DANIELS: Well I was about to introduce you all folks, but I guess the President wants to do that himself.

MASTERS: Any why not? These people would much rather the President and of course the Intercontinental Champion introduce the show for us all.

DANIELS: Not by the sound of these Mexican fans, and yes as we see, Jesse is accompanied by Karl Jackson, otherwise known as the Jackal, and I guess were going to have listen to what they have to say.

MASTERS: Have to? You should WANT to hear from the President!

Jesse Montana and Jackal stand on the stage, clearly creating a fit of hatred from the fans. Jesse begins to pose and even bow down to the fans, after his acting last week, pretending to have changed his ways. Jackal walks down to the ring, looking a little more serious, Jesse behind him chewing on his gum, laughing and goading the fans. Both men climb inside the ring as Jesse gets the music to stop, now left with a sea of boos. Jesse Montana then grabs a microphone as he begins to speak.

‘Oh quit your whining, I would listen to your chants but I can’t understand a damn word your all saying anyway. Learn to speak English you bunch of worthless unemployed little shits.’

This creates an up roar with the fans, clearly understanding every insult he mentions. Jackal smiles liking the words from Montana.

‘Now I thought I would start off this weeks Overdrive just like me and my new teammate Karl Jackson here, just like we ended last week’s One Year Anniversary…and what kind of CZW Anniversary show would it be without yours truly, the Sensation and quite simply the one man that made CZW to what it is today, Jesse Montana. Yeah I decided to not only make an appearance, I also fooled each and everyone who was in the arena, who was watching in the back, who was sitting home with there imbecilic like family, even getting another one over on my long-term buddy Alan Fiscus. Hell I have Expressed him in the jaw so many times, he now has a free ticket to ride the Montana Express for being such a loyal customer.’

Jesse looks at Jackal who is now holding his jaw, laughing at Alan Fiscus. The fans chant for Fiscus and Whole Damn Show.

‘Yeah you can chant for them all you like, funny how you sheep boo them when they attack the likes of Brian Kirkland or the rest of your beloved Team Beautiful XTC…’

The fans chant for XTC now, Jesse speaking over them.

‘Look at you…I mean you actually cheered me for a while, you actually believed Jesse Montana was like all of you, I even apologized…’

Jesse now begins to fake cry, wiping his eyes and even grabbing a tissue from his pocket. Jackal still laughs as he watches on.

‘I’m so sorry…I love you all really…I love CZW…blah blah blah…All it took me was a few sorry fake words and I had all of you kissing my ass better than Maynard O’Toole ever could. You all cheered me like I was some hero, but in actual fact, I was laughing at each and everyone of you deep down as was the Jackal.’

‘You see, I am Jesse Montana and I will never be like any of you. After all this time, I would of thought that would sink into your bottom feeding minds, but oh no…one chance that Montana could be on your side and you sold out…That’s right, me and Jackal never sold out, all of you sold out!’

The fans boo that comment and chant ‘You sold out’ to both men.

‘Jesse Montana always and forever will be the most hated man in CZW…the most controversial, the most diabolical and the genius we all know I am…I always get the best of you, we all know it’s why you boo me…your all jealous.’

Jesse looks a little more serious into the camera, staring down the lens, Jackal also staring with his icy cold eyes.

‘Jesse Montana has always been a wolf, even when I pretended to be like all you sheep, dressing in sheep’s clothing, I was still always the wolf I made my name on…I am the opposite of you and that is why I am the most successful superstar in history…not only being the longest reigning World Champion in CZW history, but also becoming the greatest General Manager and President of CZW!’

Jesse points at Jackal who nods.

‘Now do you see why the Jackal teamed up with me?’

‘That’s right, in front of all of you, that’s right, all you guys at the back there, squint your eyes, gaze past the green fog that maybe lining the rows, look closely and see Jesse Montana, the most successful and TRUE superstar of 2008, and also see the Most Dangerous Man and Intercontinental Champion in CZW…together, we are simply unbeatable.’

Jesse looks back into the camera.

‘You see, Jesse Montana always has a plan, ever since I started here last year in January, I had a plan, that plan went through many different transformations, but in the end that plan came off…Jesse Montana was the World Champion and I was also the President of CZW…my plan was successful, just like my newest of plans. I faked my fall from that Sky Box for a reason. I faked Jackal attacking me in my own home for a reason. I came back and made the stipulation for the Stable Wars for a REASON!’

‘All a part of my plan…and you were all in on it, now as I stand here with 2009 in mind, there is no Elite Revolution, there is nothing eating me up inside, there is nothing stopping me and the Jackal from ruling CZW…I mean lets face it…I own CZW anyway!’

Jesse stops and pauses while looking around, looking disgusted by the fans who continue to boo.

‘But why am I even explaining all this to you, I am not even sure you can understand English. You guys boo at everything I say don’t you, I could stand here and sing the national anthem and you would boo and chant. But I guess we are in…Mexico after all.’

The fans react to the dis-respect Jesse shows the Country.

‘You know, if I had my way, CZW would never bother touring in this God forsaken crap bucket. If I had my way, America would bomb Mexico and separate North America from the south just like we should be. I mean…What is the only thing separating us from South America?’

‘That’s right, this shit hole we call Mexico…No wonder criminals escape and find solace in Mexico, your all a bunch of damn thugs anyway, I am surprised Chris Ross and Kimo aren’t living here. What do you have to be proud of? Your biggest accomplishment was Krimzon Blaze, and even he isn’t really Mexican…your fucking pathetic, and even still…you can’t understand a DAMN WORD I SAY!’

The fans are now deepening as Jesse carries on, speaking over the rioting.

‘But lucky for me and Jacko here, in the back there are people who can understand English, well minus the obvious Tim Timmons, but he is gradually learning, now in the second grade after his pass from the first a few days back, congratulations Timmons.’

Jackal bursts into laughter as he looks down at his IC Title and shakes his head at the camera, as to say, ‘Tim is never going to win this’.

‘So you guys in the back, I ploy to you, you can either join us or you can attempt to beat us, either way your battle is pointless, as I own all your asses anyway.’

Jesse passes the microphone over to Jackal as he waits for the boos to calm down slightly before jumping in a little irate.

You can boo all you like. As I look out all I see is a crowd of losers and morons. Jesse and I fooled all of you and all the morons in the back. All I have had since is messages and emails asking me ‘Why Jackal, why?’

I guess all you people are wondering… why did I join forces with the man I appeared to hate more than any other person in CZW. Well it was Jesse who approached me and we decided to do what was best for business and that was have the two greatest stars in CZW on the same side and rule CZW. We were on the same page even before Horrorcore and when Jesse suffered that not so real fall from the sky box… we were on the same side.

So how about Elite Revolution? A band of CZW haters obsessed with taking over CZW. Hell, I don’t hate CZW… I never have. It is CZW where I have taken my career to new heights, it is CZW that offered me the opportunity… an opportunity I have grabbed with both hands. It is here in CZW where I have won the first of many major titles. It is CZW that has given me what I have today… well actually, it is CZW and Jesse Montana who have given me what I have today!

The fans boos become louder as the Jackal points to Jesse Montana, who is laying across the turnbuckle with a huge grin across his face.

Daniels: This is making me sick Jarred… the Jackal sucking up to our boss like this.

Masters: That is a ridiculous thing to say you idiotic little man. The Jackal and Jesse Montana had us all fooled, even me and that is saying something. Jackal isn’t sucking up to Jesse, he is showing gratitude for all the things Jesse has given him, maybe you should take a leaf from the Jackal’s book.

The Elite Revolution for me was a cover story. I used them to divert the attention and it worked on every single one of you, every single CZW superstar… and even my own family. It seems that two other members of the Revolution had similar ideas…Mortius… Ronnie McNeil. Only it isn’t quite the same is it? You see I used the Elite Revolution to cover the fact me and Jesse were in collusion, and I used them to better my career. But Ronnie and Mortius… the Elite Revolution used you and then you turned on them, but for what? Where are you now?

Just so you two know… it was me who got both of you on board. Mortius, you came to me… Ronnie, I came to you. But both of you were taken on for one reason. And that was to create a weak link in the team. You see I never wanted the Elite Revolution to win, the idea was for them to lose. When Alan Fiscus pinned Grantham’s shoulders to the mat it wasn’t a victory for the Whole Damn Show, it was a victory for CZW… a victory for Jesse Montana and a victory for the Jackal.

But Ronnie… I may be seeing you sooner than I thought. You see you have a match tonight to determine the number one contender for my Intercontinental title. If you win, it would give me great pleasure to snap your ankle with the Jackal Lock or crush your trachea with the Jackson Crush. I have no real problem with you, but when you go after my championship… it creates a problem. And if you win later tonight then you will be my problem, and you will be a problem I will extinguish. But then it may not be you… it could be that Tim…Tim…

Timmons, that’s him… or indeed that guy in the front row.

Jesse stands up from his relaxed position with a confused look on his face. The Jackal sees him and offers the microphone up to his mouth. Jesse points to the fan that the Jackal has just pointed out, a young Mexican boy… possibly only about ten years old!

Jackal… that’s just some kid?

The Jackal shakes his head, but Jesse nods and Jackal looks at the young fan again.

Oh…yes…my apologies kid I thought you were Krimzon Blaze!

The Jackal takes his shiny Intercontinental championship belt that is on his shoulder and holds it up to the camera.

Well Krimzon, Timmons, Ronnie…. It doesn’t matter to me who wins. Next week I will defend my title and I will be successful. To beat me and take my precious title from me you will have to cripple me, and there is no man alive that can do that to me! But rest assured… I will have no problems crippling you or maiming you if that is what it takes to keep the gold around my waist.

Jesse once again walks up to the Jackal and again he puts the microphone up to Jesse.

Jackal… you are kind of scaring me here.

The Jackal nods and smiles.

Well we are on the same team Jesse, unlike the Elite Revolution. I mean they were a complete joke… yours truly not included of course. Eric Collum, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I used you as part of my master plan but I have no beef with you. I actually hope you win your number one contender match later tonight… you deserve it man.

The fans continue to boo loudly. The Jackal nods as if to give approval to Eric before his face turns serious and he walks closer to the camera, his cold blue eyes staring through the camera lenses.

But Gregory Grantham… I can’t say the same for you. The hardest thing about pretending to be interested in the Elite Revolution and having to work with them was having to work with Gregory Grantham. You claim to be the most intelligent man in CZW and yet you never saw this coming did you? Of course you didn’t see it, you are too pre-occupied with yourself. The only person you truly care about is yourself. You are an arrogant prick, too ignorant to help anyone else… so much so you actually stood by and watched as all your partners including me did all the hard work for you as you did nothing. Being in a team is about giving your everything to help your fellow man, sacrificing yourself to help your team mates. I would give my whole body to Jesse Montana…

Jesse’s arrogant smile quickly drops as he interrupts the Jackal and grabs the microphone.

Whoa whoa easy there Jackal. When me and Mack Beaudin were a team people got the wrong impression. You don’t a starring role in the next ‘Can you get it Up-Starts’ do you.

The fans laugh as the Jackal’s face turns red, then turns to confusion as he mouths to Jesse… “there‘s going to be a next one?”

Jesse shakes his head and looks at the floor. The Jackal begins stamping around and he grabs the microphone back off Jesse Montana.

Shut up! Shut up all of you!!! Its not funny, I just made a slip of the tongue. How dare you laugh at me… what are you… a bunch of smelly, sweaty Mexican assholes!!!

Daniels: The Jackal is not endearing himself to the Mexican fans here. They are almost rioting after that comment.

Masters: I agree, how dare they laugh at a man with enough integrity to align himself with Jesse Montana. Look… what I meant was I would give my ass to Jesse Montana…

Again the fans laugh as Jesse Montana rips the microphone from the Jackal’s hand. The Jackal again begins stamping around realizing that he has made yet another slip of the tongue.

Yeah that’s right, seep it all up, have your little laughs, but you all forget, if I decided, I could close this damn show down and send all your sorry attempts at being human beings back to your homes, or your cardboard boxes and you wouldn’t even get your money’s worth. Yeah that money you saved up for years or you stole of some poor defenseless old woman, it would have all gone into my bank account, so who would get the last laugh then…

Jesse stares deep into the camera.

All of you in the back, I hope your listening to this, I hope your taking us a little more seriously than these dumpster scrounging mutants. I hope your considering your futures in CZW with great thought and I hope you look deep down within yourselves and you ask yourselves this? Which way should I go? If you align with Jesse Montana you too can be rich. You too just like the Jackal here can hold CZW Gold. You too can be as powerful as we are. If people thought Elite Revolution was the true elite of CZW, or maybe you think the Whole Damn Show are, your sadly mistaken because I hold all the cards, I make the matches, I own CZW and with me, you would automatically become the TRUE elite in CZW.

Jesse and Jackal stand side by side, both still deeply staring into the camera.

Guys, you can either make or break your careers, it’s your choice…

"For Whom The Bell Tolls" begins to play, and CZW fades into a commercial.

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The CZW feeds come back alive, and "Almost Easy" by Avenged Sevenfold plays as the crowd erupts in cheers as "Faithless" Mike Monroe comes out and makes his way to the ring. He is in his typical ring gear with his X Title around his waist and a microphone in his hand. He has a serious look on his face as he gets into the ring.

Monroe: I am here for one good reason. There has been some talking going on backstage. But no one wants to say it to my face. And it stops now. Eddie Rowan, get out here right now. Be a man and come out alone like I did. It ends right now.

Mike waits a few moments, staring at the ramp. A few moments of nothing seem to build the tension in the air, when suddenly 'Doomsday Clock' hits. Eddie Rowan moves out onto the stage in jeans and a Whole Damn Show hoodie. He grins out to the fans who give him a very mixed reaction before he makes his way down to the ring, recieving an extra mic before rolling in. He stands face to face with his former partner, the two staring each other down as the music cuts. They're quiet for a long moment before Eddie finally speaks..

Eddie: "What's up, champ? You have something on your mind? I'm right here."

Mike raises the mic to his mouth without breaking his stare from Eddie.

Monroe: What's your damn problem? You used to be a stand up guy. Over like the last month or so, it is like you are afraid to come talk to me face to face unless you new buddies are next to you. Did what I say strike a nerve? You want to say something about me or what I said, say it to my face. Be the bigger man. Get it off your chest, Ed.

Eddie smirks, glancing to the crowd a moment as they all cheer Mike's words.. He waits until they quiet down a bit before replying.

Eddie: "What can I say that I haven't already, buddy? You guys are the ones who made me out to be some sort of monster. I made a decision...to form up with a group of individuals who will steer the direction of this company towards greatness, and you ALL jumped on my back about being a traitor, being a backstabber, being a criminal! And why? What EXACTLY did I do to you guys that made me out to be the villain that you claim I am?"

Mike kind of snickers and pace around the ring before going face to face with Eddie once again.

Monroe: The only monster in this damn ring is your freaking ego. But appearantly you can't see the forest for the damn trees. We didn't make you the villain, you made you the villain. If you wanted to leave and align with Alan, all you had to do was say something and none of this wouldn't happened. You might still be wearing this belt. When you beat down Krimzon Blaze after your match, you beat down all of Beautiful Agony too. You see, KB is a personal friend of mine. He understands what respect means. You don't.

Mike stops for a second as the crowds starts cheering for the comments as Eddie is starting to look agitated

Monroe: You see, you may have not physically touched me at Collateral Damage, but you still pissed me off. And if that don't sink in, go backstage and ask Carnage, Brenda Vixen, or Xavier Necraft what happens when I am betrayed. I'm not saying you will be gone. You are much too good for that. As a matter of fact, I respect your ability. I just needed to show you why I hate backstabbers. Now if you want to run with Alan and his cronies, by all means. Godspeed. Just remember after Alan is done with you, you will be on your own. He doesn't work well with others.

Eddie starts to look slightly annoyed now.

Eddie: "Wait, wait, wait...KRIMZON BLAZE knows what respect means!? The guy talks more shit than anyone else IN this place! I beat him, SOUNDLY on more than one occasion, and how many times did he spout of that I was still carrying HIS belt? I told him I'd break his jaw if he kept flapping it, and so I did! Plain and simple! And as far as betraying you guys goes, deal with it. CZW is all about expecting the unexpected, and NOBODY saw the Whole Damn Show coming!"

The crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos at the mention of the stable. Eddie pauses for effect, smirking out to the crowd with a look that has been common as of late; A Mona Lisa grin that looks simultaneously cheerful and filled with disdain. He turns back to Mike, nose to nose.

Eddie: "You know, Mikey, we're not going to settle this with words, clearly...."

He smirks at Mike, the look now clearly one that shows no joy.

Mike actually looked at Eddie and smiled.

Monroe: I promise you will see this coming, buddy.

Mike then punches Eddie right in the face. Eddie hits the mat and Mike jumps on top of Eddie and they start to trade blows as the crowd comes unglued. They both stand up and Eddie takes Mike down and they start to throw punches again. Then security comes down to the ring and separates the two as the crowd is cheering for both Mike and Eddie. Mike tries to jump over security and get to Eddie.

The security from the back overwhelm both men, keeping them apart as they shout obscenities at each other, vainly struggling to free themselves and press the attack. Eventually, Eddie is forced back up the ramp where he finally gives up and the officials release him, letting him walk to the back. He throws up a pair of middle fingers to Mike, shouting at him before heading to the back. Mike is finally released in the ring where he grabs his X Title belt and holds it high in the air to the cheers from the crowd. He stares up the ramp with an angry gaze, and we fade to a commercial.

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Earlier This Evening.

Footage of events that took place a few hours before the event are shown. When the scene opens, Derek Damage can be seen sitting in a chair on the opposite side of a plexi-glass window. It is apparent that he is sitting in a visiting room at a county jail; and that is evident from the numerous correctional officers posted around the room.

The scene progresses when Justin Marsham is revealed – being brought in by another correctional officer. He takes a seat on the opposite side of Derek Damage and both men pick up their respective phones to speak to one another.

Derek Damage: “How are you doing?”

Justin Marsham: “I’m in jail, so how do you think?”

Derek Damage: “Not good I suppose. So what’re they saying? When are they letting you out?”

Justin Marsham: “Not. They’ve dropped the charges against me for possession. It seems that they had no way to hold me to the charges. However, those idiots from the Travel Channel are pressing charges against me for battery. So, I’m stuck in here now. Judge refused bail on account that I am known for physical violence and that I am a flight risk, so I am literally stuck.”

Derek Damage: “I’ll do what I can to get you out. Though, we’ve got a big night tonight. Tim Timmons will win the number one contendership to the Intercontinental Championship, Total Mayhem will walk away with the Tag Team Championships, and The Impaler will show Buck Evans and the world why he should be the Heavyweight Champion.”

Justin Marsham: “Sounds like it’s a big night, but I really need you to go about getting me the Hell out of here.”

Derek Damage: “I’ll see what I can do, but just sit tight. Caleb Walker will tenderize Chris Ross for you tonight; and tonight, the Player’s Club will show their supremacy.”

Justin Marsham: “Do what you have to do. But, after tonight, Chris Ross had better me in a body bag.”

And with that statement and Marsham being led back to his cell, CZW returns to the present time.

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT MATCH -=-
JACOB HAVOK -vs- CHRIS ROSS -vs- CALEB WALKER

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Phenomenon by Thousand Foot Krutch plays and ‘’Krazy’’ Chris Ross steps through the crowd to a mixture of cheers and jeers. He doesn’t acknowledge them though as he walks down the aisle and steps between the ropes

Masters: Where’s his manager, you know the guy that sounds like cancer treatment, what’s his name, radio?

Daniels: Kimo you mean? I don’t know where he is, but I shudder to think.

Nazareth’s ‘’Hair of the Dog’’ hits as the muscular Caleb Walker walks down the ramp as the fans boo the house down.

Masters: No sign of the talented and amazing Derek Damage either… You don’t think? Radio…?

Daniels: It’s KIMO! And you never know when it comes to him and Ross

Caleb steps between the ropes just as Nothing to lose hit’s the sound system, the crowd, as one, let out a huge cheer for the returning ‘’Emo Prince’’ as he steps through the curtain and the crowd get even louder. His focus, however, seems set on the two in the ring

Daniels: Well, it’s the return of Jacob Havok, and he looks focused here tonight as he slides under the ro…FLYING HEADSCISSORS ON ROSS, straight to the outside, and the unaware Caleb gets hit with a SIDE EFFECT! And the cover….

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Daniels: But gets hit with a shining wizard, these fans are going nuts, as Havoks focus turns to the outside and the recovering rods… CROSS BODY OVER THE TOP, this crowd are chanting his name, this place hasn’t stopped since the initial eruption at his return

Jacob gets back to his feet and slides back into the ring, where Caleb is now up, he runs towards the turnbuckle as Caleb makes a move towards him…

Daniels: WHISPER IN THE WIND! And Jacob’s on his feet to the roar of this crowd, what an impact, but he doesn’t notice Ross back in the ring, Ross is emptying a small pouch into his hand, where the hell did that come from?… Havok turns… Jamaican Jerk Powder, right in his eyes, Jacob is down, rolling on the ground trying to get that stuff out of his eyes, he’s rolled to the outside.

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Daniels: THE BEAST WI… NO! Ross hooks Calebs neck from his elevated position and reverses into a devastating DDT

Masters: This match is great, no lead up, just high impact after high impact

Daniels: Well I think that’s all down to Havok setting the pace when he came in here, talking of Havok, he is now at the announcers desk pouring the jar of water that sits there over his face, looks like he might just get back in this

Masters: If he gets the chance… Look at Ross!

Chris Ross is atop the turnbuckle and hit’s a tsunami splash, landing in a pin

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Daniels: And they’re lifting him straight back up, c’mon guys, this isn’t a one on two

Masters: Yeah but they’re being smart, eliminate one and they only need to concentrate on each other

Ross has climbed the turnbuckle as Caleb has elevated Havok in a super atomic drop position, in the process moving forward and passing Jacob onto the shoulders of Ross for a super powerbomb

Daniels: BUT HAVOK REVERSES, HURRICANRANA ON ROSS, AND ROSS PLOUGHS INTO CALEB

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Masters: Yeah, these fans are getting there moneys worth all right, if Havok just saw the error of his ways and came over to the good side with Caleb here and Derek Damage everything would be okay

Daniels: Well Havok has made no bones about the fact that he’s not happy about the company he’s returned to, but his style still elicits a great reaction from these fans

With Ross back on his feet he overpowers Jacob and lands a belly to belly suplex, keeping his hold he raises landing another belly to belly, raising once more he lands a third, finally releasing on impact, reaching the turnbuckle he goes to the top, signalling for the Tidal Wave Splash, he leaps…

Masters: Straight into an uppercut from Walker out of nowhere, brilliant!

Daniels: Well I don’t envy Ross right now, that uppercut landing on his neck with his AND Walkers momentum behind it, and he’s rolling on the floor, grabbing his throat as Walker takes advantage of Havok’s downed position to lock in The Bone Crusher, this is it

Masters: YES! Caleb getting his dues, c’mon Havok, tap tap TAP!!!

Havok, screaming in pain, goes for the ropes, but Walker drags him back to the centre of the ring, applying pressure. Once more Havok tries, inch by inch, to make his way to the ropes… But Caleb drags him back once more, sinking to his knees to make any further attempt by Jacob to reach the ropes almost impossible. Havok raises his hand

Daniels: He looks set to tap…

Jacob reins in his instinct to tap bunching his open palm into a fist as his screams become ones of anger, he pulls in his free leg and

Masters: RIGHT IN CALEBS WALKERS!!! THAT’S NOT RIGHT!

Daniels: What do you want the ref to do? Disqualify him? Well Walker has now released his hold on Havok and is holding himself instead as Havok is trying, and failing, to try and get back up on his injured ankle.

Indeed, Havok is finding it difficult to get back to his feet instead sliding back against the turnbuckle as he massages his ankle

Daniels: Well that certainly slowed the match down, Jacob is trying to get some feeling back in his ankle, Walker is curled up in the centre of the ring and Ross is coughing, but looks to almost be back to his feet… YES its Ross up first and heads towards Caleb, who probably in the most pain right now, and Ross will be wanting some vengeance for that uppercut to his throat, he lifts the huge Caleb up and irish whips him to the ropes, whats hw got in mind?… THE WIPE OUT! And a cover

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Ross., incensed , rolls out after him, but, ignoring him, he goes under the apron and grabs a chair, climbing back on the apron, just in time to receive a right hand from the recovered Walker, knocking the chair out of his hand as it falls to the outside, before slinging Ross back into the ring over the top.

Masters: Caleb still feeling the sting of that boot earlier, but thankfully he’s recovered enough to beat Ross’ ass

Caleb waits at the ropes for Ross to get back to his feet before running in with a strong lariet, picking him back up and places him on his shoulder, running towards the turnbuckle…

Daniels: SNAKE EYES!

Masters: RELEASE GERMAN! BRILLIANT!

Ross is down as Caleb approaches him

Daniels: BONE CRUSHER! For the second time tonight that move is applied and once again the recipient looks set to tap… I don’t know how long he can last as his ankle gets twisted to breaking…HAVOK OUT OF NOWHER! Taking down Caleb with a dropkick over the ropes from the outside… Calebs down and stunned as Jacob makes his way to the top turnbuckle, still limping on that ankle… AGONY MOONSAULT, and the cover

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Daniels: So not only does Ross continue his stealing ways with jacking cars, he now steals this damn match too!!!

Masters: The damn thief!!!

Ross’s music plays only to be cut quickly as Ross receives a baseball bat from Kimo who has one himself, Kimo appearing from no where, now both in the ring as they start hitting Caleb in his arms with the bats.

Daniels: What a bad winner this guy is, now adding insult to injury. And where are the rest of the Players Club?!

Ross and Kimo eventually stop their assault but Caleb seems badly hurt, holding his right arm specifically as Ross targeted his big biceps. They roll out of the ring as they walk up the ramp, walking past hoards of EMT’s who try to help Caleb and Havok.

Daniels: Well Chris Ross continuing his assault on the Players Club, but how long will it take for his luck to ruin out?!

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-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=-
"Faithless" MIKE MONROE -vs- MOUNTAIN MAN

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TOWERS: "This next match is a non-title affair, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... hailing from a log cabin in the hills... weighing in at 320 pounds... here is THE MOUNTAIN MAN!!"

"Country Boy Will Survive" plays as Mountain Man silently makes his way to the ring. He seems bitter, and annoyed with fans who try to get his attention.

TOWERS: "And his opponent... hailing from Tiffin, Ohio... he is the current CZW X-Division Champion... weighing in at 201 pounds... 'Faithless' MIKE MONROE!!"

The crowd cheers as "Almost Easy" by Avenged Sevenfold plays over the PA once more. Mike comes out, wearing the X title around his waist. He makes his way down to the ring, high fiving fans on the way.

Masters: There's the bell and It looks like this match is underway!

Daniels: Nooooooo shit Sherlock!

Masters: Shut up! MM and Mountian Man are staring each other down. Both men are trash talking and MM tries to strike the first blow! OH! Blocked by Mountain Man, and now Mountain Man is firing away on MM!

Daniels: He is cleaning Monroe's clock!

Masters: MM gets blasted into the corner as Mountain Man starts to stomp away. Irish whip by Mountain Man into the corner. Reversed by Monroe. MM charges after Mountain Man and MM gets a faceful of boot from Mountain Man!!

Daniels: By the way, what kind of name is Mountian Man anyways?! Get with the times dumbass!

Masters: MM with a rake to the eyes!! And now MM is in control of the match. Suplex by MM! Another suplex!! And a back body drop!!! MM goes for the cover! 1.....2...

Daniels: NO! Kick out by Mountain Man! That was pretty damn close, eh Masters?!

Masters: Yeah, it was!

Daniels: Mountain Man is a strong guy too early for that pin.

Masters: Mountain Man has MM set up for a power bomb!!!! He got him!! He goes for the cover!! 1....2.... NO! Kick out by Monroe!!!

Daniels: Come on Monroe kick his big ass!!!!!

Masters: Mountain Man has been controlling most of this matchup here. He's got Monroe on the top rope now. Uh OH! He's going for a super plex! NO! MM pushed him down off the top rope! Mountain Man lying on the ground now. Monroe is set up from the top rope!! What's the hell is he gonna do here?!

Daniels: He's going to take a piss off there! What the hell do you think he's going to do Masters?!

Masters: Oh!! Mike Monroe is going for a splash now and NO! NOO! Mountain Man moves out of the way now. MM is in a lot of pain here! Both men down and are trying to slowly get up to their feet. Mountian Man tries to deck Monroe, Monroe counters!!! Small Package!!!!

1....2.......No!! Only a two count.

Both men back up to their feet again! Sunset flip to Mountain Man!!! 1....2....kick out!

Daniels: This is getting close Masters!

Masters: Yeah it is! Mountain Man now looking a little fatigued. Mountian Man trying to get some offense again now. Max from behind!! OH MY GOD!!! He just gave Mike Monroe a HUGE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! That was UNGODLY!!!

Daniels: God, shut the hell up! You are so damn loud!! Lord Almighty!!!

Masters: I'm sorry this match is exciting! Both men down now. And I'm suprised Monroe is even moving after that German suplex! My God! Both men getting up. Monroe now laying in some punches to Mountian Man. Mountain Man in the corner now. Mountain Man trying to battle back. He whips MM into the corner. He stumbles out of it...and O MY GOD!!!! Mountain Man just closelined freak ALL THE WAY TO HELL!! LORD!! Mountain Man now with the cover...1....2......3...........

Daniels: NO!!! He didn't get him Masters, you stupid son of a bitch! Why don't you stop saying three until he actually pins him you moron, geeze!

Masters: Daniels, I swear to God.....

Daniels: Shut up!

Masters: Alright. My God Monroe must be dead! Mountian Man now bringing MM up to his feet. OH MY! WHAT STRENGTH!!!! He's got MM up above him in a military press!!!! This is it!!!! Mountain Man walking around the ring with Monroe just hanging there for dear life!!!!

Daniels: NO! He reversed it!!!

Masters: OH MY! Monroe is now behind Mountain Man. And he just rolled him up out of nowhere!!! NO! NO! He's got a hold of the ropes!!!!!!!! ONE....TWO.....THR....

Daniels: No! He kicked out once again!

Masters: Both men back up to their feet. Mountain Man kicks Mike in the gut. He runs to the ropes. But Mike ducks the lariat! Mountain Man keeps running, and Mike slides to the outside. He quickly turns around, and springboards... SHOCK TRAUMA!!

Daniels: That killer 720 DDT!! The pinfall attempt!

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Daniels: The X champ wins the match!

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

Mountain Man rolls out of the ring and Mike celebrates.

'Ladies and Gentlemen' hit the PA and Cage Stryker steps out onto the stage without a sling. The fans roar in approval as Cage smirks and takes a moment to evaluate his millions of fans. Then, with ease, he lifts the mic to his lips as the crowd begins to chant "HD, HD."

Cage: "GOOD EVENING MONTERREY!!"

Cage smiles.

Cage: "That's right...you see it yourself...the sling is off...I'm cleared for action...and I've just resigned my contract. I still may not be active in the ring...but damn it...your hero is back. Now Mike...you may wonder why I chose now to come out...well, it's quite simple...in my contract I signed up for a possible title shot at some point. I just wanted to let you know...I do have my eye on that X-Title. Which, in case I haven't already said it. Congrats man, I'm proud of ya. No worries though...I may also go to reclaim what was stolen from me in the TV Title now held by Collum. Heh, I keep my options open. Either way, I will wear gold again...and this time...no damn masked freak is gonna ruin it for me."

Cage throws his arms in the air in an 'X' toward Mike Monroe.

Cage: "I have mad respect for you guys in Beautiful Agony and XtC...I don't want you all thinkin I'm just huntin you guys. It just appears to me that you all are the future of CzW...and I'm gonna love watchin you all rise to the heights you're all meant to. Till then...I'm out...but soon folks...soon the California Dream will rise from its ashes and regain it's lost glory....no matter what."

Cage smiles again as his fans cheer. He gives a thumbs up to Monroe before he turns and returns to the back.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
THE IMPALER -vs- "The Outlaw" BUCK EVANS

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Buck and Impaler are already in the ring as we come back from commercial. The bell rings to start the match. Buck and The Impaler lock up in a contest of strength. Impaler overpowers Buck and shoves him to the ground. Buck stands back up, only to receive a punch from Impaler. Impaler then DDT’s Buck. He stands and begins stomping away at Buck’s body. Impaler then locks in a leg lock on Buck, wearing him down. Buck grabs the ropes after a quick struggle, forcing Impaler to release the hold. Impaler walks over to the downed Buck and goes to lift him up, but Buck responds with a thumb to the eye. Buck grabs the stunned Impaler and lands an impressive spinebuster. He goes for a pin.

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Buck kicks Impaler in the ribs once, before lifting him up. Buck whips Impaler, nailing a Samoan Drop on the bigger man. Buck then imitates Impaler and locks in a leg lock. Impaler reaches the ropes with ease though, breaking the hold. Buck backs up and waits for Impaler to stand...Buck attempts the Mississippi Twister! But Impaler slides out the back! Impaler spins Buck around...The LEGACY DRIVER...no! Buck slips out of the move! Impaler angrily clotheslines the unsteady Buck. He then lifts him onto his shoulders...Burning Desire! Impaler goes for the pin!

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Impaler cannot believe it! He lifts Buck back onto his shoulders and tries for another Burning Desire...but Buck reverses and nails a BTW! He goes for the pin...

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Buck shakes his head in disbelief. He argues with the ref, giving Impaler time to stand up. Impaler spins Buck around, but Buck ducks under Impaler’s grab and pushes him towards the ropes. Impaler bounces back and Buck rolls him up...

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Buck wins! No way! He makes his way to the turnbuckle to celebrate. Big Nasty comes running down to the ring though. He grabs Impaler and just destroys him with a Nasty Slam! Buck climbs down to see what happened...and is devastated by a massive Nasty Bomb! Nasty stands tall over Buck raising his arms, gaining the true victory tonight! But The Impaler is pissed, and attacks Nasty from behind! An all out brawl ensues between the three men over the course of five minutes, before security comes out and tries to break it up.

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~~ The scene cuts to the backstage area, where various employees are working hard to put on a flawless television show. Suddenly, Vince Khan comes walking into view. He looks around, making sure no one is paying attention to him. He is wearing his traditional gear, with a black cap on his head. He has the Money in the Bank briefcase in his left hand. He gets out a cell phone from his right pocket, and dials a number. ~~

KHAN: "Yeah. I'm here."

~~ That is all Khan says, as he hangs up the cell phone and puts it back in his pocket. He folds his arms, waiting. After a few moments, a figure walks up to Khan and addresses him inaudibly. Khan nods to him, and lifts up the case. The man is wearing a black leather trench coat and a black leather hat. The camera cannot make who he is in the slightest bit. He goes to grab the case, but Khan quickly pulls it back. He makes the motions with his hand that he wants the money first. The man reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a black bag. He opens it and shows Khan the contents. ~~

KHAN: "That's what I'm talking 'bout!"

~~ Just as they were about to make the transaction, a growl can be heard. Suddenly, both men are blind-sided by Alan Fiscus and Frank Fitch. Frank is wearing a light blue shirt with a black tie, and his hair is in a ponytail. Alan is wearing black pants, and a "Nirvana" t-shirt. The case is knocked out of Khan's hands and slides on the floor. The unidentified man's bag falls out of his hand too. As both Khan and the man are on the floor, Alan yells to Frank. ~~

ALAN: "Get the case, Frank!"

~~ Frank immediately goes and grabs the case, and looks back to Fiscus. ~~

ALAN: "Go, man!"

~~ Frank nods and hurriedly runs down the hall way. Alan begins to kick at both men, looking good for the first few moments. He grabs Khan and plans to DDT him, but Khan quickly pushes Alan into the concrete wall. The unidentified man gets up, and it reveals that he has a black-and-red scarf on his face, outlaw style, and he is still unrecognizable. As Alan fights back against Khan, the man runs and kicks Alan hard in the side of his gut. The man and Khan both grab Alan, and double suplex him onto the concrete floor. Khan is up and kicks viciously at Alan, who is out of it. ~~

KHAN: "Yeah, ya bitch!"

~~ Khan and the man pick Alan back up, and double irish whip him into a row of steel chairs. Fiscus crashes into them, and lies face down. The man picks up his bag, and puts it back in his pocket. Khan looks up to him. ~~

KHAN: "Hey, I delivered, that ain't mah fault!"

~~ The man just shakes his head no, and quickly leaves. Khan is pissed, watching the man leave. He walks over to Alan and looks down at him. ~~

KHAN: "You cracker bastard, you made me lose mah payday!"

~~ Khan kicks Alan viciously in the ribs. Alan just grunts. ~~

KHAN: "Worthless piece of shit."

~~ Khan walks off, as Alan is clenching at his ribs. The scene cuts to Daniels and Masters at ringside. ~~

MASTERS: "It looks like Alan got the case back, but at a very high price!"

DANIELS: "And who was that man trying to buy the case from Khan? I couldn't recognize him... but I couldn't get a good look either."

MASTERS: "There's no telling, but something about him was familiar..."

DANIELS: "Right now we have to cut to a commercial, while you have time, check out CZWefed.com's merchandise section, brand new Buck Evans t-shirts for sale now, hot off the press!"

*****-----*****

-=- TRIPLE THREAT NON-TITLE MATCH -=-
MARIE TISDALE -vs- REVA DOUGLAS -vs- LEAH KIMARA

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The fans here in Monterrey are on their feet as we prepare for the next match-up, and we go to Jessica Towers in the ring.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match, and it is scheduled for one fall!”

‘Won’t Back Down’ hits over the PA and the fans cheer loudly as Marie Tisdale heads out onto the entrance ramp, enthusiastically working the crowd.

Towers: “Introducing first, from London, England, MARIE TISDALE!!”

Marie heads to the ring, moving side to side down the aisle, tagging the outstretched hands. She rolls into the ring and hops up onto the second turnbuckle, appealing to the crowd before crossing to the other side and doing the same. ‘Blue Orchid’ hits suddenly, and Tisdale turns to face the ramp, hopping down from the turnbuckle as Reva Douglass makes her way out to a fairly divided reaction.

Towers: “Introducing next, making her way to the ring, hailing from Tokyo, Japan and now residing in New York City, New York, REVA ‘Star’ DOUGLAS!!”

Reva heads down to ringside, a confident look on her face. She strides up the ring steps, glancing out at the crowd with a smile before hopping in over the top rope. She springs onto the second turnbuckle and poses, drawing many cheers as well as a bit of heat from the Monterrey crowd. Her music cuts and the fans quiet some; only to instantly burst into a massive chorus of boos as ‘Ricochet!’ begins to play. CZW Queen of Combat Leah Kimara makes her way out into the stage with her title fastened prominently around her waist, confidently taking her time to bask in the jeers.

Towers: “And their opponent, from Houston, Texas, she is the reigning CZW Queen of Combat, LEAH KIMARA!!”

The crowd continues to boo loudly as Kimara struts down to ringside, climbing up the ring steps and posing a moment before entering the ring. She waves her opponents away as she strides between them, moving to the far corner and posing with her title held high. She passes her belt to a ring official before moving to the center of the ring, all three competitors eyeing eachother over as the ref calls for the bell.

Daniels: “Here we go, CZW Diva’s division at it’s finest right here! A non-title matchup featuring the Queen of Combat AND the current number one contender to that title, as well as a hungry newcomer looking to make her mark on the division! Oh, there we see the champion taking it to Douglas with a forearm shot! Tisdale moves in but Kimara sends her reeling with a chop right to the chest! And another! She turns back and Reva catches her off-guard with a dropkick right to the knee! Kimara goes down to the mat!”

Masters: “And there’s Tisdale taking advantage with a leg drop to the back of the champ’s neck!”

Daniels: “Tisdale gets to her feet and Reva starts laying into her with some stiff punches! Any teamwork in this match is going to be short lived, that’s for certain! Douglas whips Marie into the ropes and rebounds off the far side…flying forearm shot! Tisdale falls to the mat, and did you see how her head bounced off the canvas!?”

Masters: “That was pretty brutal but that’s what the Diva’s division is like here in CZW! They’re not slappy cat-fights!”

Daniels: “Right you are, and there’s Kimara showing us exactly what you mean, bursting up from the mat and spearing ‘Star’ right to the ground! Look at her now pummeling her opponent with those closed fists! These women don’t mess around! Wait, watch Marie! She runs up behind Kimara and rolls over her! Victory roll, right over the TOP of Reva! That’s a pin!”

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Masters: “Nice little move there by Tisdale, almost stealing one from the champ! Both back up to their feet pretty quick, and Kimara swings a slap!”

Daniels: “Tisdale ducks! She uses Leah’s own momentum against her and drives her back to the mat with a picture-perfect Russian legsweep! She kips up to her feet and there’s Reva! Spinning headscissors takedown!”

Masters: “Dear GOD these women are fast! I mean, don’t get me wrong, that’s usually how I like ‘em…”

Daniels: “FOCUSING ON THE MATCH HERE! Reva now pressing the attack on Marie, picking her up and driving her back into the corner! She sets her up, looks like maybe going for a superplex! Wait, here’s Kimara! She moves beneath Reva and…POWERBOMB! And Reva superplexes Tisdale! It was a three-woman Tower of Doom!”

Masters: “I like the sound of that! Here’s Leah going for the cover on Douglas!”

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Daniels: “Not quite! And Leah looking just a little frustrated now! Leah’s going up top! She’s got her back to her opponents and…MOONSAULT! NOBODY HOME!”

Masters: “Leah eats canvas, and here’s Tisdale with an Oklahoma Roll!”

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Masters: “And Tisdale breaks the pin up with a seated dropkick! A split second from a victor on several occasions right there!”

Daniels: “Reva and Marie are up now, slugging it out! Reva dazes Marie and hits the far ropes! Hurricanrana-NO, Marie holds on! She hoists her up for a powerbomb… OH, FACEBUSTER!!”

Masters: “Tisdale scrambles over Reva, turning her over and locking in a full nelson! That’s her Torture Lock! My GOD that looks painful! Reva is basically folded in half backwards!!”

Daniels: “No escape for ‘Star’ here! Looks like she’s about to tap!! NO! Kimara breaks the hold with a baseball slide, right into Tisdale’s head!! Close call there! Leah now wasting no time! She grabs Reva and… She’s going for the Kimara Lock!!”

Masters: “It seems she is! And there it is! Poor Reva, out of the frying pan and into the fryer!! She’s frantically trying to reach the ropes!!”

Daniels: “Tisdale still disoriented after that kick! If Reva can’t get to the ropes, this one is as good as done! The crowd here cheering, willing Reva on!! Desperately she sprawls, her foot draping over the bottom rope! The ref now forcing Leah to break the hold! Leah is refusing! Come on, ref, get her off!”

Masters: “On second thought, let ME handle that!”

Daniels: “Damn you, Masters! You know what I meant! Finally he’s able to force Leah to break the hold and-wait a second, Debra Lopez making her way down to ringside! Oh, she pulls Leah’s legs out from under her, dragging her out! Lopez sends Kimara hard into the steps, knocking them free! What sickening impact as her body crashes into the steel!”

Masters: “Miss Sexy Thong’ just took out the Queen of Combat! In the ring, here’s Tisdale, oh bleeding from the nose a little bit after that baseball slide! She grabs Reva who is slowly getting up, inverted facelock!”

Daniels: “She hoists Douglas up and over! Osaka Street Cutter! NO! Douglas with a waistlock, drives her forward into the ropes, then rolling back with a rollup pin!

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Daniels: “Tisdale kicks out! But just a split second too late! Reva takes the victory!”

Masters: “Yeah, no thanks to Debra Lopez who sent a VERY strong message here tonight! There’s Leah getting to her feet outside the ring, and holy shit, if looks could kill…”

Daniels: “She’s definitely not happy, no doubt about it!”

Suddenly, the lights flicker on and off.

Master: “Hm...must be having a power shortage.”

The Tron buzzes to life. A black rose is seen on it.

Daniels: “What's this?”

Bloodlike lettering begins appearing...almost as if dripping. It reads.

"My time in the shadows is almost at it's end...and soon...soon...I will destroy each and every one of you and give the QoC someone worthy of holding it. I will reign supreme."

The letters fade and a lone woman sits in the middle of an empty room...gagged and tied with a potato sack over her head, hiding any form of ID. A tire iron lies on the ground beside the motionless figure. From out of view a feminine voice speaks in a maniacal manner.

"It's time to prove to all you bitches that it's not all Tits n Ass in the QoC division...no one takes it seriously because all it's holders have been jokes...as is the majority of the diva division...but it's time to show what it's truly all about."

The tron shuts off and black roses begin to rain down from the rafters.

"I'm coming!!!"

Master: “That was messed up...”

Daniels: “Who was the girl? And who could do that to someone!?”

After the match was over “Last Resort” by Papa Roach came blasting over the speakers. You could see Ruthless Aggression come walking out from the back with a microphone in her hand as she take in the crowd reaction of her.

Masters: Why the hell she out here!

Daniels: It seems like she have something to say.

She waited for the crowd to calm down as Marie had rolled out of the ring and you have Leah inside of the ring looking a bit upset as Reva have her case with her shot in her hand looking up at the ramp with a bit of a smile.

I know ladies you are wondering why I am here along with many others. I am going to cut it short first I would like to make it official at Evil Intentions there will be a Queen of Combat title match between The champion Leah Kimara.

The crowds has a mix reaction towards the Women Champion Leah as she stood in the middle of the ring with a smirk look.

She will be up against the winner of the Gamble of the Gold match Reva “Star” Douglas.

The crowds goes a bit crazy for Reva as she has smirking looking over at Leah as they starts to trash talk each other a bit till Reva give her the finger. Leah looked pissed off as Ruthless starts to speak again.

Now, ladies your both will have a chance to take out all your angry against each other but I am here to informed you that the match at the Evil Intention will not just be a one on one match. You see there will be a third woman added to this match.

They both looked at each other as they looked up at the ramp as Ain't it funny by Jennifer Lopez came blasting over the speakers as the crowd were on their feet as both Leah and Reva looked up the ramp a bit pissed off as Debra looked down at both woman with a bit of a smirks as she play to the fans a bit as she place her hands on her hips.

She came into my office last week and ask for her rematch against you Leah and the board thought it would be a great idea to have this match as a three way for Evil Intentions but there more.

She nods as then "Black Magic Woman" by Santana and it seems the fan kind of know who it as a woman wearing leather pants and a and a bikini top with long red hair coming from the back. She came out and looked right at Debra in the eyes as Debra does the same with her and Ruthless standing in the middle.

Daniels: She looked like she doesn’t take shit.

Masters: We have another hot lady to the roster! Can’t wait to see her in the ring.

It goes back up at the ramp with Ruthless looking on with a bit of smirks.

I would like to welcome to you ladies one of the two new women wrestler we have signed tonight from Mexico. The young woman here that goes by the name Mercedez Del Santo and she will make her debut next week. It will be in a tag team match with Leah “The Violet Violence” Kimara The Queen of Combat Champion with Mercedez Del Santo against Reva “Star” Douglas and Debra “Miss Sexy Thong” Lopez. Now ladies have a great night.

She smirks as she walked off the ramp with the all four ladies looking at each other with Mercedez standing up on the ramp with a bit of smirk on her face.

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(The camera's show a first person view of an airport. The person behind the camera is shown walking up to a ticket counter. The lady working at the ticket counter gives a smile and says.)

Ticket Lady: Hello sir. How can I help you?

(The person just slides the lady a piece of paper. The lady looks down and reads the paper.)

Ticket Lady: Ok. You need a ticket to Mexico City.

(The person behind the camera shakes their head yes.)

Ticket Lady: First class or coach? Do you care if it's a window or aisle seat, sir?

(The person behind the camera shakes their head no.)

Ticket Lady: And how will you be paying for the ticket?

(The person hands the lady a credit card. She takes the card and swipes it through the credit card machine, and hands the credit card back.)

Ticket Lady: Ok sir. Let me just confirm your flight. Your seat is a first class seat next to the window. And the plane is scheduled to leave in a half an hour. Any questions?

(The person behind the camera shakes his head no.)

Ticket Lady: Ok. Thank you for choosing our airlines. Have a safe and wonderful trip.

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-=- BEST NEW COMERS MATCH -=-
MORTIUS -vs- "Mr. Entertainment" BRIAN BLAZE

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The lights go down, strobe lighting in a different array of colours encompass the crowd. Tearing the Veil from Grace begins to play as the fans start booing. When the words ‘a tragic yet magical fall from grace’ play Mortius steps out in front of the crowd, eliciting even more boos. He steps down the ramp to explosions on either side, in time with his step, stepping into the ring, he sits atop a turnbuckle, looking down at the mat, his hair covering his face.

Daniels: Well here is the first entrant into this contest as CZW finally finds out who is the best newcomer of 2008, and what better way to settle it than between those ropes.

The crowd, in anticipation, await the next competitor, ‘Let Me Entertain You’ suddenly bursts forth in time with Brian Blaze coming through the curtain, he has both Ultraviolent awards in his hands, holding them up for the fans, who cheer in response, he makes his way down the isle, posing with his awards, wearing a Jacket saying ‘Two Time, Two Time Ultraviolent winner’ on the back, after posing he goes around the ring and places the awards on the announce table

Daniels: Well Brian Blaze just warned us in no uncertain terms that these awards are now in our possession, and our lives guard them, whether we like it or not, well I think ill just put these safely under the table here.

Brian rolls into the ring and takes off his jacket throwing it to the outside, turning straight into a flying clothesline by Mortius from the turnbuckle, Mortius picks Blaze back up and starts laying in hefty lefts and rights

Daniels: Well Blaze better turn this around quickly, letting that man get on top early is a sure fire way to lose the match.

Masters: If you ask me either way Mortius is going to win, I mean, look at him!

Daniels: Never underestimate Brian Blaze, and that’s why! Blaze ducked a punch there and lays a low dropkick to Mortius’ ankle, the big man hops and staggers, but still isn’t down, Blaze off the ropes, back elbow, Mortius staggers… but still isn’t down! Blaze with a few chops, taking Mortius back against the ropes, irish whip, Blaze runs after him a few paces behind… BLAZING ARROW!!!

Masters: AVOIDED! Mortius manages to duck that devastating move, Blaze was smart to try and get this over with quickly though, I have to admit.

Both men face of and go into a tie up, in which Mortius easily prevails. He spins Blaze round and applies a full nelson… and lifts him up, the elevation all the more higher due to the size difference, Brian is in pain and the referee asks him if he wants to quit, but he shakes his head, struggling to escape the hold, finally he manages to slip through Mortius’ arms, and lands in a side Russian legsweep.

Daniels: And Mortius is down for the first time in this match, Blaze taking full advantage locking in a short arm scissors, using his positioning to lift his leg up and land his heel into the sternum of Mortius, Blaze out to prove that he’s the better man tonight, and he’s definitely in control right now, he releases the hold and rolls down to Mortius’ legs applying a boston crab, really working on all areas of Mortius’ body

Mortius screams in pain, trying to get the leverage to turn over but not quite managing it, with the referee down at his face Mortius grabs the refs legs, using the extra leverage to roll and break the hold

Daniels: The ref doesn’t look happy being used like that, and as Mortius struggles to his feet the official really gets in his face about it

Masters: What Mortius done was smart, that ref should know his place… and it looks like he’s about to be taught it as Mortius grabs his throat, staring with evil intentions into the refs eyes

Daniels: But he releases the hold and quickly moves, in time for the ref to be hit full on with a dropkick from Brian Blaze that was meant for Mortius’ back.

With the ref down, Blaze goes down to check he’s okay. But Mortius swings him round and scoop slams him onto the ref

Daniels: That’s not on

Masters: It’s the refs fault for getting in the way of Blazes landing

Mortius tries for a leg drop that is avoided by Blaze, again landing on the ref instead

Daniels: He’s not trained for this, I think he might need medical assistance

Mortius raises in time to receive a DDT by Blaze, with Mortius down Blaze goes to the top rope…

Daniels: FINAL REVOLUTION! BLAZE JUST USED MORTIUS’ OWN MOVE AGAINST HIM!

Masters: Now THAT was unfair

Blaze scrambles for a cover, then realises that the ref is still out of it, so he moves over and tries to wake him up, but seemingly to no avail, he looks towards the back, where, finally, the EMTs and a new ref are rushing down, the downed ref is quickly removed as Blaze goes for a cover

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Daniels: NO, A KICKOUT! And Mortius send Brian FLYING across the ring as he gets back up, he grabs the advancing Blaze… Chokeslam! But he’s not done yet, Mortius grabs Blaze to his feet and scoops him up, backing up towards the turnbuckle… are we going to see a repeat of the Money in the Bank?

Masters: Well, all I know is that Mortius is going to teach Blaze a lesson for using his move, and what better way than the Mortius Slam, he’s up on the second turnbuckle

Daniels: NO! MY GOD! Blaze just turned it into a head scissors, and Mortius goes down hard from that position on the second turnbuckle, Blaze can smell victory in the air as he waits for Mortius to get back up, both men already blown up from the exertion of this high impact match…

Blaze signals to the crowd for the Blazing Arrow while Mortius makes his way slowly to his feet…

Daniels: WAIT! Who is that coming through the crowd?

Masters: That would be pain on two feet.

Daniels: What is Total Mayhem doing out here? They aren’t even supposed to have anything to with this match.

Jakob hit the ring and dived for Mortius. Ezra followed and nailed Blaze with a hard shot to the head. Standing up, Jakob lifted Mortius up and into a side suplex, dropping him hard on the mat. Ezra had placed Blaze into a quick snap DDT. Looking at each other, they ignored the crowd and the beginnings of a cascade of trash being thrown their way.

Daniels: Why are they attacking them both? This doesn’t make any sense.

Masters: It doesn’t have to make sense, they are Total Mayhem. They do what they want when they want.

Jakob motioned for Ezra to go to ringside and get some chairs. Setting them up in the ring while Jakob kept applying boots to both men to keep them down. Pulling Blaze to his feet, Jakob half dragged and half walked Blaze to the chairs, laying him so that he was stretched out.

Ezra had picked up Mortius and was nailing him with hard rights and lefts. At Jakob's command, he pulled him to the side of the ring, grabbing around the legs for a slingshot. Falling back, Mortius is launched towards the chairs. Jakob took off running and grabbed Mortius around the neck, leaping over Blaze and pulling down. Blaze nailed with a slingshot diamond cutter with Mortius as the final nail.

Daniels: Oh my god, they have killed Blaze and Mortius. What is their problem?

Masters: Seems to me their problem is Mortius, you heard what he had to say about them when he was promoting this match earlier in the week.

Daniels: We need to get the EMT’s out here. Both of those men are hurt.

The lights flicker and go out. Sounds of movement can be heard as the crowd starts heating on the lights out.

Masters: What is going on? Who turned out the lights?

Daniels: Probably the one that turned the switch off.

Masters: Shut up would you? This isn’t a good thing at all.

The lights come back up and Blaze is lying in the ring like he was in a coffin, his arms crossed over his chest and holding a lily. Mortius is missing as is Total Mayhem.

Masters: Where in the hell did they go? Total Mayhem have taken Mortius and left the ring.

Daniels: I would look in a dumpster someplace. My bet is they are taking out the trash.

Masters: We have word that they are backstage.

Daniels: Where else would they be?

Masters: If you don’t have anything worth saying, just shut up.

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Jakob had Mortius by the arms, holding him as Ezra began pounding on his head. Blood was already running down his face and over his chest.

Jakob: Ezra, get the table.

Ezra stopped his punching bag routine on Mort and went to go get a table. Jakob let Mortius fall to the ground. Standing over him, he leaned down and started yelling.

Jakob: So you say we aint worth it? That you only tattoo those that mean something? Well bad news you ignorant sonofabitch! You wont have to worry about tattoo’s with us.

Ezra had the table set up and was already opening a bag. Jakob drug Mortius over and had begun placing him on the table, after a kick to the groin. Mortius doubled up and Jakob, showing great strength, lifted him and placed him on the table. Taking handcuffs out of the bag, Ezra used a couple pairs and handcuffed Mortius to the table from underneath. He was face down and exposed. Jakob reached in the bag, taking out a long leather strap with braided ends, the ends had small barbs in the tips. Raising the strap, he brought it down, the hard smack making Mortius scream out in pain.

Security started swarming the area, Ezra turned and reached into the bag bringing out a super soaker and started firing it at the security. They began hacking and coughing and wiping their eyes. Laughing as he soaked them, he stopped long enough to get a single can of pepper spray ready to use when the soaker ran out.

Jakob had used the strap and cut the lower part of Mortius’ back open. Blood ran down his sides and on the table. Ezra still had any help held off as Jakob reached over and grabbed Mortius by the head and looking at his face, his eyes were closed tightly in pain.

Jakob: See what happens Morty? You shoot your mouth off and someplace sometime you pay for it. Now you will see what happens when you piss off the brothers.

Reaching into the bag, he pulls out a small case, opening it, he pulls out a knife. Leaning over, he begins to carve TOTAL MAYHEM across the shoulders of Mortius. Laughing as he watches him bleed and hear him scream in pain.

Ezra had run out of pepper spray and was busy swinging a chair, he didn’t have many targets left.

Jakob tossed the knife away and looked over at Ezra and nodded. Throwing the chair down, he quickly moved to unfasten the cuffs that were linked under the table. Pulling Mort off the table, each grabbed an arm and began to run down the hall dragging him on his back.

Reaching the end of the hall, throwing the doors open, they exit onto the loading dock. Dragging Mortius to the dumpster, they tossed him in. Ezra poured a can of fluid into it as Jakob prepared to close the lid. Ezra laughed as a few Security and wrestlers came running down the hallway. Jamming a mop handle in the door, he turned to see Jakob finished with what he was doing. Together they ran across the docks and into another door. Letting it slam behind them.

Daniels: My god they have beaten him bloody, carved his flesh and thrown him away. Is there no limits to what they will do? Somebody get out there and help that man.

Masters: That’s the way its done. Round up the trash and throw it out.

Security burst through the doors. Running to the dumpster, they didn’t notice the wires. Throwing open the lid, the flash of flame threw them to the ground. The dumpster looked like it was totally on fire.

Daniels: Fire!! HE IS ON FIRE!! SOMEONE GET THAT FIRE OUT!!

Masters: Damn I wish I had some marshmallows.

The few that weren’t thrown on the ground, quickly put out the flames and pulled Mortius out of the dumpster, his body reddened by the flames.

Daniels: Lets get off that. Cut somewhere, anywhere!

Masters: Wow, Total Mayhem is really some sick f**ks… I like that

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Ruthless was sitting inside of her office as she was looking over some things as you saw Leah come blasting inside of her office with her bodyguard right behind her as she looked over at the Ruthless angry as Ruthless just smirks as she sat back in her chair looking at her.

How can I help your Highness?

Leah growls softly as she looked over at her as she hit her fist into the desk.

Don’t your Highness me! What the hell is this about me defending my title in a damn three way at Evil Intentions!

Ruthless just rolled her eyes at her.

You don’t like it you take it up with the board since they are the ones that is book it. Plus, if you actually calm down. You might like the idea I came up with that I told to both Reva and Debra when they both came into my office earlier.

Leah looked over at her with this look as she sat down and cross her legs listening closely.

This better be good.

Ruthless shook her head as she looked over at her.

What if I tell you this. You will have the power to tell us what kind of match you will like to have at Evil Intentions against both Debra and Reva.

Leah sat there thought about as she softly starts to smile liking the idea.

Tell me more…

Ruthless lean forward a bit as she tap her pencil on her desk.

We want your three to submit to us in writing what kind of match you would like and why you think it be good for the company to have your match ideas book. We will looked over your ideas for the match and after your tag team match we will let you know who match idea it will be for Evil Intentions.

Leah stood up as she looked down at her title and then back at Ruthless with a grin.

I believe you just made my day Ruthie.

Leah walked out of the office with a smile as Ruthless goes back to work.

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"Nothing."

The silence of a dead night is broken in the graveyard on 121st Street. The moon hangs over the trees, giving the ground an illuminating effect. A shadow disturbs the light. That shadow is the shadow of Psyko Steve, who now hovers over the camera man filming this segment.

"That is what I have to lose."

Steve walks foward as the camera man stands up. He looks deep into the camera.

"When you have nothing, you could care less about anyone or anything."

Steve walks toward one headstone, standing way back in the corner of the graveyard. There is fresh dirt piled on the side. Steve morns as he looks at the headstone, then back to the grave, which has been dug out, exposing the casket to the open cameras.

"It was a long time ago, mother."

There is a sense of shock as Steve starts to switch into a state of mental instability.

"I didn't kill him for me, I killed him for you!"

Steve starts talking to his imigination, hoping that his mother will understand. Unable to cope with his imagination, Steve pulls a key from his pocket. The chain that is wrapped around the casket is pad locked. Steve slips the key in, unlocking the casket. The chains rattle as they fall to the ground.

A sparkle in the eye of Steve is seen from the cameras above as he looks up, grinning like a cat who just caught a bird. His eyes suddenly turn black. He looks back down to the casket.

He opens the casket, revealing his pile of demented weapons. The camera backs up from the edge as Steve starts throwing the weapons from the grave. Finally, the foreign objects quit flying. The camera moves closer, exposing Steve's weapon of choice.

Steve pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out as he lights a cigarette. Steve leans down in the grave, holding a few sticks of dynamite. His eyes light up as he gleems at the sticks of dynamite.

"Have you ever shoved one of these up a dogs ass then lit it?"

The grin on Steve's face grows even larger.

"Well, brace yourselves. When I make my CZW Debut, you will see what happens to the unfortunate souls that cross paths with Psyko Steve. What happens to those people? Ask my mom."

Steve lights a stick of dynamite, setting it on the top of the casket as he climbs out of the grave. He begins to walk away, taking a drag off his cigarette as the grave blows up. Peices of dirt and bone go flying into the air, crashing all around him as he lets the drag of smoke go from his lungs.

"I don't think she will have anything to say. Do you?"

The camera fades to black as Steve walks into the dark woodline, disappearing into the night.

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-=- GLOBAL TAG TITLES TRIPLE THREAT -=-
TOTAL MAYHEM -vs- IDOLIZED -vs- WDS (McNALLY & O'TOOLE) (c)

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TOWERS: "This next match is a three way dance scheduled for one fall and it is for the CZW Global Tag Team Titles!"

The crowd cheers

TOWERS: "Introducing first... representing the Player's Club... at a combined weight of 585 pounds... Jakob & Ezra... TOTAL MAYHEM!!"

"Born in a Burial Gown" by Cradle of Filth blares over the PA, and the crowd is mostly jeering. The brothers come out, with evil looks on both their faces. Jakob is dressed all in black, and Ezra is dressed all in white. They storm down to the ring, ignoring the fans. They enter, and await their opponents.

TOWERS: "And their first opponents... hailing from Hollywood, California and being led to the ring by Kristyl Marie... at a combined weight of 448 pounds... Evan Tyler & Kyle Riley... IDOLIZED!!"

"Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven blares over the PA, and the crowd is mostly in cheers. Riley & Tyler come out, posing in their newly fitted attire. Krystyl Marie is looking good. They come sprinting down to the ring, acknowledging the fans but not high fiving any of them. They slide into the ring, and each pose on a top turnbuckle.

TOWERS: "And their opponents... the two members representing the CZW Global Tag Team Champions... at a combined weight of 583 pounds... Bryan McNally & The CZW World Heavyweight Champion Maynard O'Toole... THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW!!"

"New Breed" by Fear Factory plays over the PA, and the most mixed response ever occurs. Out walks both men, each with a Tag title around their waist. Maynard also has the World title draped over his left shoulder. They pose at the entrance before making their way down to the ring, jacked and ready to the defend the tag gold.

MASTERS: "Look at Maynard, covered in gold! What a champion!"

DANIELS: "Whole Damn Show looking good here again tonight, but they've got some stiff competition with these hungry teams."

MASTERS: "O'Toole and McNally hand their gold to the ringside attendant, and it looks like this match is ready to begin."

DANIELS: "Now, there's only two men in the ring at one time in this three way dance, let's see who is going to start it out."

MASTERS: "Looks like... Ezra Mayhem and Bryan McNally!"

DANIELS: "Both men are monsters, and they're face to face talking trash. Ezra pushes Bryan, and Bryan smirks as he shrugs it off. He pushes Ezra right back, but neither men were moved very far. They decide to lock up. Ezra pushes Bryan to a corner, and referee Danny Spade calls for a clean break. Ezra slaps the hell out of Bryan's chest!"

THWACK!

MASTERS: "And it's only pissed Bryan off! Bryan immediately chops him right back! Ezra rebounds... they're going head to toe!"

DANIELS: "These big men could do this all night and I wouldn't mind!"

MASTERS: "...What!?"

DANIELS: "Uh, nevermind. Ezra kicks Bryan in the gut! He bounces off the rope, looking for a running lariat... Bryan grabs him, spinning spinebuster!"

MASTERS: "Bryan doesn't go for the pin, however, as he picks Ezra back up, kick to the gut. He measures him... standing dropkick! That big monster just hit it perfectly, and Ezra is down. Bryan goes and tags in his partner Maynard."

DANIELS: "They look for the double team, as Bryan holds Ezra up, exposing his ribs. Hard shot from Maynard. Maynard locks in a headlock. He wrenches it. Ezra gets some leverage and pushes him to the ropes. They slam into each other, but it's a stand still. Ezra is hurt, but it takes a lot more punishment than this to put a Mayhem down. Ezra takes charge and goes to the ropes... another stand still. Maynard goes to the ropes, third time's a charge.... and Ezra with a cheap surprise kick to the gut! He grabs a hold of Maynard... dear god, a Heart Punch!"

MASTERS: "That's a rare move in this day and age, but still just as effective. Ezra drags Maynard over to his corner, and tags in his brother Jakob. They both grab a hold of Maynard... double gutwrench suplex! Jakob goes for the cover as Ezra gets out on the apron."

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DANIELS: "Close call on our first pinfall attempt. Jakob picks Maynard back up, and locks on a sleeperhold. He cinches it in, and Maynard desperately fights it. Maynard gets a little behind him... picks him up and drops him down with a back suplex! Both men take a moment, laying on the mat. Maynard turns around and crawls to a corner, as Jakob begins to get up... and Maynard tags in Evan Tyler!"

MASTERS: "Tyler is on fire, as he waits for Jakob to stand up, He leaps up, and springboards... springboard spinning heel kick on the Mayhem brother! Evan on attack and immediately begins nailing Jakob with forearms to the head. Jakob is on his knees. Evan runs to the ropes, and nails Jakob with a dropkick to the face! Evan goes for the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Close one there as well, and Evan is fired up. He goes and tags in Kyle. They double team Jakob, with a double chop to the chest. They both kick the back of his knees, causing him to go back down them. Stereo kicks to the chest... to the back... and they're rearing up... each with a hard kick to Jakob's head! He may be out of it! Kyle goes for the pin as Evan goes back to his corner!"

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MASTERS: "Tag team specialists here, and I'd have to admit the champions are the least experienced as a team of the three. Kyle waits for Jakob to get back up, measuring him... He's up... Kyles runs up to him... and nails a running Fameasser! The crowd seems to be firmly behind these underdogs, Jarred."

DANIELS: "Idolized is the crowd's favorite for sure... it seems. Kyle grabs a hold of Jakob with a headlock. The big man tries to fight it off. Jakob gets him to the ropes, and pushes him. He begins running, and Jakob goes for a clothesline. Kyle ducks! The rebound, and Kyle leapfrops over Jakob's back body drop attempt. On the third transaction, and OH! Jakob just turned Kyle inside out with a vicious lariat! Jakob goes for the cover!"

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MASTERS: "Jakob is up, but he's hurt. He stumbles over and tags in Bryan. Jakob leaves the ring, and Bryan gets in. He grabs a hold of Kyle. He picks him up... Sitout powerbomb! Kyle's head bounces off of the mat. Bryan roars out to the crowd. He picks Kyle back up, and throws him to a corner hard. He comes running in.. splash! Kyle stumbles forward, and falls flat on his face! I love it."

DANIELS: "Bryan tags in Maynard. Bryan lifts Kyle up. He places him over his knee, backbreaker-style. Maynard runs to the ropes.. and drops an elbow to Kyle, in a guillotine! Maynard goes for the cover as Bryan leaves."

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MASTERS: "Maynard is up, and Evan and him begin duking it out! Maynard takes the advantage, and throws him to the ropes... but Evan grabs a hold of the ropes and slides out. Maynard turns around, and Kyle in a desperation move, dropkicks his knee from under him! Kyle crawls over and tags in Ezra."

DANIELS: "Kyle is hurt, as he crawls over to his corner. Ezra gets in the ring, and punches at Maynard. Maynard punches back! They begin a brawl, going back and forth. Ezra surprises him with a chop to the throat. He throws Maynard to the ropes.. and nails him with a powerslam! He doesn't go for the pin however, and he picks Maynard up by his hair. He drags Maynard over to a corner, and begins to stomp a hole in Maynard's gut. Maynard slumps down, and Ezra paces to the opposite corner. With a full head of steam, Ezra comes charging... hard knee to the forehead of our World Champion!"

MASTERS: "That sicko Ezra looks like a lion at its kill, as he picks up the Champ. He irish whips him to the opposite corner, and hard. Ezra comes charging in for a second go-round.. but Maynard moves! Ezra hits the turnbuckle hard, chest first. Maynard, a little banged up but with great ring presence, rolls him up in a school boy!"

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DANIELS: "Both men back up... oh, Ezra just kicked Maynard hard in the knee.. He drags him over to his corner, and tags in his brother. They double team O'Toole, with multiple stomps. They pick him up, balance him... DOUBLE POWER BOMB! Ezra leaves the ring, and Jakob goes for the smart cover."

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MASTERS: "Mayhem is a little frustrated, they can't put the champ down."

DANIELS: "Maybe he's distracted from that crap he and his brother pulled with Mortius and Brian Blaze."

MASTERS: "That beautiful work? Please, that only gives them the edge in this match. They basically murdered Blaze and Mortius."

DANIELS: "Why they're not in jail as we speak, is beyond me. Ezra throws Maynard to the ropes... Maynard ducks a big boot! On he rebound.. damn that Jakob, he just kicked him in the back! Maynard stumbles forward.. big boot connects this time! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Now we have Ezra, Jakob, Maynard and Bryan duking it out in the ring! But look at those slimey Idolized punks!"

DANIELS: "They're waiting in the wings, so to say, as the four big men are brawling. They're taking aim... They leap! Stereo dropkicks to Ezra and Maynard! They're down! Bryan and Jakob turn around to go after them, and they both slide under their legs. Duel jumping dropkicks! Idolized is on fire, as all four of the other men have gone to the outside!"

MASTERS: "They're not safe out there, though. Ezra and Maynard pick up their brawl on the outside... Idolized start running... and they both leap out and nail Ezra and Maynard with duel suicide dives! All four men are laid out!"

DANIELS: "Bryan and Jakob are brawling on the opposite side of the ring, right in front of us. OH! Bryan just slammed Jakob's head onto our table!"

MASTERS: "Damn, watch out!"

DANIELS: "Bryan just did it again! Wait.. what's wrong with Bryan?"

MASTERS: "It appears... he's holding his chest... by god, he's not having a heart attack is he? Someone get some EMTs down here!"

DANIELS: "Jakob is still down, or otherwise, I couldn't imagine what would happen! Here comes some EMTs now... No one knows what's going on!"

MASTERS: "On the opposite side of the ring, Idolized are up and they are beating the hell out of our World champion! They haven't turned around to see Bryan! The EMTs are assisting Bryan now, they get him on a stretcher!"

DANIELS: "They're coming into Idolized's view, and they look confused. They stop stomping down on Maynard. They look at each other confused. Ezra is up behind Evan, and low blows him! Kyle isn't looking!"

MASTERS: "Oh ho, and Ezra blindsides him as well! Who's the legal men here, Jarred?"

DANIELS: "Hell.. I forgot!"

MASTERS: "And look, Kristyl Marie is there... she'd better watch out!"

DANIELS: "For the love of God, that's TOTAL MAYHEM, Kristyl, get out of there!"

MASTERS: "She's being smart, backing away before Ezra sees her... Jakob is up and in the ring now, but he's got some cobwebs to shake loose. Oh, I think it's Ezra and Maynard!"

DANIELS: "But Ezra is throwing Evan in the ring... and he slides in after. He signals to Jakob. They get in a corner, and Evan is laid out on the mat. Maynard and Kyle are down on the floor, this could be it! Ezra is up on the top rope, Jakob in front of him.. Ezra steps on his shoulders! The Mayhem Launcher connects onto Evan!!"

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MASTERS: "But Spade isn't counting! Evan isn't the legal man! Ezra realizes this, and crawls out of the ring. He grabs Maynard and throws him into the ring. He nails a DDT! He goes for the cover!"

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DANIELS: "THE CHAMP KICKED OUT!"

MASTERS: "I can't believe this!"

DANIELS: "Ezra is beside himself! He picks up Maynard and throws him to the ropes... Maynard ducks the clothesline. He grabs Ezra, positions him... Inverted headlock backbreaker! Both men are down on the ground!"

MASTERS: "O'Toole isn't going for the cover, he's too hurt! He begins to crawl towards Kyle, who's back up in his corner. He's trying.. Jakob in his corner, hollering out to Ezra to get up... Ezra is up on his hands and knees.... and Maynard gets the tag!"

DANIELS: "Kyle is hurt, but he comes in hot! He hops in... and uses Ezra as a springboard, leg lariat to Jakob on the apron! Jakob falls down to the floor! Kyle grabs Ezra, and hits a hard European uppercut. He grabs a hold of Ezra, positions him... Sliced Bread #2!!!"

MASTERS: "What a move!"

DANIELS: "The crowd have gotten more and more behind these guys throughout the match, and they're feeding off of it! Kyle picks up Ezra, and punches him some. He throws him to the ropes... Kyle leaps for the cross body... but Ezra catches him! Ezra is in pain though as he body slams Kyle down. He goes and tags in his partner. Jakob gets in and grabs Kyle. He picks him up.... LIGHTS OUT!! THAT KILLER BOMB!!!"

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MASTERS: "Ezra gets back in and prevents Evan from stopping it!! Maynard is slow to respond, due to his beat down!! This is it!!"

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DANIELS: "WE HAVE NEW COMBAT ZONE WRESTLING GLOBAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!"

MASTERS: "And the champs didn't even lose the belts! The Whole Damn Show got screwed!"

TOWERS: "Your winners and ___NEW___ CZW Global Tag Team Champions.. Total Mayhem!!"

DANIELS: "The crowd is exploding with thunderous boos, as Kyle and Evan recuperate down at the floor. Maynard leaves the ring, and he seems to be confused as to where Bryan is."

MASTERS: "Ezra and Jakob are handed the belts! Look at their sick smiles! The Player's Club has gold!"

DANIELS: "What an unbelievable night for these sick bastards, first they do those horrible things to Brian Blaze and Mortius, and now they have the tag team gold."

MASTERS: "They deserve it though, I have to admit it! Look at them, Jarred, they look GOOD!"

DANIELS: "This is sick."

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(CZW Overdrive comes back from commercial at the same airport as before. Once again....the camera is in first person view. The camera shows a person walking through the airport. Then an announcement is made over the P.A. system.)

P.A.- Now bording for flight 227 to Mexico City at Gate 09. Flight 227 now bording at gate 09.

(The person then begins walking again. The camera shows the person walking up to Gate 09. The person is shown handing their ticket to the person working at the gate. The camera stays focused on the Airport worker. The worker hands the person back their ticket. The worker looks at the person.)

Worker: Thank you for choosing our airline. Have a safe and wonderful trip, and enjoy your flight.

(The camera shows the tunnel leading to the plane, where there is a man heading to the plane. Before the scene fades to black.....on the screen it says.....

The Real Deal returns.....NEXT WEEK

(Fade to Black)

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Daniels: Rob Wright returns, I cannot wait! We have word we need to get into the back right now!

They cut to the back and Ruthless is inside of her office sobbing out loud to herself that when her door open and it was Reva and Tatum walking inside they both had notice how pissed off Matt Covey was when he left her office.. They saw Ruthless in a mess and starts to get mad. Ruthless office was trash it seems a bit as Ruthless looked over at them shaking her head with tears coming down her face.

We need to stop him!

They didn't have any clue what she was talking as they notice her looking around her office for something it seems. Reva standing there looking worry at her as Tatum slowly walked over to Ruthless and made her look at her.

What's going on... Ruth.... this isn't like you...

Ruthless just ignored her voice right now as the only thing that was inside of her mind was to go stop him somehow. She keep on looking for something and she pull out her bag and inside of her bag was her metal baseball bat with her name written on it. Ruthless had her hands around the bat handle as she just have this look of hope in her face as she walked out of her office passing the girls. They looked at each other and had a feeling this wasn't good as Tatum follow Ruthless and Reva when to looked for someone in the back. Ruthless walked around the arena with a purpose as she looked around and listening out for Matt Covey. She ask a few others if they saw Matt and no one knew anything. She soon heard Hellena screaming and crying as she ran towards where the sound was coming. Soon you saw Matt Covey had Hellena up against the wall screaming at her as Ruthless ran at him and took the bat and him across the back. He fall on his knees in front of Hellena in pain.

Hellena ran over to Ruthless as she just was all in mess herself right now. Ruthless took Hellena took by the hand as she was pulling her away from Matt. Matt just had so much different emotions inside of him right now it seems he lost control of his self. He saw the bat on the ground as Ruthless and Hellena were walking away from him. He pick it up holding his back in pain a bit. Ruthless turn around and notice that he was coming right at Hellena again but this time with the bat as she push Hellena out of the way and she took the hit right to the head with the metal bat for Hellena it seem. She hit the ground hard from the impact of the swinging of the metal bat. All you could hear was a thud when her head had connected with the bat. Ruthless was down on the ground in the pool of her own blood it seems coming from her head fast. Hellena ran over to Ruthless as Matt couldn't believe what he just did. He looked at the bat and then at Ruthless in her own blood as he drop the bat. Tatum ran over to Ruthless on the ground as Matt slowly back away from the scene. Ruthless seems not to be moving or anything as both Tatum and Hellena was scare to move her. Soon you saw Reva and it seems with Casey as he knee down in front of Ruthless as he place something against her head to stop the bleeding.

CALL 911!

Back at ringside everyone is quite it seems as it goes to commercial.

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT FOR IC TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP -=-
RONNIE McNEIL -vs- TIM TIMMONS -vs- KRIMZON BLAZE

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DANIELS: BAH GOD! What a tag team championship match that was but right now it is time for our co-main event of the evening. And what about Ruth!? I hope she's okay!

MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, it’s going to involve Tim Timmons versus Krimzon Blaze versus Ronnie McNeil in a triple threat match for the number one contendership to the Intercontinental championship.

TOWERS: This next match is set for one fall and is to determine the number one contender to the CZW intercontinental championship.

*the fans go nuts*

“Inside the Fire” by Disturbed blasts the speakers of the arena as Tim makes his way out from the back. The fans cheer for Tim as he makes his way out to the ring with a cocky grin on his face. He gets in the ring, climbs the turnbuckles and acknowledges the crowd.

Just then, "King of My World" By Saliva interrupts Tim’s music as Ronnie McNeil makes his way out, staring at Tim as he mouths off some choice words to him. Tim goes to his corner so Ronnie can have some ring time.

“Headstrong” by Trapt blares over the crowd as Krimzon Blaze makes his way out to a huge pop from the crowd. Blaze acknowledges the fans as he walks down to the ring, staring his two opponents, motioning around his waist that he will get that Intercontinental title. Now all three men are in the ring as Jessica Towers begins the introductions.

TOWERS: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred, sixty eight pounds, standing at six foot, two inches tall, he hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….TIM TIMMONS!!!!!

*the crowd pops for the hardcore legend*

TOWERS: Introducing next, weighing in two hundred, sixty pounds, standing at six foot, five inches tall……he hails from Birmingham, Alabama…..THE FRANCHISE…..RONNIE….MCNEIL!!!!!!!

TOWERS: And finally, weighing in two hundred, fifteen pounds, standing at five foot, eight inches tall, he hails from Detroit, Michigan…..THE AERIAL SPECIALIST….KRIMZON…..BLAZE!!!!!

*the fans go nuts and start a “KB” chant. Jessica Towers gets the hell out of dodge as the referee calls for the bell and the match begins*

DANIELS: Here we go now; all three men are sizing each other up, circling around the ring and licking their chops. Each man is looking at each other from across the ring, who will make the first move? Timmons and Blaze now look at each other, they give one another some sort of nod of approval. Both men run at Ronnie and execute a double drop kick, sending Ronnie flying into the corner.

MASTERS: It seems as though, Timmons and Blaze are working together and I don’t blame them seeing as Ronnie is probably the biggest threat in this match, smart move by Tim and KB.

DANIELS: I would actually have to agree with you on that one, William. This is a battle of the originals; all three of these men have been here from the beginning. Blaze and Timmons back up into the opposite corner, Blaze launches Timmons across the ring and Timmons nails Ronnie with a drop kick to the midsection. Timmons gets up and celebrates, he turns around and his greeted by a standing drop kick from Blaze.

MASTERS: Blaze is a smart man; he used Timmons to get to Ronnie and now has the advantage. Blaze has Ronnie on the top rope, he is attempting a top rope hurricanranna but here comes Timmons, it seems. Timmons grabs Blaze while Blaze has a hold of Ronnie. THREE MAN SUPLEX…BAH GOD! THREE MAN SUPLEX!

DANIELS: What a move that was and Timmons goes for the pin attempt on Ronnie McNeil.

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DANIELS: Ronnie, some how managed to kick out at the last second. Blaze used the ropes for leverage and gets back to his feet. Timmons sees his opportunity and runs at Blaze but Blaze ducks and pulls the ropes down, sending Timmons flying to the outside and landing, face first.

MASTERS: Timmons stumbles back to his feet as Blaze garbs the ropes for leverage and leaps on the outside to the apron…ASAI MOONSAULT! Blaze nails an asai moonsault on Timmons. Ronnie slides out of the ring, creeping up behind the two men who now get back to their feet. Ronnie jumps up on to the security railing and runs at the two men, Timmons sees Ronnie coming and pushed Blaze as he ducks out of the way. Ronnie then nails Blaze with a spear from the security railing, OH WHAT A MOVE!

DANIELS: Ronnie McNAILS an awesome spear from the top of the security railing and now he has the advantage. Ronnie picks up Timmons and the two men begin exchanging punches. Blaze stumbles to his feet behind Ronnie and Timmons, he climbs up on the turnbuckle, what the hell could Blaze be thinking now?

MASTERS: I don’t know he is thinking, especially after taking that spear from Ronnie. Blaze looks into the crowd as the fans chant his name. Blaze leaps off the turnbuckle…..

CORKSCREW PLANCHA!!!!!

DANIELS: Blaze just nailed a perfect corkscrew on Ronnie. The fans go nuts…

“C Z W!! C Z W!!! C Z W!!!”

MASTERS: These fans love this match it seems. Blaze picks up Ronnie and slides him back into the ring. Blaze slides in the ring and turns around only to be greeted by Timmons who was standing behind him. Timmons picks up Blaze… OH MAH GAWD! He’s going for the Canadian driver.

THWACK!

MASTERS: Timmons may have this won.

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DANIELS: This is the thing about triple threat matches, even when you think you have it won, there is that other man in the ring to stop you. Ronnie hits a drop toe hold on Timmons, he then picks Blaze up and sets him up for the Imperfections finishing move. Blaze counters it into a Broken Kode….

BLAZE COVERS RONNIE FOR THE WIN!

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DANIELS: Neither one of these men want to lose this opportunity to get a shot at the intercontinental championship. Timmons gets a head of steam, he grabs both men and attempts a double suplex. What the hell is he thinking here, he is not that strong.

MASTERS: I don’t know but Ronnie and Blaze just reversed it into a suplex on Timmons, instead. Blaze runs at the ropes and attempts a lion sault but Ronnie hits Blaze with a standing drop kick on Blaze.

DANIELS: Smart thinking by Ronnie there. Ronnie looks at both men, laying on the mat and sees an opportunity, he then kicks Blaze to the outside of the ring. Ronnie picks up Timmons and sets him up for the Imperfections finisher. Timmons counters said attempt into an overhead slam attempt but NO! Ronnie wiggles out, slides down and gets the sunset flip for the pin.

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DANIELS: Timmons get back to his feet as does Ronnie. Timmons swings with all his might but Ronnie ducks said attempt, Ronnie with a kick to the midsection, he sets him up….

IMPERFECTIONS!!!!!!

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THWACK!!!

DANIELS: Ronnie just hit the “Flawless” cutter on Blaze in mid air. Ronnie throws Timmons out of the ring. He grabs Blaze and sets him up!

IMPERFECTIONS!!!!!!

MASTERS: What a devastating move that was and now Ronnie goes for the pin, AGAIN!

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TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP…..THE ONE MAN SHOW……RONNIE MCNEIL!!!!!!!!

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Jesse Montana is sitting in a leather chair in front of a large desk, reading through some papers when suddenly his door bursts open and Mortius frames the doorway, breathing heavily, his hair, matted with sweat and blood, his front covered in blood and his visible skin red and slightly blistered.

Mortius: I WANT TOTAL MAYHEM IN A MATCH!

Jesse in taken aback by the visage, but composes himself quickly

Jesse: Who do you think you are barging in here?

Mortius: GIVE ME JAKOB AND EZRA IN A MATCH!

Jesse stands up from his seat and repeats

Jesse: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BARGING IN HERE?

Mortius without another word turns around to reveal the name Total Mayhem cut across his shoulders, and whipping gashes at the bottom of his back, barely visible over the drying layers of blood, he says to Jesse, a lot lower and calmer

Mortius: I want them in a match

Mortius turns back around to see the shocked expression on Jesses face, it’s obvious by his reaction that he hadn’t seen the gruesome scene from earlier

Jesse: I would, but they are a tag team, exclusively, if you wanted them you would need a partner

Mortius: No way, me versus them, that’s all I need

Jesse: Well I’m not willing to do that, pick a partner or don’t face them, I’m being reasonable in the face of you bursting in here.

Mortius: Anyone, I don’t care, as long as I get my hands on them

Jesse: Well okay, I’ll tell you what, here…

Jesse pulls out a piece of paper

Jesse:… is a copy of the current roster, I’ll close my eyes, point to one, and no matter who it lands on… that’s your partner, okay?

Mortius looks a bit weary but nods. Jesse closes his eyes and brings his finger down… opening them again he looks down and says

Jesse: BRIAN BLAZE!

Mortius slams his hands down on the desk and leans over the table

Mortius: No damn way!

Jesse leans over until he is nearly nose to nose with Mortius

Jesse: Take it or leave it, I’m not picking again

Mortius and Jesse stare for an extended second before Mortius backs away and stands straight

Mortius: Fine!

He then turns and leaves, Jesse watching him go, wincing as he again sees the damage that Total Mayhem has done to Mortius’ back.

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(Ross and Kimo are hunched down between 2 cars in the parking lot.)

Kimo: See that Hummer dog? That's the target!

Ross: Who's is it?

Kimo: That's Krimson Blaze's ride dog.

Ross: Yeah we'll see how long that lasts...

Kimo: Get down dog!

(Ross and Kimo get down low and the camera turns to see Krimson Blaze walking over to the Hummer.)

Ross: Alright on the count of 3. 1...2...3!!!

(Out of nowhere Ross and Kimo jump out and crack Blaze across the back with baseball bats. They start kicking him while he's on the ground. Ross grabs Blaze and throws him into a parked car nearby. Kimo comes barreling in with a garbage can and smashes it over Blaze's head.)

Kimo: Yea dog! Get up! Do somethin! Yo Ross get this motha f**ka up!

(Ross gets Blaze up to his feet and Kimo completely shatters the wooden bat over his head. Krimson Blaze lays on the concrete ground complete unconcious.)

Kimo: Yea dog! YEA!!!

Ross: Alright now for the keys...

(Ross digs into Krimson Blaze's pockets and pulls out his keys and throws them to Kimo.)

Kimo: Ya know one dog, I just thought of somethin. He's one of the CZW's fan favorites. Imagine what a pair of his shoes would go for on E-Bay!

(Ross and Kimo stand there thinking and looking at eachother for a few seconds. Suddenly they go in and like a pack of vultures peel every last bit of clothing off of his body. Krimson Blaze literally is laying on the ground completely naked.)

Kimo: Yea! This shit will sell high!

Ross: What are going to do about naked boy here?!

Kimo: Mayne I don't know. Throw him in that dumpster over thurr fo all I care!

(Ross grabs his base ball bat and shatters it over Blaze's back seeing as how he was slowly starting to get up. He then proceeds to pick him up onto his shoulders and tosses him into the green dumpster near by like a sack of garbage.)

Kimo: Yo Ross dog! Get in mayne!

(Kimo and Ross hop into the Hummer and laugh as the key is slid into the ignition. The Hummer backs up and Kimo hangs out the window.)

Kimo: YO BLAZE! Ya just got f**ked up bitch! Fo We Be Gettin Away with GTA MOFO!!!

(With those words spoken they drive off with Krimson Blaze's Hummer leaving Blaze's naked body in the dumpster.)

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Eric Collum is backstage, heading towards the entrance ramp for his match. He passes a group of crew members, some of which wish him luck. As he is about to enter the arena and other voice is heard from the shadows.

???: Yes Eric...good luck indeed...

Shawn Waters walks towards Collum. He stops so he is face to face with Eric..

Waters: I hope you enjoy yourself out there...because I'm sure Ace won't hold anything back...

Eric laughs mockingly at Shawn and shoulders past.

Waters: Eric...one last thing...keep a hold of that TV title...because when I return...I want to be the one who beats you for it!

Shawn nods at Eric, who glares back, before making his way out to the arena....

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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- WINNER FIGHTS IN THREE WAY WHC MATCH AT THE PPV! -=-
ACE KING -vs- GREGORY GRANTHAM -vs- ERIC COLLUM

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TOWERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, please get ready for Overdrive’s MAIN EVENT!

DANIELS: Yes our main event for this evening, triple threat competition, the prize at the end of it for these three men, a chance at the World Heavyweight Title in the first CZW Pay-Per-View in 2009.

MASTERS: It’s what every man here fights for in CZW, excluding Alanso and Jena Cyde of course, the World Title, currently being held by Maynard O’Toole, if these three guys don’t put their entire lives on the line tonight for even a taste of that Gold, they are mad men in my opinion.

DANIELS: I believe they would put everything on the line for this, and lets talk about the individuals inside this match-up. We have Gregory Grantham, the bitter former leader of the Elite Revolution, his entire purpose in CZW, throughout his whole career was to become World Champion. We saw it while he was learning and conspiring against the Former World Champion, Jesse Montana, we saw it while he created one of the most talented stables in CZW history, The Elite Revolution, eventually falling to it’s abyss last week here on Overdrive, we even saw it back in the Fourth installment of the Money in the Bank competition, narrowly missing out to eventual winner and rival Alan Fiscus. I mean this man has no problem backstabbing and stepping on his apparent partners or even friends, but the desire he has for that belt can not be matched in my opinion. But with the recent failure he has seen, can he overcome the odds here tonight?

MASTERS: He has not had the best times with team work, I mean aspiring against Jesse Montana can never get you anywhere, and word has it, his own stable mates in Elite Revolution never really liked the way Grantham treated them, this guy is simply not a team player and we saw that in the Stable Wars last week, however, what he is one of the most talented and pure gifted athletes I have ever seen, he has beat Montana in the past, he has got one of the best records in CZW, and as much as I hate to say it, he still has a great chance at winning the top prize here in CZW.

DANIELS: Well answered William. I happen to agree with you there, though having Grantham as our World Champion, the thought almost makes me heave. Now we also have Eric Collum in this match, the self-proclaimed master of the Triple Threat matches, not only does he hold the Television Title, he now has a chance at doubling his winnings and being the first person in history to hold two single Titles. Clearly this man has impressed the right people, however he has his problems with Montana as we all saw in that press conference earlier in the week. He also has his problems with his former team mate, and opponent this week, Gregory Grantham, these two men have feuded in the past, had some of the greatest matches, never before though as he faced Ace King in any circumstance like this, neither has Gregory Grantham for that matter, has Eric Collum got the ability to rise from the Television Title ranks and become the top of the industry?

MASTERS: He already has Jarred, in case you hadn’t noticed, this man has wins over some of the best today, Eddie Rowan, Matt Covey, our own World Champion, Maynard O’Toole, he is already the longest reigning TV Champion we have ever seen, he is now a constant main eventer. Gregory Grantham may not have been quite as intelligent as he proclaims to be playing games with Eric Collum like he did last week, Collum will want to exact revenge and step his game up to the highest level tonight, and he could very well do that.

DANIELS: Oh no doubt that the Television Champion could step it up once more. Now onto Ace King, the final man in this Triple Threat match, and many people over the past few weeks have questioned his abilities, people have been asking whether or not he can find the same success he did last year, some people even going as far to calling him a has-been. Now me personally, I don’t see why these critics have hit him so hard, he has been a way for a few months, fine, but since he has been back, he has fought in two of the biggest and most brutal matches we have seen, it seems these guys don’t give him a chance but I dare say we could see signs of the old Ace King here tonight, as he stated earlier in the week, when the Title is on the line, he fights to his absolute hardest.

MASTERS: And that is exactly what he must do, he must have the match of his life to beat these two hungry guys, Collum with so much momentum, Grantham with so much passion for the belt. I happen to be one of these critics myself, I question whether Ace can hack it at the top now, CZW has seen many changes over the past few months, Ace King has not seen action while guys like Eric Collum were becoming the main event, while Grantham was building himself an army, they have a point, why should Ace be allowed to waltz back in CZW and fight for the World Title?

DANIELS: Well he isn’t exactly having any special treatment now is he, he has to fight inside this match just like the others, and when it comes to Ace King, he will always be around the World Title picture, he may have his critics but time and time again he proves he deserves to be the legend that he truly is here in CZW.

MASTERS: Here we go again, sucking up to the popular guys, he may be a legend, he may have been the best at one point, but this is 2009 old man, and you better get used to it.

DANIELS: I know what damn year it is, not sure that you would know with your ridiculous 1970’s hair style, anyway, as you can tell folks, this match could go either way, and were truly blessed with yet another top quality main event here on Overdrive, looks like it’s about to be underway…

MASTERS: At least I have hair…

The lights fade as the fans await the music of the first competitor to make his way down. Suddenly, the obvious sound of ‘Ace of Spades’ begins to play, creating an up-roar with the fans, diving off their seats trying to get a great view of the Gambler, Ace King.

TOWERS: Our first competitor ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 205 lbs, he is CZW’s very own Gambler…ACE KING!

The opening guitar riff plays, and the crowd goes crazy. As the drums start, pyro starts to go off with increasing intensity, culminating with a huge explosion when the drums climax. Ace makes his way out to the ring and the crowd cheers hard. Ace walks down casually to the ring, slapping hands with fans lining the ramp. He then slides into the ring. Another pyro explosion happens when he slides into the ring, right after the line "Don't Forget The Joker".

DANIELS: He may have critics, however these fans will always stick by the Gambler, he has an army of fans here it seems and all around the World, all wanting him to challenge for the CZW World Title once again.

MASTERS: They can want it all they want, there is no such things as genie’s and Ace may need one here tonight.

The fans calm down now knowing that the next arrival is either Grantham or Collum. Already fans have started to boo as Ace awaits their arrival. Suddenly, as the fans boo heavily, we hear ‘Fly from the Inside’ begin to play.

TOWERS: Next on his way to the ring, hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 215 lbs, he is the current and longest reigning CZW Television Champion…The Human Highlight Reel…ERIC COLLUM!

The lights in the arena go out and are replaced by multicolored flashing lasers and strobes. "Fly From the Inside" by Shinedown hits the P.A. system and the fans jump to their feet to boo the Television Champion. Eric Collum comes walking out onto the stage dressed for competition in short wrestling trunks, knee high wrestling boots, elbow and knee pads, and a T-shirt, the CZW Television Title on his shoulder. He continues down the ramp, his eyes focused on the ring. He brushes off the slaps on the arm and shoulder by the fans in the front rows before climbing the steel steps to the ring apron.. He looks around the arena, then looks at Ace King who is standing in the middle of the ring. Eric stays on the outside as he awaits the arrival of Gregory Grantham.

MASTERS: There he is, impressively walking into a World Title contender-ship match already equipped with the Television Title belt around his shoulder, this man is simply impressive.

DANIELS: I can’t argue that fact, these fans may boo but since he returned here at CZW, he has qualified himself to compete for the top prize.

The fans boo greatly as they know the next entrance will be Gregory Grantham. Eric stands on the outside as Ace occupies the ring, then a mass of boos and ‘you suck’ chants begin to rally through the arena, almost not hearing that ‘The Graduate Theme’ is beginning to sound.

TOWERS: And the final man in this Main Event, he hails from Beaumont, Texas and weighs in at 245 lbs, he is The Graduate…GREGORY GRANTHAM!

The Graduate walks out to a massive fog of boos, creating a slight smirk on his face. Grantham raises his arms up and shows the World his massive biceps as explosions on the stage fire off. Gregory then walks down the ramp as he slows down, noticing Collum standing only feet away.

DANIELS: And look at the stare Eric Collum is giving him, Grantham dare I say it almost looks a little intimidated by the anger on the mind of Collum here.

MASTERS: Oh I doubt that very much, Grantham is the master of mind games and as much as I hate to say it, what he did last week has stuck in the mind of Collum and this could give Grantham the edge in this match, being the calmer and the man that holds the cards in some way.

DANIELS: Yeah he is intelligent but he doesn’t need anyone else to say that for him, his arrogant nature annoys so many people, especially these fans, but also Eric and Ace, which as you so cleverly pointed out, could give Grantham the edge here tonight.

MASTERS: Yes, I pointed it out, and I too am highly intelligent, you see me and Gregory have one thing in common.

DANIELS: Yeah and obviously you don’t have more in common like your both arrogant geeks…

MASTERS: Let me remind you of one thing Mr. Confidence, I used to wrestle and I have no problem beating up a belligerent thug like you.

DANIELS: Belligerent? Thug? Anyway, never mind my partner here folks, focus on what we have in front of us, three men, all passionate about the World Title, all three men with a chance of a life time here tonight.

MASTERS: You blasted fool.

All three men are now inside the ring as the referee speaks to each one in a professional manner. The fans are chanting solely for Ace as the match is about to begin. The referee signals for the bell to be rang.

*DING DING*

- As the bell sounds, the fans enthusiasm quickly turns to rage as Eric and Gregory jump on Ace, beating him down with violent rights and lefts. Grantham lifts him up as he props him in the corner, now allowing Eric to get a few kicks to the sternum, Grantham then hitting Ace in the head with a strong right which knocks him back down. The two men continue to team up on the popular Ace King as Eric stomps him down, Grantham dropping a heavy elbow drop. Both men walk off as they stare down the fans, now chanting ‘you suck’ to both of the former Elite Revolution members.

DANIELS: Very surprising start here, Grantham and Collum as much hatred maybe inside of Collum for his former team leader, there managing to team up against Ace here.

MASTERS: As I thought, they may have deep problems with each other, Eric more than Gregory, however there both highly intelligent, and two against one is easier than one against one against one.

DANIELS: But for how long can this last?

- Ace manages to find his way to his feet as Eric is straight back on him. Eric gets a couple of knife-edge chops in as Gregory walks over and hit’s a fierce European Uppercut, knocking Ace back down again. Eric lifts him up but Ace suddenly explodes with momentum as he throws out a right hand as Eric charismatically throws himself to the ground. Grantham walks in now only to get his jaw rattled with a right hand, then another, Ace then whips him to the ropes but Grantham reverses, Ace at pace bounces off as Grantham ducks down, Ace stops though and kicks him square in he face, then follows up with a clothesline as the fans are going wild.

DANIELS: Ace may have been handicapped as these two men decided to team up on him, but boy can Ace find momentum at the right time.

MASTERS: But fighting two against one will wear him down eventually, these fans are blinded by their obsession with the Gambler though.

DANIELS: He’s a fan favorite, nothing wrong with that, just because you live your life like scrooge.

MASTERS: Humbug!

- Eric now jumps up as he tries to attack Ace from behind, but Ace almost like he has eyes in the back of the head counters as he takes Collum down with a hip toss. Eric back up as Ace walks him into the corner with a right hand, now he begins to unload with stinging knife-edge chops, the fans wooing along. Ace Irish whips Collum to the opposite side, then follows him looking to squash him in the corner, but put pops Grantham…SPEAR!

DANIELS: My God Grantham was like a damn jack in the box there, popped up out of no where.

MASTERS: And the momentum has now gone, that is the thing, momentum only lasts for a short amount of time.

DANIELS: And these fans sitting back down in disappointment.

- Grantham smirks, clearly proud of himself as he once again looks over the crowd, egging them on with chants and boos, only filling his own ego. Gregory picks Ace back up as the Gambler holds his waist tightly, grimacing in pain. Gregory hit’s a right hand as Ace flops around the top rope. Gregory begins to press Ace’s throat down on the top rope, clearly choking him as the referee breaks it up, creating another wave of boos for the Graduate. Gregory continues his assault as he Irish whips Ace to the ropes again, as the Gambler comes back, Grantham like a veteran places Ace in a sleeper hold, silencing the crowd and killing any momentum he had.

MASTERS: How intelligent, an experienced move from the Graduate, now destroying Ace’s energy, keeping the match slow and at the perfect level for Grantham.

DANIELS: Yeah we all know how Ace reacts from the crowd’s positivity and can shoot into action with his famous adrenaline bursts, but Grantham is killing two birds with one stone here, silencing the fans and wearing down the Gambler.

MASTERS: And Collum sitting and waiting in the corner, keep an eye on him…

- Grantham has those huge biceps wrapped around the head of Ace King as he slowly slips to the ground, now kneeling down losing the energy he once felt. The fans begin to pop up from their seats, now chanting for the Gambler to give him as much encouragement as possible, Grantham looking around like everyone is against him. Ace begins to shake his fist as Gregory senses a turn-around, Ace now making his way back to his feet.

DANIELS: It’s almost like Ace is given superhuman strength from these fans.

MASTERS: I know and I wish they would sit down and shut the hell up.

DANIELS: So does Grantham by the looks of it, Ace now feeling that momentum come screaming back.

- Ace begins to hit Gregory in the gut with elbows, quickly loosening the grip and finally breaking free. Ace hits Grantham with a snap mare takedown, Grantham gets back up now running at Ace, but the Gambler steps back towards the ropes as he throws Gregory over the top rope, the fans near the barricade loving the fact that Grantham crashed onto the hard concrete floor. Ace holds his head, feeling the effects of the sleeper but quickly is in danger again as Eric springs from the corner, taking Ace down with a head scissors takedown.

MASTERS: Everywhere the Gambler looks, there’s dealers ready to bankrupt him, Eric and Gregory so far have been too much for these fans hero.

DANIELS: Yeah these Mexicans love the Gambler, but against two of the greatest technical wrestlers in CZW his chances are fading fast. It’s every man for themselves though and knowing the hatred brewing between Collum and Grantham, tempers are going to flare soon.

- Ace crawls to the corner where Eric has quickly finds him with a running knee. Eric then pulls Ace from the corner as he gets back to his feet, Eric now in a split second dropping Ace with a Twist of Fate. At this point Grantham slowly rolls back in, taking back control of Ace as he begins to stomp him down. Eric looks on a little dejected as Grantham now picks Ace up, lifting him up for a spine buster but instead running him spine first into the corner. Grantham cockily raises both arms by his side, smelling the fresh air of victory as he then slaps Ace right in the face, making the fans spew hatred towards the Graduate. Grantham whips Ace over to the opposite corner where Eric stands. Ace crashes into the corner as Eric now pounces on Ace, hitting him with kicks to the sternum. Grantham casually walks over and almost nudges Eric aside, only to start stomping down Ace, once again Eric now looking a little more dejected.

MASTERS: Grantham taking control of this match now…

DANIELS: And have you noticed the look on Collum’s face, it’s almost like a person who invented an award winning item, only to have it stolen by their rival.

MASTERS: Stop talking in riddles you twerp.

- Grantham has Ace in a bad position now, continually beating him down in the corner. Grantham places him up on the top rope, sitting down as Gregory follows him. The fans look on a little scared as Grantham picks Ace up high…SUPERPLEX!

- The impact is huge as the ring shakes. Gregory is quickly making his way back to his feet as Ace lies motionless. Eric Collum now runs off towards the ropes as he impressively springboards off and moonsaults towards the body of Ace king, now going for a moonsault splash…However Grantham pulls Ace out of the way at the same time and goes for a cover…

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DANIELS: My goodness, Eric going for an almighty moonsault there as Grantham pulls Ace away…and look at the face of Collum as he gets up…

MASTERS: Haha, whether Gregory did that on purpose or accident, Eric Collum isn’t going to stand any longer for this.

DANIELS: Eric now getting right into the face of Grantham!

- Grantham smiles as he tries to calm Eric down, the TV Champ having none of it though as he suddenly smashes Gregory in the jaw with a right hand which knocks him right on his ass, making the fans actually cheer, not so much for Eric more for the fact the two heels are now going at it. Eric begins to stomp Gregory down but the intelligent Grantham quickly rolls under the ropes out of dodge as the fans boo and hiss at him. Ace meanwhile is still looking hurt as he tries to recover, Eric on the other hand with only one thought in mind, as he runs towards the ropes…CANNONBALL DIVE OVER THE ROPES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: HAHAHA Grantham may have thought he was home safe, but Collum proved that there is no safe place out here at ringside.

MASTERS: And I think Eric’s boot caught Gregory right in the face there, absolutely beautiful. I am surprised this duo imploded quite this quickly, but I guess we now have a true triple threat match on our hands.

DANIELS: There is no teamwork when a World Title shots is at stake, and I dare say Eric Collum had waited a long time to finally get Grantham with such a move.

- The fans cheer as Grantham begins to panic, now noticing blood drip from his nose where the heel of Collum’s boot caught him. Eric gets back up and slides Gregory back into the ring. Eric gets in as he picks him up, now hitting a forearm smash, then another, Eric now holds up his foot as Gregory catches it, only for Collum to hit a hard Ensuguiri knocking Grantham down for 10. Eric walks back over to Ace now who smashes Collum in the gut with a right hand, now gets back up as he grabs Eric…Inverted Atomic Drop. Ace then grabs the legs of Collum as he falls back to the canvas spine first. Ace keeps hold of Eric’s legs as he falls back, hitting a slingshot on him, however the athleticism of Collum shows through as he balances on the second rope, then springboard moonsault off looking for Ace with a moonsault body press, Ace ducks though as Grantham gets hit with it, much to the delight of the Mexican fans…

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DANIELS: What a great showing of Wrestling ability there, Eric managing to not only balance on the ropes off that slingshot, but to throw himself at his opponent like that, amazing…

MASTERS: Not getting his desired opponent but hitting Grantham nonetheless, in the wrong place at the wrong time was the Graduate.

- Eric gets back up now as he turns around…HIGH ROLLER!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: MY GOD OUT OF NO WHERE!!!!

MASTERS: I THINK HE JUST TOOK ERIC’S HEAD OFF THERE…

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- Gregory now picks up Ace as he spears him into the corner once again, then throws a wild right hand that Ace easily sucks, now situations reversed as Grantham finds himself in the corner. Ace begins to hit knife-edge chop after chop after chop, the chest of Grantham becoming red raw. The fans woo along with delight. Suddenly Ace dodges as he must of heard Eric running behind him, trying to hit Ace but instead Collum runs face first into Grantham, Ace now from behind…GERMAN SUPLEX!!!

DANIELS: The mistake could cost Collum here, and Ace has the bridge pin…

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- Collum just manages to roll out of the bridge. Ace gets up now as Grantham launches into a HUGE clothesline which takes Ace spinning for a full 180 degrees.

MASTERS: Ace traveling round the World there!

DANIELS: So much fast pace action, these guys are really going for this…

MASTERS: Well that may have slowed the match down, slowed Ace down anyway!

- Grantham stands tall as he once again looks around the arena like he owns the place, standing tall like he has won the match already. Gregory now picks up Eric as he begins an attack on him. Grantham using his strength to not only lock in an Abdominal stretch but to rip Collum’s body apart.. Grantham pulls back hard with a strong grip on the arm, Eric’s ribs sticking out as Grantham uses his extra arm to pound down his ribs. The fans hardly even try to will Eric on, still chanting for Ace as he tries to get back to his feet. Grantham now abandons the hold and grabs Eric instead for a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

MASTERS: HOLY MOLY…Grantham threw him so hard Eric flipped around and landed on his face!

DANIELS: Freakish strength.

- Ace now stands to his feet but Grantham is quickly on him, kicks him in the gut, then lifts him up for a Vertical Suplex. Grantham’s confidence and power shows through as he holds Ace in the air for a few seconds, letting all the blood rush to his head before dropping him down, and going for the cover…

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- Grantham kneels up, almost expected Ace to kick out, now grabs Ace in a lying down sleeper, locking his huge thighs around the waist of the Gambler. The fans quickly get behind the Gambler, chanting for him as he begins to roll through as much as possible, reaching for the ropes, however Grantham clearly has it locked in perfectly. Suddenly Eric is seen standing up, and almost flying up to the top rope…

DANIELS: How fast was that, and I doubt Grantham has seen him…

MASTERS: He is like a damn eagle…

DANIELS: HE FLIES!!!!

MOONSAULT LEG DROP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Eric lands on both men, splitting the hold up and hurting himself in the process. All three men lie next to one another, the fans continuing their chants for Ace, even more hyper after the aerial assault from the Human Highlight Reel. Collum is the first to move, now dragging himself up onto his feet, sweat pouring down his face, clearly the match has taken the toll on all men.

DANIELS: Looks like Eric could be the first to his feet here, but after all he has taken, can he actually walk?!

MASTERS: I don’t think Collum needs to be able to walk, that man can fly!

- Eric is indeed the first man to his feet, stumbling around looking worn out, Grantham is quickly up as the second man to his feet as Eric reacts, storming towards him and knocks the bigger man over the top rope with a clothesline, however the momentum of the attack takes Eric over the top rope too, but the TV Champ manages to stick on the apron. Ace King is now the third man up as he stumbles towards Eric, the Human Highlight Reel jumps up onto the top rope without hesitation…DIVING HURRICRANA!

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DANIELS: MY GOD ERIC COLLUM JUST LANDED ON HIS HEAD!

MASTERS: HE COULD BE DEAD…AND EVEN WORSE…ACE COULD WIN THIS THING!

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- Somehow Eric Collum gets a kick out. The cameras show Eric after taking the fall on his head, his eyes in a trance, clearly Eric not knowing where he is. As Ace walks up to him, Eric begins swinging rights and lefts wildly…

DANIELS: Eric not only doesn’t know where he is right now, he doesn’t even know where his opponent is!

MASTERS: Yeah Eric has gone from being an eagle to a bat…he may be able to fly but if he is blind, he doesn’t know where to land.

DANIELS: You know William, bats aren’t really blind.

MASTERS: Shut it.

- Ace avoids the wild rights and lefts as he kicks Eric in the sternum, then picks him up and walks him into the corner. Ace now hits Eric with a few more right hands before lifting him up onto the top rope. The fans cheer in anticipation as Ace follows him, hitting Eric with even more right hands.

DANIELS: Eric in a dangerous situation here…

- Ace locks Eric up, clearly looking to hit a superplex from the top rope, however Eric fights back once more, hitting Ace with right hands, then to everyone’s surprise he knocks Ace off as the Gambler lands on his back on the canvas. Eric now stands up as though he is about to dive off.

DANIELS: WHAT IS ERIC THINKING HERE?!

MASTERS: We spoke about how the move earlier hurt his eye sight, well it clearly made him brain damaged too, what in the hell is he attempting this for?!

DANIELS: OH MY GOD…AERIAL REVOLUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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- Eric lands painfully on the canvas, Ace King almost springing up after Eric lands. Ace waits for Eric to rise slowly, then runs at the ropes, bounces off, the fans cheer as Ace comes crashing in…

DANIELS: FULL HOUSE…FULL HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: Eric’s head must feel like Tim Timmons! His IQ is now the same!

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DANIELS: Is that it???!

MASTERS: NO…NO YOU IMBECILE, ERIC KICKS OUT!!!!!

DANIELS: HOW IN THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT?!

MASTERS: LOOK OUT!

- Grantham now springs into action as Eric rolls off almost out of it. Gregory kicks Ace in the gut, then picks him up…

MASTERS: THE 4.0!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: NO…ACE SLIPS OFF…THIS MATCH HAS GONE CRAZY!

- Grantham now turns around as Ace catches him…

DANIELS: OVERHEAD BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX…OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!

MASTERS: Grantham going straight back to the outside there…and what is this?!

DANIELS: COLLUM IS BACK UP…WATCH OUT ACE…

MASTERS: I DON’T BELIEVE IT…

DANIELS: COLLUMBINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: This man is relentless, how did he even get back up?!

DANIELS: Can he get to a cover here?!

- Collum crawls desperately as the fans give mixed reactions. Grantham is out of it on the outside, Ace is out in the ring…COLLUM COVERS!

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DANIELS: PINFALL!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: THIS TIME…IT IS OVER!

DANIELS: Collum is going to Evil Intensions! What a match that was, Eric Collum amazingly got the win, Grantham so close, Ace so close…but wow!

- Eric gets to his feet as he grabs the TV Title off the ref and stands tall on the turnbuckle, raising his Title and signaling he will soon wear two belts. The fans are loud with mixed reactions, respecting his performance. As Eric leaves, Grantham gets back into the ring.

MASTERS: This might not be good for Ace, Grantham is back in and doesn’t look happy, he may feel Ace screwed him out of the win.

DANIELS: This man did not get screwed, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he blamed Ace here, he is despicable after all.

- Grantham helps Ace to his feet, King not really aware of where he is. Grantham then lifts Ace up and hit’s the 4.0!!!!!!!!!!!! The fans boo furiously.

DANIELS: What a disgusting man. And a bad loser!

MASTERS: Ace stood in the way of the one thing he wants, Grantham is bound to be angry.

DANIELS: But attacking a helpless man, I hope he feels big.

- Grantham leaves Ace King unconscious in the ring as the show begins to end, the fans booing loudly.

DANIELS: That’s all for this week folks, tune in next week for another edition of Overdrive, then the week after that…EVIL INTENTIONS! Goodnight!