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 Combat Zone Wrestling presents WAR ZONE!
live from - Atlanta, Georgia
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ Assault GM JESSE MONTANA w/ MAYNARD O'TOOLE -vs- Warzone GM GREGORY GRANTHAM w/ ACE KING
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- "The One Man Riot" ALAN FISCUS -vs- "The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO
-=- ATLANTA PARKING LOT BRAWL -=- "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY -vs- "The Voodoo King" THANATOS
-=- TRIPLE THREAT MATCH -=- CAGE STRYKER -vs- RONNIE McNEIL -vs- ERIC COLLUM
-=- NON-TITLE FOUR WAY DANCE MATCH -=- JORDAN BRYANT -vs- JIGGA C. -vs- ROB WRIGHT -vs- JACOB HAVOK
~~ WINNERS FACE STORMS NEXT WEEK ~~ COWBOYS FROM HELL -vs- BEAUTIFUL AGONY (Rowan & Monroe)
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-=- WOMEN'S SINGLES MATCH -=- BRENDA VIXEN -vs- CAMERON
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- ALEX FURIYA -vs- JODY BREEZE
-=- OPENING MATCH -=- LEO CROW -vs- ANGEL SUICIDE
**PLUS**
---------------------- * cZw * *************************************************************** BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! -=-=-=-=-=-=- ** OPENING 'DARK' MATCH: LEO CROW vs. ANGEL SUICIDE **
(The Warzone opening theme plays across the arena and on television sets all over the world after the special opening ceremony in rememberance of 9/11. Cameras pan all over the arena, showing the thousands of fans that have filled the building for the night, each one ready for a night of ultraviolent action. Eventually after panning the arena, the shot on the screen changes of one of Warzone's two color commentators, Jarred Daniels and William Masters...)
DANIELS: "Hello fans, and welcome to another exciting edition of CZW WARZONE!! I'm Jarred Daniels alongside the less-than-lovable William Masters. We have an amazing show lined up this evening as you have already seen U2 perform live here in Atlanta in rememberance for that day marred with such a tragic loss of life seven years ago. Now it's time to pay tribute, CZW STYLE!! Let's go to the ring, as Jessica Towers stands by for our first match..
(Cameras show the beautiful Jessica Towers, who has the microphone at speaking position in the center of the ring to announce the opening match...)
TOWERS: "Our opening match this evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 234 pounds from Devils Ladder, Idaho, Leo Crow!!!
(The fans boo loudly as Crow is introduced as the first competitor of the night. As his music and entrance theme hit around the arena and he appears from beyond the curtain, stepping onto the steel entrance ramp, the boos are only accentuated. He continues to slowly walk down the ramp, as some sort of attempt at intimidation, until finally walking up the stairs and climbing into the ring. He nonchalantly goes to one corner of the ring, the fans still booing him in the background as his music fades..)
TOWERS: "And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds from right here in Atlanta, Georgia, ANGEL SUICIDE!!"
("From the Cradle to Enslave" hits on the PA system in the arena, and the fans begin to cheer Angel Suicide, a man who rarely recieves such a warm reaction. This is due mostly to the fact that he is from the city in which the CzW is performing for the night, Atlanta. Angel makes his way out onto the entrance ramp and shows a bit of cheer in his step and on his face. He walks briskly down the steps and crawls into the ring, turning his back to Leo Crow and raising his arms high above his head at the center of the ring, allowing the fans to cheer him a bit more so he can relish in the treatment that he so rarely recieves. Leo uses this opportunity to attack Angel Suicide from behind, promptly removing the short-lived happiness that was Angel Suicide..)
--Leo pummles Angel's head with shot after shot from behind until Angel is forced into the ropes. Leo comes at Angel for the clothesline at the ropes, but instead, Angel pulls the ropes down and flips Leo over the top rope and onto the hard concrete floor outside of the ring! The fans are now cheering once again, as the hometown boy has now apparently taken the upperhand. As Leo Crow is laid out on the outside of the ring, Angel let's the fans appoval get the best of him! He has mounted the top turnbuckle of the ring and dismounts in the direction of Leo Crow for a Fallen Angel attempt!!!
DANIELS: "OH MY GOD!!!!!"
--Leo moves!!!!
DANIELS: "OH MY GOD!!!! I DON'T THINK ANGEL SUICIDE WILL GET UP AFTER THAT!"
MASTERS: "I cannot believe he even attempted that!"
(Fans throughout the arena have now started the ominous, yet deserving for the moment chant...)
..."HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"...
--Leo Crow slowly gets up from his position beside a motionless Angel Suicide and pulls him back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He uses all of his energy to get Angel into a standing position in the center of the ring before hitting him with The Plague of Crows!! Leo covers as quickly as his beaten body will allow as the ref moves in for the count...
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(The bell rings as Jessica Towers re-enters the ring to announce the winner, who is now standing at center ring over Angel Suicide as the fans boo loudly above Towers...)
TOWERS: "Your winner by way of pinfall, LEO CROW!!!" (pinfall-3:01)
(The fans continue to boo loudly as the ring is cleared for the next match..)
The Winner of the bout... with The Plague of Crows... LEO CROW!!!
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** SINGLES 'DARK' MATCH: "The Fury" ALEX FURIYA vs. "Little Evil" JODY BREEZE **
(After Leo Crow and winner, Angel Suicide, vacate the ring following their brutal opening match, the lights quickly dim once again for the next match of the undercard; an intriguing matchup between two newcomers to CzW. The crowd is still filing in the building as Jessica Towers returns to the ring to announce the competitors...)
TOWERS: "The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Niagra Falls, New York, weighing in at 180 pounds, Jody "Little Evil" Breeze!!"
("Roll Call" by Ice Cube hits over the arena's P.A. system as the man known as 'Little Evil' makes his way onto the entrance ramp from behind the curtain. Some fans cheer, others boo him, but most offer little reaction to a man that they are still attempting to pinpoint. Jarred Daniels interjects during Jody Breeze's entrance into the theme; over the blaring rap music...)
DANIELS: "I think we should all expect great things from Jody Breeze, as he has looked nothing short of down right evil since arriving in Warzone."
MASTERS: "Yeah, he's done ok. But I don't think he stands a chance tonight against Alex Furiya. I mean, this guy is downright crazy."
(As they continue arguing as always, Jody Breeze climbs into the ring and motions to the crowd with his hands what is most likely some sort of gang sign. He then settles into one of the far turnbuckles as his music and entrance themes fade and Jessica Towers prepares to introduce his opponent for the night..)
TOWERS: "And his opponent, weighing in at 212 pounds and hailing from San Antonio, Texas, Alexander Furiya!!"
(Most of the crowd boos for Furiya, who gets a bit more lopsided salutation from the crowd as he makes his way from beyond the entrance curtain. He appears quickly as his music, "End of Heartache" by Killswitch Engage hits on the P.A., stopping only for a minute at the top of the ramp before running down it and sliding into the ring. He instantly goes to the far turnbuckle and begins pummeling Jody Breeze with punch after punch as the bell rings..)
(Jessica Towers has now made a brisk exit out of the ring that has so quickly turned violent and is now safely back in her chair at ringside, leaving only referee in the ring with the two quick CzW competitors...)
--With Jody Breeze now almost slumping over in the turnbuckles and incoherent, Alex Furiya hits him with a strong europeon uppercut, and then the superkick while he is still in the turnbuckles! This puts Jody Breeze on his ass in the corner, as Alex Furiya turns around to taunt the crowd. They boo him in large quanity. As he is turned around, the cameras capture a smile on Jody Breeze's face as his eyes open up and he raises his head to view Furiya..
DANIELS: "Oh my god! I thought he was out of it!"
--The crowd's boos for Furiya now come to shouts of shock at Jody who is now making his way to his feet. Furiya notices the crowds change of reaction, but dosen't make the connection..
MASTERS: "The guy is letting his vanity get in the way of what is going on. I thought he was much better than that, I guess I was wrong."
--Jody is now completely on his feet and is approaching Furiya. By the time Furiya turns around from the sound of the footsteps, it is too late! Jody Breeze hits him with a standing dropkick to the chest, sending him flying into the ropes! Furiya bounces off of the ropes and comes flying back towards Jody Breeze. Alex Furiya outstretches his right arm for an attempt at a clothesline, but the damage is already done as Jody Breeze uses his inertia against him, loading him up and hitting him with the EVILBOMB!!
--Furiya is now lifeless on the canvas as Jody Breeze goes for the pin. The ref comes in for the count...
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PINFALL!!!!! Jody Breeze's hand is raised by the referee over a still-lifeless Alexander Furiya as Jessica Towers is now back in the ring to make the announcement..
TOWERS: "Your winner by pinfall, Jody 'Little Evil" Breeze!!!" (4:32 via pinfall)
--As Jody Breeze begins to exit the ring, he casts one more look as Alex Furiya, who is layed on the mat and favoring his right ankle. Jody Breeze slowly begins to walk away, leaving the ring and Furiya behind. The ref comes over and attempts to help a now standing Furiya out of the ring. Furiya refuses the help, and limps out of the ring on his own will, and slowly by surely to the backstage area...
DANIELS: "It definatley seems as though Alex Furiya was favoring that right ankle, and it is quite possible that he hurt it in some way towards the end of that match. As soon as we know anything if there is anything to know, our fans will be the first to here. We'll be right back..."
--Warzone cuts to commercial...
The Winner of the bout... with The Evil Bomb... JODY BREEZE!!!
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** WOMEN'S SINGLES MATCH: BRENDA VIXEN vs. CAMERON **
The theme from “Halloween” plays as Brenda Vixen comes out to a chorus of boos. She is keeping her head down and talking to herself as she enters the ring. “Brackish” by Kittie plays to even more boos as “The Boss Bitch” Cameron makes her way to the ring. She shows disdain towards the fans as they try to get high fives.
The bell rings and Cameron hits Brenda with a spear taking the larger woman down. Cameron starts raining fists down on Brenda’s head. The ref pulls her off and Cameron goes right back to the assault on Brenda. She finally stops and runs to the ropes and comes off with a huge leg drop for a two count. Brenda kicks out with authority. As she stands, Cameron starts hitting knife-edge chops that can be heard throughout the arena. As she is doing this, she puts Brenda into a corner. Cameron spins her around and sits on the top rope before hitting a tornado DDT. Cameron gets another two count, but Brenda does not kick out as forcefully. Cameron goes back up to the top rope and is perched there waiting on Brenda. As Brenda gets up and turns around, Cameron leaps off the top rope with a cross body block, but Brenda catches her with a huge Clothesline from Hell. The hit causes Cameron to do a full flip and land hard on to her face.
Brenda started to lay some hard stomps to Cameron before locking in a texas cloverleaf. Cameron started to scream in pain as Brenda leaned further back. Cameron has her hand raised to tap out and...
With a last burst of energy she reaches for the bottom rope and the referee forces Brenda to break the hold. Brenda lands more stomps on Cameron's writhing body. Brenda picks her up for a bodyslam, but drops her into an inverted DDT. She goes for the cover and Cameron barely kicks out. Brenda puts Cameron in a gutwrench position. Cameron starts to fight back and gets out of it. Cameron lands a couple of knee lifts before whipping Brenda to the ropes, but Brenda reverses and goes for the Black Hole Slam and...
Cameron reverses it into a crucifix! Brenda falls back into a pinning predicament.
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Cameron celebrates as Brenda looks visibly frustrated. CZW cuts to a commercial break.
The Winner of the bout... with a crucifix... CAMERON!!!
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As we come back from break, "Thieves" by Ministry begins to play over the PA. "The One Man Riot" comes out from behind the entrance curtain, with Stephanie and Sydney at his sides. Alan has both CZW Global Tag belts in his possession again. They make their way down to the ring to a massive sea of boos. Alan is handed a mic after he opens for the ropes for each lady to enter the ring.
ALAN: "How's about dem Braves?"
The crowd boos immensely. Alan smiles with satisfaction.
ALAN: "Yeah, they suck bad don't they. Just like the rest of this filthy dump you call a city. Dirtiest place I've ever been to, hands down. Now if you pigs will shut up! --"
The crowd is chanting "ONE! -- MINUTE! -- RIOT! -- ONE! -- MINUTE! -- RIOT!"
ALAN: "That's real clever. Just ask each and every one of your mothers... they'll tell you I can go ALL NIGHT long!"
Crowd boos
ALAN: "Enough of your ignorance. I came out here tonight, not to address the humanoids. I came out here to address El Pablito, The Five Foot Superstar. Team XTC is about to meet Team LSD. And I am giving you the chance right now.. to just back out of this match, go home, and admit to the world that you didn't have the testicular fortitude to face Alan Fiscus one on one. Otherwise, El Pablo, your losing streak is going to continue. Damn, man... you're having some shitty luck aren't ya? You blame Thanatos... for jinxing you or hexing you, whatever... but that's not the case. The case is, your spirit is broken and you just.. don't... know it yet. You have to marry that she man, Jena Cyde, and I can't imagine you sleep very well at night. The pending doom that is yours is descending on you like a nightmare came true... and I couldn't be happier for you, pal."
The crowd is absolutely hating Alan right now.
ALAN: "And as far as you humanoids go, you get to bare witness later, as I have a surprise cooking up for this very night. Anarchy Rising is here to save you all, rather you want it or not. You are experiencing CZW's own personal rapture, and we are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Only there's more than four us, ha ha ha... and you can go back to that old time saying... if you can't beat 'em, join 'em... but you people can't join the Anarchy Rising. And there's no one in that locker room that's worthy of being a part of this Dynasty that isn't already a part of it. You are all lost souls, sitting in limbo awaiting your judgment. Feel very honored, for if El Pablo has the stupidity to show up for our match later tonight... you will witness CZW history. Take as many photographs as you can. Breathe it in, let it soak into your memory banks. For most of you, ha ha... it might be the most important thing you ever see."
Alan pauses for a second
ALAN: "And one more thing... my tag team partner likes to give his Global tag belt away... He first gave it to one of those Cowboys from Hell.... You all noticed, I bought it back from them. Then he gave it to a bum, after I gave it back to him. I kicked that bum's ass and took it back. Most people would be pissed off, but Covey? I ain't upset buddy. I'll go ahead and hold onto these belts here. Just defend the belts with me, and it's all gonna be good. I want gold, you want violence, it's a perfect combination."
Alan smiles hugely as as he drops the mic. "Thieves" begins playing as Stephanie and Sydney are both clapping their hands and smiling. They begin to leave the ring with a commercial break occurs.
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** TAG TEAM MATCH: THE COWBOYS FROM HELL vs. ROWAN & MONROE, BEAUTIFUL AGONY **
Masters: “Alright, I can’t wait for more action tonight, another wonderful War Zone, no doubt. Looks like we have a tag team match about to get underway, with the winners of this match going on to fight for the #1 contender-ship to the new Global Tag Team Titles.”
Daniels: “Yeah, the winners here will go on to face the impressive Storm Brothers in what should be a terrific match.”
Masters: “And, gee, what a prize. The winners of THAT match, get to, or rather HAVE to, go on and fight the dastardly atrocious duo of Alan Fiscus and Matt Covey, those scoundrels from Anarchy Rising. What do those jokers call themselves again?”
Daniels: “The Two Man Apocalypse. Simple enough, if the end of the world WAS coming, I would assume those two had some part in it. Enough about them, however, let’s get this show goin’! Jessica Towers with the call…”
Towers: “The tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first…”
Pantera’s “Cowboys from Hell” blasts over the loudspeakers, as Anselmo and Abbott emerge from the curtains to a stadium full of boos.
Towers: “Hailing from Dallas, Texas, they are James Anselmo and Kevin Abbott, the COWBOYS from HELL!!!!!!”
A raucous crowd of 19,555 erupt, doing their best to sling insults both verbal and physical in the form of cuss words and popcorn at the two, as the Cowboys walk slowly down to the ring. The two enter slowly, and turn around, taking in all the Phillips Arena fans and the boos. Then the two’s attention is focused on the curtain, and the opponents that will soon be coming through it.
Masters: “Man, those two look mean. I’d sure hate to cross them on a bad day.”
Daniels: “Any day, for that matter. This team could definitely be wearing gold someday!”
Towers: “And their opponent…”
“How Can I Live” by Ill Nino hits, and the spotlights all spin and point towards the entrance curtain.
Towers: “From Tiffin, Ohio, one of the founding members of his stable, he is “Faithless” Mike MONROE!!!!!!!!”
Monroe heads to the start of the walkway, but waits for his partner to arrive.
Towers: “And his partner…”
A quick countdown appears on the screen, followed by an old-time announcer's voice.
"You are watching Ed-E.T.V."
"Doomsday Clock" by Smashing Pumpkins then begins to play, and smoke begins pouring down from the entranceway. As the drum intro ends and the guitar kicks in, Eddie emerges through the smoke, looking back and forth to the crowd with a broad grin. He is attired in a pair of long black shorts, flame-trimmed wrestling boots, and one of many various rock band or anime character t-shirts, typically with the sleeves removed. His hands are taped from knuckle to mid-forearm, with a single black 'X' drawn on the back of each hand. He has his championship title belt hooked his actual belt so that it hangs sideways down over his right leg.
Towers: “He is the third ever, and CURRENT CZW X-Champion. The clown, the killer, the saint, ‘Rated E for Everyone’ Eddie ROWAN!!!!!!”
Eddie and Mike take a moment to let the crowd’s cheers settle in, waving and winking to a couple fans, smiles beaming. Then, the music cuts, and a new song hits, “Wings of a Butterfly”, by HIM.
Towers: “Accompanied by Tatum Regan, I give you Beautiful AGONY!!!!”
With a pounding of their fists, the two head towards the ring, each man with a bit of a hop in his step. Tatum walks alongside Monroe. A big smile on Eddie’s face is one that shows that he loves to be where he is, doing what he does. Eddie gestures at his gold, showing it off for the crowd a bit before rolling into the ring. He stands and throws his arms up, and a small pyro blasts from the ring-posts. Monroe and Rowan each hop up on the 2nd rope, posing a bit more, before hopping off and heading to their corner, eyes locked on the Cowboys.
Masters: “Wow these boys from Beautiful Agony looked pumped tonight. They seem focused and ready to take down the Cowboys, no doubt.”
Daniels: “And why shouldn’t the X Champ be confident? He just took down “The Real Deal” Rob Wright and “The Voodoo King” Thanatos in a hellacious Iron Man Match just last week!”
Masters: “Yeah, I just hope that match doesn’t have any lingering effects on the Champ. Anyway, it looks as if the match is about to start, with Monroe and Abbott starting things off. Here we go!”
The bell rings and Monroe jumps around in place, swinging his arms in circles, anticipating the first move by Abbott. Abbott sizes up Monroe, having just a slight height and weight advantage over him. Abbott leans in, throwing a forearm shiver to Mike. Moving in to grapple, Kevin hits a snap suplex on Monroe, and quickly gets back to his feet. Monroe follows suit, though getting up a bit slower, perhaps surprised by the quick attack by Kevin Abbott.
Masters: “Wow, these Cowboys are out for blood, eh Daniels? Monroe looks shocked, and OUCH, took a big running shoulder block, and Monroe is down on the canvas.”
Daniels: “Felt that one all the way over here. Abbott whips Monroe off the ropes, but follows him there and WOW! Abbott just speared Monroe right out of the ring!”
Abbott then turns and points at Rowan and the two engage in a heated exchange of words. While the two argue and yell, the beast James Anselmo drops down off the apron and heads to the fallen body of Mike Monroe. Anselmo stomps on Monroe a couple of times, and then picks his lifeless body up.
Masters: “Oh, wait! What is going on outside the ring! That monster Anselmo has Monroe in his grasp, and OH GOD! A double handed choke slam right onto the guardrail!”
Daniels: “There is NO WAY Monroe could withstand that. His back must be broken!”
The referee, who was involved in breaking up the pair of Abbott and Rowan’s heated war of words, has just noticed the legal man, Monroe, outside the ring and begins to count,.
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Tatum heads over to Monroe, and gets “Faithless” Mike up to his feet.
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She helps him back into the ring to break the count out.
Masters: “Whoa, didn’t think Monroe was gonna make it back inside Jarred.”
Daniels: “But here he is, back in the ring. Question is, could he even kick out if he had to now? Abbott snags Monroe, and drags him over to the turnbuckle. He could be setting up for a big move, one that could end the match!”
Kevin Abbott then puts Monroe against the corner, and stops to taunt the fans, who are wildly booing the Cowboy. Abbott even flicks one child off, and then back up to the opposite side of the ring.
Masters: “Oh, here he comes; Abbott is going to pound Monroe into that corner!”
Daniels: “Monroe, not even bracing for impact…and NO! Monroe ducked out of the way as Abbott just BLASTED that ring post!”
Masters: “Abbott is down, Kevin Abbott is hurt! Monroe, barely standing, limps over to Rowan. If he makes that tag, watch out Cowboys!”
Daniels: “Mike reaches out and, YES! Eddie is in!”
Eddie Rowan leaps over the top rope and charges Abbott who had just now gotten to his feet. Rowan levels him with a running, spinning heel kick. Abbott hits the deck, a grimace of pain overcoming his face. Eddie picks up Kevin’s foot, holding his entire leg up, and slams it down, dropping all the weight on Abbott’s knee. Kevin howls out in pain, and Rowan grins, enjoying it. Eddie stands up the Cowboy and gives him a couple shots in the face, sending Abbott backpedaling. Rowan nails Kevin with a swinging neck breaker, and the crowd goes wild.
Masters: “You want to talk about a reversal of fortunes, wow, there’s life in this Beautiful Agony team thanks to the X Champ!”
Daniels: “Absolutely, I don’t think Abbott and Costello have a chance!”
Masters looks a bit bewildered at his partner, and then continues the play by play.
Masters: “Eddie just hit Abbott with a big boot to the midsection, and then dropped him with a tornado DDT!”
Daniels: “And he’s not done yet, Billy. Rowan charges at Anselmo and lunges, attempting a flying lariat on the big man, but WHOOPS! Anselmo leans back, making Eddie miss.”
After dodging the lariat, James reaches a big outstretched hand and snags a hold of Rowan, and with the free hand, levels “Rated E for Everyone” with a huge haymaker. Mike Monroe has finally gotten some wind back in his lungs, and begins to make a scene, yelling and pointing about the interference with Anselmo. The ref gets over in Monroe’s face, telling him to calm down and to not lean on the rope. During the commotion, James Anselmo steps over the top rope, and picks up Eddie. Rowan throws a quick jab at the big man, but gets his arms pinned and James drops a couple relentless head butts into the unprotected forehead of Rowan.
Masters: “Good God! Anselmo is insane! One, Two, Three, FOUR head butts to Rowan, and Eddie is down and bloody! That referee needs to do his job!”
James exits the ring, and the ref turns around to see Abbott going for a cover on the fallen Eddie. The count
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Daniels: “The X Champ got a shoulder up! Abbott is visibly surprised and frustrated!”
Abbott rips Eddie up, grappling with him, and trying to lift him. Eddie holds his ground, and Kevin nails him in the ribs, trying to lift him again. Once more, Eddie holds his ground, and Kevin cannot lift him. Abbott pounds again into Eddie’s ribs and then finally lifts him up.
Masters: “Abbott finally got him up, it looks like a jackhammer and WHOA! Eddie just flipped behind him! He spins Abbott around! REVERSE STO! REVERSE STO!”
Daniels: “What a reversal! Eddie reaches out a hand and tags Mike Monroe!”
Eddie then stands up Abbott, as Mike Monroe hops to the top turnbuckle. Eddie hits a big Manhattan Drop on Kevin.
Masters: “What a big drop on Abbott! He’s writhing in pain, and DAMN! A Shining Wizard by Rowan and Abbott is down.”
Daniels: “Yeah, but what’s Monroe planning? No way…a HUGE MOONSAULT INTO KNEE DROPS! That’s it, the Cowboys are done! Mike with the cover!!!”
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The other Cowboy, James Anselmo, saves his partner by breaking up the pin. Anselmo helps Abbott up, and then walks him over to their corner. James gets out of the ring, only to be tagged in by the beaten down Abbott.
Masters: “The big man is in; he’s fresh and let’s see what he can do."
Anselmo rips Monroe into the ropes and comes back with a huge clothesline but Monroe ducks. Flying off the ropes himself, Monroe meets Anselmo with a cross body block, backing the big man up, but not knocking him over. Mike continues an assault with blow after blow, right after left, sending James into the corner.
Daniels: “Man, these Beautiful Agony boys look strong. Monroe with an Irish whip on Anselmo, OUCH! Right into the ring post.”
Masters: “If Mike controls the tempo, and doesn’t slip up, they should pull out this win Jarred. Wow! Nice Exploder suplex by Monroe.”
Abbott has finally regained his senses and recovered from the vicious beat down he took, and enters the ring to save his teammate.
Daniels: “Uh oh, 2 on 1, but wait! Here comes Rowan!”
Masters: “Eddie just dropkicked Abbott over the ring ropes and out onto the concrete! Now the Beautiful Agony guys have Anselmo all alone!”
The two set up and deliver a huge double power bomb to James Anselmo. Monroe signals for it, and hits the Burn Notice on Anselmo.
Daniels: “Oh man! The Burn Notice! That’s a move I’d hope I never land in!”
Masters: “You forgot to announce it, CZW’s Submission of the year! Is Anselmo going to tap?”
James writhes in pain, the ref getting close to see if the big man taps, but nothing yet. Rowan gets to the top rope and makes an X with his arms, the crowd going crazy.
Masters: “No way, could it be? YES! Monroe rolled out of the way and Rowan hit his patented St. Edward’s Fall!”
Daniels: “Monroe back with the cover!”
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PINFALL!!!!
Towers: “Your winners of this event, Eddie Rowan and Mike Monroe, BEAUTIFUL AGONY!!!!!”
“Wings of a Butterfly” by HIM hits and the two exit the ring area with one another, the crowd cheering them on as they head up the ramp.
Daniels: “And that’ll do it for that match, what an exciting array of high flying moves!”
Masters: “Absolutely, the Cowboys from Hell had no chance. What a great match up next week, these Beautiful Agony boys and The Storm Brothers, all for a chance at that tag team gold!”
Winner by Pinfall on James Anselmo via the St Edwards’ Fall, Mike Monroe, Beautiful Agony (13:15)
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** NON-TITLE FOUR WAY MATCH: JORDAN BRYANT vs. JIGGA C. vs. ROB WRIGHT vs. JACOB HAVOK **
Daniels: We’ve come to our non-title four way dance of the evening. And Masters, you just know that if anybody but the champ wins here tonight, the possibility of a title shot in the future seems a certain possibility.
Masters: I have to agree. What Bryant wants to do is pull off a win here tonight. By doing so, he’ll prove none of these guys worthy competitors to his title. But a win by any other man in this match, almost certifies a push in the TV title contention.
Daniels: Of course the odds are stacked against JB this week as he was on the receiving end of a horrific thrashing at the hands of the masked Michael Myers character.
Masters: Everybody I’ve talked to, myself included, want to know who this guy is. I mean, Alan Fiscus was unveiled as the first Michael Myers. This new masked man is coming across as pathetic copy of the original.
Daniels: I’m sure Jordan Bryant agrees with you, and he’d love nothing more than to get his hands on the second rate copy of the original Myers. This man behind the mask may not be the original or Alan Fiscus, but he’s been somewhat of a thorn in the champ’s side regardless.
Masters: Personally, I think the twat should find his own identity and stop stealing previously used ones. Who’s he going to be next, Rave?
Daniels: We can only hope not. We take you now to the ring with Miss Towers.
Jessica Towers: This contest is a four way dance. Introducing first, from Compton, California. Being accompanied by Smokey Da Pimp, he is the sensational rap mogul and wrestling superstar, Jigga C!
“Circle, Circle, Dot, Dot” begins to play across the arena as Jigga C and his manager Smokey make their way out onto the stage to a chorus mostly consistent of boos. Jigga merely crosses his arms a thug-like pose and nods his head as Smokey looks to be tugging at the collar of Jigga’s wife beater or aka popping his collar. The two of them begin to make their way towards the ring but Jigga stops long enough to notice a fan with a copy of his new cd “Killing Time”. Smokey hands Jigga a sharpie and he signs the cd before taking a pic with the fan. Jigga continues into the ring where he takes off his hat, diamond chains and wife beater, handing them to Smokey at ringside.
Jessica Towers: And the next opponent, he is a member of Anarchy Rising and “Too Wright to be Wrong”…Rob Wright!
“Get Back” by Ludacris overtakes the crowd next as Rob Wright emerges onto the ramp. He smirks at the crowd who boo him as well. He shrugs off the negative reaction and stretches for a moment before sliding into the ring. He immediately approaches Jigga and the two seem to be conferring on something.
Masters: What do you suppose that’s about?
Daniels: These two could be forming a game plan. After all, Rob and Jigga’s brother Bad Ass are both members of Anarchy Rising.
Masters: You assume Matt Covey is a member of Anarchy Rising.
Daniels: What?
Masters: Well, he’s never actually admitted to it, now has he?
Daniels: Now that you mention it, he hasn’t. But I don’t want to be the guy who has to ask him questions either. Regardless, this may not bode well for their fellow opponents here tonight.
Jessica Towers: Introducing next, making his way from Washington, DC. He is a member of Beautiful Agony… Jacob Havok!
“Straight Edge” by Minor Threat blares next as Havok steps out onto the stage. The crowd loves him! Several fans in the crowd are wearing the “Havok” haircut. Havok makes his way to the ring, eyeing Jigga C and Wright before climbing in. He looks at Jenny Jacobs first and then shakes his head disapprovingly before looking back at his opponents. Rob gets in Havok’s face first, talking shouting something, but Havok doesn’t back down. Jigga C goes for the sucker punch, but Havok sees it coming and blocks, connecting with a right fist of his own! Jigga C reels backwards with Havok in pursuit, but Rob makes the save, clothes lining the emo prince in the back of the head. Jigga joins in now, helping Rob deliver a barrage of blows to Havok who is curled up in a defensive fetal position. Rob stands up and stomps Havok’s knee, causing Havok to unfurl and grab it in pain. Seeing his opening, Jigga delivers a knee drop to Havok’s face!
Masters: Looks like you called that one, Daniels! These two are working together to break Havok before the opening bell!
Daniels: And of course this may be the match assuming our TV champ can’t muster the strength to compete tonight…
“Second Coming” by Juelz Santana blows the crowd away as Jordan Bryant steps out from behind the curtains, still bruised, still walking with a limp, but his appearance alone is enough to bring the crowd to a standing ovation!
Daniels: He’s here! He made it!
Masters: Wow. Look at the crowd. Why does he deserve so much respect? He gets his ass kicked and then they applaud him for showing up for his own funeral? I’ll never understand these fans…
Bryant makes his way towards the ring where Jigga and Wright have dismembered Havok, who doesn’t appear to be moving anytime soon. Wright and Jigga turn their attention to Bryant, daring him into the ring. But he stops short and just smiles at them before waving at the ramp.
Masters: What is this?
Daniels: Bryant’s brought back up!
Masters: He’s cheating? Now THAT I understand! Good for you, Bryant.
Suddenly Atlanta Hawks players Josh Smith and Randolph Morris, followed by Orlando Magic’s Dwight Howard and Atlanta Falcons running back Jerious Norwood appear, marching down towards the ring where they join Bryant. The men each take a side of the ring, surrounding it while Wright and Jigga watch them, trying to grasp the situation. Without hesitation, Bryant slides into the ring and spears Wright to the mat, raining blows on him from the mounted punching position!
Daniels: We’ve now got four pro athletes at ringside! How is this going to affect the match?
Masters: I’m not sure, but Bryant isn’t looking too badly inured at the moment either!
Jigga grabs Bryant by the fro and tries to pull him off Wright, but Bryant drives a stiff elbow to Jigga’s mid-section, knocking the wind out of him before hitting him with a snap suplex. Wright tries to get back up, but Bryant is on him with a kick to the stomach, followed by a tremendous ddt! Seeing his chance to breathe for the moment, Bryant hands his TV title off to ringside and then helps Havok back to his feet in a show of sportsmanship. Havok grabs at the back of his head and nods at Bryant, thanking him. Bryant returns to Wright, grabbing him by the head and pounding it against the mat repeatedly while Havok pulls Jigga to his feet, whipping him into the turnbuckle. Havok follows through with a monkey flip, sending Jigga sailing across the ring. Jigga gets back on his feet in a daze only to catch an énzigure to the back of the head from Havok. Havok goes for the quick pin.
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The pin fall is broken up by Bryant at the last second. Havok gets back to his feet and points to Jigga, saying something to Bryant. Bryant appears to be mouthing back before shoving Havok. Havok smiles and shrugs before nailing Bryant with a hard right! But Bryant comes back with a punch of his own! The two men continue trading blows while Jigga gets to his hands and knees, crawling behind Havok. Wright is suddenly up and dropkicks Bryant in the back of the head, knocking him into Havok who trips over Jigga and careens to the outside of the ring! Bryant turns around and eyes Wright who dropkicks him in the chest this time, sending him reeling backwards where Jigga pulls down the top rope, forcing him to tumble out as well!
Daniels: Havok wanted the win, but apparently Bryant had other plans.
Masters: And now look at what’s happened. They’re both on the outside, but of course Bryant has the numbers here.
Daniels: I don’t think these guys would just start randomly assaulting CZW superstars. They are professionals after all.
Randolph Morris helps Bryant back up. Bryant notices Havok getting up as well and the two begin to argue once more as Havok shoves Bryant this time around. The two men are nearly caught by surprise as Jigga vaults himself over the top rope at them, but the two men catch him. Before they can do anything else, Rob Wright comes sailing over the top with a plancha, hitting all three men and leaving a collision of bodies on the floor! Randolph Morris is knocked back against the guardrail by the collision and grabs his back, grimacing.
Daniels: Morris may be hurt!
Masters: What did he expect? You take these risks when you stand next to a CZW ring.
Wright is the first man back up, taking the least of the blow. He helps Jigga up and the two of them lift Havok. They grab him up near the outside post and give him a double suplex, putting his back into the turnbuckle steel before dropping him forward again with his gut across the steel guardrail! Havok convulses in pain after taking steel to the back and stomach within seconds of each other. Wright now moves next to the steel post and waits as Jigga lifts Bryant up and whips him face first into the steel! Upon collision with the post, Wright delivers a round house kick to the back of his head, sandwiching his face against the steel some more! Josh Smith attempts to check on Bryant to see if he’s okay, brushing Wright aside to do so. Wright spins him around and begins shouting at him, pointing back towards the locker rooms as if to tell him to leave. Smith shoves Wright, looking like a beast ready to explode as he towers over Wright in size. Jigga suddenly grabs Smith by the back of the head and slams his face into the steel as well!
Daniels: Oh no! The youngest of the Coveys has just put the athletes on notice!
Masters: That’s what he gets for putting his hands on Wright! If these guys want front row seats to a show, that’s fine. But they really have no business being here at ringside. Should we all have to relive the travesty that was Lawrence Taylor and Bam Bam Bigelow?
The assault sends Morris, Howard, and Norwood into action. Howard and Norwood simultaneously hammer Jigga cross his back, dropping him to his knees. Morris nails Wright with a clothesline, nearly turning him inside out on the floor! Smokey Da Pimp runs in now, grabbing a steel chair from beneath the ring. He swings it, clocking Howard in the back of the head, effectively leveling him on the floor. Norwood turns and jerks the chair away from Smokey, throwing it into the ground before taking him out with vicious Spinebuster! Morris gets up and attempts to get things in order again, he goes to help Havok off the guardrail, but Havok swings wildly thinking he is being attacked and hits Morris in the face! Morris rocks back and then hits Havok back! Havok shoves Morris away from the rail and then climbs atop it. Havok flies off, nailing Morris with a split scissors kick!
Daniels: Look at this mess! Bodies are lying everywhere!
Masters: Let’s go over the checklist. Bryant? Out cold. Wright? Out cold. Jigga? Out cold. Smokey? Out cold. Morris, Smith, and Howard? Out cold, cold, and cold.
Daniels: Only Havok and Norwood are stand…
Norwood suddenly goes for a spear on Havok, but Havok leaps over him, sending Norwood crashing head first in the guardrail.
Daniels: Okay. Only Havok standing.
The crowd gets fired up as Havok stares at the unconscious masses around him. Havok just smiles and shrugs at the crowd. He quickly grabs Wright up and slides him into the ring before climbing the top turnbuckle. Wright rolls sluggishly and gets to a knee. Havok sails from the top with a shooting star press turned leg drop! The blow connects and Havok goes for the pin.
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Jigga C has slid into the ring to break up the count! He drives a knee into the side of Havok’s head and then lifts him. But Havok reverses and kicks Jigga in the gut, doubling him over. He looks to set up for a piledriver perhaps, but Jigga jerks his legs out from under him, putting Havok on his back. He stomps Havok in the groin, leaving the emo prince holding his jewels in pain. He then lines up at Havok’s head and does some thug type dance before running off the ropes, stopping at Havok’s head, grabbing his groin, and then delivering a fist drop to Havok’s face. He goes for the pin.
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Bryant grabs the ref and pulls him out of the ring before sliding in himself. Jigga leaps to his feet and dares Bryant on. Bryant plows into him, the two of them rolling around and trading fierce shots at each other’s ribs. Wright forces himself back up measuring up a rising Havok from behind. The referee slides back in, trying to keep control of the action. Jigga and Bryant separate, only for Jigga to run in with a clothesline, but Bryant ducks and nails Jigga with a Russian legsweep at the same time that Wright hits Havok with a reverse death drop! Wright and Bryant pin their opponents, forcing the ref into a double count!
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Havok and Jigga just managed to get their shoulders up. Wright whips Havok into the ropes as Bryant whips Jigga into the opposite ropes. Bryant and Wright both duck for over the shoulder flips, but Havok and Jigga simultaneously leap over their foes for twin roll ups forcing another simultaneous count!
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Daniels: This is action at it’s finest!
Masters: This is an absolute mind f**k!
Daniels: you can’t say that on tv!
Masters: Really? My bad. f**k you, Daniels.
Wright and Bryant barely manage the kick out this time. Jigga and Wright get on their feet again, but Bryant quickly rebounds and hits both men with a double clothesline, sending them spiraling to the outside again. From behind, however, Havok sneaks in and spins Bryant around hitting him with the D.I.F.H! Havok collapses onto Bryant as the ref counts.
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The bell rings!
Daniels: Havok did it! Havok pulled out a victory over the TV Champ in this fatal four way!
Masters: That match could have gone either way, but…wait. Here come his friends.
Beautiful Agony begin making their way to the ring they enter the ring where Tatum gives Havok a hug while Eddie and Mike pat him on the back, congratulating him. Bryant slowly gets to his feet, grabbing hi neck as he stares at Havok and his crew. Smith, Morris, Norwood and Howard suddenly slide into the ring ready for action, but Bryant holds them back. He then extends his hand to Havok who smiles and then shakes it. Beautiful Agony begin approaching the athletes shaking their hands and talking to them. The guys all seem to be getting along well. Beautiful Agony then take their leave of the ring, still congratulating Havok as he and Jordan eye each other, Havok making a title gesture at his waist. After BA exits up the ramp Bryant calls for a mic.
Jordan Bryant: Let’s hear it for Jacob Havok, everybody.
The crowd applauds the winner and JB’s sportsman like conduct.
Jordan Bryant: Now. If I can be serious for a moment. Okay.... I’ve had it with this Myers guy... You think that you can just go around taking everybody out behind their backs? No more fella. Jordan Bryant ain’t nobody’s victim!
Bryant pauses and looks down at his feet and looks back up into the camera.
Jordan Bryant: Myers, next week at Warzone... Me and you.... One on one.... And we will do it your style... No rules, no disqualifications, bring any damn weapon you want to the ring... and we will settle this thing!
The crowd erupts at the idea of the match.
Daniels: Bryant just called out his stalker, the imitation Michael Myers for next week's Warzone!
Masters: Yeah but what is the chance that Myers takes up his offer? Hey, what’s this?
Rob Wright, Jigga C, and Smokey Da Pimp are seen heading up the ramp quickly. Bryant’s TV title in the grasp of Jigga C’s hands! Bryant and his crew begin to exit the ring and follow them, but no sooner than Jigga, Wright, and Smokey vanish behind the curtain, the stage erupts in flames, cutting their chase off. The jumbotron suddenly lights up with Michael Myers image displayed for all to see. Bryant stops in his tracks, staring at the tron while his friends appear upset over the stolen title.
Michael Myers: Bryant…….
Bryant stares up at him, shocked at everything that has just transpired.
Michael Myers: It will be my pleasure to end your career. You’re living on borrowed time. And your due will be paid to the devil next week!
The tron goes blank once more and the flames die out. Bryant and his posse stare in disbelief for a moment and then quickly head to the back.
Daniels: Can you believe the turn of events for Jordan Bryant?
Masters: He’s beaten senseless by Myers previously. He loses his match tonight to Havok who could very well be the next contender. His title is stolen. And now he’s put on notice by the masked stalker.
Daniels: The odds aren’t looking too good for Bryant. And what’s up with Wright and Jigga stealing the title?
Masters: I think it’s quite humorous myself. Right about now JB has to decide which is more important. Getting his revenge or getting his title back. Beating Myers, or taking a chance on Myers jumping him while he looks for his title.
The Winner of the bout... after the D.I.F.H.... JACOB HAVOK!!!!
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** TRIPLE THREAT MATCH: CAGE STRYKER vs. RONNIE McNEIL vs. ERIC COLLUM **
The lights in the arena go out and are replaced by multicolored flashing lasers and strobes. “Indestructible” by Disturbed hits the P.A. system and the fans boo loudly. Eric Collum comes walking out onto the stage dressed for competition in short wrestling trunks, knee high wrestling boots, elbow and knee pads, and a T-shirt. He continues down the ramp, his eyes focused on the ring. He ignores the fans on his way down, climbing the steel steps to the ring apron. He looks around the arena, and then steps between the middle and top ropes into the ring. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner and plays to the crowd, inciting more and more jeers. He takes his T-shirt off and throws it into the sea of fans before climbing down from the turnbuckle, only to have the shirt tossed back towards the ring. The lights return to normal and the music dies down as Eric waits in the middle of the ring.
Towers: “Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, ‘The Human Highlight Reel,’ ERIC COLLUM!
The crowd boos loudly as "Do You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell begins to play. As the song moves into the opening verse, Ronnie steps out from behind the curtain as he just stands there in his hooded vest, hood over his head, bouncing from side to side.
If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
He makes his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the booing fans that line the aisle.
If you come inside, things will not be the same
I've seen diamonds cut through harder men
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The coldest blood runs through my veins
Ronnie slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him, before stepping down, and leaning over in a corner.
Try to hide your hand
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The coldest blood runs through my veins
He takes the hood from off his head, and then takes the vest off completely, tossing it to the floor, awaiting the beginning of the match.
Towers: “Introducing next, from Birmingham, Alabama, ‘The Franchise,’ RONNIE McNEIL!!
"Ladies and Gentlemen ' blasts through the PA.
Jessica Towers: And hailing from Hollywood California...he is the California Dream...High Definition...CAGE STRYKER!!
After a few moments of the music playing, Cage has still not set foot on the ramp. His music finally dies out.
Masters: Awe, what's goin on with Cry Baby Stryker...he still whinin bout his loss to Jordan?
Daniels: Well, you have to admit Masters...that was quite an upset. I'm sure Cage is still trying to figure out where he went wrong. He had a flawless winning streak going till he faced Jordan again for contendership.
Masters: Psht...whatever. He's prolly ran home to mommy and daddy...
Daniels: Um...William...if you recall...a month or so ago...Cage's parents were killed.
Masters: Oh...right...
"Ladies and Gentlemen" hits the PA one more time, but this time...Cage answers the call as the fans erupt into cheers.
Cage: "YO YO YO!! HOW GOES IT ATLANTA!!!??"
The fans look to the entryway, but Cage is nowhere in sight.
Cage: Hey Wade...up here mang!
The spotlight searches the crowd and finally Wade Richards locates Cage among his people in the stands. He smirks and continues talking as the fans chant his name.
Cage: Now, I know you all were hopin to see me in action again this week...but unfortunately...do to unforseen circumstances...I am unable to compete this week...but rest assured, I'll be back in action next week...till then however, you can check out my beloved fiance...your NEW Queen of Combat...Sirena Starr...Friday night Assault!!
The fans begin chanting Sirena's name. Cage smiles at this, but then calms the crowd.
Cage: Now I didn't just come out here to sight see. I came out here for a couple of reasons. For one, I wanted to see how it felt to be a fan...you know...watch the action from their point of view. And I must say, I think they have the best seats in the house.
The fans cheer more and more.
Cage: Another reason...in all truth...the two boys in the ring right now...they seem to be havin...well...a lover's quarrel of sorts...so in past experience...I find it best to stay out of the way of those...it's like trying to jump in the middle of a cat fight...and trust me...that's never pretty. So...I think those two guys have some issues to sort out...they don't need a third wheel in their way. So, enjoy your alls one on one...and don't even try to pull that...'you were scared of me' bull shit Ronnie...I've defeated you how many times now...including that one time you gave me 'gold' to work with.
The fans laugh at Ronnie's expense.
Cage: Now Collum...you did give me my second legitimate loss here...and I do hope we work together again sometime, but for now...you got the gold headed eraser head to worry with right now. Give em hell Eric.
Fans continue to cackle as Ronnie seems to get furious in the ring.
Cage: Cool your jets goldie...my beef isn't with you right now. Will meet again I'm sure. Anyway, no...my beef actually lies with your new Mr. TV. I'm not going to even go into the Michael Myers thing...I'm just gonna lay it out straight forward.
At the mention of Jordan...the fans have mixed reactions.
Cage: Here it is...right now...we are 2 to 2. You've won twice, I've won twice...and in all truth, I think we owe the fans 1 more time...1 final match to prove who the better man is among us. And I swear to you and all my fans...if I lose again...that's where I will end it. You will no longer have to worry about me gunnin for you. Our war will be over. I am cashing in my rematch clause...which is my right as former champion. I don't want it this week...I don't want it next...Extreme Intervention would be the ideal place...however, other plans are in the making for that. So here it is...one more time...Mr. TV Jordan 'The Baller' Bryant versus Cage 'High Definiton' Stryker...one on one...TV Title on the line in Wichita, Kansas...October 2nd. And like I said...if I lose...then I will accept you as the better man and continue on with other CzW plans.
The fans explode as Cage smiles. He looks out to the crowd and smiles.
Daniels: Well folks, you have heard it here...all or nothing Cage wants one more shot at the TV Champion Jordan Bryant.
The bell sounds and the match begins.
Collum and Ronnie don’t seem to have too much of an issue settling this one one-on-one as they make their way to the center of the ring, trash-talking eachother. They lock up and Collum takes control, pulling Ronnie into a side headlock. Ronnie eventually shoves him off and into the ropes. He hits the deck as Eric steps over him and then leapfrogs Collum on the rebound. As Eric makes his way back, McNeil goes for a hiptoss, but Collum lands on his feet, taking Ronnie down with an armdrag! Both men up and Collum rocks McNeil with a dropkick, knocking him into the turnbuckle. Eric charges in but Ronnie counters with a back-body drop, sending Eric to the outside! Collum lands on the apron and readies himself as Ronnie walks away from the corner, assuming that Eric has been taken out. As ‘The Franchise’ turns around, he’s taken down with a springboard dropkick! Collum stays on the attack, dropping a leg and getting a cover!
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Ronnie now getting frustrated and he pulls Eric up, and sets him up for a German suplex! Eric rolls over Ronnie’s shoulder and lands on his feet behind him! Ronnie whirls around and Collum catches him with a spinning heel kick! Both men are down! Slowly they make it to their feet, Ronnie up first. He leaps up out of nowhere! FLAWLESS! NO! Eric held onto the top rope and Ronnie crashes to the mat all by himself! Eric quickly springboards off the middle rope, landing a quick moonsault! No cover! Collum going up top now, signaling for the Aerial Revolution! He leaps but Ronnie moves! Amazingly Eric senses the danger and only completes half the rotation, landing on his feet! Ronnie up, but Eric is ready! Boot to the midsection!! He sets him up for Collumbine! Ronnie struggles and somehow wiggles free, falling to his feet suddenly and quickly rolling Eric up! The ref starts to make the count as Ronnie sneakily puts his feet up onto the middle rope!
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Ronnie rolls to the outside as his music begins blasting! Eric is up and visibly upset, but Ronnie raises his arms high, staring back at him as he backpedals up the entrance ramp! We get another shot of Cage Stryker, clapping from the audience with a grin upon his face.
The Winner of the bout... "THE FRANCHISE" RONNIE McNEIL!!!!
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TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen... in respect for those who lost their lives on Sept. 11th, 2001... here is U2 performing "WALK ON!"
The crowd cheers
-=-=-=-=-=-=- ** ATLANTA PARKING LOT BRAWL: "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY vs. "The Voodoo King" THANATOS **
We go backstage for the Parking Lot Brawl between CZW Global Tag-Team Champion ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey, and ‘The Voodoo King,’ Thanatos. Both Covey and a referee are standing in the designated area, but no Thanatos. The ref looks a bit creeped out, but Covey just looks angry as always. The lights suddenly begin to flicker and then fade out for a brief moment, cutting back on and revealing Thanatos standing right behind Covey. ‘Bad Ass’ suddenly whirls around instinctively, throwing a right cross, but Thanatos blocks it and wraps his arm around Matt’s barring and trapping it in his armpit. He drives an elbow to the skull of Covey, followed by a second, and then DROPS ‘Bad Ass’ with a clothesline, breaking the arm-bar!
Thanatos starts to pull Covey up by his hair but Matt knocks his hand away, driving up with a headbutt to the chest! Covey up to his feet and he rocks Thanatos with a hard right, then grabbing him by the head and slamming him hard right onto the side of a Subaru Outback! Matt winds up and throws a haymaker, but Thanatos moves! Covey’s hand smashes through the driver’s-side window and he instantly recoils in pain, blood running down from his knuckles! Thanatos measures him up and charges in with a dropkick! Covey is launched onto the hood of the car and slides to the other side. He recovers well and moves to his feet on the other side. Thanatos leaps onto the hood and kicks Covey SQUARE in the jaw, causing the whole garage to echo! Thanatos jumps off the hood towards a staggering Matt Covey and connects with a flying headbutt! Covey goes down and Thanatos goes for the cover!
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Thanatos again pulls the hit-and-run tactic, climbing up the ladder on the side of a tour bus! Covey gnashes his teeth in frustration and gives chase. As soon as Thanatos makes it to the top, Covey is able to pull his ankle out from under him, knocking him down long enough to make his way to the top of the bus. The two instantly begin brawling atop the bus, with Covey getting the upper hand! He drives a knee to the gut of Thanatos and sets him up! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!! NO! As he lifts him up for the powerbomb, Thanatos drops to his feet in front of him! He scoops up a surprised Covey into a body slam and drops him back onto his feet with an inverted facelock! ABYSS!!! NO!!! Covey powers him up over onto his shoulder and lunges forward with a powerslam! THEY CRASH THROUGH THE ROOF OF THE BUS!!! The ref rushes over to the entrance of the bus where the two men lie in a heap, Covey is atop Thanatos! The ref makes the count!
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Matt Covey wins! A vehicle pulls up to a screeching halt and the whole Covey clan comes pouring out! Jigga pulls ‘Bad Ass’ out from the wreckage and Mikkel shoves the ref aside and hauls Thanatos out, wrapping his hands around his throat! Suddenly realizing what is happening, ‘Bad Ass’ pushes himself away from Jigga and yells for Mikkel to stop. Everyone, Thanatos included, look at Matt somewhat confusedly before Matt grins at Thanatos, blood seeping from a wound on his forehead, and begins to slowly clap, applauding ‘The Voodoo King.’ Slowly, one by one, the other Covey’s all join in. Thanatos stands up straight, eyeing the group somewhat suspiciously as we go to a break. The winner of the bout... "BAD ASS" MATT COVEY! -=-=-=-=-=-=-
CZW presents... it's ninth pay-per-view... live from Memphis, Tennessee... EXTREME INTERVENTION!!
with the Lostprophets' "Wake Up (Make A Move)" as its theme song
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
"The Voodoo King" THANATOS -vs- "The Sensation" JESSE MONTANA (c)
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~~ WAR ZONE vs. ASSAULT FIVE MAN TAG TEAM MATCH ~~
(CAGE STRYKER, RONNIE McNEIL, ERIC COLLUM, EDDIE ROWAN & JORDAN BRYANT)
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TEAM ASSAULT
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-=- HELL IN A CELL MATCH -=-
"The One Man Riot" ALAN FISCUS -vs- "The Living Legend" BIG NASTY
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THE EL PABLO / JENA CYDE WEDDING w/ EP'S BEST MAN BEING... "BAD ASS" MATT COVEY!!
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-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=-
"Faithless" MIKE MONROE -vs- "The Phoenix" MIKE KING
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-=- HARDCORE TAG TEAM TRIPLE THREAT MATCH -=-
TIM TIMMONS & CARNAGE -vs- TOTAL MAYHEM -vs- ROB WRIGHT & LEO CROW
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~~ QUEEN OF COMBAT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH ~~
SIRENA STARR -vs- CAMERON -vs- TATUM REGAN -vs- ALISHA WYLDE -vs- MELISSA LOVELACE -vs- BRENDA VIXEN
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-=- 'ODD COUPLE' SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
ANGEL SUICIDE, JODY BREEZE & JACOB HAVOK -vs- BIG DADDY BROWN, COREY JACKSON & BRIAN BLAZE
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-=- FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH -=-
BRIAN KIRKLAND -vs- JIGGA C. -vs- DUSTIN DAVIS -vs- a *MYSTERY OPPONENT!* -=-=-=-=-=-=- - The camera fades into a dark room. The room is lit by an assortment of candles. The candles all red or black and burning an intense flame. As the camera pans around the room, We see a figure standing in front of the wall that is flaming in the symbol of Anarchy. As the camera zooms in on the face of the culprit, we see the tips of his hair an array of colors, from red – blue – purple. The figure turns and looks into the camera. The only abnormality on the figure is his face paint that is red with a large smile, the paint is runny and faded and his eyes burn red piercing the soul of the viewer. The silence is quickly broken. – “For those of you who don’t recognize me, it’s time that you take notice… and for those of you that do recognize me… It’s time to lock your doors. Realize that in the past few months, I have been away… Away taking care of some… How do you say… Personal matters. However, Now is the dawning of an era… no no… The rebirth of an era… An era that once controlled more than cZw… it controlled life. The words Anarchy have been thrown around… Now is the rebirth… The true Anarchy… The Pure Anarchist…. The multi-time World Heavyweight Champion is back… It’s time for the reign of Anarchy to resume… It’s time for the cZw to once again fall into the grasp of my hand… “ - The camera has finally found a good angle to capture the face of the “Anarchist” before us. The face is revealed to be non-other than Matt Stylez… The Serial Thriller… The Anarchist… The two time World Champion. – “The day has come that the phoenix rise from the ashes. That Matt Stylez resumes his roll at the top of the food chain. Jesse Montana… Your days are marked… but don’t worry… You can continue to prance around claiming you’re the best in the world… Next week… The Pure Anarchist will resume his in-ring competing. Next week… It’s to be known that Matt Stylez… The Pure Anarchist… will be competing in a very “special” match. Let’s just say that it’s time to…. Re-introduce a little…. Anarchy….” -Stylez begins laughing as he ducks his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. He brings his hands up forming an X in front of his chest. He “cuts his throat” with his thumbs, his head rising showing the intensity on his face. His arms stretch out as he continues to laugh and all the candles blow out in unison, leaving the room cold and dark… Except for the flame burning on the wall in the symbol of “Stylez Anarchy”- -=-=-=-=-=-=- ** SINGLES MATCH: "The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO vs. "The Sadistic Solution" ALAN FISCUS **
A hush descends over the crowd as the lights go out, leaving the arena in total darkness. The opening riff to "Been Training Dogs" kicks in, with bright white spotlights switching on and off in various places across the arena, keeping time with the beat. As the drums kick in, a huge wall of pyro shoots up from the stage, and El Pablo steps out to huge cheers from the crowd, dressed in his ring gear with dark sunglasses on his face. He stands on the stage for a few seconds playing to the crowd, before bounding down the ramp towards the ring, but suddenly he is attacked from behind by ‘The One Man Riot,’ Alan Fiscus!! Syd and Steph follow a ways behind, carrying both Global Tag-Team Championship Title belts.
The crowd boos loudly as Fiscus stomps at El Pablo, kicking him while he is down! He pulls Pablo up and drags him to the ring, rolling him in under the bottom rope, a sinister grin on his face. Alan moves over and pulls a table out from under the ring and slides that in. As he goes to climb into the ring, Pablo has recovered and he catches Fiscus off-guard with a baseball slide! The crowd leaps to their feet with resounding cheers! Fiscus down on the outside and Pablo moves to the corner, running up and tight-rope running the top rope, leaping off and down upon Fiscus, both men crashing to the floor!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Slowly Pablo gets up and pulls Fiscus to his feet, whipping him into the steel stairs!
THUUUUNK!
EP feeds off of the energy of the crowd, moving over to Alan and lifting him up rolling him into the ring and following suit. He hops to the top turnbuckle and waits, Fiscus slowly getting to his feet. Pablo leaps and catches Alan with a top-rope bulldog! EP with the cover!
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“BOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Fiscus takes just a moment to compose himself and then grabs Pablo and hooks in an inverted facelock, quickly dropping to one knee, and driving his other knee into EP’s spine! Alan now moves to the table and begins to set it up! He does so and then moves back to El Pablo who has gotten up to a knee. Pablo counters with a gut-punch! And another! And a third! The crowd roars behind him as he gets to his feet and hits the ropes for momentum! He comes back leaping with a flying lariat, but Alan ducks, pulling the ropes down and letting Pablo fly over to the outside! Again the place fills with boos as Fiscus gets back up and moves to the outside. He grabs a chair and tosses that into the ring. He then moves to EP and picks him up, whipping him hard into the barricade! He then goes and picks up the large section of steel steps and raises them high overhead! The crowd jeers him loudly as he moves towards EP, but Pablo reacts first, kicking Alan square between the legs! Fiscus’ legs buckle and he falls to his knees, the stairs falling from his grasp and ON TOP OF HIM! He lies, clutching his head and groin in pain!! EP grimaces in pain but rolls into the ring and grabs the chair that Fiscus had tossed in. He moves back to the ring apron and raises it high as the crowd cheers, and then he leaps!! STEEL ELBOW TO THE OUTSIDE!! BOTH MEN LIE IN A HEAP!!
Minutes later and EP is finally starting to stir, pulling himself up with help from the guardrail as the crowd chants his name! He drags Fiscus over to the ring and rolls him in, sliding under the rope and making the cover!
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PABLO MOVES!!!!
The fans cheer loudly as ‘The One Man Riot’ crashes and burns onto his own steel chair! They will EP to get back into the fight as he struggles to get to his feet! He looks to the crowd, and then back to the table that still stands set-up! They roar in approval and EP slowly drags Fiscus towards it. He place him slowly onto the table and then makes his way to the top turnbuckle, clearly in pain! He makes it to the top and looks to be going for the Pablo Splash! Just as he prepares for lift-off Sydney Vicious jumps onto the apron, grabbing Pablo’s foot! The crowd buries her with heat as she keeps him tied up, and suddenly and with NO remorse EP looks to have had enough! He spits on his hand…
SLAAAAP!!
The entire arena erupts as EP BITCH-SLAPS Sydney, knocking her off the apron! He prepares to jump again, but this time it’s Stephanie who stops him! He doesn’t even wait this time.
SLAAAP!!!
Another slap and another bitch goes down! Out of nowhere, though, Fiscus pops up from the table and hops to the second turnbuckle! He grabs EP and…
OVERTHROW FROM THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The arena is filled with deafening boos as Fiscus falls over EP!
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Fiscus rolls away slowly, and his red-cheeked valets rush to him, holding their faces. They carry the Global belts with them as the trio makes their way back to the back. Pablo pushes back the referee as he moves to attend to him, slowly pulling himself from the wreckage of the table on his own, the crowd cheering for him as he makes his way slowly to his feet. The Winners of the bout... after a top-rope Overthrow through a table... "THE ONE MAN RIOT" ALAN FISCUS!!!! -=-=-=-=-=-=-
Alan, Sydney, and Stephanie have just come from the stage through the curtain, into the backstage area. Alan looks roughed up, but smiling at his victory. Each woman is griping about EP for slapping them. Suddenly they are stopped in their tracks by a large, dark figure.
VOICE: "Fiscus."
It is Thanatos, the Voodoo King! Alan looks surprised, but interested. Each woman looks scared out of their mind.
ALAN: "Thanatos."
THANATOS: "I come to you, as I have a proposition. As you are aware, I have a CZW World Heavyweight TItle shot in 2 weeks against one of your most hated rivals, Jesse Montana. He has his new System of Supremecy group that I also have to contend with. I expect some under-handedness to go down. I come to you, to enlighten you. Thanatos desires to join your Anarchy Rising."
Alan nods, smiling, as he understands.
ALAN: "So that you've got someone to watch your back the next couple of weeks and during the match... nice, Thanatos. I admire that. And I also admire your skills in the ring. So let me tell you what... Thanatos, in the Anarchy Rising? Consider it a done deal."
Fiscus extends his hand out for a handshake, which Thanatos doesn't immediately respond. Alan gets a weird look on his face, as Thanatos slowly raises his hand and they begin to shake hands. Both men have a sick smile on their faces and stand there looking at each other for a moment. They begin to walk off together, with the ladies reluctantly tagging along a few feet behind them. As they pass a corner, someone else walks by who is on a cell phone. It is none other than CZW Head of Talent Scouting, "The FN Boss" TJ Hix
TJ: "Yeah guys, it'll be awesome to see you all again...I just don't know if CzW will be ready for a bomb like that. Yeah, I'll let BA know too. Alright...later."
The camera stops following him, as he shuts his phone and continues to strut down the hallway. -=-=-=-=-=-=-
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
TOWERS: "And now for tonight's main event!"
The crowd pops
TOWERS: "It is a Red, White & Blue match, where one must be bloodied... and must be bruised... before the representive has to throw in the towel. Introducing first... being led to the ring by Ace King... from Beaumont, Texas... the War Zone GM... GREGORY GRANTHAM!!"
"Handslide" by Pushmonkey begins to play as the crowd mostly cheer. Out comes the former 'Graduate' and current War Zone General Manager, Gregory Grantham. To his left is current XTC member, Ace King. Ace has a white towel in his hand. Ace and Gregory bumps knuckles before walking down to the ring. The each pose as they enter.
TOWERS: "And his opponent... being led to the ring by his System of Supremecy partner Maynard O'Toole... hailing from Miami, Florida... the CZW World Heavyweight Champion and Assault GM... JESSE MONTANA!!"
"For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica plays as both CZW World Heavyweight champion and CZW Intercontinental champion come out. The crowd boo heavily. They do not care a bit. They both have confident smirks on their faces as they make their way down to the ring. They enter, and Maynard is handed a white towel of his own. Each representive leaves the ring and stand in their corners. The referee explains the rules and then calls for the bell.
DANIELS: "GM vs. GM, this is a mega match right here William!"
MASTERS: "And what a perfect what to cap off an evening where the next PPV's line up was announced as largely a War Zone vs. Assault affair."
The men lock up, and Jesse immediately nails Gregory with a knee to the gut. He does it again. He then lands lumbering blows to the back of Gregory's neck, bringing him to his knees. Jesse goes to the ropes, but Gregory is back up and nails Jesse with a spinebuster.
The crowd cheers as Grantham picks Jesse up and irish whips him into a corner. Grantham comes running in, with a large lariat almost knocking Jesse out of his boots. Jesse falls down the mat, leaning back on the bottom turnbuckle. Gregory takes a few steps back, and plays up to the crowd who know what's gonna happen. Gregory takes off... and contacts with a stiff knee to Jesse's head in the corner!
MASTERS: "You can't do that to Mr. Montana!"
DANIELS: "The hell he can't! And look... Jesse's eye is swelling! He's been 'bruised' technically!"
The crowd is more and more behind Grantham and he picks Jesse up. He goes to irish whip him to the opposite corner. Jesse reverses! Grantham rams face first into the corner and stumbles out. Jesse then dropkicks Grantham in the back of the head, sending him out onto the floor
MASTERS: "Ha! What a move by Montana!"
Montana checks on his swollen eyebrow, as it has gotten worse. He is pissed as he hops out of the ring and grabs Gregory. He slams him hard into the guardrail. He then kicks at him a few times before picking him back up. He grabs and pulls, sending Gregory right into the ring post.
BING!
DANIELS: "Oh! I can almost guarantee Jesse just evened up the odds, Gregory hit that post face first. Look! Indeed it did, Gregory's cheek bone shows a bit of swelling!"
Gregory flips and flops in pain as the referee verifies his swelling. Both men are now 'bruised'. Jesse smiles and jawjacks with a few crowd members before picking Gregory up. He goes to irish whip back into the guardrail... but Gregory reverses it! Jesse slams hard into and he cringes. Gregory stumbles over to Jesse and kicks him in the gut. He then picks him up in a fireman's carry.. and nails a Samoan drop onto the hard concrete floor!
MASTERS: "NO! Jesse's back could be broken now!"
DANIELS: "That was a insane thud, Jesse could be out."
Gregory takes the time to pull a table out from under the ring. He sets it up with one side on the guardrail, and the other on the edge of the ring mat. He then grabs Jesse and tosses him into the ring. He follows, picks up Jesse, and throws him to the ropes. He backs up and when Jesse rebounds, He back body drops Jesse over the top rope and into the table, destroying it.
CRASH!
MASTERS: "The Champ needs help! Someone call the medics!"
DANIELS: "Jesse landed funny, and a shard of that table cut into his upper forearm. He is now bleeding, meaning he can now be lose by the towel submission!"
Gregory goes out and picks Jesse up. Jesse is in a daze. Gregory tosses him back into the ring. Gregory then decides to go to the top rope, oddly enough. He is up and is waiting for Jesse to turn around. He leaps, looking for the flying double ax-handle, but Jesse punches Gregory in the gut! Both men stumble around and then turn about to face each other.
THWACK!
DANIELS: "Jesse with the Montana Express! Gregory falls backward, after the daylights just got knocked out of him!"
Both men are now laying on the mat. The crowd begins to chant "GG! GG! GG!" Jesse is up first, however. He walks over to the corner and removes the padding on the top turnbuckle, exposing the steel. He then grabs GG and drags him over to that corner by the hair. He then repeatedly slams GG's head into that exposed steel until GG's forehead begins to pour blood.
DANIELS: "And now they are even once again! The next and final stage.. whichever rep throws out the towel!"
GG falls down back to the mat. Jesse takes more time to taunt the crowd. He picks GG up and goes for a power bomb. but GG reverses it with another back body drop!
MASTERS: "Damn am I torn here... my boss or THE boss? sheesh."
DANIELS: "If you were wise, you'd be unbiased like you're supposed to be."
MASTERS: "Shut your pie hole."
GG picks up Jesse... and nails him with the 4.0! The crowd explodes in louder cheers. Both men are laid out yet again. This time, GG is up first. He picks up Jesse, knowing he can't cover him, and nails him with a headlock takedown. He slams him hard, and keeps on the headlock. GG yells over to Maynard to tell him to throw it in, but Maynard scoffs. GG then lets go and stands back, kicking at Jesse. He picks him and tosses him to the corner. He lifts him up on the top rope. He joins him, and they begin fighting back and forth.
DANIELS: "Both men teetering on the top rope here... it looks like GG is taking the upper hand."
GG takes charge and locks Jesse in position. He lifts up, and nails Jesse with a superplex!
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Both men are laid out yet again, before they begin to work their way back up on their feet.
As Maynard is watching the match, he doesn't realize that Thanatos has crawled from under the ring to the right of him. He slyly stands up, and faces Maynard. Maynard looks over to him but freezes like a deer caught in headlights. Thanatos starts chanting in tongues as he waves his open palm in a circle. Maynard suddenly appears in a trance. In the ring, Grantham slams down Montana. He locks in The Prosecutor, and Jesse wiggles in pain. He, however, is not submitting. Maynard, zombie-like, faces the ring and slowly lifts the towel up. He holds it in the air for dramatic effect. He then throws in the towel, and the referee is startled for a moment. He then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
TOWERS: "Your winner by way of the towel being thrown in... GREGORY GRANTHAM!!"
DANIELS: "Wasn't he just with Fiscus?"
MASTERS: "He creeps me out man, how did he get there?"
Grantham releases the hold, and seems confused. Jesse, in pain, is looking up and confused as well. Jesse spots Thanatos, and his eyes widen. Thanatos is looking very creepy, staring at Jesse with a smile on his face. He then yells out "A-GOONEY-GOO-GOO" and throws down something that causes an explosion of smoke to enclose him. When the smoke clears, Thanatos is no where to be found. Maynard snaps out of it, and looks around confused. Jesse, Gregory, the referee, William Masters, Jarred Daniels, and Maynard are all very creeped out and looking around at each other. Suddenly, a horrible laugh starts to echo throughout the arena --
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! 16 DAYS...
The Winner of the bout... after O'Toole threw in the towel... War Zone GM... GREGORY GRANTHAM!!!! -=-=-=-=-=-=- * cZw *
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