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The Champ is HEH!
Topic Started: Nov 13 2009, 01:14 AM (200 Views)
Alan Fiscus
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"At least two thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity, idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religious or political idols." - Aldous Huxley

-=- A highlights package for the elimination chamber plays, a package CZW played many times on its website and on commercials on television. It runs for just over a minute, and the scene goes into slow motion at the very end. A fire begins to burn in the middle of the film, until the last bit of footage is violently burnt off. Black fills the screen. -=-

-=- The scene fades in on a very large room, instantly giving the feel of someone's home. The walls are decorated with various framed artwork, pictures, and memorabilia such as a 'Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas' poster, and a 'The Misfits: Static Age' album replica poster. As the camera is facing forward and slowly beginning to move around, the various elegant furniture and style shows that the owner of this room is rather wealthy. There are large windows, with black curtains at the front area of the room, which on the camera's left side. A large, black bookcase is next to one of the curtains, full of books by authors such as H.P. Lovecraft, Bradley Denton, Stephen King, Henry Miller, Ann Rule, and various others. There are large speakers and a state-of-the-art iPod stereo set up on the other side of the room, right next to a vintage Sunn amplifier set up and a left-handed classic black Les Paul mounted next to it. Next to that is a very expensive computer set up, with a metallic black table. There is a door right next to this, that is shut. The camera moves to its right, panning across the very large room. There is a massive black carpet on the ground that covers most of the floor. The couches and chairs are all either black or velvet, and very well taken care of. The room is in tip-top condition. The cameraman is startled and jerks the camera down, as a black cat jumps down from the top of another bookcase that was behind him. The cat looks up at the camera, obviously not impressed. It casually walks over to its right, where food and water bowls are neatly organized. It begins to eat, and the camera turns back to its left as the computer suddenly turns on and in a few moments begins to play Godflesh's "Streetcleaner" at a relatively decent level, but not too loud. The door suddenly bursts open, again startling the cameraman. -=-

-=- The room behind the door is pitch black, and no one is immediately visible. The song plays one for a few moments, before you hear a maniacal laugh. From the shadows, out walks Alan Fiscus. He is wearing black combat boots, a pair of worn blue jeans, and a black t-shirt with the black and red cover of Faith No More's "King for a Day, Fool for a Lifetime" album in the center. He... he is wearing the CZW World Heavyweight title around his waist, not letting it leave his body since winning the title in Los Angeles. He smiles crazily at the camera as he walks into the room. The song fades out, as he does so. -=-

Alan
"I'm sorry, cameraman. I didn't mean to startle you."

-=- Alan snickers to himself -=-

Alan
"Welcome! Welcome to my humble abode. I'm glad you just walked in as I requested, I was... busy with something. I've asked you here today, because frankly, I don't want to go out amongst the commoners anymore than I have to. And we all know... the world wants to hear the words of its champion in the aftermath of the Re-United We Stand pay-per-view. Well... the first thing that comes to mind, is... _I TOLD YOU SO!_"

-=- Alan laughs -=-

Alan
"Everyone should know by now, with that sense of doom in your throat, that Alan Fiscus speaks the truth. I told you I would become champion. I did. I told you Cage's pathetic reign would end. It did. I threatened violence and pain, and I delivered. The prophecy was revealed, and then fulfilled. Now, I will prove to be the BEST World champion this federation has ever seen. The second coming is here, and I am the sole savior of this company, these wrestler's careers, and ALL of your lives! I am going to take this company to heights it has never reached before, I promise you that. Cage, you will never live down your black reign. But don't worry, buddy. All of that stress, all of that pressure of being World champion... well now, it's left you FOREVER. Keep those memories tight, clutch at photos of yourself with the belt and hold them to your chest... because it's over. Kaput. Finished. You achieved your dream, and my hats off to you, but the dream has come to its end. You put up a great fight, which made defeating you even sweeter."

-=- Fiscus pauses for a moment, a thought crossing his mind -=-

Alan
"Before I continue, I want to give a quick shout out to a good friend of mine. This man has been dragged through hell and back again in the last couple of days, and I want to let him know I am thinking of him. Of course, I'm talking about... Krimzon Blaze."

-=- Alan's eyes shine as he relishes in what happened during the main event in Los Angeles -=-

Alan
"Blaze, I was looking at the line up for the next show in Las Vegas, and quite frankly... I was surprised to find your name on it. Shouldn't you be staying in Los Angeles, checking into finding the best plastic surgeon you can afford? Or did they all turn you down because your version of Nip/Tuck offended them? Either way, I have to give credit where credit is due. You walked into that match, knowing full well that you were going to get stomped... heh, you just didn't think literally!"

-=- Alan laughs again, obviously in high spirits -=-

Alan
"Ohhh... but in all seriousness though, you knew you were going to get the hell beat of you and you showed up anyway. You persevered through more pain and anguish than I've seen in a long while, and for that I give kudos to you. You fought with the heart of a champion... but you lost with the body of a disfigured midget. The crowd was firmly behind you the whole time, chanting your name. Too bad the crowd was full of brainless zombies who only eat what is fed to them. You did steal SOME of my thunder, though, as you were the one to pin the departing Ace King and not I. Biggest pin of your career? Most likely. I think you should stick to the tag team scene, my man. You have more luck there."

-=- Alan pauses again, signifying a change of topic -=-

Alan
"Speaking of luck, it was not something I needed in the slightest bit in L.A. I did it all by MYSELF. Well, myself and the help of a little black briefcase. I am the fourth ever holder of the title 'Mr. Money in the Bank' and the first to actually put the privilege to proper use. The first winner, 'Irish' Ian Chadwick... hell, his cashing in wasn't even done BY him. The second winner, Ronnie McNeil... went for all the marbles, and left empty handed. The third winner is an old friend of mine. Big Rusty, as I like to call him. This idiot cashed in on the _INTERCONTINENTAL_ title... and lost! And he so happens to be one of my opponents on the next Overdrive. A man I have personally defeated before. His partner, a man I have personally defeated before. Hell, I've defeated every single person involved in one way or other. Except for maybe Shawn Waters. We've faced off once, in a stables match... a stables match my team did not win. But the thing of it is, is that this match is a joke. Another attempt by that vile Jesse Montana to steal my spotlight. To ride on my curtails. To glide in the contrails of my shooting star. This match is of a nostalgic theme. Teams of CZW's past, together again to have one more tag team war. Looks good on paper, doesn't it? But that spineless leech knows... me and my partner, we don't get along. Me and my partner, are like water and lightning. When we combine, we're explosive and dangerous to everyone around us and ourselves. This, in Jesse's wretched mind, is to his advantage. To relive his glory days, to show the world that hey.. he's back too. Go ahead, Jesse, go ahead and try to steal my thunder. Go ahead and ride on my back, you oxygen thief. You think you've impressed everyone with your shocking swerves, and empty wins. You've somehow paid Derek Damage off to turn on his own SON. Applause for you, Montana. You've shown the world what a despicable human being Derek is. But that old man means nothing to me, and no act of selfishness or greed by a human being can surprise me. That would entail I have way more faith in humanity than I ever could possibly have. You don't shock me, Jesse. And I don't sweat you. History shows that you and I have had many clashes over the last couple of years. We obviously do not and CANNOT get along. We're very different, you and I, yet we share common traits. We are hungry for the top seed in the company. We are hungry for as much power as we can achieve. We do whatever it takes to obtain our desires. We have traded defeat back and forth, on multiple times and in multiple fashions. We are the two most important figures on the CZW roster. You, the very president of this company. Giving you the power and control you crave. Me, the CZW World Heavyweight champion. Giving me the glory and respect I DESERVE. We're bound to butt heads, because there's no way in hell I can ever be on the same page as a creep like you. I am in a class all by myself, where you are just a grade below. As you always have been, as you always will remain. And I know you. You've got tricks up your sleeve, no doubt. You're playing games, and trying as always to play God. Well, I don't believe in God. And I play the deadliest game of them all. I'm not the same man you faced the last time we were in a ring together on opposing sides. I'm not the same man you took for a ride on the Montana Express way back in January. Whether you realize this and consider it in your plans or not, it makes no difference. I am at an all-time high, and I'm not coming down from my cloud anytime soon. The express will be derailed, and your plans for domination aborted."

-=- Alan stops, and takes a small drink from a glass that was sitting on the computer table -=-

Alan
"Your partner, Shawn Waters, is a man I've always wanted to face. A man, who in his most trying times, slightly reminds me of myself. But he is a pawn, a tool. A man consumed with emotion. I understand that, as I am a victim as well. But the difference here is experience, and focus. Two things I have over your head, Waters. Where you were once 'Mr. TV,' I am 'Mr. PPV.' Where you were once an Upstart... I am a dead end. A brick wall your speeding vehicle suddenly, and violently, smashes into. Your body a total wreck, and my body with just a little dust to be settled. Your career is in shambles, Shawn. You can try to relive the golden days by teaming with your old mentor, but it will not work. The only reason I give any BIT of a damn about this match in the first place is... well, I really don't give a damn about this match. I don't care if the humanoids want to see some of the greatest teams of the past. That's what DVDs are for. No, the only thing keeping me from not canceling my flight and just staying home is the fact that these humanoids need their champion. They need their holy figure. They need their role model. I am the shepherd, and every single one of you are the sheep I tend. That, and you should all know by now... a chance to inflict pain, raise hell, bring the mutha fukin' RUCKUS... is a chance I will always take. It will feel good to inflict punishment on you, Shawn. And I like to feel good. As far as Buck Nasty are concerned... they should feel honored and humbled that they get another chance to be in the ring with me again. They do not belong in such a high caliber of a match. Sure, they're popular with the fans. But we know how much regard that holds with me. They have led dismal lives, and sub par wrestling careers. Buck Evans, with his southern twang, and his cowboy boots. Big Nasty, with his tortured knees, and an extremely horrible taste in music. Filler for the killer, chalked up, and ready to go. I would go the teacher-student route with you boys, but something tells me you're both too thick skulled and self-obsessed to learn any lessons in Las Vegas. * mocking Buck's accent * Ya'll bettah hope ya got luck on yer side, I tell ya what! I should never have to be in the ring with you fools, and I'd better not be ever again. I am the V.I.P. here. I am home, and you're just visiting."

-=- Alan's smile lessens, as he takes a moment to move on -=-

Alan
"But it is not Heavy Petting Zoo, nor the Ambigiously Gay Duo that interest me in this match. The man I want to hurt the most, is the man that's name is right next to mine. 'Bad Ass' Matt Covey. Covey, you are nothing more than a bloodthirsty animal. You cro-magged it up and broke out of your cell before it was your turn, and when you have a golden opportunity to get a win... you blindly tried to break out of the chamber instead. We get it, you're a free spirit. YAWN. A brainless twit, who's only talent is executing violence with a capital V. That's the one thing I feel we will always have a common admiration between ourselves for. Our high as hell thresholds of pain, and our unquenching thirsts for aggressiveness. But one thing should be made very clear. I am not your partner. I am not someone you can trust, even from bell to bell. We know how to operate like a well oiled machine, it's up to you if you want to play along or not. We're former tag team champions. There's a reason for that, Covey. But you know, and you've always known, that I have carried the team the entire time. I am the leader here, and if you do what I say... then... well, I'll still kick your ass from pillar to post. There's no incentive for you to agree. I don't care if you do. In fact, I want you to do something stupid like flipping me off again. I promise you, if you even so much as look at me funny I will slap the taste out of your mouth as soon as I would any of our opponents. Your -true- day of reckoning will come, and I will be the harvester of all your sorrows. You're in the palm of my hands, you are the blind prey being stalked by the vicious killer... and you don't even realize it. Your game is being turned back around on you, and in better form than you could possibly imagine. This is not a typical tag team match, and I could very well get to face you during it. That would be perfect. WE'RE not winning this match, Covey, _I_ am. And I'd find that prize even sweeter by pinning you of all people to win it. As I said before, this between you and me... it won't end until I say it ends. The chamber match was just the beginning of your rapture. This tag match is just a slight continuation. If I get my wish and face you at the next PPV in a Riot match, even THAT won't be enough. It most likely won't end until one of us are dead, Matthew. I know you, I know you'll love that. I know you very, very well. And you -think- you know me. One of us is the puppet, one of us is the puppet master. You may think you're the latter, Matt, and I will continue to allow you to think so. It'll make my revenge even sweeter. This tag match will serve as an exhibition for the world to continue to remember that I am the best to EVER walk in a ring. I'll see you in Vegas, boys."

-=- Fiscus smiles as the promo comes to a close. The cameraman struggles with turning the camera off, and you can hear Fiscus demanding that the promo package borrowed from www.OneManRiot.com be placed at the end of this promo. The scene fades to black for a moment, before said promo begins. It is a top ten of Alan Fiscus moments in CZW history, put together by the forum members on his website. -=-

to be continued with replied post..

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10. Controversial Promo involving a Jesse Montana Mask

Fiscus made mainstream news for his depiction of hiring a prostitute and forcing her to wear a mask of his opponent at No Remorse 2008, Jesse Montana, as he was having sex with her. The CZW received numerous complaints from various organizations, appaulled that Fiscus was portrayed as a "good guy" and committing such heinous acts. Fiscus was forced to privately apologize to each and every one of them, and the CZW donated money to numerous charities in order to save face.

* The camera fades in on a large brown door with the numbers "138" on them, leading you to believe it is either a motel or an apartment of the some sort. The cameraman pushes the door open, and goes inside. *

* Inside, the front room is a mess. There is clothing littered all across, resembling both men and women's attire. As the camera takes a few steps into the front room, it is known that this is indeed a motel room. A thud is then heard from another room, and the incomprehensible mumblings of two people can be heard. The cameraman then begins to slowly walk down the short hallway, leading up to the door of the room the people are in. The sounds are more clearer now. *

WOMAN (moaning): "Uhh... Uhh... Oh yes... Oh yes"

* It is now obvious that the two people are having sex. Bed springs can be heard squeaking, and the bed board is slamming against the wall. The cameraman makes the bold decision to try and open the door. *

`click'

* The cameraman slowly and carefully opens the door, to the show the couple in the doggy style position. The man is shirtless, with curly hair hanging down to just below his neck. The covers on the bed are positioned just right, to where you can barely see the top of his Glutamous Maximus. Most of you are surprised to see that this is "The One Man Riot" again, for the first revealing a little bit of his private life. *

FISCUS: "Yeah... take it... take it.... say it. Say it!"

WOMAN: "I... I.... I respec-"

FISCUS: "SAY IT!"

WOMAN: "I RESPECT YOU... OHHHHH"

* Fiscus is going at it hard now, as the camera begins to move over to the left of the bed. By now, Fiscus and the woman should have noticed the camera but act is if they do not. You can tell the woman has a dark brown bra still on. Her hair is sandy blond, and long to her shoulders. This is a rather bizarre scene, as Fiscus seems more stable these days than in the past, but everyone feels he is a loose cannon. He displays erratic behavior from time to time, speaking to inanimate objects as if they were people, and seeming stressed out and ready to strike out at any given moment. *

WOMAN: "Uhh.. Uhhh... OHHHHH!!!!!"

* The camera has a clearer shot of the woman, and she seems to be wearing something over her head. What is that? Is it a mask? The camera pans up to see Fiscus, who is staring down at her back with a mad look in his eyes. The camera then slowly gets closer to the woman, who's head is turned to her right away from the camera. The thing on her head is a mask, a black mask of some sort with a white string tied around it. *

* In slow motion, the woman turns her head to face the camera. On her face? *

* The strings are connected, holding up a picture of "The Sensation" Jesse Montana across a black mask of spandex. The scene continues in slow motion, as the camera goes right and faces Fiscus, who has the craziest look on his face as you've ever seen. *

* The scene slowly fades to black, leaving you shocked and confused, and perhaps slightly disgusted. Is Fiscus _THIS_ obsessed with Jesse Montana? You're left with an odd taste in your mouth.... *


9. Michael Myers Unmasked

During and leading up to the first round of CZW's King of Combat tournament in 2008, a mysterious man was attacking people left and right, wearing a Michael Myers from Halloween mask. Everyone in the CZW universe was asking who it could be, until it was revealed during a El Pablo vs. Cage Stryker vs. Matt Covey vs. Ronnie McNeil match that this man was none other than Alan Fiscus, turning his back on the fans and the "good guys."

Rob Wright and... "Michael Myers" comes running down to the ring, after the match is over. They immediately begin attacking Ronnie McNeil and Cage Stryker. Covey is back up, and nails EP with a stiff boot to the head. Rob Wright nails the No Laughing Matter on McNeil. "Michael Myers" nails Cage with a DDT. Matt picks up EP and nails him with a vicious chair shot.

After the complete beat down, Matt Covey, Leo Crow, Rob Wright and Michael Myers stand over the fallen Ronnie, El Pablo, and Cage Stryker. Covey calls for and receives a mic.

MATT: You know what Pab? Seeing you marry a Man-bitch, kicking your ass, and watching you get jumped just isn't enough to satisfy the hunger for chaos that boils beneath my veins. I want to take away everything you hold dear. I already took your social life, and your best friend, my cousin Ed... So how is it, having to explain to your friends that She-Man is your wife? No... I want the things you treasure that I do not. All it is you have left that makes you a star. I've even taken someone else out of your pocket...

Covey looks over at Michael Myers, and Myers is motionless. He slowly lifts his hands up to his mask... and begins removing the mask! The crowd is in an electric frenzy....

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DANIELS: "WHAT THE HELL!!"

MASTERS: "HIYOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The crowd is in a state of shock. It is their former, yet beloved War Zone General Manager Alan Fiscus! The man who had the whole world behind him as he defeated Jesse Montana in the Riot Match in Germany. Covey, Wright, and Crow have large smiles on their evil faces. The crowd begins to start booing, with it quickly getting louder and louder.

ALAN: "Ohhh BOO HOOO!!!!!!! You can't begin to tell me you're SURPRISED... you mean to tell me you had NO IDEA that it was me behind the mask!? Look at these idiots we just laid out. You've got your beloved California Dream.. Cage Stryker. Mr. Poster Boy. You've got someone who laughibly uses the moniker 'The Franchise' ... a somebody who came over to War Zone, excuse me.. came RUNNING over to War Zone, with his tail between his legs, because his precious faction held mutiny. Ronnie McNeil, you may not like anybody.. but I certainly don't like YOU. And last and most definitely least.. El Friggin' Pablo. EVERYONE's favorite bouncin' british boy. Little man, it's time reality came raining down on your parade. This is but a taste, puppy. Too bad your precious partner isn't here tonight, or he'd be laying there right next to you --"

The crowd is getting louder and louder, yelling "FISCUS SUCKS! FISCUS SUCKS!" But Alan can only smile largely as he pauses for a moment.

ALAN: "Correction! I NO LONGER suck! For months I sucked up to EVERYONE, playing the suit, the man in the charge, the LEADER. I had to put my personal beliefs and lifestyle to the wayside, be the constant professional. The only Alan Fiscus you people have seen in the last 4 years has been only a shell. A ghost. A wraith. A silent fury that was sitting, waiting, building. I sat idly by as men who are half as good as me were winning world titles. That shit is over now. The One Man Riot is here. No longer am I the puppet master BEHIND the desk.. now I am the puppet master INSIDE the ring, once again. and El Pablo... the four of us right here... we're the bringers of DEATH, baby. But two of us --"

Fiscus wraps his arm around Matt Covey and they both look psychotic.

ALAN: "We're the Two Man Apocalypse, brother. We're the Nightmare Men. And at Hatewave... you are your XTC circle jerk partner are going to defend those CZW North American Tag Team Titles. AGAINST US. You ask, why did I cause you to lose to Rob Wright? Because I WANTED to."

DANIELS: "WHAT!? You can't make matches anymore, you're no longer the GM! You lying bastard."

ALAN: "And you see, I know it to be true because before I stepped down, I signed ONE more match. and that match was me with a partner of my choosing to face the North American tag champions whenever I please. Take it to the bank, boys. We'll be seeing you in Miami, if you can even show up. Oh, by the way... ask Ace how hard that mist is to get out of his eyes. HAHAHA"

Fiscus drops the mic and "Thieves" by Ministry begins to play, as the four men remain standing over their fallen foes. Is this a one time alliance? Or are have Fiscus, Covey, Crow and Wright just started something much bigger than that? Only time can tell.

MASTERS: "This is a masterpiece! That's all the time we have tonight, catch Assault tomorrow night from Beaumont!"


8. Defeating Big Nasty in a Hell In A Cell Match

At CZW's pay-per-view of September '08, "Extreme Intervention," Alan Fiscus was set to face former CZW World Tag Team champion, the self-proclaimed "Living Legend" Big Nasty in a Hell in a Cell match. A gruesome and brutal match, Alan claimed the win after business associate "Flawless" Frank Finch made his debut and helped "The One Man Riot."

The crowd goes completely nuts as a bloodied ‘Living Legend’ stands atop the cell, raising his fists into the air, grinning down wickedly at the broken form of Alan Fiscus. He smiles and points out to a large ‘Big Nasty’ sign in the audience, but in his moment of celebration he fails to realize that someone has come from the crowd and scaled the side of the cage!

Gold: “What the hell is this!?”

Masters: “Is that…’Flawless’ Frank Finch!?”

It is indeed Frank Finch, and he has Nasty completely unaware! Nasty turns to get back down to the ring, to end the match that is most assuredly his, only to be surprised with a knee to the gut! Finch hops back and springs in again, this time with a knee to the face of Big Nasty, knocking him back and DOWN THROUGH THE OPENING IN THE CEILING!! NASTY CRASHES HARD RIGHT NEXT TO FISCUS!!

Farley: “WHY!?”

Masters: “WHO CARES WHY!? THANK YOU, ‘FLAWLESS’ FRANK FINCH!!”

The crowd boos as Finch arrogantly poses atop the cell, and then agilely makes his way down the side of the cage. He leaves up the ramp towards the back as Fiscus slowly begins to stir.

Gold: “NO! Not like this! DAMMIT!”

Alan rolls over and drapes an arm across the chest of Nasty! The referee who has only recently recovered from his previous shot from the door groggily makes the count!

1!

2!!

3!!!

*Ding-ding!*

Towers: “Here is your winner, ‘The Sadistic Solution,’ ALAN FISCUS!!”

The announcers bicker back and forth about who was screwed and who deserved to win as EMTs rush the ring, attending to both men.


7. Being the People's Boss and beating Jesse Montana

After Jesse's heinous attack on former CZW World champion, The Zodiac Thrilla, and effectively ending the man's career, Alan decided to be the man to stand up to the tyrant. Their feud over power and respect esculated at No Remorse 2008, where Alan defeated Jesse in CZW's first Riot match. The crowd and the crew were behind Alan, as he was the ideal boss and General Manager of then-CZW brand, "War Zone." The roster eventually split, with Alan in charge of WZ and Jesse heading the new show, "Assault."

THE LIGHTS GO OUT FOR THE THIRD TIME

DANIELS & MASTERS: "NOT AGAIN!"

-This time the arena stays dark for a rather long time. The anticipation is electric. Cameras are flashing, scattered air horns are blaring. Suddenly, the lights come back on. Someone is perched up on the top turnbuckle-

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DANIELS: "IT'S THE ZODIAC THRILLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

MASTERS: "HOLY GOD IN HEAVEN HE'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

- Zodiac leaps, and slams down on Jesse's back with a Horror Scope double stomp from the top rope. He picks up Jesse, and the crowd is EXPLODING. He punches Jesse furiously with a slew of rights and lefts. He kicks Jesse in the gut, and positions him... -

THUNK!!!! MASTERS: "He nails Jesse with that devestating sunset flip power bomb!"

DANIELS: "The Sign of the Zodiac!"

MASTERS: "NO NO NO this can't be happening!!"

- Zodiac grabs Fiscus and drapes his arm over Jesse's chest. Just then, Derek Damage comes running down to the ring in a dark blue business suit. He slides into the ring, and the referee doesn't go for the count as he looks up at Derek. Zodiac looks at Derek too, confused. Derek points down at Jesse and starts telling Zodiac he wants to double team him. Alan crawls over to the corner, to regenerate and rest for a moment. Zodiac, confused, picks up Jesse and Derek grabs Jesse. With Jesse in between Derek and Zodiac, Derek gets something out of his pocket... -

DANIELS: "What is happening??"

- Derek has a napkin that appears to be soiled with some sort of liquid in his hand. He suddenly grabs Zodiac, and places the napkin over his face -

DANIELS: "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!?!"

MASTERS: "OH MY LORD!"

- The crowd is booing. Ed and Mack have since brawled to the back of the arena. Shawn Waters and Jake Jarvis are both laid out at ring side, after both men were beating the piss out of each other. Zodiac struggles, but is knocked out after a few more moments of that napkin in his face. Derek then delivers a few stomps on Zodiac's motionless body. He then goes over to Alan... and starts stomping a mud hole!! Derek is livid! He is tearing into Fiscus! He picks him up... and whips him towards Jesse... and Jesse nails him with a clothesline. Derek gets out of the ring, and rummages up something from underneath it. -

DANIELS: "He's got a brick! WHAT THE HELL IS THE CHAIRMAN GONNA DO!!!!!"

MASTERS: "Finally, Justice is served!"

- Derek gets back in the ring, and motions for Jesse to hold Fiscus up. Derek talks some trash to Fiscus, telling him to know his place. He goes to hit Fiscus square in the face with that red brick -

SMACK !!!!!!!

MASTERS: "NOO!!!! ALAN DUCKED!!"

DANIELS: "DEREK JUST HIT JESSE IN THE FACE WITH THAT BRICK!!"

- Fiscus then surprises Derek with a vicious Low Blow. Fiscus nails Derek with a DDT afterwards. He is limping, he is bloody, and he has the eyes of a beast. He picks up Jesse... and grabs him.... -

DANIELS: "OVER THROW!!!!!"

THAAAANK !!!!!!

MASTERS: "RIGHT ONTO THAT BRICK!!! JESSE'S HEAD LANDED ON THAT BRICK!!!"

The referee counts

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING!!

DANIELS: "Fiscus did it!!! Fiscus did it!!!! OUR JOBS ARE SAFE!!"

MASTERS: "You idiot! NOOOOO"

- The crowd is erupting as Fiscus and Montana are motionless. Derek stirs up, his suit in a mess. He has a very angry look on his face. He stumbles over to the corner, and tells Jessica to give him a mic. She does so. -

DANIELS: "The Chairman's got some words!!"

DEREK: "Ahh... Ahh.... FISCUS! MONTANA! .. The two of you have put the state of the CZW in a flux. The stipulations of this match affect EVERY single person on the payroll. Alan, you think you're the BOSS!? You may run the show... BUT I RUN YOU. Jesse, you lost the match man! You dropped the ball! It turns out I couldn't count on you at all."

- Both men are more aware now, looking up at Derek. Derek is still trying to regain his cool. -

DEREK: "So... Ahh...Alan, you won the match... so that means... THE UPSTARTS ARE DISBANDED.... you can't be seen together... you can't wrestle together... you can't interfere in each other's matches... NOTHING... not until May Massacre!!!"

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DEREK: "BUT.... BUTTTTTTTTTT...... Alan, you pushed the envelope too far! After your recent actions and seemingly lack of the respect you so preciously admire... your state of mind is in question, and I've decided.... I've decided, Alan.... that ...

JESSE MONTANA WILL ALSO BECOME THE CZW PRESIDENT UNTIL MAY MASSACRE!!!!!!!!!! Let's see how you like THAT, Fiscus!! I AM THE BOSS, BITCH!"

DANIELS: "WHAT!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

MASTERS: "YESSS YESSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"


6. Joining the Whole Damn Show

After the falling apart of Anarchy Rising, Covey and Fiscus remained partners and Covey assembled one of the best stables the CZW has ever seen in The Whole Damn Show. Fiscus and Covey, along with Maynard O'Toole, Eddie Rowan, Big Nasty and McNally. Covey hand picked these men, and they reigned hard for months until it was revealed that it was all a Jesse Montana master plan to have his enemies altogether, and Covey having been in on it the whole time. The team effectively ended a few weeks after Covey turned, as Alan turned his back on any and all partners and friends.

Jessica Towers: Here is your winner….AND STILL CZW X CHAMPION……EDDIE ROWAN!!!!

Eddie climbs back up the ladder and holds the X Title high in the air. KB slides back in the ring as Eddie gets down from the ladder and both men embrace in a handshake and a hug out of pure respect.

Daniels: What an intense match up!

Masters: It had it moments, Daniels. But somehow it feels as though it’s missing something. Where was the “oomph” in the match?

Suddenly, “Pet” by A Perfect Circle airs, the audience immediately turning focus to the ramp as Maynard O’Toole, “Bad Ass” Mat Covey, and Alan Fiscus, wearing a special boot over his broken ankle, make their way towards the ring. They grin malevolently, looks of malice upon their face.

Masters: Oh, here’s the “oomph”. My bad.

Daniels: what the hell are they doing out here? The match is over, and this can’t be good for Eddie Rowan.

The crowd boos as the men enter the ring, Fiscus and O’Toole carefully stepping over the fallen bodies, while Matt just steps on the bodies. They peer down at Rowan who notices them through his tired eyes. He crawls back into a corner, grasping for the top rope as he tries to pull himself to his feet. Maynard approaches him first, putting a hand around Rowan’s throat, mouthing unheard words at the defenseless man. Krimzon Blaze forces himself up, trying to climb up Maynard’s back to stand, but Matt intercepts with a kick of his steel toe boot into Krimzon’s ribs, sending him back down to the mat. While Maynard continues doing what appears to be trash talking to Rowan, Matt and Alan turn their attention to the rest of the bodies. Matt lifts Brian Blaze to his feet and effortlessly clotheslines him over the ropes, sending the second Blaze sprawling out onto the arena floor as the fans continue to boo the uncalled for assault.

Daniels: Oh no, it looks like everybody’s going to get a piece here tonight. This disgusts me. What are they trying to prove, attacking four men who have just laid everything they had on the line?

Masters: I have no idea what you’re talking about Daniels. These guys are clearly marking their territory. And I like it!

Alan grins and speaks something unheard to Matt, pointing out Kris Kash on the mat. Matt nods and kicks Kash over onto his stomach before sitting on his back, holding his face up. Alan lines up and delivers a stiff punt kick to Kash’s face with his special boot! The crowd cringes at the sight as Alan laughs maniacally at the act. Matt stands again and kicks Kash, rolling him out of the ring as medics begin to storm the arena, checking on Kash and Brian Blaze. They try to get in the ring to aid Krimzon as well, but Matt starts punching any one of them that gets near. Fiscus swings a crutch, taking out another medic as it bends across the man’s throat. Maynard turns to see the action and then calls out for Krimzon Blaze. Matt lifts Krimzon off the ground and holds him steadily from behind, an arm wrapped around the throat of KB. Fiscus grins, waiting for the pummeling to begin. Maynard releases Rowan’s throat and turns to Blaze, driving a stiff right into his face.

Daniels: This is too much! They’re attacking tired men, medics, and Krimzon is still suffering inside the ring!

Masters: But at least Rowan is free, right? Hey, where’s he going?

Rowan took the chance to escape the ring. He move Jessica Towers out of the way and takes the steel chair she was sitting in. He slides back into the ring, Matt and Fiscus notice and quickly retreating from the ring. Somehow Krimzon is still standing but completely out of it as his legs wobble beneath his weight. Maynard turns around to find Rowan wielding the steel chair. Maynard quickly throws his hands up, trying to calm Rowan down. But it’s to no avail as Rowan rears back and swings the steel chair…

HITTING KRIMZON BLAZE!!!

Daniels: What the hell?!? Rowan just nailed the wrong man!

Masters: Give him some credit, Daniels. He’s obviously tired and probably has double vision at the moment.

Rowan suddenly smiles as does Maynard, the two of them embracing in a hug. Matt and Alan return to the ring, laughing as the each take a turn shaking Rowan’s hand. Maynard takes the chair from Rowan, Matt picks up Blaze and holds him on his feet once more, and Fiscus points to the turnbuckle. Rowan grins as the fans suddenly realize they’ve been had. Booing louder than ever before, Rowan flips the crowd off, ascending the turnbuckle. Maynard holds the steel chair out in front of Krimzon Blaze’s face as Eddie Rowan sails of the top rope with a shooting star press into a dropkick, driving the steel chair directly into Krimzon Blaze’s face! Mayn helps Rowan back up and hoists his hand high into the air with one hand and hoisting Alan’s high into the air with his other hand. They turn and call to Matt who seems preoccupied kicking Blaze out of the ring. But finally, he comes over to the group and grabbing Alan’s free hand, raises his into the air also, the crowd beginning to throw cups and trash into the ring as the four men grin.

Daniels: I can’t believe this! Rowan has turned his back on these fans and his morals!

Masters: Please, Daniels. Turned his back on the fans? I don’t recall them lifting one finger to help him out in the past, and they certainly haven’t done anything to help him here tonight! I say screw the fans and Rowan has made the right decision!

Medics tend to Krimzon Blaze as the four men make their way to the back, ignoring the mass hysteria this recent turn of events has created throughout the arena.


5. Crucifying Brian Kirkland

Alan Fiscus was badly injured in a match with Brian Kirkland in mid-2008. Brian and Mike King broke Alan's ankle, putting him on the shelf until December. When Alan returned, he gained retribution and revenge by crippling Mike King and putting him on the shelf as well. Then, with the help of Finch, Alan attacked Brian from behind in the backstage area... tying him up on a cross that Alan had placed there earlier... and kicking Brian so hard in the chest with his protective cast boot that Brian breaks through the cross. Again, Alan has offended many.. many people.

We return to CZW, as Kirkland is up on the ramp and waving to the crowd. He turns around and goes behind the curtain.

The feed cuts to backstage, right where he entered. Kirkland looks disappointed, but assured that he gave it his all. He's beaten Maynard before, and Maynard's beaten him before. There will be a fourth match, he knew. He wasn't sure where, or when. But he'll be ready to even it up with his old nemesis. He continued to think to himself, heading towards his locker room. Suddenly, he is blindsided from the left!

DANIELS: "Wait, who is that!? Is that... That's 'Flawless' Frank Finch!"

Finch is wearing a dark gray business suit, and his hair is in a ponytail. Suddenly he is joined by "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus!

MASTERS: "FISCUS IS GETTING HIS REVENGE!"

They double team Kirkland, and although he tries to fight back with all of his might, he is just too exhausted to last against such adversaries. Fiscus continues pounding away at Kirkland, making him bleed more from his wound. Finch leaves, and is off screen. Alan shouts out at him, directing traffic. Finch comes back into view and has a large...

crucifix!

DANIELS: "OH MY GOD, what are they going to do with that!?"

Finch stands it up between two pillars, and Alan picks Kirkland up. He drags him over to the crucifix, and both men proceed to tie his wrists to the crucifix with some rope that Finch also had with him. The crowd is going crazy, and it can be heard even here. They are deeply offended at what has just happened, the mockery of their saint, Jesus Christ. Finch and Fiscus get Kirkland all tied up, and they laugh to themselves.

MASTERS: "I... I am speechless."

Fiscus slaps Kirkland hard in the face, to revive him just enough for him to hear what he has to say. The camera can pick up on it rather well.

ALAN: "The day of reckoning is upon you, Kirkland! What, did you think I would forget? You've noticed I've been more active recently in CZW, haven't you? You'd be a fool not to know that I would come for your blood at some point. Are you a fool, Kirkland?"

Alan slaps Kirkland again, as Finch helps hold the crucifix up and laughs.

ALAN: "I think you are. I think you forgot what you and your partner, Michael King, did to me a few months back. I think you forgot the fact that both of you decided it was a good idea to BREAK the ankle of the One Man Riot! Well look what it got you, son? It got you pain. It got you anguish. It got you... crucified, ha ha! But you're not saviour, Kirkland. You're no hero. You are just a pathetic parasite, trying to leech yourself on to fame and fortune at my expense. You think joining a group of rejects in Beautiful Agony will help you? You are a seriously ignorant human being. Revenge is a dish best served cold, Kirkland. Just ask... Mike King what we did to him earlier tonight!"

Fiscus and Finch laugh as Daniels interjects

DANIELS: "And it has been confirmed that Mike King will miss an indefiniate amount of time from a VERY serious concussion, which we just learned was at the hands of these two monsters."

FISCUS: "Mike King got what he deserved. And you, Kirkland. This is what you deserve, you piece of SHIT!"

Alan rears back and gets a head of steam....!!

* CRASH!!!! *

DANIELS: "Alan Fiscus just Yakuza kicked Brian Kirkland in the chest... with that special boot... and THROUGH that cross!! Dear Lord! The crowd is going crazy, we might have a riot on our hands William!!!!"

MASTERS: "I.. I..."

Quickly, a slew of CZW personnel come running onto the scene to check on Kirkland and distance him from Fiscus and Finch. Casey Rogers, head of security, makes it them and quickly gets in Alan's face.

CASEY: "Fiscus you need to LEAVE this arena IMMEDIATELY."

Fiscus smiles crazily at Casey as Finch tries to hold him back.

ALAN: "Or what, big man!"

CASEY: "Or else I'll remove you MYSELF. You've just offended EVERY single crowd member out there tonight, and most likely EVERY viewer of this damn television show! You and Finch GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!"

Finch convinces Fiscus to pull back, as Casey means business. On site EMTs have reached Kirkland, and are checking on him. He is concious and breathing, but holding his chest.

DANIELS: "This is horrible, William! Just despicable!"

MASTERS: "I... I..."

DANIELS: "What, you don't know what to say!? C'mon, asshole, you know you loved it!"

MASTERS: "I think I am in love with Alan Fiscus."

DANIELS: "You are a piece of trash, and a horrible man. A HORRIBLE man."

The feed cuts to Fiscus and Finch as they are walking down a hallway, presumably towards an exit. They seem very proud of themselves, smiling and laughing it up. They must have pre-determined their banishment, as they have bags packed and ready to go near the exit they are approaching. Suddenly, Alan jumps.

ALAN: "Holy shit!"

The camera pans, and shows the Nagaski Ninja standing near the door, with his arms crossed. Alan's eyes are huge, and he immediately steps behind Finch, as if to put Finch in the line of fire. Finch looks very alarmed as well... now, anyway. The Ninja uncrosses his arms and points at Fiscus."

ALAN: "... F**k this, Frank, let's get the hell out of here! Badaaah!!!!"

Fiscus and Finch quickly pick up their bags and haphazardly slam out through the exit door. The Ninja puts his hands on his hips and nods to himself. Daniels and Masters remain silent as Overdrive cuts to another commercial break.


4. Winning the Money In The Bank Ladder Match

At "Beginning Of The End," CZW's December 2008 PPV, Alan was in the fourth installment of CZW's version of the Money In The Bank Ladder match along with Gregory "The Graduate" Grantham, Mortius, "The Working Man" J.A. Sawyer, "The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze, Vince Khan, "Mr. Entertainment" Brian Blaze, "Krazy" Chris Ross, "Canada's Finest" Tim Timmons, and Mountain Man. Alan claimed the briefcase after two other 'fake' briefcases were introduced into the match.

Daniels: “Grantham is on his way up the ladder!! He gets to the top!! NOBODY TO STOP HIM!!”

Masters: “HE’S….HE’S GOT IT!!”

Finch: “Yeah, but he’s gotta get OUT of the ring with it!!”

Daniels: “Grantham clutches the briefcase and Mortius stands below him, looking to guard him! Grantham jumps down! Timmons rushes, but Mortius catches him with a big boot! Grantham makes a run for the ring apron!”

Masters: “VINCE KHAN!! “

Daniels: “Khan straight-up punched Grantham in the face, staggering him back!! Krimzon Blaze on the ground with a drop toe-hold! GRANTHAM DROPS THE CASE!!”

Finch: “It’s a mad scramble for the cases-HEY, WHAT!?”

Suddenly, two more briefcases come flying into the ring out of nowhere! JA Sawyer laughs from the outside of the ring as everyone inside stares wide-eyed in disbelief.

Daniels: “Which one’s the real case!?”

Masters: “I don’t know! And neither does anyone in there!”

Finch: “It’s a feeding frenzy!!”

A huge brawl breaks out, Sawyer re-entering the ring as everyone fights for possession of one of the cases! Eventually, Brian Blaze rolls to the outside, holding one high!

Daniels: “BRIAN BLAZE!! He’s out with the case!”

Masters: “No, he’s out with *A* case! It might not be the right one!”

Daniels: “Timmons has the case, NO, Fiscus with the Riot Act! He grabs it and rolls for the apron!!”

Finch: “WHOOO! FISCUS!! ALAN OUTSIDE WITH A CASE!”

Daniels: “And now, it looks like maybe Chris Ross has the other one, heading for the ropes! NO! Mortius BRAINS him with a roundhouse kick! He picks up the case and tosses it to Grantham! GRANTHAM TO THE OUTSIDE!!”

Masters: “WHOA! So who wins!? Brian Blaze, Alan Fiscus, or Gregory Grantham!?”

All three men grudgingly make their way up to the top of the ramp, keeping their distance from one another, the other participants glaring and complaining from ringside. The referee first moves to Brian Blaze, nodding as he opens the case… sending a bunch of spring-snakes spewing forth!

Daniels: “That was clearly not the winning case! And look at Sawyer in the ring! He thinks this is hilarious!”

Masters: “Well, Brian Blaze sure doesn’t look amused!”

Finch: “It’s down to Grantham and Fiscus! How fitting!”

Daniels: “He goes over to Fiscus now, and opens the case…”

Masters: “It’s….THE CONTRACT!! Grantham stares in disbelief, opening his case and…a roll of toilet paper rolls out!! HA HA HA!”

Finch: “This is GREAT!”

Daniels: “Grantham stares in rage as Fiscus taunts him, slamming the case shut. Several CZW staff members make their way out, keeping them separate! Excellent foresight there as this would’ve definitely been a fight!”

Finch: “ALAN FISCUS IS MR. MONEY IN THE BANK! WHOOOO YEAH!!”

Daniels: “And there goes “Flawless” Frank Finch, heading to the back with his partner and the winner of Money in the Bank IV, Alan Fiscus, and ‘the One Man Riot! A huge win for the Whole Damn Show!”


3. Becoming CZW Global Tag Team Champions with Matt Covey

While still under the Anarchy Rising moniker, Fiscus and best friend "Bad Ass" Matt Covey were set to face Team XTC's Ace King and El Pablo, better known as the Five Star Gamblers for the then CZW North American Tag Team titles at CZW's flagship PPV, "Hatewave" 2008. During the show, it was announced that the titles were being renamed to the CZW Global Tag Team titles, and later on Fiscus and Covey defeated King and El Pablo with the help of stable mate Matt Stylez, becoming the second team to hold the Global Tag belts.

- Unbelievably El Pablo gets the shoulder up barely. Matt Covey stops on the outside, his eyes are frozen, he looks shocked. He starts screaming as the fans are totally on FSG’s side. Matt Covey then picks up the chair from before and slides inside. He measures up El Pablo, then in one sick act, he starts swinging the chair into him, picking apart his bones. El Pablo screams in pain, blood flowing out of his head and his mouth. Matt now turns on Ace but suddenly the Gambler explodes with adrenaline as he flies off the ropes and…

FULL HOUSE INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- The chair connects off the head of Covey as he collapses to the ground and rolls out of the ring. Ace then notices Alan climbing back up as he measures the One Man Riot up…

BLACKJACK BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…

- Ace has just destroyed both Covey and Fiscus as the fans love every moment of it. He helps El Pablo up who looks a broken mess, but still…Some how…He gets to his feet. Not only that, Ace signals for El Pablo to fly…And this time connect. El Pablo rising up and climbs up the turnbuckle, managing to climb his way to the top eve though his ribs and skull could be cracked. El Pablo measures Alan up…Ace passes him the steel chair…

STEEL ELBOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MATT STYLEZ…MATT STYLEZ…MATT STYLEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- As the lights turn back on…Matt Stylez stands in the middle of the ring, a sledgehammer in hand. Ace and EP have not noticed him yet, but the fans are shocked, most of them boo loudly, Ace and EP turn around…

CRASH…SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Stylez takes both El Pablo and Ace King down with one shot from the sledgehammer each. The blood flows down both their faces…severely. Alan Fiscus gets up, Matt Covey too as Alan covers Ace King…

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PINFALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TOWERS: Here are your winners and NEW GLOBAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…ALAN FISCUS & MATT COVEY!

- The fans are shocked as they watch their heroes get destroyed in the center of the ring by Anarchy Rising…Alan Fiscus and Matt Covey now are the new Global Champions. Covey and Fiscus roll out of the ring, looking hurt but still able to hold the Title up into the air aggravated the crowd. Steph and Sydney accompany them out, both with grins on their faces, showing their Titles to the cameras. Meanwhile inside the ring…The lights go out once again…The fans are silent…

As they turn back on…The ring is covered with blood…Matt Stylez has now gone…The Anarchy symbol is once again…Burning bright above the arena…

DANIELS: I am speechless…Ace and El Pablo once again screwed out of the win…And we have new champions!

MASTERS: Not screwed Jarred…Outsmarted…Out beaten…They were beaten, simple as that and yes…We have new Champions!

FARLEY: What a strange ending…Anarchy Rising proving they are possibly the most dominant force in CZW…And Matt Stylez…Matt Stylez…Is he back?!?

GOLD: I have no idea…What I do know however is that the match we just witnessed will be remembered for a long time…It was truly worth the Title of Co-Main Event…But up next…I have chills down my spine…Hatewave Main event…Montana…Waters…World Title on the line…This is what it’s all about!

FARLEY: I can’t wait!


2. Being the Sole Survivor of Stables War 2009

At the beginning of 2009, There were three factions in the CZW fighting for control of the product. Team XTC, The Whole Damn Show, and The Elite Revolution. The Stables match was held at the one year anniversary show in Rochester, New York. The match was an elimination chamber, with Alan being the last man standing.

JESSE: NO…FISCUS ESCAPES…GRANTHAM TURNS AROUND…RIOT-PLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*****SMASH*****

DANIELS: HOLY SHIT…OH MY GOODNESS ME…BITH MEN CRASH THROUGH THE TOP OF THE CELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: THE MESH GAVE WAY…THE CELL BLOODY BROKE!

JESSE: I have never seen anything like it, both men have crashed down into the ring, both men are not even moving, Grantham must have got the worse from that there, Alan having landed the Riot-Plex!

- Jackal and Covey almost stop their fighting as they look on inside the cage. Fiscus and Grantham are making signs of movements, but both fell 15 feet from the center of the cage up above, down to the ring below, the fans going wild as the impact was HUGE!

JESSE: The question is, and my hands are sweating guys, who will get the cover?!

DANIELS: Can either men get a cover here, they could be seriously hurt!

MASTERS: And Jackal and Covey now fighting once more, but in the back of their minds, they must be wondering what damage that fall has caused their stable mates.

- Covey gets the better of Jackal once more as he clotheslines him over the guardrail. Meanwhile inside the ring amazingly, Alan Fiscus has rolled over and showing signs of movements.

DANIELS: Fiscus needs to cover here…can he make it?!

JESSE: COVER…COVER HIM!!!!

MASTERS: Inches to go, and Grantham is still out of it.

DANIELS: I THINK HE IS THERE…FISCUS WITH A COVER UNBELIEVABLY!!!!

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JESSE: YES! HE HAS IT! WHOLE DAMN SHOW HAVE WON! ELITE REVOLUTION IS OVER!!!!!

MASTERS: GREAT NEWS!

DANIELS: THIS PLACE HAS JUST EXPLODED, AND FISCUS HAS MAYBE JUST SAVED CZW!

JESSE: HAHA…and look at the face of the Jackal, it’s over you prick, and Grantham, I hope he is hurt!

DANIELS: What a main event for the one year anniversary, and stable wars has ended folks with a huge win for the Whole Damn Show, a big thanks to Alan Fiscus I guess for ridding CZW of the most disgusting group in CZW history..

JESSE: YOU KNOW WHAT?! I am going to go and congratulate Fiscus personally!

- Jesse leaves the commentary tables as he walks around the wreckage and enters the cage. Inside Fiscus has just made it to his feet as the referee holds his hands in the air. Covey is clapping on the outside as Jackal almost has tears coming down his face. Jesse kicks Grantham out of the ring, completely destroyed from the attack. The fans cheer as Jesse and Fiscus go face to face, then shake hands as the fans cheer. Jesse then holds up the hand of Alan Fiscus, the winner of the match.

DANIELS: What a great sight we have here, the CZW President holding up the hand of his former rival, but the man who may have just saved his company here tonight.

MASTERS: I feel a celebration on the way.

- In the ring, Jesse and Fiscus walk around the ring soaking up the applause. Jesse walks back towards Fiscus as they both smile at each other…

THEN…

MONTANA EXPRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: WHAT IN THE NAME OF HELL?!

MASTERS: JESSE JUST TOOK THE HEAD OF FISCUS CLEAN OFF!

DANIELS: WHI DID HE DO THAT?! WHAT MUST MONTANA BE THINKING?!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Jesse stands over Alan Fiscus with a smile on his face as he looks around the packed out arena, every single fan booing furiously. Suddenly Covey dives through the cage and into the ring as he takes down Montana, hitting him with lefts and rights. Jackal suddenly now flies into the ring as he kicks Covey right in the temple of his head knocking him off. Jackal pounces over Covey and begins to beat the hell out of him with rights and lefts, Covey now bleeding from the nose and mouth. Jackal and Jesse now both stomping him down. Jesse and Jackal now begin to stomp down Fiscus.


1. Becoming CZW World Heavyweight Champion

After the CZW almost had to close its doors, some key factors in its success returned for the "Re-United We Stand" PPV in Los Angeles. Fiscus was placed in his second elimination chamber match, against Krimzon Blaze, Ace King, Rob Wright, Matt Covey, and champion Cage Stryker. During the match, Alan did a horrible thing to Blaze, curb stomping him face first into a pile of broken glass.

- Alan now lifts Cage up with venom as he throws him into the cage again, and again, and again, Styker now looking dazed. Alan now throws him back into the ring as he follows. Alan kicks Cage in the ribs as he rolls over. Then a second time. Alan now lifts Cage up…Fisherman’s Suplex, but doesn’t get the pin. Fiscus gets up again now in complete control. Fiscus lifts Cage back up, the fans beginning to go quiet again, sensing the end of the contest. Fiscus points at the World Title, then stares deep into Cage’s eyes before winking…

Daniels: Are we seeing the end of the High Definition’s reign here tonight…

Masters: After this…I would say yes…MY GOD IT’S THE RIOT PLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: AHHHHH we have a new champion.

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Masters: Yes! I knew it!

Daniels: Wait, Cage got the shoulder up…IT WAS ONLY A TWO COUNT! MY GOD THAT WAS CLOSE!

Masters: That referee was slow counting, it seemed like a lifetime.

- The fans are relieved as Alan now stands up, and begins to shake the cage in fury.

Masters: The riot has been unleashed now, Jarred.

- Alan walks back over to Cage who can hardly blink he is so out of it. Alan lifts his limp body back up, the fans booing as Fiscus leans him up, looking around the arena, sniffing the air, as he is moments away form being World Champion…A SECOND RIOT PLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: If the first wasn’t enough, surely this is it now! Cage can’t have anything left…

Masters: He looks dead Jarred, if he kicks out of this, it’s clearly just the body spasm after death!

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3!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: This time it’s really over…

WAIT…

NO…MY GOD…MY GOD…CAGE STRYKER KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: This can’t be happening, the referee must be paid by the champ.

Daniels: I assure you it’s real life. However, Alan may be harder to convince.

- Alan now stands up in a fit of rage and grabs the referee by the collar, desperate to attack him. From behind though is Cage Stryker, though in a pool of his own blood, has found one last bit of energy to mount an attack on an un-suspecting Fiscus…

Daniels: HE’S UP…HE’S UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: it’s a zombie, folks!

Daniels: AMAZING…CAGE HITS AN IMPLANT DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS FINISHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CAN HE GET AN ARM OVER THE BODY OF FISCUS?!

HE COVERS…

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*ding ding ding*

Daniels: STILL CZW CHAMPION…REMARKABLE!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Travesty.

Daniels: What do you mean, this man put his heart and soul into that match, and he can hardly stand, but he is a great World Champion, the critics have been silenced tonight!

Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THE WINNER OF THE CHAMBER AND STILL CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…CAGE STRY……..

Daniels: Wait…what the hell is this?! Surely not!!!!

Masters: OF COURSE…FISCUS HAS MONEY IN THE BANK…

Daniels: Not now, not like this, not this way!

Masters: FISCUS HAS THE CASE…YES! FISCUS IS GOING OT BE THE WORLD CHAMP AFTER ALL!!!!!!

- The fans quit there frantic cheers as Fiscus is up, blood pouring down his face, and his chest. Cage is holding the Title high in the air like Rocky Balboa, one eyes completely closed. All of a sudden…

*CRASH*

Masters: Fiscus smashes the briefcase over the head of Stryker…and what is this…

Daniels: I can’t believe this…MY GOD THE OVERTHROW ON TOP OF THE METAL CASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Cage has been dismembered!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: And the referee is forced to count…Money in the Bank, well you clever, clever weasel.

Masters: Weasel? This man is a predator!

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Daniels: DAMMIT CAGE HAD NO CHANCE!

Masters: I forgot about he case, Jarred, you forgot, the whole World forgot, except Fiscus, what a dastardly plot.

Daniels: And you have to feel sorry for Cage, having kicked out everything Fiscus could dish, Cage just had nothing left when it came to cashing in Money in the Bank.

Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….THE NEWWWWWWWW CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…ALAAAAAAAN FIIIISSCCCCUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Well what a night it has been, what a comeback for CZW, it’s probably the most historic night in the company so far, and Fiscus closes it out holding up the World Heavyweight Title, congratulations.

Masters: I can’t wait for the next show, CZW is going stronger than ever, Jarred.

Daniels: Your damn right, answers, revelations, and all new Ultraviolence in two weeks time folks, until then, good night!

The show closes out with fireworks, and Fiscus sitting on top of the structure, World Title in his grasp.


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