[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “the whole truth” [/edgtf_highlight]
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Struggle.
The sound of people struggling is how we open, cold, in the middle of the Doom Factory. Caesar XL and Colt Ramsey cut exhausted frames, topless and with their heads bowed. They’re tied to chairs and are soon awoken by clicking fingers.
“Wake up, gentlemen,” a voice says between the clicks. Colt is the first to come to. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Ramsey.”
“Where am I?” He asks, groggily.
Before Doom can answer, Caesar awakens with a startle.
“I’m glad you could join us, big fella,” Stubbins says with a smile. “You both may feel a little strange; that’ll be the truth serum you’ve been administered.”
Ramsey and XL look at one another.
“At Mount Olympus, someone set off a bomb that could’ve killed yours truly. Luckily, I survived due to my advanced Electro Shield™, but things might not have worked out so peachy.”
“I had nothing to do with that esse,” Caesar protests.
The machine beside him beeps, signalling some kind of response. Doom peers over at it and smiles.
“What exactly do you know, Caesar?” The World Champion enquires.
“I know that once I’m free, and I will get free, I’m going to kick your fuckin’ teeth in,” he growls. The machine beeps again, causing Stubbins to raise an eyebrow.
“What about you, Mr. Ramsey?” He asks, walking over to the journalist. “You look as if you have a story to tell.”
Colt – filled with serum, doesn’t hesitate.
“I had nothing to do with Mount Olympus,” he admits. “But I helped Zeus frame Caesar for the original bomb attempt, which led to his subsequent arrest.”
“You piece of shit, hombre; I fucking knew it,” he growls angrily in response.
The machine beeps twice.
“So, neither of you are responsible for the attempt on our lives at Mount Olympus,” Doom decides, looking at the machine paperwork.
Just then, both Colt and Caesar break free of their restraints, bum-rushing the World Champion in unison. They tackle him to the ground, Doom rolling away as they do. Both men begin stomping away at him, slamming boots into the Mad Scientist with fervour.
They work together, kicking the holy shit out of Stubbins Doom.
With their work done, they back away separately, keeping an eye on one another.
“This isn’t over,” XL warns. “I won’t forget what you did, esse.”
“You started this. It was you who demanded I spy on the Pantheon,” Ramsey replies.
They both back off, but neither get the last word.
“I won’t forget it either,” groans a pained Stubbins, who looks up angrily from the floor. Both Colt and Caesar make a run for it, leaving him there to stew.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#000000″ color=”#ffffff”] MAX MEADOWS VS. CJ THORPE [/edgtf_highlight]
There’s an animosity between these men before the match even begins! Can Supermax Meadows put down this Coyote?
Max swings wildly at CJ with massive haymakers but Thorpe blocks each one before catching a fist and retaliating with a massive uppercut followed by a back elbow! He whips him to the ropes!
TRUST!
KNEE TREMBLER SENDS SUPERMAX TO THE OUTSIDE!
Meadows rolls around in agony as Thorpe slides outside, following Max as he crawls to the cells! Max reaches into his jumpsuit-
AND TURNS AROUND WITH AN IRON BAR HE SMUGGLED IN! ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
BLOOD SPLATTERS FROM CJ’S BUSTED NOSE!
Max wails away at The Coyote before grabbing him and flinging him back first into the iron bars of the nearby cells! Max nails a headbutt that makes CJ’s knees go weak before getting clobbered against the bars!
CJ DUCKS A HAYMAKER AND MAX’S ARM GETS STUCK BETWEEN THE BARS! THORPE SLAMS MAX HEADFIRST INTO THE GRIDIRON BEFORE DRAGGING HIS FACE BACK AND FORTH ACROSS THOSE BARS!
Thorpe grabs Max from behind and yanks him from the bars with a massive German Suplex that lands him neck first against the ring apron! He peels Max up but Meadows nails a low blow!
THIRD STRIKE! HE CLAYMORE KICKS CJ AND SENDS HIM INTO THE STEEL STEPS WITH A CLANG!
Supermax hauls CJ up and drags him up on the apron! He goes for the full nelson!
LIFE SENTENCE!
NO!
THORPE SLIPS OUT! KICK TO THE GUT!
THE RIGHT THING! PEDIGREE OFF THE APRON RIGHT ONTO THOSE STEELS STEPS!
HE LIFTS HIM UP!
THE RIGHT THING!
A SECOND PEDIGREE!
HE GOES FOR A THIRD!
BUT MAX CAN’T EVEN GET UP! HE’S KNOCKED OUT COLD!
CJ Thorpe drops Max’s limp body, kicking him one last time as he gets named the victor in tonight’s brawl!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#000000″ color=”#ffffff”] WINNER: CJ THORPE [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “CURIOUSITY KILLED THE CAT” [/edgtf_highlight]
Deville’s Curiosities is awash with customers, though there are slightly fewer people here this time, compared to the last time Draco Deville peddled his wares. Draco has a look of annoyance and curiosity on his face. He stands with the till open, reading a note that he found inside.
“U.O.I”
How odd. Usually people end up in his debt, not the other way around.
Ding!
The bell above the door at Deville’s Curiosities jangles again.
In through the door steps a man of intrigue. The other customers in the shop instantly become aware of him, and the man, suave and suited with a neat beard and slicked-back hair, makes his way to the counter.
“Draco, my dear friend,” he starts.
“Aarman Fidel,” Draco responds. “To what do I owe the pleasure? I haven’t seen you in quite a while.”
Aarman waves at one of the ladies in the shop, who swoons.
“Ah, well, that little note you have in your hand there. It might have something to do with little old Aarman.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. You see, you owe me a favour, don’t you? I have something in mind to call it in for,” Aarman states.
“I don’t owe you anything,” comes the reply from Draco.
“I think we both know that this shop would be long gone if I hadn’t stepped in when you were in trouble a few years ago.”
“You may think it, Aarman, but your version of things doesn’t reconcile with the truth for me. I’d like you to leave my shop. You are not welcome here.”
Aarman takes in a deep breath and something about him changes, though it’s imperceptible to the eye. The area just feels sweeter, warmer.
“Don’t you dare try that old trick. It won’t work on me, Aarman. You can’t charm me like you charm all the others.”
Aarman leaves the shop, now wearing that same look of annoyance as Draco was before.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] tag team match [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] the lucky charms vs. o’Death [/edgtf_highlight]
Two top tag teams go head to head here tonight. Can the freshly penned tunes O’Death sign their siren song or will luck truly not be on their side tonight?
The bell sounds as El Mariachi starts off with Tallywhack, the leprechaun ducking underneath a high kick before leaping up to the top rope and drilling El Mariachi with a donkey kick to the back of the head. Muerte staggers forward, Tallywhack sliding underneath his legs again before dropping him throat first onto the middle rope with a drop toe hold. Tallyho smiles that shit eating grin before tagging in Knick Knack.
The two vicious leprechauns size up the slowly rising El Mariachi, Tallywhack climbing up to the top rope before committing some BREAKING AND ENTERING with a missile dropkick to the middle of the spine that sends Muerte staggering into the ropes, his arms twisting through them. Knick Knack rushes forward, looking to travel over the rainbow but a brutal Big Boot to the head sends the little shit crashing to the mat as El Mariachi manages to get himself free and tag in Doctor Death who rushes in like a house on fire.
Brutal knee to the jaw of Tallywhack causing him to roll to the outside, before Death springboards off the ropes, DEFIBRILATION to KNICK KNACK! A sickening leaping spinning heart punch right on the money but Death isn’t done as he slowly stalks the rising Knick Knack and spikes him into the mat with a PAINKILLER of a Poison Litacanrana. Death looks towards El Mariachi and nods for the end as he tags in his partner, the pair stalking the slowly rising Knick Knack as El Mariachi grabs him around the waist, throwing him across the ring with a high angle Belly to Belly just as Dr Death leaps off the ropes with a springboard cutter
LETHAL LULLABY!
El Mariachi drops down for the cover ONE….TWO….Tallywhack tries to roll in and break it up but Dr Death leaps over the top rope, spiking him into the floor with a brutal Tornado DDT….three!!!
The hot new act of O’Death pick up a big victory here as they look to rise up the tag team ranks.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] WINNERS: O’DEATH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “red flag” [/edgtf_highlight]
Somewhere deep in the Red District, Drexl walks around, clearly searching for something. He paces the streets and shouts to people as he passes them.
“Yo, G, you seen Shanice? Catriona? Vixen?”
“No, boss,” comes a curt and gruff response.
“Dem girl been missin’ from last week,” Drexl ruminates, rubbing his chin. “I’m finna get in some grill, ‘less I get my chickenhead’s back.”
“Boss,” comes the gruff voice again. “We ain’t seen nuttin’ since the cracka with the sharp teeth took ’em last week.”
“Shit,” says Drexl. “Where’s man’s blade? Man’s strap? I’m finna find that motherfucker myself and get to cappin’. If he’s done anything to dem girl, he be wildin’ for trouble.”
“Boss, I did some diggin’. There been rumours flying. I tell you, this Blacktooth, he don’t sound like a homey, homey. I always thought nobody in Arcadia would cross the line, but this man…”
“Tell me, G,” Drexl asks, worry starting to creep into his eyes.
“Boss they say he eat people. Like human people.”
The eyes, full of worry before, stretch wide open now.
“Why the fuck nobody warn me a’fore now? You saying man eatin’ my poor Shanice? Vixen just a roasting joint? Fuck. I gotta find the man, ask him eye to eye. And if he did what you said he did. I’ll take a’ eye in return.”
Drexl, almost fizzing with anger, heads back to his boudoir to fix up for his meeting with Blacktooth.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “TRUTH IS IN THE EYE” [/edgtf_highlight]
The Gallery, where the macabre is reality, has a dangerous mystique about it.
Such mystique can amplify the aura of those who visit, or trespass, the premises…an aura that can be sensed by the Sight of the Third Eye, and those who bear it.
Such is the gift of Vision, stood outside The Gallery with some of his Third Eye followers. They are drawn not into the building itself…but ’round back, where they are joined by Grimskull, and some of his followers.
The silence shared amongst them is finally broken by the words of the Awoken One, a familiar mocking tone in his voice directed at the Suffering Servant.
“We’ve reached our destination, friend. The one who attacked you left something of a trail behind them…and it comes to a halt here.”
He motions toward the final position of where this trail has led him…a large dumpster, innocent at first glance, but a strange hum from within soon garners a look of confusion from Grimwolf and his followers.
One of these followers approaches the dumpster, and we soon realize that noise isn’t a hum at all…it’s a buzz. The follower looks to his Teacher, who nods in approval of what comes next.
The follower lifts open the lid…and the buzzing’s source is revealed as a swarm of flies escape, uncovering what lies beneath.
A pile of human remains, scraps of Jasper Redgrave’s art left to rot within this container of filth.
And at the top of this pile, a cloak…one bearing the mark of the Third Eye. This raises a red flag immediately with Grimskull, speaking gruffly at the sight of this.
“The Artist. I should have known this was his handiwork. Perhaps it is time for a long overdue meeting.”
Vision simply nods in agreement as the follower closes the lid back shut, stepping away from the stench as quickly as he can.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] two v one match [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] SKULLTOGRAPHY © VS. CAESAR XL [/edgtf_highlight]
Papa Dinero has a task almost as grande as him tonight as he takes on the tag team champions Skulltography!
Caesar XL is hobbling about and Kpavio is feeling last week’s blade wounds. Kpavio manages to jump, kneeing Caesar in the face that sends Caesar tumbling backwards into the corner! Kpavio follows up with a big lariat that smashes Caesar up against the turnbuckles!
Kpavio attempts to whip Caesar across the ring but Caesar reverses it, whipping Kpavio to the opposite corner instead, following behind. Kpavio handstands off the top turnbuckle to avoid the oncoming Caesar, and Gemini gets the blind tag on Kpavio’s shoulder as Caesar collided with the turnbuckles instead of Kpavio!
Gemini climbs to the top and takes hold of Caesar’s hand. She walks the top rope as she holds Caesar, then jumps at him for a hurricanrana— ROUGH HIKE?? NO!! Caesar stops her momentum, and bodies Kpavio with the upside down Gemini, knocking him down! Caesar lifts Gemini up…
HIGH STACK SITOUT POWERBOMB!! THE RING SHOOK WITH THAT IMPACT!! Into the cover— ONE! TWO!! THR— ANOTHER FLYING KNEE FROM KPAVIO BREAKS THE COUNT!! Kpavio uses all his strength to pull Caesar up and goes for the ripcord— THIRD FLYING KNEE’S THE CHARM??? YES!!! KPAVIO DESTROYER!!! Caesar goes down and Gemini covers— ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Despite not being fully healed, Kpavio manages to set Gemini up for the big victory!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] WINNERS: SKULLTOGRAPHY [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “RECRUITMENT” [/edgtf_highlight]
The area of the Slums known as the Bleak lies some ways ahead, but where we find the hooded figure of Narcissa Balenciaga this week isn’t exactly paradise by comparison.
She walks a heavily populated part of the slums, where makeshift vendors and stalls are set up. Somewhat of a market, with various disreputable folks peddling their wares. Narcissa walks past many of the stalls, looking for something particular.
She smiles when she finds it. Sitting on some steps, hidden slightly in the shadows in a lesser-walked part of the slums market. A sign, hastily written on with marker, and an underfed trio of children huddled behind it.
The sign reads: ‘Will work for credits.’
Narcissa kneels in front of the trio of children, speaking to the elder of the three, who looks no older than 12 or 13.
“I’ve got a task that you may be able to help me with.”
The girl looks up, half-interested. Narcissa throws back her hood and smiles at her.
“It’ll pay well. I can feed you and your siblings for a week or more.”
This does perk up interest in the trio of children. Enough so that Narcissa continues.
“Have you been into the Bleak? I need something. A plant. It only grows in those parts. Find it and bring me a bagful.”
The girl shakes her head, even the word of ‘The Bleak’ enough to send fear into her that no price could overcome. But behind Narcissa, another voice captures her attention. A more gruff voice, one that has seen much more life.
“You don’t send kids on suicide missions, lady. You want something from the Bleak, I’m assuming that you’ve already had a chat with The Night Haunter.”
Balenciaga turns to see a man, covered by his own cloak so she cannot see his face. He gives off the vibe that this is the person that can get done what she wants.
“You need somebody that isn’t an outsider to The Bleak. You said it pays well?”
He holds out his hand. A scarred hand, grimy and dirty. Narcissa places a small bag, chattering full of credits into the palm of his hand. He feels it for a moment.
“We’ll call it a down payment. I’ll expect more for every frond of this plant I return with.”
Narcissa nods, agreeing to his terms. Pulling a scrap of weathered paper from her cloak, she hastily draws an image on it and passes it to him also.
“This is what the plant looks like. The more you bring me, the more you get. I’ll return in a week.”
The cloaked figure slips into the shadows without word. Narcissa pulls the hood back up over her own head and turns to leave. But as she does so, she catches the breath of a voice on the breeze. Turning, the only figures around are the three children.
And she swore that she just heard the younger of the three whisper in her direction.
“He’s always watching.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] TABLES match [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] DREXL vs. the burned man [/edgtf_highlight]
A pimp and a man obsessed with vengeance go head to head here tonight. Can Drexel bitch slap the Burned Man through a table or will he get burnt by the white hot rage of the Soul Survivor?
The bell sounds as the Burned Man rushes forward, pounding down on the unsuspecting Drexel with hard lefts and rights before a brutal Backdraft spinning elbow to the jaw nearly knocks him out cold. Drexel is out on his feet as he’s spun around, HALF NELSON SUPLEX! Drexel gets dumped right on his head but as the Burned Man tries for a second, Drexel begins elbowing his way out with a pair of savage elbows to the jaw that rock the Burned Man.
PIMP HAND! A stiff backslap staggers TBM on his feet as Drexel rushes to the ropes, bouncing off with a running summersault clothesline right on SPEED DIAL! TBM crashes to the mat as Drexel mounts him, kissing the jewelry on his knuckles before grinding it down into the bandages. ANGEL TEARS! Drexel gets off TBM, kicking him hard in the side of the head before climbing up to the top rope as he sizes him up for a moment, STRAIGHT SHOOTER…MISSES! The Burned Man managed to roll away from the attempted diving headbutt as the Pimp kisses the canvas.
Drexel slowly gets to his feet, right into another Backdraft before he’s dropped with the second Half Nelson Suplex, TBM sending Drexel down Ashes to Ashes. TBM rolling out of the ring as a table is finally introduced into the match. The Burned Man sliding it into the ring as he sets it up. Drexel slowly getting to his feet but a wild right is ducked and met with a Match Striker STO! Drexel may be out as he’s placed on the table as TBM slowly climbs up to the top rope.
The Burned Man sizes up Drexel but he’s a little slow to dive off, allowing Drexel to kick at the ropes, crotching TBM on the top rope. Drexel climbs up with TBM, punching down on the Burned Man before lifting him up high in the air before diving off, BOOTY CALL! PUMPHANDLE SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE!
Big Slim picks up the victory here in a very close match against the Burned Man here tonight.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: DREXL [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “IGNORANCE IS BLISS” [/edgtf_highlight]
We are backstage in Olympus, where we find the team of Skulltography. They sit opposite each other. Kpavio is visible wincing, the Skull leaning against a wall changing bloodied bandages. He looks worse for wear, which only serves to frustrate him as his partner seems altogether ignorant of his plight.
Gemini, sweet Gemini, busies herself by inspecting a bowl of apples before her. With an innocent smile, she settles on a large, shiny green apple.
“D’ya want one? There’s plenty here.”
The noise of air escaping between gritted teeth escapes Kpavio’s lips.
“You don’t get it, do you?”
Gemini looks at her apple.
“You wanted this one? Well, it looks juicy. But I’m happy to share. We’re a team after all.”
The Skull uses all of his energy to push himself off the wall, sitting more upright.
“I took daggers for you. Protected you, because you needed it. More than you’ll ever realise, and you left me for dead.”
Gemini, still holding the apple in front of her mouth, looks even more confused.
“What do you mean?”
Kpavio shows her the bloodied bandages, slumping them onto the table between them right next to the fruit bowl.
“They would have killed you in a heartbeat. You must be more careful where you go exploring. I managed to escape with my life, just, but at a price.”
Gemini looks at the blood-covered bandages, horrified.
“That is sooo unhygienic.”
Kpavio forces himself to stand, wincing as he does so.
“I saved your life, by almost giving my own. And you don’t even see the trouble you wandered into. Next time, you might not get so lucky.”
Gemini puts down her apple, tears forming in her eyes.
“You’re angry with me. What did I do wrong? Is this because I didn’t give my flowers to those little cutiepies?”
Kpavio makes the hissing sound of frustration again, but her question is answered by another voice.
“Yes, ye’ stupid bitch. This has everything to do with us.”
Tallywhack and Knick Knack make themselves known, sending the bowl of fruit flying and standing upon the table so they can look Skulltography in the eyes. Knick Knack turns to Gemini.
“We donna give a flyin’ feck if yer a wee bit slow or a couple sandwiches short of a picnic. Ye’ stepped on our land, insulted us and fecked off.”
“Yeh need ter be taught a wee lesson, lass.”
Kpavio brings his fists up to fight, but Tally kicks him in the injured back and he crumples in pain. Knick Knack takes the apple right out of Gemini’s hand, takes a bite and spits chewed up apple back in her face.
“This is the least that we’re gonna take from you. Ye’ll be sorry when this is all said and done.”
Tally and Knick Knack exit with the prized apple, leaving Gemini to tend to Kpavio. She bends over him, seeing his wounds for the first time.
“What did they do to you? Those are some angry little so and so’s aren’t they.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] TAG TEAM match [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] DREWITT & TEDDY O’TOOLE VS. NARCISSA © & DAMIEN WOLFE [/edgtf_highlight]
Candy and dogs meet high heels and wolves: which duo will come out on top in this tag match?
The Candy Man and Wolfe start this one out and as they circle one another Wolfe nervously looks around Olympus. They lock horns and O’Toole slips behind Wolfe and hops on his shoulders— POISON RANA! Wolfe let’s out a howl and Teddy tags Drewitta man with animal experience, in!
Drewitt hurdles at Wolfe— BIG CLOTHESLINE DUCKED! Curze spins and tries a discus clothesline of his own— IT CONNECTS!! Wolfe covers— ONE! TWO!! DREWITT KICKS OUT!! Wolfe drags Drewitt to his corner and tags in Narcissa who leaps off the top rope…
SWANTON BOMB!!! TEDDY’S SUGAR BOMB’S THE LATEST TREND!!! Cover— ONE! TWO!! THE CANDY MAN BREAKS IT UP!! He and Narcissa argue over copyrights as Narcissa maniacally sticks her heels into Drewitt, stepping on him— THE CATWALK!! Teddy shoves Narcissa off his partner and Drewitt gets to all fours…
Meanwhile, Wolfe catapults himself over the ropes above Drewitt’s bent over head— FACIEM COUSHER!! ROCKER DROPPER!! Suddenly a red light engulfs a nervous Wolfe, who skittishly flees the ring as it follows him to the back, and in the ring Narcissa stiletto boots Teddy through the ropes— BUT DREWITT ROLLS HER UP— ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
The duo of Drewitt and O’Toole emerge victorious!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] WINNERS: TEDDY O’TOOLE & DREWITT [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “EVILS OF ARCADIA” [/edgtf_highlight]
“Stop right there!”
The voice of Destructo Boy rings out through the slums as we find ourselves setting sights on that young hero. Before him are three men wielding knives, the devious trio standing between him and a young man desperately trying to escape a would be mugging. Destructo Boy leaps into action, swinging his Kingdomblade at all three men! The edge is blunted, each strike knocking knives away before toppling the men over.
One lands with a painful thud before the next gets slammed into a nearby wall. The final mugger gets caught in the jaw with the flat of the blade like a baseball bat and knocked right on his ass! As the trio are left staggered on the ground their former victim offers his savior a quick ‘thank you!’ before making his own escape. As the melee seems to have come to an end Destructo Boy slings his weapon across his shoulders only for the three men to rise again, knives back in hand, one quickly placed at Destructo Boy’s neck!
“Shit move, hero.” The blade presses slightly into Destructo Boy’s skin, drawing a bit of blood as it does. Destructo Boy shies away from the blade, sneering, a hint of fear in his eyes soon overtaken by determination.
“Killing me won’t get you anything. I don’t have any credits.”
“Nah, but you have that sweet blade.”
The hero snarls, closing his eyes expecting the worst.
HURK!
Destructo Boy is still standing?
A BANDAGE IS WRAPPED AROUND HIS ATTACKER’S THROAT! THE BURNED MAN IS HERE AND HE’S CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF THE CRIMINAL!
He looks at the other two men, both of them terrified by his appearance as he chokes their friend. “Get the fuck out of here and leave the kid alone. If you do you’ll get your friend back.” He speaks with a growl, tightening his grip ever so slightly as the man in his grasp turns purple! The two men in front of him nod in fear, taking off without a second thought! The Mummy soon releases his grip, dropping the final mugger who grasps his neck as he escapes into the depths of the slums.
Destructo Boy looks up to The Burned Man in silence for a moment before finally uttering a quick “thank you”, from his lips.
The Burned Man, however, merely turns to walk away, much to Destructo Boy’s surprise.
“You really wanna keep messing with the evils of Arcadia, kid?”
“Stop calling me ‘kid’.”
“Keep messing with people like them and you won’t get big enough for me to stop.”
There’s a lingering silence for a moment before The Burned Man begins to walk away.
“Just go home. This place gets dangerous if you’re alone.”
Destructo Boy doesn’t respond, merely watching as The Burned Man takes his leave.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] I QUIT match [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] VISION VS. JACKSON CADE [/edgtf_highlight]
One of Arcadia’s finest finds himself at odds with the Awoken One in what looks to be a test of each man’s grit, as Jackson Cade takes on Vision in an I Quit match!
Cade charges at Vision at the outset, but his attack is dodged by the Awoken One as he sidesteps the Specialist…before dropping him to the canvas hard with a neckbreaker! Vision stays on the attack with some hard punches until Cade rolls out of harm’s way, escaping to the outside!
Vision follows close behind, as does the ref to check on the Specialist before Vision grabs him, looking to send Cade to the ring post…but Cade reverses, sending Vision into the steel with a thud! Cade directs the ref to ask if the Awoken One surrenders, but Vision just laughs!
Vision seems to be egging the Specialist on now, telling him to give it another go…to which Cade obliges, only to take two thumbs to the eye for his troubles! BLINDSPOT! Vision takes him down to the floor, locking in a submission hold as the ref asks if Cade surrenders!
But the Specialist refuses! He’s scratching and clawing his way out of the hold…but Vision manages to reach under the ring apron with a free arm, revealing a bit of razor wire! He takes a big swing at Cade’s head, cutting away pretty deep before the Specialist yells “I QUIT”!
Jackson Cade is a man that never says die, but the Specialist was taken to his breaking point by Vision and the will of his Third Eye tonight!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: VISION [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “investigation” [/edgtf_highlight]
Sometime in the next hour.
“Entering the target zone now.”
The voice of Jackson Cade greets us, as he moves with purpose into The Gallery. His sidearm is drawn and at the ready. He is speaking into his earpiece, making sure someone is aware of what he’s doing.
“Redgrave has his compound locked down tighter than a fresh perp’s asshole.”
Moving around the large arches framing the main entranceway, Perseus glues himself to the outer walls of the main hall.
“Redgrave may be at Olympus for his match with Foley, but there’s no doubt he has his eyes on all the entrances. But luckily, I’ll ch…”
Cade freezes.
Pulling the earpiece out, Cade is listening intently to…
…something.
Slapping his head to focus himself, the Specialist continues around the outer wall.
Towards the alluring sound.
“Cade!?” A tinny voice calls from the earpiece, now dangling from Cade’s uniform. “Report!”
No response from Perseus as he rounds the corner of the large building. Almost in a trance, Jackson doesn’t even clear himself before walking out into the open dark alley behind The Gallery’s main hall.
A freshly disturbed dumpster of human remains greets him, but beyond that he tilts his head.
Something is happening in the shadows.
Someone is there.
Some sense starting to get back into his head, Cade readies his weapon.
“Hello!?” He calls.
No response, just the continued droning in his head.
Then it all stops.
Silence, finally.
Until he hears it.
“Ugh.”
Someone groaning.
Cade clears the dumpster, and sees something that shocks him to his core.
A naked man, covered in seeping wounds. Barely recognizable as even alive.
He’s crawling on all fours toward that dark shadow.
Wait.
Crawling on all threes.
He’s missing a hand.
“Riggs…” Cade says, remembering his mission.
“FREEZE”! He roars, moving his weapon as he lines up the shadow in his sights.
BANG!
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] SUBMISSION match [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] grimskull vs. colt ramsey [/edgtf_highlight]
A photographer playing a very dangerous game as his enemies seek to spread him thin.. Can Colt survive against the odds or will his demise be written here tonight?
The bell sounds as Grimskull rushes forward, nearly decapitating the battered and bruised Colt with a brutal Lariat that turns him inside out. Ramsey slowly rises to his feet into a flurry of lefts and rights before he’s whipped into the corner and has his brain rattling in his skull courtesy of a heavy Big Boot. Colt is dazed as he’s pounded down into the corner with another flurry of lefts and rights before Grimskull backs up, MARTYR! CANNONBALL SENTON RIGHT ON COLTS GODDAMN SKULL!
The Preacher backs up, slowly waiting for Colt to rise to his feet as the Jorno slowly staggers up right into an onrushing Grimskull. LESSON….NO! Colt catches the Superkick attempt, spinning Grimskull around before gripping him in a headlock as he spins him down into the B-ROLL! Rolling Cutter hits flush as Colt staggers over to the corner, grabbing his trusty camera as Grimskull slowly rises to his feet
RIGHT INTO A BLINDING FLASH! Grimskull swings blindly in his sightless state but as Colt looks to kick him low, Grimskull manages to catch the kick, spinning Colt around before knocking him senseless with a Lesson filled Superkick! Colt crashes to his knees completely dazed before he’s lifted up off his feet, his arms double underhooked underneath Grimskull before the Martyr begins to rain down headbutt after headbutt with NECESSARY EVIL! Colt can barely stand let alone defend himself, blood pooling down his face as his eyes glaze over, only having enough energy to lightly tap his shoulder as the referee quickly calls for the bell
Grimskull puts down the photographer here tonight with brutal efficiency
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: GRIMSKULL
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “THE RIGHT NOTES” [/edgtf_highlight]
Sometime in the next 45 minutes.
Deep within The Gallery, we find Dr. Death and El Mariachi Muerte, his guitar slung over his back, slowly meandering around the outside walls.
“Do you smell that?” Death asks.
“Aye.” Muerte responds. “Huele a muerte“
“The smell of death.” The Luchadoc translates.
“Very good.” EMM congratulates. “This place is an ode to death. An ode to that which we have dedicated nuestras vidas.”
Rounding the corner of the building, the find themselves in a dark corner of the alley. The smell they detected lies in the distance:
A now-very familiar dumpster.
But the Luchadores pay it no mind. Instead they see what is closest to them.
A door.
Singing Death rushes forward to it, reaching out tentatively.
It turns.
“The Artist pays no mind to that which the normal man does.” Dr. Death says as he joins EMM in opening the door.
“His loss.” Muerte replies.
Entering the back of The Gallery, the sounds of a man screaming can be heard. Like a heartbeat, it ebbs and flows, but always returns to the agonizing groans of someone.
The Luchadoc pokes his head in a room, and as he brings it out we can see his skin has went pale.
“That bad?” EMM asks.
“It’s the same man from last week.” Death responds. “He’s still alive!”
With a grin on his face, El Mariachi Muerte draws his guitar forth.
“Perhaps a song will finish the Artist’s project. We must be sure not to touch his canvas.”
Strumming a sad tune, Singing Death begins to wait. The groaning stops finally.
As soon as silence reigns, EMM walks out into the shadows behind The Gallery, Luchadoc not far behind.
Then he begins to sing.
.”Cuando un amigo se va
queda un espacio vacÃo
que no lo puede llenar
la llegada de otro amigo.”
As he sings an ode to a dying friend, a new groan erupts.
It’s the man they saw last week, his hand crudely cauterized where Redgrave removed it. He’s covered in bleeding wounds. It’s like he’s been kept at the point of death without killing him.
“Cuando un amigo se va
queda un tizón encendido
que no se puede apagar
ni con las aguas de un rÃo.”
Just as the soon-to-be dead man arrives in front of the Lucha pair, a new sound rings out.
“FREEZE!”
EMM stops playing, turning to see Jackson Cade angrily pointing his gun at them.
Then two things happen.
First, someone leaps out of the darkness to grab Cade just as he fires his weapon.
BANG!
Second, the bullet he fires misses its mark, but the sound of the shot has kicked up a giant cloud of flies from the dumpster, along with bats from the shadows, and all number of other flying creatures.
They swarm the area, rendering everyone unable to see.
And when it all clears up.
Everyone is gone.
Everyone but the wounded man missing his hand.
He remains laying there on the ground, his will to fight gone with the music.
Gone until Jasper Redgrave returns to him several hours later.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “THE ROOT OF AMBROSIA” [/edgtf_highlight]
The Library.
At the entry of the library, a black cloaked person stands – guarding entry. Drewitt and Teddy O’Toole approach carefully and respectfully, stopping at the door.
The person greets them.
“Welcome to the library, my name is Dionysus and I’m the Arcadia God of Culture,” he announces.
That absolutely floors Drewitt.
But O’Toole seemed to know it was coming.
“Thanks for opening up the Library to us, old chap,” Teddy says with a smirk. “I hope those credits found the Pantheon well.”
“You’re welcome Mr. O’Toole and yes, your contribution was well noted. The library is a sacred place in which permission for access must be sought and granted before entry; you are allowed ten minutes within the sanctuary of the library and you must not take anything from within,” Dionysus states clearly.
The Candy Man and Drewitt both nod in acknowledgement and make their way inside.
“You know the fuckin’ God of Culture?” The Explorer says with surprise. “You brought Dionysus here?”
Teddy pats him on the back somewhat condescendingly.
“Did you think I would commit a crime to gain access? I’m a well respected member of the Arcadia hierarchy, Drewitt. There’s a way things must be done; a greasing of the wheels, if you will.”
Both men walk into a humongous library, full from floor to ceiling with various different kinds of books. The entire place looks like a palace for those inclined to read.
“You search over there and I’ll take this section, shall we?” O’Toole suggests.
They both get to work searching the books – that’s until Teddy finds what he needs. He doesn’t however share that with Drewitt, and instead searches through the book by flicking pages until he stops.
His eyes flutter across the page quickly, bringing a wicked smile to his face.
It’s there that he unthinkably rips a page from the book and stuffs it inside his jacket.
“Eureka!” He yells. “I’ve found it.”
Drewitt quickly walks over, taking a look at the book, completely unaware that a page is missing.
“The root of ambrosia was seen to grow in the groves, going back years,” The Explorer confirms. “There’s no mistake. We have to go.”
Teddy gleefully rubs his hands together.
“Settle your affairs, dear explorer. In one weeks’ time we’ll head to the groves in search of the latest and greatest ingredient I’ll have to offer,” he says with a toothy smile. “We’re going to make history, you and I!”
He saunters off looking pleased with himself, leaving Drewitt to look at the book carefully. Upon inspection, he notices that the next page doesn’t add up with the one he’s just read, starting at a completely incorrect word.
Something isn’t right.
He folds the book over and places it back, exiting to where Teddy now awaits.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] STEEL CAGE match [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] FELIX FOLEY © VS. JASPER REDGRAVE [/edgtf_highlight]
Two kinds of artist stand inside of this horrific steel structure. Which artform will prove superior once the door is locked?
As the match begins Jasper begins to slowly move around the ring. Felix soon finds himself in the center of it as Redgrave practically stalks him! Foley looks nervous for a moment before rushing Jasper with a clothesline that Redgrave ducks! Foley turns around into a massive headbutt that knocks him into the corner!
BIG BOOT TO THE CORNER! JASPER CATCHES FELIX RIGHT IN THE NOSE!
The Puppetmaster is knocked loopy and Redgrave lays into him with a plethora of hammer blows before nailing him in the gut with a brutal knee! He’s brutalizing the poor Funhouse host with lefts and rights before forcing him up to the top turnbuckle! Jasper ascends after him! He’s going for a superplex!
BUT FELIX PUSHES HIM! HE LANDS BACK IN A TREE OF WOE!
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP BY FOLEY!
Felix rolls through and sees Jasper is still stuck in the tree of woe! He’s too tall to free himself! Foley hits the far ropes!
AND COMES BACK WITH FOLEY’S FUNHOUSE! DROPKICK TO JASPER’S FACE! HE GETS FORCIBLY KNOCKED OUT OF THE TREE OF WOE!
Blood is forced out of Jasper’s nose as he lands in a heap and Felix quickly grabs for the ropes as he begins to try and climb out of the cage! He slowly makes his way up the wall and feels his hand at the exit! But Jasper is up and grabs Felix’s foot! Foley looks down and begins to futilely kick at Redgrave but the Artist claws his way up onto the wall next to him!
Jasper elbows Foley in the jaw! Felix fires back a massive headbutt that barely phases Redgrave before he slams Felix face first into the cage! Once! Twice! Thrice!
RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP FROM THE ROPES! BOTH MEN LAND WITH A THUD IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Felix rolls onto his stomach and tries to crawl away but Jasper is already to his feet! Redgrave wipes the blood from his nose before grabbing Felix’s foot and pulling him back! He locks in a modified STF! But he’s reaching into his pocket! What’s Jasper doing!?
NO!
HE PULLS OUT A RAZOR BLADE!
FELIX IS BEGGING HIM NOT TO BUT JASPER NEEDS TO PAINT THIS CANVAS!
HE FORCES THE BLADE ACROSS FELIX’S FOREHEAD! FRIENDLY FOLEY IS POURING BLOOD!
The Artist throws his razor to the side before slamming Felix head first into the mat and staining it with his newfound blood! He lets go of the hold and kicks Felix aside before using his finger to sign his name on the blood stain! Jasper admires his work before turning back to a now rising Felix!
SUPERKICK- NO!
FELIX DUCKS IT AND HITS THE FAR ROPES!
THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR BOOTIN’! RUNNING BIG BOOT FUCKING CLOBBERS JASPER!
Felix understands just how dire the situation has become as he leaps onto Jasper and lays into him with a barrage of lefts and rights trying to keep the demented artist down but Redgrave is still fighting back every step of the way despite it! Foley brings a bionic elbow down on top of Jasper’s skull before peeling him up off of the mat and whipping him into the ropes before catching him with a back body drop!
He looks back to make sure Jasper is really down before once more going to the ropes to try and make his escape!
SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! FOLEY BOUNCES OFF OF THE ROPES RIGHT INTO A SPINNING BACK ELBOW! COLLAGE OF VIOLENCE!
Redgrave just demolished Foley but he’s refusing to go for a pin or even try to escape! He wants to drag out his art and Foley is his unfortunate subject as he begins to lay into him boot after boot, stomping a fucking mudhole in the Puppetmaster as the crowd boos! He nails a powerful soccer kick to the back before forcing Felix to his feet and running him through the ropes and face first into the cage wall!
Foley falls through the ropes and gets hauled up by Redgrave right across them!
BLOOD ON THE CANVAS! ROPE HUNG DDT PLANTS FELIX WITH A SICKENING THUD!
The Artist is truly trying to make this his masterpiece as he drag Foley to the turnbuckle and tries to force him up once more!
BUT FOLEY CATCHES JASPER WITH A SHARP ELBOW TO THE JAW! HE THROWS JASPER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE HIMSELF!
Felix starts stomping away!
FELIX FOLEY’S CORNER!
HE STOMPS JASPER FROM STANDING RIGHT TO THE GROUND! HE’S STOMPING A DAMN DESPERATE MUDHOLE IN THIS MAN AND HE SEEMS TO BE REFUSING TO LET UP!
The Puppetmaster drags Jasper out of the corner and lifts down with some surprising strength to lift him off of the ground!
THE FALL GUY! FALLAWAY SLAM THROWS JASPER INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! HE GOES FOR A COVER!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
NO!?
JASPER KICKED OUT AT 2.9999999999 AND NOBODY CAN BELIEVE IT!
Redgrave’s art piece isn’t finished and neither is he as he forces Felix off of himself! Foley is at a loss for words and out of energy as he crawls away from Jasper and pulls himself up the ropes to once again try and just escape this hell! He gets up on top of the ropes and begins his climb to the top as Jasper fights to get to his own feet! He looks up at Felix and leaps at the cage wall to climb up after him! He’s not the fastest but he’s determined to not let Felix get away that easily!
Felix is at the top!
Jasper grabs his foot! He keeps Felix there as he gets to the top as well!
BOTH MEN ARE BALANCING ON THE TOP OF THE CAGE AND FELIX LASHES OUT!
THE PUPPETSHOW! MANDIBLE CLAW! JASPER FIGHTS THE SUBMISSION BUT FELIX WHIPS HIM TOWARDS THE RING! REDGRAVE GOES DOWN! HE PLUMMETS TO THE RING!
FELIX CLIMBS DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE! FOLEY TOUCHES THE GROUND AS REDGRAVE LIES MOTIONLESS IN THE RING!
After a terrifying match unlike anything Foley has been in before, Felix has still found a way to walk away the winner despite Jasper’s terrifying brutality!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: FELIX FOLEY [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#dddd80″ color=”#000000″] “felix foley’s funhouse” [/edgtf_highlight]
The steel cage slowly rises,.
With that amazing Main Event in the books, Felix Foley gets back to his feet as the ring clears and a curtain drops so that the fans can’t see a thing. Technicians suddenly rush around him, changing the ring ropes, ring aprons and turning the entire ring into a set.
Flash.
The “Felix Foley’s Funhouse Theme” by The Funhouse Band suddenly begins playing and the crowd are on their feet, cheering along as the curtain opens to reveal Felix Foley, on the set of his Funhouse.
“Welcome one and all to the Foley Funhouse!” He says to a roar from the crowd. “Tonight, I’ve brought some great friends for all the family. It’s been a long time since we’ve visited The Funhouse but-”
Static.
Suddenly, red lights start flashing all over the set.
Darkness.
The entire arena goes pitch black – only illuminated by terrifying flashing red lights. Grunting sounds soon accompany the aura of red, followed by the shaking of the ring and things crashing around the set.
The lights come back on, and Felix Foley is no longer standing in the ring.
Damien Wolfe is!
Felix Foley lays in a crumpled heap amongst his puppets – a huge hole in the set having been created by Damien throwing him through it. The Conservator has destroyed the set and now wields the television monitor from it!
Foley slowly gets back to his feet…
Oh God, no.
WHACK!
TELEVISION SET ACROSS THE HEAD OF THE PUPPETMASTER!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Sparks literally fly as Wolfe tosses the broken television set aside, glass now shattered across the ring. Foley is busted wide open, a huge gash in his forehead leaking blood like water from a sinking ship.
Damien puts his fingers in the wound, forcing a scream out of Foley.
“You’re cancelled Foley!” He roars at him. “YOU’RE CANCELLED!”
With bloodied fingers, The Conservator crawls a massive X across the VHS Championship that rests on the floor, laughing with a sadistic smile as he does.
He gets back to his feet, grabbing the Conservator Wolfe puppet and taking his leave.
The crowd roar with boos as Damien raises the puppet in the air and walks away with it, utterly pleased with himself.
Cut.