[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âINTRODUCTIONâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
Thereâs nothing fancy about the way this pilot edition of Afterburn kicks off. Thereâs no music, no pyrotechnics, just a long hallway in the backstage area of Madison Square Gardenâs 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.
âOHHHHHHHHHH!â
âPlease, just hold on a minute?â Errol Flynt is our Chairman and right now, heâs whimpering in a bad way on the floor, his hand raised to try and protect himself against whomever weâve 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 doesnât say a word, he doesnât 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.
âLadies and Gentlemen, welcome to Old School Wrestling!â he says enthusiastically to a cheer from the crowd. âMy name is Rick Walker and alongside me is Richard Roman and weâre your commentary team. Errol Flynt was on his way out here to introduce himself, the company and all of us to you but Iâm afraid that unusual circumstances have prevented that from happening.â
Richard interrupts, âLike him getting his ass kicked, you mean?â
The crowd donât like that and neither does Rick, who in turn just shakes his head and moves on.
âSo instead, myself and Richard will take over that responsibility for you here tonight. As weâre sure youâre aware, thereâs a massive sixteen man tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship that is due to begin-â
Audioslaveâs âCochiseâ 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.
âExcuse me,â Rick loudly announces, stopping the music and addressing Mike Lane. âCanât you see that weâre trying to introduce the show?â
Mike laughs at him, shaking his head and then snatching the microphone.
âYou were trying to introduce the show but now you can waddle your asses over there,â he points aggressively to the announce table. âAnd do your damn jobs. This ring is for professionals like myself, not amateurs like you.â Mike says pointing to Rick and Rick alone.
With that says, Rick Walker has enough experience that he doesnât 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.
âOh please, shut your whining, alright? My future father in law is lying down unconscious backstage because some animal thought he was target practice. I donât honestly give a damn what any of you people think. Now youâre all here for wrestling, right? So bring out my first victim and letâs get this damn tournament started.â
Mike throws the microphone down and gives Destiny a kiss, looking towards the entrance ramp in anticipation of his match.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â Â WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENTÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â Â MIKE LANE VS. FATEÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
Mike Laneâs 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. OneâŚ. Kick Out! Lane quickly rolls to the outside and tries to regain some composure but Fate isnât willing to let him rest and follows.
Mr. Inevitable storms after him, spinning him around and attempting a right hand thatâs 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. OneâŚ. 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.. OneâŚ. TwoâŚ.. THREE!! Fate shuts Mike Laneâs 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.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: FATEÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  ânot the sameâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
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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.
âHold on, Iâm not here to fight you man,â Dave explains with his hands out, trying to calm the situation down before it possibly escalates. âIâm not the same guy I was in the IWF, Iâm not here to cause trouble.â
Hayden doesnât believe him.
âYou realize that I saw the things you did, right? You burned down houses, brutalized people, burned people. You canât honestly expect me to believe that youâve changed? I believed you had been burned. I believed you had a scarred face but you know what? It was all lies, wasnât it?â
Rick Walker: âI watched IWF as a fan frequently and I have to say, I donât really believe him either.â
Richard Roman: âYou donât? What does a man have to do to change?â
âI have a lot to make up for, I get that. Iâve done some despicable things in my life but that was a life time ago,â he pleads, trying to show himself to be a new man. âIâm going to prove it to you and to everyone else here. People can change,â DTR says with a handshake offered. âI know you know that.â
âI donât think so,â Hayden says refusing to shake his hand. âI think The Virus is still swimming around inside there and this nice guy act will soon wear off. Iâm not buying it and you can bet your bottom dollar that no-one from the IWF in this federation will either.â
Rick Walker: âIt may sound harsh but he isnât wrong. I was just a fan and Iâm telling you now, if DTR pulled this back then, you wouldnât go near him with twenty foot barge poll.â
Richard Roman: âYou 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.â
Rick Walker: âHe was the kind of guy thatâd set your kids on fire, make no bones about it.â
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.
âEventually youâre going to realize that Iâm not the man I used to be.â
Hardkore sighs.
âI hope so David, I do,â he says honestly, making The Rattlesnake smile. âBecause if you are the man you used to be the Old School Wrestling is in for a torturous time of it.â
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â STANDARD MATCHÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â Â MATT LENNOX VS. REVEREND DAMONÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
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 donât like the pure arrogance of this guy who gets back up and smirks at the carnage heâs 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!
Thereâs 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!!Heâs 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.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: MATT LENNOXÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âcapitalâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
In what has already begun as an extremely frustrating night for Mike Lane, heâs backstage and storms into the office of Errol Flynt â who after being attacked earlier this evening is nursing his head with an ice pack.
âBefore you say a damn word kid, I know youâre pissed off,â Errol stops him in his tracks. âAnd what, you want revenge against Fate for beating you? Weâve got bigger fish to fry.â
Mike frowns at him.
âLike who?â Mike sneers back.
Errol stands up and walks over to his drinks cabinet, pouring himself and Mike a whisky then handing him the glass.
âThe American Capitalists, thatâs who. It was John Pathlow who attacked me earlier tonight kid and from what I understand, he was paid to do it.â
Rick Walker: âHold on a second, John Pathlow did that?â
Richard Roman: âThat wasnât the smartest move of his part.â
âWhat do you mean; paid?â Mike responds, taking a sip of his whisky. âAre you saying he didnât attack you because he wanted to?â
âThe 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 weâre going to war with the American Capitalists because you know they wonât give up that information easily,â Errol says with a command over his business and ideas. âThat also means that youâre going to need a partner.â
Rick Walker: âI donât know if anyone on this roster is going to want to take part in that war.â
Richard Roman: âHold on a second, you just have to think about this one. Whoever helps Mike Lane take on those two idiots and find out whoâs responsible will be in the bosses favour; I donât care where you work, thatâs the best place to be.â
Mike nods in agreement.
âDonât worry, Iâm pretty sure I can find someone on this roster who given the right reward, will be extremely helpful,â Mike boasts with a smirk, only to down the rest of his drink and place the glass on the cabinet. âJust leave it with me.â
And with that, The Phoenix heads out of the office, leaving Errol to finish his drink with a wry smile on his face.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â STANDARD MATCHÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″] ACID vs. waldo the clown  [/edgtf_highlight]
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 doesnât 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 Waldoâs glove responsible for shocking him. Waldo fights back with buzzing right hands â 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 â 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 doesnât know what to do, he stumbles forwards and The Clown catches hm.. SHIRANUI!! NO!! STEAM RELEASE!! STEAM JUST CAME OUT OF ACIDâS MASK AND NOW WALDO IS BLINDED! ACID WITH A ROLL UP⌠ONEâŚ. 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.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: ACIDÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âMONEYâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
After that amazing match, we catch Acid walking through the curtain backstage to be greeted by John Pathlow. John doesnât look too impressed and with a stern expression on his face, clearly has some bad news his victorious partner here tonight.
âRemember the job we took tonight?â he says looking at the blank expressionless eyes of his partner.âWell it has come back to bite us, just like I said it would. I donât care about Errol Flynt and his future son in law, effectively putting a price on our heads but what I do care about,â he says pointing to the ring, âIs the World Heavyweight Championship and our 50/50 split.â
Rick Walker: âHow are these two souly about money? They donât care about representing the OSW, they just want the money that title brings.â
Richard Roman: âSome people are in this business for titles, some for kicking peopleâs asses and some for making money, Ricky. These boys just want a quick buck and itâs going to get them hurt.â
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.
âWhatâs this?â The Alpha Dog seems confused. âHe paid us, right?â
Acid again nods.
Richard Roman: âIs this guy mute or something?â
âAlright then,â John cracks his knuckles. âI suppose itâs time we found out who paid you to pay us.â
And with that, Pathlow shuts the door on the camera, locking us out. Whilst the commentators remark about what theyâve 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: âThis is just gruesome! Utterly gruesome.â
Richard Roman: âBut you something Rick? It proves that even the American Capitalists donât yet know who paid them to take out Errol tonight.â
Rick Walker: âOf course, youâre right, it could of been anyone on the roster.â
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENTÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â DTR VS. MARCUS XÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
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.. OneâŚ. Kick Out. DTR wasnât 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 itâs 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⌠OneâŚ. 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 seeâs DTR drop to his kneeâs absolutely takes The Black Knightâs head off. He covers.. OneâŚ. TwoâŚ. Three!! There you have it! Dave The Rattlesnake is heading to the next round and that came literally out of no-where.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: DTRÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âa live studio audienceâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
âThe fresh prince of wrestling is filmed if front of a live audience.â
Music from the 90âs 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.
âWelcome to the show more exciting than an episode of the Power Rangers,â he beams, only to be interrupted somewhat by a girl who walks past. âSup b?â
The girl scoffs at him and after a long stare, he finally he turns his attention back to us again.
âI already told that Iâm all that and a bag of chips and Iâm not lying. In a few minutes time Iâm going to put on a wrestling clinic. Itâs going to have everything. Itâs going to have emotion, just like when Will and Carlton were arrested for being black. Itâs going to have action like an episode of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the unpredictability of Dawsonâs Creek.â
âExcuse me?â Suddenly comes a voice that interrupts him. Standing there with a smug look on his face is Professor Bordeaux. âShouldnât you be preparing for your schooling out there, instead of partying like some kind of animal? This isnât prom, Matthew.â
The music suddenly screeches to a halt and everyone turns to look at the obvious intruder.
âWho do you think you are; Mr. Belding or something? I know Mr. Belding and sir, you are no Mr. Belding.
âRick Walker: âThatâs right, he is no Mr. Belding.â
Richard Roman: âNo Mr. Belding, you say?â
Rick Walker: âNo Mr. Belding.â
All comedy aside, Matthew doesnât seem too impressed and neither does Professor Bordeaux.
âListen 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.â
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.
âFeenay! Fee-hee-hee-hee-nay! I said fa-ha-ha-Feenay! FEEE-NY!â
Rick Walker: âWell folks, if that wasnât something then guess what; Professor Bordeaux vs. Matthew Cories is up next.â
Richard Roman: âTime for that kid to get taught a valuable lesson if you ask me.â
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENTÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″] matthew cories vs. professor bordeaux [/edgtf_highlight]
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 itâs 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 itâs anyoneâs game. Slowly both men get back to their feet and itâs Bordeaux with a kick to the mid-section, pulling the kid in with a Double Underhook Facebuster position â 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.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: PROFESSOR BORDEAUXÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âDESTINY OR FATEâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
Fate is standing by backstage with Charlie Thompson, looking rather pleased with himself after an impressive debut victory earlier tonight.
âFate, earlier tonight you defeated Mike Lane to advance into-â
âHold on a second Thompson, can you hear that?â both of them stop speaking and listen in as the fans begin chanting his name. âThatâs the people, baby. Tonight they got their first taste of Fate and canât you tell theyâre salivating for more? It was destined that tonight I would advance in the tournament, just like I believe it is destiny that Iâll be standing on the mountain apex as your OSW World Heavyweight Champion.â
Rick Walker: âThese fans are really behind Fate here tonight.â
Richard Roman: âWhy? I don ât get it. He barely scraped past Mike Lane.â
Rick Walker: âThatâs not exactly true.â
âDestiny?â 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. âDestiny has nothing to do with it, nor does fate. I donât believe in destiny or fate, I believe in God. I believe in the Messiah and it is he who deserves credit for your success.â
Fate looks at him sideways, closing in.
âNo-body takes credit for what Fate does in that ring, do you understand me? You shouldnât be concerned with God or what Iâve done here tonight. You should be concerned with Hayden Hardkore.â
Desmond smiles, agreeing.
âYouâre 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, Iâve fought him before but you? You irk me. I will defeat him tonight and God willing, I will meet you in the tournament.â
Rick Walker: âFate vs. Cross? Can you imagine that match?â
Richard Roman: âThose are some strong views on the line in a wrestling match, lemme tell ya.â
Both men stare each other down and it isnât until Cross is about to walk away that Fate smiles.
âAs fate would have it.â he responds.
Cross chuckles and continues to walk away, leaving Fate with a big smile on his face.
World Heavyweight Championship Tournament
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENTÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″] lord merriweather vs. cosplay [/edgtf_highlight]
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 booâs and makes a purposeful walk to the ring, waiting for his two âmenâ to clean each ring step and then spread the ropes for his entry.
Rick Walker: âWell folks, weâre 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.â
Richard Roman: âI canât believe a man of his stature is being forced to compete against Cosplay here tonight.â
With a microphone now in hand, the wrinkled befuddled Merriweather speaks.
âTonight, in front of all you idiotic, moronic imbeciles,â he says to a roar of boos from the crowd. âIâm supposed to perform.â
Rick Walker: âThatâs why heâs on the roster.â
Richard Roman: âI disagree. Heâs simply adding class to the roster, thatâs all.â
âIâm 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,â he scoffs looking angrily around the audience. âSo Iâm out here to tell you exactly what I tried to tell Errol Flynt earlier tonight; I will not be competing.â
Rick Walker: âHe canât do that, can he?â
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: âLook at this moron and tell me he canât.â
Batman â as he apparently wants to be known has a microphone in hand and one or two words for Lord Richard Merriweather.
âAlfred!â he screams in a deep voice. âWhy arenât you in your outfit and in the Batcave? We have no time for these shenanigans.â
Merriweather looks towards Edwards and Stephen who shrug in confusion.
âThe world needs saving and youâre 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.â
âExcuse me?â Merriweather asks somewhat perturbed. âWho exactly do you think I am, young man?â
Batman scoffs loudly. âYouâre ALFRED, MY BUTLER!â
Rick Walker: âThatâs has not gone down well.â
Richard Roman: âFly away Batman, fly away.â
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: âHahaha! Thatâs brilliant.â
Stephen and Edward hold Batman down as Lord Richard hits the ropes, comes back and leaps into the airâŚ
Rick Walker: âJESUS CHRIST! THE FIRST CLASS STAMP!â
Richard Roman: âWhat agility for a man of what, eighty?â
Rick Walker: âHow can you condone this? Instead of wrestling this match, Merriweather has had his henchman attack poor Cosplay and lay him out.â
Merriweather bends down, shaking his head at Batman.
âMaybe one day youâll understand, Cosplay. Maybe one day all of you will too,â he points to the crowd around him as well. âBut only first class will do.â
He drops the microphone and demands that his henchmen open the ring for him so he can exit.
Richard Roman: âMaybe Cosplay can look on the bright side, huh? At least heâs into the final eight with a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Our Lord has just declined his opportunity to take part.â
Rick Walker: âYeah and good riddance.â
The scene fades to the backstage area with refereeâs attending to a poor unconscious Cosplay.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: COSPLAYÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âTHE JOKER MUST BE STOPPEDâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
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 heâs quickly approached by Fred Sanders.
âCosplay, can I get a quick word with you about what just happened out there?â Fred asks without much compassion, only to receive silence for his trouble. âCosplay? Hello?â
Cosplay doesnât even look at him.
âBatman?â That gets his attention. âYou realize that youâre not actually Batman, right?â Fred growls at him. âBatman wouldnât get his ass kicked by a feeble old man.â
Rick Walker: âThatâs not exactly true.â
Richard Roman: âThatâs how I saw it.â
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.
âBatman didnât get his ass kicked,â the gruff impersonated voice of Cosplay responds angrily.âSometimes the Batman has to fake getting his ass kicked so that he can trap the joker.â
With that said, out of the corner of his eye, Cosplay notices Waldo The Clown walking nearby.
âJOKER!!â he yells angrily in the direction of Waldo. âYou may think youâve gotten the upper hand on Batman but youâve only succeeded in making me want to lock you up in Arkham Asylum even more!â
Rick Walker: âThatâs not the Joker.â
Richard Roman: âYou couldâve fooled me.â
Waldo walks over, a giant smile on his face.
âOOOHHHHH HEHEHE HAHA, YOUâRE A SILLY LITTLE BOY AINâTCHA?â the clown reacts loudly, startling Batman â I mean Cosplay. âYou want me to tell you a joke?â he says pulling out a flower. âWhat did the flower say to the silly boy?â
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.
âThe Joker must be stopped!â
Rick Walker: âI honestly have no words to describe what we just witnessed.â
Richard Roman: âThatâs why I should be lead commentator. Iâll 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 â heâs the one that just sprayed water in Batmanâs 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..â
Rick Walker: âWhy thank you Richard.â
Richard Roman: âNot a problem.â
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENTÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â MARVELOUS MASTER CHEF VS. JOHN PATHLOWÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
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 heâs losing his patience and heads up topâŚ. 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⌠ONEâŚ. 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 thereâs going to be some hell to pay for that.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: MARVELOUS MASTER CHEFÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âCALLING 911â  [/edgtf_highlight]
The sound of âChariots of Fireâ 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 âThe Enforcerâ 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 âOSWâ and soaked in sweat. In addition,
Rick Walker: âWell here comes Brent Kersh, some of whom have called a massive coup for OSW.â
Richard Roman: âHeâs a huge star in the world of wrestling and not one many expected to make a debut with us. Personally though, I canât say I rate the guy.â
Rick Walker: âBrent 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.â
âThe Enforcerâ 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 â 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.
âItâs been a long time no see, huh?â Brent asks the crowd who cheer at his return to professional wrestling. âThe last time I stood in a ring ready to compete, it was two years prior and I must admit, Iâve missed this. Thereâs 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; Iâm ready to fight.â
The fans pop, chanting his name.
âNow tonight, there appears to be a World Championship tournament that Iâve not been invited to participate in,â Brent remarks to a boo from the crowd, only to put up his hand and signal that itâs okay.âNo, itâs okay, really. I donât mind working my way up from the very bottom but that means starting with my opponent tonight; 9⌠1âŚ. 1!â
â911! 911! 911!â
The booming, emblematic sound bite of âNINE-ONE-ONEâ (similar to that of the nWoâs âNEW-NEW-NEW WORLD ORDERâ) precedes the start of Pearl Jamâs 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: âAsk and you shall receive.â
Rick Walker: âThis is going to be one hell of a match but I wonder what 911 has to say for himself.â
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.
âYou know Kersh, I didnât exactly know what to expect when I came out here. It would seem that youâre not the only one starting from the bottom and that our match tonight, itâs a show stopper for the pair of us,â he says as Brent nods in agreement. âWhich 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 wonât be me.â
Brent chuckles to himself as well.
âIâve done this dance before, son. Iâve been in the ring opposite cocky young guys like you for many years and do you know whatâs always happened? Whether itâs a one-two-three or a tap-tap-tap, you always end up eating your words,â Brent lets him know with a smile. The fans meanwhile are quickly beginning to split between them, with chants directed at both men. âSo how about we stop with the yapping and get to the fighting?â
The Enforcer chucks his microphone to the canvas and give 911 a wink, who hasnât quite finished.
âSounds good to me. But let me leave you with something to dwell on whilst Iâm kicking your ass; when Iâm done with you, who you gonna call?â
With that, 911 also drops his microphone and it looks like this one is on.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENTÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â BRENT KERSH VS. 911 [/edgtf_highlight]
Before this ambulance match can even start itâs 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 âWho ya gonna callâ loudly into the audience, receiving â911â back in support. Kersh meanwhile stands focused, listening with a big olâ smile as his half of the crowd chant back âYouâre going home in an ambulance.â
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 Kershâ 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 Brentâs teeth out. The Goodwill Samaritan grabs Kersh by the head and hops onto the ring apron, spinning off with A THUNDEROUS TORNADO DDT!! âHoly Shitâ 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 â 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 â 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.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: BRENT KERSHÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âSPORTSMANLIKE CONDUCTâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
The match might be over and the ambulance driving off but that doesnât stop the doors from suddenly flying open in mid-drive, 911 launching himself out and into a roll across the concrete floor.
Richard Roman: âWHAT THE HELL?!â
Rick Walker: âDid we REALLY just see that?â
Brent canât 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: âThis might get a little rough.â
But instead of letting him go, The Enforcer stops him.
âDamn kid, youâve got some balls,â 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. âGood match, man.â
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: âThat has to be the most sportsmanlike match weâve seen here tonight?â
Richard Roman: âIt makes you sick, doesnât it?â
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âFIGHTING WORDSâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
âGOD DAMNIT!â is what we hear as the segment opens backstage with The Black Knight throwing his gym bag against a wall. Heâs pissed off at being beaten by DTR toight, if only by a small margain. Heâs 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. âWhatâs so fuckinâ funny?â
âOh come on, you donât see it? Thereâs this big idiot in front of me, crying because he lost tonight. I suppose we canât all taste the sweet taste of victory, can we?â Matt says with a I-want-to-knock-his-teeth-out grin.
âAnd who the fuck are you?â bluntly asks Marcus, who obviously isnât a happy man.
Matt stands up and gets closer, tilting his head.
âYeah, thatâs a good one. The era of incredibility started tonight and youâll have me believe Iâm a fool if you didnât witness it. But Iâll tell you this, if you donât want to witness it again, Iâd get outta here.â
Rick Walker: âThem be fighting words, me thinks.â
Richard Roman: âMarcus doesnât want any piece of the Incredible One, let me assure you.â
âIâll tell you something, if you think youâre so tough that you wonât get bounced in a match with me, how about we put that to the test?â Marcus considers. âNext week on Afterburn, The Black Knight vs. Matt Lennox inside a Steel Cage.â
Rick Walker: âWell Holy crap.â
Richard Roman: âThat escalated quickly.âMatt grins.
âIf you want to lock yourself inside a Cage with me, thatâs your problem. Iâll see you next week on Afterburn.â
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: âTHATâS A CHEAP SHOT!!.â
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 didnât expect that, which means next week on Afterburn, Lennox is going to have an angry Knight on his hands.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENTÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â ED FAMOUS VS. ZEEK WILLIAMS [/edgtf_highlight]
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 didnât 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 wasnât 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⌠OneâŚ. 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⌠OneâŚ. Two⌠Three!! What a victory and what a war of words. These two just tore up Afterburn but itâs Zeek Williams heading to the final eight.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: ZEEK WILLIAMSÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]  âTHEFTâ  [/edgtf_highlight]
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.
âLadies and Gentlemen, we hope youâve been enjoying the show,â he says to a big cheer from the crowd.âGood, 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 theyâre all fighting for the gold underneath this cloth.â
âLET US SEE IT!â clap clap clap. âLET US SEE IT!â clap clap clap.
Rick Walker: âI think heâd better hurry up.â
âOkay, so without further ado-â
Suddenly the hyped up beginning of Lil Wayneâs âWatch My Shoesâ 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: âUhmâŚâ
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 doesnât quite know what to make of it.
âWhat can I do for you?â 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: âI think Roman had better get the hell out of there.â
Suddenly, SKILLET TO THE GLASS CASE! The skillet crashes straight through it, making the Championship readily available and MMC doesnât even hesitate before yanking the belt out and turning to run.
Rick Walker: âHold on a second, he canât do that! Somebody stop him! Heâs trying to steal the OSW World Heavyweight Championship!â
The opening riff from âOpen Your Eyesâ 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.
âCut the music, cut it!â he yells successfully. âNow whoa, hold your horses there cookie,â Dave says with a hand raised. âI know what youâre trying to do. Youâre trying to steal the OSW World Heavyweight Championship, am I right?â
Rick Walker: âDonât state the obvious, just stop him!â
Marvellous nods enthusiastically.
âI have to be honest with you, it isnât the first time Iâve seen it done. Iâll give you an A+ for enthusiasm but a D- for creativity,â Dave says to a crowd chuckle whilst heading down the ramp towards the ring. âSo being that weâre both still in the tournament and both still within a shot of winning that thing, Iâd ask you to put it back. You see, when I win the tournament and collect my Championship, I donât want to be picking pieces of burrito off of it for the foreseeable future.â
By now DTR has rolled under the bottom rope and entered the ring. He looks down at Richard Roman whoâs holding his head in pain and smirks.
âThe seventies called, they want their moustache back,â The Rattlesnake comments to a rapturous ovation of cheers. âNow look Chef, I donât want to have to take it from you and put it back but if I have to, Iâm going to. So how about you save us both the throw down and simply pop it back inside that case and weâll be on our way.â
The Chef sighs a big puff of air before turning around and facing the case.
âThatâs a good-â
WHACK!! WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP TO THE SKULL!!
âOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!â
Rick Walker: âJesus Christ! This animal is out of control!â
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: âSomeone needs to stop him now! Heâs stealing the OSW World Title!â
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENTÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â HAYDEN HARDKORE VS. DESMOND CROSS [/edgtf_highlight]
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 itâs The Messiahâs 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! âOhhhhâ cheer the fans as Cross nearly had it. Desmond is looking to finish this now and pulls Hardkore up â 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⌠OneâŚ. TwoâŚTHR-NO! Thatâs not going to do it. He begins winding up his left hand to a buzzing âOOOOHHHHHâ from the crowd and when Desmond gets back to his feet â POWER OF THE SOUTHPAW! A CRACKING LEFT HAYMAKER THAT COULDâVE 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⌠ONEâŚ. TWOâŚ. THREE!! Desmond Cross is going to the final eight!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER: DESMOND CROSSÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â MAKE YOU FAMOUSÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
Weâre 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: âWhat a shot!â
Rick Walker: âWe need security back there to break this up as soon as possible.â
Williams falls to the floor in a heap and is visibly busted wide open but Ed doesnât appear to be finished. He stomps away at him before walking off and grabbing himself a steel chair. He places it over Zeekâs throat and takes a seat, lording over him.
âIt isnât that Iâm a sore loser, I hope you understand,â Ed says catching his breath. âItâs just that I donât like you very much, Ezekiel.â
Richard Roman: âYou donât say?â
Rick Walker: âYou could tell by their match earlier that this one wasnât going to be settled so quickly.â
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 CANâT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS!
Rick Walker: âENOUGH, DAMNIT!â
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: âIâm telling you right now, thereâs going to be a match between these two soon and when there is, theyâre going to tear the house down.â
Richard Roman: âGood riddance to bad rubbish, is what I say.â
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP BATTLE ROYALÂ Â [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â HAYDEN HARDKORE VS. DESMOND CROSS [/edgtf_highlight]
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 â 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!
âHoly Shit!â chants break out as all three men lay crumpled on the floor. Itâs 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 fanâs canât believe it and booâs 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 thatâs 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 â causing it to come to a crashing halt. Hayden starts beating the holy shit out of the limo with his pipe and thatâs 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 heâs into the cover.. OneâŚ. 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!!Weâve a new Hardcore Champion! Thereâs about three minutes left and The Clown struts back to the ring, dancing along the way as the fans boo, clearly not impressed. Itâs then that Hayden Hardkore comes barrelling out from behind the curtain with his led pipe, CRASHING IT OVER WALDOâS HEAD! The fans roar and weâre 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 doesnât 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 â 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. OneâŚ. TwoâŚ. Three! Weâve a new Hardcore Champion and surely thatâs 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!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#fca951″ color=”#000000″]Â WINNER & OSW HARDCORE CHAMPION: MATTHEW CORIESÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″]Â FLUTTERÂ [/edgtf_highlight]
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 â 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: âWhat the hell is going on?â
Richard Roman: âI canât see a thing, can you?â
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: âHoly shit! What the hell is that?â
Richard Roman: âThatâs the thing nightmares are made of!!â
Matthew doesnât 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: âHE JUST CHOKESLAMMED MATTHEW CORIES OUT OF HIS DAMN BOOTS!â
Richard Roman: âWhy!? Whatâs going on here?â
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, heâs no-where to be seen and the crowd have no idea what to make of it.
Itâs then that we fade to black.