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Declaration of War
Topic Started: Jan 14 2011, 12:54 AM (158 Views)
Buzzsaw
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United States Champ
OVERDRIVE
Yokohama Arena
Yokohama, Japan
December 27, 2010 11:35pm



The rain was barley visible in the dark night but the landscape was covered in wetness…the people inside the Yokohama Arena were pouring into the dark wet streets not caring that they were about to be soaked, they had just see a hell of a show…one that they would remember for a life time. Umbrellas were opened by a few while others decided to make a run for it…the rain that fell soaked everything it hit…

As the fans ran for cover nobody noticed the loan figure sitting on brick wall some 30 feet above the sidewalks they ran across…I watched as they ran and wondered….it’s only rain, not acid falling from the sky…sure I was soaked but it wasn’t only from the rain, I had walked out here right from the ring, still soaked from the blood and sweat from tonight’s match. These people would never forget this night, because lets face it the CZW doesn’t come around these parts that offend, maybe we will be back in a year or so…it kind of sums things up for me as well…

For me this night was going to be unforgettable…just like it was for these people but for different reasons. They got to see the stars of the CZW…maybe they would get to see them again one day but only if we came back to this town, some saw it as a once in a life time opportunity…that’s what I thought this night was…a once in a life opportunity for me. I had been given a chance…my chance at the CZW World Championship…a chance that guys like me didn’t get that offend and lets face it with all the turmoil facing the CZW right now my chances of getting another shot at the World Title were greater than Sid finding a girl that wouldn’t charge him to screw her. The focus was going to move to ending The Renegades and we were all going to be expected to join forces…to fall in line to tackle a great threat….

Sure Eddie Rowan would have to defend his title…there were stipulations that had to be followed, not even Derek Damage could get around those but no sooner did the final bell ring when people started whispering about the next contender and who it would be…one of three men would get the next chance…I was an afterthought…a nice little story, someone the locals could cheer for but we had one more show in Japan and then a quick stop in Germany before a show for the troops and then we would be back in the states and we will have to cater to those fans and the growing tread they want to see, or better off WHO….

Sure guys like El Pablo and Mortius would get there shot again…they were legends here in the CZW, they fans loved them and more than that the suits loved them, they were former World Champions here, yeah they would get there chances again. Now toss in the return of Eric Collum a former World Champion himself and it was looking like I was the most unlikely member of Team CZW to be back but it wasn’t just limited to us…

Other in this company were making noise, Ronnie McNeil the CZW Intercontinental Champion, he had been on a tear since his return to the CZW…he was me a month ago, beating the elite stars in this company…he was due for his shot. Mike King, the former CZW Intercontinental Champion, he had beat the then CZW World Champion before losing his title, many thought he was due for the shot, he was one of those pissed that I got my chance so soon while he was forced to wait yet again. Ryan Shane, he’s part of the CZW’s youth movement, a up and coming talent that had already tasted CZW gold and had outlived being in the shadows of more established stars like Mike King and Brian Kirkland…each of these men were worth and deserving of a shot…

And what about The Renegades? Ms. Baines had gotten them contracts…how long before she is able to get one of them a shot…hell Alan Fiscus was a former World Champion as was Jesse Montana and guys like Godzilla Sawyer, Brian Kirkland and Justin Marsham were all decorated former champions in this company. Surely she would try and get one of her guys a chance at that title, how better to piss off Derek Damage than to have one of the very men he cast off walking around with the top prize in his company…it was only a matter of time before that happened….

So I sat out here in the rain covered in a mix of blood, sweat and rain and looked over all the people flooding out of the arena on a night none of them would every forget, I shared in their believe, I had been so close…had my chances and just couldn’t get the job done. Some will say I did very well to just hold my own against the likes of Eddie Rowan, El Pablo and Mortius but that wasn’t soothing the pain…nor was this bottle of whiskey that sat next to me in the pouring rain…each swig set me further and further into the dark hole of self pity…I wanted to be left alone, I didn’t return to my dressing room that was full of people waiting to console me…from a women that saw me as her savoir and boyfriend…to a road agent that saw me as a friends…to a young women just trying to get to know who her dad really was and right now I didn’t want any of them…they would look at me…three sets of eyes…six eye balls…all of that pity….

Pity from the women that knew just what this chance meant to me…Morgan got it, she was raised in a wrestling family…she had seen what the World Title had meant to her brother Jakob and what he had to do to finally get his hands on that belt…she had seen what it had meant to me, and knew I would be devastated. She would look at me with a mixture of pity and pain, seeing that I got that close only to come up short. She would try and comfort me in the only way she knew how, but she knew what a toll this would take on me, that I would want to be left alone and didn’t want to talk about it…that’s what separated Morgan from most other women, she wouldn’t want to talk this to death and wonder how I was feeling, she got it, she didn’t need me to say what I was feeling she knew, she had been there before and she knew space was needed…so she had not come looking for me, she would see me later tonight back at the hotel when I came staggering back to the hotel drunk on whatever I could find and then she would start to try to put the pieces back together again…she was a quite gal that Morgan Mayhem, who would have know what a sweet girl laid underneath the brutal Mayhem persona ….

Pity from a CZW Road Agent who was only assigned to me to make sure I stayed out of trouble….a friendship grew, forged from two men who have lived very similar lives…had lived the life on the road, Sid Simelia and I were basically the same man, the same character…well except I was a bit more of a success version. Sid could have gone on…continued to chase the dream but he always told me the pay was good and at least he was still in the business even if it meant babysitting little fucks like me…he knew what was on the line tonight, hell it’s all he could talk about since I was named to this match…given my chance, a chance he never received. He would go on and on about what a chance this was for a guy like me…a guy like us because Sid still saw himself as one of the boys, it felt like he had been living through me the last few months. It wasn’t as if I beat Matt Covey, it was always WE beat Matt Covey…I think I had the career he always dreamed of and I could take looking into the disappointed eyes tonight. I knew deep down it was going to be a tough match to win but I think to Sid it was a no brainier that I was going to walk back to the locker room as the new CZW World Champion and now I thought to myself he’s probably sitting in my locker room in shock, he let himself believe that I was going to win, and now I would see the pity and hurt in his eyes as he told me it was ok, I’ll get it NEXT TIME…next time, we both knew that guys like me don’t get NEXT TIME….

Pity from a daughter I was just getting to know…she had no real prejudice towards me, no malice what so ever…for her this was a night that she knew was important to her father, she had to have seen the difference in my mood or maybe Morgan sat her down and explained things to her but she had put aside her need to know me so that I could focus on the task at hand. She had this need to know about my past…not only with her mother but about the sister she knew nothing about…to my life that she missed out on. She was very curious about me which I guess was normal…I was new, she never was told about me, just that her dad wasn’t around, she had imagine who he was and what he did…like any child she overshot the mark and in her case badly. She imagined that maybe I was a doctor helping orphans in Africa or maybe was out there trying to save the world working for Greenpeace and trying to shut down the evil oil drillers. The job changed over the years but she always saw me as a hero and someone out there trying to do right…if she only knew right. Sure she was getting a glimpse into my life but I was doing a great job of covering up who I really was….trying to clean up my act when she was around…hell only had a week or so left then we would leave Japan and I was hoping to remember to drop her a card from time to time…but tonight I couldn’t look into those eyes…not feeling like this….

All I wanted was to be left alone…to be able to sit out in the rain with this bottle to console my pain and I was hoping that the people that knew me best would know this and not come looking me tonight….


Yasu Rie: He’s out here! Morgan come quick, I found him!

No such luck…can’t catch a break tonight can I? I hear foot steps…it’s those of just one person which tells me that Morgan isn’t alone…no, I can only imagine what had happened, Morgan and Sid would have known I wanted space when I didn’t turn up back in the locker room, normally they would have just left the arena…maybe came to look around but only to make sure I wasn’t belly up in a pool of blood but they would have left me to my demons…but she didn’t know this part of me…my self loathing after a tough loss…of course she would have come looking for me… there was nothing Morgan or Sid could have said to calm her down…she had just watched her dad in a brutal match that left him laying in the ring not moving…of course she saw the worse in it, good thing she didn’t see any of my early stuff…the death matches…yeah I was hurting and sore but I was still in one piece…..

Morgan Mayhem: Ok sweetie, see he’s in one piece and still alive, let’s just give him some space…

There you go…listen to Morgan and head back to the hotel…

Yasu Rie: No he needs to be checked out, he could have a concussion or something…

Sid Simelia: He’ll have to be checked out before he leaves the building Yasu, its CZW protocol, they will look him over when he’s ready, he’s not ready now…TRUST ME


Thank you Sid…he had been down this road before, hell his career was spent on this road…how many times did he sit out by himself wondering if he really had what it takes to be in this business, sure I knew I had it, but did I have what it took to climb back up to the top of a company….or would I just always be a hardcore guy…. It was a lonely road of self doubt from a man that was lost at the moment….

Yasu Rie: But we found him, lets just take him now….

She wraps her tiny hands around my arm…he touch was warm…clearly I had been out here too long, but she tries to pull me up…maybe hoping I will give into a daughter’s plea and just stand up but I’m stubborn and don’t move…I can feel her breath on my shoulder and then I’m guessing she looks away…maybe for help from the other two who are standing next to her…

Yasu Rie: Please, he’s freezing, just help me get him to his feet, we can’t leave him like this….

Morgan Mayhem: Yasu there is nothing we can do for him right now except leave him here.

Sid Simelia: Trust us, we know Derek, there is nothing we can say or do for him right now, he just needs this time alone…

Yasu Rie: but…

Morgan Mayhem: Leave the blanket Yasu and let’s get you out of this rain before you get sick…


There is a moment when I wonder if she will listen or not…Morgan’s words were more of a demand than a request and there was a pause…then I can hear her exhale and the warmth of a blanket as Yasu drapes it over my wet body…the last few seconds of human contact and then the sounds of feet walking away….I get what I wanted….I’M ALONE……


Tokyo, Japan
The Peninsula, Imperial Palace Luxury Hotel
Suite 214



SHOCK: It’s something that can bring you back from the dead…doctors will send a current into your body to basically jump start your heart….in some cases this is the only thing that can help…sort of a last ditch afford when all else fails. Sure it sounds extreme…I mean the heart isn’t a car battery, but sometimes that’s what it takes…

Now some will point out to me that I wasn’t dead….and they would be right but my heart wasn’t there. I was just going through the motions of life…in a fog….in purgatory, lingering between two worlds…no it wasn’t between life and death but it was the two versions of Buzzsaw….

For as long as I could remember I was THE HARDCORE GUY….it’s how people saw me, and I was ok with that…and then I was given a chance…it happened first in 2002…my first and only reign as a World Champion….sure some called it a fluke and maybe it was….only had the strap for 31 days…but I got a taste of something I craved….and I wanted more….

Sure I got my chances over time but I was never able to get back to the top and came to the realization that I didn’t have what it took to be on top…I had come to terms that I was and had always been a hardcore guy and I was fine with that once again…I was luck to have a job and when the CZW brought me in I was just lucky to be employed again….hell I would have taken a damn job sweeping the ring at that point. I was happy to except there offer of being an Ultraviolent guy and competing for the UV Title…it was who I was and what I did….

But just like before I out grew my role…sure it happened quicker that before…I ran off a few high profile wins and got people in the back talking…I had done enough to make a name for myself and they wanted to see what else they had in me…so I was given a chance at the one thing I thought had passed me by….The CZW World Title….I had let myself believe that I was destine to once again claim the top prize in the business but this time it wasn’t meant to be…I came up short and now was doubting everything….had my best days passed me by? Did I have what it takes to start over and try to climb back up the ladder? Should I just go to the suits and demand a rematch for the title I never truly lost? Was going back even an option at this point….

Sure the people around me were trying to pick me up…telling me how proud they were of me…how I gave them one hell of a fight but it was all empty complements. I couldn’t see the good only the bad and nothing anyone said to me could change that…not even a call from the CZW World Champion Eddie Rowan…

He had called a few days after the match…told me how great I did…how the match was a classic but the conversation quickly moved to the pay per view….to Extreme Insurrection. Couldn’t say I blamed him…he was the captain of Team CZW…he had just gone toe to toe with three guys on his team and came out victorious…he had to check in and see how we were doing…to make sure we were still on the same page…I had heard he got to Mortius that night in the locker room….made since, they had been in a stable together….had he already talked to El Pablo or was he next on the to do list….wasn’t sure, all I knew was right at that moment nothing Eddie Rowan said was going to help…sure I was a company guy and I knew what was riding on this match but right then right now I didn’t care….but it was Eddie’s job to get us all back on course and this was his way of doing just that…

I knew when the call ended it wasn’t the last I was going to hear from Rowan but all I wanted was a dark room, a bottle of booze and to be left alone….and that’s what I got until the next night…we were staying in a posh hotel…courtesy of the CZW for people in the Main Events of their Pay Per Views…Morgan and Yasu were enjoying the suite and all the perks that came with it…they had just returned to the suite from a massage or something when the knock on the door came…it echoed to the back room where I was sitting…


Yasu Rie: I’ll get it…

He steps echo…and then the door slides open…I’m only half listening….expecting room serves or something…

Yasu Rie: Um, hello, how can I help you?

The tone in her voice is different…she isn’t expecting room service…and then his voice makes it’s way back to me….you know that shock I was talking about…well his voice was like a current that shot right through my body….brought straight back to reality….

Tim McFarland: Hello there sweetheart, wow, you have gotten so big, the last time I saw you you were still a baby.

Yasu Rie: Excuse me?

Tim McFarland: Well it was just a picture of you really, a last ditch plea from your mother, she claimed Derek had fathered a child, her child as a matter of fact…you sweetheart, but I couldn’t be certain of that, I mean I only met your mother a few times, you see I was still back in the states managing Derek’s career, trying to get him out of this hell hole of a country you call home…


I had to get there….I had to get to her…to protect her…the glow of the light killed my eyes….too many long hours in the dark….but I saw him and he saw me…there was a twisted smile on his face…it made him a unrecognizable….

Tim McFarland: how was I to believe that she was telling the truth about you or who the father was, you see your mother wasn’t the purest thing back in the….

The glass bottle just misses his head as he ducks and then looks at me with a surprised look on his face…

Tim McFarland: What the hell Derek?

Buzzsaw: Do not speak to my daughter Tim, you know nothing about her or her mother…

Tim McFarland: I was just going to say that I didn’t know her, that I couldn’t take her on her word, you had just signed a huge deal with the CEW and people were coming out of the woodwork, she was a wrestler linked to you and her job was likely to be cut because of you leaving, her motives could be less than pure


He had been at the side of Jakob too long…he wanted to dangle the fact that he knew stuff about her mother…information that I had given a friend…locker room talk, bragging about the girl you nailed and how you did it…never thinking it would come back to bite you in the ass….

Buzzsaw: What the hell are you doing here?

Tim McFarland: I’m here for you Derek, you’re still my client…

Buzzsaw: Ha, funny spin on that one, I’M YOUR ONLY CLIENT THAT IS STANDING UP RIGHT AT THE MOMENT TIMMY!

Tim McFarland: Very true, poor Sledge and Jakob are laid up at the moment, nasty turn of events, good thing you were in the arena at the time and accounted for…

Buzzsaw: And what’s that suppose to mean?

Tim McFarland: I mean the police were interested in anyone that had a grudge against Jakob or Sledge, they have lunched an investigation into the attack, and with all the history between the three of you, you would have been a logical suspect, but like I said lucky for you you were in the arena at the time, in fact you all where, well except for her, Yasu here nobody saw her at the time of the attack…

Buzzsaw: Cut the shit Tim, she had nothing to do with it…

Yasu Rie: Why would I attack those men…

Tim McFarland: Maybe you were trying to win over your father, gain his love by attacking the man he hates the most…

Yasu Rie: I would never…

Buzzsaw: You son of a bitch…

Tim McFarland: Don’t worry about it, they aren’t looking at here, the parking lot cameras show it was a man, I’m just saying you might want to keep track of her a bit better old man.

Buzzsaw: GET OUT!

Tim McFarland: Oh come on Derek lighten up, we have business to discuss, I got a call last night from Eddie Rowan, well more of a message, he wanted to make sure you were in the right frame of mind for this match this Sunday, you realize how big this match is right? You get that you are fighting for something bigger than just yourself right? Mr. Damage hand picked you to represent Team CZW, this is war Derek, these Renegades want to take your jobs, they want to take over this company, Baines and Fiscus have put together the cream of the crop to represent Team Renegade, they are the elite of this company, all past champions Derek and you need to be at your be right in the head if you are going to be any help to this company, now I know there is a lot of history here with these men, history you are not apart of but you are now in this war, and Derek Damage will be very thankful to any man who helps put down this little problem, you get what I’m saying right?


Tim had become a greedy son of a bitch…Jakob had been his meal ticket…provided for him and now he was laid up in a hospital bed…so like the leech he was he came crawling back to the one person that could provide for him…to make him relevant in this company…

Tim McFarland: Sure you missed out on the CZW World Title but I pointed out to Damage that you are the one responsible for putting Mike Monroe on the shelf, you put on one hell of a death match for this company and I pointed out to him that as the man that took out the CZW TV Champion it was crazy that you weren’t awarded that belt, I explained to him that that goof Sid had arranged that match behind my back, that if I had been involved it would have been for the CZW TV Title, I mean it makes no since for you to go back to the UV Division, I explained to Damage that I didn’t like the idea of having all of McFarland Inc.’s clients fighting over the same belt, it wasn’t good business for me or any of you, we are a family, he can’t have brother fighting each other can we?

Buzzsaw: Brother, are you fucking kidding me…

Tim McFarland: Derek, you and Logan grew up together, you broke into the business together, and yeah you have had your ups and downs, but I know you care about him…

Buzzsaw: Sledge, yeah but Jakob….

Tim McFarland: Dude, you’re fucking his sister, she travels with you everywhere you go, she is part of your life and you are part of hers, you’re part of the Mayhem Family by being with her, and once Jakob and Sledge heal I’m going to have a sit down with Mr. Damage about bringing them in to help the CZW in this war…

Buzzsaw: And after that I’ll break your neck, this is my fight my spot and those two are not going to ride my coat tails, I took the CZW UV Title and made it matter, I beat everyone in that division and had people talking about a title that was an after thought, I brought relevance to that title and the it was stole from me, I never lost that title to Jakob, fact is I beat his ass all over this company and then he sneaks out a win and took a belt that I made and pissed all down it, he took all my work and flushed it, the UV Title is a fucking joke now, hell people have forgotten all about it, all my work has been ruined…

Tim McFarland: Well you weren’t going to hold that title forever…

Buzzsaw: No but I was going to build the division, give it some credibility and then find the next young monster and then pass it along to someone who was worthy to continue my work but Jakob ruined all that by forcing his way into that match and stealing the UV Title.

Tim McFarland: Get over it Derek, you have moved on, you are in the Main Event at a Pay Per View, you are so above the UV Division, let Jakob have this and move on, there are other titles in this company, why go backwards, you are riding high, your stock has never been higher, STOP LOOKING BACKWARDS!!!!!!!



Ariake Coliseum
Tokyo, Japan
January 11, 2011



I might be at odds with Tim…couldn’t stand to be around a guy I grew up with, but he was what I needed…a shot to the system…the anger had erupted inside me and it gave me focus….there was nothing I could do to Tim, sure I wanted to put his head through the hotel door, he must have sensed it because he left very quickly but he was now a snake, playing the game behind the scenes. He had the ear of the CZW Owner, he had offered him my services in this war and in return Tim would get what he wanted…protection for his prize client…there would be no return to the UV Division for me…I need to move on and in Tim’s own words…stop looking backwards….that was all behind me and I was now in uncharted waters….

In five days I would be apart of a war I had no real stake in…sure I was targeted by the Renegades but wasn’t it just because I was on the CZW Roster? They had gone after everyone, hell the fucking janitors would have had their teeth kicked in if they had come across the Renegades that night. To them it was personal…they had been shown the door by a owner they had no respect for….they had killed themselves for this place, to make it what it was today and they were just tossed out…and at the time I felt bad for them…AT THE TIME…..I had no stake in this war, it didn’t really affect me, sure I was pissed about the kick in the head from Jeran Hudson…but my beef was just with one man…that was until the rest started talking….

To them I was just a nobody…hell must hadn’t even seen me in the ring…they just looked at me like I was the dirt on the bottom of their shoes…they had been the elite here in this company…the who’s who and I was just this new guy to fill out the bottom part of the card…no real threat to them….but slowly I started to make waves…started to climb the ladder of success here in the CZW…they should have started to take me seriously, but to them I was just a hardcore freak show….the only thing I was good at was taking chair shots to the head to excite the crowd before the real talent came out….

I was use to this attitude…this wasn’t my first go around….the established stars didn’t want to waste their time on me…they had more pressing issues to deal with so I cleaned out my division…took our established stars like Matt Covey and did enough to impress the owner who was on a mission to in his own words cut the fat from this company to not even get tossed into a Damage Control Match…I was part of the new direction Damage wanted to go with and now being able to sit back and look at who got cut it all makes since…he cut the ego out of this company….people who thought it was all about them…who thought they were bigger than the CZW….

But by the grace of god these men found their way back in…Ms. Baines made her power play….people only saw her as a fine piece of ass…hired for her tits and not her brain but she shock us all…she brought back the Renegades and the power struggle began….Damage v. Baines….that’s what this is really about….we are just the foot soldiers in this war…being lead into battle for the right to this company. She was trying her very own hostile takeover of the CZW…a power play to push the old guy out after he had fired Montana…she played the game very well. Damage had thought it was over, these men where gone in his eyes and he had the roster he wanted and now he was forced to defend his own company…

We were all hand picked by him…thought we had the best chance to once and for all rid this company of the men he saw as dead weight…all former champions, well all former World Champions minus me…a point that has been pointed out from time to time. These men had become the face of the CZW over the years but I was the true wild card tosses into the mix. I had no history here…been here less than a year and now I found myself fighting against and with men that had a history…some had been here from the start, had had legendary feuds with one another…the stories are the building blocks of this company…

Eddie Rowan was a clear cut choice to head our team…he was the reigning CZW World Champion fresh off a defense against his very own teammates. He had to be the glue and had done a great job leading up to this match to get us all the same page. We had all tried to kill one another last week and now we needed to put our egos aside for the betterment of the group…something the men in the Renegades could have never done. I assured Eddie my head was clear and that I was focused…he was a good guy who they saw as a paper champion. He had won the title sure but to men like Alan Fiscus and Jesse Montana that wasn’t enough, he hadn’t beat a quality opponent in their mines…he hadn’t beaten an elite star….like one of them. They felt he was just a place holder…someone just killing time with a belt they saw as their own and because of this Eddie Rowan had a lot to prove in this match…and he needed to make sure we were all on the same page and focused…..

Sure Eddie was the captain of this group but nobody could kid themselves…El Pablo was the heart and soul of this group…he had been one of the CZW originals…been here from day one…was the first CZW Grand Champion and should have been respected if nothing else. Sure he was the lovable goof the fans went crazy for…he tried to make them smile and where I couldn’t care less about them most days Pabs seemed to truly care about them…they made him what he was today. He was the CZW and that’s what made him a target to the Renegades…chop off the head and the body will die…well Pabs was the CZW’s head and they knew it. Nobody could match his speed and skill…they could try and spin it but they knew this…he was a game changer we were lucky to have but they could only see the pink and the jokes…they don’t see the man who has killed himself to be the elite star he is today…and more than that…the humble man he is…he could be just has arrogant as the Renegades…god knows he has the résumé...but he’s as humble as they come, not threatened by the young kids or the new faces just excited for the new challenge…

He returned to help out his old company…not to try and destroy it…they will tell you they didn’t want him…that he was a cancer and not worthy to be in their ranks but Derek Damage must have seen something in Eric Collum…he returned to a heroes welcome and you can’t take away the look on the Renegade’s faces when they saw him walk out…sure they will try and play it cool…but I remember the look in their eyes…that wasn’t the look of calm men. Sure he’s been out of the business…on the sidelines watching…just waiting for the right time to return…and that time was when the CZW needed him the most…the Renegades will look down their nose at Eric Collum but on what grounds? He is a former CZW World Champion and CZW TV Champion…he has accomplished more than some of the Renegades….so what is the problem they have with him? Could he have turned them down…I can’t see them walking right up and asking people to join…maybe they sent him a feeler and he turned them down…who knows but now he’s a target just like the rest of us….

He came back with a thunder and won the CZW World Title…ending the reign of one Alan Fiscus…sure he’s stumbled since but there is no greater monster than Mortius. I felt his pain…losing last week damn near killed him as well…they say his heart isn’t in it these days but I don’t buy it…we go through funks…down cycles…we start to question everything and I’m right there with you Mort…but all it takes is something to pull us back…something to light a fire under us… …they are questioning your heart Mort….they are questioning if you have what it takes…don’t let them count you out…you were brought back to the CZW to end Alan Fiscus’s reign of terror by the same women now telling us he’s the greatest thing in wrestling…they might not want to admit it but you are the man that set this all in motion…now it’s time for you to do your part to finally end it…

The ring crew is busy putting the finishing touches on the ring…I sit in seat 7 row 5 and watch as they work as a team…each man has their job…each does it without a word, they are a fluent team…they have been doing this for years and the harmony shows that they are a true team…people have been going on and on about The Renegades as a team…some have gone as fall as to call them a dream team….all former champions…but so are we…lets look at the facts…they have had two former World Champions…we have four. They have won seven titles among them…we have twelve!!! But they are the dominate team….right….

Sure Jesse Montana had beef with Derek Damage…he was the CZW President…a former CZW World Champion that went to work in the front office….he ran this place when Damage was away…so people could understand why he was so pissed when he was fired…but wasn’t it the owners right? No matter how you spin it this is Derek Damage’s company….so Jesse is going to lace up the boots one more time…but this time it’s all about payback…to show Damage he is still the force he once was…he is the old veteran of the group but how long can he take orders…he had shown he likes to be the man…and really him and Alan are going to be able to work together…sure, this isn’t going to blow up in their faces…two alpha dogs…two leaders, how long before one of them gets tired of taking the back seat…but that is a problem for another day, right now he is just riding high on his past achievements…letting his reputation do his talking, and people have been eating it up…all week people have been talking…excited that he is making his in ring return….it brings them back to the good old days but there is a reason why he left…and yeah he might be able to bring it for one night or two but how valuable is he going to be over the long haul?

If some feel that Jesse Montana might a bit too frail for his in ring return nobody is going to make that statement about Godzilla Sawyer…the true powerhouse of the Renegades. Maybe the smartest choice the Renegades made was naming his man to their team…he was the longest reigning CZW TV Champion…he pretty much made that title important again, hell even scored a huge win over the then world champion Alan Fiscus…but never could get his hands on the top prize. He is the muscle of the group and he will be use as that…in every battle they have people of groups they are willing to put at risk…sadly Sawyer is this person…they no what he can do…they will send him charging into battle hoping he can take out a few before he is gunned downed and taken out…collateral damage is what they call it and sadly that will be the fate of one Godzilla Sawyer in this war. He is the brawn to their brains…ha, I just the same can be said about me…

Has anyone in this business road the coat tails of a family member faster and farther that on ‘Psycho’ Sam Attic? His brother was the man here and he came right in and because he was a ‘Fiscus’ went right to the head of the class. For all those Renegades who are wondering how I ended up in this match I say look at one Sam Attic and answer your own question. Sure his brother is a bit unstable but this clown played right off that….he took it to the extreme and makes it unbelievable….he’s trying to hard to be that crazy…it’s an act….I have seen crazy…looked into the eyes of men that will do anything…Sam doesn’t have that look. He wants to talk to me about hardcore….wants to call what I have been through as soft when comparing it to being trained by dear old dad? Well maybe there is a few screws loose in his head. Why is it that in the business day everyone wants to tell the world that they are the true wrestling family…they all have the horror stories of being trained in the basement or the dungeons like they are trying to top that wrestling family from Canada…sure the X-Division is this generations version of hardcore wrestling…and he’s made a name for himself with good matches with El Pablo and Ryan Shane but a monster he is not. If he wants to blame his lose on someone he needs to look no father than Alan Fiscus…he rose with his success and you fall with his failures….it’s the problem with not being your own man…his fate is tied to another…he want to play the family card Sam Attic…well then you have nobody to blame but yourself for your firing…but you will follow Alan blindly into battle…make outlandish remarks to get yourself up and ready for this battle…you are fighting for more than just a job or revenge…he is now fighting for the reputation of his very own family name…

Oh Justin Marsham…he is the epitome of a bitter old superstar….look it up in a the dictionary and you will see his picture…living in the past and nobody that wasn’t in this company in its old heyday is worth a piss…there is no taking away from the fact that he is a true talent…a true wrestling machine but this isn’t going to be a regular wrestling match….they want a war and war is ugly…it’s brutal….it’s bloody….he asks why I’m in this match, well I’m in this match for that very fact…it’s going to be a war Sunday night and I’m not afraid to shed a little blood. I know we are as far apart as possible…he hate everything I sand for….see me as a glorified stuntman and a waste of space, he think guys who don’t know 100 countermoves have no business being here…he went as far as to just pass me over this week to focus on more established stars on your team and that’s fine…I know to him I’m just the dirt on his feet…something he has no time for…I’m more of an annoyance….but I feel the same way about him….poor sad little Justin Marsham, fired over being injured…wow like that has never happened before, what the hell was Damage suppose to do…just keep you around and on the books because you were a star when you had two good wheels? It’s a business…and he was costing them money so they cut he….he wasn’t worth it to them, I can understand why he might have been mad…he was viewed as a star here….one to watch, a former IC Champion…it’s the stepping stone to the World Title….had been in legendary feud with the top stars of the day and they didn’t want you? Must have been a real shock to the ego, like being dumped by the hot girl you thought loved you….but instead of just moving on you sat there injured and stewed over it….you wanted your revenge and it must have been one of the greatest days of your life with Ms. Baines and Alan came a calling. It was going to be his own way of sticking it to the establishment…to show how big of an error Damage made by giving him the pink slip…he could relate to those fired stars, they had also been wrong just like him…they were going to destroy the company they once worked for and Justin had to be apart of it…it was the perfect plan, the return of the Epitome of Technical Finesse…he could spit in the face of the establishment and the very man that fired him…he took out what they were calling Damage’s hired gun Eric Collum last week showing the world he hadn’t missed a step in his time off…there was no ring rust and he would be going into this match as a one man wrestling machine…but like I said this isn’t going to be just any wrestling match….he wasn’t going to get points for take downs or escapes…this was going to be a war…a very bloody and violent war…it wasn’t going to be who knows what moves…to win this match you were going to have to do the unthinkable….so a better question was what is Justin Marsham doing in this type of match….

And then there was just one man…the face of the Renegades…because without him none of this was possible…it would have been viewed as a joke…he was this company…longest reigning CZW World Champion…nobody could match him…he was the alpha dog here in the CZW….and then it all crumbled around him…a second too slow….beaten by one second and lost the only thing that truly matter to him…he had to watch as they handed the CZW World Title to Mortius…his title….was forced into a match with Eddie Rowan….winner would get a title shot and the loser…well the loser would be fired…the first victim of Damage Control…well you know how the story goes…he lost and Eddie went on to win the World Title…his World Title…he was forced out of the company he had built….a company he made relevant by a man who was never around…he was forced to see others climb the ranks and wrestle in matches that should have been his…he was forced to watch the unthinkable…he was forced to watch someone like me get a title shot….I wonder how long had be been home before the idea came, had it been that very night…his mind is twisted it wouldn’t surprise me…he sweet talked Baines….got her to hire them all back…he was pulling all the strings….the true puppet master….this was all about one man….all for one man…Alan Fiscus had pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes to get what he wanted….sure he needed a job but wasn’t this all about his title….that title gave him his power….his pull in this company…Damage would have never been able to fire him if he had still been champion…for him this match was about getting his power back…he had once been the face of this company well now he was going to be it’s downfall. His name struck fear to those in this company…they were already defeated because of his reputation…he had been a hardcore brute…well that’s what he said and was able to translate that into an established star but he did get one thing right…our paths were destine to cross. To him I was a jobber to the stars….there was no respect given from someone like Alan Fiscus….I am the one that has the most to prove he says…to him I’m just that hardcore guy…he never took much notice…why would he…he was the World Champion…what did he care, I was just one of those old washed up, broken down guys just trying to hang on…I’m a joke to him…someone he doesn’t need to worry about…he will send one of his foot soldiers to deal with me but it won’t work…in the end…he’s right…it is meant to be….Alan Fiscus v. Buzzsaw….

The footsteps echo as someone approaches….I focus on the ring and watch at the finishing touches are put in place…they stand there are stair that the work they have done and a hand grabs me on the shoulder….


Sid Simelia: You ready man…

Buzzsaw: Yeah…time for talking is over….



~FIN~
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