“FIND IT, NOW!”
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
In a dusty dirty back room somewhere in Olympus, Zeus stands inside a room alongside Ares, Mick Gordon and a whole host of Arcadia Police Department officers. There’s a lot of talking amongst themselves as Zeus figures out his next move.
“Quiet,” he says, hushing them all into an immediate silence. “You’re all correct in your assumption that a threat has been made to Arcadia; more notably, Olympus.”
Ares folds his arms.
“We’re still trying to understand what that threat is, so do not jump to conclusions,” The Bodyguard reminds them.
“Should we just shut Olympus down?” Jackson Cade steps up with a suggestion. “We can protect everyone in it if we shut it down until we know more about the threat.”
Zeus looks to Ares, then to Mick Gordon, who rolls his eyes.
“No!” He responds defiantly. “Shutting this place down isn’t an option.”
Just then, into the room bursts a masked Hermes, carrying yet another note. He frantically passes it to Zeus.
“There’s a bomb,” he breathlessly tells him. “They’ve told us to give back Ace Lawton, or they’ll detonate it. Where is he being held? I can retrieve him if needed sir.”
Zeus shakes his head.
“That’s also not an option,” he says, looking at Ares who shrugs. “Ace Lawton was a traitor and was handled as such.”
He begins pacing the room.
“But that doesn’t matter because I’m surrounded by the greatest force in Arcadia; the APD. I want you guys to search Olympus high and low for that bomb. It has to be here somewhere, and you need to find it, now!”
As the officers begin exiting the room and making their way to do a complete search of Olympus, Mick Gordon pulls Jackson Cade to one side.
“What’s your fucking problem, kid?” He asks sternly. “Do you want me to fire you?”
Jackson shakes his head.
“I’m sorry sir,” he apologizes sincerely. “I just wanted to help.”
“First you interrupt Ares once we’d delivered Lawton to him, and now you’re making suggestions to the Barron?” Mick asks with a look of confusion on his face. “You’re gonna get yourself noticed, Jack.”
“About that,” Cade interrupts. “Did you find anything?”
Gordon shakes his head.
“Not yet, but these things take time. If you keep opening your yapper, I wouldn’t be surprised if we lose you too,” Mick says, shrugging his shoulders and walking away.
Cade lowers his head, taking a deep breath.
“I’ll find him,” he says to himself, determined. “If it’s the last thing I do.”
DRACO DEVILLE vs. AARMAN FIDEL
Two men hope to impress Zeus in their debut match tonight: will intellect or seductiveness come out on top?
Tie up collar and elbow. Fidel backs Deville into the ropes and they tussle until the ref forces them to break. CHOP TO CHEST BY FIDEL! Fidel whips Deville into the ropes and throws a big right fist that Deville barely ducks under before rebounding right into a spinning spinebuster— LAY THEE DOWN!!
Fidel pulls Deville up and positions him into a cradle piledriver… but Deville breaks out and back body drops Fidel! Deville follows up by pouncing on Fidel, wrapping his arm around his head and legs around his back— CTHULU CLUTCH!! THE GROUNDED DRAGON SLEEPER IS LOCKED IN!!
Fidel drags himself to the ropes for a break, but as he gets to his feet Deville rushes him and knees him in the gut! Deville drapes Fidel’s knees over the middle rope and grapples around his neck— FAUSTIAN BARGAIN?? NO!! Fidel slips out of the rope hung DDT and delivers a brutal spear— ARROW OF GREED AND DESIRE!!
Fidel shoots an air arrow at Deville, signaling the end. He lifts Deville up into a powerslam and spins— BUT DEVILLE SLIPS OUT! Fidel turns around right into a kick to the gut— NECKBREAKER INTO A SPIN-OUT CUTTER!!! DEVILLE’S DUE!!! Cover— ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Deville gets his due with a big victory tonight!
WINNER: DRACO DEVILLE
Jackson Cade stands just outside a large yellow door.
“I hope this tip pays off.” Cade mutters as he opens the unlocked door and enters into a large hall.
Taking a moment to adjust his vision, the APD officer is taken aback by what he sees.
Arranged like an art gallery, with carefully lit exhibits, are nothing but grotesque scenes.
Bodies. Twisted, mutilated, and torn to shreds.
His face pale with shock, Cade looks at all of these victims, knowing that he’s truly found the one he’s looking for.
“Welcome to my nest, little Eagle.”
Cade whirls around, pointing his weapon at an utterly unconcerned Jasper Redgrave.
“I’m going to bring you in.” Cade asserts, readying his rifle.
Redgrave merely smiles.
“On what charges, officer?” He replies, sidestepping the advancing Perseus. “I don’t think there’s any law that determines how bodies are disposed of.”
Jackson, already troubled, stops.
“There are laws against murder. And Zeus’s law will be followed.”
Shaking his head, Redgrave walks over to where his sword is leaning up against the wall.
“You have no proof I killed these people, perhaps I just found them and took them? If you’re so determined to be go ‘by the book’ little Eagle, then I suggest you find the killer. Or perhaps you’d like to take in my portfolio a little longer? You might learn something about real art. See anything you like?”
“You’re sick.” Cade growls.
“I’m no more sick than those who would embalm or cremate corpses. At least I do something productive with the bodies of the dead. I’m sure you’ve wondered what happens to those who’ve met the business end of that rifle of yours, haven’t you?”
No answer. Redgrave smiles.
“Ah,” he begins. “Not a killer, then? Not yet anyway. The APD has a habit of turning all of it’s little Eagles into ruthless killers.”
He leans in, coming so close to Cade that the young man can feel his breath on his neck.
With force, Jackson shoves Redgrave into the wall, his rifle pointed at his neck.
“No more games. Let’s see how you handle a real interrogation.”
Redgrave merely nods, letting Cade cuff him without a fight. As he’s being led off, Redgrave offers no resistance.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, little Eagle.”
“AGENT DE LA MUERTE”
Backstage, in the heart of Olympus, El Mariachi Muerte walks the halls, preparing for his match later tonight. On his back is his precious guitar. As he walks through a set of doors, he’s set upon quickly by two fleeting hands, which in all the confusion manage to push him down into a cushioned chair. Across from the chair is a desk, and in a high-backed chair, facing away from Singing Death, a figure sits.
El Mariachi Muerte looks up at the hands that pushed him into the chair and finds that they’re attached to a vision of pure horror, a woman in a blood-soaked hospital-blue dress and white undershirt. She half-sneers, half-smiles at Singing Death.
“Why have you brought me here?” Singing Death asks, feeling the discomfort of the guitar digging into his back.
“Quiet, patient,” the woman says.
“Patient?” replies El Mariachi Muerte.
“Oh, Nurse Frightingale, there’s no need to be so cold with our new patient,” the figure in the chair says, before swinging around to face his foe. He too is soiled with blood, down his yellowing smock, and on his mask and wide, low-brimmed hat. “After all, this is just an informal catch-up. He made no appointment to see us about any specific ailment, did he?”
The nurse, who had begun loading a syringe with a clear liquid, a smile on her face, looks suddenly disappointed, and drops her arms to her side.
“Shame,” she says, and steps back into the dark corner of the room.
“I presume you are Dr. Death,” says Singing Death. “I have heard of you, of course.”
“That’s good, because it will make my questions so much easier,” the Hood Doctor replies. “I couldn’t help but overhear your beautiful song last week, and I just needed to get you here to speak about that. Make sure you’re all fine and well. In the head.”
Muerte looks puzzled. Dr. Death continues.
“You see, my Mariachi friend, the song you sang, of the death of a sweet, sweet woman. Well I can’t help but notice it sounds an awful lot like a patient of mine who was unfortunately rendered deceased not so long ago. A lovely woman with a swallow inked on her arm. It sounded like you were singing about her because you knew her – but this is impossible. I keep my patients confidentiality as a pillar of my morals.”
Singing Death stands from the chair, having had enough of this inquisition.
“Señor, I’m sure your patient was as sweet and lovely as you say. And I’m sure you gave her the best care you could. But understand this, my friend, I am an Agent De La Muerte. An agent of death. The songs I sing are not purely for pleasure, no. The songs of death I sing are vivid stories come to life. I bring death upon those I sing of. There is no way you could have saved this woman from her grizzly end, if indeed she is the same woman I sang of.”
The Hood Doctor makes to respond, but before he has time, Cantando la Muerte is gone, the door swinging shut behind him.
apollo: burning lights match
KPAVIO vs. STUBBINS DOOM
Kpavio and Stubbins Doom face off for a chance at the OSW World Championship, but who will be able to stand the heat when the spotlight is shined down on them tonight?
Kpavio and Doom are blasted with hot, bright lights from above, and they immediately shield their eyes from the light source. Not only that, but the heat is unbearable, and although doom’s glasses somewhat shield his eyes from the glare, his wardrobe choice already shows sweat stains throughout his body!
Both men wanting to get this match over with, they struggle towards each other and muster up whatever offense they can. Low commitment strikes, kicks, and chops are the extent of their physicality as they trade blows back and forth until they reach the brink of exhaustion…
Kpavio overpowers Doom with a ripcord, looking desperately to put an end to this hell and jumps at Doom with a flying knee— KPAVIO DESTROYER— NARROWLY DODGED BY DOOM! Doom waves Kpavio off with his right hand, when suddenly his left glove projectiles towards Kpavio and knocks him in the face— WATCH MY RIGHT HAND!!
Doom works smarter, not harder, and presses a button on his wrist that makes his boots propel him towards Kpavio— LEVITATING KICK TO THE HEAD!! HOVER, NO BOTHER!! Kpavio didn’t have it in him to dodge it and Doom lands ontop of him for the cover— ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
The Mad Scientist uses his resources to beat The Skull and overcome adversity for a shit at the OSW World Championship!
WINNER & ADVANCING TO MOUNT OLYMPUS: STUBBINS DOOM
In the office of The Red Hood, the aforementioned sits with Butch stood right behind him – keeping watch. The door knocks and in walks Smee, accompanied by two Samoan men. One of these is smaller, unassuming, and uninteresting. The other is a monster.
“Thank you for meeting with us, my name is-”
The Red Hood cuts him off.
“You’re the Tuga brothers,” he says sternly. “Everyone in Arcadia knows of the Tuga brothers.”
That brings a smile out of the smaller man. His brother just stands there, tribal tattoos on his face and body, looking menacing.
“My brother Amataga and I want out of this shithole and we hear that you’re looking for the best most violent fighters on Deathrow,” he proposes.
The Red Hood shakes his head.
“Aleki, I don’t need the trouble you two will bring to my operation,” Hood says with a shrug. “Besides, I have Butch here; what do I need with Amataga?”
Amataga goes to step forward, as does Butch, but Aleki stops him.
“You think Butch is a match for my brother?” Aleki asks with a chuckle. “You think he’ll be the prize fighter of Deathrow?”
“I’ll tell you what; I’ll give you and Amataga a chance to show me your worth. You have one week to prepare. Next week will be the inaugural fight of Deathrow Wrestling and since we operate on a one fight per card basis, to keep things quiet, Butch versus Amataga will be that fight.”
Aleki stands up, tapping his monster on the stomach with glee.
“Perfect,” he says proudly. “Let’s go Amataga.”
Amataga stops for a moment, staring a hole through Butch who sneers back at him.
This is going to be one hell of a fight.
Deep within the confines of The Bleak are we once again greeted with the sounds of distant yelling and seemingly endless sounds of struggling and fighting that come from within this decrepit part of the slums.
“I knew this place still needed help, though I suppose that’s all that can be asked of me when the savior of this place is so inefficient.” Kpavio is once again roaming through the many pathways of The Bleak, the Skull now looming over the deceased body of yet another thug taken down ruthlessly yet swiftly. He examines him for hidden weapons when an arm wraps around his neck!
“You were told to stay away from my district.” A cold, familiar voice seeps out, filling Kpavio’s ears for a mere moment.
KPAVIO’S HEAD GETS SLAMMED INTO A NEARBY WALL AND HE CRUMPLES TO THE GROUND!
The Skull tries to look up before a foot comes crashing down heavily upon his neck, keeping him stuck on the ground and leaving him to only assume the owner.
The Night Haunter has been stalking Kpavio since he entered the district, seemingly unseen in the darkness and unheard until he wished to be heard. He leans down, keeping Kpavio forced to the dirt as he speaks.
“Outsiders don’t belong in The Bleak, these are my people, my terrible, hellish people. This is your last chance to leave before you join the victims of my haunt.” His voice is quiet yet sharp, speaking with authority before removing his foot from Kpavio’s neck. The Skull slowly rises, looking Mannfred in his eyes, shaking his head.
“You’re part of the reason it’s a hell, you’re a horror just like them and all you’re doing is proving this place needs me.” The Skull’s face is unseen, but we can hear the sneer in his voice.
“I know,” Curze says, unaffected by his enemy’s words. “Now go.”
Kpavio stands there for a moment, sighing as he backs away into the darkness. “I’ll go, Mannfred. But soon, soon I’ll be back. Arcadia needs a hero.”
The Skull disappears, Mannfred looking down at the corpse Kpavio left behind as we fade to black.
athena: last man standing match
DESTRUCTO BOY VS. DREXL
Will Destructo Boy or Drexl stand tall after their clash and earn an opportunity to climb Mount Olympus?
Drexl points at Destructo Boy and looks to the audience to gauge their reaction regarding the shorty wearing a mask and a cape who stands before him. He laughs, and shakes his head but when he looks back Destructo Boy is already flying at him— RUNNING CORKSCREW HEADBUTT!! IMPACT BREAKER!!
The ref counts to five before Drexl gets back to his feet, and now taking his opponent more seriously he sprints at Destructo Boy, who drops flat to the mat. Drexl rebounds off the ropes and Destructo Boy tries to leapfrog him but is met with a midair somersault clothesline— SPEED DIAL!!
Drexl follows up by kissing his rings and viciously grinding them into the grounded Destructo Boy’s baby blue eyes— ANGEL TEARS!! He shouts at the ref to count, and he makes it to seven before Destructo boy manages to get to his feet. Drexl, meanwhile plots his next move…
Whilst Destructo Boy staggers around the ring, Drexl holds his left arm above his head and smilingly points at his gold watch before lifting his opponent up into a vertical suplex— AND NAILING HIM WITH A KNEELING STUNNER!!! 10:30!!! Before Destructo Boy can get to his feet— THE REF COUNTS TO TEN!!!
Drexl got his shit together just in time to turn his fortunes around and keep Destructo Boy down for the ten count!
WINNER & ADVANCING TO MOUNT OLYMPUS: DREXL
In among an expanse of rock and nothingness sits a field of clovers. Empty to the naked eye, but a small figure appears from within its hidey-hole in a rock. Knick Knack looks about, noticing the coast is clear and he whistles into the empty air.
Soon, he is joined at his side by Tallywhack and other figures appear from all over. Behind rocks, within little caves. They all converge on the Cloverfield, to where a large rock stands. The lookout taps the rock, an intricate rhythmic pattern. The entire Cloverfield seems to open up and the earth itself rumbles. A dwelling of sorts erupts out of the ground, a little like a tavern but only half-sized.
“Home! Bout feckin’ time.”
Tally pushes past his brother and slips inside the hideout. He re-appears moments later with a fresh bottle of whiskey, taking a long glug. He tosses it to Knick Knack, who promptly follows suit.
“To the victor, the spoils! Let’s ‘ave a looksey.”
The pair disappear back into the rock expanse they were hiding in, appearing again moments later dragging Blacktooth’s treasure chest. They drag it inside Cloverfields and sit it in the middle of the tavern floor.
“What’cha think, Knacky? How many credits you think are in there?”
Knick Knack’s eyes gleam.
“Blacktooth’s prize? Enough to fund his entire operation. We’re feckin’ rich Tally.”
“Drinks on us tonight lads!”
With that, Tallywhack takes to the treasure chest lock with a crowbar, popping it off and flipping open the lid.
The excitement in the air soon dies right the fuck down.
“What the feckin’ feck?”
“That’s not gold. Tally… You feckin’ promised.”
The treasure chest that the Lucky Charms had just dragged halfway across Arcadia is full to the brim, not of gold, but of body parts.
Severed limbs, Fingers, chunks of flesh.
Knick Knack reaches into the chest and pulls free a dismembered arm. He turns it over in his hands for a moment before slapping Tallywhack across the cheek with it.
“You told me it was gold, you feckin’ bastard.”
Tally opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a whistle from outside. A whistle that is cut abruptly short.
They barely have time to close the chest before the door to Cloverfields bursts open and one of the Lucky Charms family comes falling backwards, a cleaver in his chest.
“Get out here, ya’ fucking little shits…”
The voice of Blacktooth brings them abruptly back into the present.
“Bring my treasure with ya, or yer going to lose more brothers today.”
Knick Knack looks at the severed arm he is still holding, noticing something. A golden ring, glinting on one of the fingers.
“Tally. We can still make something of this ruddy chest.”
Tally opens the window, looking outside into the field of clovers where Blacktooth and a dozen of his mercenaries stand. He tosses a round ball, which instantly starts letting out smoke. Before long, the entire air of the field is thick with smoke.
Knick Knack taps a lever behind the bar and the tavern itself plunges back beneath the level of the ground – with the Lucky Charms still inside it, along with Blacktooth’s ‘treasure’.
By the time the smoke clears, the field of clovers is simply that again. The dwelling, along with the Lucky Charms and the treasure, is gone.
HESTIA: INFERNO match
BLACKTOOTH vs. GEMINI
Two titans will fight in the flames to climb Mount Olympus, but will Blacktooth or Gemini fly too close to the sun?
Blacktooth and Gemini circle one another, keeping their distance from each other as well as the smoldering perimeter of the ring as each sense imminent danger. Blacktooth advances first, attempting to grapple Gemini who ducks underneath his clutches and sidekicks him in the ass towards the ropes— BUT BLACKTOOTH HALTS HIMSELF JUST IN TIME!
Gemini leaps at Blacktooth’s back and grabs ahold— HEX??? NO!!! Blacktooth shakes off the backstabbed and powers Gemini back towards the center of the ring. He charges at her and a blade slides out from his boot as she tries to get to her feet…
KICK TO THE GUT— FOLLOWED BY AN ENZIGURI!! THE WASTELANDER!! Gemini grasps as her stomach as she rolls towards the ropes, coming within inches of the flame! Blacktooth doesn’t let her breathe however, yanking Gemini’s head back into a camel clutch and fishhooking her nose back, heartily laughing as he does so— MUTILATION!!
Blacktooth continues to yank back as Gemini shrieks in pain. He’s unrelenting, and with no rope breaks Gemini can only attempt to power out of the submission. She shakes herself about, but she slowly fades and the fight inside her disappears before Blacktooth releases… FLOPPING GEMINI’S UPPER BODY RIGHT INTO THE FLAMES!!!
Blacktooth flays the hottie and earns his shot at the OSW World Championship!
WINNER & ADVANCING TO MOUNT OLYMPUS: BLACKTOOTH
The House of Sovereigns.
Inside Zeus’ palace of a home, The Barron resides. Instead of being in Olympus tonight, Ares has suggested that for now, he remain safely and securely at home. He isn’t best pleased about that, but if Olympus does go boom, no-one needs Zeus to go boom with it.
Zeus, however, isn’t alone.
Stood opposite him is none other than Colt Ramsey.
Ramsey hands the Barron a packet and watches as he opens it, taking a peek inside. With an expression of frustration on his face, he looks at the photographs given to him by Colt and shuffles them back inside the packet.
“Has anyone else seen these?” He asks.
Colt shakes his head.
“No,” he confirms. “I didn’t even know what I’d managed to capture until I developed them today. I do however have some alternative photos for a somewhat different narrative if you’re interested?”
He pulls another manilla packet from his back pocket and hands that to Zeus, who looks inside and comes back with a wry smile.
“You did this?” He asks with a chuckle.
“I did,” Colt replies with a stern expression. “I have my reasons. I think if you followed this narrative instead of the other, it’d be better for everyone.”
Zeus thinks about it for a moment.
“I’ll see what I can do. Thanks for coming to me, Colt,” Zeus says with a handshake. “It won’t be forgotten.”
POSEIDON: DEFEAT BY DROWNING MATCH
BLACKTOOTH vs. GEMINI
A metal tub of water sits in the middle of the ring! The only way to win is to drown your opponent, but how can Knick Knack hope to drown a giant like Drewitt?
Drewitt grabs for Knick Knack and easily grabs the back of his neck! He lifts him up AND DUNKS HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE TUB! He goes up and down, dunking Knick Knack repeatedly! The Leprechaun looks like a drowned cat once he’s lifted out! AND HE SPITS WATER INTO DREWITT’S EYES!
Knick Knack is dropped and he immediately slides under The Explorer’s legs to bite his Achilles’ heel! Drewitt drops to a knee AND KNICK KNACK LEAPS UP TO SLAM HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE RIM OF THE TUB! The evil bastard bounces Drewitt off of the tub again and again!
The Leprechaun wails on Drewitt with tiny lefts and rights before The Pilgrim catches a punch and headbutts him across the nose! He effortlessly Biel tosses him across the ring! Knick Knack rolls to his feet AND GETS CAUGHT WITH A BIG BOOT TO THE FACE THAT KEEPS HIM DOWN!
Drewitt hauls Knick Knack up and throws him back at the tub where he hits the rim with a thud! Drewitt wraps a hand around Knick Knack’s throat! ARDUOUS JOURNEY! CHOKESLAM! KNICK KNACK GOES BACK FIRST TO THE BOTTOM OF THE TUB AND DREWITT HOLDS HIM THERE! KNICK KNACK CAN’T BREATHE! HE TAPS!
Drewitt’s size proved too big an advantage as he drowns Knick Knack for the win!
WINNER & ADVANCING TO MOUNT OLYMPUS: DREWITT
Destructo Boy. The young hero to be walks through the slums looking for something… or rather someone. He dips around a corner and soon finds himself looking at a ramshackle homestead where we see The Arcadian Mummy sitting on a rusty chair cleaning beneath his bandages with scavenged medical supplies.
“Burned Man?” Destructo Boy’s voice rings out, The Burned Man putting down his bottle of saline and glancing back at the hero, seemingly unenthused by his presence.
“Hero.” He speaks bluntly, standing up from his chair and wrapping up the hand he was cleaning. “Is there a reason you’ve come to my door or are you simply patrolling a safer level?”
“No! I’m… I’m just here to make sure Doom didn’t come for you again. I heard what he said about your condition, I figured he’d be back to get you if he could.” The young hero speaks with conviction, slinging the Kingdomblade over his shoulder as he speaks. However, this simply elicits a tired, if not sympathetic chuckle from The Mummy.
“You’re kind, I can tell. But like I said, you’re nothing more than a child. You have good intentions, yes, but men like Doom? They’ll devour you. I know what the evilest of Arcadia is capable of, my wife and child… they know even better than I do. If you want to do me a favor, Hero, then you’ll stay away from Doom-“
“Never. Men like him won’t stop unless someone steps up to stop them.”
The Burned Man simply sighs again, walking past Destructo Boy as he does. “I see. Well, think on it. I’d hate to see the evils of this place take another kind soul.” The Burned Man walks off out of sight, Destructo Boy frowning as he does.
“I’ve thought on it. I just think Arcadia needs a little Faith.”
HERA: LUMBERJACK MATCH
MANNFRED CURZE VS. DOCTOR DEATH
A crowd of Arcadia civilians surround the ring! All of them paid extra credits just to get a chance to get a piece of this action as the bell rings!
As Curze and Dr. Death circle the ring when a song begins to play over the speakers! EL MARIACHI MUERTE IS ON THE ROOF OF THE ENTRANCE AREA PLAYING A SONG! DR. DEATH IS DISTRACTED AND MANNFRED THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE INTO THE CROWD! THE LUMBERJACKS CRAVE VIOLENCE!
Dr. Death is getting pushed around and wailed on as he climbs to the apron! Curze hits the ropes AND DR. DEATH PULLS THEM DOWN! CURZE FALLS TO THE CROWD TOO! Dr. Death leaps! PAINKILLER! DIVING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO CURZE! Both men start brawling as the lumberjacks tear at them from all sides!
They trade rights and lefts before Curze nails a wild uppercut that knocks Dr. Death silly! He turns to the blood thirsty crowd and tears into them! Paying customers dropped left and right before he whips one to Dr. Death! BOTH THE LUMBERJACK AND DEATH CAREEN THROUGH THE STEEL STEPS!
Curze clears a way and rolls Dr. Death into the ring! He slides in behind him lays into him with a slew of hard stomps before hauling him up overhead! WICKED PRAYER- NO! DR. DEATH DROPS BEHIND! DEFIBRILATOR! PEDIGREE DROPS MANNFRED! He covers! One! Two! Three!
Despite El Mariachi Muerte’s distraction Dr. Death was still able to claim the victory here tonight and cement his spot in the Mount Olympus match!
WINNER & ADVANCING TO MOUNT OLYMPUS: DR. DEATH
Narcissa Balenciaga is pissed!
Striding with purpose through the backstage area, the Fashionista blows through an open door before coming to a pause.
“You!” She yells.
The ‘you’ in this instance is the black-clad woman sat cross-legged on the ground. Candles surround her, lit with a sickly green flame, providing the only light in the room. Runes have been scrawled into the walls.
This is Gemini. Not the sweet girl we met last week, but the witch.
Her eyes open, studying Narcissa up and down with a leering grin.
“Finally!” Gemini declares. “My dear, I knew you’d come for me.”
Shaking her head, Balenciaga is more pissed than she was to start.
“You turned me away, you psycho. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I don’t want anything to do with your bullshit!”
Floating off the floor, Gemini comes to a standing position. She leaves her circle, and gets uncomfortably close to the other woman.
“I saved you.” The Void huskily whispers. “You would have died if not for my help, and my help does not come without cost.”
“Yeah, you did.” Narcissa responds, creeped out by the Witch. “And you’ve also been inside my mind ever since, taunting me.”
“A mere hex.” Gemini responds dismissively. “Now that you’ve found me, I’ll be glad to remove it. We have work to do.”
Narcissa steps away, shaking her head.
“There is no ‘we’ here. Whatever you want from me, take it. I’m going to bring Zeus down, not participate in whatever devilry you’re conjuring.”
Gemini’s eyes squint into a glare, yet her lips retain her smile.
“Oh, I’ll take it. Don’t worry about that. You have one week to prepare all information you have on Zeus and his cronies.”
“Deal.” Narcissa snaps back.
The Fashionista gets up in Gemini’s face, an assertive finger raised up to point.
“And don’t ever think you can just order me around. I don’t fuck with creepy people like you. Bitch, I’m fabulous, and you aren’t worth my time.”
Narcissa stalks off, still pissed but with new purpose.
Gemini chuckles, blowing a thin wisp of air out between her lips.
The candles go out.
“ONE MORE CHANCE”
In the middle of the ring to no fanfare or fuss, Felix Foley stands before us a humble man with a microphone. He looks around the adoring fans, showing a glimmer of a smile.
“Mr. Wolfe,” he pleads. “I know you’re in the back. Could you come out here, please? I really need to talk with you; just you and I.”
There’s a moment of silence.
A pause if you will.
Just then, Gunfight by Sick Puppies begins to play as Damien walks through the entrance to a chorus of boos. He stops before turning the corner, producing a microphone of his own as the music fades away.
“What do you want, Foley?” He asks, making his way up the steps onto the stage.
“I want you to reconsider the denial of my application,” he asks sincerely. “I know our first meeting didn’t go so well and I apologize, I really truly do.”
Damien rolls under the bottom rope and gets back to his feet, straightening out his suit.
“No!” He replies to boos from the crowd. “Men like you have no place educating the youth of our World. Arcadia will be better off without you.”
That statement brings tears to Foley’s eyes.
“P-Please,” he begs, tears streaming down his face. “The children are all I have. I must teach them. I must! Please just give me one more chance.”
“P.. P… Please,” Damien mocks, rubbing his eyes. “Pwease help me, Mister. Pwease. You’re a joke, Foley.”
Just then, smoke begins filling the arena, the entrance, and the stage. All we can see is darkness, and smoke floating around before us. The lights then begin flashing red.
All around us, red bursts.
Followed by a scream.
When the lights come back on, Damien Wolfe is unconscious in the middle of the ring and Felix Foley is stood across from him, his eyes widened with fear.
What the hell just happened?
ZEUS: ELECTRIC ROPES MATCH
JASPER REDGRAVE VS. TALLYWHACK
Redgrave and Tallywhack must conquer one another and steer clear of the electric ropes tonight in order to get a shot at the OSW World Title!
Redgrave goes to grapple Tallywhack but the wee leprechaun crawls between his legs, tripping Redgrave up in the process! Tallywhack snickers and latches onto Redgrave’s back, locking in a sleeper hold! Redgrave reaches for the ropes but realizes he’d get electrocuted, so he changes course and gets to his feet…
Redgrave begins backing up towards the ropes and it’s too late before Tallywhack realizes what’s happening. The leprechaun’s snickering turns to howling as his back presses against the ropes, shocking both him and Redgrave in the process! Both men collapse to the mat, Tallywhack worse for wear, and Redgrave stands…
As Tallywhack gets to his feet, Redgrave delivers a superkick that launches Tallywhack through the air into the ropes, shocking the shit outta him, and bouncing him back to Redgrave who drills him with a high velocity spinning back elbow— COLLAGE OF VIOLENCE!! Cover— ONE! TWO!! THR— TALLYWHACK KICKS OUT!!
Redgrave looks to end this, double underhooking Tallywhack’s arms— SYMPHONY OF SYMMETRY??? YES!!! Redgrave pedigreed the ever loving shit out of Tallywhack, and the leprechaun is seeing rainbows now! Redgrave rolls Tallywhack over and hooks both legs as the ref slides in next to them to count— ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Redgrave shocked Tallywhack and earned a shot at the OSW World Championship!
WINNER & ADVANCING TO MOUNT OLYMPUS: JASPER REDGRAVE
“HERO TO ZERO”
“Stubbins Doom! I’m here on behalf of the people of Arcadia to take you down!” The voice of Destructo Boy rings out through the Doom Factory, bouncing off of the glass bottles and machinery as he walks bravely into the lab. In the center of it sits Stubbins Doom, the Doctor watching as a drone with a broom attached begins to sweep the remnants of last week’s drones off of his floor.
“Oh no! The hero has returned! Whatever am I to do? Shall I call the daycare?” He barely seems to be paying attention to Destructo Boy, the hero angrily walking towards him with his Kingdomblade in hand ready to attack! But Doom simply snaps his fingers and a chain shoots from the ground and wraps around his ankle!
“Pity, that was supposed to wrap around your neck. Calibrations for later.” Doom stands up from his chair and walks towards Destructo Boy, tapping a few more buttons on his glove and watching as three more chains go out that snap shut on his other ankle and his wrists. “Thankfully I can aim those ones myself. Now, are you here to play hero again or are you going to apologize for impeding my progress?”
Destructo Boy fights against his restraints as Doom walks around him, looking him up and down before Destructo Boy can blurt out “I’m here to put a stop to you!” However, this merely gets a chuckle from Doom who stops in front of him.
“Stop me? Allow me to dumb down a simple math equation for you so that you can understand why you can never stop me.”
Destructo Boy looks on in confusion as Doom speaks, clearly unsure of exactly where this is going.
“What do you get when you take a Hero, divide by Stubbins Doom and subtract experience?”
DOOM TAZES DESTRUCTO BOY IN THE CHEST! JAMES FAITH JACKSON DROPS TO THE GROUND!
“Drones! Get this boy out of here. Then get me a coffee, room for cream.” Doom snaps his fingers as his drones do exactly that, Destructo Boy lifted out of the Doom Factory while Doom is handed a delicious freshly brewed coffee.
TAG TEAM MATCH
FELIX FOLEY & EMM VS. GRIMSKULL & COLT RAMSEY
Chaos is sure to ensue in this tornado tag match, as Felix Foley and El Mariachi Muerte take on Colt Ramsey and Grimskull!
Grimskull goes after Foley at the jump, as Ramsey and Muerte trade punches. Ramsey grabs Muerte, looking to send the Singing Death into the corner…but it’s reversed, forcing the Jorno into the turnbuckle instead! On the other side of the ring, Grimskull takes the Puppetmaster down with a nasty neckbreaker!
Muerte sandwiches Ramsey into the turnbuckle with a corner splash as Grimskull goes to work on Foley with some elbows…until he’s caught with a dropkick to the head by Muerte! Grimskull quickly gets back to his feet, but is met with a clothesline that sends him reeling into the ropes.
Foley gets back to his feet, the pair going after the Preacher until Ramsey comes running in for the save, grabbing Muerte from behind as he hits a swinging reverse DDT! THAT’S A WRAP! Grimskull goes for a superkick on the Puppetmaster! LESSON–MISSES! Foley sends Grimskull out of the ring!
Ramsey brings Muerte back to his feet, clenching a full nelson for the legsweep facebuster! FIT…NO! Muerte reverses into an overhead belly to belly toss! WHISKEY LULLABY! With the Preacher still dazed, Muerte pulls Ramsey up before hitting a package piledriver! FADE TO BLACK, AND THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Felix Foley and El Mariachi Muerte make for a formidable duo to pick up a win over Grimskull and Colt Ramsey!
WINNERS: FELIX FOLEY & EMM
“EYES IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD”
After that incredible Tag Team Match, everyone has left the ring except Grimskull – who demands a microphone and rolls to the outside, standing on the edge of the stage. With thousands of fans looking at him, he finds himself in a position of comfort.
“Were you entertained?” He asks to a cheer from the crowd. “The bloodshed and the violence here in Arcadia is the ultimate endurance for our very freedom.”
The crowd seem to be listening.
“I talk about pain, not as if it’s the enemy, but as if it’s our greatest asset in the dream of being completely and utterly free,” he says powerfully. “If you were to follow me, you’d gain such enlightenment from what you perceive to hurt. There are many ways to gain freedom of your mind here in Arcadia, but none are like mine.”
Suddenly, a steel chair slams into the head of Grimskull from behind, sending him tumbling over the edge of the stage and into the crowd. The audience reach up, capturing his fallen body as we look to cloaked members of the Third Eye!
They now stand atop the stage, one with a steel chair in hand.
Vision is no-where to be seen, but the audience lower Grimskull to the ground, separating as if to give him some room. Numerous people begin kneeling in servitude around him, having just witnessed such a violent act.
The Third Eye storm away, tossing the steel chair down and heading out of the crowds eye before things turn nasty.
double feature championship
THE BURNED MAN VS. NARCISSA VS. DAMIEN WOLFE VS. CAESAR XL
The Double Feature Championship is on the line tonight in our main event that sees four bright stars looking to shine brightly as our first singles Champion here in Olympus. Will it be The Burned Man? The Designer, Narcissa Balenciaga? Conservator Wolfe or El Fuego, Ceasar XL walking away with the gold?
Three competitors begin the match sizing up one Ceasar XL, who laps up the attention with a smirk. The Burned Man and Narcissa charge Ceasar, while Damien Wolfe merely observes. TBM lights up El Fuego with a DISCUS LARIAT! BUT CEASAR MERELY SHAKES IT OFF!
NARCISSA BALENCIAGA WITH A RUNNING CROSS BODY!
KNOCKING CEASAR INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
She lands in a three point stance just as The Burned Man sprints past her.
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK FROM TBM! HE NAILED CEASAR WITH IT!
THE BIG GUY SLUMPS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
NARCISSA GRABS THE BURNED MAN… SIT-OUT FACECRUSHER!
HE ATE ALL OF THAT ONE! THE DESIGNER STOLE THE OPPORTUNITY!
With Ceasar XL down and The Burned Man lying at his feet, Damien Wolfe finally makes his presence known. Slowly, cooly he walks across the ring while Narcissa is distracted. He spins The Designer around.
BRACHIUM BREAKER! SINGLE ARM DDT!
DAMIEN WOLFE BARELY BROKE A SWEAT!
He uses his foot to roll Narcissa out of the ring, a mildly annoyed look on his face as he watches her body slump to the stage floor below. Conservator Wolfe steps over TBM and grabs Ceasar by the head, standing him up.
BULLDOG TO CEASAR XL!
WOLFE DROPS CEASAR RIGHT ON TOP OF THE BURNED MAN’S BODY!
THAT’S A WHOLE LOTTA MANMEAT FALLING ON TOP OF YOU!
Wolfe struggles to roll Ceasar over onto his back where he can look down upon Papa Dinero with a shiteating smirk and plant his foot right XL’s face. He stomps the body of Ceasar, then goes back for another.
BUT CEASAR CATCHES DAMIEN’S FOOT!
HE PUSHES CONSERVATOR WOLFE OVER, KNOCKING HIM INTO THE ROPES!
WOLFE BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES AND REBOUNDS RIGHT INTO A BRUTAL LARIAT!
CEASAR XL JUST TURNED CONSERVATOR WOLFE INSIDE OUT AND UPSIDE DOWN!
Papa Dinero picks Wolfe up off the mat by the scruff of the Conservator’s neck. Marching him across the ring, he lifts Wolfe up into the air…
AND TOSSES HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!
DAMIEN WOLFE CRUMPLES TO A DAMNED HEAP!
Ceasar looks hell bent on continuing the assault, stomping on any part of Wolfe’s body that moves, but he cannot take advantage of the situation for long.
THE BURNED MAN WITH A NECKBREAKER FROM BEHIND!
HE TAKES OUT CEASAR XL AGAIN!
The Burned Man is quick to ascend the turnbuckle, looking to strike while the iron is hot. He lines up Ceasar XL, calling for his patented Elbow Drop.
BUT NARCISSA BALENCIAGA TOSSES HIM FROM THE TOP!
FROM THE TURNBUCKLE, THE BURNED MAN CRASHES ONTO THE STAGE SURROUNDING THE RING!
Narcissa slinks into the ring and makes a beeline for Conservator Wolfe.
TOE PUNT! SHE REALLY STUCK HER FOOT INTO HIS FACE!
Wolfe goes down again, and Narcissa proceeds to drive her stiletto heel right into the base of his neck, between the shoulder blades.
SHE’S REALLY TEACHING CONSERVATOR WOLFE ABOUT HIGH FASHION!
THOSE HEELS LOOK EXPENSIVE!
A good stomp from Narcissa catches Conservator Wolfe right on the shoulder, and he rolls out of the ring to escape the stiletto onslaught. Narcissa instead climbs the turnbuckle, focusing her attention on the only man left in the ring. The biggest one. She watches from on high as Ceasar XL struggles to push himself to a vertical base.
DIVING CROSS BODY TO CEASAR!
BUT CEASAR XL CATCHES HER IN MID AIR!
GORILLA PRESS TOSS!
EL FUEGO THREW NARCISSA RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!
SHE LANDS ON THE ENTRANCE STAGE AND SKIDS TO A HALT JUST BEFORE DROPPING OFF!
THE RING IS CEASAR XL’S!
El Fuego watches from the ring as a brawl breaks out on the ringside stage. Conservator Wolfe is trading blows with The Burned Man. TBM pushes Wolfe back first into the speaker wall. The Arcadian Mummy punches at Damien Wolfe, aiming right at the face, but Wolfe ducks and TBM punches directly into the concrete of the Clash backdrop. But he continues right on, not showing any signs of pain.
Wolfe fights back, kneeing TBM in the guts to give himself an opening. He grabs The Burned Man by the bandaged head and marches him towards the edge of the stage.
DAMIEN WOLFE IS TRYING TO TOSS THE BURNED MAN OFF THE STAGE, LINING UP A SPOT RIGHT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE ENTRANCE STEPS!
BUT THE BURNED MAN STANDS HIS GROUND!
BOTH MEN TOPPLE FROM THE STAGE, FALLING HALF WAY DOWN THE STEPS AND ROLLING INTO A CRUMPLED HEAP AT THE BOTTOM!
NARCISSA BALENCIAGA THREW BOTH MEN OFF THE STAGE!
She turns her attention back to the ring, where Papa Dinero stands slow clapping her efforts with a smirk on her face. Narcissa runs and slides in but Ceasar is waiting for her. They trade blows, but Ceasar easily overpowers the underweight Designer.
He grabs her around the throat with both hands, lifting her into the air.
He looks her right in the eyes as she struggles for breath and yells.
“Ahora te mueres”
NARCISSA BREAKS UP THE DOUBLE ARMED CHOKESLAM WITH A GOUGE TO THE EYES!
SHE KEEPS GOUGING THEM!
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER! CEASAR XL IS DOWN!
Adding insult to injury, she takes a page out of Ceasar XL’s own book… THE LATEST TREND!
NARCISSA CHARGES OFF AT THE ROPES, HOPPING OVER CEASAR XL!
EL FUEGO PIERNA… CEASAR XL’S OWN LEG DROP USED AGAINST HIM, BUT WITH A TWIST!
NARCISSA LANDS FEET FIRST, DRIVING THE STILETTO HEELS INTO CEASAR’S BACK!
SHE ROLLS HIM UP FOR THE QUICK PIN!
THE REST OF THE TITANS ARE STILL LYING IN A HEAP AT THE BOTTOM OF THE ENTRANCE STEPS!
DO WE HAVE OUR FIRST DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION?
SHE HAS DONE IT!
NARCISSA BALENCIAGA IS YOUR NEEEEEW DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION!
Narcissa has her hand raised and claims his new championship belt. She climbs the turnbuckle and holds it into the air. She took out the biggest dog in the fight to get the belt!
WINNER AND NEW DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: NARCISSA BALENCIAGA
“TICK, TICK… AUGE!”
With the Main Event over, Narcissa Balenciaga grabs her Double Feature Championship and drops to her knees in exhaustion.
However, within seconds, she’s not alone.
Because surrounding the ring, having stormed it from every direction at the Arcadia Police Department. Zeus and Ares soon make their way out from the entrance and up the stairs, watching as she carefully rolls to the outside and squeezes past the police.
They’re not here for her.
Jackson Cade rushes under the ring and carefully pulls something out – a bomb. A ticking device that strikes fear into the heart of everyone at ringside, As the fans quickly head towards the exit, Cade places the bomb down and grabs a pair of wire cutters, carefully cutting the red wire.
He cuts the green wire.
Everyone breathes a collective sigh of the relief, numerous members of the APD walking over to congratulate the young recruit on a successful deactivation. In the meantime, Zeus and Ares have entered the ring.
They’re here for a different reason.
With a nod in the direction of Mick Gordon, they watch as the Sheriff storms the ring surrounded by men, approaching one as he gets back to his feet, stopping him at his knees.
“Caesar XL,” Gordon says. “You’re under arrest.”
The ginormous mountain of a man looks absolutely flabbergasted. He looks around him, looking at the guns drawn and pointed in his direction. Zeus approaches, kneeling before him.
“You’re under arrest for terrorism against Olympus, against Arcadia and for plotting my assassination,” Zeus says angrily. Caesar frowns, but soon smiles. “You Uprising bastards will learn, one way or another.”
Just then, XL lunges forward, throwing Mick Gordon from him and snapping the handcuffs in one fell swoop.
He rushes towards Zeus…
SUPERKICK BY JACKSON CADE!
CADE DAMN NEAR TOOK HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!
As Caesar XL falls to the canvas with a giant thud, Cade is patted on the back by Zeus in a sign of respect for saving his ass. Ares, meanwhile, isn’t too impressed.
“Get this piece of shit down to interrogation,” Zeus demands of Gordon and the APD. “Let’s find out what he knows.”
As the APD pull an unconscious Caesar out of the ring, Jackson Cade shares a look with Ares, who grimaces.