“LITTLE BIRDIE, I”
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
A man’s desperate screams ring out throughout the vast halls of Jasper Redgrave’s domain. They’re vaguely familiar to us, but not enough to identify their source.
But that’s not our focus.
No, we’re seeing through the eye of a small drone that has breached Jasper’s sanctum.
It zips through the halls, a metallic whirring its only sound as it followed the sound of those horrible screams.
Its sensors detected the air was thick with the smell of blood, sweat, and tears, the paints used by this sinister Artist.
If the drone could feel, it’d be very uneasy right now.
As it turns a corner, the drone locks onto the source of the screams. They were louder now, echoing off the stone walls, bouncing back and forth in a macabre symphony.
But before the drone could get any closer, it suddenly stops in midair.
DANGER! ABORT! AB…
With a sudden jolt, the drone is plucked out of the air by a pair of gloved hands.
He scowls at the drone, his piercing eyes reflecting the flickering light of his home.
“What do we have here?” he mutters, examining the small machine in his hand. “A little birdie, eh?”
The drone beeps and whirs, its cameras and sensors still functioning despite being held captive by The Artist. Redgrave smirks, his lips curling into a sneer.
“What does Stubbins Doom want with me?” He queries before pausing. His eyes slowly turn towards the screaming sounds. “Or is it not me he’s curious about?”
Looking deep into the drone’s camera, Redgrave seeks to deliver a message.
The plastic and metal of the drone crunches under his fingers.
The screams continued to echo through the halls while Jasper Redgrave contemplates his next move.
Why has Stubbins Doom sent a drone into The Gallery?
And how will Jasper Redgrave respond?
DREXL vs. JACKSON CADE
Not everyone takes kindly to the wares of Big Slim, least of all Jackson Cade…but can the Specialist put Drexl down for the count tonight?
Drexl rushes the Specialist at the outset, looking to blindside Cade with a right hand…but Cade narrowly dodges it, kicking the Pimp in the gut to double him over for a snap DDT, driving Drexl’s head into the canvas! Cade follows with some mounted punches until Drexel shoves him off.
Big Slim gets back to his feet, but gets sent to the ropes by the Specialist…who drops the Pimp to the canvas with a Sling Blade! BREACH AND CLEAR! Cade looks to follow that with the Kimura Lock…but Drexl slides out of way, pulling Cade down hard to the canvas!
Now it’s Drexl firmly in control, pummeling Cade before hitting the ropes…and connecting with a running senton bomb on the Specialist! HIPPIE FLIP! Drexl senses a chance to take the win here as he goes for the cover! ONE! TW–NO! Jackson kicks out, much to the chagrin of Big Slim!
Cade slowly gets to a standing position as Drexl hits the ropes once more, this time looking for a running somersault clothesline! SPEED–NO! Cade ducks the clothesline, leaping with a superkick to the jaw of Drexl instead! HOSTILE DOWN! Drexl drops to the canvas as Cade covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Big Slim gave the Specialist quite a run tonight, but Drexl was no match for Jackson Cade who picks up the win!
WINNER: JACKSON CADE
“IT WASN’T ME”
Arcadia Police Department.
This isn’t where either Felix Foley or Damien Wolfe thought they’d be. They’re side by side in an interrogation room, looking at a bleak dirt stained wall, questioning just how they got here and why.
And they aren’t the only ones.
Mick Gordon enters the room, folding his arms like only a Sheriff can.
“So, neither of you admit the attack on my officers was committed by you,” he says, angrily.
“It was him, Sheriff,” Damien pleads, pointing at Foley.
Felix adamantly shakes his head.
“No way sir, it wasn’t me. Damien has been attacking me for months and the red light has followed him everywhere he goes,” Foley insists.
Gordon shakes his head.
“You’re both free to go,” he announces abruptly.
Both men look at each other and then at him, perplexed.
“We can’t prove that either of you attacked my officers,” he explains. “But I can assure you that Zeus knows about what happened and there will be consequences if we find out one of you is involved.”
“Mr. Gordon,” Damien says whilst standing up and straightening his tie. “I’m one of Zeus’ best employees. I’m a conservator. This kind of violence is reprehensible and beyond me; I can assure you.”
With that, Wolfe heads towards the exit and looks back at Foley, grimacing.
The Puppetmaster stands, sighing.
“He’s an odd one, that one,” Gordon warns. “I’d watch yourself if I were you, Mr. Foley.”
“I get the feeling this little problem of yours is far from over.”
Foley heads towards the exit and leaves.
“A MEETING OF THE GODS”
The House of Sovereigns.
We’ve been here before. In a large pristine white room, a bit oak table with a lightning bolt carved in the middle is sat. With multiple chairs around it – this time field by various different cloaked individuals.
When Zeus and Ares enter, there’s an atmosphere between them. There’s a tension that you don’t usually see.
Aphrodite is the first to abruptly speak up.
“So, you know who leads the Uprising?” She asks bluntly.
Zeus looks towards Ares with a surprised expression, his brow furrowed.
“You told them?” He asks angrily.
“We’ve every right to know,” Hephaestus – her husband, intervenes. “We’re The Pantheon, Zeus. We help you keep Arcadia running and whoever this leader is, they want to destroy everything we’ve built.”
“No, they want to destroy me,” he sternly replies, taking a seat at the head of the table.
Athena shuffles in her seat.
“Then we need a strategy to stop them. Tell us who the leader is and I’ll come up with a way to destroy them before they ever get close to you again,” Athena – the God of Strategy, declares.
“No!” Zeus abruptly responds.
“I’ve tried to reason with him for his own safety, but he’s having none of it,” Ares interrupts, revealing the source of their contention. “I’ve been trying to stress the importance of letting us in, but he won’t listen.”
That causes everyone in the room to shuffle and murmur amongst themselves.
“Silence!” The Baron roars, bringing the room to an abrupt halt. “I’ll handle this myself. I just need time to understand the best approach. Before you ever existed as my Pantheon, I took control of Arcadia. Do any of you remember how I did that?”
The silence is telling and continues.
“The Great Purge; to be exact. You ‘Gods’ of Arcadia aid and serve me,” he warns angrily. “All of you. Let’s not forget that Arcadia is mine. This isn’t a democracy and I sure as underworld won’t let you, or anyone here, tell me how to handle this.”
He abruptly stands up and exits the room, leaving the rest of the Gods behind.
Hestia takes a breath.
“I don’t know what’s happening here,” the Goddess of flame announces. “But could Prometheus help?”
That brings a gasp from Artemis.
“No,” Apollo chimes in. “Your husband has done enough damage, wouldn’t you say? He was banished to Deathrow for a reason.”
Ares stands up, hands on hips.
“I’ll keep Zeus safe – that’s my duty, my job, and my passion. Athena, I know you’re going in blind but create a failsafe strategy for should we need one. Zeus may not want to commission it but as the God of War, I know that we may have a use.”
“The Uprising are coming,” he admits. “We must prepare to protect our leader, even if he doesn’t want protecting. If he marches to slaughter, we must ensure it’s their slaughter, not his.”
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
THE BURNED MAN vs. DREWITT vs. NARCISSA
Narcissa Balenciaga sees the beauty in everything, but Drewitt and the Burned Man only see death. Is there beauty in death, or just bleak suffering?
The three wrestlers stand in their respective corners as the bell rings. Narcissa is quick to strike, darting around the ring and BRINGING HIGH FASHION TO THE BURNED MAN! The spinning heel kick takes him down. But Drewitt also wastes no time, grabbing Balenciaga by the arm, and throwing HER ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING! WHAT A BEAST!
Drewitt lifts up TBM and throws him into the ropes, catching him with a big boot. Narcissa was lying in wait though, rolling up a stunned Drewitt. ONE! TWO! EASY KICK OUT FROM THE PILGRIM! Wasting no time, The Designer leaps up to the top rope, leaping off at Drewitt! CROSS BODY BLOCK TAKES HIM DOWN! ANOTHER PINFALL! ONE! TWO! NO! FIRE HAS BEEN SENT FROM THE GODS!
THE BURNED MAN FROM THE TOP ROPE WITH THE ELBOW DROP TO BREAK UP THE PIN! The Arcadian Mummy lifts Balenciaga up, immediately locking in the crossface chickenwing! Locked in Eternal Burning, Narcissa flails around for the ropes, but her savior comes quickly. DREWITT KICKS STRAIGHT THROUGH NARCISSA INTO TBM WITH A BIG BOOT! BOTH OF THEM GO DOWN LIKE THEY WERE SHOT!
Recovering while his opponents stagger up, Drewitt GRABS THEM BOTH AROUND THE THROAT! HE’S GOING FOR A DOUBLE ARDUOUS JOURNEY! BUT NARCISSA ESCAPES AS TBM IS SLAMMED DOWN! With the big man on his knees, Narcissa grabs Drewitt and winks at TBM… STO! THE MATCH STRIKER IS THE LATEST TREND IN ARCADIA! ONE! TWO! THREE!
The Designer saw the latest trend, and she walked these two fashionably helpless men down the catwalk to a big victory!
WINNER: NARCISSA BALENCIAGA
“SOLVED, IN A FASHION”
Backstage, after the match Mannfred Curze stands watching a screen, intently.
“Mr Curze, sir?” comes a voice. He turns.
It’s the young girl from a couple of weeks ago. She seemed to appear as if from nowhere.
“Did you find anything out?” he asks the girl.
“I did, but I don’t think you’ll like it. Same as always, nobody ever notices me, so your friend wasn’t even aware I was watching.”
“Less of the chatter, what did you find out?” he demands.
The girl sighs.
“I know you thought she might be behind it all, since you clashed recently, but I was watching her and Narcissa Balenciaga can’t be The Vixen.”
Mannfred storms over to the girl, who shrinks back against the wall.
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“Yes,” she says. “It cannot be her.”
“Hmm,” Mannfred ponders. “If it can’t be her, then I’m not sure exactly who it could be. Regardless, ruling one name out is still better than not ruling anyone out. Thank you for your help. I will ensure your family are rewarded.”
The girl is already gone, leaving Mannfred to wonder some more about who exactly The Vixen is, and what exactly The Vixen wants from the inhabitants of The Bleak.
THE CLEANER vs. GUSTAV MORGUE
Gustav Morgue challenges the Cleaner tonight- it’s Death Row Wrestling!
Cleaner and Morgue lock horns and Morgue immediately headbutts Cleaner a few times to daze him, following up with a thunderous belly to belly suplex that grounds Mr. Clean!
Morgue rolls to the outside and yanks the top section of the steel stairs up. He slides it into the ring and moves the bottom portion between the apron and the crowd of inmates on the outside before sliding back into the ring and picking Cleaner up…
RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP OUT OF NOWHERE!!
THE GRIM SWEEPER!!
The sudden momentum shift has Morgue on his heels and Cleaner wraps his arm around Morgue’s neck from behind—
HE CAN’T QUITE LOCK THE DRAGON SLEEPER IN!!!
Morgue manages to get a finger under Cleaner’s goggles—
POKE TO THE EYE!!
As Cleaner readjusts his goggles, Morgue hoists him up into a crucifix and steps up—
HE’S LOOKING TO THE OUTSIDE—
SCALPEL’S EDGE ONTO THE STEEL STEPS ON THE OUTSIDE!!
Morgue leans over the top rope, admiring his work while a crowd of inmates erupt around Cleaner, hooting and hollering and flashing hand signs at the camera before he directs them away!
Morgue picks Cleaner up…
BLEACH SPONGE SLAP TO MORGUE’S FACE!!!
Cleaner locks in a dragon sleeper—
HE’S GRINDING THAT BLEACHED SPONGE IN MORGUE’S FACE!!!
MORGUE IS GIVING UP!!!
The Cleaner took Gustav to the cleaners tonight and emerged victorious!
There’s a long, dark corridor, lit only by candlelight, as Grimskull paces.
The walls, a deep black brick, do nothing to reflect the light back, leaving the space to feel closed in.
Until they reach the end of the corridor, and the room opens out into a huge open atrium-style area, octagonal in shape. Around the room, robed men stand, still as stone.
Grimskull approaches the centre of the room, and finds Vision standing there, at a podium.
“Welcome, Grimskull,” he says, with gravitas. “This is The Altar. This place is sacred to the Third Eye, and is the place where we make our promises and vows to each other.”
“Great,” says Grimskull. “That doesn’t sound like some kind of cult at all. I can’t wait to leave my way of life for your cult of love and marriage.”
Grimskull’s sarcasm seems not to dent the armour of Vision at all, and he continues.
“We have spoken of your view that pain is the only way to freedom before, and although I agree that pain is an important part of life, it is not the only path you must tread to understand life, and therefore to understand freedom.”
The members of The Third Eye move some mirrored objects around the edges of the room which sends the light towards the centre of the room and bathes Vision in light. He then holds up a crystal into the light, and the crystal refracts the light around the room.
“The way to real truth, and freedom in life, comes from opening yourself up to all of the colours of the world. It’s not about seeing the colours but feeling them. Over the coming weeks, Grimskull, you’ll see the world through the prism of the Third Eye, one facet at a time, and although I sense that you are wary now, you will soon find yourself agreeing with all I will teach you.”
“But that is for next time,” Vision continues. “For now, go back to your clan. Tell them of how terrible The Altar is, if you wish, and as I know you will. The next time we meet, you will begin your education.”
COLT RAMSEY vs. DESTRUCTO BOY
A Hero and a Journalist! But this isn’t Superman courting Lois Lane, this is Destructo Boy facing off against Colt Ramsey!
Ramsey is first to advance as he locks up with Destructo Boy and pulls him into a knee to the face! The Hero drops to knee and Ramsey lets loose a barrage of kicks to the chest! ROUNDHOUSE- NO! DESTRUCTO BOY DUCKS AND RISES UP WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!
Faith leaps to his feet and hits the ropes, coming back with a shining wizard to the jaw of a rising Ramsey! Colt’s knocked silly and he tries to get to his feet as James hits the ropes for a springboard dropkick! AND COLT CATCHES HIM WITH A LEAPING NECKBREAKER!
He peels Destructo Boy up and drops him with a fisherman suplex! He rolls through and forces him back up again! THAT’S A WRAP! SWINGING REVERSE DDT! Colt doesn’t cover as he forces the young hero to his feet WHO DUCKS UNDER! DESPERATION BACKDROP DRIVER! SHINE BREAKER! Both men are down!
Colt is the first to stir, checking the back of his head as he waits for Destructo Boy to rise! FIT TO PRINT! NO! DESTRUCTO BOY SLIDES OUT! FINAL SPIRIT! NO! B-ROLL! COLT HITS THE ROLLING CUTTER! The Journalist hooks a leg! One! Two! Three!
The match is over and Colt picks up a hard fought win! Colt rolls out of the ring as the match comes to an end.
WINNER: colt ramsey
The match has come to an end and Destructo Boy is resting in the ring when the sounds of boots hitting the floor bring him down to earth! He stands in the ring with his Kingdomblade in hand as the ring gets surrounded! Surrounded by some of the most terrifying men in Arcadia.
The Blood Runners.
Blacktooth stands amongst them with Miss Liz slung over his shoulder, a toothy grin on his face as he looks into the ring. “What’re you waitin’ for, boys? We need a snack for the road, don’t we? Grab the veal and let’s go.” He speaks with a casually vile tone, speaking of Destructo Boy like the meat he is when the runners rush into the ring!
KINGDOMBLADE TO THE RUNNERS!
IMPACT BREAKER! CORKSCREW HEADBUTT!
DESTRUCTO BOY IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE IMMEDIATELY!
“SHIT STOMP THE KID!” Blacktooth shouts over the commotion, directing his men who pour more and more into the ring to overwhelm the young hero! Destructo Boy slides out of the ring and the cannibals follow! He has nowhere to go!
A BLOODRUNNER GETS SHOULDER CHECKED OFF OF THE PLATFORM INTO THE CROWD! ANOTHER GETS TOSSED IN BEHIND HIM!
THE BURNED MAN IS HERE! HE’S CLEARING HOUSE WITH DESTRUCTO BOY AND AS THE BLOOD RUNNERS GO DOWN THE MUMMY TURNS TO FACE BLACKTOOTH!
“You fucking coward.” He speaks aggressively, kicking a downed Blood Runner off of the stage and to the floor below. He stares down Blacktooth who can’t help but flash a toothy, shit eating grin right back. “Bunch of wolves attacking a kid. Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
“My own size? Hell, the kid might be taller than me.” Blacktooth chuckles, his remaining men gathering behind him as he begins to playfully swing his chain. “But tell ya what. I don’t usually like my meals burnt to shit but I’ll leave the veal alone… if you wanna take his place.”
The Burned Man looks back to Destructo Boy, obviously mulling over what’s been said before turning back to Blacktooth. “If you want to sink your teeth into either of us you’ll have to kill me first.”
THE BURNED MAN LEAPS OFF OF THE STAGE WITH DESTRUCTO BOY IN TOW! HE LANDS HARD BUT HITS THE GROUND RUNNING!
The Devil runs to the edge, coming to a halt as he looks down at his men who landed in a heap at the bottom, watching as The Burned Man and Destructo Boy disappear into the crowd.
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
JASPER REDGRAVE VS. VISION VS. DR. DEATH VS. AARMAN FIDEL
What happens when a blind man, a hedonist, a luchadoc, and a cold-blooded killer all step into the ring? Let’s find out!
Death and Jasper try to stand still, knowing Vision needs movement to “see.” But Fidel didn’t get the memo. The Awoken One and the Duke of Desire lock up in the center of the ring. Aarman with a quick arm drag takedown! NO! VISION REVERSES INTO A DRAGON SLEEPER! HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND!
That was the opening the others were looking for. Dr. Death WALKS THE TOP ROPE, LEAPING OFF INTO HIS SPINNING HEART PUNCH ON VISION! DEFIBRILLATION! Redgrave immediately grabs the Luchadoc, BITING HIS BARE ARM BEFORE THROWING HIM OUT OF THE RING! The blood dripping down his mouth, Jasper turns to Vision.
DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER TO THE ARTIST! THIRD EYE BLINDED! Meanwhile, Dr. Death and Aarman Fidel are fighting on the outside. Vision leaps through the ropes, tackling Death to the ground. Jasper recovers and charges the ropes. SUICIDE DIVE! NO! HE DIDN’T MAKE IT! AARMAN FIDEL LEAPS INTO THE RING AND NAILS A MASSIVE SPEAR TO REDGRAVE! HOLY SHIT!
His arrow striking true, Aarman Fidel goes for a pin. ONE! TWO! NO! DEATH GOT TO THE RING IN TIME! Fidel scoops Death up for a powerslam. UNREQUITED L… THIRD EYE BLINDED FROM VISION TO FIDEL! WHILE HE FUCKING HAD DEATH ON HIS SHOULDERS! Vision turns Fidel into a cover. ONE! TWO! THREE!
Vision’s third eye proved the difference maker here tonight, allowing him to know where the action was and be there to grab the win!
We find the figure of Colt Ramsey, deep in conversation with a phone pressed to his ear. His body language is tense and he paces as he talks.
“I know we were expecting more, but you have to run the story that comes your way sometimes. And Chiba… Well, we saw what lengths I had to go to in order to get that story.”
He pauses as the voice on the phone speaks again.
“I know, the big story is just around the corner. I can feel it…”
He watches people passing by the busy Arcadian marketplace as he speaks, bringing his camera up to his eye and clicking a few times. He zooms in on one particular figure. A familiar figure who is unaware of Ramsey’s presence.
“…Call it instinct, a sixth sense. But this is a story that needs to be written. A profile to be carried out. That is the story.”
Colt lines his target up once more, capturing a close up of Narcissa Balenciaga. She does he best to blend into the market patrons, with hood over her head, but Colt captures her perfectly. With a few taps of the screen of his camera, he has what he needs.
“Check your inbox. I just sent you something. Right from the source, this new baby can click and send at the press of a button.”
A pause while the voice checks, then Colt laughs.
“Good, very good. We’re on the same page then. I’ll tail her, build what info I can to build a profile before making contact. This could bring in quite a nice pile of credits.”
He hangs up the phone, bringing the camera up to his eye again. His target, unaware, now in his sights in more ways than one.
BLACKTOOTH © vs. TOMBSTONE
The Devil of the Wastes proved he was an apex predator last week as he adorned himself in gold but death itself steps before him tonight. He might be the Devil in Arcadia but one wrong step and Blacktooth might be sent to meet his true namesake.
The bell sounds as Blacktooth rushes forward, pounding down on Tombstone with lefts, rights, kicks, knees, unloading on the bigger man with everything he has but they barely make him flinch. Blacktooth unleashes a giant leaping knee to the jaw that cracks Tombstone’s head back before he rushes to the ropes, bouncing off into a skull rattling Big Boot that nearly knocks the Devil out cold. Blacktooth staggers up to his feet right into the grip of the courier who clamps down onto his skull with his gigantic palms, squeezing down hard before delivering a brutal headbutt that may well be LIGHTS OUT for Blacktooth.
Tombstone thinks so as he drops down for the cover, the referee dropping down for the one…two…Blacktooth just barely gets the shoulder up. Tombstone backs up, waiting patiently for Blacktooth to stagger up to his feet before nearly sending him On His Way with a brutal clothesline from the Underworld itself. That may well be it there as a limp Blacktooth is pulled up to his feet, Tombstone lifting him into the air for that brutal Gravedigger.
BLACKTOOTH BITES A CHUNK OUT OF HIS ARM! It may not be the freshest of meat but it’s the opening Blacktooth needed as he swallows the meat before showering Tombstone with that morbid Iron Perfume of his own vintage, the bigger man blinded by his own blood before a brutal snap DDT spikes him into the mat.
Blacktooth is still a little woozy on his feet but he quickly scampers up to the top rope, sizing up the slowly standing Tombstone before leaping off, SUPER DIRT NAP! Curbstomp from the top rope nearly breaks Tombstones neck from the sheer force as the Devil turns the unconcious Tombstone over for the cover and the one…two…three!!!
The Devil of the Wastes picks up a hard fought victory here, playing dirty like the wild animal he is to overcome the Courier of the Dead tonight.
We find ourselves inside The Clinic, the hallways lined with doors leading to rooms full of patients in need of care…but we find Dr. Death himself sat in his office, looking over a set of papers when the door opens. Turning his attention away from the paperwork, the Luchadoc gives a nod of approval to the one who has stepped in…El Mariachi Muerte, a smile on his face at the sight of the Tag Team Championships sitting upon the doctor’s desk.
“Amigo, we’ve done what we set out to do. I think it’s only appropriate to celebrate the occasion, perhaps a good time at Club 40 to commemorate this accomplishment?”
Before he can go any further, Singing Death is interrupted by the raising of a hand by the Luchadoc, which quickly forms into a pointing gesture.
“Perhaps one of these days, mi amigo,” Death states as he rises from his seat. “But a doctor’s work rarely if ever takes a break, and these patients still need care…they still need treatment.”
Death walks toward the doorway, motioning for his fellow champion to follow him…to which Muerte gladly obliges. They make their way down the hall for a moment, stopping only to look through a windowed door at one of the many in Dr. Death’s unique form of care. The room, as dark as it is, does reveal under a faint green light a man heavily sedated…a man that the Doctor points to as he speaks once more.
“Take this fine fellow, a man in need of a cure. I have just the thing for him, but all good things take time…and credits. The man is short a few of them, so he’s taking a nice long nap until his friend can finish collecting the payment.”
Suddenly, footsteps approach the duo from down the hall. O’Death turn their attention to Nurse Frightengale, a look of concern on her face as she speaks.
“Doctor! There’s been a breach in The Clinic, someone’s trespassed onto the premises and patients are getting restless!”
Death can’t help but grunt at this, giving a nod to the Nurse before looking to Muerte.
“Care to help a friend deal with some business, amigo?”
With this, O’Death follow the nurse down the hall to get to the bottom of the situation. As they leave, we notice that the door they’ve left behind is cracked open…and standing inside the room, watching from the shadows, is someone desperately looking to understand why this patient is being treated in this manner.
“What are they doing to you?”
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
GRIMSKULL © vs. DAMIEN WOLFE
The Rewind Championship is on the line tonight, as the slick Conservator takes on the cruel Slum God.
The intensity is palpable as Damien Wolfe and Grimskull lock eyes in the ring. The Preacher rushes in recklessly, and they exchange blows, each one trying to gain the upper hand. HUGE HEADBUTT FROM GRIMSKULL! DEATH TO HELLIONS… NO! WOLFE STAGGERS TO THE ROPES AT SPEED! STATUTORY DAMAGE! THE KNEE TREMBLER TAKES GRIMSKULL DOWN!
A sick grin on his face, Grimskull ASKS FOR MORE! Wolfe grins back. SINGLE ARM DDT! THE BRACHIUM BREAKER ROCKS THE SLUM GOD! The challenger’s grin turns cocky as he pulls Grimskull to a powerbomb position. CONTRA PROFERENTEM… NO! GRIMSKULL WAS PLAYING POSSUM! Creating separation, Wolfe isn’t ready. LESSON! THE SUPERKICK ROCKS WOLFE! They’re both down!
The Champion stirs first, watching and waiting as Wolfe slides into the corner to get himself up. Big mistake! Grimskull with the CANNONBALL INTO THE CORNER! MARTYR ROCKS WOLFE AS HE ROLLS TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Grimskull heads up to the top rope, LEAPING OFF IN PRAYER! BUT THE FLYING HEADBUTT MISSES! WOLFE WAS PLAYING POSSUM THIS TIME!
Begging Grimskull to get up, Wolfe senses his time has come. Just as the Champ comes to his knees, Damien leaps up. ROCKER DROPPER… NO! GRIMSKULL POWERS WOLFE UP INTO A FLIP OVER HIS HEAD! But Wolfe lands on his feet! EX PARTE! NO! DEATH TO HELLIONS! THE D.T.H. DRAPES WOLFE’S NECK OVER THE ROPES! GRIMSKULL PULLS HIM INTO A COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE!
The Champion retains by the skin of his teeth! Wolfe brought the pain, but Grimskull showed why he fancies himself pain’s god.
WINNER AND STILL REWIND CHAMPION: GRIMSKULL
Over the last month Gemini had been seen spending quite a bit of time skipping around the Slums with flower seeds all but overflowing from her pockets. She drops them wherever she goes, letting them land in dirt, soil, and anything that looks even slightly like it can support plant life. And, though it isn’t much, there’s a few flowers already beginning to bloom from her hard work.
“I wish I knew why these only grew in dirt, they always die my hair.” She speaks to herself, seemingly just vocalizing thoughts when the sound of heavy footsteps interrupt her train of though. Or, rather her single train car of thought.
“Have you been planting these? They’re very pretty.” Gemini turns around to see her new visitor, forced to crane her neck upwards to make eye contact with the local folk hero himself, Kaiju Chiba. The Big Save is holding one of the flowers in his hand, giving it a smell with a warm smile on his face.
“I have! Well, I’ve been leaving seeds and they’ve been growing!” She giggles, turning and grabbing one of the flowers she was looking at before, plucking it from the soil and handing it to Kaiju who gracefully accepts it. “Hope you like them!”
“Quite a bit. I think the people who live here like them too.” Kaiju chuckles, looking behind him at the few slowly blooming flowers that scatter the usually dreary landscape. “Please keep it up, I’m sure the people here would appreciate it.”
Gemini nods her head enthusiastically, tossing a few seeds over her shoulder at one of the barren spots and beginning to skip away. “Of course! I’ll get right on it, Big Man! Maybe after I take a nap.” The photographer yawns as she skips away, leaving Kaiju to sit back and drink in the landscape once more.
FELIX FOLEY © vs. EL MARIACHI MUERTE ©
We have a battle of the champions here as the unstoppable VHS champion faces off against one half of the new tag team champions. Will Felix welcome EMM to the Funhouse or will he be forced to listen to his final song?
The bell sounds as both men rush forward with heavy lefts and rights, Felix getting the advantage with a stiff uppercut to the jaw before he pummels him backwards into the corner. A looping right stuns EMM before Felix stomps a mudhole nearly through him as he introduces Singing Death into Felix Foleys’ Corner. Felix lifts the dazed EMM up, hanging him upside down in the tree of woe before backing up and showcasing Foley’s Funhouse with a brutal running basement dropkick to the jaw.
EMM may be out cold as Foley drags him out of the corner before dropping down for the cover and the one…two…EMM just gets the shoulder up. Foley lifts the dazed EMM up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes before running forward but EMM ducks underneath the Big Boot before springboarding off the ropes and dealing the LAST CARNIVALE! Foley’s back nearly gets snapped in half from that springboard lungblower but he gets no rest as he’s lifted up onto his feet and nearly thrown through the buckles with the Whiskey Lullaby Belly to Belly.
Foley crumples to the mat as EMM slowly climbs up to the top rope, flourishing the rose high before placing it in between his teeth and diving off but no one was home for the delivery of roses as Foley just rolls out of the way. EMM rolling to his feet as he rushes forward into a hand down his throat, PUPPET…NO! EMM kicks him right in the dick, the hand slipping from his mouth before he quickly lifts Foley up off his feet and nearly drives him through the canvas with a beautiful Fade to Black. Foley is out from the package piledriver as EMM drops down for the cover and the one…two…three!!!
Singing Death picks up the victory over the VHS Champion here tonight but the Puppetmaster made him work for his symphony.
WINNER: EL MARIACHI MUERTE
“LITTLE BIRDIE, II”
The Doom Factory.
Jackson Cade cuts a lonely figure in front of its large metal entrance. In his hand, he holds a crumpled up piece of paper.
A personal invite to the Factory by Stubbins Doom himself.
It’s not one he would have ever accepted, but for one little thing, just a footnote at the end of the invitation.
Doom knew what was in the box.
Walking into the Doom Factory, it seems to be deserted.
“Doom!” Cade yells out into the void.
Many red lasers activate at once, each one pointing at either Cade’s head or heart. The Specialist freezes, not knowing what to do.
“Ah, Jackson Cade!” The voice of Stubbins Doom calls out.
Out of the ground appears a giant hologram of Stubbins Doom.
“I apologize for not meeting with you in person, but I have some business elsewhere at the moment. As this is a recording, please remain silent and listen.”
Cade rolls his eyes, but Doom’s visage barely waits before continuing.
“Officer Cade, as you know I have a special relationship with Arcadia leadership. It’s such that I’ve learned that Jasper Redgrave is the next challenger for the OSW World Championship.”
Perseus sneers at the name. What the hell was in that box?
“I know you’ve been trying to bring Redgrave to justice for some time now. I also know that he recently presented you with his Exhibit B. I know what it is you saw inside the box, Officer. I know why it has you shaken.”
The hologram seems to grow larger, the head looming in front of Cade as if a monster ready to eat its prey, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity that sent chills down Cade’s spine.
“I have a proposition for you.”
A shiver running up his spine, Cade’s hand slides to his sidearm. Doom smiles, his lips twisting into a grotesque grin.
“I want you to do something for me. I need you to bring me a sample of Redgrave’s blood. Just a small sample, nothing more.”
Conflict floods Jackson Cade’s mind. Such a simple request…
But what’s the twist?
“And in return,” Doom continues. “I will arm you against Redgrave. I will give you the tools you need to take him down once and for all. By the book.”
Feeling sick at his stomach from the temptation, Cade seems almost detached from the hologram shrinking back down to person-size.
“You have one week to decide to help me. Consider well, but remember the greater good.”
The hologram fades and the doors open behind Jackson Cade.
His heart is racing, his palms are sweaty.
Pairing with Stubbins Doom puts his morals and ethics on the line.
But for the sake of justice, of bringing Jasper Redgrave in by the book, would it be worth it?
STANDARD MAIN EVENT MATCH
STUBBINS DOOM © vs. GEMINI
Tonight’s main event features the OSW World Champion and a Witch in singles action!
The bell rings and Gemini beckons Doom over to her. Doom, with a puzzled look on his face, slightly cocks his head sideways, then smirks and stays right where he stands.
A smirk unfolds on Gemini’s face as well, and the two evil geniuses share a moment of admiration between one another—
HOVER, NO BOTHER!!
JETTED KICK TO GEMINI’S FACE!!
Chivalry is dead tonight, as Doom looks to make quick work of Gemini by wrapping a cobra clutch around her neck and arm…
HE DROPS HER TO THE MAT AND WRENCHES IT IN!
There’s no panic at all in Gemini’s face, however, as one would assume she’s been caught in sticky situation like this once or twice. Gemini somersaults her legs up and over her to pin Doom’s shoulders to the mat—
DOOM RELINQUISHES THE SUBMISSION TO GET A SHOULDER UP!!
Both back up to their feet, they look like they’re about to collide when Gemini puffs her chest out menacingly at Doom—
HE DROPS TO THE MAT, SHIELDING HIMSELF!
Gemini points her fingers at Doom…
She wiggles her fingers around…
SHE’A CHANTING IN AN ANCIENT ARCADIAN LANGUAGE!
SHE’S PUTTING A HEX ON DOOM—
WATCH MY RIGHT HAND!!
DOOM’S LEFT GLOVE JUST BLASTED GEMINI IN THE FACE, ROCKING HER OFF HER FEET!!
Gemini lands in a heap and Doom goes right back to that cobra clutch, locking it in tight on the dazed Gemini. Doom has her grounded, and grapevines his long spindly legs around her like a daddy long legs engulfing it’s prey. Gemini is losing oxygen, and she’s reaching around for the ropes more and more frantically with every moment that passes. Doom knows the ropes are within reach, and won’t let up on the pressure, trying to end this match early!
Gemini reaches out with one last ditch effort…
AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE FOR A BREAK!
The ref counts to four before Doom relinquishes the submission, allowing Gemini to catch her breath. And as Doom approaches her again to continues his onslaught, we see something change in her demeanor—
GEMINI HEADSCISSORS AROUND DOOM—
DOOM TOSSES GEMINI INTO THE AIR…
SHE DROPS DOOM INTO A DDT!!
Gemini is as resilient as they come, and she follows up with a knee to Doom’s dome that rolls his pupils into the back of his cranium! She yanks him up by his hand and twists his arm into a wrist lock, wrenching it in before she climbs the turnbuckles—
SHE WALKS THE ROPES—
IT’S AS IF SHE’S WALKING ON THIN AIR!
SHE LEAPS OFF—
SITTING ON DOOM’S SHOULDERS NOW—
DOOM CAUGHT HER!!
Doom smirks as Gemini hangs behind him upside down with his arms clasped around her lower legs. He has a wicked idea for the Witch.
INVERTED ALABAMA SLAM!!
Doom might’ve just snapped her neck back with the angle Gemini just landed at! Doom rolls Gemini over like a ragdoll and covers—
IS IT OVER ALREADY??
GEMINI GOT A SHOULDER UP!!
Doom drags Gemini to her feet, and whips her into the ropes and on her rebound jets towards her at lightning speed—
SPINNING BACK ELBOW TO HER FACE!!
As resilient as Gemini is, Doom signals for what must be the end here, and stalks Gemini as she musters up whatever she has left inside of her to get on all fours.
DOOM RUNS AT HER—
Gemini’s jar is still intact after she barely evades Doom’s running punt kick, but she’s still a bit wobbly and Doom spares her no time—
DODGED BY GEMINI!
WATCH MY RIGHT HAND—
Doom’s other glove flew right by Gemini’s face as she leaned back like Neo, and now she pounces on Doom before he can use another on of his gadgets—
SHE’S CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF DOOM!
I THINK SHE’S TRYING TO KILL THE WORLD CHAMP!
The ref counts to five, but she doesn’t break and he’s trying to push Gemini off of Doom!
SHE’S MOST DEFINITELY EVIL!
Finally she relinquishes the chokehold and Doom scrambles over to the corner to stand himself upright while he catches his breath. Gemini completely ignores the ref and follows Doom, cartwheeling and drilling Doom with a handspring back elbow in the corner! She wristlocks Doom again, escaleras to the top rope, takes a few steps, and leaps at Doom—
DRILLS DOOM TO THE MAT ON THE TOP OF HIS DOME!!
Doom is dazed on his knees—
GEMINI FOLLOWS UP WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE!!
DOOM GOES DOWN!!
Gemini hooks a leg—
WAS DOOM’S OWN JAR JUST SHATTERED??
Gemini chokes Doom again with both hands, full arm extensions and the ref has to bulldoze her off the champ to separate them! The Witch is out of control, but she has momentum and now she stalks Doom, who is crawling around like a feeble old man looking for his misplaced spectacles in the dark. Doom to his feet, Gemini leaps at him from behind—
BRAINS OVER BRAUN!!
DOOM GRABBED GEMINI BY THE HEAD IN MID AIR OUT OF DESPERATION AND SHOCKED THE SHIT OUT OF HER!!
Gemini’s body was jolted around for at least five seconds there, and you could see smoke emitting from her ears after Doom released her from his clutches. A wry smile on his face now, Doom adjusts his clothing and waits for his cue, and when Gemini begins to stir he runs the ropes—
RUNNING PUNT KICK TO THE HEAD!!!
BREAKING THE JAR!!!
Doom puts his hands over Gemini’s shoulders—
DING, DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD!!
Stubbins Doom emerges victorious in a hard fought battle!
WINNER: STUBBINS DOOM
Colt pants terribly as he lays unconscious, his wound having been stitched by the amazing vets at Furever. Drewitt stands by, utterly terrified by what’s unfolded before him. He brought poor Colt here as soon as he could and this is where he’s stayed.
“Will he pull through, Doc?” The Explorer asks.
“He’s in good hands,” the veterinary nurse replies. “Everything went well with the surgery and we’re hoping he’ll be on his feet in no time. Don’t worry, Mr. Drewitt.”
Worry? That’s all he could do.
Suddenly, an explosion rocks the front of the vets as an incendiary Molotov explodes inside the front of house. People immediately begin running in every which direction, leaving Drewitt to draw his weapon and storm forward.
“Aye white boy,” a voice calls out. “We came to finish what we started, innit!”
Drexl and his crew likewise storm through the flames, causing Drewitt to shoot quickly in their direction. He nails one, but a pistol to the back of the head drops him to his knees.
As he looks up, wearily, he realizes that Drexl has approached Colt, a pistol of his own drawn and pointed at his head.
“I figured you’d be comin’ for me, ya heard?” Big Slim says with a toothy smile. “And I couldn’t help but think dat I ain’t up for that.”
“Just leave,” Drewitt pleads, being restrained. “Leave and all will be forgiven. Just don’t hurt Colt.”
“Naw dawg, I don’t believe dat. Sorry Ole Yellar, me ol’ mother fucker,” he says cocking the gun. “Time to put ya down..”
To be continued….