with the grandest show in the sport of professional wrestling today, a moment that will reach for new heights that we’ve never thought we’d reach again. It ends with Event Horizon, live on iPPV, and live from the Tokyo Dome!”

The roof blows off of the building as the fans jump to their feet! Damage motions for the fans to get louder and they do as requested! The thunderous “C-Z-Dub!” chant grows even deeper and faster. Damage nods to the fans as if he understands their excitement, and his growing grin shows just how much he does.

Damage: “And a show like Event Horizon can’t just be held up by a single match. The entire card has to be absolutely STACKED! I’ve dug down into the bag of tricks and you won’t believe what I’ve found. Mark the date on the calendar, because Christmas Eve you’re getting an earlier present………in the form of a Money in the Bank Ladder match! Six men will face off for a contract that will grant them a match for ANY CZW title at ANY time……….and those men are “American Gaijin” Mike Monroe, “Bad Ass” Matt Covey, “The British Lion” Daniel Ward, “Psycho” Sam Attic, “Mountain Man” Joshua Newsome, and the monstrous CRYPT!”

The pop from the crowd is deafening, and though Derek cringed in announcing two members of The Uprising in such a match, the response as well worth it for the six talented men to meet. He motions for the crowd to calm down.

Damage: “We also need a main event that could put us back above any other competition in the world today, and I think there’s a match up that hasn’t quite taken its course yet. A match that could have been one of the very best clashes we could’ve seen……and a tainted ending robbed us of that. I think it’s only right that we fix that situation with the rematch! So, to main event this momentous occasion, it will be the current King of Combat, “The F’N Boss” T.J. Hix putting his belt on the line one more time………AGAINST EL PABLO!”

The fans leap from their seats in excited! There’s some embracing in the crowd, a few tears shed, the usual response from the die-hard CZW Nation. Derek laughs with them, feeding off the energy in the room. He lifts his mic to speak, when suddenly a loud yelling of “BREAK!” cuts him off, and “Tear Away” by Drowning Pool floods through the speakers! The curtains pop and a large mass of humanity enters into the room as the World Champion himself, T.J. Hix arrives with Kandi Washington and her personal security guard, the big man Drake Knight and a team of hired security! The group makes their way down and into the ring, Hix demanding another microphone in a violent fashion! He turns and gets in the face of the CZW owner!

Hix: “What?! I’m sorry; did I just hear the word rematch? I didn’t think we were turning into WCWF property so soon, but it sounds like Victor Kennedy is booking this shit now! How many times do I have to beat the same old people? Better question, when are you going to realize that it doesn’t matter who you put in the ring against me, Derek? I’m the fucking King of the World! I’m. Going. To. Win. It’s obvious! It’s just a matter of fact, so you could at least make the matches entertaining for me!”

Hix runs his hand over his chin, deep in thought, then turns back to the owner.

Hix: “You know what? I’m actually in a pretty good mood right now. It’s good being the king! I’m going to give you a rare chance to fix the problem….and I’m going to let you pick a new opponent for me. It can be anyone! I hear Yoshi Naniwa’s really turning some heads!”

A large group of boos rains down on the ring as Hix smirks and moves his head with a cocky swagger. Damage only raises an eyebrow, lifting the mic up to respond.

Damage: “Are you done? If so, allow me to end this session of patting yourself on the back and bring you back to reality. You’re right about a couple of things, T.J. You are the world champion. You have beaten every opponent you’ve had to defend the title against…..but that could’ve changed at Horrorcore. If it wasn’t for that outside interference, you might not be standing there with that shiny belt!”

Hix: “Interference?!?”

Hix looks between his subordinates with confusion and anger pulsing in his eyes.

Hix: “Did you not see the fact that I got dropped on MY head too?! I had nothing to do with that! In fact, that match’s ending is all on you! It’s this unsafe working environment you’ve made, so you don’t have anyone to blame but yourself!”

Derek takes the criticism with a slow nod, going over the accusations in his head.

Damage: “You may be right, but that doesn’t mean I can’t correct that problem, anyway. This is the situation you want, anyway! It’s the Tokyo Dome, one of the most famous locations in the world. All eyes on you, Hix. You’re always begging for the spotlight, so now it’s all there. That is, of course, unless you’re afraid of facing El Pablo again.”

Hix rears back from Damage’s comments, laughing sarcastically at the attempt to get him angry. His anger does show through, though, as he hands off his title to Kandi to hold, then rolls up his sleeves! Damage takes a step back as Hix makes a step forward………….only for the lights to cut out! The fans lose it, knowing what comes after! The lights turn back on, and standing between Hix and Damage is the masked man himself, El Pablo! The fans pop huge for their favorite’s presence, and his big grin shows that he shares in the moment. Pablo nods to Damage, then takes his mic from him.

El Pablo: “Sup?”

Hix rolls his eyes as a “PABLO! PABLO!” chant breaks out. EP scratches the back of his head….so, in reality, he scratches the back of his mask.

El Pablo: “So I, uhhhh…..I couldn’t help overhear the whole I’m getting another title shot thing, so I wanted to come out here and join the party! BUT, BUT I didn’t come empty handed.”

Hix tilts his head back, wondering just what the hell Pablo is talking about. Pablo reaches behind his back, pulling something out of his back pocket.

El Pablo: “I know you had nothing to do with the CRYPT attack and I know you, of all people, wouldn’t try to cheat your way out of a match I totally wasn’t about to win, and to show you that there’s no hard feelings…..I gotcha a gift!”

Hix is shocked by the words of his future opponent, not sure what to think. He slowly gives in and nods in thanks to Pablo, holding out a hand to take whatever gift Pabs has in mind. Pablo gives Hix a friendly smile, then moves his hand out from behind his back……….and smacks Hix in the face with a bag of Skittles! Multi-colored candies go flying through the air as the crowd erupts in laughter as Hix steps back, wiping the glittery plastic out of his face, spitting out a couple pieces as well. His face turns red as he yells into the mic!

Hix: “THAT’S NOT FUNNY!”

El Pablo: “It’s actually pretty funny.”

The laughing continues with Hix and his companions going mad! Everything seems like it has turned into a light-hearted moment when a single, apathetic voice breaks through it all.

????: “Stop. Just…..stop.”

The laughter turns into a wave of boos as the heads begin to turn. Spot lights scan around, going up into the crowd to find the source of the voice, Ryan Shane accompanied by The Uprising! Shane sits on the steps leading down to the floor as the rest of the group, starting with CRYPT and ending with a rather unimpressed Matt Covey at the end, stands behind him. Brian Blaze and Christien Belanger mess with some of the fans unlucky enough to sit on the end of their rows with pelvic thrusts, displaying the stolen Global Tag-Team titles around their waists. Mason Kaid looks on to the ring with a satisfied smirk, his stolen “Kill your Television” championship draped over his shoulders. Ryan brings the microphone, held upside down in his hand, up in response. He motions to the crowd.

Shane: “Is this what you all think is worth fighting us for? A clown ninja dragon-thing with party favors and……Hix? And you all wonder why this place has to die.”

Ryan stands and turns to his army, motioning for them to follow. As he moves, the camera catches his black t-shirt with a logo for CEW wrestler “Showtime” Nick Alexander, a slap in the face of CZW. The Uprising makes their way down the stairs to the floor, heading to the ring. The crowd bludgeons them with their disapproval of their recent actions.

Shane: “That balding shepherd in the ring has been leading you sheep over the edge this entire time. He feeds you lives in your troughs and lets you roll around in your own filth. Derek Damage is a vampire sucking the life out of the company that you, and we love……..and yet we’re the monsters. We’re labeled as the problem in the company, when you’ve been cheering for them the entire time! YOU begged for this mediocre display a first time, and now the oh so creative mind of Derek Damage brings you the same damn thing again, and you all eat it up!”

Ryan leaps over the guard rail, followed soon by his allies. The men and woman in the ring all back up a few steps, knowing exactly what comes after the arrival of The Uprising.

Shane: “But no more. I’ve said since day one that our mission was to end this charade that you call CZW, and I now see that there’s no more time to wait. We’re here to change this company! We’re here to give YOU, the people, the quality you actually deserve instead of the same old, tired excuses you call heroes.”

The group all climb onto the apron and enter into the ring, Ryan passing glances between Hix, Pablo, and Damage. Hix’s security rally up, but The Uprising is right behind Ryan, the big man CRYPT cracking his knuckles in preparation.

Damage: “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Ryan, but it better be handing me those titles you and your flunkies stole.”

Shane: “Liberated.”

Shane turns his angry stare to Damage as Blaze, Belanger, and Kaid pat the titles they wear.

Shane: “We’ve liberated the championships from your tyranny. I don’t know you realize it now or if anyone in this room has enough gray matter built up to process the current economic situation the CZW is in, but I’ll spell it out real slowly for you. Derek Damage is broke. CZW is poor. CZW cannot afford to purchase new championship titles, so with these titles in my possession, I run this bitch.”

The crowd responds with an overabundance of hate, though there is a small portion of the crowd who cheers at Ryan’s words. Ryan paces back and forth, eyeing the CZW owner as he does so. El Pablo and Hix don’t respond, but they do stand ready in case hell should break loose. Damage doesn’t show fear, though a look of unease comes to him.

Shane: “Look at you. You feel like a real big man, don’t you? Got yourself all of these big plans, big world tour coming up but you seem to forget that the only reason this ragtag group of has-beens and never-will-bes will see Japan is because NJAW knows how good I am and is willing to write your sorry ass a check to get me! Since that’s the case, I think you owe me a favor. I think you owe me what I’ve already earned, and what I’ve earned is my place at the top!”

Ryan thrusts a finger at the title hung over Hix’s shoulder, who cradles it in both of his arms. Derek shakes his head, motioning with both of his arms that there’s just no way in hell that’s happening!

Damage: “No! No! Not happening! You’re not getting anywhere near the damn Main Event, Shane! Read my lips: As long as I breath, you will never, EVER, be the CZW World Heavyweight Champion! I’ll…..I’ll get Mortius! Yeah, Mortius! Or Ronnie McNeil, Or Eric Collum!”

Shane: “And what will you do when I beat them?!?”

The crowd erupts with the backlash from Ryan. All amusement he had in tormenting Derek leaves his face.

Shane: “I’m done dealing with your barricades, Damage! I was going to be civil in this situation, but it seems you’ve left me no choice. I’m the only one in this ring that deserves the title anywhere near them, and the fact that I have to do this to get my shot is sickening! You have ten seconds to enter my name into the World Championship match at Event Horizon, or we will personally destroy the CZW Television and Global Tag-Titles! Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Fi-”

Damage: “Ok! Don’t…..just don’t…..Ryan…..you’re……”

Damage shakes his head, pacing back and forth. He struggles on what he has to do, but his stubborn nature refuses to let him say it.

Damage: “You’re……..you’re……”

El Pablo: “Derek…..put him in the match.”

Pablo chimes in from the right, staring directly into Ryan’s eyes. His usually playful demeanor has changed into the deep-seated displeasure he has for the curse.

El Pablo: “If you don’t he’s just going to keep running his mouth. I’ll put an end to this entire Uprising thing in Japan, and that’s a sure fire, home bred, without a shadow of a doubt, FIVE STAR……”

Hix: “SHUT! THE HELL! UP!”

The boos grow louder as Hix screams into the mic.

Hix: “I’m sick of all this Ryan Shane hype! He’s not the world champion, I AM! You aren’t the best in the world, I AM! If you want you to stick your nose where it doesn’t fucking belong, then by all means Derek, sign him the fuck up so I can kick it off his face!”

Ryan only arcs his head to the side, a vile smirk crossing his face as he finds humor in the rage of “The F’N Boss”. Damage still doesn’t like what he’s hearing, but the roar of the crowd is enough to sway his choice, as well as the dire situation his titles were in.

Damage: “If….if that’s what you want…..then I have no choice. On December 24th, in the main event of Event Horizon, T.J. Hix will defend the CZW World Heavyweight Title against El Pablo…………..and Ryan Shane.”

The critical point of the energy in the room is met, and the audio of the feed is drowned out by the sheer volume of the fans! Ryan nods slowly and methodically, rubbing his hands together in the prospect of the match, but stops as Damage holds up two fingers.

Damage: “Now, I want two things in return, since I’ve made it official. You hand back the CZW titles you and your band of misfits have stolen……..and you have to show some appreciation for this opportunity. You can do that….by shaking my hand, and telling me thank you. Is that too much to ask?”

Ryan flares his nostrils at the reaction, staring down a smirking Damage before turning to his allies. They all shake their heads and voice their grievances, but Ryan motions for them to huddle in. After a few seconds, he breaks and turns back. Ryan gingerly walks closer to Damage, who goes to meet him half-way. Pablo and Hix do the same, and the four men meet in the center of the ring. Damage extends his hand and Ryan just stares at it. Pablo crosses his arms over his chest, and Hix begins to goad Shane on, yelling for him to be “Damage’s bitch”.

Damage: “Well?”

Ryan shakes his head, but with a quick exhaling he reaches out and shakes Damage’s hand to a wild applause! There’s no shaking, but even that submissive act is not enough for Damage.

Damage: “Do you have anything to say, Ryan?”

Ryan looks between the two men he is set to face on Christmas Eve and then to the raging crowd at ringside. He brings up his mic.

Shane: “Yeah…..”

Ryan bows his head, moving his face so that nobody could see his expression. Damage smirks at his turmoil, but that smirk begins to give away to pain as Ryan’s grip on his hand tightens. Damage is pulled closer to Ryan just as his head snaps up, and with wild eyes he screams at the top of his lungs!

Shane: “FUCK CZW!”

Before anyone can process what’s been said, Ryan lays into Damage with a stiff kick to the groin! Damage crumbles and Ryan turns, slamming his forearm into the face of T.J. Hix, forcing him to drop his title! All hell breaks loose as The Uprising’s plan goes into action, Hix’s security charging in to meet them! Knight attempts to overpower Mason Kaid, but is grabbed by the throat by CRYPT and Covey! Both men jack the behemoth into the air and slam him to the mat with a double chokeslam! Brian Blaze kicks the world title behind him to the outside of the ring before he tackles a security team member to the ground! Mason Kaid is shown laughing in a manic way as he swings at whoever comes after him, nearly clocking Kandi Washington as she bails out of the ring to avoid being caught in the chaos! Hix recovers, charging at an already brawling Ryan and El Pablo, placing a fist in Ryan’s cheek! Pablo takes the opportunity to chop Hix in the chest! Hix responds with another punch, then eats a punch from Ryan! All three title match contenders trade blows with each other in a blur of violence, the fans all screaming for their personal choices! Derek Damage still suffers on the ground, the kick still curling his stomach! The cheers grow even louder as the curtains part and The Gunslinger Saints, Jigga C, Mike Monroe and Alan Fiscus come gunning to the ring in an attempt to help the owner! As they slide into the ring, The Uprising swiftly exits, avoiding the fight! Hix follows suit and he and his security roll out onto the opposite side! As he does, Hix slowly starts to realize that he’s missing something…….and Ryan has found it! The Uprising walk back up the ramps, Mason Kaid holding his stolen TV title above his head, Blaze and Belanger motioning to the tag-titles around their waist, but the arena erupts as Ryan Shane hoists the CZW world title above his head!

Hix roars in anger for somebody to get him his title back, but nobody moves a muscle. Fiscus points out directly at Shane, screaming obscenities but Ryan pays him no mind, even though the other titles thieves mock their respected champions! The camera closes in on the face of Derek Damage who has been helped to his feet by Rowan and Pierce. His face is burning red and his head shakes with anger as he glares at a smirking Ryan Shane, the top prize in pro-wrestling held over his head as CZW comes to a close.