Post by James Sync on Apr 28, 2008 19:10:46 GMT -5
EWA Crash Course
April 28,2008
Chicago, IL
A flurry of multi colored pyro, primarily red and white, ignites from the entrance ramp for about ten seconds and right as it ends the Crash Course theme song blares onto the arenas soundsystem, Remember The Name - Fort Minor. The crowd is absolutly ecstatic for the first ever edition of the Extreme Wrestling Associations Crash Course. Tyler Rubio, a slightly tall large individual, and Christopher England, a man taller than Rubio, but really skinny, are both seated at the announce table opposite the entrance ramp with the ring in the middle.
Rubio: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the first edition of EWA Crash Course! I am Tyler Rubio and this is my announce partner Christopher England.
England: And what a show this is going to be. The main event of tonight sees the eager youngster, Oblivion, go toe to toe with a six time wrestling champion and my cousin, James Sync. Tonight is the night that all of the competitors put everything they have into the matches to not only impress management, but the fans. I personally don't care how these men win because to me, hey a wins a win.
Rubio: How can you say that? These wrestlers come out here to win fair and square!
England: That's what they said about me when I made my debut, but I proved them all wrong. Do you think I became a tag team champion by doing things the right way? No, I left the clean way to my cousin.
Rubio: I don't approve of your methods but onto other news tonight wrestler will be drawing slots to compete in the EWA World Heavyweight Championship Tournament that is starting next week, here on Crash Course.
The camera switches to backstage where the general manager, Joey Harris, is seated in a chair next to a table with a metal box on it. The metal box has a hole in the top big enough for someone arm. Behind him is a dry erase board with a tournament table written on it. From the left portion of your screen you see Jayson Shepherd walk in accompanied by his manager Vendetta. He look at the box, then at Joey. Joey nods at him and then at the box. Jayson steps towards the box and reaches his hand in. His hands shuffles around the box and he pulls out a ball. He looks at it and turns it to the camera, it has the number five on. Joey stands up and grabs a black marker and writes Shepherd on the board under the fifth line from the left.
Harris: Jayson Shepherd is number five and will be competing in the third match next week. Good lu...
Before he can finish his sentence Jason Miller bursts onto the scene.. He stands between Joey and Shepherd, looking at both of them and then reaching into the box quickly. Just as quickly he pulls out a ball and stares at it. He looks at the ball shocked and drops it. He turns around and look straight into Jayson Shepherd's eyes. He starts shaking his head and leaves the area. The camera pans down to see that the ball Miller drew had the number six on it.
Rubio: Whoa! Only the second draw and we have our first match for next week, Jayson Shepherd versus Jason Miller.
England: Miller didn't look to happy about his match against Shepherd, but he has to learn that you have to defeat your demons before you can reach the top.
Death Rattle by Pantera hits the soundsystem as Jayson Shepherd steps onto the entrance stage with Vendetta not far behind. He has a devilish smirk on his face as he steps onto the ramp. The announcer, Jessica Bedker, makes the next match announcement.
Bedker: This match is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 315 pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, The Detroyer, Jayson Shepherd.
Jayson Shpherd makes his way down to the ring at a leisurely pace. He rolls into the ring and waits for his opponent. Vendetta is also in the ring hanging on Jayson's shoulder. Bodies by Drowning pool hits the speakers and the lights start to flicker until "FLOOR!" When every one in the arena sees Steve Jones coming down from the ceiling. Once he is in the ring he goes to each turnbuckles and gets on the second rope and raise his arms up.
Bedker: And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia, he is the Ace, Steve Jones.
Jessica leaves the ring as both men look at each other with fixated gazes. The referee, Derek Wilson, looks at the men and ask them if they're ready, then he signals for the bell to ring.
Jayson Shepherd Vs. Steve Jones
Shepherd goes up to Jones and he locks him up quickly and he hits him with a DDT. Shepherd goes for a quick win but Jones kicks out at 2. Jones gets up and he comes back at Jayson. Jones hit’s a kick to the gut and then he picks up Shepherd and he nails a vertical suplex.Jones waits for Shepherd to get up and he nails a dropkick to his face. Shepherd goes down and he slides out of the ring. Jones then goes out of the ring and he goes after Jayson. Jones starts to stalk him he finally catches up to him and he hit’s a belly to belly suplex on the outside of the ring. He rolls him into the ring and he looks for the three but Shepherd kicks out. Shepherd slowly gets up and he comes after Jones and this time he gains the upper hand. He nails him with a big boot and he then locks in a headlock. Jones starts to get some elbows in and Shepherd has to let it go. Jones then bounces off the ropes and jumps at Shepherd but Shepherd catches him and puts him into a bear hug.Jones starts to fade a little but all of the sudden Jones starts to gain strength and out of nowhere he hit’s a DDT he then goes to the top rope and he nails a shooting star press and gets a count of three.
Bedker: Here's your winner, by pinfall, Steve "The Ace" Jones.
Jones gets his arm raised and Bodies by Drowning Pool as Shepherd looks on in total disbelief. As Jones makes his way up the entrance ramp victoriously, the titantron switches from a few of Jones to a camera positioned backstage where the tournament drawings are taking place. J.K. Styles and Oblivion are nose to nose arguing about who gets to pick first.
Styles: I should get the first pick you gangster wannabe.
Oblivion: Hey you're just jealous that my hair isn't a bush like yourself. Now step out of my way, I have a spot to pick.
Harris: How about both of you chill out! There's only one way to solve this.
Styles and Oblivion are looks at each other not blinking. They both raise their right hands.
Styles and Oblivion: Rack, Paper, Scissors, Shoot!
Oblivion throws a rock while Styles throws scissors.
Styles: Awe come on man, best two of three.
Oblivion: No way man, I won, deal with it.
Oblivion reaches into the box and slides out a ball, he looks at it and shows it at Styles, it's the 4. Styles has a pissed of look on his face. He thrusts his hand in the box and rips out a ball. He looks at it.
Styles: Dammit.
Oblivion: Awe what's wrong? Gotta face me in the first round? Well I'm sorry about yo damn luck.
Styles: Actually I was hoping to get your ass in that ring in the first round, but I got 2. But hey, if you win your match and I win mine, we can throw down in the semi finals.
Oblivion: You're on.
The titantron black outs and a video starts playing and a deep voice is heard over the arena.
Deep Voice: Over in his native land he is known as the Destroyer, opponents fear him, friends don’t piss him off.
A video package of a few devastating moves is played.
Deep Voice: He has wrestled in every known federation. He has destroyed all opponents and removed them of their dignity.
Another video package plays as we see the camera slowly moving up the superstar.
Deep Voice: You may have seen him recently in many rival federations.
The camera is near his chest as it goes another package of moves.
Deep Voice: Coming to an arena near you... It's Miller Time!
The camera shows Miller’s face as a spotlight is glowing on it.
Deep Voice: Next week, English superstar Jason Miller will be making his EWA debut. Tune in to see how it all goes down!!!
The screen fades as EWA logo flashes across it.
As the video clip ends the ring bell rings and Jessica Bedker is already in the ring. Pitiful by Blindside starts to play as Mark Reynolds makes his way out to the ring.
Bedker: This match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring from Laurel, Maryland, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the Icon, Mark Reynolds.
Reynolds slides into the ring and eagerly awaits his challenger. Remember the name by Fort Minor hits the sound system as J.K Styles makes his way down the entrance ramp. He slides into the ring and gets right into the face of Reynolds.
Bedker: And his opponent from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 210 pounds, J.K. Styles.
Jessica leaves the ring as both men look at each other with fixated gazes. The referee, Derek Wilson, looks at the men and ask them if they're ready, then he signals for the bell to ring.
Mark Reynolds vs. J.K. Styles
Styles tries to take this match to a quick pace, high flying one, but Reynolds begs to differ. Reynolds immediately ground Styles with a flurry of fists and elbows. Reynolds dominates this match for several minutes. Reynolds goes for a clothesline to send Styles over the top rope, but Styles gets his legs up and sends Reynolds over with a head scissors. Styles waits for Mark to get to his feet, rebounds off the opposite ropes, and suicide dives onto Mark. Both men crash into the announce table and the referee starts the count. Styles picks up Reynolds and shoots him into the steel steps. The two men brawl, with Styles having the advantage, on the outside with them breaking the ten count from time to time. Styles is eventually placed on the announce table and Mark sets him up for the Mark of Perfection, but as he lifts Styles it is reversed into an inverted DDT. Reynolds head smacks against the announce table and Styles crawls into the ring. Styles gets up on the apron, looks back, and jumps to the middle rope. He rebounds off and hits Mark with a Moonsault, breaking the table. The crowd starts chanting holy shit as Styles drags Mark into the ring. Styles goes for the cover but Reynolds kicks out. Styles drags Reynolds to the turnbuckle, lifts him up onto it and clibs up with him. He sets Mark up in a cutter position and jumps into the ring hitting the Rise and Fall. Styles covers Mark and gets the three count.
Bedker: Here's your winner, by pinfall, J.K. Styles.
Remember The Name by Fort Minor returns to the speakers in the arena as Styles gets his hand raised. He looks at Reynolds with an evil grin. He rolls over Mark and locks in the Walls of Kericho. Reynolds is writhing in pain and starts to tap. After about a minutes, Reynolds has faded and is no longer moving. Styles lets go and leaves the ring with a grin on his face. As Styles makes his way to the back, the titantron returns to the drawing room where Steve Jones is reaching around in the box. He pulls out a ball, glances at it and tosses it to Joey Harris. Jones leaves the room as Harris writes Jones's name under the number 3 seed.
Rubio: Looks like we have another match for next week, Steve Jones versus Oblivion. Jones must be thinking about watching our next match, the main event.
England: Hold that thought, do you hear that?
The sound of a motorcycle can be heard throughout the arena and a surprised expression goes across the face of Harris. The chopper rolls across the titantron screen with James Sync riding it. Sync pulls up to the box and reaches in. He pulls out a ball and smiles. He flashes the ball at the cameraman and pulls his sunglasses onto his forehead.
Sync: Well it looks like we know one half of the main event next week on Crash Course. It will be The Rock Star, James Sync versus someone who has yet be named. Well I have something to say to whoever my opponent is, whether it's Mark Reynolds or that last man who hasn't even shown his face yet, tomorrow night, I'm gonna make ya famous.
Sync slides his sunglasses onto his face and rides out of the room. There's No Sympathy For The Dead by Escape The Fate bursts onto the sound system to an eruption of cheers. Sync comes out on the motorcycle and parks it on the top of the ramp. He raises his arms up, pinky and index fingers extended, as the red and white pyro from the floor goes straight up in rapid succession. He walks down to the ring, high-fiving the fans hands. He climbs the ring steps and enters through the middle rope. He stands in the middle of the ring, raises his arms up, pinky and index fingers extended, and hypes the crowd.
Bedker: This match is scheduled for one fall. standing in the ring, from Tamp Bay, Florida, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is the Rock Star, James Sync.
Strike A Blow by Street Dogs hits the sound system as Oblivion walks onto the entrance ramp. He makes his way to the ring without paying any attention to the fans. He slides in at just stares at Sync. Sync pulls his shirt off and and removes his sunglasses.
Bedker: And his opponent from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 185 pounds, Oblivion.
Jessica leaves the ring as both men look at each other with fixated gazes. The referee, Derek Wilson, looks at the men and ask them if they're ready, then he signals for the bell to ring.
Main Event
James Sync vs. Oblivion
Sync and Oblivion meet nose to nose looking into each others eyes without saying a word. Sync starts striking Oblivion, but it irish whipped into the turnbuckle. Oblivion charges Sync but is dropped by a drop toe hold onto the second turnbuckle. Sync dominates most of the match until Oblivion is shot off into the ropes and as he comes back hits a bicycle kick. Oblivion smacks Sync around the ring taunting every once in awhile. Oblivion goes to end this by setting up Sync in a pumphandle position. He lifts Sync up and runs towards the turnbuckle looking to hit The Rock Star Life on Sync, but Sync slides down and pushes Oblivion into the turnbuckle. As Oblivion staggers back Sync ducks behind him and locks him in a full nelson. Sync then swings it out, hitting a half nelson slam, but onto Sync's knee. As Oblivion is writhing in pain Sync stands over him and locks in a gogoplata. After several moments in the hold Oblivion taps out in agony.
Bedker: Here's your winner, by submission, James Sync.
There's No Sympathy For The Dead by Escape The Fate comes back onto the speakers as Sync gets his hand raised. But the celebration is cut short as the titantron switches back the slot drawings. Mark Reynolds is standing there with his ball in hand.
Reynolds: Sorry to interrupt you James, but I think not only you but the crowd would love to see what I just drew.
Reynolds turns his ball, around it's the number 7.
Reynolds: Sync, you and I are tight, but this is the main event of Crash Course and the first round in the World Championship Tournament. The best man will win this match James, and that man will be the one hitting you with the Mark of Perfection.
Mark leaves the backstage area as Sync lies shocked in the ring. The tournament board is shown, completely filled except for one slot, J.K. Styles opponent. Joey Harris walks in front of the board and writes down a name. Once he moves you can see that the final name is "Jai Killa." Sync gets an even worse look on his face as he is walking up the entrance ramp. The camera zooms in on the name but the screen cuts to static and starts going in and out of reception. Eventually the camera stops fading and a man is leaning against the building outside.
: This company surprises me. The name surprises me too. Extreme Wresting Association, EWA. Everyone says that this company is going to be dangerous and deadly and hardcore and extreme. But the question is, who is going to take this place to the next level? Who is going to carry EWA on his shoulder and live up to the words? Well you know I am smart in mind as well as physically smart so I have the correct answer. The answer is that I am going to carry EWA on my shoulders and I am going to start my "Killa Era" next week and I am going to use J.K. Styles as a stepping stone. I have a lot of accomplishments but I ain't out here to show-off and brag about my sexy self. No I'm here to tell everyone about how many different ways I am going to win my match tonight and how I am going to win this whole World Championship Tournament. Everyone I always keep promises and I never break them. And I fucking promise each and everyone of you people here tonight and everyone one of you watching live around the world, that I am going to be your first-ever World Champion! And I guaran-damn-tee that to you! I mean what chance do the rest of the roster have against me? Everyone else is pathetic. The biggest name can't even compare to me. James Sync, I beat you before, and I can do it again, even if it has to be in the finals. I am the Killa of EWA, I am the future World Champion, I am Jai Killa.
The screen fades as Killa looks into the camera with his dark eyes. Crash Course has come to a close, but EWA has just begun.
April 28,2008
Chicago, IL
A flurry of multi colored pyro, primarily red and white, ignites from the entrance ramp for about ten seconds and right as it ends the Crash Course theme song blares onto the arenas soundsystem, Remember The Name - Fort Minor. The crowd is absolutly ecstatic for the first ever edition of the Extreme Wrestling Associations Crash Course. Tyler Rubio, a slightly tall large individual, and Christopher England, a man taller than Rubio, but really skinny, are both seated at the announce table opposite the entrance ramp with the ring in the middle.
Rubio: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the first edition of EWA Crash Course! I am Tyler Rubio and this is my announce partner Christopher England.
England: And what a show this is going to be. The main event of tonight sees the eager youngster, Oblivion, go toe to toe with a six time wrestling champion and my cousin, James Sync. Tonight is the night that all of the competitors put everything they have into the matches to not only impress management, but the fans. I personally don't care how these men win because to me, hey a wins a win.
Rubio: How can you say that? These wrestlers come out here to win fair and square!
England: That's what they said about me when I made my debut, but I proved them all wrong. Do you think I became a tag team champion by doing things the right way? No, I left the clean way to my cousin.
Rubio: I don't approve of your methods but onto other news tonight wrestler will be drawing slots to compete in the EWA World Heavyweight Championship Tournament that is starting next week, here on Crash Course.
The camera switches to backstage where the general manager, Joey Harris, is seated in a chair next to a table with a metal box on it. The metal box has a hole in the top big enough for someone arm. Behind him is a dry erase board with a tournament table written on it. From the left portion of your screen you see Jayson Shepherd walk in accompanied by his manager Vendetta. He look at the box, then at Joey. Joey nods at him and then at the box. Jayson steps towards the box and reaches his hand in. His hands shuffles around the box and he pulls out a ball. He looks at it and turns it to the camera, it has the number five on. Joey stands up and grabs a black marker and writes Shepherd on the board under the fifth line from the left.
Harris: Jayson Shepherd is number five and will be competing in the third match next week. Good lu...
Before he can finish his sentence Jason Miller bursts onto the scene.. He stands between Joey and Shepherd, looking at both of them and then reaching into the box quickly. Just as quickly he pulls out a ball and stares at it. He looks at the ball shocked and drops it. He turns around and look straight into Jayson Shepherd's eyes. He starts shaking his head and leaves the area. The camera pans down to see that the ball Miller drew had the number six on it.
Rubio: Whoa! Only the second draw and we have our first match for next week, Jayson Shepherd versus Jason Miller.
England: Miller didn't look to happy about his match against Shepherd, but he has to learn that you have to defeat your demons before you can reach the top.
Death Rattle by Pantera hits the soundsystem as Jayson Shepherd steps onto the entrance stage with Vendetta not far behind. He has a devilish smirk on his face as he steps onto the ramp. The announcer, Jessica Bedker, makes the next match announcement.
Bedker: This match is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 315 pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, The Detroyer, Jayson Shepherd.
Jayson Shpherd makes his way down to the ring at a leisurely pace. He rolls into the ring and waits for his opponent. Vendetta is also in the ring hanging on Jayson's shoulder. Bodies by Drowning pool hits the speakers and the lights start to flicker until "FLOOR!" When every one in the arena sees Steve Jones coming down from the ceiling. Once he is in the ring he goes to each turnbuckles and gets on the second rope and raise his arms up.
Bedker: And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia, he is the Ace, Steve Jones.
Jessica leaves the ring as both men look at each other with fixated gazes. The referee, Derek Wilson, looks at the men and ask them if they're ready, then he signals for the bell to ring.
Jayson Shepherd Vs. Steve Jones
Shepherd goes up to Jones and he locks him up quickly and he hits him with a DDT. Shepherd goes for a quick win but Jones kicks out at 2. Jones gets up and he comes back at Jayson. Jones hit’s a kick to the gut and then he picks up Shepherd and he nails a vertical suplex.Jones waits for Shepherd to get up and he nails a dropkick to his face. Shepherd goes down and he slides out of the ring. Jones then goes out of the ring and he goes after Jayson. Jones starts to stalk him he finally catches up to him and he hit’s a belly to belly suplex on the outside of the ring. He rolls him into the ring and he looks for the three but Shepherd kicks out. Shepherd slowly gets up and he comes after Jones and this time he gains the upper hand. He nails him with a big boot and he then locks in a headlock. Jones starts to get some elbows in and Shepherd has to let it go. Jones then bounces off the ropes and jumps at Shepherd but Shepherd catches him and puts him into a bear hug.Jones starts to fade a little but all of the sudden Jones starts to gain strength and out of nowhere he hit’s a DDT he then goes to the top rope and he nails a shooting star press and gets a count of three.
Bedker: Here's your winner, by pinfall, Steve "The Ace" Jones.
Jones gets his arm raised and Bodies by Drowning Pool as Shepherd looks on in total disbelief. As Jones makes his way up the entrance ramp victoriously, the titantron switches from a few of Jones to a camera positioned backstage where the tournament drawings are taking place. J.K. Styles and Oblivion are nose to nose arguing about who gets to pick first.
Styles: I should get the first pick you gangster wannabe.
Oblivion: Hey you're just jealous that my hair isn't a bush like yourself. Now step out of my way, I have a spot to pick.
Harris: How about both of you chill out! There's only one way to solve this.
Styles and Oblivion are looks at each other not blinking. They both raise their right hands.
Styles and Oblivion: Rack, Paper, Scissors, Shoot!
Oblivion throws a rock while Styles throws scissors.
Styles: Awe come on man, best two of three.
Oblivion: No way man, I won, deal with it.
Oblivion reaches into the box and slides out a ball, he looks at it and shows it at Styles, it's the 4. Styles has a pissed of look on his face. He thrusts his hand in the box and rips out a ball. He looks at it.
Styles: Dammit.
Oblivion: Awe what's wrong? Gotta face me in the first round? Well I'm sorry about yo damn luck.
Styles: Actually I was hoping to get your ass in that ring in the first round, but I got 2. But hey, if you win your match and I win mine, we can throw down in the semi finals.
Oblivion: You're on.
The titantron black outs and a video starts playing and a deep voice is heard over the arena.
Deep Voice: Over in his native land he is known as the Destroyer, opponents fear him, friends don’t piss him off.
A video package of a few devastating moves is played.
Deep Voice: He has wrestled in every known federation. He has destroyed all opponents and removed them of their dignity.
Another video package plays as we see the camera slowly moving up the superstar.
Deep Voice: You may have seen him recently in many rival federations.
The camera is near his chest as it goes another package of moves.
Deep Voice: Coming to an arena near you... It's Miller Time!
The camera shows Miller’s face as a spotlight is glowing on it.
Deep Voice: Next week, English superstar Jason Miller will be making his EWA debut. Tune in to see how it all goes down!!!
The screen fades as EWA logo flashes across it.
As the video clip ends the ring bell rings and Jessica Bedker is already in the ring. Pitiful by Blindside starts to play as Mark Reynolds makes his way out to the ring.
Bedker: This match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring from Laurel, Maryland, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the Icon, Mark Reynolds.
Reynolds slides into the ring and eagerly awaits his challenger. Remember the name by Fort Minor hits the sound system as J.K Styles makes his way down the entrance ramp. He slides into the ring and gets right into the face of Reynolds.
Bedker: And his opponent from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 210 pounds, J.K. Styles.
Jessica leaves the ring as both men look at each other with fixated gazes. The referee, Derek Wilson, looks at the men and ask them if they're ready, then he signals for the bell to ring.
Mark Reynolds vs. J.K. Styles
Styles tries to take this match to a quick pace, high flying one, but Reynolds begs to differ. Reynolds immediately ground Styles with a flurry of fists and elbows. Reynolds dominates this match for several minutes. Reynolds goes for a clothesline to send Styles over the top rope, but Styles gets his legs up and sends Reynolds over with a head scissors. Styles waits for Mark to get to his feet, rebounds off the opposite ropes, and suicide dives onto Mark. Both men crash into the announce table and the referee starts the count. Styles picks up Reynolds and shoots him into the steel steps. The two men brawl, with Styles having the advantage, on the outside with them breaking the ten count from time to time. Styles is eventually placed on the announce table and Mark sets him up for the Mark of Perfection, but as he lifts Styles it is reversed into an inverted DDT. Reynolds head smacks against the announce table and Styles crawls into the ring. Styles gets up on the apron, looks back, and jumps to the middle rope. He rebounds off and hits Mark with a Moonsault, breaking the table. The crowd starts chanting holy shit as Styles drags Mark into the ring. Styles goes for the cover but Reynolds kicks out. Styles drags Reynolds to the turnbuckle, lifts him up onto it and clibs up with him. He sets Mark up in a cutter position and jumps into the ring hitting the Rise and Fall. Styles covers Mark and gets the three count.
Bedker: Here's your winner, by pinfall, J.K. Styles.
Remember The Name by Fort Minor returns to the speakers in the arena as Styles gets his hand raised. He looks at Reynolds with an evil grin. He rolls over Mark and locks in the Walls of Kericho. Reynolds is writhing in pain and starts to tap. After about a minutes, Reynolds has faded and is no longer moving. Styles lets go and leaves the ring with a grin on his face. As Styles makes his way to the back, the titantron returns to the drawing room where Steve Jones is reaching around in the box. He pulls out a ball, glances at it and tosses it to Joey Harris. Jones leaves the room as Harris writes Jones's name under the number 3 seed.
Rubio: Looks like we have another match for next week, Steve Jones versus Oblivion. Jones must be thinking about watching our next match, the main event.
England: Hold that thought, do you hear that?
The sound of a motorcycle can be heard throughout the arena and a surprised expression goes across the face of Harris. The chopper rolls across the titantron screen with James Sync riding it. Sync pulls up to the box and reaches in. He pulls out a ball and smiles. He flashes the ball at the cameraman and pulls his sunglasses onto his forehead.
Sync: Well it looks like we know one half of the main event next week on Crash Course. It will be The Rock Star, James Sync versus someone who has yet be named. Well I have something to say to whoever my opponent is, whether it's Mark Reynolds or that last man who hasn't even shown his face yet, tomorrow night, I'm gonna make ya famous.
Sync slides his sunglasses onto his face and rides out of the room. There's No Sympathy For The Dead by Escape The Fate bursts onto the sound system to an eruption of cheers. Sync comes out on the motorcycle and parks it on the top of the ramp. He raises his arms up, pinky and index fingers extended, as the red and white pyro from the floor goes straight up in rapid succession. He walks down to the ring, high-fiving the fans hands. He climbs the ring steps and enters through the middle rope. He stands in the middle of the ring, raises his arms up, pinky and index fingers extended, and hypes the crowd.
Bedker: This match is scheduled for one fall. standing in the ring, from Tamp Bay, Florida, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is the Rock Star, James Sync.
Strike A Blow by Street Dogs hits the sound system as Oblivion walks onto the entrance ramp. He makes his way to the ring without paying any attention to the fans. He slides in at just stares at Sync. Sync pulls his shirt off and and removes his sunglasses.
Bedker: And his opponent from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 185 pounds, Oblivion.
Jessica leaves the ring as both men look at each other with fixated gazes. The referee, Derek Wilson, looks at the men and ask them if they're ready, then he signals for the bell to ring.
Main Event
James Sync vs. Oblivion
Sync and Oblivion meet nose to nose looking into each others eyes without saying a word. Sync starts striking Oblivion, but it irish whipped into the turnbuckle. Oblivion charges Sync but is dropped by a drop toe hold onto the second turnbuckle. Sync dominates most of the match until Oblivion is shot off into the ropes and as he comes back hits a bicycle kick. Oblivion smacks Sync around the ring taunting every once in awhile. Oblivion goes to end this by setting up Sync in a pumphandle position. He lifts Sync up and runs towards the turnbuckle looking to hit The Rock Star Life on Sync, but Sync slides down and pushes Oblivion into the turnbuckle. As Oblivion staggers back Sync ducks behind him and locks him in a full nelson. Sync then swings it out, hitting a half nelson slam, but onto Sync's knee. As Oblivion is writhing in pain Sync stands over him and locks in a gogoplata. After several moments in the hold Oblivion taps out in agony.
Bedker: Here's your winner, by submission, James Sync.
There's No Sympathy For The Dead by Escape The Fate comes back onto the speakers as Sync gets his hand raised. But the celebration is cut short as the titantron switches back the slot drawings. Mark Reynolds is standing there with his ball in hand.
Reynolds: Sorry to interrupt you James, but I think not only you but the crowd would love to see what I just drew.
Reynolds turns his ball, around it's the number 7.
Reynolds: Sync, you and I are tight, but this is the main event of Crash Course and the first round in the World Championship Tournament. The best man will win this match James, and that man will be the one hitting you with the Mark of Perfection.
Mark leaves the backstage area as Sync lies shocked in the ring. The tournament board is shown, completely filled except for one slot, J.K. Styles opponent. Joey Harris walks in front of the board and writes down a name. Once he moves you can see that the final name is "Jai Killa." Sync gets an even worse look on his face as he is walking up the entrance ramp. The camera zooms in on the name but the screen cuts to static and starts going in and out of reception. Eventually the camera stops fading and a man is leaning against the building outside.
: This company surprises me. The name surprises me too. Extreme Wresting Association, EWA. Everyone says that this company is going to be dangerous and deadly and hardcore and extreme. But the question is, who is going to take this place to the next level? Who is going to carry EWA on his shoulder and live up to the words? Well you know I am smart in mind as well as physically smart so I have the correct answer. The answer is that I am going to carry EWA on my shoulders and I am going to start my "Killa Era" next week and I am going to use J.K. Styles as a stepping stone. I have a lot of accomplishments but I ain't out here to show-off and brag about my sexy self. No I'm here to tell everyone about how many different ways I am going to win my match tonight and how I am going to win this whole World Championship Tournament. Everyone I always keep promises and I never break them. And I fucking promise each and everyone of you people here tonight and everyone one of you watching live around the world, that I am going to be your first-ever World Champion! And I guaran-damn-tee that to you! I mean what chance do the rest of the roster have against me? Everyone else is pathetic. The biggest name can't even compare to me. James Sync, I beat you before, and I can do it again, even if it has to be in the finals. I am the Killa of EWA, I am the future World Champion, I am Jai Killa.
The screen fades as Killa looks into the camera with his dark eyes. Crash Course has come to a close, but EWA has just begun.