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...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead - "Another Morning Stoner"

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The scene fades in on the parking lot of Kansas Coliseum. Sitting near the back gate that leads into the arena, is a large black bus. Suddenly, the door to the bus opens and a cloud of smoke comes rolling out.

Multiple coughs can be heard, as three men emerge from the bus. One man is a familiar face within CZW, as it is the One Man Riot, Alan Fiscus. The other two men are members of the band playing the show tonight, ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead. They are Conrad Keely and Jason Reese.

ALAN: "Wow, thanks guys. I needed that before this big match tonight."

CONRAD: "No problem, Alan. I'm glad you invited us to play, it's been a while since we've seen you."

ALAN: "Busy life, you know how it is. I'll always be your #1 fan though!"

JASON: "Thanks man, and good luck with your match tonight. We'll be rooting for you crazy bastards!"

ALAN: "Thanks man, can't wait to hear you play 'Another Morning Stoner' for the show. Tear the house down."

CONRAD: "We plan on it, man. We'll catch up with you later."

ALAN: "Later guys."

The men take off towards the gate, as Alan stands with his arms crossed looking the Kansas Coliseum up and down.

ALAN (to himself): "Alright, alright, alright. Time to show the kids at home why everyone's always talking about the Sadistic Solution."

Alan smirks to himself and heads towards the gates himself. The scene fades to the opening credits of War Zone.

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Mountain Man -vs Jody Breeze

"Roll Call" by Ice Cube begins to play as "Little Evil" Jody Breeze makes his way to the entrance ramp. The crowd sort of gives him a mixed reaction as he makes his way to the ring. He slaps a couple of hand as he steps into the ring and mentally prepare himself. "A Country Boy Will Survive" by Hank Williams Jr. starts up as Mountain Man makes his debut. The crowd does not seem to have much of a reaction to the new superstar. He seems to keep his head down slightly as he makes his way to the ring.

The bell ring as Breeze tries to use his speed advantage to no avail. Mountain Man lays into him with a viscous headbutt. Mountain Man picks up Breeze's dazed body and hits a shoulderbreaker to Breeze. Mountain Man whips him in to a corner and comes running in with an avalanche. Mountain Man whips him into another turnbuckle, but Breeze gets a boot up.

However, Mountain Man grabs his foot and pulls him in by his leg into a hard clothesline. Mountain Man sits Breeze in the corner and starts stomping a mudhole into him. Mountain Man drags Breeze to the middle of the ring. He sets Breeze up for and hits his Fallen Timber match with authority. Mountain Man goes for the pin, but picks Breeze up at two. M. Man spins him around and locks in the Chainsaw Choke. Breeze tries to fight it but fades away as the referee calls for the bell.

Winner: Mountain Man

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"The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO vs. "Flawless" FRANK FINCH

[Both men circle each other for a few seconds. Frank tries sweeping the legs out from under Pablo, but Pablo manages to dodge the attempt. Pablo quickly looks to lock up Frank's arm, but he manages to swat Pablo's arm away. After a few more moments of feeling each other out, they collide into each other with a classic lockup. Neither men manages to get an advantage, until Frank lifts a knee into the gut of Pablo, doubling him over. Frank sizes him up and drives the point of his elbow into the temple of Pablo. Pablo drops to a knee. Frank backs up into the ropes as Pablo shakes off the shot and rises to his feet. Pablo turns and is dropped by a running lariat from Frank.]

Masters: Finch off to a hot start tonight.

Daniels: Sure is giving Pablo a run for his money.

[Frank drops a elbow on the downed Pablo before pulling him back to his feet. Frank backs Pablo into the corner and begins chopping away, as Pablo's chest turns a brighter shade of red with each chop. Pablo suddenly grabs Frank and reverses positions with him and feverishly begins chopping away at Frank's chest.]

Masters: Finch getting lit up!

Daniels: Look at his chest damn thats got to hurt....

[Pablo looks to irish whip Frank, reversed and Pablo is heading into the opposite corner. Frank sprints after him. Pablo quickly leaps up the turnbuckles and springs backwards and catches Frank off guard with a whisper in the wind.]

Masters: Unbelievable athleticism shown there by El-Pablo.

Daniels: Pablo has stepped up .....

[Pablo lays a few boots into the small of Frank's back before pulling him back up. Pablo lays in a few hard right hands into the side of Frank's head before whipping him into the ropes. On his return, Frank is greeted with the boots of Pablo into his forehead via a standing dropkick. Frank snaps backwards to the mat as Pablo quickly heads over for a cover....]

[1....]

[2....]

[Kickout!]

Masters: El-Pablo looking for a quick pinfall there, but Frank just managed to kick out in time.

Daniels: This new Frank Finch guy sucks......

[Pablo rises and brings Frank up with him as well. Pablo connects with a boot to the gut and quickly locks Frank in a front face lock. Pablo turns looking for a swinging neck breaker, but Frank counters by pushing Pablo chest first into the turnbuckles. Frank backs out of the corner holding his chest and right into the waiting arms of Frank. Pablo crashes into the mat violently after Frank connects with a dragon suplex. Frank springs back up and raises his arms to the crowd, gloating.]

Masters: Maybe I spoke too soon maybe Frank Finch has Pablo's number.

Daniels: Finch wasting time here, it could cost him.

[After circling the ring in celebration, Frank approaches Pablo who is struggling in his efforts of getting up. Pablo crawls on the mat on all fours and receives a viscous soccer style kick to his exposed rib area. Pablo crumbles back to the mat and clutches at his mid section. Frank focuses his assault on the ribs and begins stomping away at the area, Pablo rolls away after each boot until he finally rolls under the bottom rope and flops to the outside.]

Masters: Frank Finch is relentless in his attack on El-Pablo's midsection. Driving air out of his lungs with each of those shots.

[The ref begins his count as Frank slides out of the ring and stalks the downed Pablo. Pablo begins to stand only to catch a clubbing blow to the back of his head from Finch. Frank scoops Pablo up and heads to the guardrail, he drops Pablo chest first into the guardrail. Frank quickly slides back in and out of the ring to break the count up.]

Masters: He is destroying Pablo Daniels....

Daniels: Pablo may have broken a rib here, Finch is really taking it to him tonight. Systematically breaking him down.

[Frank pulls Pablo off the guardrail and slides him back into the ring, and follows in himself. Frank slowly pulls Pablo up, but Pablo connects with a knee to the gut that stuns Frank. Pablo grabs his wrist and whips him, reveresed, and Frank quickly drops Pablo with a huge spine buster. Frank goes for the cover and hooks the leg....]

[1....]

[2....]

[3NO Kickout!]

Masters: Did he..... yes he did! Pablo managed to kick out.

Daniels: Wow Pablo is getting a beating we have not seen in a long time.

[Frank shoots a glance at the ref, before pulling Pablo back to a vertical base. Frank scoops Pablo up and slams him back down in the center of the ring. Frank bounces off the ropes and goes for a massive flying elbow drop but Pablo manages to roll out of the way.]

Masters: High risk didn't pay off and know Pablo has a chance.

Daniels: Pablo is beat but he still may have a chance....

[Pablo stirs around for several seconds as he tries to recover. Frank rolls around, holding his arm in agony. Pablo uses the ropes for support as he makes it back to his feet. Shortly after Frank rises to his feet as well, still trying to shake off the pain radiating down his arm. Pablo snaps forward and connects with a massive superkick into the side of Finch's head.]

Masters: Full extension on that superkick and he caught Finch flush in the face.

Daniels: Finch looks hurt now...

[Finch lays motionless on the mat, as Pablo springs into action. Pablo darts towards the ropes and jumps to the second rope and flips backwards, connecting with and Asai Moonsault. Pablo clutches at his ribs after the move, and takes a second.]

Masters: Picture perfect moonsault, but El-Pablo may have done further damage to his ribs there.

Daniels: Looks that way see what he can do now.

[Pablo tries to shake off the pain coursing through his abdomen and begins pulling Frank up. Frank drops to a knee and connects with a hard short right in Pablo's side that causing him to instinctively clutch at his ribs. Frank see's this as his opportunity.....]

Masters: Here it comes.....

Daniels: THE PAIN......Finch sees the oppertunity to really do some damage to Pablo now Masters...

[Pablo manages to counter the moves by pushing Frank off and into the corner chest first. Frank connects with the turnbuckles and stumbles out, when Pablo grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around and nails Frank with a running stunner.]

[Pablo picks up Frank after the stunner kicks him in the gut and nails him with the Pablo Slam and goes for the cover.] [1....]

[2....]

[3....] Masters: What a match that was Frank Finch proved to be a force here in CZW.

Daniels: Sure did what a battle to open up CZW War Zone.

Winer: El-Pablo

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-=- FIRST BLOOD MATCH! -=- BRENDA VIXEN vs. TATUM REGAN

Tatum Regan and Brenda Vixen are in the ring as the two lock up. Tatum then delivers a swift kick to Brenda’s mid-section and hits a quick DDT. She then starts stomping away at Brenda as she picks Brenda up and hits a vicious Side Russian Leg sweep. Brenda’s head bounces off the back of the mat. Tatum then climbs to the top rope and attempts a Splash but Brenda manages to move out of the way.

Brenda is a little slow to her feet then grabs a hold of Tatum. Tatum tries for another kick but Brenda grabs it. Tatum then tries for an enziguiri but Brenda ducks and Tatum hits the canvas. Brenda then picks up Tatum and runs off the ropes to deliver a massive closeline. Tatum goes down as Brenda gets up with a little satisfying smirk on her face. Tatum is slow to her feet as Brenda grabs her and lifts Tatum over her head. Brenda is holding her up there for several seconds showing off her strength as she makes Tatum come crashing down with a huge Gorilla Press Slam. Brenda then lifts Tatum up and sets her up in the turnbuckle in the tree of woe position.

Brenda then leaves the ring as she grabs a steel chair and re enters the ring. She then starts running and hits a baseball slide but hitting Tatum in the face with the chair. Tatum falls out of the corner and is laying face first on the mat but no blood is drawn so the match continues. She then drags Tatum away from the corner and hooks in a Texas Cloverleaf. Tatum is in obvious pain but no rope break will help her in the first blood match. So Tatum grabs the steel chair and hits Brenda in the back of the head. Brenda is still holding on so Tatum hits her three more times before Brenda lets go and falls to the mat.

Both girls are struggling to there feet as Brenda throws a right and Tatum blocks it. Tatum then goes for a kick but Brenda grabs the foot. Tatum attempts another enziguiri and this time she connects sending Brenda and her self crashing to the mat. Tatum is up stalking Brenda who is up on one knee as Tatum comes running and knees her right in the head. Brenda is down as Tatum grabs the Steel chair and sets it on the mat. Tatum then hits a DDT onto Brenda on the steel chair. The referee checks for blood but still nothing as the match continues.

Brenda picks up Tatum and nails her with a piledriver on the chair the ref checks for blood finally Tatum starts to bleed from the nose. Winner: BRENDA VIXEN

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ERIC COLLUM vs. RONNIE McNEIL vs. MATT STYLEZ vs. ROB WRIGHT

[DING. DING. DING.]

[Stylez immediately charges towards Eric, and takes out his legs with a chop block. He crawls on top of Eric and begins to let go with his hands. As Stylez pounds away at the skull of Eric, Ronnie runs towards the ropes and bounces off and nails Rob with a massive larriat. Stylez looks up just in time to see the boots of Ronnie flying into his face via a seated dropkick.]

Masters: Fast paced to start off with.

Daniels: Eric Collum looks like he's about to take a f**king nap in the middle of the first match!

Masters: Something has to be wrong with him, he looks like he's about to keel over.

[Ronnie props Matt up in the corner and blasts away with rights and left into the gut as Eric struggles to regain his composure in the opposite corner Rob gets up from the massive larriat and clock Eric and gets on top and starts to lay in some lefts and rights to Eric skull. Ronni pulls Matt out of the corner and lifts him up and down to the canvas with a snap suplex. Ronnie kips back up and turns..... right into a big clothesline from Eric.]

Masters: Eric finally getting into the match.

Daniels: I wouldn't speak so soon Masters, somehow that clothesline looks like it took more out of Eric than it did Matt.

[Eric has taken a knee and just seems to be struggling keeping consciousness. Matt having recovered from the clothesline, takes advantage of the winded Eric and drives his head into the mat with a DDT. Ronnie manages to get away from the attacks of Rob low blows Rob and nails him with a massive eroupean upper cut that sends Rob over the top rope, Ronnie see's the DDT from Matt nails Matt with a big boot to the face sends Matt to the matt and goes for the cover of Eric and hooks the leg...]

[1....]

[2....]

[Matt breaks the count up with a leg drop to the back of Ronnie's head. Matt waits for Ronnie to get up and sneaks up on him and throws him back down with an arm drag. Ronnie pops back up only to be double over by a kick to the gut, Matt quickly takes him down with a neck breaker. Rob gets back in the action he climbs to the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a flying frog splash to Ronnie. Rob rolls over holding his ribs in pain....]

Masters: What a frog splash from Rob Wright....

Daniels: He may have hurt some ribs though.

Masters: Yeah he is holdinig them in pain for sure...

Daniels: Good time for Matt and Eric to take advantage of the situation....

[Matt turns his attention to Eric, who is using the turnbuckles for support in the corner. Matt rushes towards the corner and crushes Eric with a running clothesline. Eric slumps down in the corner as a result and is peppered with an onslaught of stomps from Matt. Matt continues to stomp away as Ronnie rises to his feet. Ronnie sprints towards Rob who lays still holding his ribs in the corner, Ronnie goes over and starts to stomp a mudhole into Rob. Ronnie picks up Rob and sets him on the rops and goes off the ropes and nails Rob with a massive clothesline both men flip over and hit the mat hard.]

Masters: Ronnie has finally got back into the match look at the stomping Rob is getting.

Daniels: Now it's gonna just break down into a brawl Masters.

Masters: Brawl?

Daniels: Brawl all hell is going break loose now.

[Now alone in the ring, Matt sets Eric up in the corner and mounts the second turnbuckle and begins hammering away with a ten punch. The crowd counts along as each blow lands into the forehead of Eric. At the count of 8, Eric counters by walking out of the corner with Matt and dropping down with an atomic drop. Matt hops up and down holding himself, and Eric bounces off the ropes behind him, he grabs Matt's head as he passes by and connects with a face buster.]

Masters: Maybe Eric has finally shaken off what was plaguing him earlier.

[Eric heads to the corner and shakily ascends to the second turnbuckle. Suddenly Eric begins to wobble and holds onto the ropes for support, wasting a few seconds. Finally convinced he's alright, he takes flight in search of a diving elbow drop. Matt manages to get his legs up and Eric crashes into Matt's boots violently and snaps back down to the mat.]

Daniels: Is he drunk?

Masters: I have no idea, but something is hindering Eric in a major way and he could wind up getting hurt here tonight.

[Matt lifts Eric up by his air and latches on to his leg, leaving Eric hoping up and down on one leg. Matt delivers a dragon screw and quickly follows up by dragging the lethargic Eric into the middle of the ring and locking in a sharpshooter.]

Masters: Stylez has the sharpshooter locked in, it's only a matter of how long Eric can withstand the pain now.

Daniels: Dose not look good for Collum.

[Eric doesn't have the energy to power himself towards the ropes and looks ready to tap. Without notice the submission move is broken up courtesy of a springboard dropkick from Rob Wright.]

Masters: Rob from out of no where!

Daniels: What a move by Rob............

[Rob pulls Stylez up and whips him into the ropes. On the return he upends him with a back body drop. Stylez quickly pops back up on instincts alone and is dropped again, this time with a scoop slam by Rob. Rob hits the ropes and connects with a quick leg drop on his return. Robs darts in the other direction and floors Eric with a clothesline.]

Masters: Rob Wright is on fire here on War Zone!

Daniels: Rob is kicking ass......

[Rob slowly begins to pull Eric up and places him in a standing head scissors. Rob reaches down in search of a powerbomb, but Eric blocks it. Rob lands a few clubbing blows into the small of Erics back and begins the process again. Stylez suddenly springs into action and leaps onto the back of Eric, Rob looks up and is greeted with a seated dropkick from Stylez, from the back of Eric, but Ronnie gets back into action and nails Eric chop block from behind Eric drops to one knee, Ronnie connects with a massive boot to the face of Eric as Eric drops to his back.]

Daniels: Holy Shit!

Crowd: CZW CZW CZW CZW.....

[Rob lays motionless on the mat, as Stylez turns his attention towards Ronnie. Stylez turns Ronnie around and lays in a few right hands, before whipping him, reversed, on the return Stylez is dropped by a big boot from Ronnie. Ronnie takes a few moments to clear his head before lifting Stylez up and setting him up for a powerbomb. Ronnie reaches down to pull Matt up, but it left him open for the superkick from a charging Rob Wright.]

Masters: It's over, Rob connects with the superkick!

Daniels: Ronnie was ripe for that one.

[Rob lays on the mat unable to capitalize on the superkick that has laid out Ronnie. Rob uses the ropes for support as he begins to stand. When Rob turns he is upended by Stylez who takes his legs out and quickly locks him in the Scorpion Death Lock.]

[But look Eric is going after Ronnie he nails Ronnie with a dropkick that staggers Ronnie into the corner Eric charge at Ronnie and nails him with a superkick in the corner Ronnie drops to the mat, Eric picks up Ronnie and hits his finisher the Collumbine and goes for the cover while Stylez still has Rob in the center of the ring with the Scorpion Death Lock Rob is about to tap but the ref counts Eric's pin over Ronnie.]

[1.......]

[2.........]

[3............]

Daniels: What a damn match Eric Collum pulls out a huge victory and wins the TV Title Championship

Masters: Un real that was one of the most amazing matches to date they all did awesome.

Winner: Eric Collum (TV Champion)

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Main Event
CZW Global Tag Team Championship

Beautiful Agony (Monroe/Rowan) .vs. The Storm Brothers .vs. Covey/Fiscus (.c)

Masters: “Alright, the moment we’ve been waiting for! This is the main event of the evening!”

Daniels: “No sh*t genius, it’s the last match of the night!”

Masters throws Daniels a confused and slightly offended look, but declines to comment back.

Daniels: “Anyway, this match has been in the works for quite some time now. The Storm Brothers, Douglas and Travis, have quietly fought their way up the tag team ranks here in CZW, and done so in a short time.”

Masters: “Absolutely, though they are only 2-0, they have already defeated the team of Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus, the reigning champs. Matter of fact, they are the ONLY people to defeat the Two-Man Apocalypse.”

Daniels: “However, show the clip…”

A clip shows over the broadcast, showing the aftermath of the Storm Brothers victory over Covey/Fiscus… 3!!!

Daniels: “The Storms did it! They won!”

Masters: “No way!!”

The bell rings and the fans go crazy, but the joy is short lived. Covey recovers and BLASTS Douglas right over the head with the chair! Travis rushes in from the outside, but Alan gets to his knees as he runs past, stopping Travis dead in his tracks with a low-blow! The crowd pours on the heat as the Two Man Apocalypse glare in anger! Fiscus is up, grabbing a doubled-over Travis by the hair. He points to Covey who makes a ‘gimmie’ gesture with his hands, and Fiscus shoves Storm over, Matt catching him and quickly tucking Travis’ head between his legs!

Daniels: “NO, PLEASE NO!”

BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!

Travis is spiked right on his head and he rolls onto the mat, unmoving. A constant stream of jeers resounds, but Anarchy Rising aren’t done yet. Covey picks Douglas up and shoves him towards Alan. Fiscus catches him, positions himself…

OVERTHROW ONTO THE CHAIR!

Syd and Steph get into the ring, carrying the titles. Stephanie hands Alan his, and Sydney offers Covey’s to him but he waves her away, so she hands that one to Alan as well. Fiscus Raises both belts high and Covey raises his fist, ‘Puritania’ begins to blare as the Two Man Apocalypse stand over the wreckage of their opponents.

Daniels: “We had a front row seat in Tallahassee for that beat down.”

Masters: “Absolutely, well after that, the higher ups in CZW figured the Storms to be at least in consideration for #1 contender to those belts. So they waited in the wings for another tag team to emerge, to challenge them for that #1 contendership.”

Daniels: “Enter, Beautiful Agony. They worked their way into the match at War Zone in Nashville on Sept 18th. However, neither team came out with the win, due to Alan Fiscus barreling into the ring and devastating both teams. Soon after that, former GM Gregory Grantham, in maybe one of his final acts as GM, made this match a reality, pitting the champs against BOTH of these teams.”

Masters: “And here we are now, one week removed from CZW’s Extreme Intervention. Monroe lost his match to Mike King; Rowan won the match for his team in the 5 on 5. Fiscus was victorious over Big Nasty in the Hell in a Cell, the Storms were dormant, and…well…Covey married JENA! I hope there are no lingering effects from all of that.”

Daniels: “You mean like if the wrestlers are a little sore or injured from their rough matches?”

Masters: “Actually, I was thinking like, I hope Covey doesn’t have the clap or anything…”

A blank stare by both men, as they stare at each other, and then right into the camera…

Daniels: “Anyway, enough talking lets give it to Ms. Towers for the call”

Masters: *under his breath* “I’d give it to her…”

Daniels: “Huh?”

Towers: “This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CZW Global Tag Team Championship!”

The crowd erupts, eager to see the intense action about to happen…

Towers: “Coming to the ring first…”

‘Bullet with Butterfly Wings’ explodes over the speakers, and out from the curtain step crowd favorites Eddie Rowan and Mike Monroe.

Towers: “At a combined weight of 406 lbs, from the stable Beautiful Agony, here is Eddie “Rated E for Everyone” Rowan and “Faithless” Mike Monroe!!!”

The two men stop at the beginning of the entry ramp, as pyro blares from both sides. The two hold up their arms, and the crowd pops loudly. They head down the ramp, high fiving the fans with outstretched arms, Monroe grabs a fan’s sign that reads “I Love Beautiful Agony!” and holds it up showing it to the rest of the crowd, then giving it back to the kid. Eddie has his CZW X Championship belt around his waist. Both men enter the ring and hop up on a couple turnbuckles, raising their arms to the sky, Rowan forming an “X” with his. More pyro explodes from the other two turnbuckles, and the crowd loves it. The music stops, and the two men meet, pound fists, and await their next opponents.

Towers: “And their first opponents…”

“Rising Force” blares over the P.A. system, and out steps Douglas and Travis Storm.

Towers: “From Manchester, England, weighing in at a combined weight of 465 lbs, here are “Dead End” Travis and Douglas “The Future” Storm, the STORM BROTHERS!!!!!!”

The two walk side by side, slowly, down the entrance ramp. They received a mixed reaction from the crowd, some booing, some cheering, as they make their way to the ring. They hop up on the apron, turn to acknowledge the crowd, and then enter the ring. They eye the Beautiful Agony men, but make no advances towards them. The music cuts as the Storm Brothers are in another corner, opposite of the corner with Rowan and Monroe.

Towers: “And finally, the last opponents.”

“Thieves” by Ministry hits, and that signals who is about to step out from behind the curtain. The crowd immediately begins to boo, drowning out the music from the speakers.

Towers: “They are the CZW Global Tag Team Champions. Coming in at a combined weight of 465 lbs. From the stable of Anarchy Rising, “Bad Ass” Matt Covey and “The One Man Riot” Alan FISCUS!!!!!!”

Again the boos flood the arena, drowning out almost all other noise. The crowd continues to boo even when no one has entered from backstage. Towers is left looking confused in the middle of the ring, as do the four wrestlers who are awaiting the champs. Suddenly, Alan’s face appears on the CombatTron, and it appears he has a message for the arena.

Alan Fiscus: “Well, look at all these pathetic grimy fans, flocking to this run down arena. Kansas Coliseum? You took your name from the great Roman architectural structure? The place where gladiators fought to the death and pathetic slaves met their gruesome end? This place couldn’t even compare! It smells like rotting vagina, and by the looks of you all, you love it! I dreaded this homecoming, even had the date circled on my calendar. I knew I would have to come back to this hell on earth, and look at you inbred toothless f*cks, one more time. Sure makes me glad to know I got the hell out of here and found much greener, and cleaner, pastures!”

The crowd doesn’t take to the comments lightly, and boo violently, cursing Fiscus’ name.

Alan Fiscus: “Hey now, easy does it. I mean, I’m sure you believe your words are hurting my feelings. I said this was no coliseum, but there still can be pathetic men meeting a bloody end. I can give you that. Hell, you can call me Caesar! But to the nature at hand. We are about to come down there, and beat the hell out of all 4 of you, and no doubt retain these babies *holds up both Global Tag belts* but there is one thing I must get out of the way. Mr. Rowan…”

Eddie, who was talking with Monroe, perhaps about strategy, looks up at the CombatTron, confused his name was just mentioned.

Alan Fiscus: “Mr. Rowan. Rated Ehh for Everyone. *chuckles* We have offered twice now, a chance to break free from the chains of that other stable you are stuck in. The Vienna Boys Choir? The 4-H club of the CZW? Oh, durrr, how could I forget? With such a striking name and the success to back it, you’d think the creativity of Beautiful Agony would etch that name in my mind, never letting me forget it. F*ck that, here’s the truth, Rowan. The name of Beautiful Agony, whatever the hell it stands for, and the shitty selection of talent, or lack thereof, inside it will never be remembered. Only the savviest of fans would remember the crap that B.A. said, or the disgraces they had inside the ring. However, I am offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity. To become a part of the greatest stable in wrestling, the strongest force on the planet, Anarchy Rising. No, I can’t promise you cute promotions where we all dress up and play story time with each other. I can’t promise that Rob Wright or Thanatos will follow you around, hoping to catch one whiff of your ass, like Monroe and Havok do. I can’t even promise that our ladies will let you rail them consistently, like Tatum surely does. Wait, yes I can promise that last one *chuckles again* What I can promise, however, is that you will be a part of the group that yields the CZW World Champion come Horror Core. The CZW TV Champion will be a part of our ranks. And our course, you will be in good company with the CZW Global Tag Champs *holds up both belts, and smirks* the fact of the matter is, join us, and spare yourself. Defy us, and you will meet the same end as the other three f*ggots in the ring with you. So???”

The crowd has fallen silent, taking in all of Fiscus’ words. The camera points to Eddie Rowan, wanting to get his reaction. He stays silent for a moment, then moves over and beckons for Jessica’s microphone.

Eddie Rowan: “Fiscus. It’s not like your previous offers have fallen over deaf ears. I have heard each time you and Matt have asked me to join your stable. And, honestly, I’ve considered it.”

The crowd gasps, and the color in Mike Monroe’s face turns to ghostly white. He stares at Rowan, mouth open wide.

Eddie Rowan: “Sorry to drop that bombshell on ya, Mike. I mean, I weighed my options. I have obtained gold myself, *tapping the CZW X Championship Belt around his waist.* But you are only as good as the company you hang with. And I want the other men and women in my stable to push me, to challenge me, to make me better. I strive for greatness, I mean; it seemed like an impossible task, to fight for the CZW World Heavyweight Championship, when I first entered this federation. But now, it seems more like an imminent task at hand. So, I look at your group, your unmasked band of un-merry men. Frank Fitch? I think Tatum could handle him one on one…and NOT in that way! Leo Crow? Havok is about the most Emo of a guy I can handle. Rob Wright, Thanatos? I’m pretty sure I handled them by myself, retaining this bad boy and dropping the two of them with ease. So that leaves me, well, with just you two. And I figure, once we drop both of you in this ring for the 1, 2, 3. That will mean I have taken care of almost your entire stable, and if they ever let Crow off his suicide watch, I can drop him as well. Why would I want to join a group of losers? I’m a champ, Monroe and I are about to win more gold…Nah fella. I’m good where I stand. Just get off that jumbo screen, and come on down for a jumbo sized beat down.”

Rowan drops the mic, the crowd begins to cheer loudly, Monroe pats his partner on the back, and they wait for the arrival. The CombatTron shows a furious Fiscus, and then cuts to black, and then, the entire arena goes black. Flashes of cameras and cell phone lights can be seen, and then the lights jolt back on, and standing in the ring are Fiscus and Matt Covey, and the havoc begins.

Masters: “OH MY GOD! FISCUS AND COVEY ARE IN THE RING!”

Daniels: “What? He was just on the big screen! Now they’re here! And WHOA! Big double clothesline by Covey and Fiscus, and Beautiful Agony just got flipped over the top ropes and out to the concrete!”

The Two Man Apocalypse then turns to the Storms, and the Storm Brothers charge at them. Alan and Matt duck, then flip the Storms over their backs, and onto the concrete as well.

Masters: “DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?!? They have just cleared the ring! Alan Fiscus and Matt Covey have just cleared the ring in seconds!”

Alan slings both of the belts off to the corner of the ring, and both men laugh at the fallen foursome outside the ring. Beautiful Agony gets to their feet, and climb up on the ring apron. Then, the Storms come up on the other side of the apron, and all four men enter, surrounding Fiscus and Covey.

Daniels: “Uh oh, here we go! The champs are surrounded! What are they gonna do now?”

Monroe and Rowan lunge at the champs, and all four men lock up in a grapple. Eddie kicks Covey in the gut, and then executes a snap suplex immediately. Fiscus hits Monroe with a huge European uppercut, dropping “Faithless” to the ground.

Masters: “And now Alan and Eddie stand toe to toe! Eddie just declined the offer to join Fiscus’ crew, and Alan seems quite angry!”

The two lock up, but are then blindsided by the forgotten Storms. Travis and Douglas both hit simultaneous dropkicks to the sides of Fiscus and Rowan, breaking the latter’s grapple. Chaos begins to ensue, with Covey getting to his feet and putting a chokehold on Travis. Douglas comes to his aide and starts pounding on Covey’s face, but Matt will not let go of the hold. Monroe joins in, hitting elbows to Covey’s back, and then Alan gets blasted by Travis’ right hand. The six men rumble, no one having the upper hand, all exchanging and receiving blows to the sides and faces. Travis goes to spear Fiscus, and both men take the fall, through the ropes and onto the outside floor.

Daniels: “This is complete and utter insanity! Covey, Rowan, and Douglas and all going at it, Rowan just hit a roundhouse kick on “The Future”, and “Bad Ass” then followed that up with a big DDT on Eddie!”

Masters: “This referee needs to get things in control here; there is no order…its anarchy!”

Daniels: “Anarchy RISING!”

Masters shoots a disgruntled look at the lame comment by Daniels.

Douglas gets to his feet, and picks up Eddie. D. Storm nails a big swinging neck breaker on Rowan, and Eddie rolls under the ropes and gets out of harm’s way.

Standing in the ring are Mike Monroe, Douglas Storm, and Matt Covey. The bell rings.

Masters: “Oh, there’s the bell! We actually have JUST one of each team in the ring, and the match is official! I expect the agility of Monroe and the speed of Douglas to shine through in this pairing of the three, and WOW! Covey just leveled Monroe with a head butt followed up with a thunderous jawbreaker!”

Daniels: “Yeah, you talked about the other two guys, but let’s not forget about the downright bad-ass-ness of Covey!”

Masters: “Is that even a word? Never mind, Douglas and Matt have locked up!”

Fiscus has gotten up and climbed to his corner, and Travis is slow to his, but eventually makes it. All three of men NOT in the ring, and cheering on their partners, and reaching their hands out, eager to get tagged in and join in the action.

Matt gets spun around by Douglas, and the Storm locks in an abdominal stretch on Covey. Monroe uses the ring ropes to pull himself up, and is rubbing his jaw from that previous move. He charges the two, but holds off, actually ENJOYING the despair on Covey’s face. He puts his hands on his hips, mocking Matt.

Masters: “And would you look at that! Mike Monroe loves the pain Matt Covey is in!”

Daniels: “Well, no sense in killing yourself, when you can catch your breath and watch the other two go at it! But Douglas lets go of the move for some reason, and CHARGES MONROE!”

The Storm brother catches Mike off guard, and gives him a big backhand to the chest, sending “Faithless” back. Douglas is relentless, striking with more backhands, and kicks to the gut, until Monroe stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Douglas sets Monroe up on the top turnbuckle.

Masters: “It looks like a big superplex! YES! Monroe just got crushed! Douglas grabs a leg…”

1 _ _ _ _ _ 2

_ _ _ Daniels: “Oh of course not! Covey just broke up the count. The Storms aren’t going to sneak the belts away from these two!”

Covey stomps on the Storm bro to break up the pin fall attempt, and then stands him up. Covey then lifts Douglas high in the air.

Masters: “Look at the power of Matt Covey! What’s he gonna do with Douglas 6 feet up in the air? OUCH! He just let go of Douglas and the Storm Brother dropped on the fallen Monroe!”

Daniels: “And here we go! Covey just puts one boot on the pile of them, he’s pinning them both!”

1 _ _ _ _ 2

_ _ _ _ KICKOUT!!!

Masters: “Monroe somehow lifted up and kicked out, even with Douglas Storm lying on top of him!”

Covey seems surprised he didn’t get the pin fall, and takes a big swing at Mike Monroe, Mike however, ducks it, runs off the rope behind Covey, springs off the ropes and levels Covey with a sunset flip.

Daniels: “Look at that feisty Monroe! Leaping like a…well….jumping bean!”

Monroe, caught up in the action of dropping Covey, doesn’t see Douglas slide over to his own corner and tag in Travis.

Masters: “And here comes Travis Storm! “Dead End” is on a mission!”

Travis charges at Monroe and hits a running bulldog. He then leaps up and nails Covey with a standing dropkick. He leaps up again.

Daniels: “Man, Travis is fresh and ready to bust some heads! He is flying around the ring, sparks flying from under his shoes! Matt is reeling, here comes Travis!”

Travis lunges and hits a cross body block on Matt. Matt stumbles back and through the ring ropes, hanging on and laying on the apron. Travis then turns to Monroe and the two lock up. Monroe has the upper hand, and throws a big knee to the midsection of the Storm bro. Travis moves back just enough, and Rowan snags him, locking his arms. The two from Beautiful Agony double team the solo Storm, Monroe hitting big kicks to the exposed chest and stomach of Travis. Mike then sprints and runs to the other side of the ring, attempting to bounce off the ropes.

Masters: “OH MAN! Covey just pulled the ropes down, and out goes Mike Monroe! That damn Covey went Bush league on these guys, and yanked one of the ropes down!”

Daniels: “Monroe just crashed into the guardrail outside, and looks injured.”

Covey then slyly steps back into the ring, where Rowan still has a hold on the flailing Storm. He winds up to hit Travis with a huge haymaker, but at the last second Travis reaches up, grabbing around Eddie’s neck and drops down, guillotining “Rated E” and ducking under the swing by Covey. Travis, sitting on the ground, nailed Covey in the groin, sending the champ backpedaling in pain. Covey moves over to his corner, and Alan is anxious to get in. The tag is made.

Masters: “Here comes FISCUS! He is eager to kick ass!”

Daniels: “Yeah, I feel sorry for Travis. ‘The One Man Riot’ is about to wreck face.”

Alan rumbles right into Travis Storm, overpowering him with right and left punch combos, then grappling him, and hitting a huge spinning power bomb immediately. He doesn’t let up, however, getting to his feet and stomping relentlessly on the fallen Storm. Eddie, getting up from the outside floor, slides in the ring, and joins the melee. Eddie starts stomping on Travis with Fiscus, causing Alan to stop and look at Eddie confusingly. Eddie stomps a couple more times, then stops and looks at Alan. Alan stretches out his hand, for a handshake, and Eddie goes for it.

Masters: “What? Unbelievable? Fiscus and Rowan? Allies?”

Daniels: “They are actually shaking hands! WAIT! NO! Fiscus pulls Rowan close and hits a snap clothesline! Rowan got blindsided!” Fiscus grabs “Rated E” and puts him in an arm lock. Eddie writhes in pain, as Alan drops a couple elbows on Rowan’s twisted right arm. He lifts up Eddie and drops the X Champ with a nasty inverted facelock backbreaker. Travis, finally up from the stomping barrage that happens just moments earlier, heads to Alan, attempting to surprise him. Alan senses him coming, however, and whips back an elbow, catching Travis across the bridge of the nose. The shot opens up Travis, and blood runs down the Storm’s face. Alan then backs into Travis, almost asking him to grapple. Alan is shoving his backside into the lower area of Travis.

Masters: “What in the HELL? Alan is provocatively pushing his backside into Travis! Almost taunting him!”

Daniels: “And would you get a view of the look on Fiscus’ face! He’s smiling! This sick individual loves it!”

Alan taunts Travis a bit more, then spins around and punches “Dead End” straight in the throat, then grabs him and hits an enormous running Death Valley Driver. He goes for the cover.

1 _ _ _ _ 2

_ _ _ _ 3!!!

NO!!!

Masters: “Eddie just broke it up! Eddie just saved his team and the Storms from losing their shot at the gold!"

Rowan rips Alan’s leg off of Travis. Eddie punts Travis in the face, splattering the blood even more, making the sight of it quite gruesome. Eddie then focuses on Alan, and then grabs Fiscus, whipping him into the ropes. When Alan runs back, he ducks a clothesline by Rowan, and bounces off the back ropes. Coming back, he meets a spinning heel kick from “Rated E” and then Eddie pounces on Fiscus, hitting a big tornado DDT.

Daniels: “The X Champ sure is giving it to the Global Tag Champ! Travis looks like he’s recovering from his attack, and gets up, and what’s this?”

Masters: “It looks as if Travis Storm is getting into it with Matt Covey! Travis heads over there instead of tagging in the fresh Douglas, and starting exchanging harsh words with Covey!”

Travis and Covey get in a heated exchange of words, while Eddie heads to the top rope. Covey reaches out and grabs Travis, pounding with high rights onto the back of Travis’ head.

Masters: “OH GOD! ROWAN’S ON THE TOP ROPE! ALAN IS DOWN! ST EDWARDS FALL!”

Daniels: “And Travis and Covey are scrapping in one corner, they don’t even notice! The pin falls by Rowan!”

1 _ _ _ _ _ 2

_ _ _ _ _ 3!!!!

Pinfall!!!

Masters: “Oh my god! We have new champs!!!”

Rowan rolls off of Alan, as the two gasp for air. Monroe comes flying over the top rope and congratulates Rowan. Suddenly, “Dreams” by Van Halen hits over the speakers. The crowd spins around from looking at the ring to staring at the entryway. Out walks the owner of the CZW, and current War Zone GM, Derek Damage.

Derek Damage: “Well HELLOOOOOOO WICHITA! What an amazing battle we just had here! Looks like the GREAT Alan Fiscus was bested! However, Eddie Rowan, who pinned Alan, was not the legal man! In fact, he was never tagged in by Monroe! This means….”

The crowd groins, seeing that the match is probably a DQ and the fan hated Fiscus/Covey team will retain.

Derek Damage: “It means the match will continue! LET’S DO THIS!”

The crowd erupts, and the men in the ring look confused at first, but then Alan levels Eddie with a right hook, and heads over to tag in Covey!

Masters: “OH WOW! What action! Rowan hits the St. Edwards Fall, pins Alan, and is never in fact, the legal man!”

Daniels: “And now, these tired men must continue this relentless assault! Rowan gets to his corner and Monroe tags him, but that means Rowan is finally the legal man!”

Rowan, forgetting about the previous mishap, reaches an outstretched hand again to tag Monroe, making Mike the legal man. Just as his fingers are about to his Monroe’s hand…

BAM!

Travis Storm tackles Rowan, slamming Eddie’s head onto the mat. Covey lets the two go at it, and heads out of the ring, over to the announcers table.

Masters: “Here comes Covey! What in the hell does he want?”

Daniels: “I don’t know, but I’m staying the hell out of his way! He’s got the TV!”

Covey rips one of the monitors off the table, yanking the cords from the power sources. He slides it under the rope and gets back up in the ring. Travis and Eddie are grappling, and they don’t see Covey comes, yielding his TV above his head like a wild man.

Masters: “NO NO NO, LOOK OUT!!!”

SMASH!!!

Daniels: “Covey just blasted the TV onto Travis Storm!”

Storm rolls over, knocked out, and Eddie gets to his corner, and tags in Monroe. Monroe leaps over the ropes and slaps Covey in the back. Matt spins around, enraged, and snatches Monroe by the neck. He raises him high in the air, and choke slams Mike Monroe. Douglas is anxious, not having been in the action for over 10 minutes. He has his hand outstretched, and is screaming at his brother, egging him on to get over to the Storm’s corner and tag Douglas in. Covey sees this, and actually drags the limp body of Travis over, picking up Travis’ hand.

Masters: “Can you believe this? Matt Covey is making Travis tag in Douglas!”

Daniels: “Monroe is down with a choke slam, Eddie is still woozy, and Travis is knocked unconscious! All Covey has to do is cover for the win, but NO! He WANTS the fresh Douglas to come in! Travis’ hand tags in Douglas Storm!”

“The Future” flies into the ring and locks up with Matt Covey immediately. Covey tries to level Douglas with a big overhand smash, but Douglas kicks Covey right away to halt the attempt. Douglas rips “Bad Ass” over his head and

SMASH!

Masters: “WOW! Douglas just hit his patented Thundersnap brain buster on Covey, on top of the broken TV glass! Covey’s back just got ripped open by the shards of glass!”

Daniels: “Douglas with the cover!”

1 _ _ _ _ 2 _ _ _ _ NO!!!

Both: “Douglas stood up?!? WHAT?!”

Masters: “Douglas had that match won, the Storm Brothers were Global Tag champs! Why did he get up!?”

Douglas stands up, and angrily looks at the direction of his own corner. Travis’ still lifeless body had been propped up against the turnbuckle, and Alan is squatting over Travis’ face, putting his crotch on “Dead End” nose.

Daniels: “LOOK AT FISCUS! HE’S MOCK-TEABAGGING TRAVIS!”

Douglas is enraged, and heads over to Fiscus, to get him off his own brother. Monroe gets up, and stalks behind Douglas. Alan gets off of Travis, and points down at his crotch beckoning for Douglas to engage with him.

Masters: “Oh MAN! Alan is pissing off Douglas! You can almost see the steam coming out of Douglas’ ears!”

Douglas charges, and lunges at Alan. Alan jumps up onto the turnbuckle, leaving Douglas to crash into his brother. Alan surprises the progressing Monroe, and leaps off the turnbuckle, hitting a missile dropkick on “Faithless”

Daniels: “Alan is making these Storm Brothers and Mike Monroe look like fools!”

Covey is up now, and he and Alan look to put this match away. The two stand up Mike Monroe, and attempt a two man piledriver.

Masters: “A double piledriver on Mike Monroe? YES!! WAIT, COVEY IS HANGING ON! HE’S GOING FOR HIS SIGNATURE MOVE!”

Rowan enters the ring and charges, trying to stop Covey from nailing his move.

Daniels: “Can the X Champ save the day? NO! Fiscus meets Rowan with a big boot to the midsection! AND THERE IT IS!!!”

BOOM!

Both: “BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!!”

Masters: “Covey just NAILED Monroe! AND WHOA!”

THUD!

Daniels: “Alan just RIPPED THROUGH Rowan with a Riotplex! Beautiful Agony is down! The cover by Matt Covey!!!”

1 _ _ _ _ The Storm brothers are slow to their feet

_ _ 2 _ _ _ They charge at Covey, trying to break up the cover in time

_ _ _ 3!!!!

Both: “IT’S OVER!”

Travis and Douglas knock Covey off of Monroe, but it is too late, as the 3 count was called.

**Winner by Pinfall via Blow it Out your Ass, Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus, (24:35)**

“Puritania” hits and Alan Fiscus and Matt Covey roll out of the ring, heading to the entry ramp but turning to face the Storms.

Towers: “Your winners…..and STILL CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS……Alan “The One Man Riot” Fiscus, “Bad Ass” Matt Covey, The Two Man Apocalypse of Anarchy RISING!!!!!!!!”

Fiscus hands one belt to Covey, who makes no attempt to grab it. Alan throws the belts over one shoulder, and blows a kiss to Travis and Douglas, as the champs back their way up the aisle. The Storms look enraged, and Beautiful Agony looks crushed.

Masters: “I can’t believe it! The champs retain!”

Daniels: “I definitely thought the Storms would pull off the upset! And what’s with all the homosexual connotations between Alan and the Storms??”

Masters: “No clue, but I just went from 6 to midnight!”

Daniels: *pauses* “OOOOOkay, well for Williams Masters, I’m Jarred Daniels, and this has been another exciting broadcast of CZW’s WarZone! See you next week, in Kansas City!!!!!