As the clip begins, a subtitle reads "Ten Minutes Ago" at the top of the screen.

J. A. Sawyer is dressed in black denim jeans and a worn red T-shirt with the Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band album cover printed on the front as he walks through the back corridor of the arena. He has just been to the usual pre-show meeting that the Overdrive GM likes to have at each show, and after speaking to one of the agents, he is heading back to his locker room (shared with the other ‘good guy’ wrestlers of CZW. Sawyer has never really been one for his own dressing room no matter his position in the company).

As he nears the hallway that leads to the dressing room doors, he sees Jenny Jacobs smiling at him from her station in front of a camera in a little sectioned off cube.

Jenny: “J.A, hi! Are you up for a pre-show interview today? Just a few words?”

Sawyer with a smile: “Sure, Jenny, but I’m not really dressed for it.”

Jenny: “It’s for CZW.com, not the main show.”

Sawyer: “Fine. I have plenty of time.”

Sawyer walked up to stand next to Jenny as she motioned for the camera-person to start filming.

Jenny: “I’m here with The Working Man J. A. Sawyer who has a huge match tonight, a four-way match against Mike Monroe, The Real Deal Rob Wright, and Mortius, the winner of which will become the number 1 contender to the Intercontinental Championship. J. A, do you have any thoughts about this match?”

Sawyer smiles warmly at Jenny: “You interviewers really have to come up with some new material. Of course I have some thoughts about it! (Looks into the camera) Tonight is a big match for all four of us, and particularly so for me. I know I’m a former CZW Tag Team Champ and Hall of Famer who was here for all of CZW’s early shows, but I was gone for over five months! I expected to have to claw my way up the ladder and win more matches before getting an opportunity like this. Of course, before I actually get a title shot, I have to win tonight, so I need to keep things in perspective. Each of these men are bringing something different to the ring. Rob Wright is a calculating former champion with incredible skills, Monroe brings a tenacity that a lot of younger wrestlers lack, and Mortius is a bit of a mystery. He’s too new, so we don’t even know everything he has to unleash! In order to win I have to watch these three different wrestlers with three different styles! Huge challenge…”

From the side we see Mortius step into the shot. Sawyer’s expression turns cold and Jenny seems taken aback.

Jenny: “Um…you can have an interview once we are through…”

Mortius leans down to growl into Jenny’s face: “Do you really think I’m here for that? To speak to you, little girl?”

Sawyer gently pulls Jenny back behind him and steps right up to Mortius. The intensity of both their stares could ignite a fire between them.

Sawyer: “What is with you? Are you stalking me or something? Everytime I turn around, you are there. At a show you aren’t scheduled for. At a fan meet and greet. Here. What is the deal?”

Mortius: “I’ve heard you talking, ‘Working Man’. You called me a coward, among other things. You must be a very brave man to call me names when I’m not around.”

Sawyer: “Well then open your ears you rookie painted-faced goth reject! You came up from behind me while I was talking to the fans as I was scheduled to do on a show you weren’t even on and cold-cocked me from behind. That, in my book, is a coward! A real man doesn’t need to hide behind face paint and sneak up on someone to get the job done. You proved nothing other than that you don’t have the confidence to face someone cleanly. But we’ll see just what you are made of later on tonight, won’t we?”

Mortius: “Why don’t we find out now?”

They swing at almost the same time and began to pummel each other as Jenny flees the scene. Punching and shoving they push part of the set over to show the arena hallway behind. Sawyer’s helmet flies through the air to bang on the concrete floor as they brawl.. Mortius picks up a metal trash can and tried to bash Sawyer with it but The Working Man catches the weapon and then, while Mortius’ hands were busy, head-butted his opponent. Sawyer grabs the taller man and whips him into a rack of folding chairs that were not needed for tonight’s show. Sawyer pursues but Mortius hits with a big boot to Sawyer’s midsection, causing him to stumble back, then smashes Sawyer’s head down on the rack of chairs! Mortius chokes J.A., but Sawyer places a thumb firmly in the tall man’s eye! As Sawyer cocks his arm back for another punch, CZW head of security and several of his team jump in to pull them apart even as the camera still rolls to catch the entire scene.

HOC: “You guys need to back off now! You know the rules about fighting before a show! If one of you gets hurt now and can’t wrestle, both of you might get suspended!”

Sawyer, shouting: “Oh, like anyone really gets suspended around here for violence! In the ring, out of the ring, it doesn’t matter around here. People get kidnapped, attacked, or taken out, and CZW ‘authority’ doesn’t do much of ANYTHING!”

HOC: “Better watch what you say, Sawyer. You haven’t been back that long.”

Sawyer looks past the security personnel to lock eyes with Mortius as they push him further away.

Sawyer: “Hey, Morty, I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Believe me, I’m going to enjoy tonight far more than you will!”

The camera shot cuts out at that point. Now the cameras join commentators for Overdrive, Jarred Daniels and William Masters.

DANIELS: Richmond Virginia has come alive tonight folks as CZW superstars fill the famous coliseum with fire and aggression. Speaking of aggression, it seems as though we had fighting before the first match on the card, the situation between JA and Mortius exploded earlier on and could get even worse I fear tonight as they fight in a four man battle royal.

MASTERS: And who in the hell does Sawyer think he is to bad mouth the staff here at CZW?!

DANIELS: Well…Tonight we have not only two Title matches for you, one of which is the credited World Title match, we also have a massive 13 matches on the card!

MASTERS: Yeah as the CZW roster continues to grow, we have more and more talent on show for all of these fans and the millions watching at home. And here to bring you all the action as usual, there is my assistant who sits to my right here, Jarred Daniels, then ladies and gentlemen, you have the man who Farley and Gold hate, the man who women desire, the man who God’s are jealous of, we have Myself, William Masters.

DANIELS: Gods are jealous of you? I doubt even Dogs are jealous of you. Anyway, we have mentioned it just now, the CZW World Title is on the line folks, El Pablo and Ronnie McNeil, one on one, no stipulations.

MASTERS: Both of these men can fight for that Title all they want Jarred, the fact of the matter is, the spirit of Montana is buried inside that Gold and he was never beaten for that belt.

DANIELS: I seem to remember El Pablo winning the match, I also seem to remember Montana trying to steal away that belt from it’s rightful owner. Unfortunately that did not end well for Jesse, the former World Champion, as we all know, he fell over 20 feet and so far, we have had no update on his condition, in fact, not a soul has heard from the Sensation. That was meant to change here tonight as we were going to be live from his home in Miami, Florida, however when our cameras got their, we were sent straight away, not even being able to get a word with any of the Montana family, not even getting our first update!

MASTERS: This is upsetting, I just want to know if he is okay. I want to know who that bastard assailant is. Will we ever get answers Jarred?!

DANIELS: Who knows William, what we do know though is that tonight proves to be another memorable night for CZW as Overdrive boats more talent than William’s pants ladies and gentlemen!

MASTERS: Why thank you Jarred.

DANIELS: First up, we have four men who are dying to make an impression in CZW and spring up the ladder of success, for these four men, it’s all or nothing and it’s up next!

MASTERS: Do you really like my pants that much?!

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-=- FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH -=- (2 RP's per person) MANTRATE -VS- MOUNTAIN MAN -VS- STEVEN RUSSELL -VS- ADONIS

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The four men stand off in the ring. Adonis quickly slides under the ropes as the bell rings, leaving the other three men inside. The fans quickly turning on Adonis as he poses arrogantly. Inside, Mountain Man is clearing house as he clotheslines both opponents, then picks up Steven for a power bomb. Mountain Man powers Mantrate to the corner as he starts hitting shoulder barges into his gut. Mountain Man then hits him with hard right hands, however Mantrate brushes it off as he jumps up, hitting Mountain man in the jaw with a high foot, then runs out and hit’s a Double Arm DDT. He gets a quick cover but Steven is easily there to break it up. Mantrate and Russell go at it, Mantrate with a clear power advantage as he lifts Russell up, eventually throwing him out of the ring with a Fall away slam over the top rope. Mantrate looks to be dominating the match, however Adonis picks this point to enter the match, sliding in unnoticed, then hits Mantrate with a European Uppercut, Irish whips him to the ropes as he catches him with a fierce Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker. Adonis walks off as he leans on the ropes, licking his lips at a sexy woman in the crowd of fans. Suddenly Mountain Man appears out of no where as Adonis turns around, almost shocked as he walks into the giant chest of Mountain Man. He suddenly gets caught with a double axe handle as Adonis almost throws himself over the ropes to get away, checking his lip to see if he is bleeding, almost panicking over losing his good looks. Mountain Man reaches over the ropes through as he picks up Adonis literally by his head, pulling him up onto the apron. Mantrate then springs up and spears Mountain Man into Adonis who drops and smashes against the guardrail. Mantrate then gets a roll up on Mountain Man…

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Mountain Man gets back up and tries to catch Mantrate, however he ducks, then grabs Mountain Man from behind…Neckbreaker. Mantrate goes for another cover however this time Mountain man kicks out after the one count. On the outside we see Adonis almost in tears as he checks on his face. He then begins to talk to the same woman he winked at before, not even noticing Mantrate getting these quick covers. Suddenly Russell is back up as he springs over the ropes, knocks down both Mountain Man and Mantrate with dropkicks, then in a crazy action, flies over the top rope looking for Adonis.

HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…

Adonis notices him in the corner of his eyes as he catches the much smaller man in mid air, then proceeds to viciously F-5 him into the turnbuckle, Russell’s head smashing off the post with force.

MASTERS: He calls that the Ego Smack, Jarred.

DANIELS: Well we certainly heard an almighty smack…WE NEED HELP FOR RUSSELL!

A few men come down to attend to Russell, Adonis hardly even caring, as he kisses the woman in the front row on the lips, then slides back into the ring as he quickly kicks Mountain Man in the ribs, then again. Mountain Man rolls under the ropes as he falls to the concrete floor below. Mantrate is up as he hits lefts and rights on Adonis, then hit’s a minor spine buster, keeping hold of his legs…

DANIELS: Could we be about to see the Mantrate Maneuver?!

MASTERS: I don’t think so Jarred.

Adonis fights out and kicks him off into the ropes, he bounces back as Adonis flips up, shakes his hips to the fans then catches Mantrate on the way back off the ropes…

SIMPLY SEXY!

MASTERS: What a move, and he even had time to pose for these adoring fans too.

DANIELS: Oh what a showman he really is…NOT!

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MASTERS: Whatever Jarred, but that was a pinfall and in my eyes, he has a great future.

DANIELS: Is this because he looks like you 40 years ago?

MASTERS: How dare you. Maybe 30 years.

DANIELS: Well anyway folks, Adonis has made the biggest impact out of this match and will climb that ladder of success.

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Justin Marsham v. A Home Town Hero

Jarred Daniels: “I’m really looking forward to this next match. We found out last week that Justin Marsham has signed on with CZW, but I’ve never seen him live and in action.”

William Masters: “You’re going to get your wish in just a moment.”

Images of war, death and destruction dominate the videotron. Lights dim across the arena and moments of silence pass, building the CZW fans' anticipation. With unbelievable force, the heavy riffs of Nine Inch Nail’s song “Last” cues the entrance of one of CZW’s newest additions of the roster, Justin Marsham. He emerges from the back as his name – MARSHAM – appears on the screen.

Bright blue and white lights shift from the entrance -- illuminating Marsham's chiseled frame. Azure eyes peer out across the sea of CZW fans, allowing the fans' reactions to wash over him. Black knee-length shorts, ornamented with yellow-colored designs, shift as he proceeds towards the squared circle. He is unhindered as he slides into the ring in one, fluid motion.

William Masters: “I’ve seen Marsham perform in the past and he has learned a lot over the years. I’m actually somewhat glad that he’s here in CZW.”

Requesting a microphone from Jessica Towers, Marsham signals for his music to end. He stands in the center of the ring. Neither a wry grin nor an arrogant pose is offered to the fans. The Epitome of Technical Finesse stands in absolute confidence. It is this same confidence that stains his voice when he speaks;

Justin Marsham: “Richmond, Virginia! How the hell are ya?”

Fans cheer at the name of their city and the camera scans the crowd, picking out various signs across the coliseum.

Justin Marsham: “This city has a lot of history. It has been victimized by Mother Nature. It has been burnt to the ground by the British. It has hosted some of the most influential people in American history. You know, I don’t need to be up here giving you a history lesson. You’ve paid money to see some of wrestling’s greatest performers tonight; and, on this night, you will see just that! In addition to seeing people like Eddie Rowan, El Pablo, and Brian Kirkland – you get the pleasure to be the first to see my campaign in CZW begin.”

Fans show supportive reaction for Marsham which Daniels is quick to comment on;

Jarred Daniels: “These fans seem to like Marsham.”

William Masters: “Wait until they get to know the wily bastard.”

Justin Marsham: “Tonight, you all will see the Era of Technical Finesse begin in CZW. It seems very suitable that starts here in Richmond, Virginia. This is the city where Patrick Henry made his very famous ‘Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death’ speech. Well, I say ‘Give Me Victory or Give Me Death.’ So to commemorate this night, I have asked to face the best wrestler this city has to offer. So, let the fun begin.”

He hands off the microphone and “The Better of Two Evils” hits the speakers. Out from the curtain runs Richmond native Alex Jordan! He slaps hands with various fans and even takes a steel chair from one of the fans. Across the seat of the chair reads; AJ RULZ. Fans erupt with cheers, clearly knowing who Alex Jordan is.

Jarred Daniels: “It looks like Justin Marsham’s first match is going to be against this home town hero, Alex Jordan.”

William Masters: “That’s the toughest this city has to offer? He has got to weigh around 150 pounds!”

Jarred Daniels: “If we’ve learned anything, it’s not about weight or height. It’s training and hard-work. Alex Jordan is a great performer. He’s been on the independent circuit for about decade, wrestling in Mexico and in Japan. Listen to those fans.”

It does not take Jordan long to reach the ring. The official designated for the match is Wyatt Lewis and he is quick to take the steel chair from Marsham’s opponent. Jordan does not appear to want to let go. Before long, Marsham waves the referee off – calling out, “It’s fine.”

William Masters: “Is Marsham telling the ref that he doesn’t care if Jordan uses the chair?”

Jarred Daniels: “I think so.”

Lewis shrugs and signals for the bell and the official start of the match. Although the match has begun, Jordan holds his chair into the air with one arm and receives loud approval from the fans. Marsham does nothing except stare. He stares a hole through Jordan – not amused in the slightest.

Jarred Daniels: “Well here we go! Jordan charges with that chair!”

An attempt with the chair is null and void. Marsham is able to sidestep and dodge the swing, simply moving to the side of Jordan and land a stiff forearm shot to his right side. The chair slips from Jordan’s grip and tumbles to the outside, allowing the official to conduct the match as he wished. Both men lock up with a collar-and-elbow tie-up and vy for an advantage.

William Masters: “Marsham with a quick arm wrench, but Jordan completes the rotation and arm drags The Epitome of Technical Finesse to the canvas.”

Jarred Daniels: “I don’t think Marsham expected that. He’s back up and both engage in another collar-and-elbow tie-up.”

A pair of high knee lifts allow Marsham to back Jordan into a corner. Upon reaching the corner, Marsham brings his hand across Jordan’s exposed chest with a knife edged chop. Once. Twice. Three times a charm. Jordan’s flesh howls with each shot and the home town hero quickly reverses. He throws Marsham into the corner and then quickly sends him flying out with a monkey flip!

Jarred Daniels: “Marsham hits hard off that monkey flip, but here comes Jordan. Flying head scissors and Marsham is taken down again!”

Fans cheer loudly as Jordan soars across the ring and lands a perfect seated drop-kick into Marsham’s head. He follows with a quick pin, hooking only one leg as he presses down.

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Jarred Daniels: “Two?”

No. Marsham is able to slip free from the pin.

William Masters: “This isn’t a very good way to start an Era of Technical Finesse if you’re getting pounded by some little guy like that.”

Marsham defends as Jordan nails a series of boots into him. He fights his way back to his feet and attempts another grapple, but Jordan ducks beneath and heads to the opposite ropes. When Marsham turns, Jordan bounds up and off the ropes with a cross body! Marsham catches him in mid-air and staggers backwards a few steps. Mustering a surge of strength, Marsham hauls Jordan up onto his shoulders.

Jarred Daniels: “The tide has turned. Jordan from the fireman’s carry position and—OH! Marsham hits that gut-buster! That had to hurt!”

William Masters: “Marsham’s not done. He’s dragging Jordan back up to his feet by his hair. Oh let’em do that Lewis!”

Though the official warns Marsham of the hair pulling, it is soon released as Jordan reaches his feet. A solid boot is driven into Jordan’s midsection and Marsham locks in a pump handle. Hoisting Jordan up from the pump-handled position, Marsham drives him straight down into a planted knee – executing a pump-handled backbreaker to perfection! He follows by rolling Jordan over and applying a weak pin.

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Jarred Daniels: “Jordan kicks out! He kicks out and these fans are on their feet!”

Marsham attempts to keep Jordan grounded and latches on a rear chin lock. Interwoven fingers pull up from beneath Jordan’s chin and Marsham forces the point of his knee deep between his opponent’s shoulder blades. For random moments, Marsham releases pressure on the hold to rub his forearm across Jordan’s face. As he regains his own composure, Marsham dives forward and over Jordan – snapping Jordan’s neck with a neck-snap.

William Masters: “Nice move by Marsham and he isn’t allowing Jordan time to get up. He’s got Jordan face down and is stepping on his back. Wait..”

Jarred Daniels: “What is Marsham doing?!”

Marsham pulls back on Jordan’s arms and places a single boot on the back of his head. Marsham smirks as he steps forward and smashes Jordan’s face into the canvas with immense force!

Jarred Daniels: “What a devastating curb stomp!”

The Epitome of Technical Finesse steps away from Jordan. He does not attack him nor does he go for a pin. He simply allows Jordan time to recover. Though hurting, Jordan begins to climb to his feet. When Marsham approaches, Jordan pushes Marsham aside and hurries to his feet. Marsham throws a clothesline which Jordan promptly ducks beneath and picks up steam off the opposite ropes. He launches himself at Marsham and catches his with a head scissors!

NO! Marsham blocks and Jordan drops to his feet beside The Epitome of Technical Finesse! The hometown hero lands a sharp chop across Marsham’s chest then drops him backwards with a Russian leg sweep! Floating over, Jordan applies a pin.

Jarred Daniels: “Where does Jordan have this energy!?”

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Marsham kicks out and sends Jordan rolling out to the floor. When Marsham reaches his feet, Jordan has already returned to the ring and is armed with that steel chair he had earlier. Marsham does not back down. Jordan charges and Marsham drives a lunging boot into Jordan's chest. It causes the young man to buckle and Marsham snatches the chair out of his grip. It looks like Marsham is going to hit him with the chair, but just shakes his head.

Jarred Daniels: "He's gonna hit him with that chair!"

But, he does not. He throws the chair out of the ring and follows with another boot into Jordan's chest. NO! Jordan blocks and lands a drop-kick that levels Marsham. Bum-rushing Marsham, Jordan keeps him down with a weak Shining Wizard!

Jarred Daniels: "There's a pin!"

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Marsham kicks out before the two counter. However, as he goes to roll to his feet, Jordan is already to his feet and drops a guillotine leg drop across his throat! No pin is attempted. He follows fluidly into a standing moonsault! The air is driven from Marsham’s lungs on that shot, but again no pin is attempted. Instead, Jordan calls to the corner and the fans – believing he will go for his patented 450 splash – cheer!

William Masters: “We could see the end of an era right here!”

Jarred Daniels: “I think you’re right Masters! Marsham cannot handle the speed this little guy possess it looks like.”

From the top turnbuckle, Jordan goes for a 450 splash! He executes and—NO! Marsham brings his knees up. He was playing possum it seemed. Jordan crashes down on Marsham’s knees and rolls into the middle of the ring holding his ribs! Marsham, though out of breath it would seem, smirks and points to his head as if declaring he is more intelligent that Alex Jordan.

Jarred Daniels: “That was a good scouted move by Marsham and that has turned the tables on Jordan.”

Assisting Jordan to his feet, Marsham Irish whips his enemy into the furthest corner. Jordan strikes hard and does not even have time to react before Marsham rushes the corner. He lifts a boot and lands a Yakuza kick into Jordan’s face in the corner. Jordan drops into a seated position in the corner, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle pad. Marsham immediately takes off towards the opposite ropes and returns – striking with a running face-wash!

William Masters: “How brutal! Maybe I don’t just somewhat like Marsham. He just fed Jordan the bottom of his boot twice!”

The final shot busted Jordan open and he bleeds profusely from his right brow. But, he does not stop fighting. He staggers up from the corner and tries to battle Marsham once more. A punch is blocked and Marsham reverses with an Irish whip into the ropes. Upon his return, Marsham drops down and snags Jordan’s right leg. Rolling through, Marsham locks on a single leg crab. As The Epitome of Technical Finesse arches, he torques the knee. However, that is not the only damage being offered. At the angle and high elevation Marsham has the crab locked on, Jordan’s head is pressed against the canvas in an awkward fashion.

Jordan searches for a rope, but Marsham has great ring presence and has his opponent trapped in the center of the squared circle.

Jarred Daniels: “He calls that high elevated single leg crab The Executioner’s Song.”

William Masters: “Well it’s gonna have Jordan singing!”

It does not take long. Jordan taps. He taps and Marsham relinquishes his hold on the home town hero.

Jarred Daniels: “That was quite impressive. Jordan had some good attacks on Marsham, but he didn’t have control of the match. Marsham showed he can control that ring.”

The official quickly raises the hand of The Epitome of Technical Finesse while Towers makes it official. Marsham’s theme music hits the speakers once more and he departs the ring, leaving his opponent to be tended to by the official. He takes a detour to the ring announcer's table and takes the microphone once more.

When his music stops, Marsham -- partially out of breath -- speaks;

Justin Marsham: "My name's Justin Marsham and I approve this match."

He throws down the microphone and heads to the back as the commentator's talk.

William Masters: “There’s no question about it. Justin Marsham is here in CZW.”

Jarred Daniels: "I think Marsham was making more of a statement than what we can see. This guy is going to be interesting to watch. But, we've got a lot more show ahead -- so stay tuned!"

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Attention is drawn to the titantron as Gregory Grantham is in the corridor, seemingly pacing up and down in anticipation of his match with Shawn Waters. He appears in deep thought.

Daniels: Thats Gregory Grantham ladies and gentlemen. Just last week he and Eric Collum got a win over Fire and Ice thanks to a blatantly illegal chair shot by this man. He must know that Shawn is looking for revenge tonight.

Masters: That is rubbish Jarred and you know it is. Grantham and Collum won that match fair and square. Grantham is chomping at the bit awaiting the match tonight, he wants to show that Shawn Waters just who the main man is.

As Grantham continues to pace the corridor, in relative quiet he turns to find himself face to face with Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson, dressed in a charcoal grey suit and holding his Intercontinental Title over his shoulder. As they stand nose to nose the CZW fans cheer in anticipation as the two men stand motionless, eyes locked for a few seconds. It is the Jackal who speaks first.

Jackson: Well, well... look who we have here. Its Gregory Grantham. Its the man who is possibly the cleverest man in CZW. Where have you been man? We've really missed you here. Infact, without you around to screw me everywhere I turn I managed to get myself some gold.

The Jackal holds his title up closer to the face of Gregory Grantham.

Grantham smiles arrogantly.

Grantham: Well good for you, I hope you enjoy it. But I never screwed you Jackal, you only ever screwed yourself. Remember that!

The Jackal moves closer to Grantham, his eyes fixed on him. Grantham does not move back, instead he continues to smile arrogantly.

Jackson: Don't give me any of that intelligent crap Grantham. I never really got my chance to pay you back for pushing me off that stage did I? Good luck for your match tonight... but remember, watch your back.

The two men stare at each other for a moment longer.

Grantham: Still using those idle threats are we? I had hoped you had learnt something during my absence, but clearly you are still the stupid, arrogant punk you always were. You know with those wrestling skills you possess... if you had half the brains I have you could be dangerous. But, as you don't... I'm not going to concern myself with you right now. For tonight Shawn is my focus, but after I have beaten him, I have no problem beating you... AGAIN!

With that the Graduate walks away, leaving the Jackal looking a little angered but his mood appears to quickly change as he then nods his head and smiles.

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-=- DIVAS CoD QUALIFIER MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per person) TATUM REGAN -VS- ALISHA WYLDE

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Masters: Well just moments ago, an old rivalry came to a head, Jackal and Grantham face to face once again, I wonder if that situation will evolve tonight?!

Daniels: Maybe so. Now…The Queen of Combat division is back in CZW as we have been having CoD qualifying matches to try and determine who will participate in the Queen of Combat match at the upcoming Collateral Damage.

Masters: That’s right Daniels, and tonight is no different as we have two very talented and beautiful ladies squaring off as Tatum Regan takes on Alisha Wylde.

The bell rings as the two ladies meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Tatum goes on the immediate offensive as she tries a front kick that is caught by Alisha Wylde and then nails Alisha in the back of the head with an enziguri. Tatum then starts punching away at the downed Alisha Wylde as she picks Alisha up and hits a DDT. Tatum then picks her up again and tries for another DDT but Alisha flips her over her head and hits a back body drop.

Masters: Seems as if Tatum went to the well one too many times there Daniels.

Daniels: True enough, as Alisha is now in control and this a DDT of her own on Tatum. Tatum is then back on her feet as she is met with Hurracarana. Tatum then scrambles to get back on her feet again as she is hit with a spinning Roundhouse Kick and is knocked out. Alisha is going for the pin 1…2…no!

Masters: So close there as Alisha is now appearing to be going for some high risk. She is perched on the top rope waiting for Tatum to get up. She jumps going for a Missile Dropkick but no Tatum moves and Alisha Crash and burns.

Daniels: Yes, and now Tatum is back on the offensive as she is now up on the top rope and comes crashing down on Alisha hitting a huge splash. She goes for the cover 1…2…no Alisha manages to get the shoulder up. Both of these girls giving there all knowing what becoming the next Queen of Combat would mean.

Masters: Tatum has just hit a side Russian leg sweep as she is feeling it now. She drags Alisha over and tries for a split legged moonsault but no Alisha gets the knees up as both girls are down.

Daniels: The referee is starting the ten count as Alisha is up by the count of eight quickly followed by Tatum. Alisha blocks a punch from Tatum and hits her own. She blocks another and this Tatum with a spinning back heel kick. Alisha then bounces off the ropes and nails Tatum with a spear. Alisha is fired up as she goes for the Fade to Black but Tatum pushes her way out of it.

Masters: Now Tatum just hit springboard Elbow as Alisha is down. Tatum picks Alisha up and hits her with the Unholy Driver. She goes for the cover 1….2….3!

All the things she said starts playing over the sound system as Tatum gets up and starts celebrating in the ring.

Daniels: There is your winner ladies and gentlemen Tatum Regan having just advanced in the CoD qualifiers. What a Match!

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- (2 RP's per person) DEAN HOBKIRK -VS- "Mr. Entertainment" BRIAN BLAZE

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TOWERS: "This following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall."

"Faith" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the PA.

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Norfolk, Virginia... DEAN HOBKIRK!!"

The crowd are not very interested in Hobkirk at all. He comes out, does a generic dance but gets no reaction. He quickly runs down to the ring, and slides in.

TOWERS: "And his opponent... hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Mr. Entertainment... BRIAN BLAZE!!"

"Let Me Entertain You" by Robbie Williams begins to play, as the crowd gives a mixed reaction. Brian acknowledges them, and then walks down to the ring.

DANIELS: "Blaze is listed as a 'bad guy' but I think a lot of people respect this young man, and he seems to give the respect back, for the most part. This is a showcase match, pitting two of our younger competitors against each other. Both men are in the ring and they lock up. Blaze immediately garners a headlock, bringing him over with a takedown. Hobkirk gets out of it by scissoring Brian's head, who immediately kips up out of the hold."

MASTERS: "Quality athleticism here, as both men square off again. They lock up, and Dean takes his turn at the headlock. Brian blocks a takedown attempt, and pushes him to the ropes. Blaze with the strong shoulder, knocking Hobkirk straight on his ass."

DANIELS: "Hobkirk flips to his belly as Blaze runs to the ropes. He leaps over Dean. Dean is up, and leapfrops over Brian. On the rebound, Brian ducks a lariat. Brian comes crashing back with a flying forearm to Dean's face. The crowd is in support of Mr. Entertainment here."

MASTERS: "And they should be, this guy is incredible. He picks up Dean and gets behind him. Full nelson lock... OH!"

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DANIELS: "Blaze with a release Dragon suplex, Dean falls back straight on his neck. Blaze goes for the cover."

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MASTERS: "Hobkirk not ready to give up just yet, and Blaze is in full control. Blaze kicks him in the gut, and goes for a vertical suplex.. but he's holding him up! The stalling suplex makes the blood rush to the head, rendering the victim dizzy and disoriented. He's probably had him up there about 20 seconds now. Blaze finally drops down, slamming Hobkirk down to the mat."

DANIELS: "Blaze then locks on a figure-four leglock. Dean is hobbling in pain, but he's positioned near the ropes and grabs a hold. The ref breaks the hold up, as Blaze returns to his feet. Brian drags his thumb across his throat, signalling for the end!"

MASTERS: "Hobkirk's about to get cancelled by Mr. Entertainment! Here it comes.... BLAZE OF GLORY!"

* THWUNK! *

DANIELS: "That deadly packaged piledriver executed perfectly, and what a cocky pin by Blaze..."

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MASTERS: "I'm loving Brian Blaze, Jarred, he's confident and cocksure. He knows he's one of the best talents in the lockerroom, and it's only a matter of time before he gets the spotlight shined on him."

DANIELS: "Well he does have a shot a gold already in his immediate future, with a chance at the X title at Collateral Damage. A fatal four way match has been announced, with the champion Eddie Rowan defending against Brian Blaze, Kris Kash, and a former X champion in Krimzon Blaze!"

MASTERS: "What a match up, that one is bound to steal the show."

DANIELS: "Indeed."

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-=- X-ELLENCE LOCKER ROOM BRAWL -=- (2 RP’s per person) "The Aerial Specialist" KRIMZON BLAZE -VS- "THe Realist" KRIS KASH

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VIVA LA RAZA!!!

Daniels: What the hell?

Kris Kash comes out wearing an Eddie Guerrero Muscle shirt and E.G black band on his arm, the crowd go nuts and start chanting Eddies name as Kash enters the ring, on the back of the shirt is the message ''four years gone, but the legend lives on'', Kris rips off the shirt to the continued chants from the fans and throws it out to the audience. Headstrong starts to play as Krimzon Blaze makes his way to the ring, the crowd, for the most part, moves thier chants from Eddie to Blaze

Daniels: That was a great moment of respect

Masters: Absoloutly, even i can't say anything bad about that

Both men are now in the ring and the ref rings the bell

Daniels: and lets get underway, these guys have an array of high flying and technical skills under thier hats, and you can be sure they’ll be utilised tonight, as the first meeting sees the two in a back and forth tie up, both trying to sweep the other, Kash hits an arm drag on Blaze, Blaze straight back up and hits an arm drag on Kash, Kash comes up behind and tries for a release german suplex, but Blaze lands on his feet and comes in behind Kash and tries the same move, but Kash lands as well. They turn round and face each other, haha, Kash nods towards Blaze oh god, Blaze just smashed Kash with a dropkick while his guard was down, and the fans are cheering him on. Well we know who the favourite is tonight.

Masters: Yep

Kash is brought up by Blaze, as the two tie back up, Blaze slings Kash towards the ropes, who proceeds to run up the ropes like they were stairs and flips into an inverted body takedown, and grabs Blazes while they were falling and lands in a rollup

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Daniels: well he’s bringing Blaze back up, but Blaze drives his elbow into Kashs ribs, and, a standing headscissors takedown, i don’t care who you are, thats impressive, he’s running towards the rope, and a springboard lagdrop and the crowd on Blazes side throughout it all, you know, it has to be demoralising when the crowd cheer when your getting hurt.

Masters: To be honest i'm not sure if Kash cares that much

Kash rolls outside to a standing position...

Daniels: Kash getting his wind back... BUT LOOK AT BLAZE, HE’S GOING FOR A SUCIDE DIVE, and, , , GOD ALMIGHTY, KASH TURNS IT INTO A POWERSLAM ON THE CONCRETE!!!

Masters: and its still met with so much apathy from the crowd

Daniels: what does he have to do people, that was an amazing display of quick thinking and skill, and that move took alot out of both Kash and Blaze, both men still down, Kash gets up first, and while Blaze is just getting to a verticle base Kash and runs across the guard rail and hits the turning Blaze with a flying cross body

Masters: And to think i thought Blaze had it in the bag a few minutes ago

Daniels: Yes, it’s amazing what a difference a few moves can make, he rolls Blaze in the ring, goes for the cover...

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Masters: Kash is in shock

Daniels: And Blaze starts throwing lefts and rights, dazing Kash before leading him to the turnbuckle and BANG goes Kashs head on the top pad, again and again, Kash is in a different world right now, he turns straight into a tornado DDT from Blaze, who goes for a cover

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The two now back on thier feet again, facing off Kash doesn't waste any time as he runs and lands a low dropkick, taking down Blaze, he turns and locks in a single leg crab, reeling back applying alot of pressure

Masters: Now that's smart, going for someone like Blazes legs, for both these men, if they cant jump, most of thier offense is gone

The ref asks Blaze if he wants to give it up, he shakes his head as the crowd start to chant his name, whether it was the chanting or not, Blaze starts to fight back, trying and eventually turning Kash over, successfully breaking the hold, he gets to a verticle base, hobbling a little, and leans on the closest rope, trying to shake off the pain in his right leg, which has been the focus of Kashs attack, Kash however jumps straight back to his feet and runs right at Blaze, who sees him coming and drops, pulling down the top rope, Kash goes flying over the top and lands HARD on the outside, Blaze, who seems to have shaken off the worse effects leaps the top rope landing on the apron facing the inside, he jumps on the second rope

Daniels: CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! Blaze is straight back up as everyone chants his name

Blaze picks up Kash and rolls him into the ring, he himself climbing to the turnbuckle

Daniels: Well we know he has a variety of options from this position, very practiced in the lucha libre style

Blaze takes a second to bask in the continued adulation of the fans and doesn't notice Kash getting to his feet, he runs up the turnbuckle so both men are sharing the small space, he grabs Blaze and...

Daniels: SPINEBUSTER FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, WOW

Masters: Thats a new one on me... ouch, now what?

Daniels: THE MONEY CLIP! and that will bring back all that damage from earlier, with a fresh dose of new pain to boot, will he tap?...

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-=- DIVAS TAG MATCH -=- (2 RP's per team) REVA & LOPEZ -VS- KIMARA & ALANSO FYNE

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Daniels: Well, for the folks at home, I have been told down my ear piece to tell you that the divas tag match has been cancelled.

Masters: Cancelled? What an outrage!

Daniels: Yeah I bet you were looking forward to those sexy, oiled, tanned, slim, legs of…ALANSO FYNE!

Masters: (COUGH) You just brought my damn dinner back up you ignorant rat!

Daniels: Anyway, back to the topic, I have been told that earlier on, none other than Ruthless Aggression was back folks and backstage in the locker rooms, she had some strong words for her divas, lets take a look.

They turn to backstage area and you could see that Tatum is still bit high off her match along with her were Debra Lopez and Reva. Debra had on Silky Red Tank top with black booty shorts and a pair of knee high black boots with her hair up in a ponytail. Reva had on a short black jacket and a pair of wrestling shorts with a shirt that have a cartoon of her on the front of it doing “Rock band” like symbol. Tatum had on pair of her blue pants with shirt that had both of her stables names on it. They walked inside of the office of Ruthless Aggression and she was sitting at her desk with a pen in her hand she didn’t look too happy it seems.

Debra: You want to see us Ruthless.

Ruthless got up from her chair and she had regular clothes it seems as she looked over the young woman.

Ruthless: You see I thought when I start to help out backstage and help out the Women Division that maybe some of the Queens that were on the roster would want to try to bring it back. It seems none of the girls around here want to do that but your three. Leah made a choice not to show up and I have no clue. She didn’t show up this week for her match. Along with Nasty little side kid so your girls match is threw out tonight. As of right now the Cage of Doom match and the board have decide with me. That it will not happen. The Cage of Doom match for the Women Title will be gone off the card. I know Debra and Tatum you are disappoint with that but don’t worry I have something else planned for your three. I am going to make sure your three will be on the ppv someway and somehow.

That when Hellena walk into the office and she standing there laughing her head off. The three women start to glare at her.

Hellena: I told you Ruthless when your hands get the hold of things. It just fall flat.

She walked inside of the office and sat down in Ruthless chair as all four women is looking over at her. She starts to grins with a bit of a smile as she starts to giggles playing in her hair.

Ruthless: The Women Division isn’t done you bitch. It just right now the company will not have a Women Champion but I still believe these women will have some type of titles around here. I have something up my sleeve but don’t worry next week on the card it will be a match. I still have a bit of power when it come to the Queens roster.

Hellena smirks a bit.

Hellena: Oh yea you putting me in the match you so called say you didn’t want us Women Wrestlers to be doing here at the company. An Evening Grown match.

The others were wondering where this was going as Ruthless just have this smile on her face.

Hellena: So come on tell me who I will be facing… oh I know I must be facing Debra… or maybe Tatum over there or how about your little pet Reva over there.

She starts to laugh as Reva starts to reach over the desk towards her as the girls held her back.

Ruthless: Yes it will involved them but not the way you thinking.

They look over at her a bit confused as Hellena just laughing.

Ruthless: You see next week on the card it will be Hellena in a evening grown hardcore match against Reva and Debra as Tatum as the guest referee. Now suck on that bitch.

Hellena smile just dropped as the girls busted into laughing liking that idea. Ruthless notice that Hellena starts to jump up and growls.

Ruthless: You can’t get out of this match and you know why. If you don’t show up for this match you will be fire and off the roster and be only good for one thing. Sucking Matt Covey dick bitch.

Hellena screams as she walked out of the office as the girls couldn’t help but to laugh as they stood. Ruthless then have a bit of a smirks on her face.

Ruthless: Now girls let get to business here. Close the door and I will tell you what I have in mind for your girls.

Reva closed the doors as and lock it as the camera turn back to ringside.

Daniels: Wow, she is a feisty number isn’t she.

Masters: And clever too, next week we will see two diva matches, and if they don’t show up Jarred, I dare say Ruthann will have something to say about it!

Daniels: Lets hope she can store some dignity and pride in the divas division the way it was when she was the QoC Champion. Anyway, next folks we have four men who literally hate each other, now we put in Gold for them to fight over, lets see what happens.

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-=- IC NUMBER ONE CONT. BATTLE ROYAL (pinfall) -=- (2 RP’s per person) MIKE MONROE -VS- ROB WRIGHT -VS- MORTIUS -VS- JA SAWYER

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DANIELS: These four guys have a huge problem with each other William. Who can forget that sickening attack on Monroe last week at the hands of Wright, however that caused controversy between the team of Mortius and Rob, situations between them exploding, and Sawyer and Mortius ever since their battle a few weeks back, they have been obsessed with ending the war somehow.

MASTERS: Wow, your giving me a headache Jarred with all those calculations, but you are right, these four guys not only want to beat the hell out of each other, they want something that most guys want here in CZW, GOLD…and no I’m not talking about Ricky Gold, I mean that Intercontinental Title that the Jackal holds proudly.

DANIELS: You mean the title he apparently stole from Maynard, huh…William?

MASTERS: Where did you get a ridiculous idea like that from?

DANIELS: What’s up William, scared the Jackal may be watching this broadcast?

MASTERS: Oh just shut you big trap Jarred, is that what you do all day long, sit at home and…and…try and figure out a way to create more rumors…just…just so you and all your little friends can circle around and…and…bitch…

DANIELS: William, your face is bright purple, I think I have caught you out, now if you don’t mind, I have a match to call…

MASTERS: Damn you Jarred, Jackal if your listening, don’t take any notice of him, he is just happy he gets to see four men in the same ring together!

DANIELS: Well I am happy William, but not the way your deprived mind may think, I am happy we get to see these talented stars battle for a chance to fight for the Jackal’s Title at Collateral Damage, and it seems we don’t have to wait long folks, here it is!

MASTERS: I hate you Jarred!

*DING DING*

- The situation between these men can be felt as all four men, all with piercing stares at each other. All four now vying for a position to face Jackal for the IC Title. Rob fires across the ring as he hits Monroe with a forearm to the face. Meanwhile Mortius and Sawyer have locked up, struggling to get the upper hand, both finally collapsing over the ropes as they go to the outside, brawling with intensity. Rob picks up Mike and charges him into the corner, now following up with numerous shoulder barges to the gut of Monroe. Rob Wright then does a back flip, as he accelerates, hitting one more shoulder barge before Mike collapses to the ground, still hurt after the previous week’s attack by Rob Wright. Mike tries to get up, Rob however kicks the legs out from Mike, then hit’s a somersault, landing on the same ribs as he hurt previously.

DANIELS: Rob is clearly working on the same injured ribs as he injured last week in that brutal assault on Monroe

MASTERS: He did what he had to do, he took out his competition, Mike would have done the same thing.

DANIELS: I doubt that very much William, Mike would of respected his opponent and fought him man to man inside that ring.

MASTERS: OH HELL…MORTIUS AND SAWYER COMING OUR WAY!

- Meanwhile on the outside, Mortius is dragging Sawyer over to the commentary desks, as he tries to crash JA’s head into the table, but he blocks, then elbows Mortius in the ribs, JA with a few rights and lefts before hitting a Spinebuster straight into the apron.

DANIELS: The spine of Mortius rattling off the ringside there!

MASTERS: I’m just glad those two crazed behemoths took the action away from here, I can’t allow them to spoil my hair, I have it just right this morning.

DANIELS: Oh heaven forbid!

- Rob Wright suddenly hit’s a baseball slide as he connects with the back of Mortius, knocking both Mortius and Sawyer straight over the commentary desks and on top of William Masters.

DANIELS: AHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAAAAA! William didn’t want his hair spoiled ladies and gentlemen, I think Mortius and Sawyer just spoiled every part of Masters.

MASTERS; OH…OH…OH LORD! How dare you two! Who the hell do you think you are?!

JA Sawyer stands up to see the abuse that William is shouting from his mouth. Sawyer smiles, then suddenly grabs William Masters and places him over his knee, spanking him for all the World to see as the fans are killing themselves in laughter.

DANIELS: Well folks, that should teach William a lesson!

Mortius suddenly runs in and nails JA with a huge boot to the side of the face, William now able to climb back up and back into his seat, JA absolutely knocked out after that connection.

MASTERS: DAMMIT…DAMMIT…I DON’T GET PAID ENOUGH TO GET SPANKED BY AN OVERWEIGHT JELLYBEAN!

DANIELS: Oh come off it William, I bet you loved getting spanked by Sawyer didn’t you? I bet it reminded you of your childhood!

MASTERS: SCREW YOU JARRED! GET HIM MORTIUS! KILL HIM!

Mortius now lifts up Sawyer, clearly still heavily dazed from the previous move. Mortius lifts him up high, an air of silence runs through the crowd…

DANIELS: SIDEWALK SLAM ONTO THE CONCRETE!

MASTERS: That’s the least that JA deserves after that abuse he showed me.

Mortius leaves him there to lie motionless. Now he climbs back into the ring as he finds Rob and Mike going at it in the corner. Mike seems to be getting the advantage, Rob now on his knees. However as Mike goes to run off towards the ropes, he crashes straight into Mortius, now getting lifted up high…

DANIELS: WHAT IS THIS MONSTER THINKING?!

Mortius crashes Mike Monroe down with a Military slam into a rib breaker, Mike now spluttering, holding his weakened ribs tightly. Mortius carries on his conquest as he stares at Rob. Wright gets up and tries to fight hi toe to toe, lefts and rights doing absolutely nothing to Mortius as he grabs Rob’s right fist, then twist his arm around as the fans hiss…MORTIUS LIFTS HIM UP HIGH…FULL NELSON SLAM!

DANIELS: It looks like Mortius has just ploughed through his whole competition William!

MASTERS: Yeah not before he ploughed through me, damn psychopath!

DANIELS: Oh get over it. Anyway, it seems as though Mortius is going for a cover here, and this could be it folks!

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Rob gets a shoulder up, Mortius picking him straight back up as he whips him to the ropes, Rob comes back, ducks a clothesline, then hit’s a jaw dropping martial arts kick on Mortius.

DANIELS: That kick came out of no where William, and I think even the back row heard the chatter of Mortius teeth.

MASTERS: He’s still no down though is he

DANIELS: WAIT…Now he is!

Rob quickly then following up his kick with a spear, tackling Mortius to the ground, now hitting him with right hands. Rob climbs back up, he seems to be on fire, waiting for Mortius to get back up, however from behind out of no where, Mike Monroe is back up as he rolls up Wright…

MASTERS: Damn Mike resembling a mouse there…

DANIELS: A mouse?!

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DANIELS: Well he maybe a mouse…apparently…but he can’t keep down Rob Wright.

MASTERS: Of course not, Rob Wright is like a cat, he keeps on clawing away.

DANIELS: My god…have you gave all these competitors animal like nicknames?

MASTERS: Yeah Mortius is a bear…Sawyer…well, he is just a freakin hippopotamus!

JA Sawyer is almost straight up on the outside as he walks over to William Masters and winks at him, signaling he may slap him any moment.

DANIELS: Oh and look inside the ring, Mike is now flooding Rob with rights and lefts, I think he may have the big advantage over him at the moment.

MASTERS: How can I watch that Jarred, I have a wooly mammoth after me out here!

DANIELS: Wooly Mammoth? A few seconds ago he was a hippopotamus. What is this? Has Evolution got diarrhea?!

Inside the ring, Mike has just locked Rob into an Octopus like stretch, the fans cheering him on as he pulls and pulls, Rob almost about to tap. Mortius is lying in the corner, still rubbing his jaw after the sting off the kick by Rob Wright. JA Sawyer is now sitting next to William Masters.

MASTERS: Can you please leave me alone? Your odor is highly undesirable.

DANIELS: I think you have a new friend William.

MASTERS: I have enough friends, I don’t want one half of Laurel and Hardy sitting next to me, OH HELL…He is now stroking my hair!

DANIELS: Haha, well folks, we never know what will happen in CZW, and inside the ring, it looks as though Rob Wright may have messed with the wrong Beautiful Agony member.

MASTERS: I hate my life.

Rob is on the edge of tapping out as Mortius now gets up, deciding to make an attack, now walking up as Mike looks up, releasing the hold, now staring up at Mortius. He suddenly grabs Mike with both hands, wrapping them around his neck, now lifting him up as he begins to choke Monroe.

MASTERS: Finally he has left, wait what is he doing?!

JA Sawyer suddenly springs into the ring as he runs up behind Mortius, then…

DANIELS: I THINK JA SAWYER JUST TRIED TO DE-PANTS MORTIUS!!!

MASTERS: What an imbecile, luckily Mortius is wearing an extra tight belt.

Mortius drops Mike Monroe as he turns around to see JA Sawyer backing away, looking embarrassed, holding his arms up in the air like he hadn’t done a thing. Suddenly Mortius hits Sawyer with a huge throat thrust knocking him back against the ropes, Mortius then flies at Sawyer, as both men collapse over the ropes.

DANIELS: Well that was a surreal moment, one second Sawyer is tampering my colleague Masters here, then he bounces up into the ring and tries to pull down the pants of Mortius of all people, well lets just say that didn’t go so well, this feud could last a while longer than we though William.

MASTERS: I’m just glad that baboon has left my side.

DANIELS: Okay, that is ridiculous, he can’t possibly be three creatures all in one!

Rob Wright and Mike Monroe are now left together inside the ring as Mike gets back up, holding his throat, coughing, Rob comes from behind and kicks him swiftly in the ribcage, then spins him around…

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MASTERS: WATCH OUT!

Mike hit’s a reverse hurricarana, which lands Rob Wright in the corner after hitting the back of his head on the turn post. Mike now climbs up to the second rope, beating Rob down with right fists, the fans cheering along as he does it.

DANIELS: A little payback here for Mike Monroe.

MASTERS: Wait, Rob isn’t out of it yet!

Rob Wright suddenly grabs the fist of Mike, then hit’s a right of his own, now Mike is stuck on the shoulder of Rob who climbs to the first rope himself, now both on the turnbuckle…

DANIELS: POWERBOMB OFF THE FIRST ROPE!!!

MASTERS: Yeah and Rob is climbing back up the turnbuckle, I think he has even more in mind for Monroe.

DANIELS: I think I Know what this may be, he calls it…

NO MORE FUN & GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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DANIELS: And that’s a pinfall folks, Mike just couldn’t overcome the odds, still clearly injured from last week’s brutal assault, Rob was too much for him tonight.

MASTERS: Don’t defend him Jarred, he was not injured, he had a week to recover, Rob Wright proved that he is clearly Intercontinental quality Jarred.

DANIELS: Well maybe he is William, however he has to get through two more men before he can be classed as the number one contender.

TOWERS: First Elimination: Mike Monroe

Rob Wright is buzzing after the elimination of Mike Monroe, the fans booing as Mike has to hobble out up the ramp. Rob looks on the two outside, seeing Sawyer and Mortius beating the hell out of each other near the guardrail.

DANIELS: What is he thinking William?!

MASTERS: He is looking at these two creatures go at it, maybe he is trying to distinguish just what creature they both are.

DANIELS: Well I hope he is a better zoologist than you are.

Rob begins to run towards the ropes as Sawyer and Mortius stop still, the fans going silent…

DANIELS: OH MY! THEY COULD BE DEAD!

MASTERS: CANNONBALL FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…

All three men are laid out, Mortius getting the worst of the attack as his head smacked straight into the guardrail. Rob flips up to his feet as the fans actually begin to cheer for that particular attack. Rob tells them to shut up, then climbs back into the ring as he signals for the IC Title around his waist, Sawyer and Mortius left hurt on the outside.

DANIELS: If we look at that attack again folks, yes here it is, and you can clearly see that Mortius awkwardly lands on the guardrail, the side of his skull crashing hard.

MASTERS: And JA is back up, this doesn’t look good for Mortius.

JA walks over and picks up Mortius, though he is hardly conscious. JA then presses him up and drops him face first on the top of the guardrail, the fans going nuts for the Working Man. JA then begins to pound away at the head of Mortius, large red bruises showing up as he tries to push Sawyer off, but JA is like a man possessed as he lifts him up again, then drops him hard on the concrete with a DDT!

DANIELS: What more can Mortius take? His head must be mashed up more than Ed Covey’s by now.

MASTERS: Oh please don’t remind us all of that monkey.

As Sawyer stands up, Mortius is clearly not even moving now as he lies down face first on the concrete on the outside. Rob tells Sawyer to get into the ring, which he quickly accepts the offer, both Sawyer and Wright now locking up. Rob gets a quick knee to the gut as Sawyer double over. Rob now runs towards the ropes as he bounces off and returns towards Sawyer at pace, face buster. Rob now sits over Sawyer as he begins to throw lefts and rights into his head, JA with a solid guard though. He quickly reverses as he now sits over Rob, situations reversed, Sawyer hits Rob with a huge double axe handle. He gets to his feet letting Rob stand too as both men once again lock up, this time Sawyer throwing Rob down to the ground with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Rob bounces off the canvas hard, but manages to get to his knees quickly. Sawyer walks up and grabs Rob.

DANIELS: A great battle going on between these two men, Mortius still unconscious on the outside.

MASTERS: And what has Sawyer got on Wright here, looks like some claw!

DANIELS: I believe that is a Tongan death grip William, very effective to weaken and suck all the life out of the opponent.

Sawyer keeping the grip on, Rob wincing in pain. He manages to fight his way up to his feet, but still can’t manage to muscle out of the hold. Rob suddenly though gets a high kick up, managing to stretch his leg up and kick Sawyer right in the face.

DANIELS: My god, the educated feet of Wright proving so dangerous.

Sawyer tries to get the hold back on, but Rob hit’s an axe kick, then spins around hitting a spin kick, completing the combination as Sawyer falls to the ground, but pops straight back up again. Rob runs off to the ropes, bounces off as Sawyer stands waiting…

DANIELS: Rob gets caught…SIDEWALK SLAM!

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MASTERS: Thank goodness for that, my favorite is still alive.

DANIELS: Sawyer though in complete control now.

Sawyer picks Rob up and throws him shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle, Rob steps backwards as Sawyer yet again grabs the shoulder of Wright, grabbing him with that Tongan grip again. The fans cheer as they witness Rob Wright being powered down in the middle of the ring. Wright tries to fight to get to his feet, but Sawyer steps on the back of his knee, knocking him back down. Sawyer then lets go but grabs him yet again…

DANIELS: He has Wright all locked up in this contest, now hitting furious standing head butts to Wright.

MASTERS: I hope he doesn’t spoil the good lucks of Wright, those head butts are sickening.

Sawyer now lets go as Rob begins to drift around the ring, not knowing exactly where he is. Sawyer raises one arm as the fans sense the end closing in. Sawyer now picks up Rob and plants him down with a powerslam. Sawyer then proceeds as he climbs up the turnbuckle.

DANIELS: The big man going high here.

MASTERS: He can’t do this. He will cause a catastrophic Earth tremor!

DANIELS: HE FLIES! SAWYER CONNECTING WITH HIS WRECKING BALL!

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MASTERS: Damn him, I had my money on The Real Deal, now who can I put it on.

DANIELS: Well Sawyer may have took down Wright, but Mortius is back up on the outside folks, and he does not look happy.

MASTERS: GET HIM!

TOWERS: Second Elimination : Rob Wright

Mortius is now up as he stares into the ring, deep into the eyes of Sawyer. Mortius climbs up onto the apron and tries to climb over the ropes, however JA is quickly there as he prevents him, hitting head butts to the taller man. Mortius shakes him off, climbs over then knocks him down with a devastating right hand.

MASTERS: Down he goes, I love this!

Sawyer gets back up but Mortius is there as he Irish whips him, following him all the way though as he drives a knee right into the ribs of Sawyer. The fans boo as they sense that Mortius is gaining more and more momentum. Mortius pulls Sawyer off the ropes as he scoops him up, slamming him down hard. Mortius runs off towards the ropes, almost as if he was floating around the ring, he now comes up to Sawyer…He splashes down top of JA!

MASTERS: My goodness, I never thought I would say this but JA Sawyer actually just got squashed!

Mortius goes for the cover but doesn’t even get a two count. JA begins to rise as Mortius picks him up aggressively, hitting a throat thrust, then an elbow to the side of the head. JA tries to fight back with lefts and rights of his own but Mortius is just too strong. Suddenly Mortius kicks JA in the gut, then lifts him up high as the fans around the sold out arena look upset for their fan favorite. Mortius begins to then climb the turnbuckle, however he slips as Sawyer falls back to the ground, Mortius now trapped on the second rope, JA climbs up and grabs Mortius, the fans go wild…

DANIELS: One mistake William and now JA could have this match sealed…

DDT FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!

JA tries to crawl over to Mortius who lies motionless on the canvas. The fans beg for Sawyer to make that one final cover, but all the beating he has sustained now plays a huge part as he crawls and crawls, he reaches, he covers…

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MASTERS: For a moment there I really thought Sawyer had pulled this one off.

DANIELS: He still may, he seems to be climbing the turnbuckle.

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MASTERS: I knew it all along Jarred.

DANIELS: Well whatever you say, fact is, as Mortius rolls out of the ring and leaves poor JA in the middle of the ring hurt, he goes onto to face the Jackal at Collateral Damage for the IC Title!

MASTERS: Can’t wait!

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-=- HARDCORE TITLE STREET FIGHT -=- (2 RP’s per person) "The Hardcore Master" TIM TIMMONS (c) -VS- "The Reaper" BRIAN KIRKLAND

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Daniels: What a match we just witnessed, folks but it’s about time for the CZW hardcore championship match, it’s going to be the champion, Tim Timmons against the challenger, Brian Kirkland.

Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a street fight, set for one fall and it is for the CZW Hardcore Championship.

“Miseria Cantare” by AFI blasts throughout the arena as “The Reaper” Brian Kirkland makes his way out of from the back, wearing a black shirt and blue jeans, pushing a shopping cart full of various weapons. Kirkland wheels the cart up to the side of the ring then begins tossing all the weapons over the top rope and into the ring. Kirkland then slides in the ring and acknowledges the crowd.

Masters: Brian Kirkland, getting yet another shot at the hardcore championship, will he make it happen, right here tonight?

"INSIDE THE FIRE" by DISTURBED floods the arena speakers as Kirkland is staring down at the entrance ramp, waiting for Timmons to arrive.

Several seconds go by and still no sign of Timmons when all of a sudden, Tim comes sliding into the ring behind Kirkland, he picks up a chair from the mat as Kirkland turns around, Tim throws the chair at Kirkland, Kirkland catches it then Tim does a spinning kick causing the chair to collide with his face and Kirkland hits the mat, hard. Tim then grabs a trashcan and climbs the top rope, he leaps off toward Kirkland but Kirkland puts his feet up and kicks the trashcan right into Tim’s face as he came down. Kirkland is back to his feet, he grabs Tim and places him upside down in the corner. Kirkland grabs a chair and places it in front of Tim’s face.

Daniels: Tree of woe, Timmons is in no mans land right now, and I do not like where this is going.

Masters: This is not going to end well for our reigning hardcore champion.

Kirkland backs up and hauls ass toward Tim and THWACK! He nails Tim in the face with a baseball slide. Tim falls out of the tree of woe and is slumped over in the corner, holding his nose. Kirkland walks over to Tim and grabs his hair but Tim grabs a Singapore cane from the corner and nails Kirkland in the face. Tim climbs out of the ring to get more weapons, Kirkland gets back to his feet inside the ring and sees an opportunity, and he backs up and runs toward Tim on the outside and nails Tim with a suicide dive. Kirkland stands up and walks over to Tim, grabs him and Irish whips him into the security railing.

Daniels: They’re going towards the entrance ramp, this match just started and it has already gone too far.

Masters: That’s why this is a street fight, Jarred, you numbskull.

Kirkland grabs Tim and drags him up the ramp, Kirkland then nails a devastating DDT on the entrance ramp. Kirkland then goes for the pin as the referee begins the three count.

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Daniels: I don’t know how in the hell Timmons managed to kick out of that, his skull was crushed and he is now busted open.

Masters: Timmons is a bloody tough bastard, Kirkland is going to have to kill him if he wants to beat Timmons at his own game.

Daniels: Yeah, well bloody is right, these two men are going to kill each other.

Kirkland grabs Tim and Irish whips him through the curtains. Kirkland walks through the curtains to get Tim but Tim is nowhere to be found. The camera crew follows Kirkland through the back as he searches for Tim. Kirkland approaches a door and opens it only to see Alanso Fyne, damn near naked and sitting on the lap of Ryan Lewis.

Alanso: AHHHH!!!!!!!

You can clearly here the entire arena erupting in laughter as Ryan Lewis has a very surprised look on his face.

Kirkland: Ummmm….my bad

Kirkland shuts the door when out of no where, Timmons nails Kirkland in the face with a stop sign. Tim grabs Kirkland and walks him further down the hall and they walk into a room, it’s the lounging area. Tim throws Kirkland into a table which is holding a bunch of food. Tim walks over to Kirkland but Kirkland grabs a box of pizza and nails Tim in the face with it.

Daniels: Well I guess that’s what Timmons gets for beating up that pizza guy.

Masters: Indeed, Kirkland just delivered that pizza to Timmons’ face but I don’t think Kirkland will be getting a tip.

Kirkland then grabs a kielbasa from the table and begins battering Tim in the face with it.

Masters: OH MY GOD! Kirkland is slapping Tim In the face with his sausage.

Daniels: WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Masters: OH you sick bastard, get your bloody mind out of the gutter.

Kirkland picks Tim up and sets him on top of the table, Kirkland then also climbs up on the table and the two men are now exchanging blows while standing on the table. Timmons gains the advantage as he picks up Kirkland on his shoulders…

THWACK!!!!!

Timmons hits the Canadian Destroyer on Kirkland as they both go through the table. But Kirkland receiving the worst of it, Tim goes for the cover and the referee begins the count.

Daniels: THAT’S IT!.......THAT’S IT! It’s got to be over now.

Masters: We’ll see about that, don’t count out Kirkland just yet.

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Daniels: Both these men want that hardcore championship so badly that they are risking life and limb.

Masters: Now Timmons doesn’t know what to do, he just hit Kirkland with his finishing move and through a bloody table, yet Kirkland manages to kick out.

Timmons gets back to his feet, he picks up Kirkland and Irish whips him into the door, Timmons goes flying into the hallway. Kirkland follows and grabs Tim by his hair, Kirkland walks Tim through another door, and it leads right into the crowd. Timmons and Kirkland are fighting each other through the cheering crowd. The two men are now in the middle section of the arena, Kirkland then whips Tim into the hotdog stand and then proceeds to throw the hotdogs at Timmons, who is leaning up against the hotdog stand now.

Masters: OH MY GOD! a wiener to the face, another wiener to the face…Brian Kirkland with several wieners to Tim’s face.

Daniels: WHAT THE HELL? WILL YOU STOP DOING THAT?!?!

Masters: Listen, you sick bastard, I am simply doing my job, did you not just see Brian Kirkland tossing his wieners in Tim’s face?

Daniels: You make it sound so dirty.

Kirkland picks Tim up and walks him down the stairs, toward the ring. They get to the bottom of the stairs as Kirkland Irish whips Tim into the security railing, then runs at Tim in a closeline attempt but Tim ducks and catapults Kirkland onto the floor at ringside. Tim climbs on top of the security railing and falls down on top of Kirkland with en elbow drop and Tim goes for the cover.

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Daniels: I don’t know what it’s going to take but one of these two men is going to have to die inorder for the other man to win this. They have gone from hell and back and yet both men still manage to answer the three count.

Masters: Perhaps you should go over there and tell them your life story, that will certainly put one of them in a coma.

Daniels: Would you shut up, please?

Timmons gets up and drags Kirkland over to the Spanish announce table and begins beating Kirkland’s head onto the table. Kirkland blocks the last attempt and begins bashing Timmons’ head against the table. Kirkland lets Timmons go as he falls to the ground, Kirkland grabs a ladder from underneath the ring and sets it up right up beside the Spanish announce table. Kirkland walks over to Timmons but as soon as Kirkland goes to grab Timmons by his hair, Timmons kicks Kirkland in the nutsack and Kirkland drops to his knees, clutching his balls with his mouth wide open and his eyes crossed.

Masters: OH BLOODY HELL! Timmons just put Kirkland’s “little reaper” out of commission. He may be straight edge but he’s probably going to need some drugs to deal that horrific pain.

Daniels: MY GOD, Masters, you have a sick obsession with the male genitalia.

Masters: Yeah, so does your mother.

Daniels: Oh get off my mother, would you?

Masters: Actually, Jarred, it was her who was on top of me.

Timmons grabs a chair and places it underneath Kirkland head, he then grabs a second chair…

TWACK!!!!

Timmons nails Kirkland with a massive con-chair-to. Timmons then scales the ladder, he’s almost at the top when Kirkland, some how manages to get back to his feet and climb the ladder, also. Both men begin exchanging punches to the face on top of the ladder. Kirkland gains the advantage, he climbs higher on the ladder then puts Timmons’ head between his legs and he jumps off of the ladder with Timmons’ in position.

INTERVENTION!!!!!!!

BOTH MEN GO CRASHING THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!!

Daniels: AH MI DIOS!!!!! AH MI DIOS!!!!!!

Masters: I think what Senor Jarred is trying to say is that Kirkland just hit the intervention on Timmons right through that table.

Kirkland, although beaten and broken, throws his arm on top of Timmons as the referee goes for the three count.

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Jessica Towers: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…….AND THE NEW! CZW HARDCORE CHAMPION…..THE REAPER…….BRIAN KIRKLAND!!!!!!

The fans go nuts as Kirkland stumbles back to his feet, takes his newly won hardcore championship belt and proudly raises it up in the air.

Daniels: He has done it, Brian Kirkland finally has gold around his waist. Folks don’t go anywhere, we have a lot more action still to come.

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-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per person) "The Human Highlight Reel" ERIC COLLUM -VS- JERAN "Ra" HUDSON

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Undead starts to play and the crowd boo as 'The Future' Jeran Hudson makes his way to the ring,

Daniels: Well here comes Jeran, and the fans couldn't be less pleased. Hudson, as we know, hasn't been seen in a few weeks, and by the sound of this reaction... he wasn't missed. Now we're just waiting on the Television Champion Eric Collum, who has a challange ahead of him tonight, with Jeran having a huge size and weight advantage over the champ.

Masters: Yeah, wonder how he's going to overecome that, i've always liked Collum, but i think i'm going to have to predict that Hudson is going to come out with a huge win over Collum

Fly from the inside plays and Jeran looks up the ramp, waiting for his opponent to arrive, the crowd start a preemptive boo, but...

Daniels: Where is Eric Collum? You'd think by now he'd be through the curtain! Well, while we're waiting, we know that this week Collum said that System of Supremacy are on his and Granthams hitlist as they make thier way to the top, and you have to think, after thier win against fire and ice last week, that Collum is going to use tonight to make Hudson an example

Masters: An example? System of Supremacy have had thier setbacks of late, but with stars like Mayonard O'Toole, and the young and impressive Jeran Hudson, they will not be used as any kind of ''example''

Daniels: Well Collum hasn't showed yet... WAIT! he's just jumped over the barricade behind Jeran, Collum slides in and spins Hudson around...

Masters: Eric takes advantage of Jerans shock by hitting a dropkick that sends Hudson over the ropes....

The referee rings for the bell as Eric runs to the opposite ropes and comes back with a suicide dive over the top straight onto Hudson, sending him back to the ground after just getting back up, Collum straight back to his feet and goes to the apron...

Daniels: Wow, a springboard elbow from the apron to Hudson, this is not going well for Jeran, If Collum keeps it at this pace Jeran hasn't got a chance, he's going to have to slow this man down, but Cullum raises straight up, bounces with both feet on Hudsons sternum as he jumps over, straight into a standing moonsault.

Masters: And you have to believe, if this had been in the ring, it would be over, but... it's not, and Jeran still has a chance to get in this

Collum lifts the hurting Jeran and rolls him into the ring before climbing the turnbuckle, with focus, looking down at Hudson he jumps for the ariel revolution...

Daniels: Hudson got his knees up! Collum just landed heavily on Hudsons knees, both men are now down, and you have to think, this is just the oppertunity that Hudson was needing...

Indeed, after around thirty seconds both men slowly start getting to thier feet, both men holding thier ribs. They go into a shoulder arm tie up, but Jeran breaks it and starts raining blows to Erics face, over and over, finally a big roundhouse sends Collum to the ground as Hudson mounts him to continue the assualt with slow, methodical and powerful rights and lefts, Eric is trying his best to block the blows, but can't hold back them all. Eventually Hudson raises and drops a heavy leg across the already bruised face and goes for the cover...

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Masters: Told you, all Hudson needed was a chance, looks like Collum is the one being made an example of

Jeran stops hitting and wipes the blood from his fist on the turnbuckle cover after Eric slowly falls forward

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Eric lifts himself up, brings his boot back and volleys Hudsons cheekbone

Masters: Nothing fancy about that...

Eric gets down and starts screaming into Hudsons face, the blood dripping from Collums eye into Jerans face, he can audibly be heard to say 'MY EYE, YOU SON OF A BITCH', he then rolls to the outside and wipes the mass of blood pouring down from his eyebrow as he lifts the apron and pulls out a ten foot ladder from underneath.

Daniels: What's he going to do with that?

Collum slides back in and sets the ladder into the corner, he picks up Jeran and sets him up for a whip to the ladders

Masters: But this is where Hudsons weight advantage comes into play as he stops Collums whip attempt and brings him back for a hard clothesline

Daniels: Thyis match has all been high impact, what a spectacle, i wonder how they can keep this kind of pace without it being over REAL soon

Jeran then picks Collum back up and lifts him with a two handed choke, he walks over to the ladder, but recieves a quick gut kick from the elevated Collum, Jaran drops Eric, who runs to the ropes, and bounces off in a lionsault but turns it into an inverted headscissors, flipping Jeran, but in the opposite direction of the ladder, which takes nothing away from the impact of the landing... Collum, his face now a mask of blood, though the flow seems to be abating slightly, runs to the outside and flings back the apron taking out yet ANOTHER ladder, goes inside and sets it up in the middle of the ring, he starts to climb, but Hudson rolls to the outside, forcing Collum to come back down, he goes to the apron just by Jeran, runs and jumps for a hurricanrana...

Daniels: Oh my god! Jeran just caught Colllum in mid move and turned it into a falling powerbomb, Collums down, the Television Champ is in trouble

Masters: Bet he's glad his title's not on the line tonight, he went down like a floppy tuna

Daniels: What???

Masters: He wen... oh nevermnd

Jeran makes his way back to his feet and lifts the downed Collum back up, and sends him into the steel steps with a powerful irish whip, the steps catch Erics legs and he flips over, Jeran grabbing the stairs as he makes his way to his fallen foe, lifting them high overhead he brings them crashing down on the chest of Collum, he then picks them back up and throws them easily away, Jeran then moves to the timekeepers table, throwing the timekeeper to the floor he grabs the now empty chair, folding it shut with a snap and waits patiently for Collum to get back up...

Masters: He's in for a wait

Daniels: I wouldn't count the champ out just yet, LOOK, HE'S GETTING UP, what guts, there's no doubt, nasty or nice, this crowd has bought into this match as they raise to thier feet with the champ, waiting for the impending impact...

Masters: And there itis, Collum turned straight into Hudson who swung that chair with everything he had, Collums cut has widened back up, he's bleeding everywhere

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Hudson gets back up recieves a kick to his right knee from Collum while he is still down, another kick sends Hudson reeling, and he steps back into a last knee kick that sends him to the ground

Eric Collum raises to his feet, though he is shaky, knowing he has to keep up the offensive he picks up the top half of Hudson, grabbing his opponents arms and applying a butterfly stretch

Masters: He can't expect Hudson to give up?

Daniels: I don't think so, but he knows its not giving Hudson a chance to recover while he himself is getting an oppertunity to get some enrgy back, the ref is asking Hudson if he wants to quit, a quick shake of the head fron Jeran as he starts to fight back against the hold

Daniels: But Collum is smart enough to release the hold and not try to get into a test of strength with the big Hudson, Hudsons hair is now crimson after the blood dripped down from Collums face, to be honest, i know he has something to prove, but maybe Eric should give this one up and get some medical help, this amount of bloodloss cant be good

The two men are back on thier feet, and indeed so are the crowd, who, even though they are not a fan of either man cannot help but be impressed by the match they are witnessing, Eric comes in with a gutkick and sets up for a twist of fate, but gets pushed off into the ropes by Hudson, Eric slides underneath, wlking around and grabbing the chair, his own blood crusted on it, waiting for Jeran to come out, who does, but a little away, just where the stairs that he threw earlier are lying, he picks them up and throws them full tilt at Collum, who dodges them, but Jeran had taken advantage of Erics distraction to get closer, he grabs the chair and lands a clean shot to Collums back, who goes down, Hudson lifts him and moves him onto the announcers table, monitors etc still intact, he follows him up and lifts him...

Daniels: Guys, we have to do our job... come on

Masters: Hey, i don't mind a bit of discomfort, fire away Hudson

Jeran lifts Collum into a powerslam posotion...

Daniels: He wriggles free, Collum wriggles free, Jeran turns in surprise... and Collum wastes no time, gutkick into a twist of fate, but the table doesn't break, Hudsons down as Collum SPRINGS off the table, he must be running on pure adrenalin, he picks up that chair...

Eric slides into the ring and sits the chair down, he moves the ladder from the middle of the ring and sets it up near the ropes looking onto the announce table with Jeran still on it, he then grabs the other ladder from the corner and leans it halfway up the rungs on the set up ladder

Daniels: He picks up the chair... runs to the opposite ropes... runs up the ladder.... bounces off the set up ladder, AERIAL REVOLUTION WITH THE CHAIR, HOLY SHIT, HE JUST PUT HIMSELF AND JERAN THROUGH THE DAMN TABLE, IT'S CARNAGE IN FRONT OF US RIGHT HERE, NEITHER MAN MOVING, ERIC STILL BLEEDING, JERAN LOOKS KNOCKED OUT!

Masters: This is amazing, these fans chanting for CZW as the men remain, unmoving, in front of us, i have to say, maybe i was wrong to count Collum out earlier

Daniels: You think? Though how this will end when both men are down like this i don't know

Masters: Wait.... there's Maynard O 'Toole

Daniels: What the hell is he doing out here, these fans are booing the arens down

O 'Toole grabs Eric and rolls his lifeless body into the ring, he then turns back to Jeran, and with no less sympathy grabs him up and slaps him in the face, Hudson comes around slightly, but not much, Mayo screams something at him and rolls him in close to the unconscious Collum, then without a backwards glance walks back up the ramp.

Daniels: It would be terrible after this great match if Collum gets beaten by the damage he done himself

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Masters: Involuntary spasm, that’s the only answer

Jeran and Collum both start to stir, and both men, on their knees, move towards each other and start throwing punches towards each other, with all the energy they have left, slowly they both raise to one knee, each man not getting the upper hand on the other, finally both men are back on their feet

Daniels: This is incredible, I can't believe it, Collums face is a mess, Jeran has to have busted ribs from that splash through the table with the chair, and yet they are both on thier feet, neither wanting to fall to their opponent, well the slugfest is over as the men go into a slow lock up, Jeran breaks and gut checks Collum, and uses what has to be the last of his energy to roll Eric into.... wait..... he's going for The Stigmata...and

NO!, Eric Collum uses Jerans body like ringropes as he ''skins the cat'' into a rolling DDT, he bounds up, runs for the ropes, and.... A PICTURE PERFECT LIONSAULT! INTO A COVER

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Masters: I'm impressed, and it just goes to show, having the height and weight advantage is sometimes no match for pure determination, and with his tag partner Gregory Grantham due up next, we could see not only the Television champ, but his team going onto great things together

Daniels: Indeed, but a hard fought battle, and a deserved win from that man Eric Collum

Masters: Hang on, it seems as though Jeran may want to give this match his own final twist here…

Jeran tackles the leg of Eric Collum, then picks up the belt he dropped. Eric tries to get back up, but Jeran quickly smashes the belt into the face of the Champion.

Daniels: WHAT AN IMPACT! A MESSAGE HAS TRULY BEEN SENT!

Masters: This war continues, and at Collateral Damage, we will see these two fight yet again, for the Title.

Jeran leaves the belt laid on the motionless Eric Collum as Jeran walks backstage.

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Returning from commercial, we are backstage when we hear a muffled scream behind us. The camera quickly pans around to see a door. The sign on the door reads “JANITORIAL CLOSET.” The camera man opens the door to find Mortius hog tied and gagged. The camera man calls for help and CZW officials run in to untie Mortius. The time it took for the officials to untie him gave Jenny Jacobs enough time to get to Mortius.

Jenny: Mortius, Mortius, who did this?

No answer and Mortius pushes past Jenny obviously enraged.

Jenny: Well, that’s another mysterious hog tying incident for CZW. Back to you guys at ringside.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per person) "The Graduate" GREGORY GRANTHAM -VS- SHAWN WATERS

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DING DING!!!

Shawn and Grantham waste no time in locking up, and exchange armlocks, headlocks... attempting to outwrestle each other. Grantham shows his power advantage as he is able to Gorilla Press Shawn and this allows him to take the advantage for a short while. However a mis timed clothesline allows Shawn to duck and then hit a hard enziguri... which allows him to take advantage. He is quick to put Grantham in the Waterboard, but it is too early and Grantham quickly gets to the ropes. Shawn releases but continues to stomp away at Grantham's lower back. Just then, the Jackal appears on the stage, still attired in his charcoal grey suit... holding a steel chair.

Daniels: Wait a minute... its the Jackal, why is he out here?

Masters: This is worrying, he has a chair in his hands and we heard what he said earlier to Grantham.

As Shawn continues to take over on Grantham, hitting a series of elbow drops, the Jackal makes his way to ringside. He is shouting some abuse at Grantham, but it is hard to hear. Shawn meanwhile is on the top rope and jumps off with a moonsault!!!

But Grantham rolls out the way and Shawn hits the canvas. Grantham struggles back to his feet and looks over at the Jackal. He gestures for the Jackal to leave but he does not listen, instead heading into the ring. The referee attempts to stop him, but the Jackal...who now looks fired up, pushes him out of the way. He and Grantham then go nose to nose once more and appear to be arguing. The Jackal's face turns red and his eyes stare a hole through Grantham, who pushes Jackal backwards. The Jackal rebounds off the rope and

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He hits Shawn Waters across the head with the steel chair as he was just getting back to his feet.

Daniels: What the hell was that! The Jackal just knocked out Waters!!!!

Grantham looks on smiling as the Jackal walks over Shawn like a predator stalking his prey. He then lifts the chair up and delivers a hard shot to Shawn's back before then lifting him and delivering a vicious overhead belly to belly suplex.

Daniels: I do not understand this, I thought he was coming for Grantham.

As Shawn writhes in pain, holding his lower back the Jackal smiles sadistically as he looks over to Grantham, who is also smiling. The two then meet in the middle of the ring... nose to nose. But then they shake hands, as the crowd are deafening with there boos.

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Another shot to the head of Shawn Waters, sending him through the ropes to the outside.

Gold Medal by Trademarc begins to play as the Jackal spits out of the ring onto Shawn and then he and Grantham shake hands once more before raising there arms.

Daniels: I cannot believe these sons of bitches are proud of what they have just done!

Masters: Don't be silly Daniels. It was pure brilliance, they must've planned this whole thing out.

Daniels: Are you saying...

Masters: I think Gregory Grantham and The Jackal may have joined forces. And with Eric Collum in the mix too it has to mean real trouble for the other CZW superstars.

As Grantham walks to the back, celebrating his win with Karl and Eric, medics and crew run out to check on Waters. Shawn is sitting on the mat, staring blankly up the ramp. The crew wave their hands in front of his face, trying to snap him out of it. Shawn stands...clotheslines one of the crew. He superkicks two more before naiing the main medic with a Brainwash! He locks in the Waterboard, viciously attacking the back of the medic. The guy begins tapping ferociously. Shawn then returns to his trance-like state...he releases the guy and walks up the ramp, ignoring the boos from the confused fans...

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-=- SINGLES NON-TITLE MATCH-=- (2 RP’s per person) "Rated E For Everyone" EDDIE ROWAN -VS- KARL 'The Jackal' JACKSON

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Daniels: We’ve seen an impressive display of action here tonight so far, Masters. And the hits just keep on coming!

Masters: That’s right Daniels. Personally, I can’t wait to see our next line up, pitting CZW X champion, Eddie Rowan, against CZW Intercontinental champion, Jackal!

Daniels: Jackal has already made one appearance earlier tonight, a few minutes ago actually, shocking the world as he teamed up with Gregory Grantham and Eric Collum in a vicious assault on the unstable…Shawn Waters!

Masters: I loved it! Look at the combination, Daniels. Gregory is the brains, Collum is the personality, and now Jackal fits in the mold as the brawn. That clique has covered all of their bases with this alignment.

Daniels: That may be. And if so, then things aren’t going to look too good for our X champ, here tonight.

“Doomsday Clock” by Smashing Pumpkins hit’s the PA system as the audience leaps to their feet in an uproar of cheers. Rowan hit’s the stage and thrusts his X title high above his head as a barrage of fireworks explode behind him on the stage. He drapes the title over his shoulder and nods his head to the music, preparing to walk down to the ring. A loud “CLANK!!!” sound is heard and Eddie suddenly collapses on the stage, to reveal Jackal standing behind him, holding up a steel chair.

Daniels: No! Jackal just took a preemptive cheap shot on Eddie Rowan!

Masters: Eddie’s the X champion, he can handle it. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Daniels.

Eddie rolls on to his hands and knees, trying to grasp his bearings, but Jackal takes a second swing, bringing the chair colliding with Eddie’s back. Eddie collapses against the steel and grabs his back. Jackal kicks him in the ribs, causing Eddie to roll down the ramp towards the ring. Jackal, like an animal in pursue of the hunt, stalks Eddie down to the ring. He lifts Rowan up, placing his back against the ring apron before delivering a chest sweltering chest chop. Eddie reels forward, the burning sensation on his chest, obvious for all to see in his face. Eddie stumbles forward and rests with his back against the steel turnbuckle post. Jackal moves in on him and pulls back, throwing a haymaker. But Eddie ducks the shot! Jackal’s fist collides with e steel, his face expressing the pain of what might be broken fingers! The crowd cheers at Eddie’s resourcefulness, seemingly bringing life back to Eddie who leaps up with an énzigure kick, forcing Jackal’s head into the steel post!

Daniels: Eddie is running on all cylinders once again! Jackal is stunned!

Masters: Oh, yay. Throw a party, why don’t you?

Eddie grabs Jackal’s arm and Irish whips his back into the ring apron. As Jackal reaches around to grab at his back, Eddie leaps atop the guardrail and moonsault off onto Jackal! But no! Jackal catches Eddie on his shoulder and turns towards a turnbuckle post. Eddie’s head collides with the steel. Jackal quickly rolls Rowan into the ring, folowing him in. The starting bell sounds as Jackal tries for a quick pin.

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Rowan kicks out, looking off balance. Jackal quickly gets on his feet and starts laying the boots to Rowan with several quick stomps to the midsection. Not giving Rowan a chance to regroup, Jackal drops an elbow across Eddie’s neck. He covers for another quick pin.

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Eddie manages to get another shoulder up! Infuriated, Jackal pulls Rowan to his feet. He goes to Irish whip Eddie, but Rowan reverses whipping Jackal instead. Jackal rebounds off the ropes with Eddie ducking beneath his feet. He rebounds a second time, but Eddie leapfrogs over him. On the third rebound, Eddie connects with a spinning back kick to the face of Jackal! Keeping with the momentum, Eddie lifts Jackal into a sitting position before leaping over him, rebounding off the ropes and delivering a dropkick to Jackal’s face. Eddie is up once again, hitting the ropes before nailing Jackal with a rolling senton. Eddie goes for the cover.

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Daniels: A close one for Eddie Rowan. But not close enough.

Masters: It’s going to take more than that to beat the Jackal. I’m not sure Rowan even has enough to get the job done.

Rowan gets on his feet and crosses through the ropes as Jackal rolls over to his knees. Eddie comes flying in with a springboard assault, but Jackal has recovered and catches Eddie in the air, delivering a Spinebuster that rocks Eddie’s head against the mat. Eddie clutches the back of his head as Jackal pulls him back up to his feet, he clutches Eddie in a massive bear hug. Eddie grimaces as his back looks contorted beneath Jackal’s tree-trunk like arms. Struggling to fight back, Rowan begins clapping his arms against Jackal’s head. Undaunted, Jackal hoists Eddie up, hooking his arm around Rowan’s neck to hit a fisherman suplex. Jackal leaps back up to his feet and pulls his unitard straps down from over his arms, looking ready to snap something.

Masters: Here we go! This is gonna be good!

Daniels: When Jackal gets like this, it usually ends with somebody getting hurt!

Jackal flips Eddie over and grabs up his ankle for the “Jackal Lock”! Eddie suddenly comes alive, trying to crawl anywhere he can, but the hold is locked in, Jackal turning Rowan’s ankle tightly. Jackal looks to be willing to break Eddie’s ankle, Rowan screaming as he tries to think his way out of his current predicament. Eddie looks back between his cries of pain, and then suddenly thrusts his free leg out, kicking Jackal in the shin. Jackal takes a step back, realizing that Rowan is still fighting back, but Eddie kicks him in the shin again, and again. Jackal keeps stepping back, trying to avoid the blows as he drags Rowan around the ring. After so many steps, Eddie realizes they have moved close enough to the ropes. Eddie grasps the middle rope and pulls his body up so that he turns and kicks Jackal square in the face, sending the man backwards across the ring. Having been released, Eddie grabs his ankle, grimacing as he tries to stand. But Jackal is on the attack once more, charging in with a clothesline. But Edie ducks and pulls down the top rope, sending Jackal flying over and out of the ring! Jackal hit’s the floor and tries to quickly get back on his feet, but as he looks up, all he finds is Eddie flying over the top rope, nailing him with a hurricanrana on the floor!

Daniels: Rowan has done the unthinkable! He has escaped the Jackal Lock and is still taking it to Jackal!

Masters: He just doesn’t know when to quit. Which will be bad for his career when Jackal destroys him, here tonight.

Eddie is the first up, still favoring his leg. As he tries to roll back into the ring, Jackal grabs his injured leg and drags him back out, causing Eddie to face plant on the floor. Jackal notices his steel chair still lying around and grabs it up. He slides it into the ring and then grabs up Eddie, slamming Rowan’s head against the ring apron. He goes for a second head pound, but Edie blocks it and returns the favor, rocking jackal’s head off the apron instead. He then rolls Jackal into the ring and climbs the ring apron. As Jackal tries to shake off the stun, Eddie goes up top of a turnbuckle, signaling the end with “The St. Edwards Fall”. But Jackal recovers quickly and runs towards him, head butting Eddie in the stomach, forcing Rowan to sit atop the turnbuckle. Jackal grabs him by the head and begins to continuously pound Rowan’s face with right fists. After ten shots, Jackal comes back down, leaving Rowan looking out of it, on top of the turnbuckle. Jackal returns to his steel chair in the middle of the ring, grabbing it up off the mat. But referee Darren Powers appears to have a problem with the chair being used in ring as he grabs the other end of the chair.

Masters: What’s going on here?

Daniels: Looks like Powers wants a clean in-ring match. A very sporting decision by the ref if you ask me.

Masters: Well, I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to myself and to anybody listening that matters more than you. Pretty much everybody.

In the ring, Jackal and Powers continue to struggle over the chair. Finally, with enough force, Jackal jerks the chair away from Powers and turns back towards the turnbuckle. But Rowan has recovered and flies off the top with a shooting star press…INTO A DROPKICK!!! The crowd explodes at the innovative move as the shooting star dropkick sends the chair back into Jackal’s own face! Jackal hit’s the mat, his face busted open! Powers steps in and removes the chair from the equation as Rowan goes up top once more. This time he leaps off…

Daniels: THE SAINT EDWARD’S FALL!!!

The move connects as a weary Rowan takes the pin.

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Daniels: Eddie Rowan gains what some might call the upset in this match!

Masters: That is absolute horseshit. Powers had no right designating any rules in this match and should have stayed out of Jackal’s way!

Daniels: Is that right? Well where was Jackal’s new friends Grantham and Collum to return the favor from earlier, huh?

Masters: How were they supposed to know that Powers would screw Jackal? Jackal should have had this match in the bag. This just sucks.

Daniels: Well, whatever side of the fence you’re on, we have got to take another look at the move that proved to be the turning point in this match!

A replay is shown in slow motion of Eddie Rowan sailing off the top with a shooting star press, only to deliver a dropkick after the complete rotation, sending the chair back into Jackal’s face. This is then followed by a replay of the St. Edward’s Fall. When we cut back to the arena, Rowan is atop the ramp, holding his X title high in the air again as one hand grasps the back of his head. The audience applauding.

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-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per team) MAYNARD O'TOOLE & MATT COVEY -VS- NASTY DAMAGE

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Backstage, Jenny Jacobs can be seen standing before the CZW logo, microphone in hand.

Jenny Jacobs: I'm here with two of the most controversial men in the CZW.

Maynard O'Toole and "Bad Ass" Matt Covey approach Jenny from different sides. Maynard is wearing a shirt that says "Chances are...You suck". Matt looks casual in his ever present leather jacket and torn denim jeans.

Jenny Jacobs: Tonight you guys face the team of Nasty Damage. A team that you, Matt, have seemingly ignited a fire under in the past two weeks.

Maynard suddenly takes the mic away from jenny.

Maynard: We've ignited a fire under them? Jesus, Jenny. A boy scout can ignite a fire by rubbing two sticks together. You know...whenever his scout master isn't rubbing the boy scout that is. How about us? Don't you think I get tired of listening to Nasty's empty threats? Blah, blah, blah... You beat me for the IC title. Blah, blah, blah... I'll get my revenge. It's the same old shitty story that the world has been forced to hear time and time again. Nasty wants vengeance, Nasty fails and ends up looking stupid. So now DD has a problem with my boy here, and Nasty wants to stick his nose in that too. Fine. Go ahead. As our track records will show, Nasty, you've never beaten me and you never will. This is just another excuse for you to rehash the whole "I'll get you next time, Gadget...I mean, Maynard. Next Time." It's old. It's tired. Put it to bed. And get a life.

Jenny Jacobs: You don't think they deserve their revenge after you attacked them last week, Matt?

Bad Ass: Don't put that shit on me, Jenny. I didn't start this war. This whole fiasco falls straight into the lap of Derek Damage himself. When he put his hands on me, he practically signed his own death certificate. Then there's all this mystery man "let's copy other feds" bullshit that's going on. Now in spite of my trying, I've not come any closer to figuring out who did it. But that's fine. I figure if I tear through every single member of the roster, I'm eventually bound to take out the right man. Now it's come to my attention that those dumb asses in the corporate offices, decided that Team Nasty needed a shot at Alan Fiscus' titles at Collateral Damage. So my question is this... For what? What the fuck have they done to be handed a shot on a silver platter? Who have they beat? They've done nothing, they've beaten nobody. But that's fine by me. After Maynard and I annihalate these fools out there tonight, maybe the main office will realize the error they have made. But I doubt it. No self-jerking prick likes to admit when he's wrong. So the plan is real simple. We're going to destroy Nasty Damage tonight. There is no doubt about that. And at Colateral Damage, I'll destroy the two of them once more, and maybe then Derek Damage will realize he's over the hill and Nasty can move on from the comedic rut he's currently stuck in. Because after I've beaten them and Alan Fiscus is still the CZW Global tag team champions... they will never, NEVER get another shot at these belts so long as Alan holds them.

Jenny Jacobs: And what about your mystery stalker?

Bad Ass: Apparently the guy is too big of a puss to show himself. So fuck him. I've got more important things on my mind. There's a change in the wind. Something big is coming, Jenny. Can you feel it?

Jenny Jacobs: What? I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about.

Bad Ass: I could be wrong, but it feels like... What is that, Mayn?

Maynard: I'm not sure. It feels like a massive impact. Something ground breaking. Something...life changing.

Jenny Jacobs: I don't get it. I don't feel anything.

Maynard: Of course you wouldn't. You've got the hotdog down the hallway complex, remember?

Matt and Maynard begin laughin as they turn, walking off Jenny's interview set.

The feed cuts back to ringside.

TOWERS: "This match up is a tag match pitting Covey and O'Toole against Nasty Damage!"

The crowd pops

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Connecticut and Florida, respectively... they are former CZW World Tag champs... Derek Damage and Big Nasty... NASTY DAMAGE!!"

"Smokin, Smokin Weed" by Snoop Dogg (feat. Nate Dog, Ray J & Slim Thug) begins to play as the crowd pops for the long time tag team. Derek looks like a new man, and Nasty has that confident smirk on his face everyone is so used to. A small firework display goes off and they both make their way down to the ring, high fiving random fans on their way.

DANIELS: "Nasty Damage looking confident, they are hungry for those Global tag belts!"

MASTERS: "Well they're not ever going to get them, Covey will whip BOTH of their asses!"

"Pet" by A Perfect Circle begins to play

TOWERS: "And introducing next... hailing from Wherever the hell they want... the former CZW Intercontinental champ, Maynard O'Toole.... and the single holder of the CZW Global Tag belts... Matt Covey... THE 'OGT' AND THE 'BAD ASS'!!"

Covey comes out, in his tradition street garb. O'Toole comes out in black tights, and the crowd is mainly booing them. They pause for a moment, and then from the back comes out Alan Fiscus, in a wheel chair, with both CZW Global belts in his lap. He has a black boot on his broken ankle, and is rolling himself next to Maynard and Covey with ease. He has a sick smile on his face, as all three men begin to make their way down to ringside.

DANIELS: "Fiscus surprising us with his prescence again, accompanying his tag team partner Covey and O'Toole for this match. We all saw how Fiscus saved these boys from some state troopers a few days back, and this here must solidify that Alan is preparing to make his return soon."

MASTERS: "When Fiscus comes back, all hell is going to break loose for the Youthful Aggression team. Look at that maniac's smile. I tell you, I was seriously uneasy when we had to call the main event at Horrorcore with him. Such a loose cannon."

DANIELS: "That he is, that he is. Covey and OGT are in the ring now, with DD and Nasty on the opposite side. Alan is caressing the Tag belts in his lap at ringside, Covey even calls them Alan's Global belts. What an odd relationship."

MASTERS: "What a DEADLY relationship. Those two together? That's like feeding the Christians to the lions!"

DANIELS: "The ref calls for the bell, and it looks like O'Toole and Nasty will start this tag match out. They circle each other for a moment, before locking up. Nasty takes the slight advantage, and inches Maynard into a corner. The ref tries to break it up, and Nasty with the clean break... but O'Toole just slapped Nasty right in the kisser!"

MASTERS: "Ha, look at how pissed Nasty is! Maynard sees it in his eyes, and gets out of the ring in a hurry as the ref holds Nasty back. Maynard tells the ref to get him back as he re-enters the ring on the other side by Covey. Nasty storms over to Maynard, and Maynard tricks him with a thumb to the eye followed by a kick to the gut."

DANIELS: "$o$ always with the cheap tactics, and Maynard slams a forearm across the back of Nasty repeatedly. He tosses Nasty to the ropes, and nails him with a jumping leg lariat, knocking him down. Nasty reaches up to Derek for a tag, but Maynard drags him by the foot to his corner and tags in the Bas Ass."

MASTERS: "Covey comes in and immediately drops an elbow to the small of Nasty's back as he's on his belly. He repeats it. What a sadistic freak. He picks up Nasty and throws him to the ropes. Nasty ducks a clothesline! On the rebound, and Nasty nails Covey with a running forearm smash. Both men are on the mat now, Covey more surprised than hurt. Nasty inches over to this corner in time though, and tags in Derek as these idiotic fans cheer."

DANIELS: "Derek comes in and grabs up Covey, nailing him with a swift vertical suplex. He picks him up, and nails a piledriver! The first pinfall attempt -"

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MASTERS: "Derek picks Covey back up, but Covey shrugs him off.. and kicks him hard in the knee! Covey then nails a European uppercut, and goes and tags back in O'Toole. Maynard comes in and kicks Derek hard in the gut. He lifts Derek up and nails him with a Russian legsweep. He taunts Nasty for a second, before going for the cover."

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DANIELS: "Maynard a little frustrated, what does he expect, Derek to go out that fast? He picks him up and slams him into a corner. Maynard goes charging in, but Derek moves at the last moment and Maynard's shoulder slams into the ringpost. He may be out now!"

MASTERS: "Don't say that! He has a shot at the CZW World Heavyweight title at Collateral Damage!"

DANIELS: "Hey, if he's injured, he's injured!"

MASTERS: "They should just GIVE the belt to him then!"

DANIELS: "Please. Derek has tagged Nasty back in, and Nasty grabs Maynard as he was clutching his shoulder. He lifts him up and slams him down with a sidewalk slam. Listen to Alan down there at ringside, shouting out rude remarks to Nasty. Nasty points at Alan, then his wheelchair, and tells him to shut up. Alan is livid, but what can he do?"

MASTERS: "Alan could kick Nasty's ass with BOTH ankles broken, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "I'd like to see him try. Nasty picks Maynard back up and slams him into a corner. He begins a sequence of stiff elbow shots to the back of Maynard's head! The crowd is counting along with him."

MASTERS: "These fans are morons!"

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DANIELS: "Nasty backs away and Maynard walks forward.. only to fall flat on his face! Nasty smiles at Covey as he picks Maynard back up. So what is this I hear, that Alan is going to accompany Maynard to the ring during his World title shot?"

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MASTERS: "Covey is a veteran in there as well, and wasn't about to let Nasty Damage defeat his team! The ref makes him go back, and his back is turned. OH!"

The crowd gasps

DANIELS: "Maynard just nailed Derek with a vicious low blow, and the ref did not see it! Derek falls to the mat, grasping his groin. Maynard reaches up to tag to Matt, but he is a little dazed. Derek begins to inch to his corner as well. Oh, the suspense is killing me!"

MASTERS: "THAT'S not what's killing you. It's that $2 hot dog you have before every show!"

DANIELS: "I'll ignore that, Mr. Pizza man. And... Maynard gets the tag in first... but Derek gets his tag in right after! Covey charges Nasty, but is greeted with a size 14 boot! Maynard is back up, and he too, tastes foot! Nasty is cleaning house! Covey is back up, but Nasty promptly throws him over the top rope and right onto the floor, in front of Alan."

MASTERS: "Be careful, you big dolt! Covey almost hit Alan!"

DANIELS: "I thought you were creeped out by Alan."

MASTERS: "I'm creeped out because he's a lunatic! That doesn't mean I don't respect the sadistic freak."

DANIELS: "Nasty has Maynard up.. and tosses him outside of the ring as well, right into Covey's lap! The crowd is loving this! Nasty leaves the ring, with Alan yelling at him. He picks up Covey, and tosses him right into Alan's lap knocking him over and spilling onto the floor. The crowd is loving it."

MASTERS: "Nasty is an idiot!"

DANIELS: "Nasty grabs Covey and tosses him back in the ring. As Nasty goes to join him, Maynard grabs a hold of his foot. As Nasty looks down at Maynard and kicks him off, he goes back to enter the ring and Covey grabs him. Covey falls down, driving Nasty's throat down onto the top rope. Covey then grabs him and vertical suplexes him back into the ring."

MASTERS: "Covey with the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Nasty's not ready to go just yet. Covey picks him up as Maynard makes his way back up on the apron. Covey kicks Nasty in the gut and delivers a double underhook suplex. On the outside, Alan has got himself sitting up again, looking rather pissed off I'd say."

MASTERS: "You don't know the half of it, Jarred."

DANIELS: "Hmm. Covey has Nasty up again, and just disrespects him blatantly with a slap to the face. Another. Another! Look at Nasty's cheek, it's turning red. Covey goes for another one but Nasty blocks it, and levels him with a stiff fist to the face! Covey stands back up, holding his mouth, and gets another shot. Nasty then throws Covey to the ropes... another big boot! Nasty goes for the cover."

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MASTERS: "Nasty picks Covey back up and tags in Derek. Nasty holds him, as Derek punches his ribs. Cheaters!"

DANIELS: "Derek takes control and rakes the eyes of Matt. He picks him and and attempts the Bong... but Covey pushes him off before he can execute. Covey goes for a kick to the gut, but Derek grabs a hold. Derek grabs Covey and hits an inverted Atomic drop."

MASTERS: "Wait, what is this? Is that Caleb Walker coming down the ramp?"

DANIELS: "What does he want?"

MASTERS: "He's heading down, and it looks like he's on a mission. Alan is yelling at the ref, who is yelling back at him, distracted. Caleb gets up on the apron as Derek communicates with him. Derek grabs Covey and irish whips him... but no, Covey reverses! Derek slams into Caleb, who falls to the floor. Derek stumbles back..."

DANIELS: "And right into a B.I.O.Y.A.!!!!!!"

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DANIELS: "The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Woo, that numb skill Caleb came down here to attack Covey, and it backfired! Nasty Damage have no chance at Collateral Damage!"

DANIELS: "NOW WHAT!?"

MASTERS: "Idolized are running to the ring, each with a steel chair in hand! They enter the ring and Evan just levels Covey with a chair shot! Kyle takes out Derek with one of his own! Nasty comes towards them... but he gets a dual chair shot! Evan levels "The California Beast" Caleb Walker with one! Now Idolized are grabbing Covey... oh no, what are they doing, I thought Covey was on their side!?"

DANIELS: "LIMO WRECK!"

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MASTERS: "Riley then goes down to the floor... and pushes Alan over, spilling him onto the floor again! He grabs the Global tag belts. He throws one up to Tyler. They pose with the belts, after leaving a pile of bodies in their wake. Jesse's not going to be happy about this, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "We'll get to hear his reactions soon enough, but coming up after this break, El Pablo will make his first World Heavyweight Title defense against a VERY capable opponent, "The Franchise" Ronnie McNeil. Will Ronnie claim the gold, or will EP reign supreme? We'll be right back!"

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Backstage, Kyle Riley and Evan Tyler stride down the corridor after the scene they caused out in the ring. Neither man looks very happy. Out of nowhere, they are ambushed by CZW backstage man Ryan Lewis.

Lewis: “Hey! Evan Tyler, Kyle Riley, you two just laid out not only the #1 contenders for the Global Tag Titles, but the champions themselves! Those are Maynard’s friends out there; I thought you guys were partners?”

Evan glares at Lewis for his constant habit of showing up and butting into their business, but he does offer a response.

Tyler: “Of course he is, but he needs to realize something, as does everyone else out there. His ‘friend,’ Matt Covey is walking around completely mocking the tag-team division! The man won the belts…OUR belts with help from Jesse and Maynard. That’s fine, we can live with that…but not only does he disgrace the unified titles, he desecrated the previous ones. The ones that WE gave meaning to!”

Kyle Riley steps up, pulling the mic close so that he may speak.

Riley: “You see, Ry-Lew, it’s like this. We made history with those titles, and Matt Covey set that history on fire. And that isn’t even the worst of it. The worst part is that he’s ‘defending’ those titles against Nasty Damage at the pay-per-view. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t you think a team that actually DESERVES to be a contender should be in the championship match? Where is Idolized in this equation? Hell, even Fire & Ice or Total Mayhem deserve shots over that oversized clown and his burnout girlfriend! You think that just because Jesse is out right now that we’re all just going to dissolve and fade away? Think again!”

Tyler: “We’re coming for those titles, and nobody is going to stop us. Not Nasty Damage, not that cripple Alan Fiscus, and definitely not “Lame Ass” Matt Covey! And Maynard, you should be careful with your company, because he may be your friend, but he’s not one of us. And exactly how can you be so sure it wasn’t COVEY who sent Jesse falling through that skybox window? “

Both men stare at the camera, letting the weight of the last statement sink in. Lewis starts to ask another question but Evan glares at him and shakes his head, and the two members of Idolized walk off screen, leaving Lewis standing alone.

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-=- MAIN EVENT WORLD TITLE MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per person) 'The Five Star Superstar' EL PABLO (c) -VS- RONNIE McNEIL

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Jessica Towers is in the ring and this week’s edition of CZW Overdrive’s main event is set to commence. The crowd boos loudly as "Do You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell begins to play. As the song moves into the opening verse, Ronnie McNeil steps out from behind the curtain as he just stands there in his hooded vest, hood over his head, bouncing from side to side.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match-up is set for one fall, and it is for the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, from Birmingham, Alabama, he is ‘the Franchise,’ RONNICE McNEIL!!”

He makes his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the booing fans that line the aisle. Ronnie slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him, before stepping down, and leaning over in a corner. He takes the hood from off his head, and then takes the vest off completely, tossing it to the floor, awaiting the beginning of the match.

A hush descends over the crowd as the lights go out, leaving the arena in total darkness. The opening riff to "Been Training Dogs" kicks in, with bright white spotlights switching on and off in various places across the arena, keeping time with the beat. As the drums kick in, a huge wall of pyro shoots up from the stage, and El Pablo steps out to huge cheers from the crowd, dressed in his ring gear with dark sunglasses on his face, and the CZW World Heavyweight Championship Title around his waist.

Towers: “And introducing his opponent, hailing from Portsmouth, England, the CZW World Heavyweight Champion, he is ‘the Five Star Superstar,’ EL PABLO!!”

He stands on the stage for a few seconds playing to the crowd, before bounding down the ramp. He jumps up onto the apron and vaults over the top rope, then heads over to one of the far turnbuckles and climbs up, saluting the crowd. He repeats this on the adjacent turnbuckle, then removes his sunglasses and tosses them to a stagehand outside the ring. He raises his belt high to a deafening applause before handing it to the referee, who once again holds the title aloft for the fans to see.

Daniels: “Main event time once again here on CZW Overdrive! Ronnie McNeil set to challenge El Pablo one on one for the title! Ronnie has made some bold statements, both during last week’s show and this week leading up to this match, and now let’s see if he can back those words up.”

Masters: “Of COURSE he can, you dolt. Ronnie McNeil is ‘the Franchise’ of CZW, and it’s obvious to me that he’s got Pablo’s number.”

Daniels: “That remains to be seen. Personally, I like Pablo’s chances.”

Masters: “Pfft. You would.”

The bell rings and the two square off slowly, pacing in a circle. They go in for a lock-up but Ronnie drops down, taking EP’s leg out from under him with a single-leg takedown! He covers instantly but Pablo kicks out before the referee even has a chance to think about dropping down to the mat for a count. Pablo kips up to his feet, but McNeil takes him down with a fast arm-drag. He tries to lock in an armbar, but Pablo tumbles through it, rolling to his feet. Upon making it to his feet, he whips Ronnie over with a hip-toss! Pablo quickly runs to the ropes and Ronnie rolls onto his stomach, sliding at Pablo who hops over him, rebounding off the ropes once more. McNeil up again and he attempts a back body-drop, but Pablo twists as he runs in, and Ronnie flips him back only to have EP land on his feet facing Ronnie’s back! Ronnie turns around and Pabs hops up, grabbing Ronnie’s shoulders and flipping him backwards with a monkey flip!

Daniels: “What a dizzying exchange! And it finally ends with Ronnie McNeil crashing hard to the mat courtesy of the world champ!”

Masters: “He got lucky, that’s all, just you wait!”

Pablo grins at Ronnie who gets to his feet, staring a hole through the champ. They move in again for a lockup but Ronnie drills EP with a forearm shot to the temple, instantly drawing heat from the crowd. Unfazed, McNeil presses the attack, continuing with a series of forearm shots to the face and back of El Pablo. He takes the champ down with a fast fireman’s carry, then hops up quickly to his feet and drives a forearm drop to the face!

Masters: “See!? What’d I tell you? ‘The Franchise’ taking charge here, and finally these people are going to have another REAL World Champion!”

McNeil sits EP up and drives a knee to the middle of his back, then locking on a rear chinlock! The ref asks EP if he wants to give it up, to which El Pablo replies with an emphatic ‘No!’ Ronnie continues to wrench back on the hold, a determined look on his face. EP attempts to break the lock on his jaw, pulling on Ronnie’s wrists.

Daniels: “Pablo powering free from the hold! But NO! Ronnie jerks his hands free and drives his elbow into the shoulder of El Pablo, then re-securing the chin-lock!”

Masters: “This is text-book Daniels. McNeil wearing Pablo down and keeping him grounded. Pablo was a FOOL to take on Ronnie in his type of match!”

Daniels: “I think you’re underestimating the resiliency of ‘the Five Star Superstar!”

Masters: “And I think you’re a douchebag.”

Daniels: “Classy retort as always, William. Look now, Pablo getting his feet under him, working back to a vertical base!”

Pablo is able to get to one knee and then make his way to his feet, but Ronnie is refusing to relinquish the hold! Pablo again grabs Ronnie’s wrists, attempting to break the bigger man’s grip. Suddenly, Pabs drops down, slipping free from the chin-lock and hitting the ground, taking Ronnie down with a drop toe-hold! The fans cheer loudly as both men quickly move to their feet, but again the arena is filled with jeers as Ronnie reacts first, taking the champ down with a strong clothesline! Ronnie runs through Pablo and stops himself at the ropes, momentarily catching his breath and looking defiantly at the crowd as they boo him. He looks back at Pablo who is slow to get to his feet and begins stalking him, staying behind him as he stands.

Masters: “Ronnie is the hunter tonight! And he smells blood!”

Daniels: “It can’t be argued that he’s been dominating thus far, and now he’s working Pablo’s blind-spot, measuring him up. EP stands and McNeil from behind! German suplex! There’s the bridge!”

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McNeil wastes no time rolling back over EP and pulling him back into the rear chin-lock, cinching it in tightly. EP in a lot of pain and noticeably offering up much less resistance this time around. Again the referee asks if Pablo wishes to submit, but again he adamantly refuses.

Daniels: “Pablo trying to work free of this hold, but he’s at a distinct strength disadvantage to McNeil, who outweighs him by about 50lbs.!”

Masters: “Blah blah blah, that’s why it’s called a HEAVYWEIGHT championship, moron! If EP can’t handle it he should move his ass back to the X-Division!”

Daniels: “Nothing of the sort was said, jackass, and you know it! Try to call the match for once in your life, please!”

Meanwhile, the crowd begins stomping and clapping in unison as Pablo flails away, trying to free himself from Ronnie’s clutches. Suddenly, he whips his arms back behind him, blasting McNeil on both sides of his head at once! The crowd comes to life as Pablo hits Ronnie a second time! A third! Ronnie is dazed now and he breaks the hold! Pablo rolls onto his back and thrusts both feet into McNeil’s jaw, knocking him back to the mat! The Richmond fans approach a fever pitch as both men make it to their feet, with EP now reacting first, taking it to ‘the Franchise’ with a series of stiff kicks and punches, rocking him back against the ropes!

Daniels: “Pablo whipping McNeil to the far side, but McNeil with the reversal! He scoops up Pablo for a sidewalk slam off the rebound! Pablo with a headscissor takedown!!”

EP kips up to his feet, feeding off the electric atmosphere. McNeil starts to get up, pushing himself up from the mat. Pablo charges in and leaps, springing off McNeil’s back and up to the middle of the top rope, then flipping back and moonsaulting onto Ronnie!

Masters: “What the HELL!?”

Daniels: “El Pablo with a triple-jump moonsault using his OWN OPPONENT as a springboard!!”

EP back to his feet and he heads out to the ring apron. He measures up Ronnie and then, taking a quick second to salute the crowd, bounds up to the top rope, running across it like a tight-rope! He dives off with a flying clothesline!!

Daniels: “McNEIL CATCHES PABLO WITH A POWERSLAM!! HE’S GOT THE PIN!!”

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You can hear the entire arena breathe out a simultaneous sigh of relief as Pablo barely escapes the pinfall, and not a single person is still in their seat. Ronnie makes his way to his feet, pulling Pablo up as well and whipping him hard into the corner! Pablo bounces against the buckle hard and staggers out of the corner, and McNeil snares him and takes him over with an overhead head-and-arm suplex!

Masters: “Yes! Look and learn, Jarred! That’s our new champion in there!”

Daniels: “You’re being very presumptuous but it’s a hard point to argue. McNeil has been one step ahead in this contest!”

Ronnie sits for just a moment, catching his breath before he moves to his feet, pulling Pablo up once more. EP is extremely dazed! Ronnie sets him up in a Russian legsweep position and raises his hand up, pointing up a single digit!

Daniels: “And now ‘the Franchise’ with….KISS OF THE ROSE!”

Masters: “YEAH! WAIT, WHAT!?!?”

Ronnie flings Pablo back with the Russian legsweep, rolling through and back up to his feet, but Pablo uses Ronnie’s momentum against him, rolling ‘the Franchise’ up with a school-boy pin!!

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The crowd’s deafening cheers are drowned by their own disappointment as Ronnie narrowly escapes defeat! Ronnie reacts first as both men get to their feet, and he attempts to press Pablo overhead! ‘The Five Star Superstar’ drops behind him, however, and grabs Ronnie in a rear waist-lock! He pushes him forward against the ropes and then attempts a roll-up, but Ronnie holds the ropes, this causing EP to tumble back by himself! Ronnie charges in with a lariat but EP ducks! McNeil now off the rebound…

Masters: “Oh GOD! PABLO SLAM!!”

Daniels: “VERSION 5!!”

The crowd is ecstatic as Pablo hooks the leg on the cover!

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Daniels: “Ronnie kicking out of the Pablo Slam!!”

Masters: “Yes!! I’m telling you, Jarred, tonight is the night!!”

Pablo slowly to his feet, both men feeling the effects of extreme fatigue now. He pulls Ronnie up and makes a quick dash for the ropes! Ronnie suddenly snaps up a kick to the gut! He hooks EP’s arms butterfly style…

IDLEWILD!!

Masters: “That’s it!! It’s OVER!!”

Ronnie rolls EP over slowly, hooking the leg!

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Daniels: “Ronnie catches the boot! Enziguri!”

Masters: “Ronnie ducks!!”

McNeil sizes EP up as he stands…FLAWLESS!! NO!! Pablo shoves McNeil into the turnbuckle! Ronnie bounces out and Pablo catches him with a hurricanrana!

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Masters: “WHAT!?!?”

Daniels: “My GOD what a match-up!! That was amazing!!”

Masters: Yes but aren’t you missing the point here Jarred, who in the hell won the match?!

Daniels: I thought El Pablo did…

Masters: I thought Ronnie McNeil did…

The referee looks just as confused as the fans and commentators, El Pablo and Ronnie McNeil seem to be both celebrating. They both stop as they see each other, then look towards the referee who looks heavily confused, standing there with the World Title in his hands. Ronnie suddenly grabs the belt off the ref, only to have El Pablo grab it off him. Both men now get right up in each others face.

Daniels: Well who knows who won the match, but if no one makes a decision soon, I wouldn’t bet against these two beating the holy hell out of each other.

Masters: Wait…who is this???

Daniels: How does this concern him?!

Maynard O’Toole slowly walks down the ramp, a huge smile on his face. El Pablo and Ronnie McNeil haven’t even noticed him as they stare at each other, the World Title now alone as Maynard climbs through the ropes and picks it up. He then raises is above his head as the fans boo heavily.

Daniels; Well we may not know who is champion out of EP and Ronnie, but one thing is for sure, Maynard certainly is not champion!

Masters: I don’t see why not, he is after all in charge while Montana is away.

Daniels: Says who?!

Maynard suddenly bolts across the ring and knocks down El Pablo with the Title, crushing his skull upon impact. Ronnie then tries to attack Maynard, however, Maynard does exactly the same to McNeil, both competitors who should be champion, now laid down in the middle of the ring.

Daniels: Dammit, why does he keep doing this?

Masters: He is sending his message Jarred, whoever the champ maybe now, their reign is only going to last until Collateral Damage when the true King wins his first ever World Title!

Ronnie and EP lie unconscious on the floor as the referee has now left. Maynard raises the Gold up high as the fans boo loudly at Maynard and the conclusion of CZW Overdrive.

Daniels: Well yet more confusion in CZW, I wish we had answers now folks, however I am afraid we are out of time, so until next week, goodnight folks, and ask yourself, who is the CZW World Champion?!

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KB is walking around backstage...

Blaze: Shawn? Shawn? Has anyone seen where Shawn got to?

Blaze walks into the cafeteria...to find Shawn eating donut after donut.

Blaze: Uh...Shawn?

Shawn turns and looks at Blaze, smirking.

Waters: Hey man...wassup? Want a donut?

Blaze: Ummm...yeah...are you ok?

Waters: Yeah...although I've gotta stop walking out on these matches...that's the second I've lost...

Blaze, extremely confused, shakes his head.

Waters: Come on, dude...let's get going...before I get fat from eating these...

Waters walks out of the cafeteria as Blaze shrugs and follows as Overdrive goes off air...

CZW President
Jesse Montana