CZW! Starting with a BANG!

Go on and save yourself!
Take it out on me!
Go on and save yourself!
Take it out on me!
Go on and save yourself!
Take it out on me! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!


Fireworks explode from the small entrance ramp at the back of the bar, with everyone inside screaming at the top of their voices.
Fan made signs can be seen while the camera spins through the crowd.
“Bring on the NLWF rejects” “If KAOS wins we riot!” “Drinks on me....NOT!!”


The camera switches to the view of the announcers table which is situated just beside the entrance area, surrounded by fans trying to get on tv. Mike Tucker, gets the broadcast under way.


Ladies and Gentlemen you have joined us on an amazing night of sporting history. This is the night when wrestling is changed forever. A new era in wrestling. We will see the past and present meet the future. One things is for sure, it will be enjoyable. It is time for our first match. And tonight we promised starting off with a bang. We have Tapido Delavega vs Jamean Jackson. Battle of the minorities. In a Human Torch Match. Brutal choice of match made by Corey Casey earlier in the week. Let's take a look.


The camera cuts to Rick Christian the bacstage interviewer of CZW, is running up the halls, and behind Corey Casey.


Corey, Corey!


What?


I'm with CZW, Aaron's fed. I need to know what type of match you would like to see happens in the new era of wrestling.


I always wanted to see a non-pussy version of the Human Torch Match?


Thanks very much Corey. Back to the studio.


Well here we go with our first Wrestler Wrequest Match.


Introducing first, Tapido Delavega!


The lights flash as Tapido Delavega walks down to the ring. He slaps hands with the fans, and the slides into the ring.


And his opponent, Jamean Jaxon.


Straight after, Jamean Jaxon walks out from behind the curtain and taunts Tapido as he walks to the ring. When he gets in, the ref is handed the lit torch. He places it in the holster at the ring post. Then the match gets under way.


[Ding Ding]


Both men run at eachother, and get hooked in a grapple. Jamean gets Tapido into a headlock. Tapido pushes him off and into the ropes. When he comes back Tapido spin kicks Jamean in the face.


Good turn of events there.


As he drops, Tapido rolls and then stands up. He grabs Jamean by the hair and throws him outside the ring, then quickly follows. He picks him up again and irish whips him into the steel steps. Tapido starts a run up at the downed Jaxon who has his back to the steps. Jaxon moves at the right time and Tapido flips over the steps, because the force that his shins struck the steel.


Jesus that had to fucking hurt.


Jaxon stands up slowly and then leans on the shoulder of a fan beside him. Tapido struggles to get to his knees, and cant put pressure on his legs. When Jaxon walks over, Tapido punches him in the stomach. And again, and again. Jaxon backs up, and then runs with a dropkick to Tapido on his knees. Jamean grabs a steel chair and smashes Tapido in the knee.


He's going to need help getting out of here.


He's rolling in pain now. But things get even worse for him as Jamean grabs the lit torch from the ringpost. Jamean is taunting Tapido now, waving the flame on front of Tapido's face. Just as Jaxon is about to drop the torch on Tapido. Delavega jumps forward and punches Jaxon in the balls. The torch drops from his grasp and Tapido grabs it quick. He swings the torch up and lights Jaxons hair on fire.


Burn baby burn!


[Ding Ding Ding]


Here is your winner, Tapido Delavega.


Jamean Jaxon realises his hair is on fire, and runs maniacly up towards the bar. His hair is put out by five staff members with fire extinguishers. While this was happening, the referee helps Tapido to his feet as he raises his hand. Then he gets helped backstage.


A promo runs for Revolution this coming Monday.


Coming this Monday, making it's second week on a new network. Is NLWF Revolution on VERSUS! The eagerly awaited return of the mighty Legacy! Yet another Undispued Title match between Corey Casey and Jason Hawk after Aaron O'Shea, made his pressence know as special guest referee. Who will be champion going into War Games 2? Tune in this monday night to see what will happen next.


The camera cust back to Legacy Bar where the camera is in sight of the entrance ramp. Then it is clear why. Club Foot by Kasabian, blasts through the bar as the eagerly awaited entrance of the shows Owner Aaron O'Shea is finally made.
Aaron walks from behind the curtain slowly to the delight of the fans in attendance. They go wild as he walk down towards the ring, with his Dream Championship around his waist and a mic in his left hand. He gets to ring then waves his arms in the air to spur on the fans to cheer louder, which they immediately do.


Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to C.....Z.....W! I am your happy owner, Aaron O'Shea. Now is everybody enjoying themselves so far? Yeah alright. The show just keeps getting better. We have four qualifying matches for the Heavyweight title Extremely Fatal Fourway Battle Royal next week. We also have the match for the Tag Team Championships a little later on too. By the way, let's give a big shout out to Brenton and Megan for having their first child ladies and gentlemen.


NEXT GEN CHAMP! NEXT GEN CHAMP! NEXT GEN CHAMP!


Now.....


Girls by se7en plays around the bar. Aaron looks up at the entrance ramp confused at whats happening.


Maddox Li, steps out from behind the curtain with a microphone in his hand. He also has a confused look on his face.


Hey boss. I just saw the match card, and it seems you made a mistake. I am not on it.


That's because you only turned 17. I dont think its right that you should be wrestling grown men, double and triple your size.


Fuck that Aaron. I have been training for years, in martial arts and actual wrestling in school. I am ready. Plus I'm a natural animal in that ring. I can do this.Give me my chance. Please!


Ahh, so be it. Get in the ring you have a match now.


Aaron walked past Maddox on the ramp as he was making his way to the ring. Just as Aaron was about to go backstage, he turned back.


Oh and youre against Dave Zombie. You have a good night okay. See you next week. Maybe.


Maddox's jaw dropped when he heard who he was facing. Then it got worse as he knew it was reality. Dave Zombies music played and he was storming to the ring, growling and staring at the teenager standing in the ring.


Maddox runs at Zombie while he lifts his leg over the top rope to get in the ring. Maddox lays in kicks and punches but Dave seems unhurt. Dave grabs Maddox and throws him across the ring with one arm. Maddox gets up quickly and runs at Dave Zombie, but with his momentum gets a wicked black hole slam from Zombie and smashes to the mat. Dave pins him with ease, as Maddox is knocked out cold from the pain.
1.2.3


[Ding Ding Ding]


Dave Zombie stands up and growls at the crowd before stepping over the ropes and walking backstage.
Maddox still dazed uses the ropes to get to his feet. He woobles as he gets outside. The ref then helps him to the back.


The camera cuts to the backstage area where we see the office door of Aaron O'Shea. The door is knocked on by Chris Armstrong.


Come in!


Hey there boss. Whats up?


Nothing Chris just trying to sort out a few things. Youe excited about your match?


Fuck yeah I am man. It's a huge opportunity, if i win tonight I'm just one W away from the top prize. No problem to me eh. Ha.


Yeah man. Thats why I recruited you. Amazing athlete and has the confidence to back it up nicely.


You know it dude. Well I'm going to go warm up. I'll catch you later.


Just as Chris was walking out of the office, he bumps shoulders with James Shark. Who was walking into the office. They both stop and stare eachother down for a moment, then they continue on their paths.


Hey Aaron. What the fuck is up? I am not in a qualifying match?


No youre not Shark.


Well are you going to tell me why?


Prove yourself. I havent seen you do anything in a while man. You completely dropped from the radar.


Fine! I'll prove myself.


Oh wait dont do anything that you'll regre....oh he's gone. Shit, he better not fuck up my show.


The camera cuts back to the bar flor where our next match gets under way.


The following contest is a table match, for qualification into the Battle Royal for the CZW Heavyweight Title. Introducing first, Cyber Punk!


Cyber Punks music blasts as he walk out from behind the curtain and walks to the ring shaking hands with all who put their hand out.


And his opponent, Rico Sutton!


Then Rico Sutton's entrance begins and he does the complete opposite and avoids all outstreched hands.


When he gets to the ring apron, he is attacked by a sprinting James Shark. He ran from the ramp and smashed Rico's head off the apron.


What the fuck?


Rico dropped to the floor then James smashes him with a wild kick to the face. He then jumps into the ring and pressures the ref into ringing the bell. James runs over and spears Cyber Punk to the outside of the ring.


Fuck!


James follows Punk outside the ring and starts raining down punches to the rib, and kidneys. Punk si rithing in pain, in the featal possition on the pads. James takes a table from under the ring, and sets it up against ring apron at a 45 degree angle.


Is this a real match or what?


James picks Punk up onto his shoulders and screams at the fans to watch what he does. James runs full speed towards the table and tumbles forward smashing him into the table, while he is still on his shoulders.


[Ding Ding Ding]


Here is your winner, and the first member of the Battle Royal. Eh....James Shark?


James Shark grabbed a mic from the ring announcer.


Is that what you wanted Aaron? Well there you go. I proved myself. I was announced the winner therefore I am in the match. See you at the four way!


The scene cuts back to the office of Aaron O'Shea who is looking at the screen on his desk.


What the fuck is that idiot doing? I'm too fucking busy right now. I'll address it next week. Ugh! First night and he's already started.


The camera cuts back to the bar, at ringside. Rick Christian, is sitting on a bar stool, next to Chris Matthews.


Ladies and Gentlemen, I am joined at bar side by Chris Matthews. Chris, when will we see you wrestle in CZW?


I am thinking next week, if the owner books me for a match.


I am getting word in my headset now that you are in fact booked for a match next week against a random loser from the four qualifying matches tonight. Next week will be the match roulette. Because we are going to Sin City baby. We are hitting Las Vegas, Nevada. Thanks for speaking with us Chris. Back to the action with Mike Tucker.


The camera cuts back to the announcers table, where Mike Tucker is standing by.


Yes, thank you Rick. Let's get back to the matches shall we. Up next we have a big match between two proven bruisers. Frank Hart and Mirko Potolovich. Did I say that right? Anyway the match gets under way right now.


The following is a KO match, where the only way to win is knock out your opponent. There is no other way to win.
Introducing first, Frank Hart!


Frank Harts music plays and he walks to the ring. He seems focused on the task at hand and blocks out the crowd.


And his opponent, Mirko Potolovich.


Mirko's also comes out focussed and ghost boxes all the way to th ring. When he gets in, he bumps fists with Frank Hart before the match can begin.


The ref prepares both of them, then the bell rings and they come out swinging.


[Ding Ding]


Frank Hart lays in a huge fist to the face of Mirko, but get a wild hook straight after. Hart try's a kick but it is caught by Mirko, who takes Hart down to the mat, and mounts him at half guard.


This is more like a fucking MMA fight than wrestling.


Mirko rains down punches from every angle, picking his spots through Harts guard. Hart gets a few punches into the sitting Mirko, who has his nose busted open now. Harts eye began to swell, as he kicks Mirko off of him. Both men stand up and continue to battle with swift kicks and heavy punches. Mirko winded up for a huge right hook but Hart quickly catches his arm and turns it into a manouver. He smashes Mirko's face into the mat below.


HUGE HART ATTACK!


The ref runs over to the downed Mirko, and pronounces him knocked out, his eyes glazed over made the decision easy for the referee.


[Ding Ding Ding]


Here is your winner and the second participant in the Battle Royal, Frank Hart!


Frank gets up on the tunrbuckle and shakes his fists in the air, celebrating. Then the camera cuts backstage, once again. Aaron O'Shea is in his office once again with two new wrestlers.


Okay guys heres the thing, I already made the card for the tag title match, so I cant put you in it, but next week you will get a non-title match with the winners of tonight. Win that and you get a shot okay?


Yeah that sounds good man.


Okay, your names are?


Just call us F.I.S.T.


Alright see ya later. Wow, I just hope that isnt the name of their finisher, ew.


The camera cuts back to the ring where Kendrick Dylan is standing with a microphone in one hand and a rose in the other.


Ladies and more ladies, I would like to formally introduce myself. As you can see, I am the Reflection of Perfection. My real name, Kendrick Dylan, remember it. You'll be screaming it later. Hey, beautiful. Yeah you in the front. Are staring at my very generous package? You are arent you? Get up here and give me a kiss good luck.


Kendrick helps the beautiful woman up onto the apron, the hands her a rose.


Lights flash red and the music of Damien Spraxx blasts through the bar. Kendrick Dylan turns with a scowl towards the entrance. Damien walks out focusing on the ring. He's like a train coming towards the ring. When he gets up on the apron, and tries to get in, Kendrick starts punching and kicking him in the back of the head. Damien drops to the outside.


[Ding Ding Ding]


Looks like the match finally started.


Kendrick drops to the outside, and starts circling Dave, slapping the back of his head as he tries to get up. Out of nowhere Dave bursts to his feet with a strong clothesline. He lands on his hands and knees, and Kendrick on his back. Damien stands up and grabs the hair of Kendrick Dylan, he picks him up and throws him into the ring post. Kendrick's shoulder smashes off the post and he drops to his knees. Damien shakes off the pain and continues his attack on Dylan.


Kendrick is starting to move but Damien is already getting to thae beat down again.


Kendrick gets to his feet, and jogs away from Damien, around the ring. Damien follows him. Kendrick gets in the ring and is again follwed by Damien. When he gets in, yet again he is beat on by Kendrick who has trapped him again. Kendrick knee Damien in the back fo the head a few times then climbs to the top rope. Kendrick jumps with a flying crossbody from the top rope.


Flying through the air like an eagle.


Kendrick tries for a pin, then the ref tells him its a first blood match again.


Oh no Kendrick, you got to juice your opponent to win this match baby.


Kendrick seems frustrated and exits the ring. He reaches under the ring and grabs a barbwire baseball bat. He looks at it, and is shocked at the brutality he realised he can cause with this.
Kendrick rolls into the ring and grabs Damien, he stands him on his knees and grabs the bat. He waves the bat, as if he's going to swing it at him, then when he does Damien ducks, and rolls to the conrner. Kendrick runs at him with the bat, the Damien toro's Dylan into the turnbuckle.


Swift move there by The Last Spartan.


Damien is backing up, ready for his Busaiku knee kick to the back of the head, “Call of the spartan”.


He's ready to call his ancestors.


He runs and jumps but misses/ Damiens leg goes through the gap between the second and third rope. He smashes his shin off the steel ring post and is caught on the turnbuckle. Damien sits up, sitting on the second turnbuckle, with his chest rested against the top turnbuckle.
Kendrick again grabs the barbwire bat and stares at the back of Dave Spraxx.


Batter Up!


Kendrick Dylan swings the barbwire bat to the back of Damien Spraxx. His back is immediately shredded by the bat, he drops off the tunrbuckle and rolls over to his stomach.


[Ding Ding Ding]


Ladies and Gentleman, your winner and the third member of the Extremely Fatal Four Way. “The Reflection fo Perfection” Kendrick Dylan.


Dylan climbs the top ropes and blows kisses to the many women in attendance, then walks backstage with his barbwire baseball bat.
The scene is backstage also, where we see Rick Christian with the Modern Outlaws.


Viewers I am joined here now by one of the teams in the tag team titles match later on tonight, The Modern Outlaws. Men, what are your thoughts on tonights match.


Jeremy grabs the microphone from Rick Christian, and looks into the camera.


There is no simpler way to put it Rick. We are the champs. BOOYAH! Bro?


Yeah, I couldnt have said it better myself. So if you want to just quit now, whoever you are we wont mind. Just back up, before we fuck you up.


Jake drops the mic then walks out of the interview area. Rick pick the mic back up.


You heard it here viewers. Now its back to the ring for the penultimate match of the night.


The camera cuts back to ring, with the background voice of the commentator Mike Tucker once again.


Yes that's right Rick. We have a huge battle coming up for you right now. Between Chris Armstrong, the man with the backing of Aaron O'Shea himself. Against the former Undisputed Champion in NLWF, Kristofer Kaos.


The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Bar room brawl!
Introducing first, Kristofer Kaos!!


The music of Kristofer Kaos plays, and he walks from behind the curtain. He looks around at the people and sneers. When he reaches the ring, he stands on the apron waiting for Armstrong to walk out.


And his opponent, “The Beast” Chris Armstrong.


Chris walks out to the sounds of Click Click Boom by Saliva. Chris walks down towards the ring, adjusting his elbow pads as people slap his arms and back, all the way to the ring.


He reaches the ring but Kristofer jumps off the apron. “The Beast” Chris Armstrong catches Kaos, in both his arms. Then performs a fallaway suplex. Beast gets up and screams at the crowd to get pumped up.


[Ding Ding]


Beast grabs Kaos and irish whips him into the bar. Kaos is pulling himself up using two bar stools. Beast takes his time walking over, then clotheslines the back of his head. He picks him up by the back fo the head and gives Kaos three headbutts. Chris staggers back but then continues the attack on Kaos. He smashes Kaos's head againt the bar then rolls him on top of it.


Is he puting him to be or what? Kaos hasnt put up a fight.


Beats stands up on the bar, and pulls Kaos up aswell. Chris lifts Kaos up for a powerbomb, and drops him down back onto the bars wooden top.


Oh my God! The agony, he is in right now.


Kaos rithes in pain as, he is feeling the full affect of the drop. He rolls of the bar and onto the floor. Chris hops down off the bar too and grabs Kaos again, he picks him up and sits him on a bar stool. Chris turns his back on Kaos and then takes off his elbow pads. He throws them into the crowd then rains in repeated elbows, either side of his head.


Can you say concussion? Because Kaos cant anymore.


Chris takes Kaos and throws him inside the ring. Kaos is attempting to stand up. Chris is just leaning on the ropes, looking at his imaginary watch on his arm. When Kaos stands up Chris gets ready. He points to the crowd with his left arm.


CLICK!


He points with his right.


CLICK!


Chris runs at full speed and bicycle kicks Kaos in the face. Kaos collapses to the ground.


BOOM!


Chris drops for the cover. 1...2...3.


[Ding Ding Ding]


Here is your winner, and the last entrant into the Extremely Fatal Four Way, “The Beast” Chris Armstrong.


Chris climbs to the second rope and makes the championship gesture, waving his hands across his waist. When he hops down, he is speared by James Shark who snook in while he wasnt looking.
Shark now does the same taunt. Telling the crowd that he's the next champ.


The camera cuts backstage to the office of Aaron O'Shea.


That stupid fuck. I'll let it go once, but twice. I'm going to do something about this shit. NOW!


Aaron stands up and walks fast out of his office. Rick Christian walks up beside him as he's going towards the entrance ramp.


Aaron, Aaron. What about the tag match? If it doesnt start now, it wont finish in time for the shows end.


Fuck your right. Okay I'll get Shark next week.


Aaron begins walking back to his office.


No! That fucker ruined my card already, I'm gonna go smash his teeth in.


What about the match?


Next week. Three way tag team match. I'm adding F.I.S.T, to the match.


Wow. Big Match set for next weeks show. Back to ringside, where Aaron O'Shea is making his way to.


Here he comes Rick, the big boss. And he means business.


Alright alright, cut the music. Now Shark you better get your fucking ass out here now, or i'll come back and find you. Then I'll be really pissed.


James Shark swaggers out past the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp with his arms crossed and a mic in one hand.


What?


You're fucking suspended thats what.


Oh my god! Youre serious? Big bad Aaron O'Shea, is just going to suspend me?


Yeah. I am a business owner in this company.


You're also supposed to be a fighter.


You know what. Youre right. Next week live on Versus. In Las Vegas, Nevada. The Main Event will see James Shark going up against.....Aaron O'Shea!!!


The camera zooms in on Aaron's face as he stares down James Shark.

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