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 Combat Zone Wrestling presents VOLATILE DAY Theme Song: "Natural Born Killaz" by Dr. Dre & Ice Cube
live on PAY-PER-VIEW from
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ ###
-=- CZW Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match -=- ###
-=- TLC Contract Match -=- ###
-=- Greenhouse Match -=- ###
-=- CZW Global Tag Team Titles Match -=- ###
-=- Pure Wrestling Match -=- ###
-=- CZW X-Division Title Combat X Four Way Dance -=- ###
-=- Triple Threat For The Vacant CZW World Television Title -=- ###
-=- Last Man Standing Match -=- -=-=-=-=-=-=- * cZw! * ****************************************************************
The camera cuts to an exterior shot of the Frank Erwin Center glowing against the dark night sky. The focus is drawn to the billboard just outside the car park, advertising tonight's Pay-Per-View. The theme tune for Volatile Day plays as the sold out arena bursts into life, fireworks blasting off, fans jumping off their seats and onto their feet. The cameras scroll around a little longer before focusing on Jarred Daniels and William Masters, CZW Main Commentary team.
DANIELS: The Frank Erwin Center, the setting for the sold-out CZW Volatile Day Pay-Per-View! We've already seen carnage and chaos leading up to this event in the weeks before us, CZW traveling across South America, what a month it has been but here we are now, the second PPV of the new year, and this one promises to be the biggest we have ever seen, others in the past have been big, but believe me, ladies and gentlemen, it's gonna get a whole lot bigger before the night is over!
MASTERS: That's right, Jarred, we've got Alan Fiscus and Matt Stylez going head to head in CZW's third ever Greenhouse Match!
DANIELS: Not forgetting Krimzon Blaze FINALLY getting his hands on former President Jesse Montana in a ladder match, with some HUGE stipulations. Will Blaze get a World Heavyweight Championship shot? Or are we about to see the end of the Aerial Specialist's CZW career?
MASTERS: My guess would be the latter. And, speaking of the World Heavyweight Championship, Eric Collum will be defending his title for the first time in tonight's main event, taking on Feast or Famine jackpot winner, Eddie Rowan!
The screen cuts back to inside the arena, where the ring is set and ready for the next contest.
DANIELS: But for now-
Suddenly, the lights go out, plunging the arena into darkness.
DANIELS: -Oh, wait a second..
After a few seconds, the opening riff to "Rebel Rebel" by David Bowie begins to play, as the crowd erupts. A series of pink spotlights flash on and off, until the drums kick in, and El Pablo steps out onto the stage, drawing another huge cheer.
DANIELS: The Five Star Superstar is in attendance!
MASTERS: Oh, what is HE doing here? He doesn't have a match!
DANIELS: That's true, El Pablo is not booked to compete tonight, a fact that surprised many CZW fans. In fact, this is the first Pay-Per-View in CZW history where El Pablo HASN'T been involved, although we are lucky enough to kick off the show with El Pablo making an appearance.
MASTERS: No wonder it's shaping up to be the best Pay-Per-View in CZW history!
EP takes his time playing up to the fans, showing off his new look with gusto. When he feels the moment is suitably savored, he steps to the top of the ramp, and thrusts his arms out, causing a huge wall of pink and green pyro to explode from the CombatTron behind him.
DANIELS: Well.. I don't think that's ENTIRELY accurate..
MASTERS: Are you saying this ISN'T gonna be one of the best Pay-Per-Views in CZW history?
El Pablo charges down the ramp, and dives THROUGH the ropes, rolling across the ring. He gets up, and ascends the turnbuckle, tugging on his boas and making the "X" symbol with his arms.
DANIELS: Well.. no.. I..
MASTERS: Well?
DANIELS: It's incidental, dammit!
After a few seconds, El Pablo turns and flops down off the turnbuckle, bouncing off the ropes. He staggers over to Jenny Jacobs, who hands him her microphone. El Pablo raises it above his head as the music fades out, circling the ring as the fans continue to applaud. Eventually, the noise dies down, and EP puts the mic to his lips.
EL PABLO: Austin, Texas.. and indeed, the US of A.. WELCOME BACK.. TO THE EL.. PABLO.. EXPERIENCE!!!
Another huge pop from the crowd.
EL PABLO: And indeed, I'm sorry to say, this is the closest you people are gonna get to an El Pablo Experience here tonight.
A dramatic shift, as the fans now start booing EP's lack of involvement in tonight's event.
EL PABLO: But.. I'm not here to bitch and moan about not being booked, that ain't my style. What I AM here to do.. is address a certain incident that took place on last week's edition of CZW Unleashed.
Now Tom White.. host, compere, mu'a'f**kin' MC, whatever you wanna call yourself.. I saw your interview with World Heavyweight Champion Eric Collum.. and I've gotta say, on the whole, you did a great job! Gripping, informative, educational, everything a good interview should be. BUT.. there was one little bit.. that I feel I must draw your attention to...
EP motions to the Combattron, which flickers into life, showing an excerpt from said interview.
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Tom: Sound reasoning, and now, to end things off, in just one week you have your first title defence. There seems to be a curse since Jesse Montana held the title, and no one has passed their first defence. How do you intend on beating the odds?
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The scene cuts back to the ring.
EL PABLO: Now, Tom, I can appreciate that you're new to the company.. heck, perhaps you're new to the industry as a whole.. but, erm, if you REALLY wanna make it as a professional interviewer, you might wanna be a bit more thorough in your research...
The Combattron flickers into life once more, now showing footage from El Pablo's match against Ronnie McNeil on the November 14th edition of Overdrive.
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Slowly, Ronnie gets up, pulling EP up to his feet. He nails him with a hard forearm shot, staggering him, and EP retaliates with a hard right hand! Ronnie now dazed, and he throws another forearm! Again EP takes the shot, and again he retaliates! The fans start to stomp and cheer loudly as the two begin to slug it out in the center of the ring! EP nails Ronnie and sends him reeling against the ropes. Ronnie comes back and EP meets him with a kick!
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!*
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The camera cuts back to the ring.
EL PABLO: Oh no no no, don't cut back to me just yet, there's more!
The Tron comes back, now showing footage of the Collateral Damage Pay-Per-View, where El Pablo took on Maynard O'Toole and Ronnie McNeil in a triple-threat match.
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Maynard is back up, and turns to Ronnie... who nails him with the Flawless!! That high angled cutter out of nowhere, but Ronnie is too groggy to capitalize! All three men are now laid out in the ring. Ronnie is the first to stir, and he pulls himself up with the ropes. EP has now done the same. Ronnie goes to cover Maynard, but before even a one count EP has slammed down on Ronnie's back. He slowly picks him up and throws him to the ropes with all his might. Ronnie on the rebound, and EP pushes up.. PABLO SLAM!!"
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MASTERS: "But again, all three men laid out on the mat! No one can capitalize! Maynard begins to stir now, and rolls over... he's draped an arm over EP!"
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COLLUM: "Amazing."
DANIELS: "This is insane. This is a mad house. This is one of the best matches I've seen!"
COLLUM: "Don't get too carried away there, again, -I'M- not in this match!"
DANIELS: "No, you're not. All three men are laid out again. Maynard slowly gets up first. He grabs EP, and sets him up. Power bomb... no, OPIATE! OPIATE!!!"
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MASTERS: "BUT AGAIN, the executor is too out of it to take advantage of that devastating move! AGAIN all three men are laid out in the ring! Dear God! Alan is going crazy at ringside, shouting for Maynard to get up."
DANIELS: Wait, he has his arm draped over Ronnie!
MASTERS: WHO DOES?!
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DANIELS: HE WON IT…HE WON IT!
MASTERS: WHO?!
Inside the ring, Ronnie McNeil was laid out, and one man managed to get their arm over Ronnie, and that man was…
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TOWERS: THE WINNER AND STILL CZW WORLD CHAMPION…THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR…EL PABLO!
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The camera once again cuts back to the ring, El Pablo apparantly happier to be back on screen this time.
EL PABLO: So you see, Mr White.. I managed to make it through not one, but TWO title defences before losing my belt! So I think.. what you meant to say when you said "there has been a curse since Jesse Montana held the title, how do you intend on beating it?" was, "Maynard O'Toole flattered to decieve as World Heavyweight Champion, how do you intend to avoid suffering a similar fate, and enjoy the same sort of success as El Pablo, the SECOND longest-reigning World Heavyweight Champion in CZW history?"!
The crowd pops in agreement.
EL PABLO: So Tom, my helpful, constructive advice to you.. do your research.. pay a little bit more attention.. or else I might have to pay you and your friends at Unleashed a little visit, mm'kay?
El Pablo pauses for a few moments, grinning at the camera.
EL PABLO: Now, with that all said and done, onto tonight's festivities, and I can see it being a very good night for Team XTC. First of all.. my fellow Mexican Jumping Bean, Krimzon Blaze will make it 2 out of 2 for XTC against Hannah Montana, and earn himself a shot at the CZW World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd pops big-stylee in support for The Aerial Specialist.
EL PABLO: And then, to top things off.. Ace King, my MAIN MAN, the.. "leader".. of Team XTC, will exact his revenge on The Jackal and Matt Covey, and walk out of Austin the CZW Intercontinental Champion!
Another, even bigger pop for the other half of The Five Star Gamblers.
EL PABLO: Oh.. before I go.. a little message for our FORMER President and his lapdog. I assume you're watching right now.. you know I'm here.. If EITHER of you decides to come out and get involved in the other's match.. you'll find yourselves caught right in the crosshairs, dead-set on a collision course for a rootin'-tootin'.. EL.. PABLO.. EXPERIENCE!!!
The crowd erupts again as El Pablo turns to leave. However, he stops just short of the ropes, and looks back at the camera.
EL PABLO: Oh, and THAT.. Buckaroos.. is a FIVE.. STAR.. GUARANTEE!!!
"Rebel Rebel" begins to play again, and El Pablo finally does leave the ring, stepping through the ropes and down to the floor.
DANIELS: Battle lines drawn here on Volatile Day, El Pablo telling Jesse and Jackal that he won't tolerate any underhand tactics on their part this evening!
MASTERS: Pfft, what's he gonna do? Jesse left him flat on his back in the ring last week, he could easily do it again!
DANIELS: El Pablo DID win that match though, William.
MASTERS: With a lucky roll-up, yes.
DANIELS: Hey, one man's luck is another man's brilliant ring awareness!
El Pablo applauds the fans as he makes his way up the ramp, and thumbs his chest before stepping through the curtain and out of shot.
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-=- Last Man Standing (Winner gets a shot at the IC Title) -=-
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Daniels: Welcome everyone to the opening contest in what looks set to be one of the best PPVs in CZW history. This bout is between The Whole Damn Shows Big Nasty and ‘The Outlaw’ Buck Evans and is a Last… Man… Standing match!
Masters: That’s right, and with the extra added incentive that the winner will earn themselves a shot at CZWs Intercontinental Championship, of course who will be holding that belt remains to be seen.
Daniels: Yes, we’ll all find that out as Ace King, Matt Covey and the current champion Karl Jackson do battle over the gold later tonight. Back to right now, however, and I really don’t think these two need that extra incentive to get it on here tonight
Masters: That’s true, ever since Nasty picked a winning side instead of sticking with the dead end boys Damage and Buck…
Daniels: WAIT, stop the presses, did you just utter a word AGAINST Damage?
Masters: He’s retired, it doesn’t matter, Brian is a GENIUS, we know this
Daniels: That’s more like it
Masters: Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted. Buck was out on injury when Nasty went the way of the wise, and it seems ‘The Outlaw’ took exception to this, and upon his return made a beeline for the Nasty man…
Daniels: …And ever since these two have been battling on and off!
Masters: Thanks for finishing my sentence there Daniels, not sure I could have polished that one off without you
Daniels: Shut up, I can’t help it, I’m just so excited, well, looks like we’ve not long to wait now…
A man appears at the top of the stage with a bulky electro-acoustic guitar around his neck, he steps off to the side an starts tapping his feet on the stage. The crowd pick up the rhythm and starts clapping in time as he picks out a few bars. The crowd, in immediate recognition, start whooping and cheering, while keeping in time with the music. A second man steps out with a snare drum hooked over his head and a headphone mic on. He starts playing the drum along with the crowd and singing…
Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Tryin to make a livin and doin the best I can.
And when its time for leavin,
I hope you’ll understand,
That I was born a ramblin man.
Buck Evans steps out from behind the curtain and the crowd, forgetting all about keeping rhythm start clapping like crazy for the deep south hero. Buck smiles and moves over to the duo playing away and starts two-stepping and laughing as the crowd laugh with him and cheer louder, with a few wolf whistles thrown in for good measure.
Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin down highway 41.
Buck makes his way down the ramp as Jenny Jacobs enters the ring, mic in hand
Jenny: And now, entering the ring, weighing in at two hundred and eighty seven pounds… he is The Outlaw…
The cheers raise
Jenny:.. BUCK… EVANS!!!
The crowd reach fever pitch as he steps into the ring
Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Tryin to make a livin and doin the best I can.
And when its time for leavin,
I hope you’ll understand,
That I was born a ramblin man.
The crowd calm down as the lights suddenly dim down low and the musicians walk of stage. The screen shows three distinctive letters
W…. D…. S!
The crowd are caught between cheering and booing. Truly a mixed reaction as Buck looks to the top of the ramp
We are the new breed
We are the future
We are the new breed
We are the future
We are immune to life itself
Cold rules of reality
We are immune to life itself
Cold rules of reality
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
Big Nasty steps out on the ramp as the lights flicker dim to bright rapidly, he looks down at Buck and raises a hand in the air, screaming out as he does so. Fireworks explode around the Combatron from top to bottom, ending with three big explosions on stage either side of the big man. The lights return to normal as he starts his walk down the ramp
We have control of destiny
We have control of what's to be
We have control of destiny
We have control of what's to be
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten
New breed, new breed
New breed, new breed
Jenny: And the opponent, weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds…. The Living Legend….. BIG… NASTY!
Daniels: Well this should be quite a competition, just to remind the people at home Nasty and Evans come in at six foot eleven and six foot seven respectively. So the usually dominating buck is giving up both height AND weight to Nasty. But as we’ve seen before this doesn’t slow down Buck, who’s training regime as with all the men, includes lifting above their weight. So Nasty may realise that it’s not going to be as much of an advantage as it looks.
Masters: Please! Nasty dominates in every way, when both men are blown up it’s going to be Buck that’s more affected.
Daniels: Well, unbelievably you have a point, meaning that Evans has to be thinking about going in fast and hard to gain an edge. Looks like we’re ready to get this match underway
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The two men don’t make a move, instead intent to stare into each others eyes.. Intensity is etched into Bucks face, furious animosity into Nastys. Nasty rolls his head in a circle, his neck cracking in the process, then loosens off his shoulders by shrugging them. Buck simply moves a leg back, looking ready to pounce. The atmosphere is thick and the crowd feel a buzz of excitement, waiting for the two men to start… Suddenly they burst into action, and Buck and Nasty tie up, and start jockeying for position. Buck starts leading Nasty back, but Nasty applies the brakes and fights against it, leading Buck back. The crowd start cheering on Buck as he too manages to stop and fight back. They both break and look at each other.
Daniels: Well a test of strength there that didn’t separate these two in any way
They hook up once more, Nasty kicks out to break the hold and sends Buck into the ropes, ready to clothesline him on the return, but Buck ducks and bounces off the other side as Nasty turns to see Buck raise his leg, going for a big boot. Nasty is one step ahead too though as he manages to sidestep it, Buck coming to a halt. Both men stop and stare once more as the crowd go nuts.
Masters: Well, loathed as I am to admit it, looks like the competition so far is straight down the middle. Give it time though, I’m sure Evans is in for a ‘Nasty surprise’
Daniels: My god, is your second job making jokes for Christmas crackers
Masters: Thanks for shitting on that Jarred
Daniels: My pleasure Masters, well, it looks like they’re going in for the tie up again
Indeed the two hulking giants have tied back up, Buck this time more of the aggressor as he takes Nasty into a hammer lock, wrenching the move in. Nasty tries to reach behind him to break the hold, but to no avail, finally Buck goes into a headlock, and tries to take him down, but Nasty pushes Buck off and reaches out for Bucks neck, lifting into a reverse suplex… But Buck twists out and lands on his feet, facing Nastys back.
Nasty releases with a back elbow as he turns to face Evans, catching his opponents jaw. Buck reels back, but gets a forearm up to stop the blows that Nasty starts to rain down. Buck knocks Big Nastys arm out of the way and starts to release a few shots of his own, as the crowd cheer him on.
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Daniels: But he STILL manages to land in his feet
Masters: Of course he does, Evans will have to try a lot harder to get that man down
Daniels: Well remember, Nasty hasn’t got Buck down either
Masters: That’s just a matter of time though. Look at Nasty staring a hole through Buck, man, you can feel the heat from here.
Daniels: And it looks like Nasty is refusing to get back in, instead inviting Buck to the outside. Buck looks to these fans, who all roar their approval. He’s smart though, getting out the other side of the ring so Nasty can’t take advantage of the distraction.
Masters: He’s a pussy, that’s all.
Both men eye each other across the ring as they step round the ringposts, standing across the now clear path. They run towards one another and both try a shoulder tackle at the same time. Bouncing off each other they hold their shoulders and swing their arms before once again going into a tie up
Daniels: No, Buck ducks the tie and spins Nasty round, irish whipping him to the barrier, he runs in with a knee… but Nasty moves! Buck smacking his knee off of that barrier and now hobbling around, trying to get the feeling back, wincing after the impact. He climbs back into the ring, to give himself a second, but Nasty is already back in after him.
Nasty throws a punch. Blocked. Buck throws one back. Blocked. The crowd cheer and boo in succession as both men try to punch their opponent, hoping to gain the momentum.
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Daniels: Buck taking the upper hand and punching Nasty into the turnbuckle. But wait! Nasty grabs Buck by the throat with both of his huge shovel like hands and lifts him up as he turns, throwing Buck into the turnbuckle instead
Nasty unloads with a flurry of punches to Bucks ribs, and Buck, try as he might, can’t block them as they are coming in with such veracity. He ends with a huge uppercut that lifts Buck off his feet, but he lands standing, albeit holding the turnbuckle for support. Nasty has ran to the other side of the ring… and comes in with a HUGE body splash…
Masters: SHIT, Buck moves, my mans sternum being crushed by his own momentum
Daniels: But he still isn’t down, both men holding onto the ropes on their prospective sides, trying to shake the cobwebs off… wait a minute… YOUR man?
Masters: I didn’t mean it in that way… I’m not you, I meant the obvious victor, the man that’s in the right, that’s the man I root for.
After a few seconds both men are back at it again, a lock up, into a front headlock from Nasty, who tries to lift Buck for a spike, Buck punches out, sets his feet back down, Nasty tries again, lifting Buck high…. Buck punches out once more, setting his feet back on terra firma. He punches again… and again… Nasty releases the headlock and the two men break it off once more. The crowd cheering wildly as they stare at each other, both men unsure where to go
Daniels: Well both these men haven’t given an inch, I mean how are either going to win a last man standing match if neither can get the other even off their feet!?
Masters: True, we’ve yet to see a man hit the mat yet.
Daniels: But that hasn’t detracted from the match at all, if anything I’m even more excited to see how this one is going to play out.
Masters: You’re not the only one, listen to these fans
COME ON EVANS (clap clap clapclapclap)
COME ON NASTY (clap clap clapclapclap)
Daniels: Yes it seems even Nasty has garnered a good following, well looks like these men are going to go at it again
Both men have ran to opposite ropes, coming in with shoulder blocks… Both men standing, adjacent ropes, again a shoulder block, again no one goes down. With a flash of anger Nasty brings his hand back and slaps it around Bucks neck, but Buck is quick to react and gut kicks Nasty, breaking the hold. Buck then applies a double underhook, hoping to hit his DDT, but Nasty LIFTS Buck up, Buck clutching in that underhook so he doesn’t fall on his head. Nasty backs up towards the ropes and falls back on them, forcing Buck to release his arms and fall to the outside
Daniels: Buck twists in midair… AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Shakily though, his knees nearly giving out on him. But he regains control and slaps his hands angrily on the apron
Buck starts shouting and put his hands on his hips as he circles the ring, Nasty inside with a snide smile on his face.
Masters: This match could take up all the airtime we have at this rate, we’re now hitting the ten minute mark and neither man has went down… though Evans very nearly did there
Daniels: They both very nearly have on more than one occasion. Eying each other up once more, this time Buck on the outside, nearing our table now… what’s he doing?…Ha, well Buck seems to have picked up the aggression stakes and grabbed the ring announcers chair. He’s folded it up and is circling the ring once more.
Nastys eyes narrow and he has a look of contempt on his face as he stares at Buck looking for a way to get in with that chair. After realising that the match is getting close to stalemate he himself rolls out of the ring. Buck starts running for him, chair high overhead, he swings it round… but Nasty ducks, and Evans hits only air.
Daniels: HAYMAKER from Nasty, Buck drops the chair and reels, but still not down… the falls against the barricade… Nasty runs in….. Buck counters, backdropping Nasty into the crowd. NASTY’S DOWN! NASTY’S DOWN!
The crowd ran for cover as the near seven foot behemoth came crashing down on the concrete. Buck looking over with a huge smile as the crowd start chanting for him
BUCK! BUCK! BUCK!
He climbs over the barricade as Nasty, looking more angry than he has all night, gets up. They start trading blows in the crowd, working their way through. Buck lands a perfect hook, sending Nasty back a few steps, he retaliates by coming in with a big boot
Daniels: OH MY GOD! One of the audience is down!
Masters: Ha, go Nasty, let’s look at that again
The scene replays, as Nasty brings his boot up, a young girl wearing a cowboy hat and a t-shirt reading ‘Don’t Buck with Evans’ jumps in front of her hero, taking the full force of Nastys size 18 boot to her face, blood splatters on the ground, and her nose looks collapsed.
Daniels: Damn, get some help down there, this here is why they shouldn’t go into the crowd
Masters: Hey, blame your man Buck for that
Daniels: He is not ‘my man’ and neither man should be in there
Buck is down at the girl, checking on her state, and he looks up at Nasty, who just grins. Buck lets out a scream of anger and leaps towards Nasty, taking him down with a spear, once there he locks in a head hold and uses his free hand to swing violently and erratically at Nastys face, Nasty puts up a hand, blocking the blows. He hooks an arm around Bucks waist and throws him off, getting back to his feet and lunges after Buck, but Buck sidesteps and Nasty runs on a bit. Stopping and turning just in time to catch the running Buck by the throat.
Daniels: And he leads the choking Buck to the barricade once more… there’s no mistaking it this time… NASTY SLAM! Straight over the barricade, and the ref is over
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Daniels: And Nasty LAUNCHES himself over that barricade taking Buck straight back down
Masters: That’s something we don’t see the big man doing every day, shows you just how much he wants it. He gets up, and Evans ALREADY back to one knee, unbelievable. Nasty doesn’t notice though as he…
Daniels: C’mon Nasty, leave our table alone
Masters: Don’t you listen to him, you strip this baby and get Buck over here, in fact, I’ll help you
Daniels: William what are you… sit back down. Wait! Here comes Buck, he snuck up behind Nasty and locked him in for a german suplex.
Nasty struggles, but Buck has it locked in… Mule kick straight to Bucks groin sends him down
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But he’s back to one knee again, really having to push himself to do it. The crowd boo Nastys actions, but that doesn’t seem to phase him as he rolls back into the ring at the same time as Buck and both men get up. Nasty goes straight in with a hard elbow, then another, he hooks Bucks arm over his head and lifts him for the suplex.
Daniels: Bringing him down front first onto the ropes! Buck bounces with the momentum to the outside, right next to the ramp, and Nasty wastes no time in going out… where’s he going?…. He’s got that chair!… he runs towards the raising Buck… No! Buck dodges and Nasty drops the chair as he spins… RIGHT INTO A DOUBLE ARMED DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! Nasty… is… DOWN!
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Masters: YES! Nasty springs back up… but my god… he’s bleeding, they should stop the match, it would be unfair to continue
Daniels: What’s wrong, thinking ‘your man’ might lose
Masters: Not at all, but look at him
The blood is flowing from a hairline cut in Nastys head, he reaches up and winces, bringing back his fingers and looking at the crimson now spread there. He lets out a roar, taking aback some of the audience members close by, as he sets towards Buck.
Daniels: The two men now back to slugging it out, making their way up the ramp, Nasty kicks Buck in the stomach… JEEZUZ! He just threw him from halfway up the ramp to the space below, that has to be at least seven feet itself.
The crowd gasp as Buck makes impact, and the ref runs up the space
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Buck grabs the banister and with an exertion of energy pulls up on it fast, getting to his feet, holding his back and arching, trying to release some tension. He tries to climb back up onto the ramp, but Nasty steps on his hand, forcing him to let go. He tries again, and again Nasty stops him. Buck makes up his mind, and walks the rest of the space to the technicians bay at the end. Nasty shadows him walking up the ramp.
Masters: Buck is actually goading Nasty to come down… is he an idiot? Hasn’t he taken enough punishment? Do yourself a favour Buck, LIE…DOWN!!!
Daniels: I don’t think that’s ever going to happen. Nasty looking down now on Buck, who seems to be starting a chant
JUMP DOWN NASTY! (clap clap clapclapclap) JUMP DOWN NASTY! (clap clap clapclapclap)
Masters: Don’t be silly, Nasty is above being forced into something stupid like… oh no
Daniels: NASTY FLIES FROM THE STAGE IN A CROSSBODY… BUCK REVERSES INTO A POWERSLAM! Get your head out your hands Williams and watch this with me again
A split screen shows Nasty looking out at the crowd as they chant at him, taking a few steps back he leaps… Buck already waiting down below, the impact shakes the whole bay as Nasty is brought down in a dead smack to the concrete
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Daniels: Well it looks like this one isn’t over yet
Masters: Of course not, Nasty’s just getting started
Buck takes Nasty up into a suplex, but Nasty comes down, landing on one knee, he raises up, miraculously with a second wind, and rolls Buck up onto his shoulders
Daniels: Will we see a Nasty Bomb?
Masters: ‘Course we wil… NO! Damn, Buck jumps Nastys shoulders and runs over to the equipment, picking up a ladder. He runs towards Nasty to the delight of the fans, stupid fans I might add
Daniels: But Nasty falls and hit’s a drop toe hold, sending Buck down, crashing into the ladders. But Nasty picks Buck straight back up, it looks like he wants to make sure Evans STAYS down.
He whips Buck into the stage wall and Buck makes a hard impact on the wood, sinking to a knee, breathing heavily. Instead of following up however, Nasty instead goes to a set of folded tables and starts THROWING them up onto the entrance stage above. One, two, three, four, five. All on the stage. He then grabs the ladder and sets it up under the stage, climbing up. Buck gets his senses back and stands looking up.
Daniels: Nasty is setting those tables up, two tired, what the hell does he have planned?
Masters: The end of the match, Nasty… WATCH OUT!!!
Nasty finishes setting up the last table just in time to receive a club to the back from Buck, who had followed Nasty up the ladder. The crowd are bringing the house down as Buck takes Nasty into a full nelson…
Daniels:… SLAM! The ref runs up and starts counting…. But Bucks telling him not to
Masters: He must have something else planned, though if you ask me it wouldn’t have mattered either way, Nasty will get back up.
Buck goes to the edge of the stage and sinks to his stomach, he leans over and just manages to grab the top of the set up ladder, dragging it to the stage. He approaches Nasty and brings the ladder down onto his sternum before going over to under the combatron and setting the ladder up.
Daniels: What does he have planned? He’s back at Nasty now, lifting him up… straight into a piledriver. Wow… c’mon Buck… let the ref count.
Even the crowd are in bemused silence as Buck picks Nasty back up
Masters: Buck LIFTS Nasty high over head, I never thought I’d see the day… Nasty, baby, wake up
Daniels: Indeed it seems like Nasty is quite gone as Buck showing amazing strength lifts Nasty up in a military press…. And rolls him onto those double stacked tables… oh god, I think I see where this is going…
Masters: What do you mea… oh…. my… god…..
Buck goes over to the set up ladder and starts to climb, eliciting a buzz from the crowd…. But he doesn’t stop there
Daniels: I WAS RIGHT! He’s actually CLIMBING the combatron, only a few feet up, but still enough to garner a huge response as this huge man turns carefully, his hands out behind him grabbing the frame, and he looks down on…. Where’s Nasty?
Masters: While everyone’s attention was on Buck Nasty rolled off the table. He’s climbing the ladder… GO NASTY!
Nasty climbs the ladder and grabs onto the frame, he starts up it, but Buck lashes out with a foot, hitting Nastys hand which loses grip.
The crowd take a collective breath as Nasty is hanging from the side of the tron. His face is wide as he looks down, scrambling to get a hold with the free hand… he gets a hold
Daniels: Buck’s CLIMBING, what the hell is he doing?
Masters: Running away, I’d say smart move, but not really, the higher he goes up the harder to get back down. At least Nasty isn’t that dum… never mind
Daniels: Yeah, you should learn to finish a sentence once in a while
Masters: Eat shit Daniels
Daniels: Don’t think you’d taste nice William, but anyway, sure enough Nasty is following Buck up the combatron. The whole arena is in silence watching, and let’s not forget, for people like Krimzon Blaze this task is what they’re built for, the energy these men are exerting just climbing is phenomenal! Added to that the fact that, as William pointed out, this just isn’t a smart move, and can’t end well.
Buck finally reaches the top of the tron, around twenty five or thirty feet up. He looks down and his face goes pale, Nasty is up straight after, he doesn’t make the same mistake though, instead heading straight for Buck, though slowly.
The crowd gasp as he throws a first. Buck looks at him in time to block the blow, which sends both of them rocking. A few screams issue from one or two watching as the men teeter on the edge of the two and a half foot depth of the frame for a second before regaining their balance. They hook up, each trying to push the other off of the combatron to the tables far below
Daniels: This is so dangerous, forgive the lack of commentary here people, believe me it’s because we’re as nervous as you about this situation. I know they hate each other, but this has went too far, they should break it up and head back down
Masters: I can’t believe I’m agreeing with you, but yeah, I don’t care about Buck, but I’m scared he’ll get in a cheap shot and send the Nasty man down.
Buck straight out headbutts Nasty and throws him onto his shoulders, signalling for the Mississippi Twister, there is still a lacklustre response as most of the audience are viewing the situation in the form of a train wreck, not wanting to look but can’t help themselves. Their attention is so focused on the drop that reacting to Bucks call is the last thing on their mind…. Buck throws Nasty up and around…
Daniels:… BUT NASTY LANDS ON HIS FEET BEHIND HIM!!!
Masters takes his hands away from his face, in which he has been deeply buried since Buck took Nasty onto his shoulders
Masters: WHAT! GREAT! I knew he could do it. Now get your big ass down from there
Big Nasty spins Buck around, nearly once again losing balance, he catches himself as the crowd ‘ooooo’ and gut kicks Buck, rolling him up into a crucifix down Nastys back….
Daniels: NO…. DON’T!!!
An eerie silence fills the arena for around three seconds, the collected breath of every single person, viewer, staff, commentator alike is held as the world slows down. Nasty takes Buck from the Combatron in a Nasty Drop, Nastys eyes are wide as he realises what he has done on the way down, looking at the tables so far below. Buck simply closes his eyes, in prayer it seems, waiting for the impact
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Daniels and Masters: SHIT!
Daniels: They’re dead, they’re all dead!
Some of the crowd start crying audibly as three men lie in a crumpled mess on the stage, surrounded by wooden debris. There is no movement, there is no count
Daniels: The referee was too close to the tables, he just had these two men and collapsed tables land on him. There will be no count, there will, however, be emergency medical technicians, who are arriving on the scene as we speak… we will not be showing a reply of that fall. Not until we find out exactly how these men are. As the technicians work we’ll…. I don’t know… what the hell am I doing? I’m going up there to see how they are.
Masters: Yeah… erm… okay, well until Daniels comes back we’ll take a look forward to tonight, next up we have the T.V triple threat match… yeah… this match… three men… T.V…. Collum let go… I’m sorry, give me a minute.
Masters also takes off his head set and starts up the ramp just as Daniels is starting back down, they whisper together and Daniels shakes his head. Masters nods and the two head back to their posts.
Daniels: Well, there is good news and bad news the good news is the two men are conscious, and might actually be okay, though they are being taken to a nearby hospital to be checked out. The bad news is two fold. Firstly Buck and Nasty are mainly okay because the ref is not. He is in serious condition and is being taken away as we speak in an emergency trip to the hospital. I seen him, and it was unlike anything I have ever seen before. It was blatantly obvious that his career is over. What a way to go. And the second of the bad news is that, naturally, this is the end of the match, it will go no further. I for one wish everyone involved the bes…. What is going on? Is that…. Is that Michael K Farley? IT IS! What the hell is he doing out here, we haven’t seen him since the days of Assault. He’s grabbing a mic and getting in the ring… I don’t get it.
Farley: Woah woah woah! I didn’t see a damn count, where the hell do you think you are taking them?
The E.M.Ts at the top look down and point at the two men on stretchers, the ref has already been taken away, and shrug as if this makes their point.
Farley: NO! I SET UP THIS DAMN MATCH AND IT WILL DAMN WELL END ON A TEN COUNT!
Daniels: He set up this match? Wait.. Does that mean…
Masters: Farley is the president of Unleashed!
Farley: So you wheel their asses down here, unhook them from the trolleys, RRRRRooooolllll them in the ring and finish this.
Daniels: He can’t be serious, they are done, they need to be checked out. This is nuts, they can’t possibly… THEY ARE ACTUALLY ROLLING THEM DOWN HERE!
The E.M.Ts, looking extremely caught, unhook them and roll them into the ring, both men hardly moving.
Farley: Now get a damn ref down here.
Michael leaves the ring and stands at the side. A referee runs down and immediately starts to count, hoping as everyone else to get this over quick
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The crowd blow the roof off of the arena, Masters can barely be heard screaming over chants for Nasty, Buck and the whole match
Masters: But there’s no pins!
Daniels: That doesn’t matter, it broke the count! They are both back in this, and look at Farley on the outside
Farley has a huge smile on his face, knowing the match will go the distance
Buck has got to one knee, he looks around extremely disorientated, after a few seconds the reaction of the crowd seems to bring him around. Though he looks extremely worn. He grabs Nasty by the hair and lifts him up. Bringing his arm back he releases with a punch, staggering Big Nasty back… and another…and another
Masters: Nasty blocks! Thiers life in him yet.
Sure enough Nasty has blocked the blow, Buck throws again, and again Nasty blocks, he throws Buck onto the ropes and grabs him in a spinebuster on the return…connected! But Buck manages to lock his huge legs around Nastys waist so he can’t get back up and starts throwing hard rights to Nastys cut, which has stopped flowing… but not anymore, the cut opens back up, but Buck doesn’t stop, faster and faster he hit’s the blows until eventually Nastys blood is falling on him. He then releases the hold and gets back to his feet as the ref counts
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Daniels: But it looks like Nasty has seen red!
Masters: That was tasteless
Daniels: You know what I meant, he has sprung back up, the blood flowing free and fast
The anger in Nastys eyes is evident as he wipes the thick blood from them. He looks across the ring at Buck and flies towards him, taking him down with a hard clothesline, not waiting he goes straight to the turnbuckle and RIPS off the cover, exposing the steel ring below.
Masters: Looks like he has murder in mind, Buck better watch out, this one’s gonna soon be over
Daniels: It should already be over, after surviving a thirty foot fall through tables they should be dead, not still in this ring battling it out. It’s nothing short of amazing… stupid… but amazing
Nasty grabs Buck back up and drags him to the turnbuckle, grabbing Bucks hair Nasty pulls his head back, and releases forward so quick and with so much force that Buck can’t stop it
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Nasty pulls back again
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The crowd are reacting like they are the ones being hurt with every blow
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Bucks eyebrow is busted
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The skin droops slightly, the cut is so wide
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The adrenaline coursing through Nastys body is causing his blood to pour faster too, Both men are a mess of red
SMAC…in a last ditch effort Buck manages to drive an elbow hard into Nastys ribs, forcing him to stop the onslaught. Evans turns, his eyebrow almost looks like it’s hanging off. He runs to Nasty and kicks him in the ribs, making him double up in pain, Buck lifts Nasty into a Mississippi twister…
Masters: NO! Nasty struggles free and slaps his hand around Bucks neck, he backs up and starts walking up the turnbuckle backwards.
Daniels: And his grip is so tight on Bucks neck he has no choice to follow
Both men are drenched in each others blood, the crowd has reached fever point as both men balance atop the turnbuckle, Nasty goes to lift Buck for the Legendary Slam…
Daniels: Buck kicks him and lifts him onto his shoulders from that precarious position… erm… Masters
Masters: Yeah?
Daniels: JUMP!
Both announcers dive for cover and Buck comes sailing from the turnbuckle in a Mississippi Twister
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STRAIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! The ref runs over as the two men are down, finally looking spent, not moving after the second extreme impact of the night.
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Daniels: It’s all over, it’s a draw… it’s a draw, both men got counted down, and Farley is getting back in the ring as the fans cheers turn to boo’s at him.
Farley: Wait wait WAIT!
The fans calm
Farley: Please… don’t boo, you see, you may think me harsh, but I knew these men deserved to finish this, and let’s face it… they put on one hell of a show
At this the fans start cheering again, the loudest of the night
Farley: I wanted Unleasheds first Pay Per View event to be the be one of the best of the night, and by god I picked the correct men to get that job done
The fans start mixing as chants of Buck and Nasty go up at the same time
Farley: And as these men went to the count like I asked… well, what do YOU think I should do?
The crowd start chanting
I…C…TITLE! I..C…TITLE! Farley laughs a little
Farley: I do believe you’re right, okay… Nasty… Buck, look at me.
Both men, still down, nevertheless turn their heads, though it can’t be said whether they are copas mentas enough to take anything in
Farley: Both have you have gave it your ALL tonight, and I do believe that… BOTH OF YOU have earned a shot at that title. And I bet that the three men back their tonight who have to compete for that belt KNOW that the winner is in for a hell of a fight against you two. So, medics, get in there, cause I know there’s some stitching needing done, and guys, listen to this crowd cheer for you. Because both have you have earned it
Daniels: Well indeed, the medics are in front of us right now to help these men to the back, both men are bleeding and beaten. Maybe Farley was a little selfish in his desire for it to continue, but you have to admit, the show they gave us was worth it all.
The crowd go absolutely nuts as Nasty and Buck refuse stretchers and are helped to the back by medics, walking on their own two feet. At the top of the ramp Buck just manages to turn, and through the crimson mess, flashes a smile before his knees almost go and he leans once more on the technician and goes behind the curtain.
Daniels: Well it cannot be denied that they gave it their all, the crowd loved it. But we still didn’t see a definite winner. Will their next meeting involving the I.C champ conclude in the same, or will Buck finally get that elusive win over Big Nasty. Either way, this has been THE best opening contest to a Pay Per View I think I have ever seen. Rather than over shadow Volatile Day though, it just makes me eager to see more. I can’t WAIT for the T’V title triple threat. Mike King versus Ronnie McNeil. And will Brian Blaze choose to be in that match too? Or will he stick with his demented partner Mortius and take on Total Mayhem? We find out, after this…
The camera pulls out to see the announce table, still shattered in front of the announcers, and the tables still shattered at the top of the stage.
RL:I'm here in the back getting some last words about the combat X Title match with The Reaper Brian Kirkland.
BK:Last words huh? don't you think you're sounding a little grim, Ryan?
RL:Maybe so, but like you said this is gonna be one of the most brutal matches on the card and I just wanted to get some thoughts
BK:Well what more is there to say that hasen't been--
Kirkland is cut off by the sound of clapping, the camera pans to the left and we can now see former CZW wrestler, K.C .Kash.
K.C:Well well well, looks whos got a big title rematch.
BK:Kash, what the hell are you doing here?
K.C:I'm just here trying to figure out why you are even in CZW and why I'm sitting at home most of the time. I mean I've always been better than you and I know I'm better than you now.
BK:You're better than me? Then explain to me why I'm the one that still has a contract and you got let go.
K.C:Simple, Everyone were afraid I'd overshadow them.
BK:Right, well you can go back to..whatever it is you do, I've got a title match to win.
K.C:Hold up for a sec, since you wanna get rid of me so bad I'll make you a deal.
BK:Shoot.
K.C:Well since you like to rub that contract and title match in my face I say we do this, if you win tonight I'll go away forever, I'll never even attend a CZW show.
BK:Sounds good
K.C:BUT, if you lose I get to serve out the rest of your contract here and untill its up you are banned from CZW. Deal?
BK:Well since I know I'm gonna win, its a deal.
Brian turns and walks off.
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-=- Triple Threat For The Vacant CZW World Television Title -=-
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Jarred Daniels: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time to crown a new World Television Champion!
William Masters: Alright, Daniels, don't wet yourself.
Jarred Daniels: Can you blame me for being excited? If that last match was any indication of what we can expect throughout the rest of the night, then I think this is going to be one of the most successful pay per view events in CZW history!
William Masters: Well, I suppose I can't argue with you on that one, Jarred.
Jarred Daniels: Exactly. Well folks, our announce table has luckily been replaced, and the debris has been cleared from the stage. I tell ya William, the action we've already seen here tonight has really set the stage for the rest of the evening.
William Masters: There's no doubt that that Last Man Standing match between Buck Evans and Big Nasty was one for the ages. Blah blah blah. Could we please move on to what's in front of us?
Jarred Daniels: Alright, alright, fine. Sheesh, crabby pants.
"Won't Back Down" by Fuel hits the public address system and Mike King walks out onto the stage to a small "pop" from the crowd.
Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Triple Threat match and is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the CZW World Television Championship! Introducing first, from Buckeye, Arizona, weighing in at 210 pounds...he is "Badd Company", MIKE KING!
The crowd continues to cheer for the former Hardcore Champion as he slowly makes his way down to the ring, tagging some of the hands of the fans in the front rows on his way down the ramp. He climbs the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes, then paces around in the ring, bouncing off the ropes as he awaits his opponent...or opponents?
Jarred Daniels: You know, I think I'm going to go with Mike King to walk away with this one in the bag.
William Masters: Are you kidding me? Mike King?
Jarred Daniels: What? The guy is a former Hardcore Champion! Not to mention a former World Tag Team Champion!
William Masters: Exactly. Former.
"King of My World" by Saliva blares over the speakers in the arena and Ronnie McNeil walks out onto the stage to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos from the crowd.
Jessica Towers: Introducing next, from Birmingham, Alabama...weighing in at 260 pounds...The One Man Show, RONNIE MCNEIL!
William Masters: Now this guy! I think it's about time for Mr. McNeil to get some gold back around that waist. And if you really want to go with a former champion, why not a former TV Champion?
Ronnie McNeil bounces around from side to side on the stage, his hooded vest covering his face. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the booing fans in the nearby rows of seats. He slowly makes his way up the steps and into the ring before standing up on the middle rope, motioning that he's going to put gold around his waist. He steps down and walks over to a corner, keeping his eyes on Mike King, before taking off his hooded vest.
Jarred Daniels: Well, this is it, moment of truth! Is Brian Blaze going to go through with this title match, or is he going to wait until later on and help out his tag team partner, Mortius?
William Masters: He'd better show up right now! He didn't even want to be in a tag team with Mortius, they were forced into it by Jesse Montana!
Jarred Daniels: But you can't argue the maniacal sense of success the two of them have had since becoming a team, Masters.
William Masters: No, but you can't argue the fact that Brian Blaze is just as selfish as the rest of us. I think we'll see him right about...now!
The referee, the fans, and even Mike King and Ronnie McNeil all look up at the stage, waiting with bated breath. After a few moments, nothing happens. The referee shrugs and turns toward the timekeeper. Just as he signals for the bell to be rung, "Let Me Entertain You" blares over the P.A. system.
William Masters: I knew it! He chose solo action!
Jarred Daniels: Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't slightly disappointed. But I guess that means Mortius is going to have to go it alone later tonight against Total Mayhem!
William Masters: Sucks for him, Daniels. Sucks for him.
Jessica Towers: And now, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 220 pounds...he is a two time Ultraviolent Awards winner...Mr. Entertainment, BRIAN BLAZE!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction, with quite a fair amount of boos, as Brian Blaze makes his way down to the ring. Nonetheless, he ignores them and remains focused on his match as he enters the ring, keeping his eyes glued on Ronnie McNeil and Mike King. As the lighting returns to normal and the music dies down, the referee now turns and signals for the official start of the match.
Jarred Daniels: And here we go!
Brian Blaze wastes no time in running over and kicking Ronnie McNeil in the gut, quickly whipping him into the ropes. McNeil rebounds but his chance at a quick turn of offense is spoiled by a swift kick to the chin of Blaze, courtesy of Mike King! McNeil puts on the brakes and turns his attention toward King, throwing a couple of rights and lefts and backing him into the corner. By this time, Blaze has made it back to his feet and has joined the two of them in the corner of the ring. Blaze and McNeil quickly put together a double-team offense on Mike King, whipping him into the opposite corner. Blaze then whips McNeil across the ring after him, and Ronnie connects with a big body splash on King. Blaze follows closely behind but is met with a devastating clothesline from Ronnie McNeil!
Jarred Daniels: And Ronnie showing that there can be no teamwork here in this Triple Threat match.
William Masters: How ironic.
Jarred Daniels: What is?
William Masters: Well, Blaze chose to compete in this match rather than the tag team match. He turned on his partner, Mortius. How fitting that now Ronnie McNeil should show Brian Blaze the same treatment.
Mike King comes out of the corner, kicking Ronnie in the gut and lifting him up for a suplex. Ronnie reverses in mid-air and uses his momentum on the way back down to hit a counter suplex on King. Ronnie stays on the offensive and quickly locks in a headlock on the facedown Brian Blaze. He keeps the headlock intact as he stands to his feet, bringing Blaze up with him. Just as he reaches his feet, he quickly drops right back down with a DDT, planting Blaze's skull into the mat.
Jarred Daniels: Nice wrestling there by Ronnie McNeil, keeping the sleeper locked in to cut off the blood flow longer, before dropping Blaze on his head.
As McNeil gets back to his feet, King quickly comes in and kicks his legs out from under him from behind. He has no time to further his attack, however, as Brian Blaze quickly runs up from behind, jumping on his back and dragging him down to the mat, locking in a sleeper hold with a body grapevine applied. Ronnie jumps back to his feet and drops an elbow on both Blaze and King. Blaze stands up and swings a wild right fist at McNeil, who dodges under his arm. They both spin around and Blaze is met with yet another DDT from McNeil. McNeil goes for a pin count.
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William Masters: Ronnie is going to have to use more than a couple of DDT's to put this one away!
Ronnie scrambles to his feet and is hit out of nowhere by a quick superkick from Mike King! Ronnie stumbles backward and tumbles head over heels. Just as King goes to attack McNeil again, he is the one blindsided this time by a German Suplex from Blaze! Ronnie McNeil now runs back into the picture and nails Blaze from behind with a bulldog! McNeil stays on the offensive by locking in a camel clutch on Brian Blaze. Mike King comes running toward them, but McNeil sees him and jumps up at the last second, nailing King with a DDT.
Jarred Daniels: Nice heads up by Ronnie McNeil there.
Ronnie then grabs the legs of Mike King and locks in a Figure Four Leg Lock, which is quickly broken up by Brian Blaze. Blaze lifts McNeil to his feet and takes another swing at him, but Ronnie ducks again, lifting Blaze up onto his shoulders and quickly dropping back with a Samoan Drop. King jumps up and hits Ronnie in the mouth with a hard forearm, backing him into a corner. He throws a couple of kicks and hard knee lifts into Ronnie's gut before whipping him across the ring and straight into the waiting arms of Brian Blaze, who monkey flips him into the opposite corner! Ronnie hits the turnbuckles upside down and lands roughly on the back of his neck, causing him to crumple into a heap in the corner of the ring.
Jarred Daniels: Wow, that did not look pretty.
William Masters: Of course it didn't, Daniels! These men are fighting each other for the World Television Championship!
Blaze wastes no time in checking on McNeil, and instead turns his focus toward the worry stricken Mike King. He catches King off guard with a hard right to the side of the face, followed by a couple more punches. Mike King tries to retaliate, but this time it is Brian Blaze who ducks the punch. He spins around behind King and connects with a German suplex, keeping the bridge intact for the pin.
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Blaze scrambles back to his feet and locks in a Dragon sleeper on Mike King, wrenching on his neck. He keeps the hold locked in while slowly rising to his feet, then drops down with an inverted DDT! Blaze gets up and makes his way up to the top rope.
Jarred Daniels: Brian Blaze taking a page out of Ronnie McNeil's book from just a few moments ago, and it looks like it's going to pay off for him as he heads to the top rope.
William Masters: True, but Brian Blaze can't fly. What is he thinking? Get down, idiot!
Brian Blaze leaps off the top rope, nailing Mike King with a flying elbow drop! Before he has a chance to get up, however, Ronnie McNeil suddenly flies over and jumps on Brian's back, keeping him grounded with hard fists to the back of the head!
Jarred Daniels: Ronnie McNeil does not look like he's tiring at all here in the early goings.
William Masters: He'd better not be. That's when it's all over.
Ronnie gets to his feet, waiting for Blaze to do the same. Just as Blaze begins to stand up, Ronnie runs back toward him and connects with a Scissors kick! He quickly rolls over on top of Blaze and locks in a Full Nelson camel clutch! Blaze is screaming in pain as McNeil wrenches on his back and his neck. Meanwhile, Mike King has made it to his feet and is stalking Ronnie behind his back. After a few moments of agonizing torture for Blaze, McNeil seems to notice that something is amiss. He looks around the ring, realizing that the third member of this match is no longer lying where he was a moment ago. Ronnie stands up and turns around and is met with a Metallica Kick from Mike King!
William Masters: Vital mistake there, Ronnie took his eyes off of that third member in the match!
Jarred Daniels: Well I'm sure it's not exactly easy to keep your eyes on both of them at the same time throughout the entire thing!
William Masters: Oh, come off it, Daniels. Do you even remember who the last man to hold this title was?
Jarred Daniels: Of course. Eric Collum.
William Masters: Exactly. And Eric Collum is the master of the Triple Threat match, and he is also the longest reigning World Television Champion. If these guys hope to have their name engraved on that belt, then they had better start paying more attention! If Collum can do it, surely they can, too!
Jarred Daniels: You know as well as I do that that's not always the case, William.
William Masters: You're right. Collum's a God. What was I thinking comparing him to the likes of these three?
Jarred Daniels: Are you even watching the same match?! These guys are giving it their all for a chance to hold that title at the end of the night! Don't let your obsessive love for our World Champion cloud your judgement, Masters!
King wastes no time in switching his offense over to focus on Brian Blaze. He grabs Mr. Entertainment by the legs and twists them around into a sharpshooter, putting even more pressure on the already throbbing back of Brian Blaze. Blaze receives a sudden rush of adrenaline and pushes himself up onto his hands before tucking his head and rolling over, sending Mike King tumbling backward down onto the mat! Blaze rolls over to the side and wisely gets out of the ring in order to give himself some time to recuperate. Meanwhile McNeil has made it back to his feet at about the same time as Mike King. The two turn and see each other and meet in the middle of the ring to lock up with one another. After a short moment of jockeying for position, Ronnie kicks Mike in the gut and pulls him in closer before connecting with a T-Bone suplex! Ronnie looks around and sees Brian Blaze standing outside, watching the action from afar while trying to catch his breath. He taunts Brian, daring him to get back in the ring, but Brian shakes his head and waves dismissively at him. Ronnie shrugs and walks to the other side of the ring. He turns and sees Mike King up on his hands and knees. McNeil runs, leaps off the back of the kneeling Mike King, flies to the outside and nails Brian Blaze with a crossbody!
Jarred Daniels: And THAT is what makes Ronnie McNeil so dangerous! He's certainly not afraid to put his own body on the line in order to achieve his goals.
William Masters: Yeah, well, fifty bucks says he'll be singing a different tune tomorrow!
The referee is now begging the recovering McNeil and Blaze to get back inside the ring. Mike King walks over and shoves the referee out of the way as he climbs through the ropes and takes his business outside the ring as well. He kicks McNeil in the ribs a couple of times, keeping him grounded. Then, King turns his attention toward Brian Blaze. He stands back, lines up his shot, then runs and kicks Blaze in the ribs as hard as he can, lifting Blaze a few inches off the ground!
Jarred Daniels: Good Lord! Mike King is going to break his ribs like that!
William Masters: All's fair in love and war, Daniels.
Mike King looks over toward the timekeeper's table, where the TV title lies. He picks it up, looking at it with a dazed look in his eyes. He then turns and looks at both Ronnie McNeil and Brian Blaze, and a slight smile creeps over his face. He lines Ronnie up, preparing to hit him in the head with the title as soon as he turns around. Just as King sees Ronnie pull himself up on the apron, hunched over slightly, he runs. Suddenly, Ronnie turns around wielding a steel chair and absolutely flattens Mike King!
Jarred Daniels: Christ! This is turning into a hardcore match right before our eyes!
William Masters: This is CZW, Jarred, these guys ARE hardcore!
The referee is now screaming and yelling at the three men outside the ring, demanding that they get back inside the ropes. Ronnie, still holding the chair, rolls into the ring just after he sees Blaze slide gingerly into it. Ronnie waves the steel chair around like a baseball bat, waiting for Brian to turn around. The referee is begging Ronnie not to use the weapon, but Ronnie isn't listening. Ronnie swings the chair over his head and back downward, but Blaze drops to the mat! Ronnie's shot misses Blaze, hits the top rope, and the chair bounces back and hits himself in the head!
William Masters: No! Come on, Ronnie, you've got to use your head!
Jarred Daniels: I think he did!
William Masters: Oh shut up, that was terrible!
The referee kicks the chair out of the ring before checking on Ronnie to make sure he is still coherent. Blaze, meanwhile, has made it back to his feet. He looks down at Ronnie before turning and climbing up to the top turnbuckle, preparing to hit another high risk maneuver. As he waits and yells for the referee to get out of the way, Mike King has enough time to jump up on the apron and yank down on the top rope. Blaze falls straight down, racking himself on the top turnbuckle!
William Masters: Hahah! He won't be entertaining anyone tonight, that's for sure!
Mike King quickly climbs into the ring and attempts a pinfall on Ronnie McNeil.
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King has a mixed look of frustration and confusion, more than likely still recovering from that chair shot at the hands of the man he just attempted to pin. Mike King turns around just in time to see Brian Blaze fly off the top rope and hit him with a missile dropkick! Blaze scrambles back to his feet and quickly locks in a sleeper hold on Mike King. The referee is right there in King's face, asking if he would like to submit. Blaze tightens the hold around King's neck, cutting off more and more blood circulation to his brain. Out of nowhere, Ronnie McNeil runs up and hits another Scissors kick on Brian Blaze! He breaks the hold on Mike King!
King coughs and sputters, trying to catch his breath. He stands up and looks around, but as he turns he is met with leaping DDT from Ronnie! Ronnie goes for the pin!
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Ronnie rolls off of King and focuses his attention on the pesky Brian Blaze. The two of them lock up in the middle of the ring, but it is Blaze who gets the upper hand. He pulls Ronnie in and ducks under his arms, lifting him up and dropping him back down with a reverse Atomic Drop! He uses Ronnie's dazed state of mind to his advantage by hitting him next with a European uppercut. He grabs ahold of Ronnie's head and pulls him into a DDT position. He drops back for a DDT but Ronnie counters and Blaze hits the mat by himself. Ronnie wastes no time in grabbing his legs and locking in an Indian deathlock!
Out of nowhere, Mike King attacks McNeil from behind, causing him to break the hold on Blaze. King throws a few punches and elbows as McNeil turns around, backing him into a corner yet again. He lifts Ronnie up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. King then climbs the turnbuckle as well so that he is on the second rope with Ronnie on the top in a superplex position. He attempts to lift McNeil up, but Ronnie blocks the move. He pushes his way out of Mike King's grasp and throws a couple of punches before flipping over the top of King and landing on his feet on the mat. King turns around, as does Ronnie, and FLAWLESS!!!
Jarred Daniels: Wow! What a turn of events!
William Masters: It's over with now, Daniels. That is why Ronnie McNeil is the One Man Show.
Ronnie quickly crawls over and pins Mike King.
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Jarred Daniels: The show's not over yet, Masters!
Blaze and Ronnie both jump to their feet and begin trading punches. Brian whips him into the ropes, Ronnie rebounds with a clothesline, Blaze ducks. Ronnie turns around into the BLAZING ARROW!
Jarred Daniels: I may have just spoke too soon!
Blaze regains his composure and heads toward Ronnie for the pin, but Mike King has miraculously made it back to his feet! He attempts to stop Blaze from the certain pin attempt, but is met with a swift kick to the gut. Blaze lifts him up...BLAZE OF GLORY! He goes for the pin!
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Jarred Daniels: Yes! He did it! Brian Blaze is the new World Television Champion!
Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and the NEW CZW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION.....BRRRIIIIAAAN BLLLLAAAAAAAZE!
"Let Me Entertain You" hits the speakers in the arena once more, as do the mingled cheers and boos as Brian Blaze is united with his new championship title in the middle of the ring.
William Masters: That selfish son of a bitch! I hope Mortius wins those tag titles by himself, that way he can brag about having TWO titles for himself while that selfish punk Blaze only has one!
Jarred Daniels: Yes, but he does indeed have one, William! Brian Blaze is our new World Television Champion!
Brian Blaze makes his way up the ramp, pausing to show off his trophy one last time before he exits the arena while the referee tends to Ronnie and Mike. Blaze smirks atop the ramp, TV Title held high in the air, before turning and walking back through the curtain.
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-=- CZW X-Division Title Combat X Four Way Dance -=-
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During times of war…many men risked body and limb to defend their country…
Two cables, connected to metal structures rising from the four corners of the ring, cross 15 feet above the middle of the ring….in the center…the prize…
Are you willing to go the distance?
*DING DING DING*
“The Prenteder” by The Foo Fighters plays over the P.A. system, of the soldout crowd of 16,755 strong, are on their feet… a fog of blue emerges the arenas set-up…and the flights flicker a golden color. Making his way onto the stage, is “High Definition” Cage Stryker…but he is in referee’s gear…black slacks, and a striped shirt, bearing the CZW logo upon it. He points towards the logo, and then out towards his followers….Stryker bears a smile upon his face, as he slides into the ring. He asks for the microphone, from our ring announcer, Jenny Jacobs…as he lifts the object to his mouth to speak…
“High Definition” Cage Stryker: Now you see here…since I’ve staked my claim for the X Title, I have asked CZW management to be the official for this match up, that way, I can scout my competition, up close…That’s how I roll, and if you don’t know…
Crowd: NOW YOU KNOW!
“Live Forever” by Soulidium plays now, over the P.A., as “The Ripper” Bryan McNally, the number one contender for the belt, makes his way to ringside, his Feast Or Famine briefcase, in hand…he eyes Stryker, and takes a seat next to William Masters, at the commentators table.
William Masters: Well, in another surprise here, before this match even starts…we have Bryan McNally out here, right after Cage Stryker announces himself special ref for this match...How are you doing, Ripper?
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: I’m doing great, William…Hey Jarred…I heard your little “psycho” comment, last week…needless to say…I’m not amused.
Jarred Daniels: Well, I’m sorry to have offended you, Bryan…
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Just keep your mouth shut, and you’ll be fine…
Bryan places the briefcase upon the desk, as him and Stryker lock eyes… Stryker hands the microphone back to Jenny, as “Becoming The Bull" by Atreyu plays now, over the P.A…. Brian Kirkland, the former, last, and longest reigning Hardcore Champion in CZW’s history makes his way to the ring…
Jenny Jacobs: The following match, is the debut of COMBAT X! Introducing first…from Dallas, North Carolina..weighing in at 228 lbs… He is, “THE HARDCORE REAPER” BRIAN KIRKLAND!
Kirkland, makes his way to the ring, in a barrage of mixed cheers…as “"Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson plays now..as a purplish haze, envelops the arena… Mr. Killjoy, walks slowly, his head askew, eyeing the ring…more overly…the CZW X-Title hanging above it…
Jenny Jacobs: Introducing next…weighing in at 220 lbs… This is, MR. KILLJOY!
Killjoy smiles, madly, wildly…as he looks Kirkland up and down…Kirkland isn’t sure how to take to this newcomer, so he simply looks back up towards the belt..only 15 feet away…yet such a daunting task…to battle through barbed wire…
"Bullet with Buttetfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins plays now, as “The American Nightmare” Mike Monroe, another former champion in this match…makes his appearance known. He smiles, to an array of cheers from this capacity crowd. Mike, makes his way down the ramp…
Jenny Jacobs: Next… from Tiffin, Ohio..weighing in at 201 lbs… He is, “THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE!” MIKE MONROE!
Jarred Daniels: The puzzle is almost complete…
"Nothing To Lose" by Billy Talent plays loudly…as Jacob Havok makes his way to the ring…his eyes are focused on his possession, nothing more…
William Masters: Here comes the champ…look at the fire in his eyes…
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: It’s a fire I’m going to put out, personally… if he survives this…
Jenny Jacobs: And finally… from Washington, D.C...weighing in at 172 lbs… He is, the current, reigning, and defending CZW X-Division Champion of the world… “THE EMO PRINCE” JACOB HAVOK!
Havok slides into the ring now, as all four men are ready…the lights regain their normal state. Cage Stryker, is at the ready…He signals for the bell…
*DING DING*
Jarred Daniels: AND HERE’S THE BELL! The first ever COMBAT X MATCH, is underway…look at the speed in the ring…
William Masters: All of these guys, with the exception of Killjoy, are former champions…they’re fast, deadly…and we know they can go.
Jarred Daniels: Stiff kick there by Kirkland, on Killjoy…side headlock…
As Kirkland takes advantage of Killjoy in the center of the ring, our attention focuses on the champ, Jacob Havok and Mike Monroe…the two men, are having a war of words…as Monroe yells towards the champion, “Hit me, you emo bitch!”
Havok swings as Monroe ducks, countering with a solid chop to the chest of Jacob..
Jarred Daniels: …and another! Those chops, ECHOING, throughout this sold out, live audience!
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Those are some stiff chops, no doubt…but anything that these guys throw at me...is nothing compared to the hurt I’ll put them through…
William Masters: There’s an Irish Whip by Monroe…Havok leapfrogs…Monroe drops…
Jarred Daniels: DROPKICK BY JACOB HAVOK! WHAT ELEVATION!
Kirkland and Killjoy exchange punches here, as Kirkland then tosses Mr. Killjoy into the turnubuckles. Kirkland charges, and delivers a clothesline in the corner…ouch…Killjoy, slumps to the bottom turnbuckle, as Kirkland rebounds, and goes for the facewash…
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Smart move there, by Killjoy…
Jarred Daniels: Smart move indeed, as Kirkland was going for that facewash, Killjoy pulled in the leg...causing “The Reaper”, to crash face first into the second turnbuckle…
Mr. Killjoy now steps on Kirkland’s back, laughing to himself…as he ascends to the top rope…HE LEAPS FOR THE CABLES!
William Masters: Looks like we have our first attempt at scaling this thing…
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: The sick bastard enjoys it! Look at him smiling!
Jarred Daniels: That’s got to be ripping his hands apart…the flesh, sticking to that razor wire...
Killjoy scales the cables As he is about three feet away from the gold… Kirkland is to his feet, as Mike and Jacob look up at Killjoy…he releases the cables…
CROSS BODY ON HAVOK AND MONROE!
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: That was a stupid move on his part…he should have grabbed the gold.
Jarred Daniels: Brian Kirkland grabs Mr. Killjoy up by the hair…forearm shot…and another…a third…
William Masters: Kirkland running towards the ropes….
WICKED FOREARM SHOT!
Jarred Daniels: ROLLING ELBOW! THAT CAUGHT MR. KILLJOY FLUSH!
William Masters: The champ, is back up to his feet…Here we go Jarred…
Havok smiles at Kirkland, as the too stand nose to nose…
Kirkland throws the first shot, a slap to the face of Havok…Havok then delivers a slap to the mush of Kirkland, in return. Another slap from Kirkland, this time…even harder. Havok counters with a harder one himself..both men now, exchanging slaps in the center of the ring.
Jarred Daniels: You can hear those slaps in the cheap seats…this is real action at its fin---OH MY GOD! MIKE MONROE WITH A SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE DROPKICK!
Havok hits the mat first, holding his wrist, as he rolls out of the ring. Kirkland is on all fours, as Monroe, stomps upon the head… He rolls out on the other side, and looks under the apron….
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Could it be time to get the tables?
Sure enough…Monroe pulls out a table from under the ring, sliding it in… He goes back under the apron, as he pulls out a tank of gasoline, and a box of matches…..
William Masters: There are some sick thoughts going on inside his head…
Killjoy is back up on his feet, but a swift elbow drops him back on his knees. Mike begins to set up the table…Kirkland is to his feet…Elbow to the point of the jaw… Monroe lays Kirkland down on the table…
Jarred Daniels: What the hell is he going for here?
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: He’s got that gas tank in his hands… What the f**k? He’s dousing Kirkland in it…can’t say he doesn’t deserve it though…
Jarred Daniels: What human being deserves this?
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: We’re not human beings, we’re CZW…
Monroe, tosses the empty gas container aside now, as he steps into a puddle he created…he smirks as he takes climbs the turnbuckles…Mike holds the box of matches in his hands, as he stands on the top rope…Mike lights two matches….and places them under his feet…
Jarred Daniels: OH MY GOD! HE SET HIMSELF ON FIRE!
William Masters: THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING HERE!
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP THROUGH THE TABLE AND BRIAN KIRKLAND!
Jarred Daniels: KIRKLAND IS ON FIRE! PUT HIM OUT! PUT HIM OUT!
Mr. Killjoy hits a rolling senton on Kirkland’s abdomen, effectively putting out the fire…but the damage may have already been done… Monroe holds his feet in agony…as he crawls over to the corner. Mr. Killjoy comes after Monroe!
William Masters: RUNNING KNEE SMASH IN THE CORNER!
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: He’s got a glazed look in his eye after that…
Mr. Killjoy, turns his head to the side, as he slowly back away, looking at Mike’s limp body… From behind, is Jacob Havok… SLEEPER HOLD!
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Well, look at that! HAVOK HAS THE BARBED WIRE WRAPPED AROUND HIS ARM! I knew that bastard had something sick inside of him….
Havok now slams Mr. Killjoy down to the mat, with a sleeper slam.
Kirkland is back up to his feet…
AND GETS KNOCKED DOWN JUST AS FAST WITH A STIFF LARIAT!
Jarred Daniels: A BARBED WIRE LARIAT! OH MY GOD!
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: IF YOU SAY THAT AGAIN, I SWEAR TO GO, I WILL SHOVE YOUR TOUNGE, DOWN YOUR THROAT!
Havok runs towards Monroe, still laid out in the corner, as he pummels him with his forearm, grating that unforgiving wire against the facial features of “The American Nightmare”.
William Masters: Mike Monroe is seeing red, boys!
As sure enough, Monroe is bleeding profusely from the temple…Havok stands in the center of the ring now, screaming like a madman, as he slams his own forearm to his face….and again…
Jarred Daniels: What is he doing?!?!
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Call it motivation, call it sick…Havok is fired up, this is why he is the X Division Champion….for now.
Jacob Havok has busted himself open…our cameras zoom out, revealing a nasty flesh wound upon the abdomen of Brian Kirkland… blood shows, upon the finely put together purple vest of Mr. Killjoy…and Mike Monroe, lies a helpless heap in the corner. Jacob Havok looks up at his belt, hanging fifteen feet above him. He turns towards the nearest turnbuckle, and ascends. He grabs the cables…letting go with one, hand…as we see a puncture wound on his right palm...he grabs with both hands again…as he begins to scale…
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Ten feet away from ending this match…climb you emo punk….
Jarred Daniels: Are you cheering for Havok?
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: I don’t care who wins…it’s going to be my belt…what are you not getting, Daniels?
Cage Stryker looks up, watching Havok inch closer to the belt, through the tortuous hell that is Combat X…Havok, sees an opporitunity, letting go of the ropes…and corkscrewing through the air, aiming towards Killjoy…
NO!!!
William Masters: THE CORKSCREW MOONSAULT MISSES! HAVOK IS DOWN!
Kirkland is up to his feet, as he lifts Killjoy up as well…Pumphandle….PILEDRIVER!
Jarred Daniels: Kirkland is holding those ribs…I can still smell his flesh burning…it’s sickening…Kirkland is going to the top!
A female runs down the ramp, as she slides onto the apron…
Jarred Daniels: THAT’S LEAH KIMARA! WHAT DOES SHE HAVE TO DO WITH THIS MATCH?!?!
Cage tries to restrain her, as she climbs into the ring…she ascends the turnbuckles as well, as Kirkland looks at the female…Leah blows a kiss towards Brian, as she leaps up….
Jarred Daniels: HURRI-KIMARA!
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Did you just make that up by yourself?
Jarred Daniels: Yes…
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Don’t do it again…
William Masters: Leah Kimara, just hurricanrana’d Brian Kirkland off the top turnbuckle! She screwed Kirkland!
Kimara rolls out of the ring, with a vicious smirk upon her lips…As Stryker is distracted with Kimara… into the ring rolls, Jeran Hudson…
Jarred Daniels: Business is about to pick up…
Kirkland is to his feet…Jeran spins him around…
All The Commentators In Unison: EYE OF RA!
Jarred Daniels: BRIAN KIRKLAND WAS JUST SPIKED ON HIS HEAD!
Mike Monroe, is out of the corner now, as he is on all fours… Hudson sees this…and delivers a huge Re_boot to the skull! Kimara walks away now, throwing her arms up…as Hudson slides out of the ring, viper-like, and hides by the steel steps… Mr. Killjoy is the first to his feet…He seizes the opportunity…as he climbs the turnbuckles, and begins to scale the cables…
Jarred Daniels: And after all of this…Killjoy still has the energy to climb those ropes…
William Masters: We could have a new champion here! Killjoy hooks his legs around the barbed cables…he’s unhooking the belt…. NEW X-DIVISION CHAMPION!
*DING DING DING!*
Jarred Daniels: For the third pay-per-view in a row, we have a NEW CZW X-Division Champion!
Jenny Jacobs: Ladies and gentlemen, the survivor of Combat X, and NEW CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPION, MISTER KILLJOY!
Killjoy falls to the mat, as Cage Stryker raises him to his feet, raising his arm in victory…Cage then pulls him in, and drapes him
over his shoulder… STRYKER DRIVER!
“The Ripper” Bryan McNally: Excuse me…
Jarred Daniels: Where are you going?!!?
McNally gets up from his seat, grabbing his briefcase, as Stryker’s back was turned to the announcers. McNally slides into the ring, ready to swing… Stryker turns around, as Bryan prepares to lay out Cage…but he stops short, with a smirk…
William Masters: Why didn’t he blast him?!?!
Stryker turns around, to leave the ring, as Jeran Hudson is now back in the ring…a confident look upon his face. Killjoy, the new champion is laid out…as Jeran, grabs the X strap, and holds it above his head…
Jarred Daniels: Hudson, making it known that he wants that belt…
Bryan McNally now, flashes a smirk of his own, as that grin becomes deadly serious…as he lifts his Feast Of Famine X-Division Title Shot, into the air, screaming…
William Masters: And there’s the true number one contender…
Cage Stryker looks at both men, and shakes his head…motioning that the belt will be around his waist, soon…as Stryker rolls out of the ring… “The Pretender” by The Foo Fighters playing him off…Hudson and McNally turn to eachother, as Jeran drops the belt upon Mr. Killjoy’s chest…the newly crowned champion twitches, as Hudson leaves the ring now…
Jarred Daniels: McNally still in the ring…Killjoy is struggling to his feet…
William Masters: Look at the speed of McNally, rebounding off the ropes…
BICYCLE KICK!
Jarred Daniels: WHAT A WAY TO MAKE AN IMPACT! THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER, HAS LAID OUT THE NEW CHAMP!
William Masters: What a match, in general…congrats to Mr. Killjoy…and good luck, to “The Ripper”.
McNally steps over the top rope, grabbing his briefcase as hit hits the floor…as “Live Forever” by Soulidium plays…
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-=- Pure Wrestling Match -=-
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Daniels: What a show it has been so far, this PPV has been great and can you believe it is just going to get better Masters?
Masters: Yes, and soon “The King Pin” Chris Ross is going to learn how to wrestle.
Daniels: I’m sure he can already wrestle and he will get the chance to show everyone he can wrestle as he takes on “The Epitome of Technical Fitness” Justin Marsham. These two have had a long rivalry stretching from Ross‘s first few weeks in CZW, when Marsham was in Players Club, Ross has not only stolen Marsham‘s vehicle but also got him arrested, now some people say he is holding one of Marsham‘s friends for ransom too, this rivalry is insane.
Masters: Chris Ross is insane, and you know what else is insane, Justin Marsham’s nickname, the nickname says it all Daniels even though it could be the longest nickname ever.
Daniels: Let’s throw it to Jessica Towers for the ring introductions.
Last by Nine Inch Nails starts playing over the sound system as the fans boo as Justin Marsham is standing on the ramp. He is making his way to the ring as the fans are yelling obscene and crude things at him which he merely shrugs off.
Jessica: Making his way to the ring he is from Fort Wayne, Indiana he is “The Epitome of Technical Fitness” Justin Marsham.
Justin Marsham taunts in the ring as the fans boo him relentlessly. Then, Push it to the Limit by Rick Ross is playing as the fans start to cheer as Chris Ross is on the stage with Kimo. He gives Kimo a high five who then gives him a pat on the back and leaves through the curtain as Chris Ross starts walking down the ramp into the ring.
Jessica: Now coming to the ring, he is from Honolulu, Hawaii “The King Pin” Chris Ross.
Daniels: Chris Ross is in the ring and he has his eyes locked on Justin Marsham as there is obviously some hatred between these two men.
Masters: That is an understatement you moron. These two loathe each other and this is Justin’s playground, actual wrestling, Justin should take this.
Daniels: I wouldn’t count Chris Ross out right away Masters as the bell sounds and we are under way.
Masters: Marsham and Ross are circling the ring as they tie up. Chris Ross merely just pushes Justin to the mat as Chris has a bit of a weight and height advantage as Justin is quickly up to his feet. The two then tie up once more as Justin cinches in an arm wrench beautiful.
Daniels: Chris grabs Justin’s arm now and locks in his own arm wrench. Chris then spins the arm around not once but two more times. Chris Ross then lifts the arm down and pulls it towards the mat as Justin is grabbing for his shoulder in obvious pain.
Masters: Ah, but here we go Justin now grabs Chris Ross’ arm and turns it into a hammerlock. Chris Ross in a bit of pain as he turns it into a hammerlock of his own. Justin however quickly scrambles and drags him and Ross to the ropes as he hooks the top rope and the referee steps in and tell Ross to break the hold.
Daniels: Very Impressive that Chris Ross has been able to keep up thus far in a match he has been all but written out of. They tie up again as Justin this time hooks in a headlock. Chris then pushes him off into the ropes as Justin bounces off and Chris Ross goes for a back body drop but Justin leapfrogs over him. Chris then turns around as Justin hit’s a beautiful standing dropkick. Chris Ross is down as Justin is waiting for him to get up as Chris sits up and is met with a vicious kick to the side of the head.
Masters: What a devastating kick to the temple of Chris Ross as Marsham goes for a pin 1...2...no Chris Ross kicks out as Marsham is back in the corner waiting for Ross to get up. Ross is finally to his feet as Justin starts running and is taken down with a drop toe hold. Ross quick to his feet as Marsham sits up and Ross bounces off the rope and this a dropkick to the face of the sitting Marsham. Ross now going for the cover 1...2..no Marsham gets the shoulder up.
Daniels: Marsham would be a livid man if he lost a match in his own style and it seems to be heading that way Chris Ross very impressive thus far. Marsham is up as is Chris Ross who is in the corner opposite from Marsham as Marsham gives a bit of a grin to Ross.
Masters: Marsham obviously impressed that he is getting a challenge from a person he claims is only hardcore Daniels. Another tie up but Marsham gives a quick boot to the gut. Marsham then takes Ross over with a fireman carry. Ross who is sitting on the map as Marsham bounces off the rope and hit’s a flipping neck breaker to Ross as Marsham quick to his feet. He then goes over to the down Ross and hit’s a pendulum elbow drop.
Daniels: The cover for Marsham, 1...2...no Ross manages to kick out. Chris Ross is up to his feet as Marsham runs to the ropes and hits Ross with that springboard close line he call the Air Marsham. That staggers Chris Ross into the corner as Marsham hits Ross with a Yakuza Kick. Ross is now sitting in the corner as Marsham gets a smile across his face. He goes to the other side of the ring as he starts running and hits Chris with a face wash as Ross is down.
Masters: Beautiful combo from Marsham there as he drags Ross to the middle of the ring and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf. Ross is screaming in pain as Marsham has it locked in the middle of the ring I think Ross is going to tap.
Daniels: Ross doing all he can to get to that bottom rope. Ross is a mere inches away from the bottom rope as Marsham drags Ross back into the middle of the ring as the Cloverleaf is still locked in.
Masters: Ross appears to be losing it as it looks like he is out. The referee is going to check as the arm goes up once and hit’s the mat, the ref raises the arm another time as it hit’s the mat again. This has to be it Daniels as the referee raises Ross’ arm for the third time.
Daniels: Ross keeps his arm in the air though. Ross is again moving towards the rope as Marsham is merely being dragged along with him. Ross finally reaches the bottom rope as the referee starts the count and Marsham breaks the hold at the count of four.
Masters: Marsham was milking every time he got of that hold to make sure that Ross doesn’t get up and I think he might have done the job as Ross is slow to his feet. Marsham is now helping Ross to his feet as he hits another standing dropkick. Ross staggers and bounces off the rope Marsham waiting for him as he is leveled with a huge close line from Ross.
Daniels: I don’t think Ross even knew he threw that close line as both men are now down and slow the there feet. The referee begins the count as Marsham is up at the count of seven and Ross is quick to follow. Marsham walks over to Ross as Ross hit’s a huge right hand. Marsham again goes towards Ross as Ross hits another huge right hand. Marsham then goes for a kick to the midsection but Ross catches Marsham’s foot.
Masters: Marsham goes for an Enziguiri but Ross ducks. Ross backs into the corner as Marsham is up to his feet and he starts running at Ross how grabs Ross and lifts him above his head. Ross then slams Marsham to the mat with a big Gorilla Press Slam. The fans are starting to get behind Ross as he picks Marsham up and goes for a power bomb.
Daniels: Marsham manages to get out as he goes for a close line. Ross ducks and grabs Marsham’s arm as he hit’s a side Hawaiian leg sweep. Marsham and Ross both quick to there feet as Marsham is charging at Ross and is hit with a Samoan drop from The King Pin.
Masters: Ross is now stalking Marsham as he is slow to his feet. Marsham finally gets to his feet with help form the ropes as Ross starts running at Marsham. Ross goes for the Roaring Elbow he calls The Hit but Marsham ducks.
Daniels: Ross turns right into a kick to the midsection and is hit with that Assassin DDT and now Marsham goes for the cover. 1.…2...3. It’s all over.
Masters: Marsham wins in his own environment, but he still can’t be pleased, he still has the business of the ransom to take care of, and I doubt this feud is far from over still.
Daniels: Could be one of the best feuds of 2009 in CZW! Anyway folks, we will be right back after these adverts, next is the hot, fiery Inferno match, for the Tag titles!
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-=- CZW Global Tag Team Titles Handicapped Inferno Match -=-
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Jarred Daniels: “Our next match is going to be one heck of a match and it’s for the Global Tag Team Titles and it will be an Inferno Match.”
William Masters: “It’s going to be so lopsided. It’s great. Total Mayhem will overpower Disasterpiece. Which part of Disasterpiece does Mortius represent? The disaster or the piece? I’m predicting disaster.”
Jarred Daniels: “Well, out comes Mortius and—wait—he has both of the Global Tag Team Championship titles with him. He has Total Mayhem’s titles.”
With Mortius approaching the ring, he inspects the fuel that will be powering the fire. A track surrounds the ring and – once ignited – will surround the squared circle in flames. He steps into the ring quickly, but soon finds his entrance theme cut short by the wicked sounds of Total Mayhem.
William Masters: “Here comes Ezra and Jakob Mayhem—and they are in a hurry! Both of these men are wretched beasts. They are just sizing up Mortius. They know they’ve got an easy title defense tonight even despite the flames.”
Jarred Daniels: “Ezra Mayhem and Jakob Mayhem are both power-houses. Both of these men just look menacing across the ring from the lone Mortius.”
William Masters: “I’m not certain Mortius is going to be able to survive these two, especially considering this is not a normal match! This is an Inferno Match!”
Jarred Daniels: “Well, this match is now official and the flames are being lit on the outside. Well, the winner of this most brutal match will be the one who can light their opponent on fire. Sound gruesome enough? How about the fact that it is a handicap match?”
William Masters: “Stop whining!”
When the match bell rings, both Mayhem brothers begin to discuss who wants to start the offense against Mortius. The conversation appears to go too long as Mortius soars across the ring like a dark falcon – sending a strong forearm shot to Jakob’s face and following up with a clothesline to an unexpecting Ezra!
Jarred Daniels: “Mortius is quick to take control of this match. He knows that if he can isolate one of them, he has a chance of winning these titles.”
William Masters: “Well, Ezra’s going to make sure he doesn’t!”
Mortius slams his fist into Jakob’s skull repeatedly, but turns his attention off of Ezra. Once Ezra is up to his feet, he retaliates. Charging towards Mortius from behind, Ezra attempts a double axe handled smash but instead finds himself in the clutches of Mortius’ feet. Mortius, as if having eyes in the back of his head, sidesteps and takes Ezra down with a drop-toe-hold. As a result, Ezra head-butts his own partner!
Off the opposite ropes and with flames burning bright behind him, Mortius leaps and drop-kicks a rising Jakob in the head! The force causes him to buckle and Mortius attempts to slide him across the canvas and into the flame.
Jarred Daniels: “NO! Ezra’s got him now! Huge rear waist-lock by Ezra and he – NO! Mortius with a reversal and Ezra sends him off towards the ropes.”
Sent to the ropes, Mortius picks up speed and Ezra lifts a boot up. Mortius ducks beneath the boot – but Jakob catches him with a huge sidewalk slam! The impact rattles the ring and causes the flames to shoot up. The heat is immense the closer to the ropes these warriors get. Mortius now feels the heat licking his flesh as Jakob attempts to roll him into the flames.
Alas – it is not to be! Mortius lands a hard right hand and is able to get to a knee before Ezra locks up with him. Mortius vys for position, but Jakob assists Ezra. A solid kick to Mortius’ midsection causes him to hunch over. Ezra instantly sets him up with a standing head-scissors. Hauling Mortius up onto his shoulders, Ezra prepares for a double team maneuver; and despite Mortius’ best attempts, Jakob scores with a huge leaping clothesline to assist Ezra’s powerbomb!
William Masters: “Mortius is down. What a shot!”
Jarred Daniels: “Mortius is tough, but how can he survive both of these men. This match should not even be happening. Brian Blaze isn’t a part of this match because he opted for the Television Championship. Mortius should forfeit just to save himself.”
William Masters: “I hope to Hell he isn’t going to quit. I want to see these big boys beat the holy Hell from him!”
Unbelievable torque is given to Mortius’ right arm as Jakob assists him up. Ezra goes to work on the opposite arm, wrenching it at the shoulder. Their massive digits coil around Mortius’ wrists and – in a displaying of absolute dominance – whips him off to the furthest turnbuckle. When Mortius collides with the turnbuckle, the flames circling the ring explode! Flames burn brighter as Jakob lands a huge splash into his opponent – driving all the wind from Mortius’ lungs.
Jakob signals to the flames and directs Ezra to help push Mortius into the fire.
Jarred Daniels: “This could be the end of the match!”
William Masters: “Ezra hauls Mortius up and hooks him into the ropes. Flames are reaching up and you’d think he would be feeling the heat at this point.”
While Ezra and Jakob attempt to push Mortius over the ropes and into the track of flames, Mortius holds on for dear life. He has hooked the ropes and it definitely frustrates both Mayhem brothers.
William Masters: “Just push his ass in!”
Sending Mortius off to the opposite ropes, both men raise and boot. Mortius slides beneath both feet, but Total Mayhem react quick – driving a pair of strong back elbows into Mortius’ chin. Mortius is rocked and is sent off balance, allowing Ezra to scoop slam him. Jakob follows thereafter, dropping a guillotine leg drop across Mortius’ chest.
Jarred Daniels: “Come’on now! Jakob’s putting Mortius into the ropes and Ezra’s trying to push him into the fire again, but Mortius just won’t let go. He’s been through hell so far, but he’s not going to die.”
Slamming a huge forearm shot into Mortius’ upper shoulder area, Jakob tries to weaken his opponent’s grip on the ropes. However, as soon as the shot is made, Mortius fires back with a hard right into Jakob’s midsection. This forces the big man to back pedal, yet Ezra is right there. Ezra now attempts a forearm shiver.
NO!
Jarred Daniels: “Mortius just blocked that shot and WOW! DAMN! Mortius with a devastating high knee. How did he just get his knee up that high? He nearly just decapitated Ezra!”
William Masters: “He might have taken out Ezra’s head, but Jakob’s back on the offensive.”
Rushing forward towards Mortius to catch him off guard, Jakob – instead – finds himself caught off guard. Jakob leans in and Mortius launches him over head! Back body drop! The fans roar as Jakob is launched overhead; and, because Mortius is so close to the ropes, succeeds in getting rid of the Mayhem brother from the ring. The flames lash out at Jakob as he soars!
William Masters: “Woah! Jakob’s checking to make sure that he didn’t catch fire!”
Jarred Daniels: “He isn’t. But, how is he going to get back in there? He’s looking for a way, but every time he gets close to the ring he faces a wall of fire.”
With Jakob unable to return into the squared circle, Mortius redirects his attention to Ezra! He welcomes the challenge as Ezra storms towards him. A collar and elbow tie-up is controlled by Mortius. Ezra attempts an Irish whip, but Mortius retains the hold. He follows through with an arm wrench on Ezra’s left arm and then sends a jumping knee into the left side of Ezra’s ribs.
Jarred Daniels: “Suplex by Mortius and – wait – NO! Ezra wiggles free and the big man takes him up with a giant bear hug.”
The air is pressed from Mortius’ lungs by Ezra’s grip. It tightens, but Mortius is able to get free after a strong Mongolian Chop. Ezra throws a clothesline, but Mortius ducks beneath it. He passes beneath Ezra’s arm and WHACK! Mortius drops like a fly as he misses Ezra’s clothesline, but collides head first with a chair launched into the ring by Jakob Mayhem on the outside!
William Masters: “That’s how a tag team works!”
Jarred Daniels: “Are you kidding me? Now, in the ring, Ezra’s got that chair and he is sizing Mortius up.”
Mortius gets to a knee, then Ezra strikes. WHACK! Another huge chair shot is delivered into Mortius’ skull. Now, with Mortius limp, Ezra drags him across the ring and to the ropes. Red flickers across Mortius face as he awakens mere inches from the inferno. Both men battle at the edge of the ring and Jakob moves quick to help his brother and is now armed with another steel chair.
William Masters: “Low blow! Mortius with a low blow on Ezra! Jakob strikes with another chair, but – NO! Mortius is in and has that chair now!”
Jarred Daniels: “Woah! Mortius nails Ezra and again! Ezra’s down and Mortius is just drilling a series of boots into Ezra!”
Mortius unfolds the chair and positions the chair upright. Dragging Ezra now across the ring, Mortius does not move towards the inferno. The audience buzzes, wondering what he is doing, but it soon becomes clear. Mortius props Ezra’s head against the seat of the chair and quickly takes to the ropes. He ascends the turnbuckle in one movement. The flames illuminate Mortius and it appears like he is drawing power from them!
Jarred Daniels: “Woah, what? Where’s he going!?”
William Masters: “NO! MOVE EZRA!”
Turnbuckle Knee Drop plus Ezra’s head on a turnbuckle equals devastation. The chair is obliterated and Ezra is knocked out cold. Blood issues from a wound across his brow and Mortius appears to bask in the pleasure of it. Mortius snags the unconscious Ezra and drags him towards the ropes. Jakob watches in horror from the outside, knowing the end is near.
Though Ezra is unconscious and seconds from being ignited, Mortius distracts Jakob with his comatose brother and slingshots over the top rope. Jakob never saw it; and he is taken out hard. Through the fire, Mortius soars – unscathed by the flames.
Jarred Daniels: “Oh! A hard shot by Mortius and he is pointing at the fire!”
William Masters: “No, come’on. Somebody stop this!”
Jarred Daniels: “Are you kidding me?”
William Masters: “Actually, yes! Yes I am. Burn’em Mortius, burn’em!”
It seems as though the flames are empowering Mortius. They endow him with strength. Mustering all of his energy, Mortius lifts Jakob up onto his shoulder. Jakob is powerless in Mortius’ clutches and attempts to drop Jakob with a snake eyes into the flames! He barrels toward the flames and launches Jakob off; and the big man soars face-first into the flames!
Jarred Daniels: “Jakob’s face! NO! Good LORD!”
William Masters: “Jakob’s on fire! Here comes the paramedics and here comes some guys with extinguishers.”
People flood the ring as the flames die down, checking on the status of Ezra. He is still out cold after that knee drop via Mortius earlier. Jakob – at least – is conscious, but his face is badly burnt as well as his upper body. The ref has called an end to the end of the match and has rewarded and battered and bruised Mortius with the Global Tag Team Titles.
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-=- Greenhouse Match -=-
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Members of the ring crew have just finished setting up the ringside area with various glass panes and tables for the greenhouse match, and Jessica Towers has made her way into the ring for the introductions.
Towers: “The following contest is a GREENHOUSE MATCH, and it is scheduled for one fall!”
“Streetcleaner” by Godflesh begins to blare, and Alan Fiscus moves out onto the entrance ramp, ‘Flawless’ Frank Finch appearing beside him.
Towers: “Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by ‘FLAWLESS’ Frank Finch, hailing from Wichita, Kansas, he is ‘the Sadistic Solution,’ ALAN FISCUS!!”
Fiscus heads to the ring, an ice-cold stare in his eyes as he looks to the crowd who welcome him with a split reaction. Frank Finch accompanies him to ringside, heading towards the announce table as Alan rolls into the ring. There’s a bit of a rustling as Finch gets situated at the announce booth.
Finch: “What’s up, mah Nizzles!? You boys better get ready for a bloodbath, because my boy Fiscus is about to bleed Styles dry!”
Daniels: “Well, that remains to be seen, though it is a definite possibility. This match is going to be absolutely brutal.”
“Psychosocial” by Slipknot begins to blare, and Matt Stylez makes his way out onto the ramp with an impressive show of lights and pyro.
Towers: “And his opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio, ‘the Serial Thriller,’ MATT STYLEZ!!”
Stylez head down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and hops to his feet, and he and Alan charge eachother and start throwing fists!
*ding-ding-ding!*
Daniels: “There’s the opening bell and we’ve got a fight on our hands! Trading punches as it seems that Stylez has Alan on the defensive, backing him into the corner! Now laying into him with repeated elbow shots!”
Finch: “Keep your pants on there, Jarred, Fiscus can take it! You don’t become a ‘One Man Riot’ without learning how to take it as well as dishing it out! SEE!? BOUCHE! Fiscus with a great counter-move there!”
Daniels: “He kicked him in the groin!!”
Masters: “That’s a great counter in my book!”
Daniels: “Of course it is. And now Alan measuring him up…running knee to the side of the head!! Stylez hit the mat!! Now Alan stomping Stylez, forcing him to the outside of the ring. He rolls out after him but Stylez with a quick drop toe-hold! FISCUS CRASHES INTO THE GLASS!! And that goes to show how brutal this type of match is! Just like THAT, and the momentum has shifted in a big way!”
Masters: “He’s up, and it looks like there’s a nice little cut on his cheek, but nothing too major. Stylez is back up now as Alan pulls himself from the broken glass…”
Daniels: “DROPKICK! Alan crashes back-first into another pane!!”
Masters: “Okay, now THAT looked like it hurt a bit!”
Finch: “I’m telling you, he’s fine! Stylez is just getting a couple lucky shots in, that’s all!”
Daniels: “Stylez stomping Fiscus while he’s down, knocking him down into those shattered glass shards! Now he heads up onto the ring apron! Look at Fiscus, crawling through the glass to get to his feet, his back and arms now bleeding from the shards! Stylez runs along the apron and jumps! Somersault senton!!”
Finch: “OOOOOOOH YEEEAAAAAH! DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT!?”
Masters: “Fiscus dives out of the way and Stylez crashes through a glass pane! What impact as Stylez crashes through the table back-first!!”
Daniels: “Fiscus now back up, heading to where Stylez has just crash-landed through a sheet of glass, and he drags him towards that table! What’s he going to do now!?”
Finch: “He’s got him by the legs…AW, YEAH!! WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!!”
Masters: “STYLEZ CRASHES THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!”
Daniels: “The crowd here is going crazy after that suplex! Fiscus back to his feet now, grabbing Stylez by the hair, dragging him back up to his feet! He whips him to the apron, no, holds on with a short-arm…SAMOAN DROP!!”
Finch: “Right back into all those glass shards! Tell me that shit doesn’t hurt!”
Daniels: “Fiscus may have hurt himself a little as well, but nothing nearly as bad as ‘the Serial Thriller’ is going through! Alan up again, dragging Stylez across the glass…he’s bringing him to another table! He rolls him up onto it and heads to the ring apron!”
Masters: “God knows what sick plan he’s got going through that sadistic mind!”
Daniels: “He runs…STD!!! STD!!!”
Finch: “AW, HELL NAW!!”
Masters: “STYLEZ ROLLS OFF!! Alan crashes and burns through that table!!”
Daniels: “Fiscus is down and out, and Stylez is trying to get a second wind here, but he’s slow to move! Both men are bleeding all over the place! Stylez rolls into the ring, referee Peter Pimper making sure he can still continue. Finally Fiscus looks to be moving again, crawling his way towards the ring. He pulls himself up with the bottom rope...”
Masters: “Stylez with a baseball slide! Fiscus sidesteps!!”
Finch: “RIOT-ACT!! And with all that glass on the floor, too!! Stylez will be lucky if he still has both his eyes after that one!!”
Daniels: “Still, even Fiscus is down for the count, taking several moments here to even start to move! Finally, he makes his way to his feet, grabbing Stylez and rolling him into the ring. He follows in and- WHOA, STYLEZ WITH A ROLL-UP!!”
1!
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-KICK-OUT!
Masters: “That was close!!”
Daniels: “Even Finch freaked out a bit!”
Finch: “No way, I was just...adjusting my chair!”
Daniels: “Stylez is up and he runs at Fiscus, Alan with a lariat, but Stylez ducks! Spring-board moonsault! Fiscus moves but Stylez lands on his feet! Stylez leaps up…HIGH STYLE!!”
Finch: “CORKSCREW STUNNER!!”
Masters: “Cheese and rice!! Alan reversed the High Style into the Corkscrew Stunner!! Did you see how awkwardly Stylez landed!? Your neck isn’t supposed to bend like that!!”
Daniels: “Here’s the cover!!”
1!
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3!!!
*ding-ding-ding!*
Finch: “AWWWWWWW, YEAAAAAAH!”
Alan sits in the ring, bleeding from head to toe, glaring at his fallen opponent with a slowly growing smirk on his face. Finch sets his headset down and heads into the ring, helping Fiscus up and raising his arm, referee Peter Pimper raising the other.
Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest, ‘the Sadistic Solution,’ ALAN FISCUS!!”
Daniels: “It definitely wasn’t pretty, but it was decisive! Alan Fiscus shuts down Matt Stylez in the brutal Greenhouse match!”
Masters: “We’re going to need to take a few minutes to get this mess cleaned up, Daniels. That was sick!”
Fiscus and Finch leave as “Streetcleaner” plays out, the fans cheering the finish of the match as medical personnel come to check on Stylez.
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-=- TLC Contract Match (w/Maynard O'Toole as special referee) -=-
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DANIELS: Hello folks and welcome back, what a great night we’ve had so far and we just witnessed a brutal green house match involving Matt Stylez and Alan Fiscus.
MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred and up next is the grudge match between our General Manager, Jesse Montana and Krimzon Blaze.
DANIELS: The only thing that I don’t understand about this math is the fact that Maynard O’Toole is the guest referee but it’s a ladder match.
MASTERS: Well, genius, I assume Mr. Damage meant he will be a special outside referee, an enforcer, if you will but we will soon find out.
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica floods the arena as the General Manager of Overdrive, Jesse Montana makes his way out to a wave of massive boos. Jesse walks over to the ring announcer and snatches the microphone from her hand, then gets in the ring.
JESSE: Now I know you people are all wondering, as I am, why we’re going to have a referee for a ladder match. It looks as if Brian Damage dropped the ball on this one.
Suddenly the CZW theme music begins to play through out the arena as Brian Damage makes his way out to the entrance ramp, with microphone in hand.
DAMAGE: Well Jesse, obviously you were too self absorbed to hear all of what I had to say. I did indeed make Maynard the referee but I made him the OUTSIDE referee, the special enforcer. He will be on the outside to make sure nobody interferes like say The Jackal or any member of XTC. So without further ado, allow me to introduce the special enforcer, MAYNARD O’TOOLE!
"Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth blares over the speakers as Maynard O’Toole makes his way out. Brian Damage leaves as Maynard sets up at the bottom of the entrance ramp as the fans boo. Jesse leans over the ropes as he argues with Maynard. All of a sudden there is a ruckus in the crowd and Maynard points to the ring as Krimzon Blaze has snuck in from the crowd, grabbed a steel chair and is now sitting on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Jesse to turn around.
DANIELS: Oh My God, Krimzon Blaze is sitting on the top rope with that chair. Jesse turns around. *THWACK!* Blaze just laid Jesse out with a missile drop kick with that chair. What a smart move by Blaze to start out this match.
MASTERS: That was bloody cheap shot, that little bastard is going to pay for that sneak attack.
DANIELS: Oh he’s just trying to gain an early advantage. Blaze picks up Jesse by his hair. He hooks on to Jesse and nails him with a twist of fate. Blaze slides out of the ring as Jesse is lying on the mat. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a ladder and slides it into the ring. He goes back under the ring and pulls out two tables, slides one into the ring and sets the other one up on the outside.
MASTERS: Blaze is asking for it at this point. Blaze slides back into the ring and sets up the table against the corner of the ring. Jesse is back on his feet but Blaze hasn’t noticed him. Blaze turns around and gets scooped up by Jesse. Jesse body slams Blaze right on top of that ladder. HAHAHA THAT HAD TO HURT!
DANIELS: Yes I would say so, William. Blaze is lying on top of the ladder now as Jesse climbs the turnbuckles. He jumps BUT BLAZE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY, SENDING JESSE CRASHING ON TOP OF THE LADDER!
MASTERS: BAH GOD! Jesse is wiggling around on the mat like floppy tuna. Blaze picks Jesse up and leans him against the table in the corner. Blaze picks up a chair, he backs up to the opposite corner of the ring. Blaze hauls ass toward Jesse with that char in hand.
THWACK!
DANIELS: BLAZE JUST SENT JESSE THROUGH THAT TABLE WITH A DROP KICK USING THAT CHAIR TO JESSE’S FACE! Blaze looks up at that briefcase which holds his contract. The fans go nuts as Blaze sets up the ladder and is now climbing those rungs with desperation in his eyes. Jesse is out in the corner, this could be all over here.
MASTERS: No way, Jarred, Jesse will stop him from getting that contract. See that, Jesse is moving now as Blaze is midway to the top of the ladder. COME ON, JESSE! Jesse sneaks up behind Blaze and nails him with a powerbomb. HAHA I TOLD YOU, JARRED!
DANIELS: What a desperation move that was by our General Manager. Jesse got up underneath Blaze and pulled him down into a powerbomb.
MASTERS: Did you see that look on Maynard’s face? I think he was some what impressed. Blaze struggles back to his feet as he grabs the ropes for leverage. Jesse runs at Blaze but Blaze pulls the ropes down, sending Jesse to the outside.
DANIELS: Jesse is back to his feet though; right next to that table, how close was that? Blaze backs up, oh I don’t like the looks of this at all. Blaze runs toward the ropes, he leaps up on the tope rope. Blaze jumps again right on top of Jesse’s shoulders but Jesse counters it and slams Blaze through the outside table. Yet another powerbomb on Blaze by Jesse Montana.
MASTERS: I told you, Jesse Montana knows what he’s doing out here.
CROWD: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!“
DANIELS: Looks like your boy, Maynard just jumped three feet in the air. I think it startled him. Jesse struts around for the crowd as they boo massively. Blaze, some how stumbles back to his feet but watch out, Maynard is right behind you. Blaze’s eyes get big as he realizes Maynard is standing right behind him. Maynard puts his arms out as if to say it’s okay. Blaze turns back around But LOOK OUT! JESSE IS WAITING FOR HIM AND HE GOES FOR THE MONTANA EXPRESS BUT BLAZE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!!!
MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!! JESSE MISSED BLAZE AND SUPERKICKS MAYNARD INSTEAD!!
DANIELS: Our so called outside referee is laid out cold on the outside now and Jesse just smirks but Blaze has jumped up onto the ring apron. Jesse turns around and gets hit with a asai moonsault. Blaze grabs Jesse and walks him over to the side of the ring then clotheslines him to over the security railing and into the crowd. The fans are going nuts chanting Blaze’s name.
MASTERS: What the hell is this little twit doing now? He sets up a ladder and leans it up against the inside of the security railing. Blaze then begins punching Jesse then leans him over the bottom of the ladder. Blaze jumps over the security railing and slides into the ring.
DANIELS: I don’t know what he has planned but I wouldn’t want to be Jesse right now. Blaze bounces off the far ropes and leaps over the top rope, he lands a leg drop on the top end of the ladder.. OH MY GOD! THE BOTTOM END OF THE LADDER POPS JESSE RIGHT IN HIS FACE!!!
CROWD: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!“
MASTERS: Jesse is completely busted open now but look at Blaze. Look at that idiot, he just hurt himself just to get a Jesse.
DANIELS: Well Blaze is back up now and Jesse has stumbled back to his feet. Blaze jumps up on the security railing and Jesse jumps up and drop kicks Blaze’s legs out from underneath him. Blaze just comes down hard, smacking his jaw right on that rail. I think Blaze just spit out some blood.
MASTERS: Well that’s what he gets for hitting Jesse with that ladder. Jesse climbs over the security railing, slides in the ring and sets up a ladder. HE’S CLIMBING!! JESSE IS CLIMBING THE LADDER AND THIS SHOULD DO IT!
DANIELS: I don’t know, Masters, our G.M. looks to be exhausted, he is barely on the second rung. Blaze is coming to, he struggles to get back to his feet. Jesse is midway up the ladder now, Blaze finally rolls back into the ring. Blaze now starts climbing the ladder on the opposite side of Jesse, both men are exchanging punches to the face, each man trying to gain the advantage. Blaze hooks Jesse’s head….
THWACK!!
DANIELS: OH MI DIOS! … DDT FROM THE LADDER!! BOTH MEN ARE WRITHING IN PAIN ON THE MAT NOW! This could be anybodies match now.
MASTERS: Bloody hell, I think Blaze is trying to kill our General Manager. Blaze stands up, grabs the ladder and leans it up against the corner of the ring. Blaze picks Jesse up and Irish whips him toward the ladder but Jesse reverses and whips Blaze toward the ladder as Jesse follows behind him but Blaze runs up the ladder and nails Jesse with a springboard round house kick to the face.
DANIELS: Jesse is laid out on the mat as Blaze grabs a chair and places it on Jesse’s face. Blaze climbs the turnbuckle and signals to the cheering crowd. Blaze leaps off the top rope…JESSE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AS BLAZE LANDS A LEG DROP RIGHT ON THAT STEEL CHAIR!!!!
MASTERS: What a moron and a very smart move by our general manager. Wait, what’s this? It looks as if the enforcer for this match has finally come to and is now back to his feet.
All of a sudden there is a ruckus amongst the crowd as a wave of boos can be heard from miles away. None of than the Jackal, Karl Jackson, has made his way out and half way down the entrance ramp.
DANIELS: Yes indeed our enforcer has made it back to his feet and in perfect time at that. Look who has joined us, it’s Karl Jackson. He’s got to defend his Intercontinental championship next, what the hell is he up to? Maynard gets right in his face and these fans are actually cheering for Maynard now.
MASTERS: Wow, we are about to see another battle amongst this ladder match. Karl and Maynard exchange hay makers, Karl throws a punch but Maynard ducks and lifts Karl up on his shoulders…..THIRD EYE!!!
DANIELS: MAYNARD JUST HIT THE THIRD EYE ON KARL JACKSON AND KARL GETS UP AND IS HEADING BACK TOWARD THE BACK! I can’t believe it, Maynard is showing authority, perhaps he actually wants a fair fight as we all do.
MASTERS: I don’t know what to make of this, I like both Maynard and Karl but is Maynard trying to help Krimzon Blaze?
DANIELS: It’s called doing his job, maybe you should do the same. Meanwhile in the ring. Jesse is standing in the corner of the ring as Blaze is trying to get back to his feet. Jesse is signaling for Blaze to get up, I think he’s setting up for the “Montana Express”.
MASTERS: YES! Here it comes, Jarred. Blaze uses the ropes or leverage as he stands up and stumbles backwards. Blaze turns around and here comes that boot from Jesse.
DANIELS: Blaze ducks the attempt and hoists Jesse up on his shoulders as the crowd goes nuts. KODE OF SILENCE!!! BLAZE NAILS JESSE WITH THE KODE OF SILENCE OUT OF DESPERATION!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! That took a lot of energy out of Blaze. Both men begin to show some sign of consciousness now. Jesse uses the rope for leverage as he stands to his feet as does Blaze. Blaze, with a surge of energy, runs at Jesse but Jesse ducks and backdrops Blaze onto the outside of the ring.
MASTERS: Very smart move by Jesse, he knows his way around the squared circle. Jesse climbs out of the ring and drags Blaze over to the Spanish announce table. Jesse rips the top and monitors off the table.
SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: NINGUNA PARADA ESO! NINGUNA PARADA ESO! NINGUNA PARADA ESO!
DANIELS: Jesse places Blaze on the announce table then slides back in the ring. Jesse is climbing the turnbuckle, he’s on top, what’s he going to do here? JESSE LEAPS OFF!! OH MY GOD!! JESSE HITS BLAZE WITH AN ELBOW DROP! BOTH MEN CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE!!
SPANISH ANNOUNCERS: AY DIOS MIO! AY DIOS MIO!
DANIELS: Both men went crashing through the table but Blaze got the bad end of that elbow drop by Jesse. Jesse grabs another ladder and slides it into the ring, he then grabs Blaze and slides him into the ring. Both men are in the ring now and Blaze is on his feet. Jesse grabs Blaze but Blaze kicks Jesse in the midsection and DDT’s him onto the ladder. Blaze leans the ladder up against the corner of the ring. He Irish whips Jesse into the ladder and Jesse is now out on his feet, leaned up against the ladder in the corner of the ring. Blaze picks up the other ladder and walks over to Jesse, Blaze swings the ladder with all his might.
THWACK!!
MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!! I’VE HEARD OF A CON-CHAIR-TO BUT A CON-LADDER-TO?!?! BAH GOD!!!
DANIELS: WHAT AN INNOVATED MOVE BY BLAZE!! Jesse Montana has a waterfall of blood running down his face. Blaze garbs the ladder but Jesse, with a surge of energy, jumps up….MONTANA EXPRESS ON THE LADDER WHICH POPS BLAZE RIGHT IN HIS FACE!!! BLAZE IS FALLS TO THE MAT! THE LADDER BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES AND LANDS ON BLAZE!!
MASTERS: Jesse climbs the turnbuckles, he jumps and hits a frog splash on the top of the ladder and crushes Blaze in the process.
DANIELS: Yes but Jesse is now writhing around on the mat in pain.
MASTERS: I can’t bear to watch this massacre anymore. Jesse stands to his feet and sets up the ladder and is now climbing the rungs while Blaze is coming to. Blaze struggles to his feet and proceeds to grab yet another ladder as Jesse is midway up his ladder. Blaze climbs the other ladder while holding another ladder. Boy, this is getting confusing now.
MASTERS: What the bloody hell is Blaze doing now? He sets the ladder across both of the standing ladders, making some sort of walk way.
DANIELS: This is getting dangerous, both men are now teetering on either side of the briefcase now. Both men are pounding each other trying to gain the advantage with that briefcase just inches away. Jesse gains the advantage and it looks like he is going to take that case with him now.
MASTERS: YES! I knew it, I told you, Jarred, Jesse Montana will win this match.
DANIELS: WAIT! What's this? MAYNARD O'TOOLE IS IN THE RING! HE CLIMBS THE LADDER JUST AS JESSE IS ABOUT TO TAKE THE CASE DOWN!! JESSE
DOESN'T SEE HIM!! JESSE REACHES OUT FOR THE CASE BUT MAYNARD LUNGES AT JESSE!!
THUD!!!
MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!! MAYNARD JUST SPEARED JESSE RIGHT OFF THE LADDER AND BOTH MEN GO CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE DOWN BELOW!!!
CROWD: KRIMZON BLAZE!!! KRIMZON BLAZE!!! KRIMZON BLAZE!!!
DANIELS: THESE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!! BLAZE LOOKS ON TO THE CHEERING CROWD AND GRABS THE CASE!!
DING! DING! DING!
DANIELS: IT'S OVER!! IT'S ALL OVER!! KRIMZON BLAZE HAS WON THIS MATCH!!! AND THE FANS ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!
All of a sudden 'Our Revolution' by Halifax floods the arena.
DANIELS: OH MY GOODNESS!!! IT'S SHAWN WATERS!!! KRIMZON BLAZE'S TAG TEAM PARTNER, SHAWN WATERS HAS COME OUT. I can only assume he is here to congratulate Blaze on his huge upset. Blaze climbs down off the ladder and the two men embrace in a hug as the fans go nuts!
CROWD: FIRE AND ICE! FIRE AND ICE! FIRE AND ICE!
DANIELS: Shawn holds Blaze's arm in the air, in victory. Blaze hands Shawn his briefcase and Shawn continues to embrace his good friend. Oh man, what a show of respect from Shawn, these two have had each other’s backs for the longest time now. They are former tag team champions.
THWACK!! *ALL OF A SUDDEN, SHAWN LEVELS BLAZE WITH THE CASE!*
DANIELS: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??!! SHAWN WATERS JUST LEVELED BLAZE WITH THE BRIEFCASE! Shawn has a sinister grin on his face as the fans boo massively.
MASTERS: Bloody hell, I think I find myself in Shawn Waters' fan club now. Shawn is opening the case and is now ripping up Blaze's contract.
DANIELS: What an asshole, he is now pocketing Blaze's world title contract. He picks Blaze up and nails him with a 'Brainwash' and he is now leaving the ring as his music plays. These fans are livid and for good reason. Shawn turned on the one man who he could truly call a friend. There are three bodies left lying in the ring now.
MASTERS: Bravo, Mr. Waters...BRAVO!
DANIELS: Oh would you just shut up, William, you're such a kiss ass. Well anyway, i don't know what to make of this situation. Blaze pulled off a hell of an upset then his so called friend, Shawn Waters, came down to the ring to congratulate his tag team partner, or so we thought and now Waters has the world title contract in his pocket and he ripped up Blaze's CZW contract. In any event, folks, we'll be right back..........WAIT! MAYNARD IS BACK TO HIS FEET NOW AND HE LOOKS PISSED! Maynard rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair then slides back in. He begins punishing Jesse with vicious chair shots.
MASTERS: Maynard has completely lost it. He locks on 'The Undertow' and Jesse is begging for dear life. WAIT! HERE COMES KARL JACKSON WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER AND HE JUST NAILED MAYNARD RIGHT IN THE HEAD WITH IT!!!
DANIELS: Karl helps Jesse up to his feet, Jesse is now directing traffic. Jesse is livid over that upset by Blaze.
MASTERS: As he should be, it was all Maynard's fault. Karl holds Maynard in place as Jesse sets up for the ..... MONTANA EXPRESS ON MAYNARD!!!
DANIELS: Jesse and Karl smile down at Maynard's beaten body as 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' blasts through out the arena. Folks don’t go anywhere, we still have a lot more to come, including the world title match.
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-=- CZW Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match -=-
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TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
MASTERS: What is this eerie music for Jarred?!
DANIELS: I think it’s something to do with our next contest William, but this eerie music does not fully explain the passion and sheer hatred that has boiled up between these three men over the course of these past few months.
MASTERS: Yeah you have the two most dangerous men in CZW, and I know that status has been thrown around a lot lately, but it’s damn true, these two men Covey and Jackal stop at no lengths, they have no remorse, no compassion, in fact these twisted souls actually enjoy inflicting pain, upon men, women, children, they probably even enjoy inflicting pain on themselves, Jarred.
DANIELS: As dangerous as they are, will they be able to stop a man who basically has had his life torn down by these individuals, lets start with Matt Covey, he has been a demon to Ace King since his arrival it seems, the feud with XTC and the Anarchists and Whole Damn Show, I mean this feud has lasted over half a year. But the day Matt Covey and his demonic girlfriend Hellena…
MASTERS: Demonic but HOT, Jarred!
DANIELS: The day they brutally and engrossingly attacked Ruthann, who was carrying Ace King’s child at the time…
MASTERS: Or so we are told…
DANIELS: Can you imagine the anger that must have broiled inside of Ace King, his own flesh and blood being murdered and his own girlfriend being critically hurt. The man was near suicidal but the will and strength inside of Ace King is legendary, everyone knows what kind of heart this man possesses, and he came back, one thing on his mind, to extract revenge for what Covey had done.
MASTERS: But did he get it? No. Covey and King may have beaten the hell out of each other in that Unsanctioned match back at Beginning of the End, but Covey is still walking, he is still breathing and he is back, better and badder than ever.
DANIELS: And what does he go and do, he starts a twisted relationship with the woman Ace King loved, and the woman who’s child he murdered, only to backstab her in the end, and that brings in the Jackal.
MASTERS: The other most dangerous man, and this man is no murderer, but he might as well be. He has ended countless careers so far in his life, he has snapped bones and tortured minds, but it wasn’t until he actually snapped the ankle of Ruthann, a few weeks back in Brazil that Ace King was involved with this maniac.
DANIELS: I hardly even want to talk about that incident, William.
MASTERS: Well lucky for our viewers I am not a wuss like our friend Jarred here. It was on the day of the riot in Brazil, Jesse Montana was there in the ring with Matt Covey and a bloodied and bludgeoned Ace King. Ruth came down to stop any more damage being done to her former boyfriend, and Matt Covey violently came towards her with a chair. The Jackal came down to help matters…
DANIELS: Okay if your going to tell the story, tell it honestly, I was their, I saw how Montana was trying to riddle into the mind of a disturbed Covey, yelling at hi repeatedly to hit Ruth with the chair, but when Matt chose to hit Montana with the chair, the Jackal arrived on the scene and tried to instantly, at that moment, end the career of Matt Covey.
MASTERS: That is basically what I said you ass hole. Anyway where was I, oh yeah, the Jackal then got Ruth after she dived on top of Matt Covey, not for the first time may I add, and the Jackal snapped that woman’s ankle, as Matt Covey walked away, smiling at the carnage left in the ring.
DANIELS: The two most dangerous man, and the two most psychopathic men, but what will happen when they both finally get into the ring with each other, and more importantly, what will happen when Ace King finally gets his chance for total revenge, fighting against these two evil forces, and who will come out of this match the CZW Intercontinental Champion.
MASTERS: Your making it sound like a comic book Jarred, Ace King is not the goody in this story, Matt and Jackal are not the baddies, this is CZW and this is wrestling, any one of these men could take it tonight, I just can’t wait to see it because as Matt Covey said…There Will Be Blood!
The eerie music begins to fade as a load of smoke fills the front rows and the ring, Jessica Towers on the outside as she awaits the arrivals of the competitors, just like everyone else.
DANIELS: The eerie music has gone now William, you can come from under your desk.
MASTERS: It’s not that Jarred, it’s these Texan rednecks, their really starting to make me a little unnerved.
DANIELS: Yeah their certainly getting into this one, on their feet ready for a match of a life time, this time last year, it was Ace King being tied to a tree losing his IC Title, this year at Volatile Day, his chance at redemption finally arrives.
MASTERS: I just hope another riot doesn’t break out, these rednecks are liable to do just about anything for a little entertainment.
‘Puritania’ by ‘Dimmu Borgir’ begins to play throughout the arena, the fans booing loudly, though still some loyal Covey fans chant his name.
DANIELS: This man for ever will be controversial, it is just in his nature, and these fans either love him or hate him, it’s as simple as that.
MASTERS: I doubt the fans here are capable of feeling love are they?!
Matt Covey arrives at the top of the stage, his hands tied up ins bandages as he slams his right fist into the palm of his left hand, a growl on his face as he looks around the arena at the thousands of fans in attendance.
TOWERS: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 225 lbs and hails from wherever he damn well pleases, he is Bad Ass…MATT COVEY!
Matt begins to slowly walk down the ramp as the fans on the front rows either try to attack him or congratulate him, Matt Covey raises both hands and simply sticks the finger up to both sides. As he reaches the ring, he stays on the outside as he walks around, now grabbing a can of Carlsberg of a fan as he swigs it, before throwing it back in the fans face.
MASTERS: I wish I could get a drink here, waiter…WAITER…CAMARERO!!!!!!!
DANIELS: Would you shut up, this is no restaurant, my God…
MASTERS: But Matt Covey gets one and I don’t, that is just prejudice.
Matt Covey stands on the outside as he awaits his next opponent, the fans buzzing as suddenly the arena goes pitch black.
MASTERS: Oh great, so not only do we have to sit here just a yard away from these rednecks, now we have to do it in the freaking dark?! Why don’t we just put our hands up and GIVE them our wallets!
DANIELS: I think it ay be an entrance, but who is it?!
Go!
Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm
MASTERS: Oh my goodness me, these hooligans are possessed, and why is their some sort of monster on the stage.
DANIELS: What?! Oh my, that is Corey Taylor isn’t it?
MASTERS: Corey who? Look Jarred, I am not up on all this heavy metal thrashing, I am more the sort of classical man, I like Beethoven and Mozart, not bloody Slipping not or whatever the hell you said.
DANIELS: Wait, the song has changed, now it is…YES IT IS ACE OF SPADES…AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!
MASTERS: The man in the mask is Ace King?!
DANIELS: These fans are going insane for the Gambler, clearly wanting to try out a new gimmick, Ace King has so much passion and he gives his all, not only inside the ring, but in his entrances too, he is now running through the crowd, this man is loving it.
MASTERS: I hate it Jarred, and I am not the only one, look at the face of Matt Covey, that is of pure unadulterated hate, Jarred.
TOWERS: And now on his way to the ring, weighing in at 205 lbs and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada…he is the Gambler…ACE KING!
Matt Covey stares at Ace as he makes his way through the crowd in Austin Texas, keeping his mask on, a Slipknot style mask in gray color. As Ace of Spades comes to a close, the music switches back to ‘Before I Forget’ by Slipknot as Ace now jumps over the guardrail and climbs into the ring, diving on all four corners as he takes his mask off to salute the fans. Ace then places his mask back on as the music dies down.
DANIELS: The music may have died down but these fans have not, that entrance may have just riled them up to an even greater level.
MASTERS: Just what we need. And what is with the mask?!
DANIELS: I couldn’t possibly say, but it doesn’t change the fact that this is Ace King inside this ring, the legend in CZW, the first ever IC Champion, and the former World Champion.
MASTERS: No it doesn’t change that, but it just makes him look like a damn fool, and can he even see in that monstrosity?!
DANIELS: Oh William. OH AND HERE WE GO…THESE FANS ARE NOT CHEERING NOW…HERE COMES THE JACKAL!
The lights dim down as the trance like intro of Gold Medal by Trademarc begins to play, the fans either booing or silent with fear.
MASTERS: This is a man who need no ridiculous entrance, he needs no introduction, all I can say is 20-5 that is his win loss record, quite magnificent, and if he wins here tonight, he will go on to surpass Maynard’s record of 126 days as the Intercontinental Champion.
DANIELS: Before he thinks of records William, he should be focused on these two men, and keeping the belt for this next week.
MASTERS: I know that, I was merely pointing out a few facts about the Jackal, what your allowed to do that with your beloved Ace King but I can’t with the Jackal?
DANIELS: And these fans have gone form a party to a funeral, he is like the resident party pooper…
MASTERS: What in the hell are you on about, this is no party, this may very well turn into a funeral if you don’t keep your trap closed, this man is not ready to party, he is ready to maim, bludgeon and destroy.
DANIELS: Okay calm down, no need to put a dark cloud over this match.
The lights hover over the entrance ramp, an array of multiple colors beam down towards the stage as the bald head of the Jackal, then the golden shine of his IC Title is recognized, the fans immediately booing and chanting and swearing. The Jackal keeps his head down until finally he lifts it up along with his arms, draping the belt over his shoulder, the fireworks blast off as he poses for a few seconds.
TOWERS: And here ladies and gentlemen is the CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…he weighs in at 235 lbs and hails from Orlando, Florida, but now resides in Fort Lauderdale, Florida…he is the Jackal…KARL JACKSON!
As the song kicks in, Jackal now begins to walk slowly down the ramp, looking deeply at his opponents, ignoring the loud fans all around him. The Jackal reaches the ring as he has no fear to enter the ring with Ace King. He stands on the corner post as he poses, inciting more boos, all the time keeping his icy cold blue eyes on the Gambler. He holds up his belt and steps down, the music closing, the lights returning to normal, the fans cheering and chanting for the Gambler.
DANIELS: And as the Jackal passes his belt over to the referee, he seems to be concerned, his eyes staring into his Title, will he ever see it again?!
MASTERS: Of course he will you idiot, he is going to crush Maynard’s record, and this will be his toughest challenge yet, but he will prove tonight he is not only the best IC Champion ever, he is also good enough for the World Title.
DANIELS: Well first thing is first William, OH AND WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY?!
MASTERS: Vintage Jackal there, slapping the referee in the face after he mistreated the IC Title.
DANIELS: He never mistreated it, he was doing his damn job, and look at that, Matt Covey slaps him too, these two men should be Disqualified before it even begins.
MASTERS: No DQ you as wipe, and the referee was laying his dirty paws on the Title in which the Jackal made famous.
DANIELS: First of all Ace King and Mack Beaudin made that Title famous, and secondly, the referee has a job to do, and so do you instead of being a suck up.
MASTERS: Me the suck up, you’re the one drooling over Ace King…ooooh he has a mask, ooooh he is a hero, a legend, he is nothing and he may very well be proved to be a has been here tonight.
DANIELS: Total rubbish, and as long as Ace King has got his millions of fans backing him up, he will never be a has been, he has a win over Gregory Grantham recently and a long feud with Matt Covey, this man may have been fighting for the IC Title last year, but this time, he is even better in my eyes, and the eyes of his fans around the World.
MASTERS: Damn it’s the same with you every time a member of XTC is out here, you know they don’t want you in their group don’t you?! I mean you can apply all you want, you just don’t fit the criteria.
DANIELS: I have no idea what your talking about and neither do you I bet, but anyway, these men are set in the ring, these three men have hatred for each other, they even share respect for each other, this match should be a classic and some people regard this as the joint main event, what a contest we should have on our hands here.
MASTERS: Let’s get it on, COME ON JACKAL!
‘LETS GO ACE KING…LETS GO ACE KING…’
*DING DING*
DANIELS: The bell goes and I just wonder, how will this contest form?
MASTERS: And I am wondering when Ace King is going to take off that ridiculous mask.
DANIELS: Straight away Ace King fires a strong right hand at Matt Covey who falls back, Jackal comes in but gets the same treatment, Ace now unloading on both of them, rights and lefts, the Jackal falls through the ropes, what a right hand their by Ace King.
MASTERS: This momentum will have to end eventually, clearly the Gambler is fired up, he wants revenge for what these two men have put him through, but has he bitten off more than he can chew?
DANIELS: Maybe, but for now Ace still has control, he Irish whips Matt to the ropes as he bounces off, Ace with a head butt to the sternum, driving that mask into the ribcage of Matt Covey.
MASTERS: Now he is using it as a weapon? Ace King has an unfair advantage in this match now.
DANIELS: Oh please, these men would resort to setting each other on fire if they had to, Ace King is just fighting fire with fire, that is all.
MASTERS: Oh and what is this?! Ace King now climbing the turnbuckle to make these fans go even more insane than before, I hate the way he clicks his fingers and they do exactly what he wants.
DANIELS: Kinda like your wife hey William.
MASTERS: She is not my wife, she is my servant.
DANIELS: Oh dear. Anyway, back to the match and Ace King is setting this place a light, and now he finally takes his mask off to reveal his face, Ace King, could he be the first ever two time IC champion?!
MASTERS: OH and it’s as if Karl Jackson could hear you, coming back into the ring and out of no where hitting Ace from behind.
DANIELS: Yes Ace now on the canvas. Jackal stomps away, and now drops a knee drop on his face, Ace is rolling around in pain here.
MASTERS: Looks like the other dangerous psychopath is back up too. Matt and Jackal just look at each other, and I believe there is a mutual respect there, not only for how talented the two are, but for how demonic they are willing to be.
DANIELS: Sounds like a sick relationship to me. Ace now though is in dyer trouble here, now trapped in the corner with two maniacs praying on him. Matt Covey charges him down but OH ACE WITH A DROP TOE HOLD, COVEY GOING HEAD FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Ace now back up and Jackal doesn’t seem so confident now. Jackal with a hard right hand but the Gambler ducks, and WHAT A MOVE… A BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX…
MASTERS: OH NO JACKAL WAS CAUGHT!
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DANIELS: GOOD GOD…COVEY NOT ONLY KICKING ACE OFF THE PIN…BUT HE DAMN WELL JUST KICKED ACE IN THE GROIN ON PURPOSE!
MASTERS: I am sure he didn’t mean to, hell Ace King was bridging, he left himself wide open.
DANIELS: He meant it, he smile tells the whole story, and Ace King’s face tells an even more detailed story.
MASTERS: Covey is now stalking Ace again, and I doubt this time the Gambler will pull off a counter.
DANIELS: Covey like the monster he is now kicking Ace, every stomp must feel like a train wreck, Covey now lifts Ace up as he head butts him, and what is this?! The man is now biting the forehead of Ace King, these fans on the front rows are getting the perfect view of Matt Covey now biting Ace King’s forehead.
MASTERS: This is what makes him the most dangerous man, he fights like a street fighter, he would stop at no lengths, he would even turn to cannibalism, the guy is insane, my God Ace King is now bleeding from the head.
DANIELS: Jackal is now back up as he pushes Covey aside, Jackal is now raking the eyes of Ace, what is he doing now?! Pressing his fingers into the eye sockets of the Gambler.
MASTERS: These men are the dirtiest, most deranged, and quite frankly insane men in the company, and Ace King is in hell right now.
DANIELS: Matt Covey now pushes Jackal aside, going back to biting the forehead of the Gambler, but Jackal pushes Covey, what is this?! Are they trying to out do one another?! This could either be the opportunity Ace needs or…
MASTERS: His demise, plain and simple.
DANIELS: Well these thousands of fans who have sold out this arena here tonight hopes it’s not the demise of Ace King, more the rebirth of the Gambler, but he has a long way to go now. Jackal and Covey now teaming up again, both stomping down Ace in the corner. Matt Covey walks off, what is he thinking now? I hate to think…
MASTERS: Well Jackal keeps on the punishment in the corner, Ace now bleeding again just like he did three weeks back…and Matt Covey…HE HAS THE MASK!
DANIELS: What is the meaning behind this, does he now need to dis-respect Ace as well as bite his damn face. Matt Covey licking his lips as he looks into the mask, now placing it on and these fans are irate.
MASTERS: Why are they irate, it’s just a guy in a mask, just like Ace or Gory Taylor or whoever the hell you said.
DANIELS: That is not the point, and now Matt Covey goes back to punish Ace King, now hitting several right fists into the face of the Gambler, Ace’s blood now staining the white bandaging over the fists of Covey. The Jackal watches on, with the same excited face as Matt Covey.
MASTERS: I think Jackal wants a go though, they are like two eager children playing with their toy army men, Ace just happens to be the toy in their demonic slaughter they have going on inside the ring.
DANIELS: It’s exactly like that, and now Jackal rips the mask of Covey’s face, and now placing it on his own. Ace tries to fight back, RIGHT AND LEFT AND RIGHT…BUT OH!!! LOW BLOW…FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
MASTERS: There is just no way out for the Gambler here. And Jackal now hitting rights and lefts of his own, and now a European Uppercut almost knocking Ace King’s head clean off.
DANIELS: But what is this?! Matt Covey now ripping the mask off Jackal, but before he can place it on his own face, the Jackal swipes it back. Are these two actually fighting over the mask now? Or are they fighting over the carcass of Ace King? Their like a couple of damn hyenas here!
MASTERS: More like lions. But Covey and Jackal, they were never a team and most likely never will be a team, this working together could only last a few moments I guess…
DANIELS: OH ACE EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK…Jackal now rolling out of the ring, out of harms way once again. Covey spears Ace to the ground though as once again, we see shades of Beginning of the End, these two men resorting to fist fighting, Ace gets up but Covey gets up too, Ace with a dropkick but Matt blocks, Ace back up and Matt Covey catches him with an almighty right hook, Ace down to the canvas again.
MASTERS: Matt Covey is going back to the mask. He places it back on his face as he picks up Ace, almost some sort of message being sent to the Gambler here as Matt Covey kicks him in the gut, now runs at the ropes as he returns at pace back towards Ace King…WHAT A KNEE!!!! OUTLAW KNEE!!!!!!!
DANIELS: These fans are silent as they watch their favorite roll around in the ring in a pool of his own blood, I just hope there are no kids watching this.
MASTERS: That’s right, if you hear this Brian Kirkland, go to bed, this is not suitable for you.
DANIELS: Jackal now back in the ring, WAIT…I THINK HE IS A LITTLE CONFUSED…HE SPEARS COVEY DOWN TO THE GROUND AND UNLEASHES RIGHTS AND LEFTS…
MASTERS: AH!!! What about team work Jackal?!
DANIELS: He gets up and you know what, William, I believe Karl Jackson thought it was Ace King who was wearing the mask then, and now he sees Ace King in the corner, he looks down at Matt Covey, his face going bright red, I think he made a mistake there…
MASTERS: OH NO…WATCH OUT JACKAL…
DANIELS: ACE KING WITH A BIG BOOT TAKING THE JACKAL’S BALD HEAD RIGHT OFF!!!!
MASTERS: GET UP COVEY…GET UP JACKO!!!!!!!!!!!
DANIELS: Covey is still recovering in the corner, the mask having come off. Ace King picks up Karl as he places him in the corner, he hits hi with a stinging knife edge chop, then another, these fans are coming alive once again and every time Ace gets the advantage, the atmosphere in this place becomes electric. Ace now Irish whips the Jackal into the opposite corner as Ace follows him at PACE….CROSS BODY!!!!
MASTERS: Covey is back up though what can he do here?! AHHH ACE KING JUST TOOK HIM OUT WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! THIS GUY HAS EYES IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!!!!!!
DANIELS: Yeah a modified version of the Full House there, and Jackal now stumbling around, Ace King catches him…Overhead Belly to Belly…NO!!! JACKAL LANDS ON HIS FEET…AMAZING ATHLETICISM…JACKAL WITH A DROPKICK!!!!
MASTERS: I never knew Jackal could pull off El Pablo like stunts like that, and it just makes him even more dangerous, he has technical ability, speed, strength and as we just saw, athleticism, oh and a whole lot of intensity.
DANIELS: And here comes the intensity now. The Jackal pulls down his straps as he kicks the mask out of the ring once and for all. The Jackal’s veins are sticking out…
MASTERS: He is turning into the Incredible Hulk…I am getting goose bumps!
DANIELS: Karl now lifts up Ace as he hits an Inverted Atomic Drop, then pulls his legs out from under him, Ace now on his back, Jackal with many submissions in his move list, Jackal twists the left leg of Ace, I think he is going for a Fujiwara Leg Bar…
MASTERS: Good plan, to work on the left leg of Ace, getting it ready for that dangerous Jackal Lock. Karl is now ripping and tearing, his blood pulsating through his body, his face turning red with aggression, damn if he carries on like this his eyeballs could start to bleed.
DANIELS: Nice thought there, William. And Ace needs to find the ropes here or do something, Covey seems to still be resting in the corner, and probably has no intentions of helping Ace here.
MASTERS: But he wouldn’t want to see Ace tap out.
DANIELS: This is true, and I can’t honestly remember when I saw Ace King tap out, what an achievement it would be if the Jackal not only beat Ace in this match, but made him tap out. And so far, he may very well do that, Ace still not finding the ropes. MATT COVEY COMES IN THOUGH…ELBOW DROP ON THE JACKAL.
MASTERS: Yeah picking his moment there and delivering. The Jackal is up now, are we going to see what we SHOULD have seen all along, before Ace stuck his nose in their business.
DANIELS: Hardly right William, they stuck their noses in his business, Ace wants revenge and he deserves this match. But your right, we may get to see a bit of jackal against Covey action here, who is the most dangerous man?!
MASTERS: This is great, Jackal exploding with rights and lefts, but Covey fighting back, not so smart by the Jackal there to go fists with fists with Matt Covey.
DANIELS: Jackal though smartly using his wrestling ability here to take down Covey, Jackal now managing to worm his way around, now on top of Covey, behind him, and if this was UFC Covey would be in the worst position possible.
MASTERS: It’s not UFC though and Covey elbows Jackal in the side of the skull viciously. Covey now on top of jackal but what is this…JACKAL IS GOING FOR HIS JACKSON CRUSH!!!!
DANIELS: Covey though with enough fight in him to counter, now hitting Jackal in the face with right hands, Jackal having to cover up, using his guard to protect him, otherwise he could end up looking like…well…
MASTERS: Ace King!
DANIELS: I guess so. And Jackal reverses again, now locking in what looks like a modified arm bar, Jackal being able to apply a submission from any position, even on his back. Covey smiles though, this man is deranged, he is laughing about the pain he is in. Jackal lets go as Covey stands up, Jackal back to his feet now too as Jackal raises an eyebrow at Covey…
MASTERS: Well he must be thinking, what the hell is he laughing at…but Covey must like the pain that much. And all through their feud, it has seemed like they both have wanted to fight each other, not only to settle the score, but to inflict pain upon each other. The Jackal seems to be getting a little annoyed though, Covey just laughing straight at him.
DANIELS: Jackal now rolls to the outside, what is he thinking here?! OH MY…THE JACKAL PULLS OUT A CHAIN!
MASTERS: And the smirk on the face of Covey finally drops as the Jackal pulls out that chain, if you remember about a month back it was the Jackal who viciously and violently attacked Covey with that very same chain, busting him up pretty good with the help of Montana.
DANIELS: The Jackal is the one smirking now as he wraps the chain around the right hand, placing it up to his face, I think the Jackal is liking the smooth texture of this metallic chain. A sick smile on his face, his icy cold eyes staring at Covey. WAIT WHAT IN THE HELL…IT IS ACE KING…HE COMES FORM OUT OF NO WHERE…A DIVING SPEAR OFF THE APRON TAKING THE JACKAL DOWN TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR BELOW!!!!!
MASTERS: Well I guess the Jackal is not going to get to use the chain after all, and Ace now hitting Jackal repeatedly in the head.
DANIELS: Covey now slides out of the ring, I guess he wants a piece of the fight on the outside too. He loves the brawls does Covey! Matt gets an elbow in the face from Ace though, then Ace grabs him…OH MY…ACE WITH A SLINGSHOT SUPLEX…COVEY LANDING SPINE FIRST ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!
MASTERS: I heard that from here, what impact.
DANIELS: Ace King is right in front of his fans here, they scream as they watch their hero demolish two of his biggest rivals to date. And look what the Gambler has found, he picks up the chain from which Karl Jackson brought into the ring. Ace is now looking set to use it, but who on?!
MASTERS: And these people cheer for this?! They should all be locked up in an asylum.
DANIELS: The Combat zone is their own person asylum and Matt Covey seems set to be whipped here by the chain that Ace has wrapped around his hand. ACE WHIPS THE BACK OF COVEY AS HE GROWLS IN PAIN…AND AGAIN…ACE IS FINALLY GETTING THE REVENGE HE DESERVES FOR ALL THE CRIMES COVEY HAS COMMITED AGAINST HIM!
MASTERS: Karl Jackson isn’t safe here either, Ace now walking over to him, Jackal is up though, that’s it Jackal, run, get away from that psycho.
DANIELS: The Jackal now running like a scolded dog, Ace passionate about whipping Karl with his own chain. The Jackal slides into the ring as Ace follows, but that was indeed smart thinking by the champ, now pounding down Ace.
MASTERS: Yes Ace let his emotions get him carried away there, and Jackal took advantage of his emotional state.
DANIELS: Jackal now lifting Ace up as the Jackal hit’s a European Uppercut, then another, Jackal looking to hit a neck breaker but Ace reverses, DDT! Ace is back on his knees quickly and this time, he has Jackal just where he wants him, and he has the chain too.
MASTERS: Don’t count out Jackal just yet, remember even when he is on his back he is dangerous.
DANIELS: Ace King now wraps the chain around his hand, he can taste his own blood, he wants to make Jackal taste HIS blood, and these fans are loving it. Ace sits over Jackal but wait NO…JACKAL WITH A SMALL PACKAGE…
MASTERS: I told you!
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DANIELS: That was a close call. Both Ace and Jackal trying to get back to their feet, the chain now dropped out the ring, but Matt Covey seems to be getting back in. Ace King is on his feet but there is Covey, with a running knee strike.
MASTERS: Is it just me or is Ace stuck between a rock and a hard place right now.
DANIELS: Ace knew the deal before he came into this match, and this man has so much passion, he is willing to fight through the odds, he wants revenge and he wants that Title back, it’s been a whole year since he wore it, and now it could be his again.
MASTERS: Last time he got tied to a tree, this time he can only hope to be tied to a damn tree.
DANIELS: Matt Covey is now choking Ace King, making the blood flow more and more from the gash on the forehead of Ace King. The Jackal is up now too as he begins to stomp down back on that left ankle, weakening for maybe the inevitable. Covey lifts Ace back to his feet as Jackal hit’s a knife edge chop, Covey with an eye poke, Jackal then with a right hand, Ace is back at the ropes and is once again being double teamed.
MASTERS: He put himself in this match, now maybe he is regretting his decision, however these two men aren’t going to let him escape, they are wanting to end his career, maybe even his life.
DANIELS: Well that is just disturbing, William. Anyway Jackal now with a sambo style suplex, Ace back on the ground. Covey is there, he drops a head on the heart of Ace, and now back up again, ready to kick away at Ace’s bloodied head. WAIT WHAT IS THIS…JACKAL WITH A ROLL UP ON COVEY!!!!!
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MASTERS: Jackal just proved it is every man for himself, he wants to keep that Title, and he wants to get the win in this match.
DANIELS: I don’t think Covey sees it that way. Matt is now walking up to Jackal, I think situations could yet again explode here. COVEY HITS JACKAL WITH A RIGHT HAND, THEN A LEFT…
MASTERS: NOOO…KEEP YOUR FOCUS ON ACE!
DANIELS: They have no focus now other than to hurt each other. Covey hits jackal with a knee to the sternum, then hit’s a jawbreaker, Jackal holding his face as he leans on the ropes. Covey runs at Jackal but Jackal overheads Covey to the outside, no…Covey stays on the apron, Karl turns around, Covey pokes Jackal in the eye, then climbs back into the ring hitting Jackal with a fast paced spear, now laying into him with rights and lefts.
MASTERS: Covey is on fire here, the man has gone mad. Covey is back up and I think he is looking to end it here, I think he wants to kick Jackal right in the head, I have seen it happen before, Covey now stalking Karl, if he hits this he could cause a concussion or even worse…
DANIELS: MATT COVEY PUNT KICK!!!!!
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MASTERS: Matt Covey nearly proved himself to be the most dangerous man there, but Jackal is back up.
DANIELS: Yeah Jackal with a right, now a left, and a right and now whips him towards the ropes, Matt reverses though as Jackal runs off, bounces off the ropes, no, he stops himself, hanging onto the ropes, Covey runs at him…clothesline…NO…
MASTERS: OH MY GOD…JACKAL JUST HIT AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY…THROWING COVEY ALL THE WAY ONTO THE CONCRETE ON THE OUTSIDE!
DANIELS: Covey seemed to land on his head there, lets take another look on a different camera angle. Yeah Covey must be knocked out unconscious after landing head first there, this match is so dangerous.
MASTERS: You think.
DANIELS: Jackal looks over the ropes, he seems proud of himself there. Ace King is back up though, Jackal better turn back around. He does, and now these men go fist to fist, Ace King quickly gets the advantage, Ace now Irish whips Jackal to the ropes, but Jackal reverses as Ace King bounces off, comes back and…OH MY…JACKAL WITH A QUICK POWERSLAM!
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MASTERS: Ace King is so resilient, so are all these men, I just wonder if this match will find an ending, one of these men may have to be buried for this match to end.
DANIELS: Well lets hope it doesn’t come down to that. Ace now back up as Jackal is straight back on him, European Uppercut, Jackal now tries to whip Ace into the corner, but Ace reverses this time, Jackal crashing spine first at pace, bouncing off and ACE OH MY GOD…HE WENT FOR A SPEAR BUT MISSED…CRASHING INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
MASTERS: The ring is shaking, and so am I…Ace King’s collar bone could have just been smashed to pieces there.
DANIELS: it must have been painful and Jackal looks to be stalking him here. Ace gets caught from behind, Jackal is now locking Ace’s left arm across his back, clearly making that injured shoulder bare as he hit’s a side suplex, crashing the shoulder down to the canvas. Jackal now straight into a chicken wing style submission, applying more pressure to the shoulder.
MASTERS: Yeah if Jackal sees any sort of weakness in the ring, he will exploit and exploit until that weakness becomes an injury and Jackal wins the match.
DANIELS: These fans chant Ace on though as he quickly gains enough momentum to get to his feet, even though his stamina must be low, he is still fighting and kicking, Ace now with an arm drag. Jackal springs back up but Ace now hit’s another arm drag. Jackal back up but Ace is there, now pushing Karl back into the corner. Ace is putting the boots to Jackson now, right boots into the sternum, Ace now climbs the ropes, he has Jackal trapped, the fans are going wild.
MASTERS: And these fans join in as Ace hit’s the Jackal in the head, they truly are sheep to Ace’s shepherd like ways.
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MASTERS: THIS MAN IS AMAZING…NOW HE NEEDS TO COVER HIM…AND HE WILL BE THE LONGEST REIGNING IC CHAMP EVER!!!!!!!!!!
DANIELS: Jackson crawls to get a cover, has Ace had enough time to recover, although that impact was vicious, Ace could be knocked out here just like Covey is.
MASTERS: JACKAL GETS THE COVER…HE GETS IT!!!
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DANIELS: IS THAT A THREE COUNT?!
MASTERS: NO! THE MISERABLE REFEREE SAYS IT’S A TWO COUNT…DAMN HIM!
DANIELS: So this match continues, and Ace is in a pretty bad way here now.
MASTERS: He is in bad shape, his head and face looks like a squashed tomato.
DANIELS: Yeah and he probably has Matt Covey’s teeth marks in their too. Jackal now is back up to his feet, and so is Ace somehow…SOME HOW! Matt is still out as far as I can see, Ace now getting caught with a headlock takedown, I think Ace is still pretty much dazed from that T-Bone suplex.
MASTERS: Yes and look at the intelligence of the Jackal, now back to squeezing the head of Ace again, letting all the blood rush to his head, wearing him down and as much as these fans chant, his life is being cut short here.
DANIELS: Ace King kicks his feet, he is still alive in this match, Jackal squeezes hard, we can see Jackal grit his teeth, applying as much pressure as he can. ACE THOUGH MY GOD WITH A ROLL UP!!!!
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MASTERS: Ace sliding Jackal over onto his shoulders there, but he didn’t even manage to get a two count.
DANIELS: And Jackal still with the headlock in place. Ace is now working his way to his knees though, he elbows Jackal in the midsection…
MASTERS: That looked like a damn low blow to me.
DANIELS: I don’t think it was, Ace with another, and again Jackal stumbles Ace now up to his feet…Jackal with a knee to the gut though and what is this?!
MASTERS: I believe it is a front backbreaker, and Ace is back down again.
DANIELS: Jackal sits over Ace, now bashing away at his head once again, blood staining the ring, Ace in a bad way here now. The Jackal stands back up, and I think these fans are silenced now, the Jackal once again silencing the crowd.
MASTERS: They must be just sitting back and admiring this man.
DANIELS: Maybe. Jackal now signaling the end, and I have to believe it truly is. The Jackal grabs the left leg of Ace…JACKAL LOCK…
MASTERS: JUST LIKE THAT…JACKAL LOCK…JACKAL LOCK!!!!!!!!!
DANIELS: Could this be it, is Ace even conscious, or will he tap, my God this would be considered a huge victory. The fans are making as much noise as they can now, silenced no longer.
MASTERS: They are silent to Ace here, he cannot hear, he cannot see, he is a bloody mess.
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MASTERS: MATT COVEY JUST HIT THE JACKAL IN THE SKULL WITH THAT CHAIN!!!!!!!!
DANIELS: Ace rolls to the outside, Covey throws the chain away but has the damage already been done…
MASTERS: My God this could be it…HE COVERS…JACKAL IS OUT HERE I THINK!
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DANIELS: No…the toughness of the Jackal showed through there, and Covey can’t believe it hardly.
MASTERS: Jackal kicks out, saving his Title, but I think he is busted open now after that shot with the chain. Covey will take advantage of this I bet.
DANIELS: Covey hits right closed fists into the wound, Jackal trying to cover up but he is hardly even able to think right now, his ears must be buzzing. Covey now lifts the Jackal up…he puts him over his shoulder…
MASTERS: COULD THIS BE THE BLOW IT OUT YOUR BRAINS?!
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MASTERS: These two men are down, Covey holding his head and neck, Jackal wiping away the blood that drips into his eyes. Who will prove the most dangerous, will any even survive?!
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DANIELS: Looks like both of these men are getting back to their feet now, how? I don’t know. Maybe they just want to fight more. They lock up, Covey quickly raking the eyes of Jackal, then locks up his arms, head butt…then another, then another, Covey has the blood of the Jackal on his own forehead now, these men have gone insane.
MASTERS: Gone?! They were always insane I believe, but yeah, Covey likes to play in blood it seems, he is so demented, he is probably feeling jealous that he is the only one now not bleeding profusely from the head.
DANIELS: Scary…just damn right scary. Jackal seems to be losing his footing now, Covey has weakened him down, he goes back towards the ropes, bounces off as he runs towards the Jackal…Lou thesz press, and follows by right hands, Jackal’s head being molded into the shape of Covey’s fist.
MASTERS: I said at the start, there will be blood, but I never thought there would be this much, the fight for the World Title will have to be fought in a red stained ring.
DANIELS: It is quite gruesome, but these men are gruesome. Jackal still fights his way to his feet as Covey now continues to hit him with right hands to the skull, Jackal responds with a right if his own though, then a left, Covey knees Jackal in the gut, Covey runs off to the ropes again now, looking for that knee strike again, but jackal this time dodges, Jackal now from behind…GERMAN SUPLEX!
MASTERS: JACKAL KEEPS THE ARMS WRAPPED AROUND COVEY…CAN HE GET ALL THREE?! I DON’T KNOW HOW HE CAN.
DANIELS: Jackal lifts Covey back up, both men hardly able to stand, Jackal grinding his teeth as he hit’s a second…these fans are on the edge of their seats here. Jackal is up, now dragging Covey up to his feet, Jackal using all his energy and momentum here to hit the third…
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DANIELS: NO…COVEY WITH A LOW BLOW!!!!!!
MASTERS: Now that HAS to hurt.
DANIELS: After all that Covey stops the attack of Karl by a quick and simple low blow. Jackal seems to be badly hurt here, spitting, coughing and spluttering. Covey now gets back up, holding the back of his head. Covey drags the jackal over to the ropes, I think Covey wants to take this fight to the outside. Covey lifts the Jackal to his feet but wait…JACKAL WITH A LOW BLOW OF HIS OWN!!!!!!
MASTERS: THESE MEN WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN AGAIN!
DANIELS: That is probably a good thing for the World if you ask me. Anyway, Jackal now getting back to his feet, and he seems to be climbing onto the apron, what does he have in mind here?
MASTERS: Who knows, I doubt even he does. Wait Jackal is now going to the outside, Covey still unable to stand. Jackal now goes to the mat, wait, he is pulling up the matting on the outside, this man has gone insane, underneath this matting is bare concrete…landing on that would be like crashing into a brick wall at great pace.
DANIELS: Jackal may have been hit too many times in the head, or maybe he is just plain sick. Jackal has now pulled up the padding on the outside, the fans booing loudly, and Covey inside the ring, he is helpless, MY GOD I KNOW THIS IS FOR THE TITLE AND THE NAME OF MOST DANGEROUS MAN, BUT THIS HAS TO STOP!
MASTERS: Jackal is about to stop it all right now I think.
DANIELS: Jackal now back on the apron, and the fans here know what is coming, Jackal did it to Krimzon Blaze a few months back, now he wants to do it to Covey, but onto the bare concrete.
MASTERS: Jackal grabs Covey, and this could be the end of Covey’s hopes of winning this fight. Jackal levers him on the ropes, and look into the eyes of the Jackal here, icy cold, no compassion, a look of a killer.
DANIELS: NO THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR…NO DON’T DO IT…OH HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT!!!!!!
MASTERS: COVEY JUST LANDED HEAD FIRST ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR, NO PADDING, NO NOTHING SEPARATING COVEY’S HEAD FROM PURE SOLID STEEL.
DANIELS: Lets take a look at this again, and if you are squeamish, look away now.
MASTERS: If your squeamish what in the World are you doing watching this match?!
DANIELS: COVEY’S NECK COULD BE BROKEN…IS THIS WORTH IT…A CAREER ENDED POSSIBLY FOR THIS BELT AND FOR A NAME.
MASTERS: Covey would have done the exact same thing, and as Jackal climbs back into the ring, it must be down to two men now, Karl Jackson and Ace King.
DANIELS: Ace King is back in the ring, we don’t know the extent of his injuries yet, and not Covey’s too but thankfully EMT’s are coming out down the ramp now. The Jackal stares at Covey, these two men are so much alike, yet so different, but both completely twisted.
MASTERS: Ace King is up…WATCH OUT JACKO!!!!!!!!!
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MASTERS: Ace with a cowardly roll up there.
DANIELS: Not cowardly, just clever. And as Ace and Jackal get back to their feet, the fans cheer them on, and this whole match, one man will be the IC Champion after this war is over.
MASTERS: They both stare each other down, and I don’t even know if they can see, they are both bleeding heavily from their heads, Covey on the outside now being laid out on a stretcher, things doesn’t look too good there.
DANIELS: It’s a shame it had to come down to that. But now we are about to witness possibly the two most talented wrestlers we have ever seen in CZW go at it, they may be beaten and bruised and bloodied, but they are still on their feet fighting. And these fans are desperate to see Ace pull out a win of his career here tonight.
MASTERS: And I am desperate to see the jackal stop that from happening.
DANIELS: Maybe he can. They lock up as this arena goes crazy with enthusiasm and excitement. The Jackal locks in a headlock, Ace King quickly lifts Jackson up though as he drops him with a soft side slam, then rolls around him to lock in an arm bar. Karl Jackson seems to be stuck in the hold now, gritting his teeth, his veins popping out of his bald and bloody head.
MASTERS: A technical battle is what we will see now. We have seen blood, we have seen violence, fights, big moves, now we will see technicality from these two men.
DANIELS: Yes that is exactly what we are seeing here. Jackal has found his way to his knees, Jackal now rolling through as Ace is forced to break the hold, Jackal now with an arm drag. Ace is back up as Jackal twists Ace’s left arm around, then locks in a hammerlock. The fans are chanting for Ace with passion once again here, just like they do every time their beloved Ace is in a hold.
MASTERS: No use, Jackal has a plan here, Jackal throws Ace King shoulder first into the steel ring post, the same shoulder as before. Jackal now comes behind Ace, he is going to hit him with a German Suplex…
DANIELS: No, Ace locks his leg around Jackal’s which means he is going no where, Jackal still with his arms wrapped around the waist of Ace from behind,. Jackal letting go but settling for a clubbing blow to the back of the head, Jackal then with a roll up and maneuvering it into the JACKAL LOCK!!! NO ACE KING ROLLS THROUGH AS THEY BOTH LOOK AT EACH OTHER, THE TENSION IS UNBEARABLE.
MASTERS: Look at the eyes of Ace King, you can see worry in them, now look at the eyes of the Jackal, pure confidence.
DANIELS: Wow, how did you get so good at reading people from their eyes alone. Anyway, Ace is now back on his feet as they circle each other again, these fans here in Austin getting one hell of a show. They lock up again as Jackal quickly strides behind Ace, taking him down to the mat. Ace rolls away though as Jackal runs towards him, Ace grabs him…wow what strength, Ace almost spearing Jackal all the way into the opposite corner.
MASTERS: This could go either way, Ace now with rights and lefts to the Jackal who can’t seem to be able to block these hard quick shots. The jackal now slumps to the ground, lying in the corner. Ace steps back, this looks bad for the Jackal, WATCH OUT…
DANIELS: ACE IS GOING FOR THE JACKPOT…ROLLING THUNDER…YES…NOW FOR THE SHINING WIZARD…
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MASTERS: YES! JACKAL MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AND ACE WENT CRASHING INTO THE CORNER.
DANIELS: Ace King seems to be stuck in the corner now, going for that huge shining wizard, if he had hit it, it would of surely been over. Jackal now though grabs Ace who is stuck on the second rope, a strange position to be in, Jackal grabs him in a reverse DDT position, levering him on the ropes…WAIT…OH MY GOD WHAT A MOVE…
MASTERS: I HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE…We thought Jackal was going for a levered reverse DDT, but instead he twisted Ace around, for some sort of reverse twist of fate off the second ropes…Jackal pin him…PIN HIM!
DANIELS: These fans are once again silenced…Jackal going for the cover…
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DANIELS: ACE WITH AN ALMIGHTY KICK OUT!
MASTERS: I thought that move was enough to do the job, but obviously not, this Ace is one tough s.o.b!
DANIELS: The Jackal now places his head in his hands, what more can he do?! Jackal pulls Ace from out of the corner, I think he is going high risk here, and in true gambling fashion, it is truly a risk…
MASTERS: One he shouldn’t be taking, he has Ace down and hurt, he should keep him there, he is just giving him time to recover here.
DANIELS: Wow, falling out with your beloved Jackal are you?!
MASTERS: Hey no, I have every confidence he will win, but he must not be thinking clearly, he has been bleeding for over twenty minutes now I think.
DANIELS: Well anyway, Jackal is indeed in fact going high risk, the fans are begging almost for Ace to wake back up, could the Gambler be playing possum here…or will Jackal hit this…MOONSAULT!!!!!!!!
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DANIELS: ACE KING MOVED AND THIS ENTIRE ARENA JUST EXPLODED…THESE FANS WANT ACE TO GET UP HERE AND FINISH THIS MATCH OFF!
MASTERS: Their all drunkard rednecks, what do you expect.
DANIELS: The Jackal seems to be spluttering up blood here, he may have broke his ribs. And I wonder if he did lose this match now, would he be happy for taking out Matt Covey? After all he may be known as the most dangerous man after this bout.
MASTERS: First of all he WILL be known as the most dangerous man after this bout, and secondly, no of course he would not settle for that you imbecile, this man wants the belt he has kept for 119 days, and he wants the World Title as well.
DANIELS: Okay calm down, he has a long way to go there, and Ace King is now stalking the Jackal, both these men have gave it their all here. The fans are on their feet, they sense the end, Jackal stumbles up, he is in no man’s land, and Ace King…ACE KING…ACE KING…
MASTERS: HOLY CRAP…
DANIELS: BLACKJACK BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MASTERS: KICK OUT JACKAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DANIELS: OH MY GOD HE WON IT…HE WON IT…
MASTERS: WAIT…NO HE DIDN’T HAHA…JACKAL HAD HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE…
DANIELS: WHAT?! OH MY…THE REFEREE IS SIGNALLING THAT THE JACKAL DID IN FACT HAVE HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES BEFORE THE THREE COUNT, I THOUGHT ACE HAD IT AND SO DID THESE FANS.
MASTERS: Jackal never dies when it comes to his precious title belt.
DANIELS: How can these men continue, I have no clue…Ace is draped over Jackal now and their both not even moving…
MASTERS: WAIT…HOLY SHIT…JACKAL OUT OF NO WHERE…HE LOCKS IN…
THE JACKSON CRUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DANIELS: Ace King was draped over the Jackal, and we thought he was unconscious, but Jackal just turned it up into another gear, a new level, this is unbelievable…
MASTERS: Jackson has the Jackson crush locked in, and when has a man escaped from this hold?! NEVER!
DANIELS: Well I don’t know about that, but Ace is bloodied, he has been through hell, and Jackal almost has tears in his eyes, he is giving absolutely everything to pull off this hold…
MASTERS: REFEREE!!! COUNT ACE DOWN DAMMIT!!! HE IS OUT!!!! HE IS OUT!!!
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INTO THE
ALL IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MASTERS: WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ACE KING’S OWN VERSION OF THE GOGOPLATA!
DANIELS: And now Jackal is choking, he may already have a concussion and even worse broken ribs, how can he not choke with all that, now being choked out with blood flowing from his head and his insides!
MASTERS: I can’t watch anymore!
DANIELS: Jackal has to tap…this has to be it…
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DANIELS: And with all this excitement, we forgot that Matt Covey was now stretchered away up the ramp, we wish him good luck with recovery, and we will bring you an update on his condition as soon as we get one, but here we have one hell of a fight going on.
MASTERS: JACKAL NOW HAS FOUND BARB WIRE UNDER THE RING…SURELY HE IS NOT THINKING OF USING THIS NOW?! THEIR WILL BE BLOOD…EVEN MORE BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!!
DANIELS: And isn’t it strange that Ruthann was admitted back into hospital this week with extensive cuts from apparently barb wire cuts, people say Jackal was to blame but as usual he got away with it, Montana has some talented lawyers.
MASTERS: How dare you make that statement live on TV when you have absolutely no evidence whatsoever.
DANIELS: Whatever, anyone would think you work for Jackal’s defense team.
MASTERS: And people would think your detective Colombo with the way your going on.
DANIELS: Well Jackal now steps back inside the ring, and what a crazed lunatic, he has just tied the barb wire around his own hands, he must be mad.
MASTERS: Ace King is about to be ended.
DANIELS: BUT NO…THESE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET…ACE KING WITH A SPEAR…AND PUNCHES OF HIS OWN. JACKAL IS BACK UP AND LAUNCHES A DOUBLE FISTED HIT…BUT ACE KING DUCKS…KICK TO THE GUT…HIGH ROLLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MASTERS: No way, Ace King just hit another one of his many finishers, this time a damn code breaker….and these fans are pissing me right off…
DANIELS: IT IS AMAZING…THE ATMOSPHERE HERE IS ELECTRIC TO SAY THE LEAST…NEVER HAVE I WITNESSED AN EVENT LIKE THIS…TRULY BEING THE CO MAIN EVENT…AND ACE KING IS SO CLOSE TO BECOMING THE FIRST EVER TWO TIME INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…
MASTERS: No…Jackal can’t let that happen…and why is Ace King not covering him anyway?!
DANIELS: Ace King has other plans. He rips the barb wire off the hands of the Jackal who screams in pain. Ace King…what in the World…HE IS WRAPPING THE DAMN THING AROUND HIS OWN LEGS!!!!!!!
MASTERS: WHAT IS THIS IDIOT DOING THAT FOR?!
DANIELS: OH MY GOD…I KNOW WHY AND SO DO THESE FANS…ACE KING GRABS THE JACKAL…HE LOCKS HIM IN…HOLY SHIT THIS IS JUST DERANGED…ACE KING WITH THE ALL-IN GOGOPLATA…BUT HAS THE JACKAL WRAPPED AROUND THE BARB WIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MASTERS: THIS IS WRONG!
‘ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…’
DANIELS: THE JACKAL SO FAR HAS REFUSED TO TAP, BUT WITH THE WIRE CUTTING INTO HIS THROAT AND HEAD…HE HAS TO SURELY…HE EITHER HAS TO TAP OUT OF PASS OUT…IRONICALLY THAT BEING HIS OWN CATCHPRHASE.
MASTERS: WHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!! YOUR STEALING HIS PHRASE AND ACE KING IS BEATING HIM WITH HIS OWN MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DANIELS: JACKAL HAS TO TAP…HE HAS NO OTHER CHOICE…IN THE CENTER OF THE RING…THE FANS LOOK ON…AUSTIN TEXAS IS ALIVE…ACE KING THE LEGEND IS WELL AND TRULY BACK…
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MASTERS: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DANIELS: ACE DID IT…HE WON…JACKAL TAPPED…THE PAIN WAS TOO MUCH…BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS WENT INTO THIS MATCH…CAREERS MAY HAVE BEEN ENDED…LEGENDS MAY HAVE BEEN BORN…AND ACE KING…
ACE KING IS THE NEW CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…TWO TIME…TWO TIME!!!!!
MASTERS: I am speechless, the Jackal has lost his belt, I was certain he would beat Maynard’s record…119 days to Maynard’s 126 days.
DANIELS: It is only a week difference, Karl Jackson should be proud of the performance he put in, but in the end, the legend of Ace King was just too great on the night.
MASTERS: Karl Jackson may be the most dangerous man in CZW, but he is no longer champion.
- Ace King celebrates the win with the belt, blood covering the ring, Jackal being carried off, medics attending to Ace, the fans going nuts…
TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEW CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…THE GAMBLER…ACE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Ace King places the mask back on his face as he manages to walk out on his own, the belt in hand, the roar of the fans behind him.
DANIELS: What a match, what a PPV, and we still have our main event ahead, we will be right back folks, don’t go anywhere!
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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
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TOWERS: "This next match is for the CZW World Heavyweight title! It is scheduled for one fall and is your Volatile Day MAIN EVENT!"
The crowd cheers loudly
TOWERS: "Introducing first... the challenger... hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds... a member of the Whole Damn Show... Rated E For Everyone... EDDIE ROWAN!!"
"Doomsday Clock" by The Smashing Pumpkins begins to play as most of the crowd cheers. Eddie comes out and poses, in black and red tights. He points to his palm and walks down the aisle, stopping to point at a 'Rowan Rules' sign held up by a fan. He slides into the ring and poses
DANIELS: "Eddie looking primed and ready for his title shot here tonight, William!"
MASTERS: "It will be a battle of the ages, Jarred!"
TOWERS: "And his opponent... being led to the ring by Leah Kimara... hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 215 pounds... he is the reigning and defending CZW World Heavyweight Champion... The Human Highlight Reel... ERIC COLLUM!!"
"Taking You Down" by Egypt Central plays as fireworks go off. Out comes Leah and Eric, to a chorus of boos and jeers. Eric wears the title around his waist, with green and black tights on. Leah is wearing a purple outfit, tight to the bone. They pose and then walk down to the ring, ignoring fans as they walk. Eric slides into the ring, hands the belt to Darrin Powers, and poses at a turnbuckle
DANIELS: "The referee for this main event will be senior ref, Darrin Powers. He calls for the bell, and the action is underway!"
MASTERS: "This is going to be a classic of a match, Jarred, maybe the best match of 2009!"
DANIELS: "I can't argue with that! Eric is talking a little trash as they proceed to lock up. They struggle, neither man getting good control. Eric backs Eddie up into a corner, and Darrin calls for a break. Eric backs off... and kicks Eddie in the gut! Again! Again! Eddie falls and Eric stomps away!"
MASTERS: "Eric is a smart champion, Jarred, he knows when and where to strike at all times. He picks Eddie up and irish whips him to the opposite corner. He comes in, and nails Eddie with a high knee to the head! He throws him to the ropes... corkscrew dropkick! A master of his craft!"
DANIELS: "Eric seems to be in complete control now as he picks Eddie back up. He nails a swinging neckbreaker! He's going to the top!"
MASTERS: "To the top he goes!"
DANIELS: "I said that."
MASTERS: "But I'm better, Jarred! Eric is posing for a second, as the crowd is booing. This is his home state, why are they booing!? Idiots!"
DANIELS: "Eric isn't the best role model, William. He leaps... and NAILS a Houston Hangover! He drapes an arm over the stunned Eddie!"
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MASTERS: "He kicked out! You can't discredit Eddie, he's a member of the Whole Damn Show for a reason!"
DANIELS: "Eric picks Eddie up and throws him to the ropes. Eddie ducks the clothesline... the rebound... spinning heel kick! Eddie is slow to get back up, however, and they both stand at the same time. Eric goes to kick Eddie in the gut, but Eddie catches his foot! Eric stumbles.. enzigu--NO! Eddie ducks it and Eric lands on his belly. Eddie picks him up... Inverted suplex! He picks him back up... sitout powerbomb! Eddie holds on for the pin!"
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MASTERS: "Eddie stands up and grabs Eric's legs... positions him... he's trying to turn him over for the Texas cloverleaf, how fitting! Eric is stuggling... Eddie gets him turned over! Eric is wincing in pain as Darrin is asking him... He shakes his head no, that's right fight through it champ!"
DANIELS: "Eddie is really cinching it in, Eric is a fighter! Eric grabs the ropes! Darrin forces Eddie to release the hold. Eddie kicks at Eric's back a few times and then climbs the ropes. Eddie takes no time in posing, as he leaps... OH! Eddie was going for a top-rope legdrop, but Eric rolled out of the way at the knick of time!"
MASTERS: "What did I say about Eric earlier? He's the master, baby!"
DANIELS: "Eric is holding his back... He walks over to Eddie... and kicks him hard in the head! Another one! He picks him up.. DDT! Eric goes for the cover."
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MASTERS: "Eric seems to have pinpointed on Eddie's head, as Eddie has Eric's back. Both men using a gameplan, I like that. Eric picks Eddie up... and tosses him over the top rope! They're taking it to the streets, kid!"
DANIELS: "As Eddie is laying on the mat, Eric springboards himself over the top rope.. and a splash onto Eddie! Leah seems to be directing traffic!"
MASTERS: "She knows her role, and her role is help her man in any way she can! Eric picks Eddie up and goes to irish whip him into the guardrail... but Eddie reverses!"
* SMASH *
DANIELS: "Eric's back is in bad shape now, for sure. Eddie walks over to him and nails a forearm to the head. Another. He grabs him by the neck and tosses him back in the ring. He slides in after him. He picks him up... sitout gordbuster! The cover!"
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MASTERS: "Amazing, that move rocked the house and Eric still kicked out!"
DANIELS: "Eddie questions Darrin's count, but quickly proceeds to pick Eric back up. He throws him to the ropes, and leaps up for a dropkick.. but Eric holds onto the ropes and Eddie catches air! Eric is in pain but gets to Eddie and picks him up. Vertical suplex! He holds onto it and rolls over... another one! He repeats the sequence... three amigos, and the third was a fisherman suplex pin!"
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MASTERS: "Great moves there by the champ! Eric sluggishly goes to the top rope... He leaps... shooting star press perfectly nails Eddie! The pin!"
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DANIELS: "Incredible! I was sure that was it! Eric is flabbergasted, he could've sworn he had that one. He's in Darrin's face, who reminds him who the ref is. He turns around and grabs Eddie. Bodyslam. He leaps to the ropes... springboard elbow drop! He grabs Eddie's legs and locks on a figure-four leglock!"
MASTERS: "Great move here. And as Darrin is paying attention to Eddie, Leah pulls on Eric's hands adding leverage! Well done."
DANIELS: "Well done!? It's cheating! Darrin sees it though, and forces Eric to release the hold. He does, and as Eddie was sitting on the mat... another hard kick to the temple! He locks Eddie in a La Magistral and Darrin counts!"
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MASTERS: "Eric is pissed. He drags Eddie and positions him. He leaps to the ropes, going for the Asai moonsault.. but Eddie gets his knees up! Eric's ribs were completely exposed and they land right on the knees! Now both men are laid out."
DANIELS: "Eric is clenching at his ribs, Eddie is holding his head. Neither man will look like a winner after this match concludes."
MASTERS: "But someone BETTER win it, dammit. This is the World title at stake!"
DANIELS: "Eddie is slowly back up and picks Eric up. Repeated stiff kicks to the back and ribs area! Eric is going to need medical attention after this. Eddie picks Eric up... fireman's carry... he's going for the EVD!!"
MASTERS: "But no, Eric slides out! Eric kicks Eddie in the gut.... He's setting up the Collumbine, this is it!!!"
DANIELS: "BUT NO!! Eddie slides out of the move! Eddie with a kick to the gut... DDT!! The cover!"
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MASTERS: "Both men laid out again, and I am surprise Eddie didn't win the gold right there!"
DANIELS: "Eric's passion is unwarranted for sure. Both men begin to stir, Eddie using the ropes to get back to his feet. He stumbles over to Eric.. who sneaks in a small package!!!"
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MASTERS: "That's the smarts of the champ right there! Both men sluggishly stand up, and begin duking it out once again. A left from Eddie. A right from Eric. Eric with a kick to the gut! He's going for... it looks like a power bomb!"
DANIELS: "Eric picks Eddie up... but Eddie twists back, nailing Eric with a hurricanrana! He holds on for a pin attempt!"
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DANIELS: "What a display of strength by Eric!"
MASTERS: Now both men stand up, both as fast as lightening, even though they must be feeling it from the match now, Eddie goes for a Ensuguiri but Eric ducks. Eric now drops an elbow drop on the back of Eddie’s head. Eric lifts Eddie up, Edie now throwing out rights and lefts but Eric seems the most balanced, he ducks them all and quickly…
DANIELS: ERIC KICKS EDDIE IN THE GUT AND SETS HIM UP…COLLUMBINE!!!!!!!!!
MASTERS: Eric just stepped it up another gear there, amazing.
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DANIELS: That is the pin fall folks, and Eric Collum has just successfully defended his World Title in his first Title defense.
MASTERS: As I expected, but it was a close fought match, I have to give Eddie credit.
DANIELS: Both men now up on their feet, Eric is holding his Gold in the air, I hope they can both be professionals about this.
MASTERS: Are you implying that one may attack the other?
DANIELS: No I just…well both seem to be staring one another down, the fans are silent, the music stops…are they going to brawl?
MASTERS: You bet your ass they are!
DANIELS: Wait, Eric is holding out his hand, a hand shake from these two?! I never would have expected that, what with the feud going on between Whole Damn Show and 2-8_1.
MASTERS: Don’t shake it you fool, it’s a trap!
DANIELS: Well maybe not, Eric and Eddie are shaking hands, and now Eddie raises Eric’s hand in victory, I am surprised I must say, but what a great ending to a Pay-Per-View.
MASTERS: I can’t stand this, I like to see fighting, not sportsman ship.
DANIELS: Well these fans love this and that is all that matter, Eric now walking up the ramp, both men eyes locked on each other but it is Collum who holds the belt firmly in the air after tonight. What a great match, what a great PPV and what a great ending, from me and William here in Austin, Texas, we wish you all a farewell, and can’t wait for next week on Overdrive where yes…we will have all the answers, thank you very much and goodbye.
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