SKLAVE
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Mr. Quinn, do you understand why we’ve brought you in for questioning? The murder of Kane Doebern inside your classroom raised many questions about your activities.”
[Redmond nods.]“Now, we’ve a witness that says they saw you enter the Classroom with Kane Doebern at 21:00pm, arguing. Is it true that you and Kane were having issues with your friendship?”
[That shocks Quinn, who doesn’t quite know how to respond. He’s stunned to silence.]“Your silence doesn’t help you here, kid. Where were you at 21:00pm on Monday the 27th of August?”
“I was travelling to my classroom,” [he admits.] “Alone.”
[The Detective writes something down.]“And no-one can corroborate that?”
[Quinn leans forward.]“You need to listen to me,” [he begs sternly.] “I’m being set up. Yes, myself and Kane had a few issues in the weeks leading up to his death. We were being harassed and attacked by a white supremacist and I refused to retaliate.”
[The cop ignores that.] “I didn’t hear that.” [Redmond’s eyebrows raise.]“You’re working for him, aren’t you?”
[Silence.] [The door suddenly opens and in walks Wolfgang with a smirk. Quinn stands up enraged, but his restraints force him back into his seat. If looks could kill, the Superior would be dead.] [The officer smiles and stands up, walking to the door.]“Remember General, not a scratch.”
[Wolfgang nods.] [The door closes behind him.]“Do you understand the position you’ve put me in, neger?” [The Superior asks, taking a seat opposite his nemesis.] “Your reluctance to simply die has forced my hand. If I can’t kill you, I’ll have to find another way to make you disappear.”
[Quinn pulls on his restraints but to no avail.]“Once you enter prison, the brotherhood will make your life miserable before eventually, and only when I give the command, ending it.”
“You’re not going to get away with this,” [Quinn snaps.] “I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I tried to help you change. I tried. Against better advice and opinion, I believed in you as a human being and look at what it cost me; you killed Kane. You murdered that poor boy for no reason at all.”
[Wolfgang stands up, grinning.]“Oh, there was a reason, neger. You’ve two choices; you can either go to jail, be raped, brutalized and eventually murdered or new evidence might just materialise and you can be free, free to be my sklave, where you belong.”
[Quinn’s face scrunches up.]“Make your choice fast, won’t you?” [He says, heading towards the door.] “Because in just twenty-four hours, the police will find video evidence of a man that looks just like you murdering your pupil.”
[He chuckles and exits the room. Quinn immediately breaks down, tears streaming down his face. Does he even have a choice?] [Cut.]THE CAKE IS A LIE
BACKSTAGE
“Happy?” [He asks.] “What’re you doing here?”
“Mr. Kersh!” [He says excitedly.] “I brought you something. I’ve been a fan of yours for so many years now and I thought, well, I thought I’d bring you some cakes!”
[Kersh seems surprised but smiles.]“They’re delicious!” [Happy bellows.] “Here, take one.”
[He opens the box and allows Kersh to put his hand inside, taking one out. The Enforcer takes a bite, raising his eyebrows in disgust. He doesn’t want to hurt the poor kid’s feelings so he reluctantly swallows, before patting his tummy.]“That’s yummy, kid. I’d love to have another but I need to watch my waistline. At my age, you can’t put a price of a healthy diet. Why don’t you have the rest? My treat.”
“Really, Mr. Kersh? Wow!”
[Happy runs away excitedly, leaving Kersh to try and get the taste out of his mouth. Suddenly, he clutches at his belly, projectile vomiting all over his locker room. He quickly needs to sit down, grabbing the nearest bin for a second bout.] [Meanwhile, Happy tucks in to his first cake down the hall, his delightful expression turning sour at the taste of a cake.]“That’s not nice,” [he says, swallowing.] “I thought they’d taste better than that. Mr. Nevermore needs to change his baker.”
[He throws the box in the bin, about to walk away before realizing he needs to stop; only to vomit violently himself.] [Cut.]NATE WASHINGTON VS. LUTHER CREED
SINGLES MATCH
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“A little bit of data here, a screw tightened there and viola, we have THE WORLD’S MOST CAPABLE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE MACHINE!”
[Knot looks it up and down.]“He looks almost human,” [he says, walking around it.] “In fact, I’d be hard pressed to believe he was a robot. How’d you do it? Its skin looks and feels so real.”
[Dr. Mindfuck scoffs.]“It is real,” [Mindfuck replies awkwardly.] “But you don’t need to know the ins and outs of such endeavours, do you Mr. Knot? Once I enter the chip and configure the machine, Vanguard will be walking and talking. That’s precisely as you requested, is it not?”
[The Chairman nods.]“You’ve outdone yourself, Doctor. Are the specifications exactly what I asked for? Including that one very important addition?”
[The Doctor smiles.] “Of course! By Crash and Burn, Vanguard will be complete and you’ll have your protection. Old School Wrestling is a dangerous place, full of villains and nefarious nasties; you’d be best served to have him by your side. Speaking of which, my payment?” [Knot walks away, chuckling to himself.]“Don’t you worry Doctor, you can have your match against The Vindicators; consider it signed and sealed.”
[Mindfuck nods in appreciation.] [Cut.]NIGHTSTICK VS. VALENTINE
SINGLES MATCH
EN UMBRA
RECORDED EARLIER
“Why doth I live while others hath crumbled into the wind? Why was I the one chosen to persist when all else fall to the tides of time?”
[He sighs, before slowly standing. His bones creak almost as much as his armor does, and he takes his staff back into his hands.]“Questions without answers. Awoken to a world that I barely can understand. Not an ally left to call on, no guiding hand from God. Fate doth take me down a strange path.”
[He moves to the door, his staff being the only noise echoing out into the dimly lit room. As he nears the door though, he pauses and looks back, trying to find something in the shadows. He leaves it in the dark, left for after his match.] [From behind the throne, Knightwatch emerges from the darkness. He holds a recorder in his hand, seemingly small compared to the massive agent of the Church.]“For what it seems, Arthur is not knowing why he is. Does God will him to continue to live? If so, this presents a breaking of the code. I must find more. Perhaps his tomb holds answers..”
THE CASE
BACKSTAGE
KING ARTHUR VS. MYSTERION
SINGLES MATCH
REGRETS
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Here it is, ladies…this is where the magic happens.”
[They get to the door, which Zane happily holds open for the ladies as they enter with a giggle, and Zane is about to join them when a cold breeze sends a shiver down his spine, eventually drawing his attention to a figure in the shadows.]“I’ll be with you ladies in just a minute!”
[Zane shuts the door to the bus before heading toward the figure, a look of anger on his face as he shouts at whatever it could be.]“I don’t know who you are, but I’ll have you know I’m…”
“Zander fucking Zane?”
[The response catches Zane by surprise as the figure steps into the light, revealing Shadow with a smirk on his face.]“Despite what you may tell everyone else, I am somebody you’ll want to listen to…somebody you’ll need to listen to.”
[Zane just scoffs at this, giving the Avenging Angel a look of disgust.]“I’m here to save you from a life full of regrets, Zander. You might enjoy the party now, but let’s not forget what happened to…Samantha.”
[Zane takes just a moment to think about this, before shaking his head in confusion.]“Who?”
[This wipes the smirk off Shadow’s face, replaced with a scowl as the ladies call to Zane from the bus.]“Zander, what’s the hold up? We wanna hear your beautiful music!”
[Zane turns around with another grin on his face.]“Just a minute, ladies! I just need to finish my chat with…what’s your name again?”
[Zane turns back to face Shadow…who has disappeared with a cold rush of wind, forcing a confused Zane to head back to the bus with more questions than answers.] [Cut.]JON DAVENPORT VS. KNIGHTWATCH VS. ZANDER ZANE
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
PASS THE PLATE
BACKSTAGE
“And so we must repent my brothas! Pass that plate one mo’ gain, youngins!”
[The sound of D’von Chambers thunderous voice rings out through an impromptu congregation situated within the Tap Room halls. A few scattered faces, some being recognizable as gamblers from Karrde’s casino, sit on wooden pews, all passing an offering plate as they listen to the sermon.]“Part with your material possessions, give them unto the lord so that your souls may be redeemed!”
[The plate finds its way around, passing right in front of the viewer’s eyes as the door at the back of the room is forced open, a boot-wearing foot appearing through the entrance before a sneering Wild Karrde steps inside.]“Where is it?”
“Where is what, youngin?”
“The case. Give. Me. My. Case.”
[Chambers merely smiles, staring down at Karrde from his wooden stage.]“The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away my brotha. He was teaching you a lesson when that case left yo hands. You are too focused on what you own, now that you are free of that briefcase’s dastardly temptation, you will be able to cleanse the evil from your soul.”
[Karrde storms towards the stage, the congregation parting like the Red Sea as the Gambler leaps onto the stage and grabs Chambers by his suspenders.]“I ain’t playin’ no games, boy. What I own is mine. Ain’t no one gonna take my case and spew religious bullshit at me. You and I, we’re gonna have words. Tell me where my case is and you might jus’ be lucky enough to leave here without broken legs.”
[Chambers chuckles again, looking past Karrde, the gambler staring over his shoulder before Chambers pushes him into the crowd! The church members grab Karrde, allowing Chambers to walk past them.]“The sermon is over, son. I did not steal yo case, but it was by the will of the Lord that you no longer have it in yo hands. You passed the plate. That case is in the Lord’s hands now. I know not what he does, but I do know he has a lesson to teach you.”
[He exits, Karrde fighting off his former customers to get to Chambers.]“You gotta pass the plate, brotha. The case is gone, and soon enough, your other material goods will go to the lord too!”
[We fade out, Karrde angrily fighting off the congregation as Chambers chuckles.]RED
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“What?”
[The voice of Berengar comes surprised, obviously not expecting nor aware of what he has just stumbled upon.]“Blood. And you stepped in it.”
[Vigilkeeper’s voice answer’s Berengar’s surprise. The Void Knight looks down, seeing the body and staggers back in shock.]“Who is responsible for this? There is evil at play here.”
[A second presence makes itself felt in the scene with a chuckle. David Manson enters from behind Berengar.]“It’s incredible, isn’t it. How much blood can spill from a single body. How far the Red River flows once it is released. You have walked in the river, you are now forever linked to this poor soul.”
[Manson brandishes a large knife, which he points towards Berengar. The tip still drips with blood that falls onto Berengar’s boots.]“Red beauty.”
[Manson inhales deeply, bringing the knife closer to his face. Berengar is enraged and slams a smiling Manson up against the concrete wall.]“You will pay for what you have done. Your evil must be stopped. It will be your blood, not mine that will be spilled to save the lives of countless others.”
[Manson continues to smile, chuckling to himself as Berengar draws Vigilkeeper. It is only in this moment that a very faint groan is heard. The lifeless body is not dead. Berengar stops in his tracks, torn between vengeance and saving the victim. He lowers Vigilkeeper and a still chuckling Manson slips back into the shadows while Berengar kneels at the side of the victim to begin his aide.] [Cut.]REDWING VS. HAPPY
SINGLES MATCH
BORROWED TIME
BACKSTAGE
“MAMMON!”
[Following Troy’s march around the corner and as luck would have it, there he is.] [Nicholas Mammon.] [Volsungr’s movement immediately halts, not in caution or even hesitation, but rather in realization. Because while Mammon stands at the other end of the corridor, he is not alone. Between them is a specific object. One that Solveig obviously has a very keen interest in.] [His war hammer.] [The Salesman simply points at the weapon, a peaceful smile about him.]“How DARE you steal my war hammer” [Solveig growls.] “act quickly Salesman, because death comes for us all, but much sooner for you!”
[In an instant, Volsungr lunges forward into a dead sprint and while late, Mammon mimics his action, screaming in panic as he does.]“I DID NOT STEAL IT!!!”
[The two men charge at each other and at the hammer at the same time, but as Mammon moves in…] [VALKYRIE!] [Volsungr lands his powerful Superman Punch, dropping Mammon to the floor in a daze. Solveig stands over him for just a split second before reaching down to pick up the hammer and as he does, Mammon squeals.]“IT WAS A GIFT!”
[Solveig pauses. Freezing almost. His war hammer held high over his head in preparation to drive it down into the skull of Mammon, bringing him to an end. Something; however, is stopping him.]“Do you feel it Mr. Solveig?” [Mammon questions with a grin, one hand over his head in defense.] “Do you feel the power of your new and improved hammer pulsating through your veins?”
[Solveig looks wide eyed at his arm and hand and hammer within and in wander he speaks.]“What is this magic?”
“It has been modified Mr. Solveig.” [Mammon chuckles, slowly and carefully pulling himself to his feet.] “Before you had but a war hammer. Now you have a war hammer fit for a GOD!”
[Another moment of silence occurs as Volsungr continues to stare at his new weapon in amazement, before breaking his daze. He lifts his hammer towards Mammon, pointing at him.]“Do not cross me again Salesman, it will not be to your benefit!”
[Mammon continues to grin, lifting both hands in submission as Volsungr walks away; disappearing around the corner.]“Enjoy your gift Mr. Solveig because you are on borrowed time” [Mammon chuckles again.] “because everything has a price.”
[Static.] [Cut.]EDWARD NEWTONVS. DR. MINDFUCK
SINGLES MATCH
NEWTON’S ANSWER
RINGSIDE
“Mr. Newton persists in trying to play mind games with me.” [Forever muses.] “But he will not rattle me, not as I stand on the precipice of taking what matters the most to him.”
[Forever waves off the envelope, instead turning back to prepare for the upcoming trio’s match. The young man doesn’t move, taking a deep breath before speaking.]“It’s been sealed with blood.”
[Eli takes the envelope, turning to over to see a bloody finger print where the envelope was closed. Forever opens the envelope, but quickly recoils, dropping the envelope.] [Forever holds up his hand, a small droplet of blood forming on his finger, held within the skin by a small thorn protruding from it.] [Eli shakes his head, staring at the thorn.]“Mr. Newton desperately wishes to see me shaken. He must not see a reaction. It’s business as usual tonight. Once I’ve settled the matter in the ring, it will be time to pay the Champion a visit.”
[Newton picks the thorn out, letting it fall to the ground, as he goes about his business.] [What does all this mean?]WOLFGANG & QUINN VS. SPERO & GAMEBOY
TAG TEAM MATCH
FLUSHED
BACKSTAGE
“So, you gave the cakes to Mr. Kersh and then what happened?”
[Happy grumbles.]“He took a bite and then gave them to me,” [he says, throwing up again shortly after.] “And then I took a bite and now I’m sick, Mr. Nevermore.”
[Edgar chuckles quietly.]“I see, I see. Perhaps my chef requires further training, young man. It seems you’ve been given a bad batch. I’d hate to think of how this might affect Mr. Kersh in our match tonight. I hope the poor fellow is doing better than you are.”
[Vomiting sounds.]“I hope you don’t feel responsible in any way, Mr. Happy. This absolutely was not your fault, do you understand? I’ll fire that chef immediately.”
[Happy flushes the toilet, coming to the door.]“Oh no, please don’t do that, Mr. Nevermore,” [he pleads.] “I don’t want anyone to get in any trouble.”
[Nevermore pats him on the shoulder.]“Quite, quite,” [he says with a stoic nod.] “You’re a respectable young chap, Mr. Happy. To reward you for such Gentlemanly behaviour, I’d like to offer you a match at Crash and Burn. I believe I have quite the substantial expertise to offer you in the ring and you certainly deserve it.”
“Really?” [Happy’s eyes widen with joy.] “Wow, thank you so much Mr. Nevermore! This is a dream come…”
[Before he can finish that sentence, he rushes back inside the toilet.]“Think nothing of it. Think nothing of it at all.”
[The Poet grins, chuckling to himself and walking away.] [Cut.]FOREVER, MAMMON & MANSON VS. BERENGAR, CHAMBERS & SOLVEIG
TRIOS MATCH
NEGOTIATION
BACKSTAGE
“Oh, Nate, I must say that your work-“
[A hand rises as if to silence him. The voice of a certain doctor stopping for a second before growing irritably louder.]“Who do YOU th-“
“I believe it was you who called for this ‘assembly’ with Ol’ Nate, ain’t that right?” [says Nate Washington who still hasn’t looked up from his papers after cutting off Dr. Mindfuck once again.]
“Yeah, we did. Now what we wanted to talk about was-“
“The tights and underwear problem?” [says Nate, cutting off Mysterion this time.] [The two who entered the room look at one another.]
“How did you-“
“You think you’re the only one having problems with that shit? I’ve had three supply shipments intercepted by them and given over to the pigs. Plus, everyone’s been seeing those costumed clowns running all over your asses.”
[Despite this entire spiel, Washington has yet to look up from his papers as he crosses out a line and circles another. The tension on the other side of the table is growing as finally Mysterion reaches across the table and knocks the papers into the floor before grabbing Nate by his tie and yanking him close.]“You look at me when you talk to me.”
[The sounds of guns being drawn and cocked echoes in the small room where they sit in The Taproom. Nate Washington meets the eyes of Mysterion and smirks before waving down his men. Mysterion releases him as he straightens his tie and collar.]“I apologize! Allow me to start again. I’m Nate Washington.”
[Nate extends a hand and shakes with Dr. Mindfuck]“I’m Doctor MINDFUCK! At your service!”
[Nate extends a hand to Mysterion before shaking his. He doesn’t release the hold as he yanks Mysterion forward towards the desk as he leans forward.]“You ever put your damn hands on me again, boy, and I’ll make sure you’re the first costumed moron I send swimming with the fishes.”
[A moment passes as Nate releases him and they all sit back. Dr. Mindfuck looks between the two of them before twirling his thumbs.]“Are… are we done? Can we talk about the fucking REAL ISSUES NOW?!”
[Nate Washington smirks, seemingly enjoying the awkwardness.]“Yeah, let’s get down to business.”
PLUCKED
BACKSTAGE
“The letter was delivered. Yet Eli Forever has not come.”
[He looks down with a grin, seemingly addressing a person.]“Perhaps your faith is misplaced?”
[Newton steps aside, and we see a person with a bag over their head tied to a chair. They are wearing the same clothes that most of Forever’s congregation often wear. The Riddler’s head jerks to the side and the grin grows larger.]“Perhaps not.”
[Edwards slips into the darkness, disappearing from the screen, as Eli Forever strides into the room. His eyes show a vulnerability that his body never will as he runs to the side of the tied down person.]“Rose!” [Forever calls as he begins loosening the ropes.] [As Eli throws the bag to the side, his eyes now fill with anger.] [It’s the same young man that handed him the letter just a short time ago, and he looks like he’s been through hell in the time since.]
“Were you expecting someone else?”
[Edward Newton steps into the scene, his eyes sizing up Forever.] [CRACK!] [Forever’s fist connects with the Champion’s face as Eli grabs him around the neck, pushing him to the ground.]“Where is she?”
[The Riddle gestures to his neck, and Forever releases his grip enough for Newton to speak.]“Who?”
[CRACK!] [His nose now trickling blood, Newton nevertheless grins.]“Are you looking for your sister, Rose?”
[Eli pulls Newton up, his voice a cold and sinister monotone.]“Where is she?”
[Newton pulls away from Forever, noting the blood on his lip while straightening out his suit.]“She’s been plucked, Mr. Forever. As I said last week, I only wish to learn more about you. You’ll find that I always accomplish my goals. I told you that you would soon seek me out, and here you are. Your sister is safe, assuming she cooperates, but my only use for her is to find out who you were, who you are, and who you hope to be. Once I’m done with her, I’ll gladly release her back to your care. But she’ll imprisoned as long as my goal remains unfinished. So I recommend you step aside, return to your fortress, and await my call.”
[Forever has seemingly recovered his calm demeanor as he studies the Riddler.]“You have no idea who you have crossed, Newton.”
[Newton grins as he steps past Forever to the door.]“You are correct there. But I will soon know who you are, Eli. Then the real war begins.”
[As Edward walks off, Forever watches him coldly.] [This has gotten personal.]BRENT KERSH VS. EDGAR NEVERMORE
SINGLES MATCH
SICKENING
RINGSIDE
“Look at ya, Enforcer!”
[The voice of Jon Davenport echoes over the speakers as he appears on the video screen. He’s standing outside somewhere, the moon high in the sky.]“Even yer body is rejecting the filth you bring on this nation. Raised one queer daughter. Now you’ve got your little son running around, he’ll probably be a kiddie diddler when he grows up. Then your wife is raising a bastard child of a man who made you his bitch multiple times.”
[Davenport chuckles, the dogs barking occupied with something offscreen.]“But the worst dribble a’yer sperm was that piece of shit Trevor.”
[The scene widens, and Davenport is standing in front of the tombstone of Trevor Kersh. Even through the sickness, Brent Kersh seems to be ready to blow a gasket.]“You pretend to be the everyman that all these fine American people can worship, but like I been saying, you ain’t nothing but a traitor. Your kind betrayed their race, their gender, and this little shit here was betrayed by his daddy.”
[One of Davenport’s dogs run up, something in his mouth. Jon grabs it, and throws it away, a game of fetch occurring.]“See, maybe Trevor thought he could be a real man. While his daddy was playing dead, Trevor thought he could handle business. But you didn’t teach him nothing. Running around on the road, all you could raise were queers, whores, and worse of all… failures. Just like you, ain’t it Brent?”
[Through his revolting body, Kersh tries to roar at the screen. Davenport only laughs.]“Don’t worry Brent, I’m getting you in my sights real good. I ain’t gonna miss, and I ain’t gonna pussy out like you. Cause I’m a real man, a real American, and the real hero that the silent majority roots for. When I’m done, you’re gonna be just like your son.”
[The dog returns the object, and we see that it’s a bone.] [A human bone.] [The other dogs can now be seen, playing in a pile of bones.] [Trevor’s bones.]“How’d you think they knew you so well, Brent? I got the smell of Kersh in ’em.”
[Kersh stands to his feet, the sickness seemingly being controlled through sheer will. His entire body is as red as a tomato from the agony, both physical and mental. Davenport grins.]“Next week, Brent, I’m coming to finish this. You better heal up, boy, cause the silent majority ain’t so silent anymore. Brent Kersh betrayed them, now he pays the same price his boy did.”
[The video fades to black, and Kersh slowly makes his way backstage, each step filled with silent purpose and rage.]WILD KARRDE VS. SHADOW
DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
WARNING
BACKSTAGE
“You don’t belong here,” [says Luther Creed, stepping out of the darkness, lurking in the shadows.] “It’s time you leave.”
[Nightstick reaches down to his weapon and pulls it, pointing it at Creed.]“You’re going to shoot me, Offer?” [Creed asks, unafraid.] “Just another nigger shot dead in the dark by another cop breaking the law? Do it.”
[Suddenly, Nightstick is surrounded by multiple men and woman, all holding cell phones and cameras. They’re watching him intently as he wisely lowers his gun.]“You startled me son,” [he says back.] “That’s all.”
[Creed steps forward, surveying the damage himself.]“Is that right?” [He asks.] “You know Officer, it appears apparent to me that you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time. Look at this, eh? It looks like a warning you can’t simply ignore. You don’t belong here.”
[Nightstick steps forward.]“I see what you’re doing, kid; but this strategic war you’re planning isn’t going to end in the bloodshed you hope it will.”
[He walks away, grabbing his bag and putting on his glasses.]“Be safe out there, you got it? These streets are a dangerous place and a man with your demeanour might just run afoul of the law.”
[Creed grins.]“Is that a threat?” [He yells.] [The Cop ignores him, walking away.] [Cut.]