A cold open.
The parking lot adjacent to The Wrestleplex is where we start rolling this week’s edition of Afterburn. The fans are making as much noise as possible – that is until Brent Kersh stumbles into the scene, looking dirty, dehydrated and in need of some medical attention.
The last time we saw Brent, he was perched in the middle of a cornfield, held hostage.
And the toll of those events are surely witnessed here tonight. He stumbles past security into the arena, only to fall down to his knees once inside. The head of security Eli Payne rushes across to check on him, helping him back to his feet.
“We’ve been wondering where you were. How’d you escape?”
Kersh tries to speak but the dryness of his lips speak for themselves. Payne pulls him along the corridor towards the medical office where he’s bound to receive a lot of attention before tonight’s Elimination Chamber Match.
If he even makes it that far.
There’s no fireworks, no grand opening, just the sound of the fans as we quickly switch gears from the backstage to ringside and a very different Old School Wrestling.
The fans are on their feet making as much noise as possible as Afterburn kicks off with a shot of its brand new arena.
“Old School! Old School! Old School!”
Their loud cheers are almost immediately interrupted by the sound of “Mr Scary” by Dokken and the arrival of our Promotor; Errol Flint. Errol isn’t alone as he takes to the stage, flanked by both Mike Lane and Jensen Cussen.
“Fans, welcome to The Schoolyard here inside OSW’s very own Wrestleplex! We’re just one week on from Flatline where Errol Flint, Jensen Cussen and Mike Lane made an embarrassment out of our inaugural Pay Per View. We’re live here tonight in our very own arena and as you can tell, these fans are telling it how it is.”
By now all three of them have made their way to the ring and entered. Errol stands between them with a microphone in hand, smiling at their response.
“Welcome to a new dawn in the days of Old School Wrestling. A lot has changed, hasn’t it? We’ve taken to our own building, the one you idiots are standing in-“
He’s quickly interrupted.
“ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!”
The closer interaction from the fans mean that every single word can be heard as clear as day.
“And we’ve created something spectacular. You see, people want to know why we attacked Marvellous Master Chef last night and what the meaning of it all is. Well allow me to introduce to you; The System.“
Errol points at himself, Jensen and Mike.
“You cannot buck, you cannot beat, you cannot fool the system and we don’t want a thieving, disgusting weasel as the World Heavyweight Champion. That title should be represented with some pride and if there’s one thing I’m sure we can all agree on, it’s that Master Chef belongs in a kitchen, not with the ttle around his waist.“
The fans reaction become mixed. Some don’t want it, some do.
Meanwhile Errol hands off the microphone to Jensen Cussen.
“As for DTR, many of you probably already know our history. It would seem that today, the roles have finally reversed. Dave is running around here telling all of you that he’s a changed man, that he’s no longer The Virus. Well excuse me if I don’t believe a single word of it. I’m going to prove to the world and to Dave that he’s the same man he’s always been and encourage him, no, implore him to do the right thing and join The System.”
“Oh my God, is he serious? Does he really think that’s going to happen?”
“You Don’t Trust Reason and you don’t trust DTR, Rick. Of course it could happen.”
The opening riff from “Open Your Eyes” blares throughout the arena, the lights strobe along to the music.
Dave steps out onto the ramp and wit a microphone in hand, calls for a cut to the music with a slice across the throat.
“Is that what you think, huh Jensen? You think I’m going to stoop to your level, is that it?”
The Rattlesnake makes his way to the ring, shaking his head in disgust.
“If you remember the past so well then you’ll remember when you set me on fire and when I returned the favor. You’ll remember all the things we’ve done to each other, from friendship to bitter enemies and you’ll know that when I set my mind to something, I’m eventually going to do it and what I’m going to do is KICK YOUR ASS!”
DTR slides into the ring and is almost instantly set upon by Mike Lane and Jensen Cussen who begin stomping away at him.
“Enough! Enough of this for Christ sake!”
“They’re stomping the holy hell out of that man.”
“BUT WAIT A MINUTE! HERE COMES THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!”
The Master Chef slides straight into the ring as Errol Flint cowardly escapes under the bottom rope, watching as Chef Clotheslines Jensen Cussen to the outside and then nails Mike Lane with a MASSIVE HEAD SCISSORS! Lane pops back up and DTR Clotheslines him over the top rope and to the outside!
“HOLD ON A DAMN MINUTE!“
“Looks like Flint isn’t finished.”
As The System back up the entrance ramp, Flint continues.
“What did I just tell you?! I said that no-one bucks the system. You two might be facing off for the World Championship at CyberSLAM because these people c hose it.“
“LET’S GO RATTLESNAKE!”
“LET’S GO CHEF!”
The fans are on their feet in applause of that amazing match up for the Main Event of CyberSLAM.
“But tonight, I CHOOSE what happens. So let’s see how friendly you two are in the Main Event tonight when you compete in a No DQ Match for the World Heavyweight Championship!“
No-one can quite believe it as “Mr Scary” by Dokken hits again and The System head up the rampway, leaving DTR and MMC to square off, talking trash to each other as the segment comes to a close.
“Can you believe it? Flint just made a title match for tonight!”
“The fans aren’t going to have to wait until CyberSLAM for these two to get it on. The question is; who’ll be the Champion come the Pay Per View?”
BRODASALI VS. CRASH
The two newcomers both go full bore at one another. When two quick athletes go at it, the fans are the only winner and this match starts off no different. Brodasali goes for a clothesline to start, but CrAsH ducks right underneath him, rebounding off the opposite ropes. Brodasali hits the mat and Crash leaps over him, hitting the opposite ropes. Crash comes charging full bore, but the burned man leaps up bringing down his opponent with a Lou Thesz Press, laying in with several shots until the official forces the break. Brodasali gets to his feet to satisfy the ref, then lays in with a kick to the head. He goes to lock in an Anaconda Vice, but Crash is immediately into the ropes.
Trying to keep his opponent grounded, Brodasali satisfies the break and rushes back in with several strikes to Crash in the corner. Finally, the onslaught is stopped when Crash ducks under a big shot and turns the tables, laying in with various MMA-styled kicks. With Brodasali groggy, Crash places him on the top rope in a sitting position before backing up. The stuntman gets a run and leaps up onto the second rope as a springboard before leaping up onto the shoulders of Brodasali. HURRICANRANA! ONE…TWO… KICKOUT!!
Crash hits the ropes to follow up on the kickout, but Brodasali rolls out of the ring. Crash quickly hits the ropes to set up a dive, but Brodasali runs away causing Crash to run up the ropes, backflipping to a standing position just as Brodasali gets back into the ring. The two men share a nod of respect before going to a collar and elbow tie up. Brodasali gets the advantage, going to a waist lock from behind, forcing Crash into the corner before rolling back to his feet a couple feet behind him. Crash sees the charge coming, and astoundingly walks up the ropes to the top to backflip over the head of Brodasali. Brodasali runs full bore into the corner and is shocked by the gambit from Crash. The Daredevil grabs his opponent by the head and throws him down onto the mat before running into the corner and going up top. CRASH AND BURN! ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
NIPPING IT IN THE BUD
The office of The System backstage.
Errol Flint is stood by with both Mike Lane and Jensen Cussen, and after their earlier adventure in the ring tonight, one can only wonder what’s to come. With DTR and Marvellous Master Chef in the Main Event, there could be a destructive plan to destroy both men on the horizon.
“Now look gentlemen, I know there’s no bond between you two as yet. In fact I’m quite confident that if given the opportunity, you might kick each other’s asses. Flatline was difficult for all three of us and my decision to bring Jensen in after everything that happened was not one I took lightly.”
“He attacked you, he tricked us and then he showed up on your show and made a fool of us.”
Jensen doesn’t deny the accusations, if anything, he embraces them with a smile.
“I know that and that’s the kind of animosity we could do without. We’ll be a better and stronger unit once you two have worked out these problems in the middle of the ring. It’s unusual but I believe in tough love and at CyberSLAM, it’ll be Jensen Cussen vs. Mike Lane to get this out of the way. Whoever wins, wins and then it’s over, alright? If either of you come back from that match with a desire to sabotage or kick the others ass, I’ll fire you on the spot.”
The fans like that idea.
Mike and Jensen though – they aren’t so sure.
“I’ve seen cohesive units deteriorate because of animosity in the past. I’ve never seen someone tackle that head on before it rears its ugly head. I’m in, you’ve got it, let’s do it.”
He offers a hand out to Lane who sighs somewhat, accepting.
“OK, but I’m going to win Jensen. I’m going to beat you and take back what you stole from me for weeks with the American Capitalists. You can take that to the bank.”
The Phoenix walks off leaving Jensen to chuckle to himself, turning to Flint.
“That went well.”
“Can you believe it? Mike Lane vs. Jensen Cussen at CyberSLAM! They’ve just joined forces and already they’re fighting? This can’t bold well.”
“On the contrary, I think it is perfect. If they get all that animosity out of the way at CyberSLAM then no-one is going to come between The System. They’ll be unstoppable.”
COLT 45 VS. SMOKE
The bell sounds as these two competitors are ready for a fight. It starts off with Colt unleashing a fury of rights to the muscular Smoke but gets sent down with a left uppercut that sends him stumbling to the corner of the ring. Smoke goes for a running clothesline to the corner of the ring but Colt .45 moves out of the way and starts focusing on the leg of Smoke, stomping away on it. Smoke uses his massive strength to push Colt and as Colt comes charging in, Smoke ducks a clothesline, goes behind …ALASKAN GERMAN SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE!
It takes to the count of five before Colt begins to move and goes on the ring apron. Smoke goes over and decides it’s time to give another beating to The Smokin’ Gun. Colt grabs the neck of Smoke and catches Smoke’s throat across the top ring ropes! Smoke stumbles backwards as Colt enters the ring and unleashes a very devastating running big boot that sends Smoke down to the mat. Smoke gets back up, which surprises Colt some almost as quick as he fell but that doesn’t concern the Texan as he goes for The Heatshot. Smoke ducks and nails Colt with a belly to belly suplex!
Colt is down as Smoke covers. One! Two! KICKOUT! Both men get up but Smoke is a second faster as he grabs the incoming Smokin’ Gun, delivering the Daddy Slam. What an Olympic slam! Smoke with the cover. One … Two … THR – SHOULDER UP! As Colt stumbles to his feet, Smoke gears up for his finisher … CHUMP BUSTER! He covers! One! Two! THREE! What an impressive win over Colt as Smoke is just getting his career started in the OSW.
A PLEADING MOTHER
The darkness backstage, that’s where Mother lurks.
She’s waiting in the shadows for her ‘child’ Tyler Brooks, who she steps into the ring against tonight in Tag Team action. When Tyler finally arrives, her voice startles him.
“My child, wait…”
Tyler turns around to see her, surprised that he hadn’t spotted her earlier.
“Please don’t make me do this. I don’t want to fight you, my boy, I just want to love you.”
“You’re a sick fuck, you know that? You’re not my mother. My mother is dead.”
Her head bows in shame.
“Don’t shun me, just don’t.”
“Shun you? Tonight you’ll be lucky if I don’t kill you.”
Tyler steps up closer to her, getting in her face, unafraid of the repercussions.
“Your obsession with me is too much. I’m seeing you everywhere I look and enough is enough. Tonight it ends, do you understand me? It’s over.”
Mother raises her head and looks up at him.
“Have it your way, child but believe me when I say, Mother knows best.”
Both of them fake a smile before Tyler heads off in the direction of his locker room.
The office of Errol Flint backstage has finally seen Lane and Cussen leave it. With just the promoter left, it’s of no surprise when we see a furious Fate storm in.
Fate didn’t have a great Flatline and still shows the bloodied taped up wounds of being nailed to a cross in the backstage.
“We need to talk.”
His interruption and demeanour is that serious that Flint stops what he’s doing and pays attention immediately.
“Did you see what happened to me last week? I worked my ass off to get to the final four and Desmond Cross nailed me like Ron Jeremy.”
The crowd liked that, though Fate isn’t in the mood to fuck around.
“I’m not havin’ it. I want him in the ring at CyberSLAM. I want to kick his ass all over your pretty new arena, you understand me? Fate has spoken and you better provide me with all the right answers.”
By now Fate has slammed his hands on the desk and Flint, knowing the situation, stands up to appease him.
“You’ve got it. You know what? You and Cross were in that Fatal Four Way at Flatline, so it makes sense that you not only finish your unfinished business but you do so for the Number One Contendership to the World Heavyweight Title. I’ll give you the match but under one condition.”
“The fans vote on one three different match types. A Cross Match, A Buried Alive Match and a Casket Match.”
Mr. Inevitable smirks.
He nods in the direction of Flint and even shakes his hand. He’s pleased and why wouldn’t he be? Except when he exits and the door closes, a door behind Flint opens and out steps Desmond Cross.
“Thank you for helping with God’s work.”
“Are you going to tell me how you knew he’d come here? Or better yet, why you want those match types.”
Cross smiles sadistically with a hint of pure insanity.
“God told me would come…”
Errol looks at him in confusion.
“And those match types, well Fate needs to be redeemed in the eyes of his savior. Christ now flows within him and at CyberSLAM, I will take the final step in redeeming him for his sins.”
“I don’t like that at all. Desmond Cross nailed Fate to a wooden cross last week and that pretty much sent his title hopes up in flames. Now he wants to finish the job?”
“Well Fate is going willingly, Rick. It isn’t like Desmond is forcing him or anything. Errol gave him the choice and he took it.”
“He didn’t have all the facts.”
“Well he will soon.”
TYLER BOOKS AND CAPTAIN WILLY VS. JENSEN CUSSEN AND MOTHER
The bell rings and the tag team contest is under way. Jensen starts off in the ring with Willy. Jensen points in the direction of Tyler Brooks, a former IWF competitor. Willy however doesn’t take this lightly as he goes right after Jensen, not allowing the battle of the former IWF stars begin. Willy clothesline Jensen to the canvas. Jensen is up quick and he’s met with a backdrop once again sending him to the canvas.
Willy makes a quick stop at his corner and tags in Brooks who gets a nice pop as he comes in on fire, knocking Jensen down twice, before Jensen scurries into the corner, Mother is awaiting the tag. The ominous Mother gets into the ring and stares a whole through Tyler Brooks. In almost a stunned manner, Tyler comes closer to Mother only to be met by three stiff kicks to the legs and midsection. Tyler drops to his knees, Mother connects with a short angled DDT driving his head into the canvas. As he stays on the canvas, Mother gets to her knees over top of Tyler and strokes his hair, it’s her motherly instinct.
Willy gets into the ring charging right at Mother, knocking her to the canvas and Jensen comes in as well. The referee tries getting Jensen and Willy out of the ring. Jensen is able to slug Willy, sending him crashing to the canvas floor and Jensen continues, INFINITY RUSH!!! Jensen just stepped up and hit Infinity Rush on Tyler Brooks. Mother looks on as Jensen yells at her to end the match. With the unconscious Brooks out, Mother locks on the Maternal Instinct. The referee has no choice but to end the match as Tyler Brooks cannot respond. Jensen Cussen and Mother with the huge win here tonight.
UNITED STATES GLORY
We’re ringside after a commercial break with Rick Walker and Richard Roman when suddenly The French National Anthem begins to play. Both commentators look at each other in curiosity before turning their attentions to the entrance ramp.
Except no-one immediately shows up.
Instead of that and to the interest of the crowd, a red carpet is set up in the ring. With the anthem in flow, Professor Nickedemus Bordeaux comes strutting out from behind the curtain with a massive grin over his face.
“As if it was going to be anyone else.”
“I can’t wait to see what he’s got in store for us. It appears he’s bringing something out in a case.”
He twirls with his hands extended as the glitter sparkles in the spotlight! He undoes his Championship belt and raises it into the air, walking down to the ring and entering upon the red carpet, soaking in the boo’s.
“FROG! FROG! FROG! FROG! FROG! FROG! FROG!”
The anthem finally comes to a close but that only makes the crowds utter disdain for Professor Bordeaux even more obvious.
“Merci, Merci, I appreciate your applause very much.”
“He’s not getting any applause from these people.”
“ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!”
“Last week at Flatline, I successfully defended my Championship against a crétin known as Hayden Hardkore. As it turns out, I have successfully stopped him from irritating any of us any further with his stupid oogy boogy facial expressions and dances.”
The fans boo again. Last week at Flatline, Bordeaux put Hayden on the injured list in a bad way.
“Now as you can see, ahead of CyberSLAM, I have decided to celebrate my victoire in front of all of you – not that you deserve it. You see, every moment spent in this horrible country is bad enough, without representing you. I don’t want to be the United States Champion. I don’t want to defend the United States Championnat at CyberSLAM. I don’t want to sacrifice myself for ANY of you or your so called honor. ”
That sends in the crowd into a frenzy. What’s worse is that he doesn’t care and leans over the top rope to receive a trash can from the ring announcer. He places the trash can in the middle of the ring and holds the US title up into the air above it.
“This is what I think of your country. ”
Then he drops it. He drops the United States Championship in the trash. In.. the.. trash.
“WHAT THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE’S DOING?”
“As far as I can see it, he’s ditching US, Rick. Can you blame him? What have we done for the good Professor?”
“What have we done!? Are you serious? We’ve given him opportunity, a place to live and work, a Championship.”
“He earned all that.”
Meanwhile Bordeaux has reached into his case and pulled out a Championship belt decorated in French logo’s and symbols.
“No longer am I YOUR Champion, I am instead the Champion of France. The United States Championnat no longer exists, and I’d like to introduce to you the La Fierté de Championnat de France. ”
“YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!”
Suddenly the beautiful flow of O Fortuna hits and out from behind the curtain walks two men, holding it from each side as Lord Merriweather steps through with his arms in the air, seeking the fans immediate approval, which never comes.
“As if it couldn’t get worse.”
He turns his nose up in disgust at their boo’s and makes a purposeful walk to the ring, waiting for his two “men” to clean each ring step and then spread the ropes for his entry. Merriweather looks down at the red carpet in approval and receives a microphone from Paloma Ruiz.
Lord Richard Merriweather:
“Hold on a second sunshine, I don’t think so. Listen to me laddy, no-one is going to replace the United States Championship…”
The fans seem surprise, as does commentary.
Lord Richard Merriweather:
“….with a French Championship. Of course not, it would have to be the British Championship!”
“USA! USA! USA!”
“That son of a bitch! Was it too much to think he was going to defend our honor?”
“HA! Get a grip.”
Lord Richard Merriweather:
“It would appear that these cretinous little maggots wish to see us duke it out in the middle of the ring..”
Bordeaux puts his hands up as if to fight, only Merriweather has other ideas and that’s fine by the Professor who puts his hands down almost as soon as Richard waves it off.
Lord Richard Merriweather:
“And where as I have no desire to fulfil their petty fantasy’s, I would be amiss if I didn’t attempt to win that Championship and become the hero of Britain; a country as I’m sure you’ll agree, that is in need of a man of intelligence, integrity and honor.”
“Then so be it. At CyberSLAM, we shall put all these crasseux American’s to shame when we compete in a battle of countries – the way it should be; France vs. England.”
Merriweather nods as Bordeaux’s music hits and balloons starting falling from the sky with confetti. He raises the title in the air as Lord Merriweather looks on, the fans booing so loudly that the music can barely be heard.
“The fans chose Merriweather to face Bordeaux at CyberSLAM in the hopes they would destroy one another. I’m sure they wished to see one of them – likely Merriweather – no longer on this roster but it has backfired terribly.”
“And let’s not forget that if Lord Merriweather wins the Chamber tonight, he’ll be heading into that match as the All-Star Champion!”
DESMOND CROSS VS. MATT LENNOX
The match is underway and both men lockup in the center of the ring. Cross uses his size advantage to push Lennox back into the corner. Shoulder block from Cross. And now a flurry of fists. Right jab, right jab, left jab, right hook, BIG uppercut and Lennox is stunned. The official steps him to stop the fists, separating the two, but Cross will have none of it. He moves the official to the side AND THUMB TO THE EYE! Cross is blinded and Lennox takes advantage. Belly to belly suplex? YES! “The Incredible One” goes for the cover. ONE … TWO … and Cross will kick out!
Lennox wastes no time in heading to the corner. He mounts the middle turnbuckle and waits for Cross to get to his feet. He does. He turns! DIVING spear from Lennox and into another cover. ONE … TWO … THAT was close! Cross kicking out just in time. Matt Lennox does not stop there. Cross pulled to his feet. Lennox to the ropes. BIG BOOT from Desmond Cross and that may have broken Matt’s nose! Lennox stumbling backwards and now forwards and Cross HOISTS him onto his shoulder. Power slam coming up!! HE GOT IT!!
“Messiah’s Messenger” now goes for a cover of his own. ONE … TWO … AND Lennox was able to slip out just in time. Cross is questioning the official and LOOK OUT! Lennox with an arm bar submission hold!! He applied that out of nowhere and now Cross is in trouble!! BUT NO! Cross cinches down on the throat of Lennox! LIFTING HIM OFF THE CANVAS! CROSS with a choke slam!! A modified choke slam out of that arm bar! And now Desmond Cross stalks his opponent. Lennox fighting to get to his feet. And there’s Cross! “AMAZING GRACE”! “AMAZING GRACE!” Cross goes for the cover! ONE … TWO … THREE! “Messiah’s Messenger” pulls out the victory in this one. What a contest!
Whilst the ring has been cleared of Desmond Cross, a furious Matt Lennox gets back to his feet and demands a microphone from ringside.
“CUT THE MUSIC!”
He yells, demanding a stop to Cross’ exit tune.
“I’ve had enough of you people not taking me seriously! Tonight wasn’t a loss, it was a fluke, a mistake. Desmond Cross didn’t beat me fair and square and you people know it. I’m The Incredible One, I’m the one you love to hate, the most explosive, emphatic and incredible man on this roster.”
“WHOA WHOA WHOA!” suddenly shouts a voice from up high.
The camera pans up to see CRASH of all people, standing in amongst the crowd on the second tier.
“Did you just say that you’re the most explosive, emphatic and incredible athlete on this roster? YOU? Oh come on kiddo, your hair looks like it’s running away from your face. Do you know what you are? You’re BORING.”
“BORING! BORING! BORING!” chant along the fans as Lennox flips his shit in the ring.
“So boring in fact that I almost fell asleep during your speech. You see, I don’t have to give these Crashmasters a crash course in what kind of jackass you are – they can see that all on their own. What I will do though is prove to you and the world as a whole right now that there’s only one man on this roster entitled to call himself incredible and that’s me; The Daredevil Extreme, the Highlight-Reel Supreme. The One-Man-One-Take Great! You’re in CRASH-CITY now buddy! What’s my name?”
“CRASH!” yell the fans.
He suddenly runs and LEAPS FROM THE SECOND STORY TIER STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING RING, LANDING WITH A ROLL AND POPPING BACK TO HIS FEET! OH MY GOD!!
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!”
“I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE!”
CLOTHESLINE!! CLOTHESLINE!! MATT LENNOX CATCHES HIM WITH AN IMMEDIATE CLOTHESLINE THAT ALMOST TOOK HIM OUT OF HIS FUCKING BOOTS!
Crash landed on the canvas, rolled straight to his feet, turned around and walked into a vicious Clothesline by Matt Lennox. Matt grabs at him by the legs and turns him over.. THE INCREDIBLE LOCK!! HE HAS IT LOCKED IN!! Crash scrambles around the ring in agony as Lennox tortures him in the center of the ring, refusing to let him go. Referee’s rush out and finally pull him away, leaving Crash in a heap on the canvas.
“YOU’RE NOTHING!” he yells off microphone as the fans let him have it both barrels. “YOU’RE NOTHING!”
Matt finally exits the ring, heading to the backstage are as referee’s check on Crash.
“That son of a bitch! What the hell is Lennox playing at? That was uncalled for!”
“Wait, you mean after Crash just made him to be a fool – that was uncalled for? I don’t think so. Lennox just put himself right back on the map with that one.”
PILLAGIN’ AND PLUNDERIN’
It could be argued that Matthew Cories should be preparing for his Champion v. Champion match with Professor Bordeaux later tonight but instead, he’s watching an episode of Saved By The Bell in his locker room.
“Later tonight Matthew Cories faces Professor Bordeaux and it looks like he has an unorthodox method of preparation.”
“He’s an idiot. Speaking of idiots, what’s he doing there?”
The door has by now been opened slightly and in creeps Captain One-Eyed Willy of all people. He reaches out and snatches the Hardcore Championship from inside the locker, turning around to slowly creep out.
“HE’S BEHIND YOU!” chant most of the fans, followed by the traditional pantomime response. “OH NO HE’S NOT!”
Willy makes it to the door and runs for it.
WHACK!! WHAT A KICK! THAT’S… WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, THAT’S JASON DAVID FRANK AND HE JUST CLEANED WILLY’S CLOCK.
Cories jumps to his feet hearing the commotion to see Jason David Frank holding the Hardcore Championship and walking towards him. Matt looks down at the unconscious Willy who hasn’t moved since being kicked, his attempt at stealing the belt stopped by the former Power Ranger.
“Is that who I think it is?”
“What’s he doing here?”
Jason David Frank:
“Hey kid, missing something?”
The Hardcore Champion doesn’t know what to say as Frank hands him the belt back.
“Thanks man. I uh, I…”
Jason David Frank:
“It’s all good. Goodluck tonight, okay?”
Frank takes his leave, leaving Matthew to survey the damage done to Willy with a smile.
That was one sure fire surprise.
The medical office backstage isn’t exactly the world’s most greatest care centre.
It’s quite literally a room with a bed and that’s where poor Brent Kersh lays unconscious. The medical team of two are attaching him to a drip in hopes of combating his dehydration but it would appear that they aren’t alone.
Then it’s dark.
The medical staff wisely run for the door, frantically grabbing at the handle .
“Quick! Get out.”
“They can’t Rick, it’s locked!”
Then the lights return and Scarecrow stands there, arms out and in position. They try their best to cower but he’s seen them. He sparks into life and grabs one, throwing them against a cabinet down low, almost instantly knocking him out. The other bravely tries a right hand, but that’s blocked and he’s sent HEAD FIRST THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW OF THE DOOR! JESUS CHRIST.
“Kersh is alone in there with The Scarecrow. He’s helpless damnit.”
“And those staff members are out of it, they’re done, they’re in the land of fluffy bunnies!”
Whilst the fans murmur amongst themselves with nerves, nothing happens.
The Scarecrow doesn’t strike. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t fight, he doesn’t do anything. Instead he becomes perched behind Kersh, his head pointed down at The Enforcer..
“That’s just creepy. If Scarecrow isn’t going to hurt Brent then what’s he doing? These two are both in the Chamber tonight and by God, I really don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“It gets freakier by the week!”
FATE VS. RICK MAD
The bell has sounded and Rick Mad closes in, but what in the world is Fate doing? He ducks between the ropes and the official holds Mad back? Fate looking up at the rafters! What is he? LOOK out Mad denies the official’s request and he’s pounding away on Fate in the corner. Fists to the skull followed by a shoulder block AND again. Snap suplex coming up AND HE NAILED IT! Mad back to his feet and measuring Fate now. Backing up into the corner. Fate working to his feet. He’s up! RUNNING drop kick from Rick Mad and Fate is right back down!!
Rick making the cover. ONE … but that’s all he gets. He’s not ready to stop there though. Fate brought back to his feet. JAW BREAKER from Fate and that one had to hurt. Mad down on the ground Fate is … on a knee! What is he? Is he praying? Fate is shaking his head and it looks like he’s really dealing with something mentally here tonight. Mad is back up and back at it. FateCATCHES him with a big right hand to the midsection. Fate to his feet and… piledriver COMING UP! Perfect execution there by Fate and he makes the cover. ONE … TWO … Mad kicks out on the count of two.
This is unbelievable. Fate pulling Mad to his feet and Fate glancing upward again!! Irish whip to follow. Mad to the ropes and back off! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! That one nearly took Fate’s head off and Mad goes for the quick cover. ONE … TWO … NO! Fate is able to kick out just in time! He’s still in trouble though. Rick Mad pulling him to his feet. He’s calling for it! The “MAD DDT”! NO!Fate blocks it! And now… “ADVERSITY”! Double-Knee Facebuster and Mad goes down. Fate with the cover. ONE … TWO … THREE!He pulls out the victory, but in very questionable fashion! And now he’s looking up skyward again! What in the world is going on with Fate?
THE TWO AMIGOS
The locker room area backstage.
DTR has had it tough in the past week, finding himself on the receiving end of two beat downs by The System. He’s wrapping his hands ahead of a Main Event tonight in which he squares of with Marvellous Master Chef for the World Heavyweight Championship – that is until The Champion enters.
Everything then comes to a halt.
Marvellous Master Chef:
“You know that I’ve no love lost for you amigo, but I’m not going to lie down like a perro and what they did to make last week.”
“I didn’t think you came to help me out.”
On the contrary, apparently Chef did.
Marvellous Master Chef:
“It’s not like that at all patron. I don’t like you, you don’t like me but we have a mutual enemy that we both think are a piece of shit..”
Marvellous Master Chef:
“Si, correcto. So when it comes to that, we’re on the same side.”
The Rattlesnake nods in agreement but then points to the World Championship.
But when it comes to that, we’re not. I’m coming for the belt tonight and at CyberSLAM, regardless of what happens here, it’s coming back with me.”
MMC chuckles to himself at the idea of DTR taking his prized possession. He looks at the belt across his shoulder and smiles.
Marvellous Master Chef:
“Goodluck tonight, amigo..”
DTR doesn’t respond, instead continuing where he left off and wrapping his hands as Marvellous Master Chef walks off and exits the locker room.
PROFESSOR BORDEAUX VS. MATTHEW CORIES
The bell rings and the two champions get right to it. Quickly the two men meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading punches. A right from Bordeaux, a left from Cories, right, left, right, right, left, left, left, left! Cories is getting the upper hand by delivering those blows to Professor Bordeaux, who is whipped into the ropes! No, reversal, it’s Cories who bounces off the ropes and returns with a big clothesline, taking the United States Champion down! Bordeaux rises swiftly to his feet, and is nailed by another running clothesline! Cories begins to lock Bordeaux into a half boston crab, but the Professor wisely spins around and kicks Cories right in the chin! Bordeaux stands up, he springboards off of the middle rope, FUCKING SPRINGBOARD DDT!!!Bordeaux makes the cover!
One… Two… Cories kicks out, the hardcore champion showing his grit. Now it’s Professor Bordeaux who is firmly in control. He delivers stops to the Hardcore Champ all the while Cories fights to stand to his feet. Only once he does so, YAKUZA KICK!! God dayumn the impact! Another cover! One…Two… powerful kickout by Cories!!! Cories leaps to his feet, surprising considering the move he was just hit by, and meets Bordeaux with a slap right across the kisser!
“FUCK YOU MR. BELDING!!!” Cories yells, and hits him with a high knee to the face! Bordeaux staggers backward! POWERSLAM BY THE HARDCORE CHAMPION!!! HE MAKES THE COVER!!! One… Two… NO!!! SMALL CRADLE ROLL UP REVERSAL BY THE PROFESSOR!! ONE! CORRIES IS KICKING LIKE A MAD MAN BUT HE CAN’T ESCAPE!!! TWO!!! THRE–HE KICKS OUT!!! HE KICKS OUT JUST IN THE NICHE OF TIME!!! Bordeaux stands up, AND OH MY FUCKING GOD CORIES HITS THE CHUMBAWUMBA OUT OF NOWHERE!!! HOLY SHIT!!! CORIES NOW MAKES THE COVER HIMSELF!!!ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!!!!!“Go Green Ranger Go!” hits the speakers as Cories shows that tonight he is the greater of the two champions. The referee hands him his championship as he smiles and lifts his arm in the air, proud of his victory.
CHUMP BUSTIN TOUR 2015
The towering figure of Smoke looks rather menacing if it wasn’t for the pearly white smile plastered across his face. It would appear the fans have taken a liking to him because when the footage rolls, they pop. With his trademark glasses on, he’s ready to make a statement.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Chump Bustin’ Tour 2015!”
“CHUMP BUSTER! CHUMP BUSTER! CHUMP BUSTER!”
“We kicked the tour off tonight with Colt .45 but don’t be fooled, The Bad News Bear won’t be stopping there. There’s plenty of chumps here in the OSW that stand between me and making The School Yard mine. That’s why I’m putting an open challenge out there for CyberSLAM. If any chump on this roster wants a piece of the Baddest asset then all they have to do is find me and make it known.”
His attention is suddenly taken from the camera because across from him has stepped fellow newcomer Brodasali. The horrifically scarred wrestler also made his debut tonight.
“Chump? I can’t help you there but if you want a fight at the grand stage, I’m your man.”
“If there’s one thing I came here to do; that’s fight. I saw you in the ring tonight and that was an impressive debut match but I can assure you that unlike .45, I’m no chump.”
“Hold your horses man. How about you let our match at CyberSLAM decide that, huh? If you want a fight, you’ve got one, but let’s make this a little interesting shall we? You claim you’re not a chump but The Chump Buster is going to need a little more proof than that. So at CyberSLAM, let’s have the fans decide our match. It can be a Street Fight, a Cage Match or a Last Man Standing match.’”
Brodasali thinks about it and listens out for the fans who encourage him to accept with a cheer.
“You’ve got a match.”
He offers a handshake that Smoke accepts, only Smoke pulls him closer.
“Win or lose, chump bustin’ is what I do! You just remember that.”
“Don’t worry kid, I get a rush from the rage.”
Both men shake hands and smile, before heading off in their own separate directions.
“That’s sickening. Not one of them socked the other in the mouth? What kind of match is that going to be?”
“You’re looking at a guy the size of a house and a man with such facial burns that you can only imagine his pain threshold. Their match at CyberSLAM is going to violent, it’s going to be a match we’ll not forget in a hurry – that much I’m positive.”
After all the entrances, the one no-one expected to hear was Brent Kersh. The Enforcer somehow stumbled out for his match looking much worse for wear than he should’ve. Anyway, here we are, the Elimination Chamber for the All-Star Championship and kicking this thing off is Marcus X and Mike Lane. Both men head straight to work, Marcus taking Lane to the corner and pummelling away at him as the other four participants watch on from their cells. X takes him away and into a DDT, covering as quickly as he can. One… Kick Out! Lane kicks out with authority and Marcus has him back to his feet, only to receive a kick to the gut for his trouble and a Snap Suplex! The Phoenix see’s that the countdown timer hits 0 and pops up to see the next Chamber entrant.
The lights flash around and suddenly the entire arena goes dark. When the lights return, SCARECROW IS INSIDE BRENT KERSH’ CELL!!! He pummels the holy hell out of him, smashing him face first into the glass multiple times before he falls, then crouching over him to pummel away like a terrifying monster possessed. The fans are booing like crazy as the lights go off once again. When they return, THE SCARECROW AND BRENT KERSH ARE GONE!! Lane meanwhile has been caught by Marcus X inside the ring andTHE BLACKOUT! NO! LANE ELBOWS OUT.. PUSHING HIM AWAY AND SHADOW KICK! LEAPING SUPERKICK TO MARCUS X! Lane covers… One….. Two…. Three!!
The Phoenix eliminates The Freedom Fighter just as the buzzer goes as Isaiah Black enters the ring. The commentators are frantically trying to figure out what happened to Kersh and Scarecrow from inside a locked Chamber Cell as Black storms the ring and catches Lane with a Clothesline. He picks him straight up and slaps at him with chops, right hands and a kick to the gut, hitting the ropes and GIANT LARIAT THAT SENDS MIKE OVER ONTO THE STEEL! Black follows him, bouncing his skull off the steel and then climbing the cell. The fans are on their feet as Black ends up on top of a pod and LEAPS WITH AN ELBOW DROP THE STEEL FLOOR! HE GOT IT! HE GOT ALL OF IT!! JESUS CHRIST!
The Buzzer goes and here comes Merriweather though, that weasel picking up the pieces. He storms over to Mike Lane and covers… One…. Two… Three! Mike Lane has been eliminated! The All-Star Championship is now down to these two men with Kersh and Scarecrow missing. Merriweather now hops into the cover on a broken Black.. One…. TWO…. NOT LIKE THIS… THREE!! NO!!! BLACK KICKS OUT! HOW DID HE DO THAT!? Lord can’t believe it and shuffles off of The Grim, who slowly gets back to his feet with a sadistic smile on his face.
Lord Merriweather is about to get beaten like a red headed step child! He scoots away on his ass, begging off as The Grim approaches, grabbing him by the neck and dragging him to his feet. He runs him across the ring and straight into the steel mesh, throwing him over the top rope and bouncing him off the cell. Black isn’t done there though and reaches down, beating the holy hell out of Merriweather until he can longer remain conscious. The fans may not like Isaiah but they’re loving this. Isaiah pulls a limp Merriweather back to his feet and STRAIGHT INTO THE AIR!! TERMINATION!! HEAD DROP BRAINBUSTTTTEEERRRR!!! BEAUTIFUL! He covers, not even hooking a leg… One…. Two… Three!! We have a new and first ever All-Star Champion! Black stands up and nonchalantly takes the title from the referee, dragging it along the ground as he exits the chamber without a care in the world.
Standing there in the middle of the chamber, soaking in the boo’s is Isaiah Black – his newly won All-Star Championship hanging from his hand and touching the canvas. He thought he was alone and turned to exit when stood before him, eying up the title is none other than Marcus X.
“You want this?” he mouths off microphone to X who stands, unafraid to move, staring right back at the Champion.
Suddenly Black strikes, hitting Marcus with a right hand that knocks spit from his mouth with such velocity that the fans are on their feet. The Freedom Fighter comes right back, nailing Isaiah with a shot of his own and the fight is on, both of them trading right and left hands!
“It looks like Marcus isn’t happy with the new Champion.”
“THE BLACKOUT! NO!! BLACK ELBOWS OUT…”
“RUNNING KNEE! RUNNING KNEE BY BLACK!”
“THE GRAND LEVELLER!”
X hits the canvas with a thud and The Champion rolls straight over to him, pounding away at him like a mad man UNTIL HERE COMES COLT .45!! “Big Gun” hits and the fans are on their feet as Colt storms the entrance ramp and enters The Chamber. Black is straight back to his feet and ducks the Clothesline attempt, leaping into the air with THE HEADSHOT!! SUPERMAN PUNCH TO THE ALL-STAR CHAMPION!
“HOLY CRAP! WHAT A PUNCH TO THE HEAD!”
“WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING DOWN HERE?”
Colt picks up the All-Star Championship and raises it above his head to a standing ovation – except he’s not alone becauseTHERE’S RICK MAD! MAD DDT! MAD DDT TO COLT 45! WHAT THE HELL!!
Mad had entered the Chamber whilst the commotion was taking place and no-one had even noticed his arrival through the audience!
Rick Mad pops back up to his feet and looks down at the title, pointing to it and then his waist as the fans are on their feet.
“All three of those men have just staked their claim for a shot at the All-Star Championship and whether Black likes it or not, he’s a marked man.”
“They can’t all get a shot can they?”
NOT AS IT SEEMS
“Ladies and Gentlemen , I’m being told that after those amazing in ring scenes, we have to head to the backstage area.”
“What’s going on?”
“I have no idea.”
There’s screaming, shouting and a ruckus backstage as our cameras reach the action as quickly as possible.
Staff are running in the opposite direction as we finally arrive to see Brent Kersh dragging The Scarecrow across the ground towards the exit.
“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING!? IS HE MAD!?”
“WHERE’S HE TRYING TO TAKE HIM?”
“I thought Scarecrow or Pitchfork might have taken Brent, not Brent having taken Scarecrow. What the hell is going on here?”
Suddenly the lights backstage flicker before finally shutting off.
“THAT can’t be good!”
When they return, Brent Kersh is alone, looking around him as if to ask what the hell just happened.
The Scarecrow is gone.
“Where is he? He was just there and now he’s not.”
“Mind games? Could this be mind games? Who took who from the Chamber?”
“YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!? YOU THINK I’M JUST GOING TO LET YOU TAKE ME!!”
“He fought back!! After everything he’s been through – that valiant son of a bitch fought back again!”
“This is insane.”
Brent suddenly falls back towards the wall having lost all energy he had left. EMT’s rush into the scene, checking on him as we cut back to the ringside area, where Rick Walker and Richard Roman look on surprised.
DTR VS. MASTER CHEF
“Well folks, after one hell of a show, we’re ready for our Main Event and if you didn’t see what happened earlier then let me explain. Jensen Cussen and Mike Lane attacked DTR and quite surprisingly, our World Champion Marvellous Master Chef made the save.”
“I can’t believe he would stoop so low as to help out DTR like that. What was he thinking?”
“He’s going to pay the price for that though Double R because tonight, Errol Flint decided to make the Main Event a World Heavyweight Championship Match.”
“And I for one am glad he has. Master Chef needs to focus on himself and his belt, not The System’s business with DTR.”
“The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a No Disqualification Match for the OSW World Heavyweight Championship!”
The opening riff from ‘Open Your Eyes’ blares throughout the arena, the lights strobe along to the music.
“Introducing first, the challenger from Ogdensberg New York, weighing in at 220lbs.. DAVE… THE… RATTLESNAKE!”
Dave steps out from behind the curtain with his arms extended and moves down the ramp in a fast motion, slapping hands with the fans as they go.
“A great ovation here from the fans for DTR, who I know for a fact have waited to see him hold a World Title since the IWF. Could tonight be his night?”
“Hold up, let’s be realistic here. MMC may of made a rookie mistake in helping this idiot out but he’s still the Champion. He’s still the best on our roster, let’s not forget that.”
“And now, from parts unknown, Latin America, weighing in at 225lbs.. he is the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION and Leader of the Luncha Underground… MARVELLOUS.. MASTER… CHEF!”
The hyped up beginning of Lil Wayne’s Watch My Shoes kicks off, the legendary rapper spitting game immediately, working the crowd into an immediate stir. Pyrotechnics fire off as Marvellous Master Chef steps out from the back with a skillet in one hand, a middle finger lifted by the other and the World Title on his shoulder.
“The fans really don’t know what to make of him, do they?”
“Who cares what they think?”
He lays the skillet down on the entrance ramp and humps it for a bit, before picking it up and running to the ring. After sliding under the ropes, he forfeits the skillet to the referee and waits in his corner for the opening bell.
The bell sounds and after that earlier display of kindness by Chef, DTR extends a hand to the favour of the crowd that the Champion excepts. Roman can’t help but roll his eyes at ringside but both men lock up, Master Chef sliding in underneath him and connecting with a few stiff forearms to the back. He then throws him straight over the top and heads to the outside, making the most of the No DQ stipulation. Chef attempts to bounce DTR off the steel steps but he blocks it, sending him instead. They brawl up the entrance ramp with right and left hands before going through the curtains to the backstage. The Rattlesnake slams Chef into a locker room door and nails him with a DDT on the concrete, going for the cover straight after.. One… Two.. Kick Out!
Both men are shortly back to their feet, The Champion battling back into the match with stiff shots to the stomach. He and DTR fight into the canteen, Chef throwing DTR across a table full of food and then picking up a nibble, tasting it and spitting it out in disgust. The Champ grabs a steel serving tray, wrapping it across the head of the challenger and then dropping into a cover of his own. One… Two.. Kick Out! The fans are loving the action as Master Chef drags The Rattlesnake back towards the ring and eventually through the curtain, bouncing him straight into the Afterburn set for good measure.
By now they’re heading back towards the ring and onto the ring apron, where Master Chef Hip Tosses DTR over the top rope and into the ring. He then leaps straight onto the top rope and into an incredible Diving Head Scissors as The Rattlesnake gets back to his feet. Another cover.. One… Two.. THREE! Kick Out! A near fall and this one continues. Suddenly, here comes ERROL FLINT, JENSEN CUSSEN AND MIKE LANE! All three surround the ring as Master Chef and DTR get back to their feet, going back to back and ready to fight. Errol slides the World Championship into the ring and suddenly they all hop onto the ring apron. DTR runs across and swings for Flint who drops down as Master Chef grabs the title. Cussen is now in and WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT TO THE SKULL OF DTR!! WHAT THE FUCK!! MARVELLOUS MASTER CHEF JUST FEIGNED AS IF HE WAS GOING TO HIT JENSEN AND HIT DTR INSTEAD! THAT TRAITOROUS LITTLE BASTARD!!
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” roar the fans who’re on their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs as The Luncha Underground leader places a foot on the chest of The Rattlesnake and demands the referee count. The referee – who understandably remains shocked, has no idea what to do until Jensen throws him down there to make the count. One…. Two…. Three! The bell sounds and Marvellous Master Chef retains, apparently with a little help from his friends.
The intensity of the crowds hatred is far worse than could ever be described.
There’s cans, cups and wrappers being thrown into the ring as The World Heavyweight Champion is flanked by both Jensen Cussen and Mike Lane. Errol Flint joins them in the ring to survey the carnage as Marvellous Master Chef raises his Championship high into the air.
“This is disgusting! I can’t believe it. Chef has joined The System and pulled the wool over all of our eyes. That traitorous little bastard showed his true colours here tonight and by God, they aren’t green, they’re yellow!”
Meanwhile DTR lays unconscious having been screwed.
Was this planned all along? When did Marvellous Master Chef decide to join The System and who the hell is going to explain this to DTR when he wakes up? If Jensen Cussen wants The Virus, well he, Chef and Lane might just get him. There’s going to be hell to pay folks, pure and utter hell to pay.”
Afterburn fades off the air with The System standing tall, the World Heavyweight Championship being risen high into the air by MMC whilst DTR lays unconscious at his feet.