Aftershock 7

[Viola Moonlight]

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A roar greets us as we pan around the arena to the commentary table where Becky Serra and Johnny Klamor are sat.

"Good evening guys and gals, I'm Rebecca Serra alongside my veteran broadcast colleague Johnny Klamor and welcome to another great episode of WZCW Aftershock! We have the best in WZCW's future right here."

"And when we talk about the future of WZCW, we have to talk about the Kings of Hate and Ace Stevens, all of whom are in action tonight."

"Ace Stevens seems to have drawn the short straw as he teams up with a recent opponent in Stevenson Marquel and a bright new tag team in Strikeforce."

"I call a farce, a ploy against Ace Stevens, he could well beat Strikeforce by himself but he has been handicapped by a giant lump, new Mayhem Champion Stevenson Marquel "

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Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to Aftershock the WZCW Tag Team Champions, Austin Reynolds and Ricky Runn, Runn Reynolds Runn!!

"This is a nice unadvertised surprise!"

"Speak for yourself Serra."

Austin and Ricky sprint down to the ramp with the traditional vigour and energy. They roll into the ring and pose on opposite corners before stepping down and meeting in the middle of the ring. They pick up a mic each and begin to address the fans.

"Guys, we have a massive announcement of which we will see plenty of Aftershock go around the world!"

"And unsurprisingly its about the huge match at Kingdom Come IV, our tag team title match needs to be one to steal the show and draws ratings for the division for the rest of the year. It's never happened before until now. So with that in mind we will be facing Strikeforce and the winner of the triple threat tag team match later in a ....."

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Blade steps out with the Sons of Destiny behind him. Scott Hammond has a mic in his hand.

"Hold it right there sonny boyo. We are your first, last and only option for the match at Kingdom Come. So save this news because you won't be in the match."

"What are you going to do about it Scott?"

"Ricky you cocky little shit, I...we are going to beat it out of you!"

"I smell a beating, Sons of Destiny style!"

Hammond strides forward, Overlast and Blade follow behind him. As Hammond reaches the bottom of the ramp, he slides in the ring and Ricky and Austin pounce on him but Blade holds Overlast back at ringside. In the meantime, Hammond has been whipped to the corner where the champions follow up with a enziguri/lungblower combination.

"I don't know what Blade and Overlast are playing at but Hammond has been left to the wolves"

"Blade has made the call. Hammond is clearly not the chosen one we all thought. It must have been the plan all along!"

Blade and Overlast back up the ramp and turn around at the top to see a double springboard headbutt and moonsault crush Hammond. As Hammond desperately tries to recover, RRR signal to the crowd that they want to hit their trademark team move, Ricky springboards off the ropes and hit Hammond in the throat with a lariat as Austin holds him up.

"Runn Reynolds Runn have held off the attack of the Sons of Destiny, or at least one of them. Scott Hammond is done!"

Ricky and Austin stare up the ramp as Overlast and Blade disappear. They look back at Hammond and now accept him as no threat. They raise their championship belts in the air as their music begins to play again.

"But we didn't get the big announcement! They are frauds!"

"I don't blame and I suspect Austin and Ricky will make it soon enough. And it is likely to be well worth the wait!"

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Anderson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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[FONT=&quot]Anderson: Making his way to the ring, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 240 pounds, The Cinderella Man, Jason Armstrong![/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]There is not much reaction as Armstrong walks onto the stage, surveying the crowd. He paces down the ramp and up the stairs into the ring. He runs the ropes from left to right.[/FONT]

Serra: Two new additions to the roster here tonight looking to make an impression on the fans.

Klamor: This guy’s already made an impression on me; I think I saw him in some cave paintings.

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[FONT=&quot]Anderson: and his opponent, from Manila, Philippines, weighing in at 210 pounds, Mr Manila, Daniel Dela Cruz![/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Dela Cruz runs onto the ramp, high-fiving fans as he goes, he slides into the ring and crouches in prayer in the corner, before jumping up to the middle rope, arms raised. The crowd has started to liven up for this match.[/FONT]

Serra: This young and eager Filipino started in his own backyard Klamour.

Klamor: He should’ve stayed there if he knew what was good for him.

[FONT=&quot]Dela Cruz and Armstrong lock up in the early going, with both men trying to get a grasp on the other’s leg. Dela Cruz connects with a kick to the right knee and sends his opponent to the mat. He goes for a quick pin; 1...Armstrong powers out, rolling onto his back. He stomps on Armstrong’s knee and stands him up, whipping him into the turnbuckle, as Armstrong staggers backwards Cruz sweeps the right leg causing him to hit the mat, his right knee taking yet another hit as it bounces.[/FONT]

Serra: Dela Cruz has come a long way from his back yard; he’s in there with an Olympic level athlete.

Klamor: He’s not an Olympic level athlete; he tore his ACL before he got there.

[FONT=&quot]Armstrong is laid on his back clutching his knee as Cruz slowly walks over to Armstrong. Suddenly, Armstrong grabs a leg and forces Cruz to the ground; his head bounces off of the mat. The Cinderella man is first to his feet from playing possum and hits the ropes as Cruz hops straight into a lariat, sending him flipping onto his back. Armstrong sits Cruz up and applies the body scissors. Taking elbows to the midsection as he tries to wriggle free. Armstrong releases the hold as he knows Cruz will struggle free easily and grabs Cruz by the waist, standing him up then rolling backwards in a devastating German Suplex; the momentum carries his opponent over and onto his chest. Cruz is rolling on the floor holding the back of his head.[/FONT]

Klamor: Oh! That’s more like it from the old timer! That was Olympic level form right there!

[FONT=&quot]Armstrong is motioning for Mr Manilla to get up. He lifts his hands into the air and a small response from the crowd in his favour. Cruz dives forward, forcing his shoulder into the injured knee yet again whilst Armstrong was distracted. Now Cruz is waiting for Armstrong to stand, as he reaches his knees Cruz connects with a dropkick right to the jaw of Armstrong. Cruz runs the ropes and goes for a springboard moonsault. Armstrong rolls out of the way and Cruz is left curled up in the middle of the mat. Armstrong gets up as fast as he can and unleashes with some vicious kicks to the ribs, one almost sounding like bones had been broken. He goes for the cover; 1...2...KICKOUT![/FONT]

Serra: Armstrong is really working the upper body here.

Klamor: I don’t think this kid is going to give up that easily. He said he’s never quit in his life.

[FONT=&quot]Armstrong grabs Cruz by the head and forces him to stand. Armstrong goes for a suplex but Cruz hooks his leg and stays grounded. Cruz manages a suplex of his own and clings on. He rolls over and goes for a second, the crowd starting to count with him. TWO! He goes for a third but Armstrong gets loose whipping Cruz into the ropes. Hiptoss to Cruz followed by a vicious elbow drop. Armstrong goes for the pin; 1...2... KICKOUT! Armstrong is getting a bit frustrated at this, looking at the referee who explains to him it was a two. He nods his head in compliance. This has bought Cruz some time; allowing him to get up and kick the back of Armstrong with a resounding crack. He stands Armstrong up and whips him into the corner; Cruz follows him in with a Hesitation Dropkick right to the knee. Armstrong collapses in the ring as Cruz hypes up the crowd before he goes for the cover 1...2... KICKOUT! Cruz climbs to the top, waiting for Armstrong to stand. He goes for a flying crossbody but Armstrong catches Cruz in midair. However, his knee is unstable and it gives way on him, collapsing on the ground.[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]Armstrong struggles to try and stand on his right knee as he takes another dropkick straight to the knee from Cruz. Armstrong goes down yet again as Cruz jumps from the middle rope to the top. Launching into a moonsault.[/FONT]

Serra: Cruz is going for a double jump springboard moonsault, he calls it MYMP! Incredible agility!

[FONT=&quot]Armstrong counters, leaving Mr Manila clutching his ribs in the centre of the ring.[/FONT]

Klamor: He should really stop trying to go for moonsaults...

[FONT=&quot]Armstrong manages to get to his feet and he picks up Cruz, hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Armstrong cannot capitalise to find the pin and Cruz is clutching his head from the shot. Both men are down in the ring.[/FONT]

Serra: This could be the deciding moment folks, who’ll get up first.

[FONT=&quot]The ref starts to count the two downed men. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR; Armstrong is leaning on the ropes and is making good progress as Cruz gets to his knees. FIVE; Armstrong is standing against the ropes and Cruz is almost upright. SIX; As soon as Armstrong steps away from the ropes, his knee gives way again. SEVEN; Cruz makes it to his feet and stops the count.[/FONT]

Klamor: Looks like the old timer can’t stay upright. He’s surely a sitting duck for Cruz now! This kid is fast, there’s no way Anderson will be able to keep up.

[FONT=&quot]He goes after Armstrong who is barely able to stand, hitting him with pele kick. Armstrong staggers around as Cruz hits him with a flying knee, followed up by a DDT. He goes for the cover; 1... 2... Armstrong somehow puts his arm on the ropes to break up the pin.[/FONT]

Serra: Cruz was so close.

Klamor: This has to be it! The old man can barely stand!

Cruz looks at the referee, clearly frustrated. He picks up Armstrong and sets up for another DDT but Armstrong manages to counter the attempt and somehow hits his Road to Redemption; leaving Cruz laid out on the mat. Armstrong reaches for a pin 1...2...3!

*ding ding ding*

[FONT=&quot]Anderson: Here is your winner, Jason Armstrong![/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Armstrong stands with arms raised at his victory. He stumbles as he makes his way back up the ramp, celebrating as he goes.[/FONT]

Serra: Oh my! Armstrong gets the victory from nowhere! He can barely stand Klamor, he’s going to need to get that knee looked at.

Klamor: No doubt Becky, Cruz should have won this match a long time ago.

Serra: The Cinderella man lives up to his name.

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We are backstage in the WZCW catering area where Hiro Kota Koji is pigging out on the food, stuffing his face as if he hasn't had food for many days. His wrestling attire is clearly too small for his newly acquired over-lapping stomach and is stained with BBQ sauce. He sits with new guy Robbie Blooze who sits there watching him eat it all, jaw open as he doesn't believe what he's seeing.

Wow... you can definitely put it away.

Robbie looks up and Hiro turns around to see where the voice has come from. Both are confused as it came from Blade who slams Hiro's face into the platter of food, suffocating him in more BBQ sauce. Robbie tries to help out Hiro and jumps over the table but Blade hits him with a series of punches before throwing him over more tables. The other staff members clear out of the room as Blade continues to drown Hiro in a pool of his own sauce, continuously going until there is no movement. Robbie comes back and tries fighting but Blade kicks him in the groin and hits the Halo on Robbie. He stands on top of everything, smirking at what he has done and exits the room. A few moments later, medical personnel enter the room to check up on both men, as well as Chuck Myles who immediately leaves, pulling out a phone.

Serra: What the hell is all that about?

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Anderson: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

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Anderson: Introducing first, from Manhattan, NY, weighing in at 217 lbs, Hollywood Jameson.

Jameson starts walking out to the ring by completely ignoring the crowd and he looks like if he is for sure winning tonight.

Serra: Well, here we go with one of our rookie matches.

Klamor: Let us see if this kid can show us why he was a bodyguard for some top celebrities.

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Anderson: And his opponent for the evening, from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, weighting 222 lbs, Joseph Greaves.

Greaves walks out and stands on top of the ramp looking at the crowd. He then he proceeds to stretch out his arms in glory. Jameson is confused as to why he sees someone else who isn't his scheduled opponent. He complains to the referee but he shrugs as Greaves walks down the ramp and slides straight into the ring.

Serra: Greaves looks like he is ready for a fight, despite Jameson's concerns.

Klamor: I hope they bust each other’s skulls open.

The ref then calls for the bell and starts the match. Both men then proceed towards the middle of the ring. They go for a quick lockup, Jameson but shows his strength and tosses to the mat Joseph. Joseph looks in amazement at what Jameson just did while Jameson gets a huge smirk on his face.

Klamor: WOW! Jameson show why he was a bodybuilder.

Serra: That is true. Jameson is showing that he is going to bring it in this match.

Greaves uses the ropes to get up and goes for another lockup. This time it’s Greaves showing he won’t be pushed and tosses Jameson to the mat. Right away Jameson gets up and goes for a clothesline to knock down Joseph. He then goes for a quick pin, but only gets a 1 count. He then grabs Greaves by the hair and completely ignores the calling of the ref. Just as Joseph gets back up he goes for a instant roll-up.... 1.... 2.... kick-out by Greaves!

Serra: These men are trying to one up another.

Klamor: Who cares? We want to see some real action here.

Jameson gets up to his knees, but gets nailed by an enzuigiri from Joseph. Instead, of going for a pin Greaves goes to the outside and starts talking smack to some of the fans in attendance. He goes back inside the ring, but Jameson goes for another clothesline again. Then he immediately picks up Joseph and hits a perfect DDT and goes for a cover.... 1... 2.... kick-out!

Serra: Ouch! That has to hurt.

Klamor: I’m starting to like this somewhat aggressive side from Jameson. He wants to show management that they’re ready for the big leagues.

Jameson can’t believe that Greaves kicked out. He seems that he wants to end this now. He waits for Joseph to get up in order to hit a big boot. He once again waits for Greaves and this time runs off the ropes and hits a big time diving crossbody.

Serra: It looks like Jameson wants to make sure Greaves won’t get up, so he is just pretty much hitting him with everything he has.

Klamor: Let’s see if these can end it by doing that.

Jameson once more waits for Joseph to get up, but this time Greaves gets the surprise attack and hits Jameson with a huge dropkick out of nowhere. Jameson quickly goes to the outside before Greaves can go for a pin attempt. Joseph goes after Jameson, but gets hit by knife-edge-chop to the chest. The crowd goes for an immediate “Wooo!” as Jameson throws Greaves into the ring. He follows but Joseph hits a running clothesline. He then proceeds to pick up Jameson on his shoulders and hits a torturous electric chair drop.

Klamor: That has to do it for Jameson right there.

Serra: Hold your horses , he has to go for pinfall first in order to win.

Even with the pain from the previous move, Greaves goes for a cover.... 1....... 2.............. kick-out!

Klamor: How did he do that?

Serra: Um, determination.

Now, Joseph also looks frustrated by the fact he can’t put away Jameson. He now is starting to stalk him as if he were his prey. Jameson get up and tries to hit another big boot, but Greaves ducks out of the way and goes behind Jameson to hit Breaking the Trend.... 1...... 2............ 3!

The referee rings the bell and declares Greaves the winner, to an audience who really isn't all that excited about who won.

Anderson: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall, Joseph Greaves!!!

Serra: That was an impressive showing by both men.

Klamor: Who cares about how much effort you put into a match? The only thing that matters is the win.

Joseph goes up to the ramp along with the ref, so he can raise his hand in victory. Jameson is still in the ring in with disappointment in his face while still holding his neck.

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We see Jack Skinner doing the last of his weights as Hunter Jackson is meditating on the floor. Skinner puts down the weights and goes over to Jackson.

You ready to get ourselves a tag team title shot?

There is no response from Jackson as he continues meditating. Skinner looks at Jackson and waves a hand in front of his face. Nothing happens so Skinner goes to poke Jackson but he grabs his finger almost suddenly and grips it into a submission.

Okay... okay... let go please.

Jackson does so and gets up, bowing at Skinner before walking out of the room.

Geez... I just asked you a question.

Serra: Tag team qualifier up next!

Klamor: I can't wait!

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Anderson: The following contest is a Triple Threat tag team match scheduled for one fall where the winner will go on to compete for the WZCW Tag Team Championships at Kingdom Come IV!

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The crowd cheers as they remember this familiar tag team. Talent jumps out in excitement, immediately going to the fans and slapping hands with audience members. Beard follows behind looking very serious.

Anderson: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 550 pounds; the B.L.T!

Klamor: I thought these guys were jobbers?

Serra: Looks like they've impressed someone to stay alive and earn a shot at glory here tonight.

Beard has entered the ring as Talent is still on the outside with the fans. He slides into the ring, both men keeping some sort of distance from each other.

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The crowd boos as they see that the two men coming out to the music are Joe West and Darren Bull, who taunt the crowd trying to get them to hate them. They bump into each other and distance themselves but continue down the ramp.

Anderson: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 431 pounds; Joe West & Darren Bull... the Kings of Hate!

Serra: What happened to tag teams being... well, friendly with each other?

Klamor: Hate is the new trust, just like West and Bull have it.

Instead of sliding into the ring, both men wait on the outside as BLT currently occupy the ring. The two teams talking trash to each other.

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The crowd makes its loudest reaction of the night thus far as they cheer for Skinner and Hunter walk out slowly, bowing to the crowd. They walk down in unison with Skinner waving at the fans with a refreshed smile and Hunter nodding.

Anderson: Finally, at a combined weight of 335 pounds; Jack Skinner & Hunter Jackson... the Shaolin Jacks!

Klamor: Oh God, here comes my favourite tag team. I still don't understand Skinner's involvement with this Buddhist wannabe.

Serra: Skinner finally found what he's been looking for in WZCW and he's riding the wave of opportunity. You should be congratulating him.

West and Bull enter the ring as Jackson and Skinner get to ringside, using the stairs the enter the ring as well. They bow to the crowd once more before the referee tries to sort things out. He tells Skinner/Jackson to get on the apron and they oblige. Talent gets out on the apron leaving Beard in the middle. West and Bull are arguing over who should start the match. Bull tries getting on the apron but West pulls Bull back and gets on the apron himself, forcing the ref to signal for the bell to start the match.

Bull and West continue arguing but eventually Bull turns around to see the Beard smiling at him. Bull gives off a smirk and starts talking trash to the Beard, telling him how he has no chance in hell he is going to win. He starts poking Beard and it wipes the smile of his face. Bull gives Beard a palm strike across the face, not doing anything at all to Beard. Bull goes from cocky to concerned as Beard wraps one hand around the throat of Bull, lifting him up to hit a Gorilla Press Slam. Bull hits the canvas hard as Talent is ecstatic with Beard's move. Bull scrambles over to West and tags him in quickly, rolling out the ring. The crowd laughs as Bull orders West to go after Beard. Reluctantly, West enters and he decides not to piss off the big man and goes for a lock-up. West immediately hits some knees whilst he has the big man trapped, getting him down to one knee. West let's go of the lock-up and hits a dropkick to the Beard, knocking him down. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... kick-out by Beard. West gets up and yells at Bull that this is the way you're supposed to handle the opponent. West turns around and slaps Beard across the face as he is getting up. The crowd boos as Beard doesn't retaliate as he isn't on his feet yet. West brings him up and goes for a neckbreaker but Beard pushes West away. West runs at Beard but gets a backbeaker for his troubles. Beard shakes his head and goes to tag in his partner, Talent. The crowd cheers for the switch.

Serra: Looks like these "jobbers" are getting quite the reception from the crowd.

Klamor: Who said they were jobbers? They are talent enhancements.

Talent jumps right in and hits a running clothesline on West, and another. West gets up and Talent is there to hit a kesagiri chop to stop West in his tracks, followed by a gamengiri. Talent proceeds to pick up West and whip him into the Shaolin Jacks corner. Skinner blind tags West when no-one is looking before Talent runs at West and hits a Stinger Splash. Talent signals for his finisher as Skinner jumps from behind and slaps on his patent Midnight Deadline submission. Talent is quick to drop and force Skinner to be snapmared. Skinner is quick to his feet, faster than Talent, and locks Talent in a front-face lock, hitting MMA style knees to the face of Talent. He pushes Talent away and hits an enzuigiri, forcing Talent to one knee. Skinner runs off the ropes and hits a running kick to the face of Talent. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... kick-out by Talent. He picks up Talent and whips him into his corner, going over to tag with Jackson. The crowd pops as Jackson bows to the crowd and enters, the two of them executing Double Poetry in Motion before Jackson goes for the cover... 1... 2... kick-out by Talent. Jackson gets to his feet, allowing Talent to get up as well. He is confused at the tactics of Jackson and figures it'd be best to tag someone in. He goes over to Bull and tags him in blindly. Bull complains that he doesn't want to face the monk again but is forced in by the referee. Jackson smiles as Bull walks up to him and slaps him across the face in disrespect. He then hits a few knife-edge chops across the chest of Jackson, who is treating this as a test of physical strength rather than pain. Bull grabs the head of Jackson and goes for a double knee lift but Jackson spins around the back of Bull, hitting a superkick to the back of Bull. He goes down to both knees as Jackson runs to the ropes and hits a springboard somersault corkscrew attack on Bull. The crowd is in awe and applause as Jackson covers... 1... 2... kick-out.

Klamor: I hate passive people but that was truly inspiring.

Serra: Jackson might not want to be on the offense but that doesn't mean he can't pull out devastating moves.

Jackson assists Bull to his feet but he hits Jackson in the stomach with a few shots, before successfully hitting that double knee lift he attempt earlier. Jackson grabs his face as Bull hits a spinning heel kick before hitting a fisherman's suplex. Jackson realises where he landed and tags back in the Beard. Bull sees him entering and quickly runs over to Skinner, tagging him in. Skinner quickly enters as Beard has just made his way through the ropes and tries running at him for a clothesline. It has effect but not enough to knock down Beard. He moves back and goes for a big boot but Beard blocks the attack, instantly hitting a belly to belly suplex on Skinner with a cover... 1... 2... kick-out. Skinner holds his back and goes over to the ropes to pull himself up. Beard waits as Skinner turns around, hitting a sidewalk slam. Beard gets up and runs off the ropes to hit a high speed leg drop. He goes for the cover again and still only a 2 count. He puts Skinner in his corner and tags in Talent. Talent trots towards the middle of the ring and The Beard throws him into the opponent in the corner. Talent slides out of the way as The Beard crashes in with a splash of his own before exiting the ring. Talent takes the pin... 1... 2... West runs into the ring and breaks up the count. The referee takes care of West as Bull drops down, sneaks around and hits a flying clothesline on Talent to knock him down. Beard goes after Bull but he is faster and runs away. Jackson out of nowhere hits a tornado DDT on Bull, sending him crashing into the canvas. West passes the referee and springboard kick off the ropes, knocking Jackson to the outside. West forgets about Beard and turns around, seeing the big man charge at him. West low-bridges the rope and over goes Beard. West gets back on the apron as Talent and Skinner are both recovering.

Klamor: We need a new referee out here. This match is getting out of control... West is doing a better job than he is.

Serra: Yeah, he cleared the mess he made. Someone should definitely give that man a striped shirt.

Skinner is able to get up first and go behind Talent, locking in his Midnight Deadline once more. The crowd is behind Skinner to finally lock this up in the bag as Talent begins to fade into obscurity. Talent is passing out until West comes in again, breaks up the submission and pulls Skinner into his corner. He blind tags Skinner and although the ref is yelling at him, he must allow West into the ring. He quickly picks up Talent and goes for the West Airlines. He is about to hit it until Talent slides out of the move. West turns around and is hit with the Muscle Buster by Talent... 1... 2... 3!

Skinner is too late and cannot break up the pin in time, giving the victory to Talent with the crowd cheering. Beard slides into the ring and he picks up Talent, giving him a brief nod before they raise their hands in victory.

Anderson: Here are your winners; B.L.T!

Serra: And the talent enhancements have earned themselves a tag team title shot! What an upset!

Klamor: Who are you calling enhancements? I see the next greatest tag team in WZCW history and you sit there degrading them.

Serra: I sure am, Johnny. Congratulations to those two: such a close call as it looked like the Jacks had it.

Klamor: Looks like they'll have to wait for another opportunity to rise if they want to make the big card.

BLT are walking up the ramp as Jackson has made it to the ring, consoling Skinner on the loss who seems upset. Bull drags West out of the ring, shaking his head as the fans taunt them for losing.

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We see Blade walking backstage with Chuck Myles trying to catch up to him, not looking very happy. He catches up to him and stands in his way.

What the hell was what?

Blade smiles.

I have no idea what you are talking about.

Myles has gotten really agitated.

You know what I'm talking about Blade. You viciously attacked two of my wrestlers and now they've been taken to hospital. One has been taken to get his neck checked out and the other has to get his lungs pumped out because you thought it would be funny to drown a man in BBQ sauce. Thank God both men are still alive.... I should fire you right now!

Save it... you haven't got the power anyway. I just wanted to get your attention: now that I do, I want to speak to someone with authority around here because I have a business proposition.

Myles shakes his head.

Fine... but you'll have to wait until next week. I can't summon them upon command, you know?

Blade smiles.

I'm glad we could do business.

Blade walks off as Myles exhales heavily. He pulls out his phone again and makes a call.

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Anderson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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The crowd goes wild as Howard and Stormrage burst out onto the stage, getting the fans pumped. Stormrage starts psyching Howard up with physical slaps as Howard gets Stormrage fired up with each slap. They hi-5 each other before heading down the ramp.

Anderson: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 538 pounds; James Howard and Mikey Stormrage... Strikeforce!

Klamor: Wow... it's amazing how this tag team phenomena works: only a few weeks in and these guys already have a cult following.

Serra: It's not hard to understand why these guys are loved. They've been on a roll since their arrival and they really care for the audience.

Both men enter the ring with Howard going on one turnbuckle, raising one arm into the air as Stormrage does his "Game Over" signature taunt.

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The crowd continues to cheer as the Mayhem champion walks out with a smile on his face, limping as he usually does favouring his right leg. He sings the lyrics to his song as he makes his way down the ring, clapping the hands of fans.

Anderson: And their opponent, first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 282 pounds, he is the WZCW Mayhem Champion; Stevenson Marquel!

He hops onto the apron and gets into the ring, raising his arms for the fans before looking at his opponents who show each other signs of respect by nodding and smiling.

Serra: Looks like we might be in for a match featuring good sportsmanship...

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Klamor: Did you honestly forget who Marquel's partner was?

Stevens is out, facing his back to everyone pumping along with the song. The crowd boos as he turns around and begins strutting to the ring, taunting the fans on his way down. An overly cocky grin is on his face.

Anderson: And his partner, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 228 pounds; Ace Stevens!

Klamor: Tensions are definitely going to be high in this match.

Serra: Something tells me that Stevens won't be focusing his attacks primarily on Strikeforce tonight.

Ace loses his grin as he sees the Mayhem title around the shoulder of Marquel, who just smiles at him and pats his championship. This doesn't please Ace very well and he hops straight onto the apron, not thinking about entering the ring. Ace barks at Marquel that he is on his own for the entire match and he's not entering. Marquel says he'll see about that, giving the title to the referee. Howard and Stormrage discuss that it would be best if Stormrage were to take on Marquel with Howard getting on the apron. Both men get into the center of the ring and shake hands.

Serra: Forgetting about Hiro, its funny to see these four men together in action. They only started a couple of weeks ago and already Strikeforce are high contenders for the tag titles whilst the two Stevens are considered the best Mayhem competitors in WZCW currently: all main eventing Aftershock.

Klamor: It's because these guys are great competitors and they didn't hit the catering bar every night.

As the bell rings, Stormrage and Marquel lock-up. The height advantage of Marquel gives him the leverage to back Stormrage into the corner very easily. The referee asks for a break and Marquel cleanly does so. Quickly, Stormrage charges at Marquel and locks up, using the momentum to force Marquel back into the opposite corner, followed by another clean break. The crowd applauds as both men are evenly matched. Ace yells out boring from the apron but leans against them bored. Marquel and Stormrage lock up again, this time with Marquel whipping Stormrage across the ring. Marquel goes for a shoulder block on Stormrage, with both men bounce in opposite directions, still standing. Stormrage rebounds off the ropes and goes for a short arm clothesline. Again, both men are staggering but neither refuse to go down. Marquel charges at Stormrage but he counters with a hip toss to the big man. The crowd is amazed at the strength as Stormrage picks up Marquel from the ground and gives him a scoop slam. He goes for the cover... 1... Marquel pushes Stormrage off him with power. Stormrage locks in a quick submission but Marquel is easily able to get up to his feet without problem. Marquel tries to lift Stormrage but all he gets is a couple of knee lifts for his troubles. He follows up with a few knife-edge chops and a kick to the mid-section. He runs off the ropes and hits a kitchen sink, taking down the big man once again. He goes for the pin... 1... 2... kick-out by Marquel. Stormrage needs a break and tags in his partner Howard with a pop from the crowd.

Serra: Strikeforce doing well in the opening.

Klamor: It'll be over quickly once Ace gets in. He's just biding his time.

Howard picks up Marquel with a headlock, using a few punches to the abdomen to help Marquel move faster to a vertical position. Marquel is almost at vertical when uses a quick burst of power to throw Howard across the ring. He turns around and goes to tag in Ace but he jumps off the apron before Marquel could make the tag, shrugging his shoulders as the crowd boos. Marquel turns around and gets clocked with a dropkick, making him go down to one knee. Howard follows up with an enzuigiri before he drops Marquel with a DDT... 1... 2... kick-out by Marquel. Howard applies an armbar to keep the pressure on Marquel. Although the crowd is supporting Strikeforce, they will Marquel on to find a way out of the hold. Eventually, he grabs the ropes to break the hold. Howard obliges the referee's orders and lets go. Howard hits a few more punches before he goes to the corner and ascends it to the second rope, waiting for Marquel. He jumps off the corner and tries a hurricanrana but Marquel catches him and hits the Prison Break from out of nowhere. Howard clutches his back as Marquel uses the ropes to get up, Ace tagging himself into the match. The crowd boos as he goes for the cover... 1... 2... kick-out by Howard. Marquel picks up Ace and asks him what was that. Ace smiles and tells Marquel to get back on the apron. Reluctantly, he does so with a shaking head.

Klamor: Finally, some serious action.

Serra: All Johnny has done thus far is talk trash... not really the kind of action I've been expecting.

Ace mounts Howard, talking trash to him as he swings away with repeated punches. The referee pulls Ace off after a 4 count, before he delivers a series of kicks to Howard as he tries getting up using the ropes. Ace helps him along and picks him up, measuring for a big knife-edge chop. He hits a couple of European uppercuts before trying to whip Howard across the ring, who reverses and whips Ace. Howard goes for a back body drop too early and Ace sees the opportunity to hit a facebreaker knee smash before transitioning it into a swinging neckbreaker. Ace covers... 1... 2... kick-out by Howard. Ace is frustrated and questions the referee who tells him it was a two. Marquel laughs at Ace who doesn't appreciate his response and goes up in his face. He says something to Marquel before turning away with a smirk. This has allowed enough time for Howard to swing Ace around into a snap suplex. He slowly gets up and tags in Stormrage but doesn't leave the ring until he hits the springboard moonsault. Howard does just that and rolls out the ring as Stormrage goes for the pin... 1... 2... kick-out by Ace. Stormrage picks up and whips him into the corner, hitting an avalanche splash on Ace that stuns him, causing him to stagger out of the corner. Stormrage climbs the ropes and hits the 1337 on Ace, going for another pin... 1... 2... Ace manages to get a shoulder up off the canvas only. Stormrage tags back in Howard as Ace tries getting the tag but Marquel is hardly extending his hand. Howard jumps in and grabs Ace, picking him up to hit some Muay Thai knee strikes before whipping him across the ring. Ace doesn't rebound off the ropes as he holds on, quickly slapping the chest of Marquel to tag him in. Marquel doesn't like how hard Ace slapped him as the crowd ooo's as Ace drops to the apron.

Serra: That was not a good idea.

Klamor: Yes it is. He angers the big man and now he can take his anger out on the opponents.

Marquel enters the ring as Howard charges at him, throwing some boxing punches at him. Marquel covers up and throws a few punches of his own when he can. Marquel blocks one of the shots before giving a harsh headbutt to Howard. This dazes him, allowing Marquel to hit a spinning heel kick to weaken Howard as Marquel picks him up to hit the Jail time. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... kick-out by Howard. Marquel goes to signal for the end as he taps his leg, signalling for the Brooklyn boot as the crowd cheers. However, Ace blindly tags himself in again, enters the ring quickly and readies himself for the Last Laugh, slapping his knee to a booing crowd. Ace runs at Howard and goes for it but Howard manages to turn it into a sunset flip... 1... 2... 3!

Klamor: What?

Serra: Strikeforce win!

The crowd erupts in cheers as Howard quickly slides out of the ring picking up the quick victory to meet with his partner. Ace is almost to his feet, shocked and disgusted at how quick the match ended and complains with the referee about the count.

Anderson: Here are your winners; Strikeforce!

Serra: And another victory for the dominant tag team.

Klamor: Can we get a replay on that? I still don't believe it. Ace had this match in the bag.

Strikeforce celebrate with the crowd and head up the ramp as Ace tries reasoning with the ref but he just exits the ring. Ace turns around to see Marquel still standing there laughing at what happened to him. Ace is livid as he sees his face and gets up close, nose-to-nose as Ace furiously berates him for costing them the match. Marquel shrugs with a smile and goes to walk away but Ace stops him by grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around. Ace hits a huge slap on Marquel and the smile on his face turns to rage as he tries to get his hands on Ace but he manages to slip out of the ring before Marquel can deliver any damage. The crowd boos as Ace retreats up the ramp and continues talking trash to Ace. Marquel shakes his head as Ace says he is going to reclaim his Mayhem title.

Klamor: Ace looks like he's made a statement by slapping Marquel across the face: he wants his title back..

Serra: After tonight's performance in the tag match, I doubt Myles would grant him his wish... but stranger things have happened.

Klamor: Ace still has a re-match clause to use so Marquel better watch his back.

Serra: Things are definitely heating up in the Mayhem title situation but unfortunately that's all we have time for on Aftershock... goodnight everyone!

 

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Who wrote what

Shotaro - Armstrong/Cruz
awesome_miz - Jameson/Greaves
FalKon - KC Tag Match Qualifier, Strikeforce vs. Stevens/Marquel, backstage
Numbers: Opening

And that was Aftershock 7. Not long now until Kingdom Come IV and we can't wait. In the meantime, rep everyone involved with the shows this week and in particular Falkon for a great effort in sorting AF again this week.