Razor and Blade are announced first, coming down to the ring with "One" by Metallica playing on the PA. The crowd boos. Then "Toxic" by Crazytown plays, and the boos turn to cheers. Out walks Mark and Jason, followed by their manager, basking in the reception. They run down to the ring, and all four men burst into brawl. After a few moments of insanity, somehow the referee calls for order. Blade and Mark go to their corners, with Razor and Jason going at it again in a re-match from Road To Glory.

Jason takes control quickly, grabbing Razor in an arm-wringer and then quickly chaining the move into a hurricanrana! Black grabs Razor and hurls him into his corner, following in with a quick lariat, tagging in his brother Mark. Toxic whip Razor into the far side and take him down with a double hip-toss! Mark hops up and nails a standing moonsault! Cover!

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Mark pulls Razor up and works him over with a few forearm shots, and whips him into the ropes. Razor surprises everyone by springing off the middle rope and catching Mark with a fast tornado DDT!! The fans applaud his athleticism as he rolls to his corner, tagging in Blade. Blade springboards into the ring quickly, landing on Black with a frog splash!!

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They stalk down towards the ring, and Mark and Razor look at eachother in confusion. Exitium dash into the ring, springing up quickly, Mortius driving Mark Black to the mat with a huge lariat, and Akumas taking Razor out with a big boot!! Mortius grabs Jason Black and Razor, and Akumas takes Mark and Blade, the two monsters holding the other four by the throats!! DOUBLE-DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!! Exitium raise their arms and gouts of flame spew from the ring posts. The house lights cut out once again, and when they return, the champions are nowhere to be seen. Helpless, the referee calls for the bell. This match has been declared a no-contest!!

-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
VLAD VALO vs. MR. KILJOY

These men look like they should be on the same side, not fighting each other. Each man with a sinister grin on their face, waiting to cause pain and punishment. The bell rings, and they go right at it. Kiljoy takes control and throws Vlad to the ropes... heavy Spinebuster! He goes for a pin.

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Kiljoy argues with the referee’s count and then grabs the ropes, dropping a series of knees over the head of the newcomer. Kiljoy whips Vlad to the turnbuckle and charges in, only to be met with Valo’s massive boot! The clown staggers back and Vlad steps in, drilling Kiljoy with his studded gauntlet to the face! Kiljoy crashes to the floor and Vlad picks him up…BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Vlad with the lateral press!

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Kiljoy barely able to kick out of that pin attempt. Vlad stands, lifting the clown by the throat. He hefts him up for a chokeslam, but Kiljoy reverses it into a HUGE DDT!! Mr. Kiljoy rolls out onto the apron, scaling the turnbuckle. He leaps off…LEG DROP CONNECTS!! Kiljoy now with an adrenaline rush. He gets up and appeals to the crowd, laughing maniacally!! Suddenly, the lights go out again!! When they return, Akumas stands right behind Kiljoy, who glances around with a spooked look before turning…INTO A HUGE CHOKESLAM!! The lights cut out again and just as suddenly, come back on, and the monster is nowhere to be seen! The entire attack happened so fast that the referee didn’t even notice! Kiljoy is trying to fight to his feet as a somewhat perplexed Vlad Valo gets to his feet. He glances around and then, with a slight head shake, grabs Kiljoy and PLANTS him with the TERMINAL SLEEP!! He rolls over onto Kiljoy, hooking a leg!

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-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
FDF (Funk & Haye) vs. THE KAIJU WARRIORS (Sawyer & Kong)

Good to see some old school CZWers back in action, and from the looks of it, stronger than ever on both sides. Kong and Haye start this match off, and they go back and forth from powerhouse to technical, respectively. Haye takes charge and goes for a flying cross body, but Kong catches him in midair. Heavy bodyslam! The cover.

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Kong grabs Haye and drags him to the corner, tagging in Godzilla Sawyer. Kong keeps Haye on the mat while Sawyer falls with a headbutt right to the chest! Sawyer now locks in a nerve hold! Haye struggles as SJ cheers him on from the far corner, and eventually Haye is able to struggle free, rolling back and kicking at Sawyer with both feet, knocking him back! Both men up quickly and Haye catches Sawyer with a dropkick, rocking him! He hits a second and then hits the ropes, landing a third, finally knocking the bigger man down! Haye with the tag to Funk who rushes in, SHINING WIZARD! He covers Godzilla, hooking the leg!!

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Funk presses the attack on Godzilla Sawyer, rocking him with a series of elbows, then hits the ropes, going for a lariat. Sawyer ducks and lifts him up for an atomic drop, instead pitching Funk forward and driving him back-first to the mat!! The fans on their feet at the competetiveness of both teams! Suddenly a stage-pyro goes off, and Exitium once MORE walk out onto the stage, glaring down to the ring! They begin to stalk down slowly as Sawyer drops a knee down hard onto the face of SJ Funk. As Exitium near the ring, Kong hops down off the apron and cuts them off, the three goliaths standing stoically in the aisle-way. Kong strikes first, nailing Mortius with a hard right and then a deceptively fast back elbow to the head of Akumas! The fans go nuts as Kong gains the upper hand! Sawyer hurls Funk into the corner and looks to be going for the Atomic DDT!! He hesitates, just now seeing the altercation on the outside of the ring, and the delay costs him as Haye hits a step-up enziguri, springing off the middle rope! Sawyer is dazed and Funk lifts him with great effort out of the corner…THE FIRE DANCE CONNECTS!! Funk with the cover!!

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The match is over and Exitium have finally overcome Kong on the outside, dropping him with a double Irish whip into the barricade!! Quickly, the two monsters dart into the ring, and F.D.F. pounce on the attack, the fans cheering them on. Exitium quickly over power the other two winded men, driving them to the ground with stereo CHOKESLAMS!! Sawyer gets to his feet slowly, and Exitium flank him, each pulling a member of F.D.F. to their feet. They whip Funk and Haye at Sawyer, all three men colliding, but then follow it up with simultaneous big boots to F.D.F.!! Funk and Haye’s heads snap back, SMASHING into Sawyer’s!! All three men collapse in a heap as Exitium glare down at them. Flames once again burst from the ring post, leaving the entire arena in darkness as the flames recede. Yet again, the two are gone when the lights reappear. These two are out of control!!

-= HISTORY OF VIOLENCE =-

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MAIN EVENT NORTH AMERICAN TAG TITLES MATCH
Nigrescence & Thanatos -VS- The Five Star Gamblers (Ace & EP) (c)

Originally aired 07/17/08
Oklahoma City, OK

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TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event!"

Crowd cheers

TOWERS: "This is a tag team match and it is for the CZW North American Tag Team Titles!"

Crowd continues to cheer

TOWERS: "Introducing first...."

"This House is Haunted" by Alice Cooper begins to play as the lights dim out and smoke fills the wrestler's entrance ramp

TOWERS: "Hailing from Chicago and weighing in at 185 pounds... he is the stuff nightmares are made of.. THANATOS!!"

Green spotlights focus on the curtain as a light smoke billows, surrounding the entranceway. Out steps the shadowed Thanatos, and green flames light up the entire walkway down to the ring. Thanatos moves slowly, but steadily, keeping his eyes fixed on the ring ahead. He is wearing a tattered, hooded black cloak, and underneath, black shorts and boots. The flames die out, with the music, and the lights come back to normal as Thanatos enters

TOWERS: "And his partner..."

Eerie classical music plays as the crowd mostly boo

TOWERS: "Weighing in at 275 pounds... he is the Mayor of Parts Unknown... NIGRESCENCE!!"

The creep lumbers out from behind the entrance, staring out into the crowd with a madman's eyes. He runs down to the ring and slides in, immediately heading to a corner to sit down and rock back and forth.

TOWERS: "And their opponents.. the CZW North American Tag Team Champions... Ace King and El Pablo... THE FIVE STAR GAMBLERS!!"

The crowd cheers loudly as The Tea Party's "The Writing's On The Wall" begins to play. Both XTC members come out, and hold their tag belts high in the air. They pose for a moment and then each drape their titles on their shoulders, walking to the ring. They get in, keeping their eyes on their opponents, and pose each at a turnbuckle

DANIELS: "This is an exciting match up here, William, Team XTC versus two of the bizarrest superstars War Zone has ever seen!"

MASTERS: "Yes, indeed.. I like the pairing of Nigrescence and Thanatos, they might just take those belts away from Ace and Pablo here tonight."

The bell rings, and both teams discuss strategy. Ace and Thanatos are the two going to start this one off.

DANIELS: "Ace King, former Intercontinental and former World Heavyweight champion, has grown accustomed to having gold around his waist. Thanatos is a hungry, fresh superstar looking to build on his own legacy."

Both men lock up, and neither take the immediate advantage. Thanatos tricks Ace and nails him in the ribs with a hard knee lift. He then chops Ace. Again. He backs him to the ropes and sends him on his way. Thanatos goes for a clothesline, but Ace ducks it. Ace on the rebound.. flying forearm!

MASTERS: "I'd be scared to death to hit that man, NOW how is Ace going to sleep at night?"

Ace is up and grabs Thanatos. He whips him to XTC's corner, and tags in El Pablo. As Ace holds Thanatos' arm in a lock, El Pablo shows his skill by jumping on the top rope, walking a few feet to reach the middle, and jumping down on Thanatos with a clothesline.

DANIELS: "Such skill from the Five Star Superstar!"

MASTERS: "Yeah, yeah. Rave still thinks he's a Mexican, ya know."

El Pablo takes control and wrings the same arm Ace had locked up. As he turns it, though, Thanatos pokes him in the eyes. He then grabs EP and body slams him hard. He goes and tags in Nigrescence. Nigrescence springboards in, nailing an elbowdrop to EP.

MASTERS: "Wow, didn't see that one coming."

Nigrescence picks up EP and locks in an abdominal stretch. After only a few moments, however, he turns it over and grabs EP's other hand and slams him down with a pumphandle slam. He goes for the cover.

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DANIELS: "Good move there, going for the cover. How badly does this team want the gold?"

MASTERS: "With these freaks, who knows... I sure wouldn't want to be on their bad side though!"

DANIELS: "Perhaps you should refrain from referencing them as freaks then?"

MASTERS: "Oh yeah."

Nigrescence picks up EP, but EP surprises him with a forearm to the face. Another one. EP runs to the ropes, and jumps up at Nigrescence, twisting him, and nailing a corkscrew monkey flip. Both men stay down for a moment, but the quicker EP is up first. As Nigrescence stands up, El Pablo grabs him and nails him with a Twist of Fate. He goes for the cover.

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DANIELS: "Ace isn't taking too kindly to that though!"

Ace hops into the ring and tries to intervene, but the referee stops him. With the ref's back turned, Thanatos blatantly kicks El Pablo square in the groin. The crowd gasps as El Pablo falls back down. Thanatos goes back to his corner, and Nigrescence crawls over. The ref turns around just in time to see the tag.

MASTERS: "That's my kind of guy, this Thanatos knows an opportunity when he sees it!"

Thanatos grabs EP and nails him with a powerful choke slam. He goes for the cover.

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Ace King's turn to break it up!

MASTERS: "Get that Gambler out of there, he's not the legal man!"

DANIELS: "You're supposed to be unbiased here, William."

MASTERS: "There's not a racist bone in my body!"

DANIELS: "That's not... nevermind."

The ref does, however, focus on getting Ace out of the ring and Ace is pissed. Thanatos seizes another opportunity by trying to choke the life out of El Pablo while the ref's back is turned. He lets go right before the ref sees. Thanatos then picks up EP and slams him into a neutral corner, hard enough that EP holds the back of his neck. Thanatos comes running in.. but EP moves at the last moment, and Thanatos slams into the corner face first! Thanatos stumbles backwards and EP nails him with a neckbreaker. The crowd is totally behind EP as he crawls over to Ace... and makes the tag!

DANIELS: "King is HOT!"

MASTERS: "You do think so, don't you!?"

Ace comes in and levels Thanatos. Nigrescence comes in, but gets levelled too. Back and forth, Ace punches them both. Ace grabs Nigrescence and tosses him out of the ring, and onto the floor. He grabs Thanatos and nails a DDT. He goes for the cover.

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DANIELS: "Thanatos kicked out!"

MASTERS: "Don't be too surprised, Ace isn't the golden boy you think he is!"

Ace stands up and runs to the ropes. As Thanatos is beginning to stand up, Ace comes crashing into him with a dropkick. EP surprises Thanatos as he was on his back, with a springboard senton out from Team XTC's corner. EP rolls out of the ring. Ace goes for another cover.

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DANIELS: "Blast!"

Ace stands up, and chops the hell out of Nigrescence a few times. Thanatos is up and forearms the back of Ace's head. He then nails Ace with a back suplex. Thanatos then, surprisingly almost, climbs to the top rope with a rather quickness. He leaps, and he NAILS Ace with a flying headbutt! The cover!

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DANIELS: "ACE KICKS OUT!"

MASTERS: "I'm surprised too, that flying headbutt was a thing of beauty!"

Thanatos tags in Nigrescence. He picks Ace up in a torture rack, and Nigrescence goes to the top rope..

DANIELS: "What are they doing.."

Nigrescence leaps and nails an elbow onto Ace, twisting him out of the torture rack and onto his belly. The ref tells Thanatos to leave the ring. Nigrescence picks up Ace and nails a double arm DDT. He then locks Ace in a rear naked choke. The crowd is frantic as the ref asks Ace, but Ace says no. Slowly, he arm drops. The ref holds up his arm once..

Flop

DANIELS: "This can't be good."

The ref lifts him his arm a second time.

Flop

MASTERS: "Ha ha, The Gambler is about to lose all his money!"

The ref slowly raises Ace's arm a third time and... Flo---NO!

The crowd flips out as Ace's arm stays up and begins to shake

DANIELS: "YES!"

Ace somehow finds the strength to stand him and Nigrescence up. He elbows Nigrescence in the chest. Again. Again, and it breaks the hold. Ace runs to the ropes and clotheslines Nigrescence so viciously that he almost comes out of his boots. Ace then runs and knocks Thanatos off of the ring apron. Ace goes and tags in El Pablo. Ace lifts Nigrescence up.. and slams him back down hard with a violent German Suplex. EP has climbed up on the top turnbuckle..

DANIELS: "Is this!? I think it is!"

MASTERS: "I'm afraid you're right... moron."

El Pablo leaps up and NAILS the Pablo Splash! He covers Nigrescence as Ace looks out at Thanatos who is still down on the floor, but standing now.

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DANIELS: "The Five Star Gamblers retain the belts!"

MASTERS: "Lovely."

Ace and El Pablo are handed their belts and they celebrate in the ring. "The Writing's on the Wall" is playing over the PA. On the outside, Thanatos is furious. He starts yelling out at Ace and EP in some strange language that no one understands.

MASTERS: "What the hell is he saying?"

DANIELS: "I don't know, but I don't like the sound of it!"

Nigrescence rolls out of the ring, and Thanatos starts yelling louder, and more in a chant like mode. Ace and EP stop celebrating and look down at him. Thanatos raises his arms slowly, and his eyes begin to roll to the back of his head. Suddenly, the lights go out.

DANIELS: "What the!?"

MASTERS: "Holy mother of God what is he doing!? I can't see a thing!!"

The crowd is in a frenzy as flashes from cameras and cell phones are going off.

DANIELS: "Did you hear that? Something just happened in the ring! I can't see a damn thing."

MASTERS: "I didn't hear anything, shut up!"

The lights come back on, and EVERYONE in the arena gasp.

Ace King and El Pablo are laying in the middle of the ring, with their belts laying on their chests. Thanatos and Nigrescence are nowhere to be seen. Both Gamblers are unconcious and COVERED in blood.

DANIELS: "Holy Hell we need some medics down here!? What the hell did Thanatos do!?!"

MASTERS: "I-- I-- I don't know what to say!"

As the camera zooms in on the fallen XTC members, the cZw logo appears at the bottom of the screen. War Zone ends in a state of shock and worry.

-=- TRIPLE THREAT INTERNET MAIN EVENT -=-
MIKE KING vs. ROB WRIGHT vs. K.C. KASH

Mike King got the biggest crowd response coming out, as both Kash and Wright got mostly jeered during their entrances. This is a tornado match, so all three men are in the ring at the same time. Kash and King went right at it, and Rob mockingly lounged in the corner. Kash takes charge and nails King with a vicious kneelift to the gut.

Wright gets down and him and Kash team up on King. Double suplex! Kash goes for the pin.

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Kash gets up and shoves Wright, who instantly retaliates with a lariat, dropping Kash to the floor! Wright pulls Kash back to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, charging in and nailing a huge body-splash. Wright turns around as Mike King charges in, and sidesteps just in time as King drives his knee into Kash’s face! Wright grabs King in a sleeper, and King struggles, finally lurching forward and driving Rob’s head to the top turnbuckle! King recovers, and busts Rob’s chops with the Badd Co. Combo! Wright hits the mat after the huge roundhouse! Kash hits King from the back, drilling his forearm into the lower spine. Kash with a full-nelson slam!! Wright is back up, and Kash goes for the superkick, but Wright catches the foot and kicks K.C. square in the groin!! King is up, and he charges at Wrigth, going for the Metallica Kick, but Rob ducks, pulling the rope down, and King sails over!! Rob pulls Kash to his feet and poses briefly before DRILLING him with the WRIGHT STUFF!! Wright with the pin!!

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Wright has done it! His music plays as he begins to celebrate, only to slow down to a crawl as the lights flicker again! Once they resume, Exitium stand in the ring, both holding him by the throat! DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!! The fans boo furiously as the two giants stand tall in the ring. Suddenly, the familiar tune to Unleashed President, Michael K. Farley plays, and he walks out onto the ramp, completely livid.

Farley: “ENOUGH!! I don’t know what your problem is, but the two of you have completely ruined this show!! You need to stop this madness!!”

Mortius demands a mic, which is placed in the ring. He picks it up, glaring back at Farley.

Mortius: “Is that so? Well, unfortunately for you, that won’t be happening!! As long as we’re here, we do what we want, WHEN we want, and to whomever we want, and that includes each and every one of these fools, as well as YOU!!”

Farley slowly grins. “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

Suddenly, without warning, Both members of Toxic come charging out through the curtain! The fans cheer wildly as they charge the ring, sliding in under the ropes. They begin brawling with Exitium, who quickly begin gaining the advantage. Within seconds, the crowd cheers even louder as the ENTIRE Unleashed card begins charging down! The Kaiju Warriors, Razor and Blade, Vlad Valo, F.D.F. and Mr. Kiljoy, all racing down! Mortius and Akumas are still able to fend the mass off as suddenly Idolized hit the scene as well! They dive into the fray and finally the numbers catch up to the dark ones! The fans are loving it as the mob assaults the two, each man stepping in to take his shots! Sawyer with a huge headbutt, staggering Mortius back only to be bashed in the face by Vlad’s gauntlet! On the other side, Mike King is back in with a Metallica Kick on Akumas, spinning him violently around right into a double dropkick from Toxic! Kiljoy with a spinning heel kick on Mortius, finally knocking the big man down! Idolized drop Akumas with a footsweep/lariat combo! The fans cheer as figures climb each of the turnbuckles! Sawyer and Kong as well as Rob Wright and Mark Black. The Kaiju Warriors come flying off with their dual headbutts, shaking the ring with the impact! Mean while, Mark Black hits the Toxic Spin, and then moves for Rob Wright’s Wright Flight!! The monsters are down and out! We see another shot of Farley on stage with a wide grin on his face. He ponders a moment, as if an idea has just struck him, and he nods to himself, heading backstage. Unleashed goes off the air as the mass in the ring appeals to the crowd, amidst a sea of ‘CZ-DUB’ chants.

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After the show went off air…Mike King was left in the ring with Rob Wright, KC Kash had just made his way to the back, cameras now roll as it shows what happened…

As K.C. Kash is making his way to the back, Tim Timmons and Psyko Steve come running down to the ring. They slide in the ring leaving Mike King alone in the ring with all three members of The Next Generation. Rob looks over at Tim, and they both nod their heads. Rob then looks over at Psyko Steve, and tells him to attack Mike King. Steve runs at King with an attempted clothesline, but Mike ducks and Steve hits the ropes. Steve turns around...only to receive a clothesline form Mike sending Steve over the ropes.

Mike turns around into a kick to the gut from Tim. Rob backs into the corner as Tim pulls Mike to the middle of the ring. He lifts King in the air...and drops him with the T-Crusher. As Mike's head bounces off the mat, Psyko Steve makes his way back into the ring. As Steve walks over towards King...the cameras cut to outside the Beautiful Agony locker room, where someone has barricaded the door. Cameras cut back to the ring as Steve drops Mike with The Psyko Slam. Rob looks down at Mike then leaps to the top rope. Rob mouths off to the crowd for a minute then flies from the tope rope and hits King with The Wright Flight. As Rob gets up clutching his ribs from the impact of The Wright Flight...Two men are shown bringing a casket to ringside.

The men line the casket up with the ring...open the lid, and then leave. Rob tells Steve to pick King up. Steve walks up to Mike and starts to lift him. As he does...Time walks up behind Steve and hits him with a devastating release German suplex. Once Steve hits the mat, Rob walks up to him and starts putting the boots to Steve. Tim soon joins in as the two are relentless in their attack. Rob picks Steve up talking trash in the process. Rob sets Steve up...and drops him with The Wright Stuff.

Rob and Tim roll Steve's lifeless body into the casket. Rob goes to close the lid, but Steve punches him in the stomach. He lands a couple more punches before Tim starts to nail Steve with a series of hard rights to the head. Tim goes to close the lid, but this time...Rob stops him. Rob then starts to deliver a series of rights to Steve's head. When he is done, Rob slams the lid closed, and Tim locks the casket. Both men start to push the casket down the aisle. The cameras fade as Rob and Tim push the casket behind the curtain into the backsatge area.

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Overdrive begins with flashbacks of famous matches, the big time superstars all connecting with their finishing moves as the theme tune blasts out. Suddenly the cameras cut to inside the Jack Steven’s Center as the music is drowned out with explosive fireworks and the incredible roar from the passionate CZW fans inside the sold out arena. The cameras swirl around the center showing fans who all fight for attention as their faces get plastered on Live television. The cameras soon sit steadily as they focus in on the Overdrive CZW Commentators, Jarred Daniels and William Masters.

Daniels: Hello, what an atmosphere we have inside the Jack Steven’s Center here tonight, Overdrive is brought to you from Little Rock, Arkansas. And we come off one hell of a Pay Per View, Road to Glory 2 breaking any ratings CZW has seen before. We crowned a new X Division Champion, we saw Covey turn on his best friends in the Whole Damn Show, we witnessed one of the greatest and most enthralling main events to ever be seen, the second edition of the Tower of Power, miraculously won by the 2008 winner, now 2009 winner, and NEW World Heavyweight Champion, Ace King.

Masters: Yes that was more exciting than a night with Jessica Towers, and trust me, she can be very exciting when she wants to be. But it wasn’t all fun and games as the end of the show saw a heinous and despicable crime, one which Jesse Montana will punish we can only hope and prey.

Daniels: Yes as much as I despise Karl Jackson, and I have my reasons for that, I never want to see a man get harmed in a way in which his life and career could be at stake. Lets take you all back to the events we witnessed as Road to Glory 2.

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- The fans hardly know what to do anymore, neither does Ace. Both men crawl to the wall, now looking down at the World Title as they both have a surge of energy, Shawn up, Ace up, both men go for a right hand as Ace hits harder, Shawn comes back though with a boot to the gut, and quickly…

SHAWN GOES FOR…

BRAINWASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAIT-NO…ACE KING COUNTERS AS HE HIT’S A BACKSLIDE ON SHAWN.

- The crowd are now ballistic as Shawn turns around, Ace King lifts him up…

BLACKJACK BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Towers: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE TOWER OF POWER CHAMPION FOR 2008 AND 2009...AND YOUR NEW CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…ACE KING!

Masters: What a performance from both men, they made the other contenders look like losers, what a performance.

Daniels: I wish there were no losers for this match, everyone in the math deserved a taste at the best damn piece of gold ever.

Masters: But only one can and that is the Former IC Champ Ace King.

Daniels: Former?!

Masters: Montana will do the right thing and strip him of the IC title.

Daniels: Well who knows, all Ace King and all these people and all around the word, we know that next week will be just as insane, with all the answers. But as Ace raises the World Title into the air, we must close the event. Look at the balloons and fireworks William.

Masters: Anyone would think the Queen is arriving for goodness sake.

Daniels: What a Pay per View, congratulations to everyone apart of it, and folks at home, we’ll see you next week.

Masters: I hate these damn balloons.

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After the show ends, the cameras cut backstage into the parking lot. Only one man can be seen at this time and that is the highly disappointed former World Champion, Eric Collum, who lost 25 minutes ago to Shawn Waters, in the Tower of Power match.

Collum strides towards his car, his duffel bag on his shoulder, however OUT OF NO WHERE a car comes screeching down the path as Collum drops his bag and begins to run off. The car is too fast and is in hot pursuit if him, showing no mercy. The camera doesn’t show the assailant, however there intentions is clearly to take out Eric Collum.

As Collum has no where else to go, he quickly dives to one side and amazingly manages to avoid getting hit. But then the parking lot door opens again as out walks Karl Jackson, probably at the worst possible time ever. The CAR COMES HURTLING TOWARDS HIM…

CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everywhere goes silent as Collum runs up to the Jackal. The car in he meantime reverses and accelerates off, leaving the scene in a bad way.

WE NEED EMT’S…WE NEED DOCTORS QUICK MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The voice of Collum echoes down the long parking lot scored, leaving just him and a broken and injured Jackal alone.

The scene fades leaving the drastic scene behind…

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Daniels: As you saw, Ace King overcoming all the odds and retaining his Tower of Power trophy, but just moments later, in the backstage parking lot, I guess the driver was trying to take out the former World Champion Eric Collum.

Masters: And the Jackal got in the way, but I don’t care who the driver was aiming for that night, Eric or Karl, that son of a bitch will pay, I can promise that, you think Montana will just let that happen to one of his own?!

Daniels: I hate to think what kind of a mood Montana will be in here tonight, of course we will hear from him later on in the show, his big announcement should be interesting.

Masters: Naturally Jarred. Also we have another edition of Testing the Waters, check this out Jarred, Ace King the new World Champion will be his guest, I hope Shawn grills him after what Ace did to him last week?

Daniels: Yeah, Shawn and Ace of course the finalists of the Tower of Power, situations could explode here in that ring, with those two guys inside. We also see a tag team match, featuring the Whole Damn Show representatives, Fiscus and Rowan. With what happened last week, Covey basically selling out and aligning with Montana, will this WDS team be at their best?!

Masters: In my mind Jarred, without Covey in the Whole Damn Show, there is no show, he made them, he destroyed them in one night.

Daniels: And they face XTC members and new team, El Fuego, simply meaning, the Fire.

Masters: Damn Mexicans. OH WAIT…I know who this is…

Daniels: And so do these fans by the sound of it.

The crowd is in an uproar as Jesse Montana appears on the stage, decked out in a three piece suit and his hair pulled back into a tight, yet clean looking ponytail. He parades a sarcastic smirk towards the fans as he marches down to the ring.

Daniels: The fans aren’t feeling our General Manager here tonight. Listen to that chorus of boos!

Masters: Bah! Imbeciles. All of them. Jealousy is an ugly cologne, and these people are drowning in it!

Inside the ring, Montana politely holds out his hand as Jessica Towers hands over a microphone to him. The intensity of the jeering calms slightly as Montana begins to speak.

Montana: Well, well, well… Here we are once again. And by “here once again” I mean myself, Jesse Montana, standing in the middle of a CZW ring after another victory I promised to achieve. After all, if nothing else, I am a man of my word. I told you fools that I would not only come out on top in my match against Maynard O’Toole, but I also told you that I would once again shock the world. And of course, I delivered on that promise.

The crowd erupts once more, their cries of hatred carrying across the arena.

Masters: For the love of all that is trailer trash… Will someone shut these people up? I’m trying to listen to the boss!

Montana: But enough about me and my accomplishments. I mean, I could go on for days and days, gloating and holding my victory above all of your tiny and repulsive little heads, but I’m sure you’ve all become well accustomed to that by now. It wasn’t all good last week for me…Jackal…I hope your watching this now and I hope your doing well, I just want to let you and everyone know, that whoever was stupid enough to take you out, they will get punished…no they will get tortured. I am going to talk more about that later on, and let you all know who did that despicable act because trust me, I know who it was!

Daniels: What?! How does Montana know who did that?

Masters: Worried are you Jarred? Worried that Montana may have found out it was YOU behind the wheel?!

Daniels: Me?! I was sitting here right beside you all along you fickle fool…

Masters: I don’t know Jarred, I have heard that you mix with people in high places…

Daniels: You’re an idiot William. If it’s anyone around here with a record of vehicular assault it’s Montana!

Masters: Don’t even go there and cover your tracks…no pun intended.

The fans are cheering at the sound of Montana’s distress over his partner, Karl Jackson. Montana interrupts getting frustrated.

Montana: Besides, I’m out here tonight to drop one more bombshell on the CZW world. And so, without further ado, I present to you, my guest at this time… “BAD ASS” MATT COVEY!!!

“Mein Herz Brennt” by Rammstein and t.A.T.u begins to play, steadily climbing up to the thunderous climax in the intro. Upon the climax, an explosion of black and white pyro bursts forth from the Combat-tron, littering the stage as Matt Covey emerges through the curtain. His hair is noticeably short as opposed to his former long locks, but the trademark stubble still covers his face. The familiar sight of the burning cigarette hanging off the end of his lip is present, as well as a forty ounce malt liquor clutched tightly in his right hand. The crowd begins to boo and hiss at his presence, but he ignores them as he so often does. A few signs in the crowd repeat the same message of “Why Bad Ass?”

Daniels: I have no idea what this is about, but I believe we’re about to get some answers for once! They owe us that much!

Masters: They owe you nothing, fool!

Daniels: So you’re saying you don’t want to know why Matt stabbed his friend Maynard O’Toole in the back?

Masters: Oh. Well… Yes. I’d like to know exactly what was going on in that man’s head.

Matt enters the ring, a cold and emotionless look on his face. His eyes trace Montana sternly as he tosses the last of the cigarette into the open beer. A grimacing look comes over Montana’s face as he watches Matt then take a massive swig from the beer before tossing the bottle out of the ring.

Masters: Wait… What’s going on here. These two look like they’re about to kill each other.

Daniels: I’m surprised as well, William.

Montana suddenly smiles and holds his arms out. Matt smirks and then embraces Montana with a hug in the ring. The crowd is now in a frenzied uproar, chanting “You screwed Mayn!” repeatedly. Montana then hands the microphone over to Matt…

Bad Ass: I screwed Mayn? Come on, sheep. You give me to little f**king credit. I believe the correct phrase you’re looking for, is “I screwed ALL OF YOU!” That’s right. I said it, and it’s about damn time we put this charade to rest. I’ve been hearing all this shit being talked. People wanting to know why I re-aligned myself with Montana. Well here’s the thing… I’VE BEEN WORKING FOR MONTANA THE WHOLE TIME! Since day one when he first bailed my ass out of jail and employed me here in the CZW.

Montana nods his head, silently mouthing the words “It’s true.”

Masters: Hah! I knew it!

Daniels: Oh you did not.

Bad Ass: Let’s take a trip back in time, shall we? The moment I switched brands, jumping from Assault to Warzone, everyone just assumed that my days of working for the president of CZW were over. That’s where all of you f**ked up. I’m a hired gun. Nothing more and nothing less. I was purposely sent to Warzone to deal with Montana’s biggest threat at the time, that being those chumps in XTC. And I did a hell of a job, if I do say so myself. What with humiliating El Pablo time and time again. To outshining the butt-f**king wonder twins, Fire and Ice, giving them the shortest title reign in recent CZW history! And let’s not forget how I played off of Ace King and Ruthless Aggressions emotions, turning them against each other while simultaneously driving the Gambler insane. Along the way, I formed a new generation of “The Whole Damn Show” and every one of you believed every lie I told you. You actually believed I was hand picking the best talent CZW had to offer, turning them into one unified cause of ruining Jesse Montana. That was f**k up number two. I handpicked the biggest threats to Jesse Montana, which in turn tore apart some of the lamest f**king stables I’ve ever seen, as well as lining up all of Montana’s enemies in one giant gift wrapped basket. Let’s go through the list shall we? I easily lured Eddie Rowan away from his former gay parade clique, realizing that if Rowan, Monroe, and wrist cutter remained tight, they might pose a future threat. Big Nasty was a special case. I realized that so long as he was placed under someone else’s thumb, rather that be Derek Damage’s or my own, then his threat was minimal at best.

Montana: He’s kind of like a dog, really. Keep his mind pre-occupied with some twat like Buck Evans and he’s off in his own little world, chasing his tail.

Bad Ass: True enough. Then there was Maynard O’Toole. I had to test your loyalty to Montana, Mayn. You should have been strong in your convictions. You should have had Montana’s back. But you did not. Upon first invitation, you jumped ship and never looked back. You disappoint us, Mayn. You really do. Bryan McNally just happened to come out of left field. His joining the band was never really planned. But at the same time, he’s currently indisposed of and serves no threat what so ever. And so we’ve come to my personal favorite… Alan f**king Fiscus.

Montana rolls his eyes at the mention of his greatest foe’s name.

Daniels: Don’t do this, Matt! You guys were like brothers!

Bad Ass: Alan… You’re a man after my own cold blooded heart. You’re insane. You’re psychotically driven to impulses of the hardcore variety. I can respect that. But even you were gullible enough to walk into my house of fire and deceit. And the sad part? You were the easiest of the bunch to recruit. All I had to do was raise a beer in the air and chant my dislike of Montana, and then you was right on board. Pathetic. And so I had done my job, gathering all of Montana’s foes into one group, waiting for the day Montana gave the word so I could pull the trigger on them. But something unexpected happened. Collum created a small force to try and take Montana out permanently. So, using the resources on hand, that being the Whole Damn Show, I went to war with Collum, all in the name of protecting Montana’s interests. And I succeeded at Stable Wars.

Daniels: What’s he talking about? Montana and Jackal ripped into him and Fiscus at the end of Stable Wars…

Bad Ass: Once Collum’s clan was dealt with. My focus reverted back to the sitting ducks within my clique. At the time, Montana hadn’t come back at the top of his game yet, so the charade had to continue. And it did that very night as Montana super kicked the shit out of both Fiscus and myself. Shit, thinking about it, I was tempted to get back up and ask for a second one. And so the game continued. Montana hit me with a car, Jackal tore into me frequently, and the whole time, Montana was raising his game, taking it to heights never before imagined. And that’s when Mayn hit me with the sledge…

Matt pauses and runs a hand back through his short black hair.

Bad Ass: Yeah… That’s when Montana decided enough was enough. It was time to pull the trigger, but not before he had the chance to set up the perfect situation. So Jackal and I were to go to war, resulting in me taking a dive and lying low for a month. Ace King wormed his greasy asshole way into the match, but regardless, the plan went ahead as scheduled. I hit my head, a little harder than I intended to, I admit. And so I sat back and waited for one incredibly boring, long as f**k month. And last week, the trigger was pulled. I mercilessly dropped Maynard on his thick f**king skull and dragged Montana to the victory.

Matt pauses again and grins, almost looking happy as he announces his next sentence.

Bad Ass: Hi. My name is Matt Covey…and I’m an asshole. I’ve lied to people. Betrayed people who thought they were my friends. I spit on the legacy of the Whole Damn Show, a stable I co-created years ago! I ruined lives and I screwed the system. Deal with it! Nothing has changed. I’m still the gun for hire. I’m still a whore for money. I’m still the biggest Bad Ass any of you are likely to meet in your lives. And I’m still the snake eyed son of a bitch that will tell you I’m going to beat the shit out of you, just before I do. Which brings us to tonight…

Matt’s snicker of a smile fades as he stares a whole through the nearest camera.

Bad Ass: Maynard O’Toole… It started with you, and trust that I am not done with you. Not by a long shot. But tonight… Tonight I have a different target in mind. Eddie Rowan. Tonight, you’re my bitch. And you don’t have to worry about me stabbing you in the back. No. I’ll catch you looking at me and then shoot you right between the f**king eyes! Fiscus, Mayn, Eddie, Nasty… Go ahead and take a bow, boys. The show’s over!

Matt suddenly throws the microphone at the commentator’s table, forcing Daniels to duck as the mic bounces where his head had just recently been. “Mein Herz Brennt” picks up once again as Matt and Montana exit the ring together, the crowd booing them once more as flying trash begins to litter the ramp they walk. Daniels recomposes himself.

Daniels: I don’t believe it! Matt Covey has been in Jesse Montana’s pocket all along! How dead inside can one man be?

Masters: I have no idea what you’re talking about, but this just goes to show how brilliant of a mind guys like Montana and Matt Covey actually have! They pulled the wool over the eyes of every fan, every superstar, and well…everybody!

Daniels: And now they appear to have their sights set on the Whole Damn Show.

Masters: Or what’s soon to be left of it. Ha ha!

Daniels: Well I guess it’s now time for our first match of the night to kick things off.

Jessica: Our first match is set for one fall, and…..

Suddenly Jessica is cut off by the sight of the TV champion, Ronnie McNeil. He’s walking out to the ring, title across his right shoulder, dressed not in his wrestling gear, but in a black pinstriped suit. He’s surprisingly on crutches, slowly and gingerly making his way down, then into the ring. He motions for Jessica to hand him her mic. As she does, Ronnie takes a look out over the crowd, seemingly in a trance of some sort, before beginning to speak.

RM: Wow….I never thought it would be like this. I really didn’t.

The crowd cheers a little, but are somewhat stunned by the sight of Ronnie on crutches, and not ready to wrestle.

RM: Brian Blaze…would you come out here.

Let me Entertain You starts to play over the sound system. It plays until the Let Me Entertain you has started to be sung. One that has been said a big explosion goes off on the stage. Then Mr. Entertainment appears on stage and lifts his hands in the air as sparks flows down behind him. He is wearing a long coat that has Mr. Entertainment written on the back. He enters the ring ignoring the peoples cheers or boos being focused for his match. Once he enters the ring he takes his coat off revealing black Wrestling pants with Brian written on one leg and Blaze on the other both in blue. Brian stares at Ronnie, not knowing if this is some trick or ambush.

RM: Brian, two weeks ago, I took this title from you, to hold it for a second time. Before that, I literally “took” it from you (laughing), and for that, I’m sorry. You beat me and King fair and square the first time, and I had no right to make you give me a match. I guess karma finally got me for some of the decisions I’ve made over the years.

Ronnie pauses, as if he doesn’t want to say something, but continues.

RM: After the PPV, I flew home. I wasn’t planning on it, but when the love of your life gets a rare week off, you go to her. Before I could step foot in my door, my right knee gave out on me. I was taken to the hospital, and after an MRI, it was told to me that not only did I tear my ACL, MCL, and PCL, I also needed micro fracture surgery to fix the other damage to my knee. Surgery for everything is scheduled for Monday morning, after I get back from here. It could take 18-24 months to rehab from all the damage. I look at that, I look at the things I’ve been able to, and not been able to accomplish here in CZW, and I think…..I can’t believe I’m about to say this.

Ronnie looks out over the crowd one more time….

RM: …but I am rejecting the option on my CZW contract, and I will not be returning for the near future. I’m not sure I want to call this a “retirement”, but unless things change, Road to Glory may very well be the last time I’ll ever step foot inside a wrestling ring as an active competitor.

The crowd is in shock at this announcement, as are the announcers, who look speechless.

RM: Brian…the board of directors granted me this request, and this is it, right here. As of this moment, you will be credited with a victory over me tonight, and you are officially the new CZW Television Champion. Good luck, and defend it well.

Ronnie takes the TV title from his shoulder, and hands it to Brian. Ronnie slowly eases down to the apron, and rolls out of the ring, picking up his crutches as he makes his way back down the aisle, not knowing when he will be seen again.

Daniels: My goodness me, emotional times for Ronnie and the whole McNeil family, that man has been here longer than I can even remember, being the first ever Television Champion in CZW.

Masters: Yeah but I guess his time has passed, it’s sad Jarred, but it has to happen to everyone eventually, and for Brian Blaze, it means, he is now a two time CZW Television Champion, so congratulations to him.

As Brian walks out, the fans cheering, some a little stunned still, Rob Wright suddenly appears on the top of the ramp as the fans begin to boo heavily. Wright makes no other movement than to smile and clap as Brian stands still, the TV Title wrapped over his shoulder.

Daniels: You really think Rob wants to congratulate Brian here?!

Masters: I doubt that very much, I dare say that he is wanting to be the first to issue a challenge to Brian, lets face it, a lot of guys will be thinking the same.

Daniels: Well, what a start to Overdrive we have already had, and still, out first contest is still to come, and it will be with you straight after this break folks.

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-=- DEBUT MATCH -=-
DANNY CALIFORNIA vs. PRINCE PUTEIS

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Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Dani California" by Red Hot Chili Peppers blares over the P.A. as Danny California walks through the curtain, a big applause for the unknown man looking to break into the CZW ranks. He walks down the ramp way towards the ring, climbing the steps, and awaits his opponent.

Towers: From Los Angeles California, at 6'1, weighing 255 Ibs, Please welcome, Danny California!!!

*Another solid round of cheers erupt again*

Towers: His opponent...

"Ambitionz Az A Ridah" by Tupac Shakur blares over the P.A. as "The Prodigium Prince Puteis makes his way to the ring as the crowd boo him, obviously noticing the Power Ranger outfit along with alot of mock laughter from the crowd as Puteis isn't quite clearly happy for the reception he is receiving. He walks down the ramp toward the ring, climbs up the opposite steps, and enters the ring looking over Danny California.

*Ding Ding*

Daniels: And this debut match is under way!

-Danny and Prince stand off, nose-to-nose. Danny throws the first punch, blocked by Prince! Prince returns the favor catching Danny square in the jaw! Danny attempts a European Uppercut, Prince dodges and hits Danny with 2 more punches! Prince irish-whips Danny to the ropes, Danny comes back as Prince leaps over Danny! Danny on the rebound comes at Prince with a huge clothesline! NOO! Prince countered it into a Powerslam! The Cover!

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Masters: Still too early in the match there "Prince".

-Prince picks up D.C, irish-whip again this time into the corner! Prince thinking of a running knee here! NOO! Danny moves at the last second as Prince hits his knee into the middle turnbuckle turning around into a swinging neckbreaker by Danny! Another Cover!

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Daniels: Close call there for California!

Williams: Rest in peace! simultaneous release!

Daniels: Will you put that Ipod away?!

Masters: Hey, i like Red Hot Chili Peppers alright?

-Daniels goes to say something but Prince and Danny are in a stalemate right now in a collar-and-elbow tie-up! Prince lifts Danny for a vertical suplex, Danny counters with a suplex of his own! Prince gets up rather quickly to take Danny down with a huge clothesline! Prince lifts up Danny once more, tosses him to the far ropes, Prince bending down for a back body drop but Danny stops right in front of Prince, high kick to the skull of Prince! Prince still on his feet as Danny springboards off the rope into a Hurricanrana onto Prince sending him to the outside!! Danny stands idly by as Prince recovers to see Danny leaping off the top rope springboard style with a clothesline but misses as Prince ducks at the last second!! Danny on the floor looking like he's in pain after that failure of a move. Prince breaks the count of 5 administered by the referee as Prince pulls Danny back into the ring! Prince grabs Danny, FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX!! NOO! COUNTERED BY DANNY INTO A REVERSE DDT!! Danny lifts Prince up into an Electric Chair then swings Prince in front of him - PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!!!! THE COVER!!!

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Crowd: That was Awesome! *clap clap clapclapclap* That was Awesome!*clap clap clapclapclap*

Daniels: This crowd is deafening after that terrific move by Danny California!

Masters: I wouldn't be surprised about that though, Prince is eager to win!

-As Williams said this, Prince catches Danny unexpectedly with a Reverse DDT ONTO HIS KNEE! Danny looks out of it as Prince goes for a cover hooking both legs!

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-Prince seems awfully frustrated after that as Danny tries to get to a vertical base. Danny uses the ropes for leverage when Prince pulls him in...PUTEIS PLUNGE!!!!

Daniels: What the hell was that?!?!

Masters: That's the move Prince calls "The Puteis Plunge" That deadly Fisherman's Buster!!!

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Towers: Here is your winner, Prince Puteis!!!

'Ambitionz Az A Ridah' by Tupac surfaces shortly after Prince's debut victory as he celebrates it by taunting to the fans.

Daniels: I'd be on the look-out for this man, he's sure got a bright future ahead of him in CZW!

Masters: Your damn skippy you inbred hippy! Prince sealed the deal on Danny California, thus proving that wannabes like Danny are not meant to be in this business PERIOD!

Daniels: You scare me sometimes William when you get like that. Anyway, lets see if we can top that opening contest, next up we have two CZW originals going at it…don’t go anywhere!

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"Canada's Finest" TIM TIMMONS vs. "Irish" IAN CHADWICK

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Jessica Towers: The following bout is scheduled FOR One-fall!

”I Stand Alone” begins to play, and the crowd immediately starts booing. Red and white strobe lights begin to spin around the arena, and Tim Timmons appears on the entrance ramp a few seconds later, appearing largely apathetic in the face of the demeaning crowd.

Jessica Towers: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 268 pounds, FROM Toronto, Ontario, Canada… He is “Canada’s Finest”… TIM TIMMONS!

Jarred Daniels: Well, Tim has certainly had a rough go of it lately, having been the first victim of Mortius in their Gauntlet Match a couple weeks ago, and he took another loss at the hands of Beautiful Agony at Road To Glory II. Now, he gets to tackle a fighting Irishman.

William Masters: Don’t worry about him, Jarred, because Tim will turn it around in no time at all, and that begins tonight.

Tim just casually walks down to the ring, continuing to ignore the Little Rock crowd, which has begun a rather intense “U-S-A! U-S-A!” chant. Tim climbs into the ring through the ring ropes, and he shouts obscenities at the crowd. “I Stand Alone” fades out, and there is a buzz throughout the arena as Tim begins to pace back and forth in the ring. After a few minutes, “Tubthumping” by Chumbawamba starts to play, and the fans go absolutely ballistic.

When the first chorus hits, the eponymous words “I GET KNOCKED DOWN” trigger a series of green and orange explosives, which go off uncontrollably on the entrance ramp. As the smoke clears, Ian Chadwick appears on the entrance ramp, surveying the appreciative Little Rock crowd. The ring bell sounds, and Jessica completes the introductions.

Jessica Towers: AND HIS OPPONENT, WEIGHING IN AT 201 POUNDS, FROM BUFFALO, NEW YORK… PLEASE, WELCOME BACK TO COMBAT ZONE WRESTLING… IRISH… IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!

The raucous applause for Chadwick quickly turns into a boisterous “WEL-COME BACK!” chant as Ian instructs the crowd to raise their drinks, prompting a huge ovation from the crowd as they raise their drinks almost in unison.

Jarred Daniels: What an unbelievable reception for the returning Ian Chadwick, William! I’m really happy that he came back to CZW, as are many Superstars in the locker room, as he was quite a popular guy.

William Masters: All of these people raising their drinks for Ian must be on their fourth or fifth already, because there’s no reason to be cheering the guy. He didn’t do anything when he was here, so why should we believe he’ll do anything now?

Jarred Daniels: That’s not a fair statement at all, William. Chadwick won the first-ever Money In The Bank ladder match, and he has made waves by making a challenge for the X-Title last week at Road To Glory.

William Masters: …And my point stands.

After slapping hands with a few fans lining the ring, Ian slides in underneath the bottom rope, and he pops up right in the face of Tim Timmons, a smirk on his face. Tim starts to talk trash to Ian as the bell rings to start the match.

Ian and Tim begin to circle the ring, with neither man taking their eyes off the other at any time. However, it is Tim who will make the first move, initiating a tie-up with Ian, using his size to his advantage in taking Ian down to the mat. However, Tim breaks the hold and dragon whips Ian across the ring. Ian flies across the ring, but he springs back just as quickly… AND IAN LANDS A FLYING CLOTHESLINE ON TIM!!!

Jarred Daniels: Certainly no ring rust on Ian Chadwick here, William. That was a great move from Irish Ian.

William Masters: That was a lucky break for Chadwick, Timmons was just testing him.

Ian quickly springs back to his feet after landing the clothesline, and he has a huge smile on his face. Ian then goes to work on Tim, landing a series of jabs before driving a stiff left hand into Tim’s head. After that, Tim shakes Ian off of him, again using his size to his advantage. The “U-S-A!” chants start again as Tim begins to go to work on Ian in one of the corners, landing stiff left and right hands to Ian’s body, and he then thrusts his shoulder into Ian’s abdomen, pinning him to the turnbuckle. Ian rolls away from the turnbuckle, clutching his back, while Tim just soaks in the wave of boos that are coming at him, further infuriating the fans by playing to them.

Jarred Daniels: Oh, look at this cocky bastard, he thinks he’s got the match won already.

William Masters: He had it won before the bell rang tonight, so his confidence is completely legitimate.

Ian is wincing in the ring, but he doesn’t appear to be too impressed with Tim’s showboating antics in the ring, and he quickly scrambles to get back to his feet. Tim lunges forward in an attempt to spear Ian, but Chadwick is able to dodge Tim, and he gets himself set up…

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Ian goes for a cover on Tim, the first cover of the match…

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Ian sees an opportunity, and he slides down and locks in a triangle choke on Tim. The crowd is cheering madly for Ian, as they are eagerly awaiting the moment where Tim taps out. Drunken chants of “IRISH! IRISH! IRISH!” and “U-S-A! U-S-A!” ring through Jack Stephens Center simultaneously as Ian locks in the submission.

Jarred Daniels: Wow, Ian might be on to something here, it’s well-documented that Tim hasn’t exactly fared well when locked up in a submission hold.

William Masters: He’s going to get out of this, and he’s still going to win the match, I tell you.

Tim is yelling out in agony, as Ian continues to cinch the triangle choke to maximize its effect. Tim is somehow able to spin himself around so that he can get a foot on the bottom rope, forcing referee Danny Spade to tell Ian to release the chokehold. Reluctantly, he does release the hold, and Tim takes a few moments to regain his breath. Tim is still trying to catch his breath in the middle of the ring when Ian rushes across the ring, springs up onto the top rope, and the Irishman flies…

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DROPKICK MURPHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The impact drives Tim to the mat, and Ian is starting to taste blood. He looks down at Tim, and a huge smirk crosses Ian’s face.

Jarred Daniels: Ian Chadwick has been great so far in his return to a Combat Zone Wrestling ring, definitely sending a statement to new X Champion Cage Stryker here.

William Masters: Again, Ian’s just getting lucky, that Irish bastard. He’s probably got a pot of gold shoved up his a—

Jarred Daniels: *High-pitched voice* WOW, WHAT A CHEAP SHOT BY TIM TIMMONS!

As Tim was getting up after taking the Dropkick Murphy from Ian, Chadwick went for a scissor kick, only to take a punch in the midsection from Canada’s Finest, sending Ian plummeting to the canvas. Tim immediately starts to work on Ian, trying desperately to change the momentum of the match, hitting Ian with some solid punches to his head before Wyatt pulls Tim off of Ian. Tim is motioning for Ian to get up, and the fans are booing what they think is going to happen next…

Jarred Daniels: Here we go, is Tim looking for Extreme Impact here, perhaps?

William Masters: See, I told you that Tim would turn it around in this match, and here he is, ready to pounce on the rusty Ian Chadwick.

Ian finally gets up to one knee, and as he does, Tim tries to launch himself into Ian, going for the back cracker. However, Ian is able to shake Tim off of him, and he rolls away from Tim. Tim goes for a clothesline, but as he gets to Ian…

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Jarred and William: ONE PUNCH KO!!!

The crowd goes ballistic as Ian lands a stiff left hand to Tim’s jaw, effectively flooring Canada’s Finest, who is in a daze.

William Masters: This Canadian has officially been turned into bacon.

Jarred Daniels: You can kiss this match goodbye.

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Jarred Daniels: I thought Timmons was out of it, and now he has a cover of his own!

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Jessica Towers: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… CANADA’S FINEST…TIM TIMMONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bell rings, and the crowd boos wildly as Tim starts to celebrate in the middle of the ring. Ian gets up looking shocked as he rolls under the ropes and grabs a beer with the fans, sharing it as the fans seem excited for his return to the ring. Timmons leaves with a victory, however Ian stays at ringside as the crowd raise their drinks once more to salute the returning Ian Chadwick.

Jarred Daniels: Great match contested by two CZW Originals, if your watching in the back, that is how it’s done. Now then folks, we’ll be back straight after this, don’t go away.

William Masters: Raise your glass fool.

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"The Pretender" plays as Sirena Starr stands in the center of the ring. A wall of TVs are displayed in front of the entryway. Cage Stryker's Tron plays on them as Sirena brings the mic to her lips.

"HELLO LITTLE ROCK ARKANSAS!!"

The fans erupt.

"It is my pleasure to bring you all HD TV...X Rated!!"

The CzW Tron Shows Cage Stryker smiling and showing off his X-Title in what appears to be a darkened room.

"Hello all of my adoring CzW fans."

Cage points at his X-Title before continuing on.

"You all made this possible...you all made this happen...and for that, I will forever owe you a huge debt of gratitude."

The feed static’s out and goes off as the TVs displayed all of a sudden explode into a brilliant display of red and blue fireworks in a form of an X as Cage Stryker stands grinning amidst the TV wreckage. After the slight surprise the fans regain their composure and begin cheering their hearts out for their X Champ hero. He flips his hood off as he walks down to the ring to join the beautiful Sirena Starr. He rolls into the ring and begins working the crowd going from corner to corner showing off his X Title. He finally joins Sirena in the middle of the ring...and with a kiss, she hands him her mic. He smirks and looks out to the crowd.

"Heh, hopefully I didn't scare you all too bad."

He gives them a warm smile as they continue to cheer.

"Good. Well, as I said, I stand here now...before you as the BRAND NEW X DIVISION CHAMPION!! I came back with a plan...and I put it into action. And thanks to each and everyone of your alls support...and the support of my sexy wife...I made it happen. The legacy lives again...and hopefully this time I make it last. Thank you all. If it wasn't for that, I'd prolly still be pickin up my pieces still tryin to regain what I once had...but instead, I am a 2 time champion."

Cage stands and salutes all the fans and points and winks at them.

"You all are why I am here...and why I am successful."

Cage smiles again and gets ready to exit the ring, but then stops and comes back to the center.

"Oh yeah...before I forget. As the new X-Champion, I wish to put out a Stryker invitational. I welcome all the month long curse victims in the X-Division a chance of redemption. I welcome you all, next week, to meet me in this squared circle...a weapon of choice in hand. Then we'll face off, whoever makes the pin or submission will become my new #1 Contender. No, I don't have to be the one pinned or defeated. Now, if I'm the one to come out victorious, then I get to pick my new #1 contender. And when it's decided for us to face off for the title, I decide the match type. This challenge goes out to my two good friends from Beautiful Agony Mike Monroe and Jacob Havok. And yes, even you Mr. Killjoy...the man who I won this title from. Alright folks, well, this is Cage Stryker and Sirena Starr of HD TV, signing off. We're outta here."

'The Pretender' plays again as Cage and Sirena exit the ring arm in arm.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The OGT" MAYNARD O'TOOLE vs. "The Outlaw" BUCK EVANS

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DANIELS: Hello ladies and gentlemen, we are about to start the next match. We just saw a battle between Tim Timmons and “Irish” Ian Chadwick. Which, by the way, welcome back Mr. Chadwick.

MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, we still have a lot more show to include a huge announcement from our humble General Manager, THE SENSATION, Jesse Montana.

DANIELS: Wipe your lips off, William, you’ve got Jesse ass on them, seriously I think you missed a spot.

MASTERS: You shut your bloody mouth, Jarred. It would behoove you to do a little bit of ass kissing yourself.

DANIELS: Anyway, speaking of Jesse Montana, up next will be Buck Evans going toe to toe with the very man who was defeated by our General Manager, former world champion, Maynard O’Toole. So let’s go to Jessica Towers, in the ring.

TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is set for one fall.

“100% Cowboy” by Jason Meadows blares throughout the arena and the fans all cheer as Buck Evans makes his way out from the back.

TOWERS: Introducing first, from Algoma, Mississippi, weighing in at two hundred eighty five pounds…..THE OUTLAW….BUCK…..EVAAAAAANS!!!

DANIELS: Here comes the outlaw, Buck Evans and he looks very focused and not very happy to say the least and for good reason. Maynard was out here earlier, mocking the man and everything he stands for.

MASTERS: Well that may be but Buck is about to become Maynard’s first victim of the year, mark my words, Jarred.

DANIELS: Well Buck is in the ring and ready to go.

“Symphony of Destruction” blasts the speakers and the fans boo, massively as Maynard O’Toole makes his way out.

TOWERS: And his opponent, from Fayetteville, North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred sixty pounds….THE OGT….MAYNARD….O’TOOOOOOLE!!!

MASTERS: There he is, Jarred, the man that will destroy the outlaw.

DANIELS: Wait a minute, just last week you were bad mouthing this very man, now you’re kissing his ass?

MASTERS: Yes well, last week he was up against our general manager, that’s different.

DANIELS: Okay, Judas, whatever. Both men are in the ring, Towers gets the hell out of dodge, you could cut the tension with a knife. The referee calls for the bell and here we go. Both men lock up, each man trying to gain the advantage and Buck throws the first strike then Maynard. Each man exchanging blows now, Buck whips Maynard into the ropes, here comes Maynard on the rebound and Buck nails him with a brutal clothesline.

MASTERS: Come on, Maynard, get up. Buck picks Maynard up by his hair and drags him over to the turnbuckle and smashes his head into it and again and again.

DANIELS: Buck is pissed and he’s taking it out on O’Toole. Buck with another attempt but Maynard blocks it with an elbow to the midsection. Maynard grabs Buck and is now smashing his head into the turnbuckle. Maynard, with a show of strength, lifts Buck onto the turnbuckle, Maynard climbs up now and hooks Buck….SUPERPLEX! Oh my, what an impact.

MASTERS: I told you, Jarred, Maynard would take control and he is now and Maynard goes for the first pin attempt.

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DANIELS: That was close but Buck kicked out just in time and Maynard is arguing with the referee, bad decision by a former world champion, as Buck sneaks up behind Maynard. He spins him around and nails Maynard with a side walk slam. Buck stands back up and lands an elbow drop right into the chest of O’Toole.

MASTERS: Wow what a bloody brutal elbow drop by Buck. Buck picks Maynard back up and sets him up for a powerbomb, this could be the end for O’Toole but NO! Maynard reverses said attempt, he stands up and sends Buck flipping over his head.

DANIELS: Great reverse by O’Toole as he picks Buck up and lifts him in the air with a military press. WOW WHAT A SHOW OF STRENGTH! Maynard drops Buck and nails him with a modified spear. He calls that COLD AND UGLY and I can see why.

MASTERS: HAHAHA!! What a beautiful move that was and now Buck is laid out on the mat. Maynard drags Buck to the edge of the ring, Maynard climbs to the outside and pulls Buck out with him. Maynard whips Buck toward the steel steps but Buck reverses and launches Maynard right into the steel steps.

DANIELS: Buck grabs Maynard and smashes his head into the ring post. Buck attempts this again but Maynard blocks it with an elbow to the gut, he grabs Buck and smashes his head into the post. Maynard grabs Buck by his hair and walks him over and they are now right in our faces.

*Daniels and Masters stand up to get out of the way as Maynard tears the small TV’s out of the announce table*

MASTERS: KICK HIS BLOODY ASS, MAYNARD!

*Buck looks at Masters then slaps him across his face*

MASTERS: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL??!! KICK HIS ASS, MAYNARD!

*Masters looks at Maynard and gives him a nod but then Maynard slaps Masters in his face this time*

DANIELS: BAHAHA!!! You just make friends everywhere you go, huh William?

MASTERS: Shut your face, Jarred. Maynard is just mad because of that ass whipping he took from Jesse last week.

DANIELS: Well Maynard begins punishing Buck with vicious punches to the face. Maynard then grabs the cables from the televisions and wraps them around Buck’s neck as the referee argues with Maynard. Buck is trying to fight out of this horrible predicament.

MASTERS: He deserves every minute of this for slapping me in the face. Of course, so does that loser, Maynard O’Toole.

DANIELS: You know, I think I’m an O’Toole fan now. Anyway, Buck finally fights out of those cables with an elbow to the face of O’Toole. Buck drags Maynard over to the Spanish announce table, clears the table and picks Maynard up on his shoulders. This does not bode well for Maynard O’Toole.

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SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: AY DIOS MIO!! AY DIOS MIO!!

DANIELS: OH MY GOD!!! MISSISSIPPI TWISTER THROUGH THE TABLE! MAYNARD IS OUT!! Now Buck picks up Maynard lifeless body and some how, slides him back into the ring. Buck gets in now as he picks Maynard up….POWERBOMB!! OH WHAT AN IMPACT AND BUCK COVERS!!

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DANIELS: BAH GOD!!! BAH GOD, MAYNARD KICKED OUT!!! HOW IN THE HELL DID MAYNARD MANAGE TO KICK OUT???!!!!

MASTERS: I don’t know but Buck is …PISSED!! Buck goes on the offense, stomping the living hell out of Maynard now. Buck straddles Maynard and is punishing him with severe punches to his face, Maynard is busted open now as blood is pouring from his forehead.

DANIELS: I’d hate to be O’Toole right now, Buck is livid to say the least. Buck picks up Maynard and whips him into the ropes, here comes Maynard off the rebound, Buck attempts a massive clothesline but Maynard ducks and hits a desperation DDT on Buck. Both men are now laid out on the mat, lifeless.

MASTERS: Looks like they’re both finally stirring now, and Maynard lays into buck with a solid right hand! Buck retaliates! Manyard again with a right! Buck with a right of his own! The fans are getting into this one as O’Toole and Evans trade right hands! Buck rocks Mayo back against the ropes and snags him with a big SPINEBUSTER! Cover!!

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MASTERS: I can’t believe that! And neither can O’Toole!! Maynard up, pacing back to the corner, measuring up ‘the Outlaw.’ Buck slowly makes his way to his feet and Maynard with a charging CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!! Buck ducks!! SAMOAN DROP!! Both men down yet again!! What a contest!!

DANIELS: Buck is up first, pulling Maynard to his feet. He whips Maynard to the corner, but Maynard reverses! Buck almost crushes the ref in the corner, but he stops himself just in time! MAYO WITH THE ROLL-UP!!

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DANIELS: Maynard has done it!! Maynard ends his streak with a quick roll-up on the Outlaw!!

Masters: HA! About time!

Symphony of Destruction plays, the crowd booing the sneaky pin from Maynard. O’Toole rolls to the outside quickly, his hands raised up in the air as he grins, blood soaking his face. Buck angrily gets to his feet, pointing out after Maynard, yelling obscenities.

Daniels: Buck is in one bad mood now, I wouldn’t like to be his farmyard animals when he gets back home. Anyway, up next, I’m sorry to say is Montana’s big announcement, so don’t go anywhere, or make yourself a drink, this could be a long one.

Masters: How dare you bad mouth Montana’s big announce-

*Cameras cut to commercials*

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'In Ring Announcement' from the General Manager, JESSE MONTANA!

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“For Whom the Bells Toll” begins to play

The crowd immediately explode with violent chants towards the stage, streams of boos, even some abusive chants that can’t even be televised.

Masters: Oh is this really necessary, I mean this man should be respected, he should even be worshipped by these people…

Daniels: Yes William, sure. You know, if you could for once in your life take your head OUT of Montana’s ass and see the truth in the matter, maybe you would be joining these people in their negative reception for Montana.

Masters: Me? Join these cretins? That is almost laughable. Jarred, I am not saying Montana is perfect, he has made mistakes just like you and me…well…just like you have, however these people are taking it too far, this man is out here for their benefit.

Daniels: He is out here to cause more damn trouble, that is all this man is…trouble!

Jesse Montana arrives on the stage, a huge scowl on his face as he now shuffles up his suit, trying to look professional before walking down towards the ring. On his way, Montana looks to his right and sees a little kid with a shirt saying; ‘I ran over the Jackal’, Jesse Montana immediately reaches over and rips the shirt off the kid leaving him bare chested, then throws it on the floor as he stomps on it, the child’s Mother now I tears.

Daniels: This guy is a maniac.

Masters: He did that child a favor, he is teaching that kid some respect, and to wear a shirt saying that, that kid should be smacked red roar!

Daniels: God help your kids if you ever have any.

Masters: What?! You have heard I have kids?! Where?! I NEW THAT BITCH WAS NOT ON THE PILL.

Daniels: I was just sayi- never mind William.

Montana now climbs into the ring as Jessica Towers hands him a microphone, Jesse Montana wiping it on his shirt to make sure she had not dirtied it. As the music now fades, the arena is just left in a riot of passionate boos from the crowd. Montana places the mic up to his mouth, his eyes looking at each and every fan.

Montana: Look, I expect a little courteousy from you people…wait let me re-phrase that, I guess I never expected courteousy from a bunch of buck-toothed mucus spewing ingrates like yourself, but you know what, why not surprise me and shut the hell up.

‘You Suck Montana’ ‘Go and Die’ ‘Eat Shit’

Montana: Ah screw it, I have a microphone, you hairy Neanderthals don’t, so I guess I can just talk over you, and your just gonna have to sit back and listen.

Masters: Haha, he has a great point there Jarred…Jarred…Jarred?! Sit down you moron and stop joining in with the chanting.

Daniels: ‘Go and Die’

Montana: Last week we saw what can only be described as an act of cowardice, a thug like assault on one of the most gracious, technically gifted and damn right kind men this business has to offer. Karl Jackson innocently walked into the parking lot the night of Road to Glory, only to have some drunkard maniac run him over like a damn dog. I mean what kind of sick pathetic creature could just take a car…and run someone over like that.

‘Remember Zodiac…Remember Zodiac…Remember Zodiac…’

Montana: What?! Nah, I’m not understanding you lot, how about you take the hot dogs and greasy burgers out your fat mouths and speak properly. Trust me, when you get back to your little box like homes, and watch yourself on television, you know the ones you stole, your gonna be disgusted. Karl was a man of honor, a man who took this business to a new level while the Sensation was away. More importantly, he was my friend. So I would just like to issue this warning, and this goes out to every superstar in the back, every staff member whether you’re a commentator…Jarred…

Masters: Yeah, it was him Jesse, I have had that suspicion all week long…

Daniels: Would you just shut up.

Whether it was Jessica Towers…

Towers steps back now utterly intimidated as Montana scowls down at her.

Montana: Or whether it was even that mole infested disease like creature we have cleaning our toilets, damn that little rat gives me the creeps, it could have been any of you, and trust me, I am watching you all…and when I find out who it is, I am going to lock you inside a room with the Jackal and let him tear you limb from limb.

Jesse turns his angered like face and begins to smile as the fans continue to abuse him verbally.

Montana: Now then, on a brighter note, I have great pleasure of being the man to STRI our new WORLD Heavyweight Champion of his Intercontinental Title. I won’t make him come out here because that may be slightly embarrassing for you and all, but what I will say is this…

‘Jesse sucks…Jesse sucks…Jesse sucks’ ‘We love Ace King…We love Ace King’

Montana: WHAT I WILL SAY…thank you…Ace King, congratulations on the win at Tower of Power, you did a splendid job, but as we all know, you can’t hold two singles titles at once, so some time this week, I would like you to graciously hand over your IC Belt, leave it on my desk, and everything will be just fine.

Jesse now stares deep down the camera lens.

Montana: Of course you son of a bitch, if you want to play hard about this, and if I find out that you had ANYTHING to do with Karl’s assault last week, your not only going to lose that World Title you have just won, I will kick you out of my company faster than Krimzon Blaze can say…VIVA EL FUEGO!

‘El Fuego…El Fuego…El Fuego…’

Montana: You won’t be the fire, boy, you will be the FIRED!

Masters: Hahaha!!!

Daniels: You would laugh at anything Montana says wouldn’t you.

Masters: Nah, I only laugh at his jokes, when I laugh at you Jarred, it’s because I am feeling sorry for your mirror, hahahah!!!

Daniels: Stole that out of Montana’s joke book did we?!

Montana: Now then, I’m sure your all wondering what will happen to that IC Title which plenty of superstars will be wanting I am sure. NEXT WEEK…Justin Marsham…Buck Evans…Big Nasty…you guys earned your shots, you guys will get your shots, Triple Threat match for the Intercontinental Title, NEXT WEEK!

Daniels: Well that is a big match folks, finally those three guys get their chances at the Title Ace won so bravely.

Masters: He cheated to win it, now karma has come back to bite him.

Daniels: Cheated? Karma?! Go and put your head back up Montana’s ass, you do that so much you know his weekly meal pattern from smell alone!

Montana: Now there is another matter I would like to clear up. You people may not know this, I mean you hardly know your own kids names, your not gonna know this…Exitium…the team that assaulted me a few weeks back, and the team that call themselves Tag Team Champions, well I have had a few complaints about you guys. It seems my friend Mr. Farley is having a bit of trouble with you over on Unleashed. And quite frankly, I hate your damn guts! So next week, I was going to make a Tag team Title match between you and Idolized…but then I got to thinking, me and Mr. Farley, and we came up with something else. Sure. It will be Exitium and Idolized for the CZW TAG TEAM TITLES NEXT WEEK…But I have another stipulation…IT WILL BE FOR YOUR CAREERS!

Daniels: What?! He can’t do that!

Masters: He can, and it looks like Farley agrees too.

Montana: That is right, the team that loses not only loses a chance at Gold, whether it be the freaky giants or the would be models, the loses of that mach also loses THEIR JOBS…FOR GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘You suck!’

Montana: Hehe, yeah it’s great to be the General Manager here on CZW! But you know what really annoys me, even more than you petulant sheep, it’s this new Board of Director, and I can only believe that one man has employed this cretin, this irritating piece of crap that keeps getting in my way, and that person is pretty obvious, Brian Damage. You should have learned that you can’t beat Montana when it comes to waging war, you should have learned that after seeing Fiscus fall…Warzone fall…even your own crippled little daddy…you should talk to hi Brian, I’m sure he would talk sense into you. You see, any time I want, I could visit your paps, and I could give him that shove in the wrong direction and who knows what could happen to him…he is an old…ill…DYING…man, Brian, and I can make you the nex-

Suddenly Brian Damage walks out as he interrupts Jesse, the fans now bellowing out cheers for him as Montana jealously stares down at him.

Daniels: Thank goodness for this, I mean who does he believe himself to be, that he can talk about the founder of this company like that, an old man who is not at all healthy, talking to him and his son…

Masters: His son should step away and look after his father, this is Montana’s business now…

Daniels: It stays in the family, William, and Montana is just going to have to accept that rather than acting like a spoilt little rotten kid.

Masters: Watch your words Jarred, you heard Jesse, he has you on his top 5 for running the Jackal over last week…

Daniels: And he also accused Jessica and Ace King, we were all at ringside you buffoon.

Damage: Before you go any further Jesse Montana, I would just like to warn you, we can take legal action over a threat like that…and Jesse, with your criminal record, I doubt you want anymore blunders! Now I understand your friend was assaulted last week and we are looking into that, but you have to realize that I call the shots around here, and if I want to employ someone into the BoD Montana, I CAN DO SO WITHOUT YOUR BLESSING!

Montana: So your out here to tell me another ridiculous ruling from the BoD then are you?!

Damage: No sir, that is not why I am out here, in fact, the Board were quite satisfied by your actions this week, so Montana, you’re a lucky guy. But that doesn’t stop me…BRIAN DAMAGE…THE OWNER OF CZW…That doesn’t stop me Jesse to making a stipulation of my own. You see, your out here boring all these fans when all they want to do is watch the main event in peace, your making all these rulings that you and your tyrant mate Farley have cooked up, well how about I turn that around on you for a change…wooooooooooooo!!!

Montana: Oh be quiet you little brat, don’t try and be your father wh-

Damage: NO YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH FOR A CHANGE! This is my show Jesse, and I am gonna make a match for NEXT show. I saw your escapades at Road to Glory, you and Covey have your own alliance. Well I know three men in the back who would like…NO LOVE…to get their hands on you two. So NEXT WEEK…it will be the team of Jesse Montana and Matt Covey, against the Whole Damn Show, Alan Fiscus, Eddie Rowan and WOOOOOOO MAYNARD O’TOOLE…WOOOOOOOOO!!!

Daniels: WOO indeed, he can do it just as good as his old man, Brian Damage ladies and gentlemen.

Masters: If he is not careful, he will wind up like his old man-

Daniels: Careful William, remember what he said, legal action, no threats…

Masters: Damn this…and damn you Jarred…damn the whole set up…

Daniels: Well folks we will be back soon, but before we do, I can only say one more thing…

Masters: Don’t you dare you-

Daniels: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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CZW television comes back from the commercial break after the big announcements from the bosses of CZW. As it comes back from the break the scene transfers audiences to a hospital room. Subtitles indicate that the following scene was filmed earlier in the day. When the scene opens, the familiar and ravaged countenance of Justin Marsham is shown. He lays on his hospital bed, partially concealed beneath the white sheets, and barely awake. A ton of damage had been done to him during his Last Man Standing match and he has the wounds to prove it.

As the camera sweeps the room, another pair of individuals can be seen. Reva Douglas sits in a chair beside Marsham’s bed – her fingers playing through the pages of a Rolling Stone magazine. In a bed adjacent to Marsham is his agent, Solomon Black. Black – too – suffered at the hands of Chris Ross. He had been nearly drowned, but that was only at the end of a torturous month long ride. Yet, evidence shows, he survived.

When Marsham awakens, prying his eyes open, Reva is the first to notice. She shoots up from her seat and is at his side.

Reva Douglas: “Hey Justin! About time you woke up again. You keep dozing in and out.”

Justin Marsham: “I’m pretty—damn—tired.”

Reva Douglas: “Get all the sleep you need.”

Justin Marsham: “So, how bad is it?”

Reva Douglas: “Do we have to go through this every time you wake up? You’re fine. You had a total of nine lacerations across your back. Those are stitched up. You suffered a mild concussion. You complained of shoulder pain, but that’s just from the swelling. Doctor says that’ll be gone in a few days. As for the stab wound, Ross wasn’t a very good shot. He got you deep, but the Doc says you’re healing faster than he expected.”

Justin Marsham: “What about my foot?”

Concern overtakes Reva’s face.

Reva Douglas: “—what about your foot?”

Justin Marsham: “Did they ever recover it from Chris Ross’ ass?”

Reva and Justin both chuckle as his attempt at a joke issues from parched lips. He leans up in the bed a bit and glances over at Solomon.

Reva Douglas: “He hasn’t been awake yet. I don’t know what the word is yet.”

Justin Marsham: “I’m just glad this is all over. How did the rest of the night go?”

Reva Douglas: “Ace King ended up winning the Heavyweight Championship.”

Justin Marsham: “Oh, did he? What about the Intercontinental Championship?”

Reva Douglas: “Well, hopefully we’ll hear about that later tonight. I’ve got you all set up to watch Overdrive too, we are recording it all for you. So, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

Justin Marsham: “Have you eaten—or have you just been sitting there waiting for me to wake up?”

Reva laughs.

Reva Douglas: “I haven’t, but it’s not a big deal.”

Justin Marsham: “No, go eat. I’ll be fine. I promise I’ll be awake when you get back.”

Reva Douglas: “All right. Maybe I’ll be able to sneak you something when I get back.”

When Reva leaves, the cameras return to Marsham who simply sits idly in his bed. It is long before sound originates from beside him; and the sound of sheets slipping off the bed attracts his attention. He immediately looks to his left and spies his agent, Solomon Black, rising up from his bed. By some miracle, it appears Solomon has awoken.

Marsham tries to get out of his bed to greet Solomon, but he is stopped by a wall of pain. When he collects himself, questions start to surface. Marsham watches as Solomon stands from the bed and adjusts his crimson tie. He is not wearing a hospital gown, but a full suit. A smirk soon crosses Solomon’s lips and he directs his full attention upon his client.

Solomon Black: “Don’t get up. You need your rest.”

Justin Marsham: “—what? What happened to you? What was—“

Solomon interrupts the obviously confused Epitome of Technical Finesse.

Solomon Black: “Yes, I figured you’d have a couple questions like that. I was hoping to give them to you sooner, but that woman would just not leave. Listen Justin, whatever this seems like to you – that’s most likely what it is in some fashion or another.”

Questions strike! Was Solomon Black just playing along with Chris Ross? Solomon does not look scathed. Was he in any serious danger? Why was he playing “dead” in the bed beside Marsham and for how long? These ravage Marsham and the audience’s minds.

Justin Marsham: “You betra—“

Again, Solomon cuts Marsham off.

Solomon Black: “NO! Don’t even get that thought in your mind. You hired me to prepare you for your CZW rise to fame. You hired me to make certain you’d be ready to take on the task of winning that Intercontinental Championship. I told you months ago that in order to regain the infamy you once knew then you’d have to become the Justin Marsham you once were. I’ve seen the determined Justin Marsham become unrelenting. I’ve witnessed the vicious Justin Marsham clawing through this shell of a body. Justin, you’d never have been as ready as you are now, had I not been a little facetious.”

Justin Marsham: “So you worked with Chris Ross to—“

Solomon Black: “Not quite. Ross had no idea. You know, the guy looks and makes a complete fool of himself half the time – but he’s pretty damn intelligent. Granted, I didn’t put up much of a fight to escape. I needed the situation; and I need you to realize what was at stake. In the end, you did just as I had hoped. You may have shown the concern, but you did not rescue me. You refused Chris Ross’ offer and left me to die. That’s what I wanted. That’s what I needed to see. I needed to see how ruthless you would become.”

Marsham leans back, now just soaking in all that his agent says; and as the moments pass, everything becomes quite clear. It all now makes sense. Yet, as betrayed as Marsham feels, he recognizes the lengths Solomon went to shape Marsham – as unorthodox as they may seem.

Solomon Black: “Whether you realize it or not, you had become soft. This whole callous façade was nothing more than a charade. You were not centered. I could tell. I remember the old Justin Marsham. You would never have let Derek Damage order you around. You would have never sat idly by as Ross took everything you owned. No, you would have taken charge. You would have resisted his demands. You would have fed him his own lies and beaten the Hell out of him. You would have done everything you did at Road to Glory. That’s the Justin Marsham I know – and the Justin Marsham that I’m confident has returned. God rest the souls of anyone who stands in your way now.”

Justin Marsham: “I see.”

Solomon Black: “Don’t dwell on the method. Be thankful for what has happened and this gift I have given you. You are my client after all.”

Justin Marsham: “Let’s just hope all of this wasn’t for nothing. I should be in line to receive my shot at the Intercontinental Championship very soon.”

Solomon Black: “Your shot? How about your acquisition? So begins a new chapter of your life. Now, I have some additional duties to attend to. Just so that you are aware, I have no signed a contract with your beloved CZW as well. So, there’s no getting rid of me Justin. Just get well and I’ll see you when you get that title shot.”

Those are the departing words of Solomon Black as he leaves Marsham in his hospital room. The commentators can now be heard addressing the previous segment.

Jarred Daniels: “It has now become clear. Solomon used the situation – the feud – between Marsham and Ross to craft a more cold-hearted, unforgiving competitor from The Epitome of Technical Finesse. Black’s tactics at assisting his clients have always been known to be a little unorthodox – but his willingness to put his own life and safety on the line simply shows his own dedication to his work.”

William Masters: “I can’t believe it, but I’ve got to agree with you Jarred. Solomon Black is pretty damn deceitful, but it gets the job done. I don’t know how much information you have about him, but I’ve witnessed what Solomon is capable of doing for his clients. He has produced some great champions. Let’s see if Justin Marsham follows.”

Jarred Daniels: “Speaking of Solomon Black as well, he has officially be contracted by CZW. He will actually be writing a column each week addressing the CZW talent roster from his own perspective. I’m not sure what to expect, but from what I hear, his first issue is scheduled to be released this week after Overdrive some time.”

William Masters: “Well I cannot wait to hear what he has to say. I’m pretty sure I’ll pretty much agree with everything he says.”

Jarred Daniels: “I’m sure you will. Well, back on with the action. Not only that…but the MAIN EVENT!”

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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
(WDS) EDDIE ROWAN & ALAN FISCUS vs. (XTC) EL PABLO & KRIMZON BLAZE

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TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, up next is Saturday Night Overdrive’s MAIN EVENT…and it is scheduled for one fall…

‘Doomsday Clock’ by Smashing Pumpkins begins to play throughout the arena. The fans give mixed reactions, each cheer or boo loud enough to shake the Jack Stephens’s Center.

TOWERS: Coming out first, representing the Whole Damn Show, residing from Seattle, Washington and Wichita, Kansas…and at a combined weight of 447 lbs, The Rated E Superstar and the Sadistic Solution…EDDIE ROWAN AND ALAN FISCUS!

Eddie Rowan walks out first hyped up as the fans loudly either cheer or boo, Eddie Rowan soaking up the fans reactions as he begins to pose on the top of the stage. Slowly Alan Fiscus walks out, virtually looking like he could break down any second, his head drooping down as he looks at the ground, the sullen Fiscus now even giving a look up at the thousands of fans who are now on their feet. Eddie begins to gallop down the ramp, pumped up for the match, Alan however slowly walking down, his eyes still focused on the ground, stubble around his chin, his clothes rough looking. Eddie now begins to chat to Fiscus even though he hardly seems to be taking any notice of him.

Masters: He could at least smile, he is in the main event dammit.

Daniels: Well as we know, Fiscus hasn’t been the same since Road to Glory last week. His best friend turned on him, his group and everything they had stood for, and after hearing what Covey said earlier tonight, how can this man be in any mood to compete here tonight?

Masters: Well this is his first match since Volatile Day, so he better had snap out of his solemn state and begin to impress the bosses again.

Daniels: I doubt he really cares right now, William.

The fans sit looking confused by the state of the Sadistic Solution, the main chant though being ‘Covey sold out’. The fans quickly jump off their seats as the XTC logo appears on the titontron, then in a matter of seconds, the whole arena feel lie kit has exploded as ‘Rebel Rebel’ by David Bowie begins to play.

Daniels: What’s up William, you look just as down as Alan Fiscus right now.

Masters: It’s these fools called XTC, they make me irate Jarred.

Daniels: Just another reason why me and the rest of the World loves them.

TOWERS: And their opponents representing Team XTC, residing from Portsmouth, England and Detroit, Michigan…and at a combined weight of 420 lbs…The Five Star Superstar and the Aerial Specialist…EL PABLO AND KRIMZON BLAZE…EL FUEGO!

Masters: The good looking?!

Daniels: No, I believe that translates as just the Fire.

Masters: Oh I was going to say, if they had been the good looking, I would have sued them for stealing my nickname.

Daniels: People call you the good looking?!

Masters: Well…a few…most noticeably…

Daniels: Stevie Wonder?!

Masters: That’s not funny Jarred.

EP and KB jump out from the red and orange lighting, resembling a fire as both seem to be wearing masks, El Pablo his usual mask, Krimzon Blaze a similar style. The fans al rush to the guardrail as they walk down their, Krimzon taking his mask off and placing it on a lucky kid, EP now talking with the crowd. As they reach the ring, Eddie Rowan and Alan Fiscus make their presences known as they stand in front of them. EP and KB smile and just walk past, then climb the turnbuckles as the fans go crazy for El Fuego.

Daniels: The fearless fiery team of two of the greatest X Division superstars in CZW history.

Masters: Eddie Rowan is the longest reigning X Champion don’t forget that, and Fiscus, I think he may want to take out his pure anger in this match, hopefully on KB and EP.

Daniels: No doubt about that, although he hardly looks very enthusiastic about this contest. These fans are though as we are, and as both teams get ready, we get ready to call the main event of tonight’s Overdrive.

Masters: Should be a great match, Jarred.

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- Eddie starts the match for WDS. On the other side, El Pablo has decided to start, two men set to fight who met each other just one week ago in the Tower of Power round one match. The crowd get set for a high action duel. El Pablo and Krimzon start to clap their hands giving the fans enthusiasm to do the same, as a huge sound all around the arena blares over the ring as Eddie and EP finally lock up. Eddie quickly gets a hammerlock however EP does a forward roll, then a back flip on the spot, Eddie taken unaware as EP then hit’s a arm drag, all in one fast movement. The fans cheer as EP shows his quickness and technical ability, EP following up now with a sit down dropkick into the face of Rowan as he rolls over, head in his hands. El Pablo gets up, almost hopping around the ring as the fans continue to cheer. As Eddie rises, using the ropes as leverage, EP now jumps up onto the corner and springboards off in another one movement attack hitting a diving dropkick on Eddie, actually knocking him through the ropes and heavily crashing down onto the outside.

Masters: Wow, you think El Pablo wants a little revenge after the Tower of Power?!

Daniels: You bet your as he does William. He also must know the angst that the Whole Damn Show have been gong through the past week, and XTC must feel the most dominant stable in CZW right now.

Masters: Oh great, that is all we need.

- Eddie soon rolls back into the ring, holding his nose, checking for the odd spots of blood, but he is okay at this time. EP now tags in Krimzon as he dives over the top rope, Eddie and Krimzon both with pasts, Eddie getting the advantage every tie they have fought, mainly over the X Title. The fans now though chant for KB loudly as Eddie walks around the ring, looking a little more frustrated than before. Eddie goes for a lock up as KB quickly grabs the left arm of Eddie and spins around, tightening the grip and twisting Eddie’s shoulder out of socket. Krimzon now pulls Eddie towards the corner as KB begins to climb. The fans only get louder as KB now sits on the top turnbuckle, before jumping off hitting a top rope arm drag on Rowan as he rolls back out of the ring, now on the outside again.

Daniels: Eddie now starting off as he would of liked here, and I don’t even think Alan has blinked an eyelid so far.

Masters: Whole Damn Show used to be all about team work and loyalty, now they look crushed Jarred, just a damn shame XTC have to reap all the benefits.

- Eddie begins to speak up to Alan who stands on the apron, but takes no notice of Eddie once again, meanwhile Krimzon Blaze who feels on fire right now gets ready…

SUICIDE DIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: The fire this team is called?! They should be called the bloody reckless idiots!

Daniels: This arena exploded ever since XTC came out here, and their getting louder as time goes on.

Masters: If they get any louder Jarred I may have to put my head under the desk.

Daniels: Oh no you don’t William, I can’t trust you down there.

Blaze gets back inside the ring as the fans erupt once more, EP giving him a high five. Eddie now stands up as he yells out to Fiscus, but once again he shrugs it off, Fiscus with a lost look on his face. KB once again takes advantage of the strange situation as he takes Eddie down with an Enziguri as he drops to his knees. Krimzon now runs at Eddie again with a Shining Wizard attack, however Eddie ducks forward, avoiding the move, rolls forward and gets to his feet as Krimzon turns Eddie turns around to get KB, HOWEVER…

KRIMZON WITH A PELE KICK!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Amazing, this guy can attack from all angles, and Whole Damn Show are falling apart.

Masters: Well when the bricks are taken out from under the house, the house collapses down with great pace and force.

Daniels: Absolutely William, and Alan is just standing watching his house fall down.

- KB tags in EP now as he dives over the ropes. EP quickly grabs Eddie as he rolls him up into a cradle pin…

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- Eddie shoots out and gets back to his feet as he steps back to tag in Fiscus, but as Eddie reaches out, Fiscus is seen to not even be looking at the action. Eddie now turns towards Fiscus and yells at him, asking what he was doing, EP coming up behind Eddie…EP spins Eddie around…TWIST OF FATE! EP not done yet though as the fans explode once again, the noise getting heavier and heavier as EP hit’s a Rolling Thunder Attack, then still carries on as he springs off the second rope, hitting a Moonsault splash, and covers…

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Masters: Eddie is having to do this all himself, and so far, he hasn’t even got a move in.

Daniels: Well, that combination from EP there was remarkable, all of that coming from another mis-cooperation from the pair of Fiscus and Rowan.

Masters: Mis-cooperation? Fiscus wasn’t even looking at the action!

- Eddie now rises, out of breath as he holds his stomach, EP tagging KB in as they both grab Eddie, Irish whip him to the ropes…Krimzon with a hurricarana…into EP who hit’s a hurricarana of his own! Eddie now is not even moving as KB climbs the top rope, all the momentum in his favor now as he measures Eddie up…

HOLY SHOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Masters: I guess it was gonna happen eventually, all that momentum and adrenaline came back to bite him.

Daniels: And now Whole Damn Show finally have a chance to turn this match around, but will Fiscus get his head into this match eventually?!

Krimzon and Eddie both start crawling to their respective corners, EP bouncing up and down looking for the tag, the fans cheering on Krimzon as he stretches his arm out towards EP. Suddenly 'Ladies and Gentlemen' hits the airwaves as codes start popping up all over the CzW Tron with a countdown on it. The lights dim as red and green lights strobe. Alan becomes distracted as he steps down a step, his eyes on the titontron.

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"I've watched empires fall...and kingdoms crumble. I've seen the assassination of great rulers who were replaced by those who they thought were weaker than them. I've seen a dynasty destroyed...only to be reborn again and again. Then I saw the greatest damn tyrant in all existence take the reigns and continue spreading his plague of corruption. He shall continue to do such. I've laughed and I've cried... Who is this tyrant I warn you of? Who can he be? The answer is simple...that tyrant is ME! The only question is, will you laugh or cry?"

Everything goes back to normal as the words... 'HE'S COMING' drips on the screen.

The voice leaves as the arena is left in a air of confusion. Alan walks back up the steps, but it’s too late as Krimzon has now got the all important tag to his partner EP. Eddie yells at Fiscus but his lack of enthusiasm to get back up onto the apron costs them as EP spins Eddie around…Sit-down Jawbreaker…Eddie Rowan bounces off the head of EP as he lands on the second rope, bounces off as El Pablo lifts him up…Spine buster!

Daniels: Well whatever that voice was, it only helped in distracting Fiscus even more than he already is.

Masters: That voice was pretty scary Jarred.

Daniels: And now XTC have the complete advantage, El Pablo tagging in Krimzon here but what is this?!

Masters: Eddie just jumped up and tagged in Fiscus, and I don’t even think he saw him coming.

Fiscus now reluctantly steps into the ring as the fans cheer. Fiscus walking around, his eyes not even focused on his opponent, Krimzon Blaze. KB now goes for the lock up as he takes Alan down with a headlock takedown. EP keeps the hold on as Alan doesn’t even seem to be responding, not making any effort to escape, Eddie yelling at him to get up. Alan eventually stands to his feet and powers out, only for Krimzon to hit a DDT. Alan now down as Krimzon gets up, the fans willing KB on, however some still confused by Alan’s actions. Alan begins to stumble up as he gets to his feet, his head pointing down at the canvas as Krimzon kicks him in the gut, then lifts him up…

Daniels: I think this could be it, William, KODE OF SILENCE!

Masters: HOLY SHIZZLE! FISCUS HAS LOST IT!

Daniels: I don’t think he even ever had it during this match.

The move hits as Fiscus slams to the ground, KB getting the cover as Eddie stands frozen on the apron, looking on in shock as the ref counts…

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TOWERS: Here are your winners via pinfall…representing Team XTC…El Pablo and Krimzon Blaze…EL FUEGO!

Alan Fiscus now rolls to the outside, hardly even looking hurt after the Kode of Silence hit perfectly by Blaze. Eddie remains on the apron as he looks down at Fiscus, who simply walks off up the ramp looking dejected. Team XTC celebrate a huge win as both KB and EP pose to the fans.

Daniels: Well a huge win for new team El Fuego, Team XTC going strong, but what is going through the mind of Fiscus?!

Masters: It’s simple, he knows deep down that without Covey in the group, there is no group, and Eddie just got told that by Alan’s bitterness tonight.

Daniels: I have never seen Fiscus act like that, he has fought for about a decade but never has he not had passion for the sport before, this is serious.

As Fiscus arrives up the ramp, another man walks out and meets him, going face to face with each other. The fans boo loudly as we see Matt Covey standing there with a steel chair in his hand. Alan Fiscus simply does nothing, as he walks off, a tear still in his eye, looking dejected as Covey looks back at him and smiles. He then runs down the ramp as he smashes the steel chair straight into the back of Eddie’ head, then hits him repeatedly in the ribcage until Eddie is coughing up blood. Both EP and KB now roll out of the ring as Covey stands waiting for them. KB steps towards him as Covey literally throws the chair into his knee cap, KB falling to one knee. El Pablo now attacks hi but Covey kicks him in the groin, then rams his face into the steel ring post. Covey then grabs the chair as he unloads on the duo with several vicious chair shots, then one last one on Eddie, leaving all three bloodied and beaten.

Daniels: What a heinous assault, and Fiscus just letting this happen, what in the World.

Masters: Well I doubt he had much choice Jarred, but in any case, Covey just proved out here that he is in control, not them. WDS could very well be over, Covey though proving to XTC that they are not clear sailing in any way.

Daniels: There was no need for that, it was just a brutal assault and we need help down here..

The scene fades as the fans are loudly booing, some shocked and in tears even. The EMT’s arrive, Covey standing in the center of the ring with the chair in hand, a smile on his face.

Daniels: Well still to come, we have Testing the Waters, but first I think we better go to a commercial.

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(Inside a hospital room Justin Marsham is asleep and bandaged up. Clearly he's banged up pretty badly from the match he had with The King Pin Chris Ross. Suddenly a man dressed in a long trench coat walks in. The camera zooms in to see it's none other than Chris Ross himself. His head is heavily bandaged. Neither man really looks any better. Ross walks over and pulls up a chair next to Justin Marsham's bed and takes a seat in it.)

Ross: Very few men would have the guts to do what you did Mr. Marsham. Instead of paying your debt you decided to risk your friend's life and bring the fight to me. I do have to commend you for that. You busted me up pretty good Mr. Marsham. I had to get multiple stitches in my head thanks to you.

(Ross says unbandaging his head revealing the many stitches. With the way his face looks you'd think he was in a car accident.)

Ross: These last few months have been most enjoyable Mr. Marsham. I've been able to get Ross Enterprise on it's feet. I've been getting a lot of money and had to hire a lot of people. The 500,000 dollars you've given me helped out a great deal Mr. Marsham. But do let this whole situation be a lesson to you. Never screw over The King Pin. Look what happened when you did Mr. Marsham.

(Ross pulls an envelope and a cigar from under his trench coat and gently lays them on Justin Marsham's chest.)

Ross: Do get well Mr. Marsham. We shall meet again in that ring some day.

(With those words said Ross turns and walks out of the hospital room as the camera zooms in on the envelope seeing it's about the size of a greeting card.)

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Shawn Waters presents: Testing The Waters!
with guest: New World Heavyweight Champion, ACE KING!

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After the main event match, Krimzon Blaze and El Pablo stick around ringside, waiting for the latest edition of Testing the Waters. They stand either side of the entrance ramp, waiting...

Masters: What are those two doing there? The match is over...they have no right to be out here!

Daniels: Oh shut up...knowing Shawn's history, they are being smart by staying out here!

Masters: What are you talking about! Shawn Waters wouldn't hurt a fly!

Daniels: Which Shawn Waters have you been watching?

The commentators argument is interrupted by "4 Words (To Choke Upon)" by Bullet for my Valentine. Shawn walks out onto the stage, limping, as some of the fans show him respect for his efforts in the Tower of Power. He has a mic in his hand.

Waters: Quiet...quiet all of you!

The fans boo...

Waters: Before I give you fans another edition of Testing the Waters...I need to address each and every one of you...

Shawn looks around the arena and starts walking towards the ring.

Waters: Last week...Road to Glory...one of the biggest CZW events ever! The Tower of Power would be closing the show...the now former CZW World champion would have to make it through three levels to retain the title...in fact...any of the 8 men in the match required three victories to become champion...

But only one could do it...that man...is my guest tonight!

Shawn walks past EP and KB, Shawn and KB exchanging deadly looks.

Waters: Ace King...the NEW CZW World champion and two time Tower of Power winner...the very same man who ended my dream!

The fans start chanting for Ace, getting on the nerves of Shawn.

Waters: Shut up! I'm talking here! I came second in the Tower of Power! I beat your little hero Krimzon Blaze...

Shawn leans over the ropes and stares at KB...

Waters: That's right, bitch! I beat you! I beat you one on one! And I also beat the former champion himself...Eric Collum! Not many people can say that they defeated Eric Collum...but I am one of those people! Then...final round...the dream match...Ace King against Shawn Waters...former stablemates...now enemies! It was meant to be my match! I was meant to win! But that didn't happen...

Shawn looks down at the ground...

Waters: I lost...I couldn't beat him...I did everything I could...and I still could not win!

The fans start chanting 'FAIL, FAIL, FAIL!' Shawn just sighs.

Waters: Yeah...I failed! I couldn't beat Ace...I could not beat him...that night! But trust me...when I get another chance...

Shawn is interrupted by the beginning of "Ace Of Spades", and the fans go absolutely nuts. However, the song fades out after about 10 to 15 seconds, leaving the audience a little bit confused at what has transpired. Shawn appears to be about to say something, but he is quickly drowned out by the video that begins to play on the CombatTron.

Jack Stephens Center is plunged into darkness as "Down And Out" by Tantric begins to play, and the fans are slightly confused as a thin layer of fog appears at the base of the CombatTron. However, their doubts are erased moments later when new World Heavyweight Champion Ace King rises from the fog, a white spotlight casting an eerie shadow over him as he continues to rise. Ace is wearing an unzipped leather jacket, which reveals the World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist. Ace surveys the crowd for a few moments before letting out a primal roar and pointing to the World Heavyweight Championship, back around his waist for the first time in ten months.

Daniels: What an unbelievable reception for the World Heavyweight Champion, William! With a new entrance, no less!

Masters: New music, same old asshole.

Shawn stares up the ramp, frowning at being upstaged yet again by Ace King...

Waters: Cut the music...CUT THE MUSIC!

Ace's entrance cuts out, Shawn looking livid...

Waters: Did I introduce you yet? Was I done talking? Huh?

The crowd boos, but Ace just laughs at Shawn before slowly walking down to the ring.

Ace: Since when have you been such a stickler for the formalities? In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have to play nice all the time.

I was going to wait, just as you would want a typical little puppet guest of yours to do, but then I heard you talking about WHEN you get another chance, as if it's your God-given right or something. Yeah, I realize you basically committed a theft by stealing Krimzon Blaze's World Heavyweight Championship shot for yourself, but do you honestly think you deserve it?

Shawn smirks.

Waters: Of course I deserve it! I defeated Krimzon Blaze in the Tower of Power! I defeated Eric Collum in the Tower of Power! I'm obviously better than BOTH of those guys! If Blaze wants his stupid contract so badly...he can fight me for it! And I promise I'll beat him again...

Not to mention I beat the former World champion...I was the one who eliminated him...not you...sure...you may have beaten me...but whose to say the case wouldn't have been different if YOU faced Collum?

Shawn shrugs.

Waters: I more than deserve another shot at your title...but...alas...I'm not a CZW poster boy...so I have to earn my way to the title...which doesn't bother me! Ace...you can throw anything...anyone my way...I'm going to overcome it to get another shot!

Ace merely raises his eyebrows at Shawn's comments, but he takes them in stride as he addresses Shawn again.

Ace: Fine, you just go ahead and think what you want. You've got the skills to get another shot, there's no denying that... But who's to say you're not going to blow it, just as you've done with your three previous attempts to win the World Heavyweight Championship?

Shawn's smirk has been wiped off his face, and the Champion steps through the ropes and gets into the ring, a deafening chant of "Ace! Ace! Ace!" ringing through Jack Stephens Center the entire time.

Ace: Shawn, you can talk about all my previous failures on big stages until the Great Barrier Reef runs dry. It doesn't really matter to me, because I know that, unlike you, I've actually had my fair share of success in the spotlight to go along with those failures. That's where our differences begin to shine through, Shawno.

I have proven time and time again that I have been able to get the job done when it mattered the most, and I don't think two Intercontinental Championships, two Tower Of Power wins, and most recently, two World Heavyweight Championships are going to argue with that.

You, on the other hand... Every time your name has been mentioned in the World Heavyweight Championship scene, you've choked harder than The Jackal and Matt Covey choke on Jesse Montana's dick. Sure, you were the one to officially end Eric Collum's reign as World Heavyweight Champion, but that doesn't mean a damn thing unless you can finish the entire job, and you couldn't do it in this case, which is really nothing new in the world of Shawn Waters, is it?

Ace takes a couple of steps towards Shawn before continuing, the chants persisting throughout Jack Stephens Center.

Ace: It's like I said before, Shawn, you've now failed in three World Heavyweight Championship matches. Does the saying not go "Third time is the charm"? I thought that's how it was supposed to work out, but you struck out again, Shawn. Admittedly, you did go down swinging, but the fact of the matter is that you still struck out, and should you be foolish enough to cash that hollow World Heavyweight Championship shot of yours in against me, I'll be quite happy to make you feel the misery of letting the big title slip out of your grasp for a fourth time.

Shawn glares at Ace, before turning away...

Waters: You're right...I've failed multiple times...I lost to Matt Stylez...I lost to Jesse Montana...and now I've lost to Ace King...not having a very good run, am I?

Shawn sighs...

Waters: That's gotta change...

Shawn turns around and faces Ace.

Waters: It will change...I have failed multiple times before...but...it's all in the past now! I'm going to turn this all around...it won't be long until I am finally standing on top of the mountain! I'm not going to let myself screw up anymore! Bring it on, Ace...I'll do whatever is necessary to get that title shot...I'll defeat Blaze...I'll defeat El Pablo...hell...bring back Jena Cyde and I'll defeat her ugly ass as well...I'm going to forget the past...I'm NOT going to fail again...you hear me Ace? Never again!

Ace: Oh, I hear you, but until you actually do something to prove it, I'm not immediately inclined to believe you. Jesus, you can't even look me in the eyes when you make your empty threats because you still doubt yourself. You don't believe you can do it, because deep down, I'm always going to be superior to you, Shawn. You've had guidance from three World Heavyweight Champions in your matches, whereas I was able to forge my own reputation, my own legacy. I didn't have a helping hand along the way, Shawn, and it is that independence I've always had that will set me apart from you once more.

Ace gets right in Shawn's face now as he continues to talk.

Ace: Now, before you jizz in your pants over the fact that I haven't mentioned that I myself am currently part of a stable in Team XTC, THE VERY STABLE THAT GAVE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS A FUCKING CHANCE WHEN MONTANA KICKED HIS SLOPPY SECONDS TO THE FUCKING CURB... Keep it in your pants, because I'm well aware of that reality. However, I don't consider that a dependency, because at the end of the day, XTC is a way of life. I'd like to remind you that both of my mates in Team XTC also competed in that Tower Of Power match, and although they were eliminated under rather unfortunate circumstances, not once did they make their way up to the top to help me reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship. I have never had anything handed to me, and I have had to outwork each and every one of my opponents in order to attain the status I have.

I tried to reach out to help you back in June, Shawn, because I thought you were still a good person. However, you went and threw that right back in my fucking face, and that's where I draw the line. It's one thing to straight up say that you don't like me, but to put on a bullshit act in an attempt to win favor from your peers while your true intentions are riddled with lies... That's another thing entirely. The bottom line is this, Shawn: I trusted you. Krimzon Blaze trusted you. El Pablo trusted you. You basically just said "fuck off" to the three of us, and you relapsed into a person less developed than the pathetic kid who served as Jesse Montana's lackey. You don't double-cross Team XTC and get away with it, Shawn, and if you somehow luck out and receive another title shot, I will inflict pain that goes far beyond anything you've experienced in your lifetime.

Shawn stands unmoving, a look of half shock, half anger on his face...

Waters: Go on then...do something about it! I dare you!

Shawn turns around and opens his arms.

Waters: Go right ahead...inflict pain...

Ace thinks about it, and the Little Rock crowd is practically begging him to attack Shawn, but he takes a look at Shawn and decides not to attack him, which elicits a smirk from Shawn.

Ace: Oh, but attacking you on your own show would be just too easy, and it wouldn't be right, you know?

Shawn: Ace, you've just proven that you're a coward, because you don't have the guts to attack me.

Ace: Does a coward go on to become one of the most successful competitors in CZW history? I THINK NOT! I've worked harder than anybody else to get to where I am today, and I've done it the right way, not having to resort to betraying anybody, cheating, or stabbing another man in the back during a match. Shawn, the reason I'm not attacking you is because I don't need to, and it's pointless for me to do so right now. I don't need to attack you to prove that I'm the best in CZW today, because quite frankly... *Ace hoists the World Heavyweight Championship in Shawn's face* ...I already am.

Ace and Shawn glare at each other in the middle of the ring, and they're right in each other's faces at this point. Ace holds the World Heavyweight Championship in Shawn's face once more, and this time Shawn snaps. He decks Ace with a right hand square to the jaw, knocking the World Heavyweight Champion unconscious. The crowd is booing heavily as Shawn goes to work on Ace, landing a series of punches to Ace's hand to the point where the Champion has been busted open. Shawn slides out of the ring for a moment, and he grabs the bell from ringside, eliciting a large chorus of boos.

Daniels: Oh no, what's he going to do now...

Shawn tosses the bell into the ring, and he grabs Ace, who is still very groggy at this point, blood now beginning to sting his eyes a little bit. Shawn lifts Ace high into the sky...

Daniels: Don't tell me he's going to do this...

Masters: FINALLY, JUSTICE IS SERVED HERE!