THE INFECTION
THE FAMILY HOME
“She isn’t here, is she?” [A creaking voice says from behind the angry pair. It belongs to DTR, who holds his neck in agony after that brutal NKO last week.] “They took her, boys. They took her, just like I thought they would.”
[Both of their heads swivel around, their eyes widened, and their frustration clear.]“I knew they’d come for us, after what we did,” [He explains callously.] “And I left her here as bait.”
[Neither member of the Family knows how to react. Whatever hold he has over them, they’re docile.]“But she, like you, is infected. Wherever he takes her, and whatever he does with her, she belongs to us. She’s family.”
[A sadistic smile is slowly etched across the face of The Virus, who grabs Phoenix and Cussen by their heads, bringing them to his.]“And from the inside out, she’ll destroy them for us.”
[He laughs, a sickening, vile laugh, before the scene becomes overtaken with black veins, taking us to pitch black.]LUX BELLATOR VS. KING ROYAL
BARBED WIRE ROPES
THE TRIAL OF SOLOMON RHODES
RINGSIDE
“Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them. The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books. Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire.”
[He pauses. The arena silent as the crowd digest the passage from Revelations.]“Solomon Timothy Rhodes… The time of your judgement is nigh. Reveal yourself and defend your sins under the light of the Almighty.”
[A long pregnant pause. Then… ‘Bliss’ by Eric Whitacre plays and Lazarus appears. He does not speak as he descends the stairs towards the ring. A glare at his once brother never leaves his eye.]“Do you have anything you wish to repent?”
[Lazarus merely glares.]“I have served the Lord faithfully. Ordo ab Chao. I repent my sins to the Lord, a Lord that you no longer serve.”
[In contrast to the glare on Lazarus’s face, Lux Bellator smiles.]“Then the book of life will be opened and you will be judged according to what you have done – both as Lazarus and as Solomon.”
[Lux paces away from Lazarus, the spotlight following him as a second spotlight illuminates Lazarus.]“You are charged with the sin of pride. A pride that has seen you prepare the way for your own selfish agenda.” [Lazarus raises his microphone to speak but Lux cuts him off] “At the expense of the Lord’s will! You surround yourself with sinners and heathens, accolades and victories have become more important to you than righteousness and holiness. Do you deny these charges?”
“I will not justify myself to hypocrites. I stand before the Lord only, I serve him faithfully.”
[Bellator shakes his head.]“Evil always believes it is doing good. It has become clear that despite your claims to be reborn into the image of God, that you are the same man you have always been. Solomon. As such, you will be judged for your actions in your so-called past life.
Each man judged for the seeds he sowed. As Solomon, you sowed hatred, blasphemy and condemnation. You have conducted sins almost unmentionable, all in the name of the Lord… Going so far as to compare yourself to God himself as an Ark of Salvation. In your heart, you wanted to see me suffer, turning my own Father against me to his ultimate demise.
Father Pedro El Salvador’s blood is on your hands, and it darkens your soul. Under the light of judgement, your sins are exposed… Solomon.”
[Lazarus steps forward, drawing closer to Lux with rage in his eyes.]“I am NOT the same man I once was. That man deserved his demise, just as I deserved to rise from the ashes. Something GOOD came of the Father’s death, not more wickedness. Can’t you see that; or are you truly blind?”
[The pair stand face to face, toe to toe. Eyeball to eyeball. It is Lux that speaks.]“The Lord finds you wanting. Unrepentant and pride clouding your soul – what’s more, you have sinned in the name of the Lord. A sin most unforgivable. Lazarus is dead to me. All that remains is Solomon, and Solomon Rhodes receives no pardon.
The Lord has spoken unto me, the judge’s sentence passed down. As jury, I am unanimous in my decision. The consequences for sin is death… Of everything you hold dear.”
[Lux clasps his fists and the lights black out. Darkness. Judgement.]PAINKILLER VS. JACK JECKEL
I QUIT MATCH
“Fu-“*Twhack!*“Fuck you, you dumb bitch!”
[PK gets ready to hit the juggalo with the mike, but gets a HARD headbutt in the nose for his efforts. He backs off as Jack kips up back to his feet! This clown’s on fire! Huxley’s main attraction rushes towards the Boogeyman AND GETS A BOTTLE IN THE HEAD! The living dead is dazed as he GETS ANOTHER BOTTLE IN THE HEAD! Painkiller’s on a knee-A THIRD BOTTLE IN THE HEAD! HOLY FUCK, GIVE THAT CUSTOMER AN OSW CONTRACT!] [Jack, incensed, kicks the star attraction over to his stomach. He seems to be signalling for the end as he interlocks his legs and pulling his arms back. The Echo Side is locked in! He’s pulling his arms back as hard as he can! Painkiller doesn’t react to this, but he’s clearly trying to wriggle his way out of the hold. Jack yells for the referee to pick up the mike and ask him, which he does.]“Do you quit?”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.”
[Jack didn’t like the sounds of that! He lifts his foot up and-PAINKILLER PULLS HIM INTO THE TABLE! HE HITS IT TEETH FIRST! Jack clutches his mouth as he falls to the floor. This gives Painkiller enough time to choke him out! Now the boogeyman has both arms around Painkillers arm, allowing us to view his bloody mouth.] [Before the referee can even ask if he’ll quit, Painkiller pulls him up up to his feet for THE DEATH RATTLE! THOSE HEADBUTTS HAVE BUSTED BOTH WRESTLERS OPEN AND PK SHOWS NO SIGNS OF STOPPING! The referee tries to ask Jack if he wants to give, but there’s no way the boogeyman can respond! THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL! HE’S UNCONSCIOUS! PK’S HARD HEAD RENDERED HIM UNCONSCIOUS!] [Huxley’s star attraction drops Jack to the floor as his hand gets raised by referee! This fight was a bloodbath from beginning to end, but Painkiller end up walking home with the victory here tonight!]PUZZLE PIECES
RINGSIDE
“Somehow, someway, we always find ourselves in this situation, don’t we Jackie?” [Jake asks as Jack’s eyes narrow from the decrease in light.]
“Yeah, there’s about to be an ass whooping go down.” [Jack responds.] [Jake gets off the wall to get up in his brother’s face. The smirk stays plastered to his face though. The tension is thick between them, years of failed brotherhood rising up.]
“Tell you what, bro.” [Jake says, clapping his brother on the shoulder.] “You can watch what I do out here in a minute, and then we’ll see about somebody getting their ass beat.”
[Jack snorts in defiance, squaring up to Jake, but the Juggalo King backs away as it seems that his time has come to enter the Tap Room.]“Maybe next time, Jack.”
[Jake’s final words echo in the small room as Jake heads out into the arena. Jack watches him go with a scowl on his face before turning around to walk away.] [Darkness.] [BZZT!] [That sound signifies the entrance of Mother, who now stands before Jack.] [She is not happy.]“My children are not to be used.”
[Jack holds up his hands.]“What are you talking ab…”
[MOTHER NAILS JACK! The Boogieman is knocked back up against the concrete wall by the Mother of All, who pounces on his prone form with fervor.]“Didn’t anyone tell you,” [Mother says as she claws at the face of Jeckel.] “that you can’t lie to Mother.”
[The scene of Jack getting his ass kicked is quickly cut away from to the ring where Jake Jeckel has a match to wrestle.]JAKE JECKEL VS. LAZARUS
CHEMICAL WARFARE
ALL FIT TOGETHER
RINGSIDE
“What the fuck?” [Jake yells.] [Before the entire arena stands Mother, holding Jack Jeckel’s prone form up by the hair. She sneers down at the fallen clown, throwing his body down the ground. He seems worse for wear after the attack that began prior to the last match and likely lasted throughout its duration. He crawls up the aisle to where Jake has walked out to kneel by his brother.]
“You got what you wanted.” [Mother begins, barely restrained rage behind her words.] “You will get your title shot. You both will.”
[Jack seems to say something to Jake, which causes the Juggalo to rise to his feet with his smirk back on his face.]“Yeah, we will.” [Jake says, practically mocking Mother.] “And your dumb ass fell for it.”
[She takes a step forward in anger, but Jake isn’t done.]“See, I take what I want. But you never go in blindly.” [Jake begins, practically salivating in victory.] “After the last time me and Jackie went after each other, we decided we could get a hell of a lot more if we joined forces. Cause we’re brothers. We may try to kill each other, but fuck everybody else out there. I know we’re blood.”
[Jack has risen to his feet, rather shakily. He shares his brother’s glee. The Boogieman takes his turn to speak now.]“And so we decided that the best way to get at your title was through your fucking children.” [The brothers share a glance and smirk.] “And it fucking worked. You bought the whole thing, hook, line, and sinker. And now after we take you and the Crow out, we get to see who the better brother is and who gets to hold that Rewind Championship.”
[Mother shakes her head. It’s a subtle expression, but it silences the whole arena with its finality.]“You used my children.” [She begins.] “Long have I beheld people like you. Long have I brought them into my home. Long have I dashed their dreams. You will not take what is mine, yet I will take what belongs to me.”
[She holds up her spindly fingers to crush them together with force.]“Your souls.”
[With that, the Jeckels shrug at one another and begin to advance on Mother.] [Darkness. A fluttering of crows.] [SCARECROW IS HERE! HAYMAKER TO JACK! HAYMAKER TO JAKE!]“You’re my prey.” [Scarecrow says as he turns to face Mother, who is jonesing for a fight.] [The two take a moment to look one another up and down. The Hay Man nods up towards the ring.]
“But not tonight.” [Scarecrow says, seemingly holding back for some strange reason.] “Your fate will be decided in one week…”
[Mother steps up to Crow, unafraid.]“As will yours, motherless and accursed.”
[Crow snorts as he turns away to head to the ring.]“As will your children be left motherless.”
[Scarecrow goes to the ring to await the next match, where he will team with Mother.] [Why didn’t Scarecrow go after Mother tonight?] [What the hell are the Jeckel’s going to do with two monsters?] [And will VHS Tape Over be able to survive these four forces meeting in the middle of the ring for the Rewind Championship?]SCARECROW & MOTHER VS. ETHAN EARHART & SERGEI SOKOLOV
TAG TEAM MATCH
WHAT YOU HOLD DEAR
BACKSTAGE
“Lazarus? Lazarus?”
[Lazarus soon makes himself known to the worker, who has a worried look on his face.]“You need to come and see this.”
[With that, he darts off again, expecting Lazarus to follow – which he does, albeit slightly confused. He leads Lazarus down a hallway and into an office space, where a wall mounted TV is playing out a ‘Breaking News’ bulletin. Lazarus enters just as the reporter is getting to the crunch of the report.]“… The information is still unclear but it looks like the underground of the building was used for some type of church or temple. It is not yet confirmed how the fire began but reports indicate that a kerosene torch was found behind what looked like a makeshift altar. Whether or not this is an accident or arson is yet to be determined…”
[Lazarus drops to his knees. Before him, in the helicopter and ground images upon the screen, the smouldering remains of his temple. Gone. Up in smoke. The news reporter chimes in once more.]“From within the rubble, a bible has been recovered, burnt almost beyond recognition with the exception of a single page containing John 15, Verse 6 – If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned.”
[Lazarus looks up at the screen once more, the sense of loss in his eyes and clenching his fists tightly. He stands, grabbing the TV and wrenching it from the wall, the news report cut short as the screen smashes onto the ground.]PIECE BY PIECE
BACKSTAGE
“The crazy man thinks it is funny to taunt-”
[THE DOOR SLAMS ONTO SERGEI’S HAND! Sokolov stumbles back while holding his bruised hand, getting blindsided by a massive boot to the gut by Ethan Earhart! The Immortal lifts Sergei overhead and delivers a massive powerbomb to the Russian! Sergei looks up but Earhart leaps onto him, nailing him with a hard right!]“You thought it was smart to ruin my research? I was so close to my goal, it was just within my grasp! But because of you, I need to start all over. However, not all is lost…”
[Earhart reaches into his coat and pulls out…] [A pair of pliers.] [Sergei struggles against Earhart, forcefully trying to throw him off of himself! Ethan holds on, smacking Sergei with the pliers and forcing his mouth open!]“You ruined my materials, my ingredients from perfect specimens! But I won’t be deterred!”
[He strikes again with pliers!]“You’ll be the substitute for everything you’ve destroyed!”
[He forces the pliers into Sergei’s mouth and grips a tooth!]“Even if I have to do it-”
[He pulls on the tooth!]“Piece.”
[Pull!]“By.”
[Pull!]“Piece!”
[ETHAN RIPS THE TOOTH FROM SERGEI’S MOUTH! He quickly flees with his new ‘ingredient’ in hand, Sokolov forcing his way to his feet and watching as Earhart runs away.] [Sergei watches, enraged. He spits the blood from his mouth, as though the pain doesn’t faze him.]“You can run, mad man. But Sergei will find you. He will find your new lab.”
[He bears his teeth, blood dripping from where one was ripped out.]“And he will crush you.”
DTR VS. ALISTAIR HUXLEY
DEATH MATCH
FULL STEAM AHEAD
BACKSTAGE
“Are you ready for this?” [Kersh asks, with his hands on his hips.] “Because once we step through that door, there’s no turning back.”
[Neville sheepishly eyes up the building.]“I don’t think I’ll ever be truly ready for what lurks behind those doors.”
[Brent looks towards him.] “I’ve been there, kid. The truth is that you’re never going to be. Sometimes what lurks behind those doors is unlike anything you’re ever prepared for. All you can do is take a breath, and storm in.” [Without wasting another moment, Brent walks straight up to the front door and turns the handle, pushing it open.]“And then, you just hope you’re able to walk back out.”
[Suddenly an arm reaches around and drags Kersh into the darkened abyss of the room. Neville’s eyes widen in horror, causing a lump in his throat that even the largest gulp can’t swallow. He doesn’t hesitate any longer, running up the stairs and through the now open door, looking for Brent Kersh.] [And we have a match.]NEVILLE SHELDON & BRENT KERSH VS. THE FAMILY
THE FAMILY HOME
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH!
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Welcome one, welcome all, to the GREATEST show on Earth.”
[The voice of Alistair Huxley screams through a megaphone, echoing throughout the house. Brent looks at Neville, who frowns, both of them unsure of what’s going on.] [CRASH.] [Suddenly, a violent brutal sound of twisting metal and falling concrete can be heard. It’s loud, and dust immediately falls from above all four men. They look up just in time to see the concrete ceiling begin to fall. Bits start reigning down upon them, from floorboard to lumps of concrete and pipe.] [They all duck and panic, Jensen and Jacob running towards the nearest window, diving through to the outside, one after the other. Sheldon and Kersh have quickly become separated, and between the sounds of metal and concrete, they can’t hear each other. Neville ducks, barely escaping what would have been a fatal blow to the head by a steel pipe. He turns, finally spotting Kersh in the middle of the living room.] [He looks up.] [Crack.] [Crack.] [Crack!] [Brent’s eyes widen, looking up at the ceiling above his head to see that the entire thing has cracked. He knows this is the end.] [Suddenly the whole thing falls from above like a concrete coffin, barrelling towards the poor VHS Champion.] [Only Neville Sheldon runs, like a train, through the falling dust and debris, leaping through it with a massive Spear that scoops Brent Kersh up and drops him into the next room. They both hit the deck hard, rolling away from the pain.] [After that, the noises become quieter, and the sound of unstable creaking takes over. Brent gets back to his feet, helping Sheldon back to his. They’re right near the open window now and exit, one by one, leaving the devastating collapse of The Family home behind.] [Meanwhile, outside, Painkiller sits in a crane, with a wrecking ball attached, having just brought down hell upon the four men inside.] [And next to him, smiling sadistically, is Alistair Huxley.]“And the show… must…. go on!”
[With those final words, we cut to static, his laughter heard as we do.] [Cut.]INTRODUCTION
There’s nothing fancy about the way this pilot edition of Afterburn kicks off. There’s no music, no pyrotechnics, just a long hallway in the backstage area of Madison Square Garden’s and the roaring crowd in the background, making themselves well heard.
Just then, a man flies across the screen, crashing into a wall with a giant bone crunching thud.
“OHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Please, just hold on a minute?” Errol Flynt is our Chairman and right now, he’s whimpering in a bad way on the floor, his hand raised to try and protect himself against whomever we’ve not yet seen in frame.
Instead of waiting though, the unknown masked assailant steps into the scene and stomps directly on his head, knocking him unconscious. He doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t even look into the camera, he simply turns around and walks away, heading down the corridor.
The camera shot then changes to the ring where two men are standing, each with a microphone and surrounded by the jam packed MSG crowd. The first man, brown and gray hair, introduces the show.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Old School Wrestling!” he says enthusiastically to a cheer from the crowd. “My name is Rick Walker and alongside me is Richard Roman and we’re your commentary team. Errol Flynt was on his way out here to introduce himself, the company and all of us to you but I’m afraid that unusual circumstances have prevented that from happening.”
Richard interrupts, “Like him getting his ass kicked, you mean?”
The crowd don’t like that and neither does Rick, who in turn just shakes his head and moves on.
“So instead, myself and Richard will take over that responsibility for you here tonight. As we’re sure you’re aware, there’s a massive sixteen man tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship that is due to begin-“
Audioslave’s “Cochise” suddenly interrupts and a ring of fire opens to display Mike Lane. He is clad in all white, and has his head down. As the funky beat kicks in followed by the lyrics, Lane looks up and grins as Destiny walks out from behind the curtain to join him. He walks with a confident stride down to the ring, ignoring the calls of the fans in the audience. A brisk jog up the steps is followed by Lane stepping between the ropes and walking to the middle of the ring to bask in the power he has brought to it.
“Excuse me,” Rick loudly announces, stopping the music and addressing Mike Lane. “Can’t you see that we’re trying to introduce the show?”
Mike laughs at him, shaking his head and then snatching the microphone.
“You were trying to introduce the show but now you can waddle your asses over there,” he points aggressively to the announce table. “And do your damn jobs. This ring is for professionals like myself, not amateurs like you.” Mike says pointing to Rick and Rick alone.
With that says, Rick Walker has enough experience that he doesn’t need telling twice and quickly exits to the outside with Richard smirking, but following in tow. Meanwhile, the fans let Mike Lane have it both barrels.
“Oh please, shut your whining, alright? My future father in law is lying down unconscious backstage because some animal thought he was target practice. I don’t honestly give a damn what any of you people think. Now you’re all here for wrestling, right? So bring out my first victim and let’s get this damn tournament started.”
Mike throws the microphone down and gives Destiny a kiss, looking towards the entrance ramp in anticipation of his match.
MIKE LANE VS. FATE
Mike Lane’s request to get on with his match is quickly obliged by Fate who makes his way to the ring with a purpose. Mike meanwhile leaned over the rope to bad mouth him and caught a right hand to the face that kicked this thing off. The bell rung and Fate was straight on the offensive, whipping Lane into the corner and following up with a massive Leaping Knee. He pulls him straight out and into a Snap Suplex, rolling straight over into the cover. One…. Kick Out! Lane quickly rolls to the outside and tries to regain some composure but Fate isn’t willing to let him rest and follows.
Mr. Inevitable storms after him, spinning him around and attempting a right hand that’s blocked and subsequently returned. Mike grabs him by the arm and drags him chest and face first straight into the ring post, taking him down to the floor. The Phoenix pulls him to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, going to work with boots before dropping down into the cover himself. One…. Two.. KICK OUT! Another kick out and this time, both men are getting back to their feet.
Lane is still a little fresher and catches Fate with a kick to the gut, planting him with a Single Arm DDT. This time he neglects he cover, getting back to his feet and signalling for the end. Fate slowly stirs back to his and LEAPING SUPERKICK! THE SHADOW KICK! NO!! Fate ducks under it perfectly, ADVERSITY! DOUBLE KNEE FACE BUSTER! Fate scrambles into the cover.. One…. Two….. THREE!! Fate shuts Mike Lane’s mouth and advances to the next round of the tournament. What a way to kick off the debut edition of Afterburn with such a brilliant match.
BACKSTAGE
Hayden Hardkore is preparing for one hell of a match up with Desmond Cross here tonight but when he arrives in frame, the fans go wild for him. A smile creeps across his face as he listens in, only for the door to open and DTR of all people to walk in. Hayden, who knows Dave all too well, hops straight to his feet with a readiness to fight.
“Hold on, I’m not here to fight you man,” Dave explains with his hands out, trying to calm the situation down before it possibly escalates. “I’m not the same guy I was in the IWF, I’m not here to cause trouble.”
Hayden doesn’t believe him.
“You realize that I saw the things you did, right? You burned down houses, brutalized people, burned people. You can’t honestly expect me to believe that you’ve changed? I believed you had been burned. I believed you had a scarred face but you know what? It was all lies, wasn’t it?”
Rick Walker: “I watched IWF as a fan frequently and I have to say, I don’t really believe him either.”
Richard Roman: “You don’t? What does a man have to do to change?”
“I have a lot to make up for, I get that. I’ve done some despicable things in my life but that was a life time ago,” he pleads, trying to show himself to be a new man. “I’m going to prove it to you and to everyone else here. People can change,” DTR says with a handshake offered. “I know you know that.”
“I don’t think so,” Hayden says refusing to shake his hand. “I think The Virus is still swimming around inside there and this nice guy act will soon wear off. I’m not buying it and you can bet your bottom dollar that no-one from the IWF in this federation will either.”
Rick Walker: “It may sound harsh but he isn’t wrong. I was just a fan and I’m telling you now, if DTR pulled this back then, you wouldn’t go near him with twenty foot barge poll.”
Richard Roman: “You talk about being a fan but I competed there and Dave was a stand up athlete. He was the kind of guy you could trust with your kids.”
Rick Walker: “He was the kind of guy that’d set your kids on fire, make no bones about it.”
The Rattlesnake takes back his offer of a handshake, looking dejected. He heads towards the door and stops, turning to Hayden, wanting to try one last time.
“Eventually you’re going to realize that I’m not the man I used to be.”
Hardkore sighs.
“I hope so David, I do,” he says honestly, making The Rattlesnake smile. “Because if you are the man you used to be the Old School Wrestling is in for a torturous time of it.”
MATT LENNOX VS. REVEREND DAMON
This match started in a one sided manner, Lennox taking control quickly with kicks and punches, backing The Reverend up into the corner and going to work with hard shots to the stomach and face. The Incredible One wasted no time in sending him across the ring to the opposite side, connecting with a massive Corner Clothesline on the return. He pulls him from the corner and into a Belly to Belly Suplex, dropping him hard on the canvas.
Refusing to cover and clearly looking to make a statement of intent, Lennox pulls him back to his feet and scoops him up, dropping him with a Backbreaker. The fans don’t like the pure arrogance of this guy who gets back up and smirks at the carnage he’s causing. The Incredible One finally signals for the end, pulling The Reverend to his feet, ducking a feeble Clothesline attempt and slammimg him down hard with a German Suplex! THEN ANOTHER… A SWIVEL OF THE HIPS AND A THIRD! THE 410 SPECIAL!
There’s just no chance of a comeback now and Lennox knows it. He gets back to his feet and goes straight to the legs of the Reverend, turning him over with a SHARPSHOOTER! THE INCREDIBLE LOCK!!He’s bang in the middle of the ring and Damon has no choice but to tap out. An incredibly one sided match here tonight that shows the world how impressive this young Matt Lennox is.
BACKSTAGE
In what has already begun as an extremely frustrating night for Mike Lane, he’s backstage and storms into the office of Errol Flynt – who after being attacked earlier this evening is nursing his head with an ice pack.
“Before you say a damn word kid, I know you’re pissed off,” Errol stops him in his tracks. “And what, you want revenge against Fate for beating you? We’ve got bigger fish to fry.”
Mike frowns at him.
“Like who?” Mike sneers back.
Errol stands up and walks over to his drinks cabinet, pouring himself and Mike a whisky then handing him the glass.
“The American Capitalists, that’s who. It was John Pathlow who attacked me earlier tonight kid and from what I understand, he was paid to do it.”
Rick Walker: “Hold on a second, John Pathlow did that?”
Richard Roman: “That wasn’t the smartest move of his part.”
“What do you mean; paid?” Mike responds, taking a sip of his whisky. “Are you saying he didn’t attack you because he wanted to?”
“The American Capitalists are all about capital, Mike. Someone paid them to beat me up and I want you to find out who. That means that we’re going to war with the American Capitalists because you know they won’t give up that information easily,” Errol says with a command over his business and ideas. “That also means that you’re going to need a partner.”
Rick Walker: “I don’t know if anyone on this roster is going to want to take part in that war.”
Richard Roman: “Hold on a second, you just have to think about this one. Whoever helps Mike Lane take on those two idiots and find out who’s responsible will be in the bosses favour; I don’t care where you work, that’s the best place to be.”
Mike nods in agreement.
“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I can find someone on this roster who given the right reward, will be extremely helpful,” Mike boasts with a smirk, only to down the rest of his drink and place the glass on the cabinet. “Just leave it with me.”
And with that, The Phoenix heads out of the office, leaving Errol to finish his drink with a wry smile on his face.
ACID VS. WALDO THE CLOWN
Waldo The Clown wastes no time in getting the shenanigans underway in this one by offering a handshake only to whip it away and honk his nose. This doesn’t impress Acid who quickly attacks with swift kicks, backing Waldo into the ropes and whipping him across the ring, connecting with a Crossbody Block on the return. That sends The Clown sprawling to the outside to recover, except he finds Acid leaping over the top rope with a giant Splash that catches him off guard.
The Green Dragon pulls him back to his feet but is suddenly stunned backwards, a buzzer on the palm of Waldo’s glove responsible for shocking him. Waldo fights back with buzzing right hands – literally, that turns into a DDT on the concrete floor. The Clown throws Acid back into the ring and attempts a cover.. One… Two.. Kick Out! He pops back to his feet and drags The Dragon over to the corner, running back to the opposite run and taking a long run up before leaping into the air – WHOOPIE CUSHION BUSTER!! NO!! ACID WITH A LEG UP CATCHES HIM DIRECTLY IN THE MID-SECTION!
With the Bronco Buster missed, Acid is quickly up onto the top rope.. ACID RAIN BOMB!! HIGH LEAPING SWANTON!! NO!! THE CLOWN MOVES!! Unbelievably, Waldo rolls out of the way and Acid plants himself firmly on the canvas. Both men slowly get back to their feet and GREEN MIST! WALDO SPITS IN HIS FACE!The mask helped catch some of it but Acid doesn’t know what to do, he stumbles forwards and The Clown catches hm.. SHIRANUI!! NO!! STEAM RELEASE!! STEAM JUST CAME OUT OF ACID’S MASK AND NOW WALDO IS BLINDED! ACID WITH A ROLL UP… ONE…. TWO… THREE!! Out of no-where and in the most crazy of circumstances, Acid has put himself into the final eight with a strange display indeed. Both men ended up blinded by it was The Green Dragon who managed to pick up the all important win.
BACKSTAGE
After that amazing match, we catch Acid walking through the curtain backstage to be greeted by John Pathlow. John doesn’t look too impressed and with a stern expression on his face, clearly has some bad news his victorious partner here tonight.
“Remember the job we took tonight?” he says looking at the blank expressionless eyes of his partner.“Well it has come back to bite us, just like I said it would. I don’t care about Errol Flynt and his future son in law, effectively putting a price on our heads but what I do care about,” he says pointing to the ring, “Is the World Heavyweight Championship and our 50/50 split.”
Rick Walker: “How are these two souly about money? They don’t care about representing the OSW, they just want the money that title brings.”
Richard Roman: “Some people are in this business for titles, some for kicking people’s asses and some for making money, Ricky. These boys just want a quick buck and it’s going to get them hurt.”
Acid nods and suggests with his movement that John following him down the corridor and he does, entering a locker room where inside, a suited man sits tied to a chair.
“What’s this?” The Alpha Dog seems confused. “He paid us, right?”
Acid again nods.
Richard Roman: “Is this guy mute or something?”
“Alright then,” John cracks his knuckles. “I suppose it’s time we found out who paid you to pay us.”
And with that, Pathlow shuts the door on the camera, locking us out. Whilst the commentators remark about what they’ve just seen, all we can hear is the sound of a man yelping in pain whilst physically beaten and tied to a chair.
Rick Walker: “This is just gruesome! Utterly gruesome.”
Richard Roman: “But you something Rick? It proves that even the American Capitalists don’t yet know who paid them to take out Errol tonight.”
Rick Walker: “Of course, you’re right, it could of been anyone on the roster.”
DAVE THE RATTLESNAKE VS. MARCUS X
When the bell sounded in this one, both men locked up in the middle of the ring and exchanged technical locks until Marcus dropped The Rattlesnake with a big Hip Toss. He quickly got back to his feet and walked into a Clothesline, accompanied by a quick cover.. One…. Kick Out. DTR wasn’t going to be pinned after that. The Black Knight wasted no time in getting him back to his feet but it was Dave with right hands to the mid-section that stopped him in his tracks. Dave pushed him back into the ropes, sent him across the ring and launched himself with the Double Knee Strike.
The Rattlesnake quickly helped him up only to connect with a DDT and go for the cover. One… Two… Kick Out! The Black Knight refuses to be bounced out of here that easily. Both men are slowing now and back up, DTR whipping Marcus into the ropes but it’s reversed, Marcus spinning him back around and connecting with a Belly to Belly Suplex. He covers, hooking the inside leg.. One… Two… KICK OUT! Another kick out and by now, The Black Knight finds himself getting a little frustrated.
Marcus is back to his feet first and attempts to pick Dave up, only for a quick inside roll up out of no-where… One…. Two.. THREE!! KICK OUT! He barely kicks out and both men roll away from the pin fall, getting back to their feet and THE RATTLER! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM? The Stunner that see’s DTR drop to his knee’s absolutely takes The Black Knight’s head off. He covers.. One…. Two…. Three!! There you have it! Dave The Rattlesnake is heading to the next round and that came literally out of no-where.
BACKSTAGE
“The fresh prince of wrestling is filmed if front of a live audience.”
Music from the 90’s can be heard blaring out of a locker room that we soon arrive and enter, the camera faced with partying youth, women and cups of beer. Right in the middle of the party is none other than Matthew Cories, looking extremely pleased with himself.
“Welcome to the show more exciting than an episode of the Power Rangers,” he beams, only to be interrupted somewhat by a girl who walks past. “Sup b?”
The girl scoffs at him and after a long stare, he finally he turns his attention back to us again.
“I already told that I’m all that and a bag of chips and I’m not lying. In a few minutes time I’m going to put on a wrestling clinic. It’s going to have everything. It’s going to have emotion, just like when Will and Carlton were arrested for being black. It’s going to have action like an episode of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the unpredictability of Dawson’s Creek.”
“Excuse me?” Suddenly comes a voice that interrupts him. Standing there with a smug look on his face is Professor Bordeaux. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for your schooling out there, instead of partying like some kind of animal? This isn’t prom, Matthew.”
The music suddenly screeches to a halt and everyone turns to look at the obvious intruder.
“Who do you think you are; Mr. Belding or something? I know Mr. Belding and sir, you are no Mr. Belding.
“Rick Walker: “That’s right, he is no Mr. Belding.”
Richard Roman: “No Mr. Belding, you say?”
Rick Walker: “No Mr. Belding.”
All comedy aside, Matthew doesn’t seem too impressed and neither does Professor Bordeaux.
“Listen child, out there tonight, class will be in session. For you in just a moments, there will be no sitting at the back of the class firing spitballs from your little pea shooter. This match is a tournament for the OSW World Heavyweight Championship and there will be none of these shennagins.”
Everyone laughs at the word shennagins, which irritates the Professor to the point of storming out. The music quickly continues and Matthew, with a grin on his face, heads towards the door.
“Feenay! Fee-hee-hee-hee-nay! I said fa-ha-ha-Feenay! FEEE-NY!”
Rick Walker: “Well folks, if that wasn’t something then guess what; Professor Bordeaux vs. Matthew Cories is up next.”
Richard Roman: “Time for that kid to get taught a valuable lesson if you ask me.”
MATTHEW CORIES VS. PROFESSOR BORDEAUX
These two had already been introduced after their earlier confrontation but that only made them disike each other more. The match started quickly with Cories agility seeing him duck a Clothesline, launch himself from the middle rope and connect with a Crossbody of his own.. One… Kick Out! The quick pin throws Bordeaux of his game and The Fresh Prince has him back up, into a Side Headlock and quickly a Hip Toss. The Professor slides to the outside to regroup, and as Matthew approaches the ropes, whips his legs out from underneath him.
With that The Professor is back in action and slides back into the ring, stomping away at Cories as much as he can before helping him back to his feet and sending him into the ropes, connecting with a big Clothesline. He drops into the cover.. One… Two… Kick Out. Cories gets a shoulder up but is dragged back to his feet, only to fight back with a shot to the mid-section, another, another, and a MASSIVE DDT! The Fresh Prince covers one more time… One… Two… Kick Out! Another kick out and this one is quickly coming to an erratic close.
The Fresh Prince decides it’s time to go up top and heads to the top rope, positioning himself andSHOOTING STAR PRESS! NO! THE PROFESSOR MOVED! He slams into the canvas and now it’s anyone’s game. Slowly both men get back to their feet and it’s Bordeaux with a kick to the mid-section, pulling the kid in with a Double Underhook Facebuster position – BUT NO, CORIES DROPS DOWN AND SCOOTS THROUGH HIS LEGS, SPINNING BORDEAUX… THE CHUMBAWAMBA!! NOO!! BORDEAUX FROM BEHIND THIS TIME WITH A ROLL UP AND A HANDFULL OF TIGHTS… ONE… TWO.. THREE! HE STOLE IT! THAT BASTARD STOLE IT! Professor Bordeaux is heading to the next round and by God, what a shame as well. He utterly stole this one.
BACKSTAGE
Fate is standing by backstage with Charlie Thompson, looking rather pleased with himself after an impressive debut victory earlier tonight.
“Fate, earlier tonight you defeated Mike Lane to advance into-“
“Hold on a second Thompson, can you hear that?” both of them stop speaking and listen in as the fans begin chanting his name. “That’s the people, baby. Tonight they got their first taste of Fate and can’t you tell they’re salivating for more? It was destined that tonight I would advance in the tournament, just like I believe it is destiny that I’ll be standing on the mountain apex as your OSW World Heavyweight Champion.”
Rick Walker: “These fans are really behind Fate here tonight.”
Richard Roman: “Why? I don ‘t get it. He barely scraped past Mike Lane.”
Rick Walker: “That’s not exactly true.”
“Destiny?” suddenly scoffs a voice from out of frame. That voice belongs to the mammoth Desmond Cross, who walks towards Fate with a shake of his head. “Destiny has nothing to do with it, nor does fate. I don’t believe in destiny or fate, I believe in God. I believe in the Messiah and it is he who deserves credit for your success.”
Fate looks at him sideways, closing in.
“No-body takes credit for what Fate does in that ring, do you understand me? You shouldn’t be concerned with God or what I’ve done here tonight. You should be concerned with Hayden Hardkore.”
Desmond smiles, agreeing.
“You’re right, I should be. But you see Fate, I have the holy Lord on my side. I have God in my corner, helping me to fight and win my battles. Hayden is Hayden, I’ve fought him before but you? You irk me. I will defeat him tonight and God willing, I will meet you in the tournament.”
Rick Walker: “Fate vs. Cross? Can you imagine that match?”
Richard Roman: “Those are some strong views on the line in a wrestling match, lemme tell ya.”
Both men stare each other down and it isn’t until Cross is about to walk away that Fate smiles.
“As fate would have it.” he responds.
Cross chuckles and continues to walk away, leaving Fate with a big smile on his face.
World Heavyweight Championship Tournament
COSPLAY VS. LORD MERRIWEATHER
The beautiful flow of Ecstasy of Gold 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. 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.
Rick Walker: “Well folks, we’re about set for our next match of the evening but it appears that Lord Richard has one or two things he wants to get off his chest before hand.”
Richard Roman: “I can’t believe a man of his stature is being forced to compete against Cosplay here tonight.”
With a microphone now in hand, the wrinkled befuddled Merriweather speaks.
“Tonight, in front of all you idiotic, moronic imbeciles,” he says to a roar of boos from the crowd. “I’m supposed to perform.”
Rick Walker: “That’s why he’s on the roster.”
Richard Roman: “I disagree. He’s simply adding class to the roster, that’s all.”
“I’m supposed to face some oversized man-that-looks-like-two in the middle of this ring for an opportunity to hold a Championship that would be better suited around my waist in the first place,” he scoffs looking angrily around the audience. “So I’m out here to tell you exactly what I tried to tell Errol Flynt earlier tonight; I will not be competing.”
Rick Walker: “He can’t do that, can he?”
Cosplay steps out into the arena dressed as Batman as the theme tune to Batman plays. As he comes down to the ring he runs along the crowd trying to high five people, but everyone ignores him. He walks up the ring steps and stumbles his way over to Lord Merriweather.
Richard Roman: “Look at this moron and tell me he can’t.”
Batman – as he apparently wants to be known has a microphone in hand and one or two words for Lord Richard Merriweather.
“Alfred!” he screams in a deep voice. “Why aren’t you in your outfit and in the Batcave? We have no time for these shenanigans.”
Merriweather looks towards Edwards and Stephen who shrug in confusion.
“The world needs saving and you’re taking time out of my busy schedule to stand here and complain? Go and get dressed, darnit. Batman needs a sandwich before he goes and saves the world.”
“Excuse me?” Merriweather asks somewhat perturbed. “Who exactly do you think I am, young man?”
Batman scoffs loudly. “You’re ALFRED, MY BUTLER!”
Rick Walker: “That’s has not gone down well.”
Richard Roman: “Fly away Batman, fly away.”
Now looking like the angriest man alive, Merriweather nods at his henchmen who quickly attack poor Batman. They knock him to the canvas with right hands and stomp the holy hell out of him, all the while, the words BOOM, POW, THWACK appear on the Tron.
Richard Roman: “Hahaha! That’s brilliant.”
Stephen and Edward hold Batman down as Lord Richard hits the ropes, comes back and leaps into the air…
Rick Walker: “JESUS CHRIST! THE FIRST CLASS STAMP!”
Richard Roman: “What agility for a man of what, eighty?”
Rick Walker: “How can you condone this? Instead of wrestling this match, Merriweather has had his henchman attack poor Cosplay and lay him out.”
Merriweather bends down, shaking his head at Batman.
“Maybe one day you’ll understand, Cosplay. Maybe one day all of you will too,” he points to the crowd around him as well. “But only first class will do.”
He drops the microphone and demands that his henchmen open the ring for him so he can exit.
Richard Roman: “Maybe Cosplay can look on the bright side, huh? At least he’s into the final eight with a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Our Lord has just declined his opportunity to take part.”
Rick Walker: “Yeah and good riddance.”
The scene fades to the backstage area with referee’s attending to a poor unconscious Cosplay.
BACKSTAGE
Poor Cosplay is being helped to the backstage by four officials who despite their number are still struggling to assist him. They finally drop him in a chair near the curtain and leave him there, where he’s quickly approached by Fred Sanders.
“Cosplay, can I get a quick word with you about what just happened out there?” Fred asks without much compassion, only to receive silence for his trouble. “Cosplay? Hello?”
Cosplay doesn’t even look at him.
“Batman?” That gets his attention. “You realize that you’re not actually Batman, right?” Fred growls at him. “Batman wouldn’t get his ass kicked by a feeble old man.”
Rick Walker: “That’s not exactly true.”
Richard Roman: “That’s how I saw it.”
Cosplay looks up at him, his mask still on and roughly grabs the interviewer by his shirt, using all his weight to slam him against the wall.
“Batman didn’t get his ass kicked,” the gruff impersonated voice of Cosplay responds angrily.“Sometimes the Batman has to fake getting his ass kicked so that he can trap the joker.”
With that said, out of the corner of his eye, Cosplay notices Waldo The Clown walking nearby.
“JOKER!!” he yells angrily in the direction of Waldo. “You may think you’ve gotten the upper hand on Batman but you’ve only succeeded in making me want to lock you up in Arkham Asylum even more!”
Rick Walker: “That’s not the Joker.”
Richard Roman: “You could’ve fooled me.”
Waldo walks over, a giant smile on his face.
“OOOHHHHH HEHEHE HAHA, YOU’RE A SILLY LITTLE BOY AIN’TCHA?” the clown reacts loudly, startling Batman – I mean Cosplay. “You want me to tell you a joke?” he says pulling out a flower. “What did the flower say to the silly boy?”
Cosplay reluctantly leans in to look at the flower, Waldo spraying water in his face and then running off. Cosplay shakes his head angrily, looking back at Fred and slamming his hand into his fist.
“The Joker must be stopped!”
Rick Walker: “I honestly have no words to describe what we just witnessed.”
Richard Roman: “That’s why I should be lead commentator. I’ll summarize this whole thing for you and the audience, shall I? Batman over there, well he put on a fuck-ton of weight and Joker – he’s the one that just sprayed water in Batman’s face, has given up his job as a criminal mastermind to blow up balloons for children wearing floppy shoes and a big Ronald McDonald wig..”
Rick Walker: “Why thank you Richard.”
Richard Roman: “Not a problem.”
JOHN PATHLOW VS. MARVELOUS MASTER CHEF
The insane Marvellous Master Chef is quickly taken down to the canvas with a Clothesline as the bell rings. The massive monster of a man in John Pathlow wastes no time and as he gets back up catches him with a Belly to Belly Suplex. MMC is reeling now and rolls to the outside, looking for his skillet. The Alpha Dog follows him, catching a rake to the eyes for his trouble, followed up by Chef hamming him head first into the ring post. He quickly rolls him back into the ring and goes for the cover… One… Two..MASSIVE KICK OUT! Pathlow quite literally launches Master Chef off him to kick out.
That surprises The Marvellous One who rushes off towards the ropes as Pathlow gets back to his knees, nailing him with a brutal Basement Dropkick. He covers again.. One… KICK OUT! By now he’s losing his patience and heads up top…. SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! HE GOT IT!! An instant cover this time… One… Two.. KICK OUT! Furious with his inability to put Pathlow away in this one, he rolls to the outside again, grabbing his skillet and heading back into the ring. The referee backs him into the corner and refuses to let him use it which inadvertently gives Pathlow a chance to get back to his feet.
By the time MMC pushes the referee to one side and storms at The Alpha Dog with his skillet, Pathlow is well aware and ducks under the intended shot, dropping him with a Swinging Neckbreaker that sends the weapon flying. Both men are soon back to their feet and John nails him with a Running Knee Strike and signals for the end. He waits for Master Chef to get back up and when he does, he stumbles forward..BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA! LEAPING SIDEKICK!! NO!! Marvellous Master Chef ducks under and rolls him up, grabbing the middle rope… ONE…. TWO… THREE! He cheated! That bastard just cheated by holding the ropes! Either way, MMC is heading to the final eight at the expense of John Pathlow and you know there’s going to be some hell to pay for that.
RINGSIDE
The sound of “Chariots of Fire” by Vangelis is heard throughout the arena, prompting the crowd to rise to their feet with a roar of excitement as the lights slowly begin to dim. Suddenly red, white, and blue pyrotechnic effects begin to explode from the base of the entrance ramp that last several seconds before “The Enforcer” Brent Kersh appears on the upper portion of the structure. The OSW superstar steps out onto the steel stage with his hands on his hips and looking around the arena in appreciation of the response from the crowd. Kersh is wearing a loose fitting black tee shirt embroidered with the letters ‘OSW’ and soaked in sweat. In addition,
Rick Walker: “Well here comes Brent Kersh, some of whom have called a massive coup for OSW.”
Richard Roman: “He’s a huge star in the world of wrestling and not one many expected to make a debut with us. Personally though, I can’t say I rate the guy.”
Rick Walker: “Brent is a multi-time Champion, which is multiple more times than you. Perhaps you should show the guy some respect, just like this sold out MSG crowd here tonight.”
“The Enforcer” is wearing his traditional wrestling attire of black tights, boots, kneepads, kneebraces, and white tape wrapped tightly around his wrists. As the colorful collage of sparks begin to die down, Kersh begins his approach to the ring. Maintaining a calm and collected mannerism, Brent moves back and forth from one side of the walkway to the other, slapping hands with the fans lining the security railing. Once the professional wrestler gets to within several feet of the ring apron, he sprints the remaining distance — sliding under the bottom rope and coming to his feet in the middle of the ring. The OSW superstar lifts both hands into the air as he maneuvers his way around the ring and soon receives a microphone.
“It’s been a long time no see, huh?” Brent asks the crowd who cheer at his return to professional wrestling. “The last time I stood in a ring ready to compete, it was two years prior and I must admit, I’ve missed this. There’s been a lot of questions asked of me recently, like where I went, will I stay and what am I looking for but know this, if only this; I’m ready to fight.”
The fans pop, chanting his name.
“Now tonight, there appears to be a World Championship tournament that I’ve not been invited to participate in,” Brent remarks to a boo from the crowd, only to put up his hand and signal that it’s okay.“No, it’s okay, really. I don’t mind working my way up from the very bottom but that means starting with my opponent tonight; 9… 1…. 1!”
“911! 911! 911!”
The booming, emblematic sound bite of “NINE-ONE-ONE” (similar to that of the nWo’s “NEW-NEW-NEW WORLD ORDER”) precedes the start of Pearl Jam’s Even Flow. Three pyrotechnics erupt separately at the head of the entrance to the arena, before the masked form of 911 is propelled into the air from beneath the staging area to a chorus of cheers.
Richard Roman: “Ask and you shall receive.”
Rick Walker: “This is going to be one hell of a match but I wonder what 911 has to say for himself.”
He jogs along the aisle, clapping hands with any fans holding their arms out in anticipation. Leaping onto the apron, he holds the top rope and uses the bottom rope as a springboard to leap and forward somersault into the ring. He then heads over to the corner and grabs a microphone of his own, laughing.
“You know Kersh, I didn’t exactly know what to expect when I came out here. It would seem that you’re not the only one starting from the bottom and that our match tonight, it’s a show stopper for the pair of us,” he says as Brent nods in agreement. “Which means only one thing; we both want and have to win. By the end of this match, only one of us will be leaving here in an ambulance and I can tell you something, it won’t be me.”
Brent chuckles to himself as well.
“I’ve done this dance before, son. I’ve been in the ring opposite cocky young guys like you for many years and do you know what’s always happened? Whether it’s a one-two-three or a tap-tap-tap, you always end up eating your words,” Brent lets him know with a smile. The fans meanwhile are quickly beginning to split between them, with chants directed at both men. “So how about we stop with the yapping and get to the fighting?”
The Enforcer chucks his microphone to the canvas and give 911 a wink, who hasn’t quite finished.
“Sounds good to me. But let me leave you with something to dwell on whilst I’m kicking your ass; when I’m done with you, who you gonna call?”
With that, 911 also drops his microphone and it looks like this one is on.
BRENT KERSH VS. 911
Before this ambulance match can even start it’s like a war of words between the crowd. Split directly down the middle between those who love Brent Kersh and those who love 911, The White Ranger rallies them up by yelling “Who ya gonna call” loudly into the audience, receiving “911” back in support. Kersh meanwhile stands focused, listening with a big ol’ smile as his half of the crowd chant back “You’re going home in an ambulance.”
The match starts with a goodwill handshake before Kersh offers a lock up that 911 foolishly takes, ending up with him on his knees and back to his feet in a Headlock. The White Ranger manages to send the big man into the ropes, only to find himself on the receiving end of a Shoulder Block on the way back. Kersh though seizes the opportunity and quickly dumps his opponent over the top rope and to the outside. He soon follows him out with clubbing forearm blows to the back of the head and neck as 911 stumbles away, eventually turning to duck under and connect with a surprise Dropkick.
That buys him some time and he utilizes that fast, hopping onto the barricade with cat like agility and as The Enforcer gets back to his feet, he catches him with a Hurricanrana that sends Kersh tumbling to the concrete floor. 911 is back to his feet first, albeit slowly and reaches under the ring, grabbing himself a steel chair. By the time he turns around though, The Enforcer is waiting and BIG BOOT TO THE CHAIR, TO THE SKULL! THAT HAD TO HURT! Kersh grabs the chair and throws it down, pulling 911 to his feet and dragging him over to the entrance ramp.
The fans are urging their man on as 911 fights out, bouncing Kersh’ head off the guardrail and stumbling him. He goes at him with kicks, lefts, rights, then a massive SPINNING HEEL that could of damn near knocked Brent’s teeth out. The Goodwill Samaritan grabs Kersh by the head and hops onto the ring apron, spinning off with A THUNDEROUS TORNADO DDT!! “Holy Shit” chants reign out as both men lay feeling it on the concrete floor. 911 is first back to his feet and grabs Kersh, trying his best to drag him up towards the ambulance – barely succeeding given his giant frame.
With that, 911 has made it to the ambulance and rushes him back first into the double doors. The Enforcer hits the floor and that gives 911 the opportunity to open the doors, though by the time he has, Brent is back up and pulls him forward into a Short Arm Clothesline. This match is reaching its conclusion and both men know it. Kersh grabs The White Ranger and pulls him to his feet, attempting to throw him head first into the ambulance – except 911 spins out and reverses, attempting to throw Kersh inside BUT NO! He reverses and with all that momentum, launches 911 straight into the ambulance. He quickly slams the doors shut and this one is over, The Enforcer has picked up the win in a fantastic match.
RINGSIDE
The match might be over and the ambulance driving off but that doesn’t stop the doors from suddenly flying open in mid-drive, 911 launching himself out and into a roll across the concrete floor.
Richard Roman: “WHAT THE HELL?!”
Rick Walker: “Did we REALLY just see that?”
Brent can’t believe his eyes as 911 pulls himself back to his feet and stumbles over to him, stopping by to stare him down for a moment before attempting to walk away.
Richard Roman: “This might get a little rough.”
But instead of letting him go, The Enforcer stops him.
“Damn kid, you’ve got some balls,” Brent says off microphone, clearly eluding to the fact that despite being beaten here tonight, 911 refused to leave the building in an ambulance. He offers a handshake and 911, who takes his cue from the roaring crowd, takes him up on it. “Good match, man.”
Both men raise their arms in unison and soak in the crowd reaction before heading to the backstage area, having put on one hell of a match here tonight.
Rick Walker: “That has to be the most sportsmanlike match we’ve seen here tonight?”
Richard Roman: “It makes you sick, doesn’t it?”
BACKSTAGE
“GOD DAMNIT!” is what we hear as the segment opens backstage with The Black Knight throwing his gym bag against a wall. He’s pissed off at being beaten by DTR toight, if only by a small margain. He’s about to storm out when laughing behind him, is Matt Lennox, getting ready to go home himself. The infuriated Knight turns around quizicially, staring straight at the Incredible One. “What’s so fuckin’ funny?”
“Oh come on, you don’t see it? There’s this big idiot in front of me, crying because he lost tonight. I suppose we can’t all taste the sweet taste of victory, can we?” Matt says with a I-want-to-knock-his-teeth-out grin.
“And who the fuck are you?” bluntly asks Marcus, who obviously isn’t a happy man.
Matt stands up and gets closer, tilting his head.
“Yeah, that’s a good one. The era of incredibility started tonight and you’ll have me believe I’m a fool if you didn’t witness it. But I’ll tell you this, if you don’t want to witness it again, I’d get outta here.”
Rick Walker: “Them be fighting words, me thinks.”
Richard Roman: “Marcus doesn’t want any piece of the Incredible One, let me assure you.”
“I’ll tell you something, if you think you’re so tough that you won’t get bounced in a match with me, how about we put that to the test?” Marcus considers. “Next week on Afterburn, The Black Knight vs. Matt Lennox inside a Steel Cage.”
Rick Walker: “Well Holy crap.”
Richard Roman: “That escalated quickly.”Matt grins.
“If you want to lock yourself inside a Cage with me, that’s your problem. I’ll see you next week on Afterburn.”
With that, Marcus turns his back to leave and FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL! Lennox catches him with a blindsided shot and bundles him into the nearest locker head first.
Rick Walker: “THAT’S A CHEAP SHOT!!.”
Matt finds it hilarious and steps over the fallen body of The Black Knight, with his ring bag, ready to exit the building. Marcus may of made the challenge but he didn’t expect that, which means next week on Afterburn, Lennox is going to have an angry Knight on his hands.
ED FAMOUS VS. ZEEK WILLIAMS
Many heated words had already been exchanged by the time these two men hit the ring and when they did, it was a drag out brawl. The bell sounded and they went straight at each other with fierce right hands, brawling across the ring until Famous Clotheslined Zeek to the outside. Of course he followed and was caught, slammed into the barricade and then levelled with kicks. Wrestling didn’t take part in this contest as Williams launched Famous head first into the steel ring post.
The referee came to the outside and gave up on the count, quickly realizing that this would end in a disqualification if he wasn’t careful. The RIP City Saint pummelled Ed up the entrance ramp, only for Famous to Drop Toe Hold him face first on the steel ramp. Ed stomped away at him before pulling him back to his feet and connecting with a Snap Suplex. Both men writhed in agony before Ed dragged him to the ring and rolled him inside.
Famous finally covered… One…. Two… KICK OUT! Somehow the tough as nails Williams managed to kick out and the match was suddenly afoot again. Both men got back to their feet, Zeek connecting with some clever Muay Tai strikes, running to ropes, leaping off the middle and SPRINGBOARD KNEE!! THE SILENCER!! GOODNIGHT ED FAMOUS! The RIP City Saints covers… One…. Two… Three!! What a victory and what a war of words. These two just tore up Afterburn but it’s Zeek Williams heading to the final eight.
RINGSIDE
The fans are on their feet and rightfully so as an impressive glass case with a velvet red cloth sits in the middle of the ring. Richard Roman is up from commentary and standing with it, a big grin on his moustached face as he begins to talk.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we hope you’ve been enjoying the show,” he says to a big cheer from the crowd.“Good, good. Tonight, I have been placed in charge of revealing the OSW World Heavyweight Championship. As you by now know there is a tournament comprised of sixteen competitors here tonight and they’re all fighting for the gold underneath this cloth.”
“LET US SEE IT!” clap clap clap. “LET US SEE IT!” clap clap clap.
Rick Walker: “I think he’d better hurry up.”
“Okay, so without further ado-“
Suddenly the hyped up beginning of Lil Wayne’s “Watch My Shoes” interrupts, 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.
Rick Walker: “Uhm…”
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 stands opposite Roman, who doesn’t quite know what to make of it.
“What can I do for you?” Roman asks, stepping forward with confidence.
SKILLET TO THE SKULL! Where the hell did that come from? Marvellous Master Chef suddenly reacts, whacking poor Roman in the skull with his skillet. He quickly rushes over to the Championship case and whips off the red velvet covering, placing it around his neck as if a cape.
Rick Walker: “I think Roman had better get the hell out of there.”
Suddenly, SKILLET TO THE GLASS CASE! The skillet crashes straight through it, making the Championship readily available and MMC doesn’t even hesitate before yanking the belt out and turning to run.
Rick Walker: “Hold on a second, he can’t do that! Somebody stop him! He’s trying to steal the OSW World Heavyweight Championship!”
The opening riff from “Open Your Eyes” blares throughout the arena, the lights strobe along to the music. Dave steps out from behind the curtain with a microphone, trying to slow this up pretty quickly.
“Cut the music, cut it!” he yells successfully. “Now whoa, hold your horses there cookie,” Dave says with a hand raised. “I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to steal the OSW World Heavyweight Championship, am I right?”
Rick Walker: “Don’t state the obvious, just stop him!”
Marvellous nods enthusiastically.
“I have to be honest with you, it isn’t the first time I’ve seen it done. I’ll give you an A+ for enthusiasm but a D- for creativity,” Dave says to a crowd chuckle whilst heading down the ramp towards the ring. “So being that we’re both still in the tournament and both still within a shot of winning that thing, I’d ask you to put it back. You see, when I win the tournament and collect my Championship, I don’t want to be picking pieces of burrito off of it for the foreseeable future.”
By now DTR has rolled under the bottom rope and entered the ring. He looks down at Richard Roman who’s holding his head in pain and smirks.
“The seventies called, they want their moustache back,” The Rattlesnake comments to a rapturous ovation of cheers. “Now look Chef, I don’t want to have to take it from you and put it back but if I have to, I’m going to. So how about you save us both the throw down and simply pop it back inside that case and we’ll be on our way.”
The Chef sighs a big puff of air before turning around and facing the case.
“That’s a good-“
WHACK!! WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP TO THE SKULL!!
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Rick Walker: “Jesus Christ! This animal is out of control!”
Master Chef clocks him hard with the belt and before you know it, DTR is spark out on the canvas in dreamland. With the fans booing, The Marvellous One throws the title through the ropes, spreads his arms out in celebration and the finally exits the ring, grabbing the World Championship and making his way backstage.
Rick Walker: “Someone needs to stop him now! He’s stealing the OSW World Title!”
DESMOND CROSS VS. HAYDEN HARDKORE
Desmond Cross and Hayden Hardkore locked up straight away in this one, Desmond taking him back to the ropes before sending him across the ring and connecting with a Clothesline on the return. Quickly he pounced back off into the ropes, Hardkore rolling under him as he jumped and popping back up, catching him on the turn with a Hip Toss. The Kiki headed to the ropes, leaping onto the middle andHURRICANRANNA! He covers almost instantly.. One… Two.. Kick Out! Hayden hops back to his feet and heads to the top rope, leaping off and DIVING HEADBUTT !NO-BODY HOME!!
Cross somehow moved out of the way and is back to his feet, grabbing The Kiwi and levelling him with numerous punches before scooping him up and driving him down to the mat with a Powerslam. He covers.. One… Two.. Kick Out! Both men roll away but it’s The Messiah’s Messenger who this time heads up top and when Hayden gets up.. LEAPING CLOTHESLINE! BOOM! He got all of it. Again into the cover.. One… Two… THREE! KICK OUT! “Ohhhh” cheer the fans as Cross nearly had it. Desmond is looking to finish this now and pulls Hardkore up – kick to the gut, F-5! AMAZING GRACE!! NO!! Hayden spins out and drops down behind him.. HIGH ANGLE BACK DROP!!
The Flying Kiwi covers… One…. Two…THR-NO! That’s not going to do it. He begins winding up his left hand to a buzzing “OOOOHHHHH” from the crowd and when Desmond gets back to his feet – POWER OF THE SOUTHPAW! A CRACKING LEFT HAYMAKER THAT COULD’VE BROKE HIS JAW! Cross falls flat on his back and Hayden leaps to the top rope like an agile cat, only to steady himself then leap with a Moonsault turned half barrel roll into a SWANTON BOMB!! THE FLYING KIWI! NOOOO!! DESMOND MOVES! The impact is so severe that Cross pulls him straight to his feet, kick to the gut.. THE REDEEMING!! CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!! INTO THE COVER… ONE…. TWO…. THREE!! Desmond Cross is going to the final eight!
BACKSTAGE
We’re just moments away from the Main Event when we head backstage to see Ed Famous and Zeek Williams beating the holy hell out of each other. They brawl across the backstage area, bouncing off walls and pillars as they struggle to try and gain the upper hand. Ed finally releases, backing up with a kick to the gut, only to grab Zeek and run him HEAD FIRST INTO A WALL!
Richard Roman: “What a shot!”
Rick Walker: “We need security back there to break this up as soon as possible.”
Williams falls to the floor in a heap and is visibly busted wide open but Ed doesn’t appear to be finished. He stomps away at him before walking off and grabbing himself a steel chair. He places it over Zeek’s throat and takes a seat, lording over him.
“It isn’t that I’m a sore loser, I hope you understand,” Ed says catching his breath. “It’s just that I don’t like you very much, Ezekiel.”
Richard Roman: “You don’t say?”
Rick Walker: “You could tell by their match earlier that this one wasn’t going to be settled so quickly.”
Ed stands up and collects the chair, folding it up and WHACK! A MASSIVE CHAIRSHOT TO THE MID-SECTION! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! JESUS CHRIST, ZEEK WILLIAMS CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS!
Rick Walker: “ENOUGH, DAMNIT!”
Security suddenly storm across to break it up, dragging Famous away as others attend to poor Williams. One can only imagine that as soon as Zeek is able, there will be hell to pay for this.
Rick Walker: “I’m telling you right now, there’s going to be a match between these two soon and when there is, they’re going to tear the house down.”
Richard Roman: “Good riddance to bad rubbish, is what I say.”
MIKE LANE VS. ED FAMOUS VS. LORD RICHARD MERRIWEATHER VS. THE BLACK KNIGHT VS. WALDO THE CLOWN VS. HAYDEN HARDKORE VS. JOHN PATHLOW VS. MATTHEW CORIES
The bell sounds and the instantaneous brawl begins, all eight of these tired stars getting into the mix as quickly as possible. Mike Lane and John Pathlow end up on the outside whilst Lord Richard Merriweather rushes off to hide by the announce tables. The Black Knight and Waldo The Clown meet in the middle of the ring to slug it out and Hayden Hardkore takes is to Matthew Cories as Ed Famous gets himself a steel chair. The One Man Rebellion enters the ring, swinging the chair for the back of Cories, then for the head of Hayden, taking both men to the canvas. He pops down into the cover… One… Two… Cories kicks out.
Our first Champion was nearly crowned right there but on the outside, John Pathlow has been rattled into the steel steps – sending both them and he flying. Mike Lane is the man with a plan and is of course looking to send a direct message to the American Capitalists here tonight. He goes under the ring and reaches for a table, setting that bad boy up on the outside before Waldo The Clown comes over to interfere. Waldo slams his head off the table and drags him back to the barricade, slamming him back first into that as well. The Black Knight on the other hand is back to his feet in the ring and storms across the ring, launching himself to the outside and LANDING STRAIGHT ONTOP OF WALDO AND LANE!
“Holy Shit!” chants break out as all three men lay crumpled on the floor. It’s then that Lord Merriweather shows up out of no-where, diving into the cover on Waldo.. One… Two… THREE!! We have our first Hardcore Champion! The fan’s can’t believe it and boo’s echo out around the arena as Merriweather takes a hike and storms off up the entrance ramp. Ed Famous meanwhile spots him and is quickly in pursuit, accompanied by John Pathlow. Only the Champion can be pinned for the belt to change hands and that makes Merriweather a marked man with ten minutes left on the clock.
The brawl is now backstage and that’s where both Stephen and Edward wait for their boss and open a limousine door for him to hop inside. They quickly turn around to tend to Famous and Pathlow who in turn, immediately start brawling with the security team. The limousine is about to speed off when Hayden Hardkore appears in front of it with a lead pipe – causing it to come to a crashing halt. Hayden starts beating the holy shit out of the limo with his pipe and that’s when Merriweather escapes, running into a giant JUMPING REVERSE ROCK BOTTOM! RIGHT ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR! THE BLACKOUT!! The Black Knight nails him and now he’s into the cover.. One…. Two… THREE! A second Hardcore Champion with only five minutes left on the clock. Marcus grabs his Championship and rushes back towards the ring, hoping to escape the melee of brawling happening backstage.
When he arrives there, he rushes through the curtain only to walk into Waldo The Clown and RED MIST!!The Knight stumbles backwards holding his eyes, giving Waldo the chance to SNATCH HIS TITLE AND CRACK HIM IN THE SKULL WITH IT! WHAT A SHOT!! Waldo drops into the cover… One… Two… THREE!!We’ve a new Hardcore Champion! There’s about three minutes left and The Clown struts back to the ring, dancing along the way as the fans boo, clearly not impressed. It’s then that Hayden Hardkore comes barrelling out from behind the curtain with his led pipe, CRASHING IT OVER WALDO’S HEAD! The fans roar and we’re about to have our fourth Hardcore Champion… One… Two… Three! Hayden takes the Championship belt and runs back to the ring, sliding in and immediately looking to protect himself.
What he doesn’t realize is that from behind comes Mike Lane with a steel chair. Hayden spins to catch him, receiving the steel chair thrown at him for his troubles – to which he catches.. SHADOWKICK!! SHADOWKICK TO THE STEEL AND TO THE FACE OF HAYDEN FOR HIS TROUBLES!! Lane drops into the cover as the final fifteen seconds appear on the clock. One…. Two…. Three! We’ve a new Hardcore Champion and surely that’s it, surely. Lane barely has a chance to get back to his feet though before Matthew Cories rushes him with a LEAPING INVERTED STO!! CHUMBAWAMBA!! HE NAILED IT! HE HAS FOUR SECONDS TO COVER AND DOES… ONE… TWO… THREE! THE BELL SOUNDS ONE SECOND LATER AND MATTHEW CORIES IS OUR NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!
RINGSIDE
Matthew Cories is back to his feet holding the Hardcore Championship high into the air, clearly pleased with what is a phenomenal victory here tonight – one that he damn near stole after staying ringside for a majority of the match. The fans though are on their feet with applause until suddenly, the arena goes dark.
Rick Walker: “What the hell is going on?”
Richard Roman: “I can’t see a thing, can you?”
The arena is suddenly thrust into darkness as the sounds of squawking crows can be heard. They flutter away and the lights turn back on, revealing the Scarecrow standing in the middle of the ring, his arms spread and his head lowered.
Rick Walker: “Holy shit! What the hell is that?”
Richard Roman: “That’s the thing nightmares are made of!!”
Matthew doesn’t even spot him at first, turning around to see Scarecrow stood behind him, his head lowered. He almost falls down at first but before you know it and quite literally out of no-where, Scarecrow snaps his arm out and hand around the throat of Cories, lifting him high into the air andCHOKESLAM!! THE HARVESTER!!
Rick Walker: “HE JUST CHOKESLAMMED MATTHEW CORIES OUT OF HIS DAMN BOOTS!”
Richard Roman: “Why!? What’s going on here?”
Cories crashes into the canvas with an enormous thud and stays there as Scarecrow spreads his arms again and the lights go off. When they return, he’s no-where to be seen and the crowd have no idea what to make of it.
It’s then that we fade to black.