Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
An alley way – in the middle of the night. The lights are dim and there’s hardly any traffic in New York City, with most people long in bed sleeping. Ether, however, stands in the middle of an alley, waiting for someone to approach.
When that person arrives, they stay shrouded in darkness.
“What do you want?” They ask, their voice familiar. “Why shouldn’t I just fuckin’ kill you?”
Ether shuffles slightly.
“Where’s Tag?” He says, looking around. “Ready to jump out and attack?”
“He’s not here. He doesn’t even know I am,” she replies, looking around too. “I think he’d be fucking pissed if he knew I was meeting with you. I asked you here because I need help.”
The man turns and laughs, beginning to walk away.
“Fuck off!” He replies through chuckling.
“Wait!” Ether yells, almost begging. “Please, you have no idea what we’re going through.”
The man stops.
“No idea!?” He says angrily. “You’ve got some balls on you, girl.”
“Please, just help us. You know I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t desperate,” she begs, grabbing him by the arm. “You can find out the truth. Isn’t that what you used to do?”
The man stops for a second and thinks about it.
“And what’s in it for me?” He asks.
“I don’t know,” she says carefully. “But it could be the end of this entire mess. It could be an opportunity for a new beginning. It could just fuck shit up. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Silence.
“Wouldn’t you?” She asks again.
Cut.
Tureos came to Dead End looking for a fight, but who is his mystery opponent?
Tureos stands in the ring facing the stage in anticipation of his opponent’s entrance.
The lights go out in the arena.
Darkness.
A dense fog rolls through the stage, and emerging from it is someone who looks very familiar to Tureos indeed.
He gets a closer glimpse as his opponent makes his way down the ramp.
Long blonde hair, and a scar spanning his entire face.
His opponent now stands face-to-face with him, and it’s confirmed—
Tureos’ mystery opponent is none other than himself.
The opponent ties up with Tureos and the two go at it with rights and lefts in a brawl!
Tureos throws a wild right lariat which his opponent ducks, then turns around into a gut punch, and his opponent lifts him up over his shoulder…
HE RUNS ACROSS THE RING—
AND POWERSLAMS TUREOS TO THE MAT!!
HELL BOUND!!
The opponent slammed Tureos down with fervor! But he doesn’t let up, whipping Tureos into the corner and following up with a massive lariat that briefly lifts The Demon of Souls off his feet!
Tureos is pinned against the turnbuckles, and the opponent is unleashing a fury of repeated punches and kicks over and over again as Tureos slides down into a seated position and then flat on the mat as Tureos fades into unconsciousness…
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Tureos’ eyes open.
And he’s laying in the middle of the ring, alone.
He looks around confused, no opponent in sight.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: TUREOS [/edgtf_highlight]
We cut backstage, where we see Banzan heading toward the entranceway, ready to take on Kaine Knightlord when he stops in his tracks, looking around as he senses someone’s presence.
“Knightlord.”
From down the hall, the HellBat stares down his foe…but before he proceeds, he is interrupted by a voice calling from behind.
“Don’t you dare.”
Kaine turns around, finding himself face to face with the man that has interfered in his affairs the past few weeks…The Dead.
“What do you want!?”
Kaine snaps at him with a snarl, which draws a glare from The Dead…who remains silent, much to the chagrin of Knightlord.
“You’ve been keeping me from building my army, and I demand some answers.”
The face of The Dead finally softens just slightly, as he speaks up…his voice firm and unwavering.
“Kaine, I’ve been keeping an eye on you…and I may be no hero, but I also can’t stand by and let men like you destroy this world.”
This causes something inside Knightlord to snap, as the HellBat lunges at the Watcher…taking a bite into the skin! He begins to feast on The Dead, tearing into the flesh to quench his bloodlust before finally taking a break, staring down at his victim who pulls himself away, glaring as a sign of the pain not affecting him…even if the bleeding is.
His snarl fades into a wicked smile as he wipes some of the blood from his mouth, watching as the man once known as Painkiller manages to escape any further torture…only to hear his initial target call out.
“Knightlord! It’s me you’re after, isn’t it?”
That smile turns into a nasty grin as Kaine turns around, charging at full speed toward the Indestructible Mountain…and the momentum sends both men barreling through the entranceway and out to the ringside area!
Kaine Knightlord has been stalking Banzan, aiming to make him a part of his army…and as the pair continue to brawl, they eventually find themselves in the ring to do battle here at Dead End!
The two come to blows right away, with Kaine doing everything in his power to wear down the Indestructible Mountain…only for Banzan to stand his ground, sending Knightlord to the ropes instead!
Except that Knightlord avoids a clothesline attempt on the rebound, instead using his momentum to catch Banzan in a neckbreaker from behind that sends the Mountain crashing hard to the canvas!
Kaine follows this up with some hard punches to the skull of Banzan, before rising to his feet…and goading Banzan to stand as well.
Banzan slowly but surely manages to get to a vertical base of his own, only for Knightlord to rush him with another flurry of offense, sending the Mountain toward the turnbuckle.
Knightlord charges toward his prone foe…but Banzan narrowly avoids the Shadow Bat, as he flies into the turnbuckle with a thud!
This gives Banzan an opening as he hoists Knightlord off his feet, dropping him headfirst to the canvas with a Saito suplex!
DUKKHA!
Suffering exists, alright, and Knightlord is feeling it as the Mountain is now in control of the match!
Banzan stays on the attack with some kicks, but the HellBat is already starting to get back to his feet.
Banzan goes for a palm strike, but Knightlord dodges it before grabbing the Mountain’s arm…and pulling him in for a ripcord clothesline!
BLOODY STREAM!
But the Mountain is able to slip out before Kaine can deliver the Northern lariat…only for the Dark Detective to catch him off guard with a clothesline!
This sends Banzan reeling back, but he’s not down just yet!
This raises the ire of Knightlord, who rushes Banzan once again…this time, biting the forehead!
JUST A BITE!
Kaine can feel his bloodlust rising at the sight of the crimson mask starting to form on Banzan’s face, but the Mountain still has plenty of fight in him!
Banzan charges back with some heavy palm strikes, eventually sending Knightlord to the ropes before the Mountain finally gets a chance to take his namesake pose, meditating as he takes a seat cross-legged in the middle of the ring!
DRAWING FROM THE WELLSPRING!
The purple haze begins to surround Banzan, allowing him to recover and heal even just a little as he wipes from his forehead before slowly getting back to his feet.
But that moment of healing also gives Knightlord a chance to leave the ring, making Banzan wonder where the Shadow Bat has disappeared to…and Kaine answers the question by blindsiding him with a forearm!
Kaine eventually sends the Mountain down to one knee, giving him exactly the opening he desires as he once again grabs Banzan’s arm…this time, pulling the demigod in as he locks in a Gogoplata!
CRIMSON VOW!
Even with Banzan healed slightly, Knightlord cinches the hold in tight in the hopes of making the Mountain submit to his will!
We can see Banzan struggling to get back to a standing position…before finally getting back to both feet!
And he lifts up Knightlord, shocked as he tries to hold the lock in tight…before being slammed to the canvas, his back taking the full brunt of the punishment!
This forces Kaine to break the hold, as he struggles to get back up from that modified powerbomb.
Kaine starts to get to his feet…only to drop to one knee himself.
And this is exactly what Banzan needs in this moment, as he comes running toward the HellBat…before connecting with a knee strike to the temple!
MAGGA!
The enlightened path has been followed, and Banzan looks to end the suffering as he goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
After weeks of being pursued by the HellBat, Banzan has seemingly put a stop to Kaine Knightlord’s attempts to forcibly recruit him!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: BANZAN [/edgtf_highlight]
Tires squeal as we find ourselves viewing the streets of New York from up high! Two cars run rampant through the streets weaving in and out of traffic, careening into alleyways and popping out the other side! In front is a vintage blue 1969 Camaro that seems to be just barely outrunning a red 2022 Dodge Challenger! The Challenger bumps the back of the Camaro causing them to swerve slightly before they take a sharp turn down a ramp into an underground parking garage! The Challenger flies past the opening and is forced to make a U-turn!
Meanwhile, the scene goes underground where we find ourselves viewing it all through the grainy feed of a security camera that looks over the parking garage.
The Slaughterhouse’s parking garage.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!
The Camaro swerves, skidding to a halt against the far wall of the garage! The driver kicks open the door, stumbling out and shaking off the cobwebs of the sudden stop! It’s nonother than Luke Storm, the A-Lister seemingly pulling an OJ as he looks around the garage for an exit when the sounds of the Challenger echo off of those cement walls! Luke narrowly jumps out of the way as the Challenger races towards him!
CRASH!
THE FUCKING CAMARO HAS BEEN FLATTENED AGAINST THE WALL! THE CHALLENGER JUST TURNED TWO TONS OF STEEL INTO A FUCKING PANCAKE!
Luke makes way for an exit, heading deeper into the Slaughterhouse as the door of the Challenger gets torn off of its hinges by its driver! Zero steps out into frame tossing the door of his car onto the concrete floor!
“You runnin’ outta places to hide, Luke! Only place you can run is to that ring, mother fucker.” With those words, Zero walks towards where Luke went, sneering the whole way.
The chase is finally coming to an end.
Cut.
Two-Thirds of Vayikra meet Israel Grimwolf in a handicap match seeped in personal grievance and history. Can he outlast the numbers and take the fight to Sir Gable?
Gable starts opposite Grimwolf, the pair lock horns and scramble across the ring. Grimwolf powers over Gable, forcing him into the corner away from the waiting Renault. SHORT ARMED CLOTHESLINE SENDS GABLE STAGGERING INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF IS TAKING THE FIGHT TO GABLE, OPENING UP WITH A SERIES OF KNIFE EDGED CHOPS TO THE CHEST!
THE SLAPS ECHO ABOUT THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE.
Gable manages to escape, pushing Grimwolf away and creating a little breathing room. Grimwolf is soon approaching him again, but Gable scoops him up and DROPS HIM WITH A SIDE SLAM!
GRIMWOLF ROLLS TO RINGSIDE AFTER THE IMPACT, LEAVING VAYIKRA IN THE RING WAITING.
Gable shoots a look at Renault, who darts around the side of the ring apron and leaps off towards the King of the Seven Seas.
CROSS BODY DIVE TO GRIMWOLF!
NO!
GRIMWOLF CAUGHT THE FLYING RENAULT MID AIR AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE BACK OF THE RING POST!
Renault crumples to a heap and Grimwolf slides back into the ring, where Gable is waiting for him. A couple of right hands soften Grimwolf up before GABLE HOISTS HIS FOE UP!
GORILLA PRESS SLAM!
THERE’S A SHOW OF POWER FROM THE FORMER OLYMPIAN!
GRIMWOLF LANDS HARD!
Gable creates a little distance between he and Grimwolf, waiting for the pirate to stagger to a vertical base.
GOLD RUSH!
THE LIFTING SPEAR NEARLY TOOK GRIMWOLF RIGHT OUT OF HIS BOOTS!
GABLE COVERS FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT FROM GRIMWOLF!
Both men stagger to their feet, with Gable just beating Grimwolf. He lines his foe up for another strike, but Grimwolf ducks the incoming CLOTHESLINE…
KEELHAULED!
THE ROARING ELBOW SENDS GABLE STAGGERING BACKWARDS ACROSS THE RING!
TAG!
GABLE COLLAPSES INTO HIS CORNER AND RENAULT TAGS HIMSELF IN!
Renault starts by climbing the turnbuckle from the apron. MISSILE DROPKICK!
HE NAILS THE APPROACHING GRIMWOLF RIGHT IN THE JAW AND TAKES HIM DOWN!
Grimwolf is back on his feet relatively quickly, but looking a little groggy. Renault scoops him up into a Crucifix Powerbomb position.
YAHWESOME BOMB!
HE TOSSED GRIMWOLF OUTTA THE RING LIKE A FREAKING LAWNDART!
GRIMWOLF HAS BEEN HEAVE-HO’ED OVERBOARD!
HE SLAMS INTO THE GROUND AND COMES TO REST IN A HEAP AT RINGSIDE!
Feeling the momentum, the two-thirds of Vayikra climb a turnbuckle each. They direct themselves to the outside.
DOUBLE DIVING ELBOWS!
VAYIKRA DRIVE THEMSELVES RIGHT INTO THE HEART OF ISRAEL GRIMWOLF!
HIGH RISK… HIGH REWARD!
Gable pulls himself to his feet and grabs Grimwolf, rolling him into the ring while Renault crawls inside himself. Before Grimwolf can so much as breathe, Renault has him wrapped up in a Crucifix Submission Choke.
CHASTITY… THE PENTANGLE!
GRIMWOLF MUST HAVE NOTHING LEFT!
SURELY THIS WILL DO IT!
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GRIMWOLF LOOKS WEARY BUT HE DOESN’T TAP OUT!
HE GRABS THE RING ROPES AND THE REF ENFORCES THE BREAK!
Grimwolf collapses to a knee, and Renault is coming at him again in an instant.
KEEL-FUCKING-HAULED!
OUTTA DESPERATION, BUT GRIMWOLF HIT IT FOR ALL HE’S WORTH!
RENAULT HITS THE DECK HARD!
BUT HERE COMES GABLE!
Gable slips into the ring, looking to stop the momentum swinging in the favour of Grimwolf. The referee goes to intercept him, but Grimwolf has other ideas.
DEAD MAN’S CHEST TO SIR GABLE!
GABLE DROPS LIKE THE SHORELINE AT LOW TIDE!
AND GRIMWOLF COLLAPSES ONTO THE BODY OF SIR RENAULT!
ONE!
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TWO!
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HE’S BEEN THROUGH HELL HERE, BUT GRIMWOLF COULD HAVE IT!
NO MOVEMENT FROM RENAULT!
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NO!
RENAULT GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Grimwolf has nothing left, Renault is exhausted. Both stand to their feet. But Renault acts first!
THE LAST CRUSADE!
CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB TAKES DOWN GRIMWOLF, AND RENAULT HOLDS ON FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
The numbers proved just a bridge too far for Israel Grimwolf tonight. Vayikra stand tall, and Sir Gable gets a little closer to the closure he needs from his past.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: VAYIKRA [/edgtf_highlight]
What a match! After a moment spent recollecting themselves, Israel and Gable stand toe to toe in the centre of the ring, but Renault keeps trying to get involved, which irks the Pirate.
Splish.
Splash.
Splosh?
Israel doesn’t go full Nekken, but whatever he did has taken himself and Sir Gable out of the ring and they now stand in some kind of deserted pirate ship, away from Renault’s “help”.
“What do you want from me, Grimwolf?” Gable asks.
“I don’t want anything from ye, me hearty, I want to help.”
Sir Gable takes a step back, before rocking Grimwolf with a solid right hook. Gable mounts the pirate and starts to choke the life out of him.
“I already told you, Pirate, that I don’t need – or want – saving. I’ve found my true calling with Vayikra, and we must complete our mission. That is my only concern, now.”
Suddenly there is nothing but water in the zealot’s hands, Grimwolf appearing on the other side of the room, leaning against the creaking wall.
“Ye forget, me hearty, that I know you. All of this religion is just a distraction. Ye don’t believe any of it. Savvy?”
“Of course I believe it. I believe it is my duty to play a part in bringing Yahweh ba-”
“Sink me like a galleon, and if ye believe that, truthfully, then you’re either three sheets to the wind from the finest ale, or you’re practically shark bait already.”
“Shark bait?”
“Ye think you’ve walked the plank already, me heart, but avast! I can SAVE you. The plank’s not walked yet. This poppycock with Yahweh is just a vain hope that he can change your fate and stop ye dying at Red Snow, just as it was fortold.”
Sir Gable storms across to him again, but stops just short of another assault.
“What are you saying, Israel?”
“I’m saying, landlubber, that I can actually save your life. I figured it out.”
Sir Gable folds his arms, waiting for the explanation he knows is coming.
“Ye killed the Nekken, before. Ye freed me from it’s clutches. I went and got it back, me hearty. Not because I wanted to be keelhauled again, but because I needed to understand if I could. Ye see the Nekken is a curse, but it’s also a gift.”
Grimwolf sighs.
“Ye might think me a son of a biscuit eater, but I need ye to listen closely, and leave this god-fearing lily-livered Gable behind. Cael, I want to make ye immortal, in the only way I know how. The only way to save ye.”
He leans in close.
“I’m going to make you the Nekken…”
Gable gasps in shock.
Cut.
The Toybox.
Hiding in the shadows outside of the massive structure is the one, the only, Chip Montana. Just two weeks ago he had been told to play a game of hide and seek if he wanted to see Dave again. But, by the look on his face, he’s done hiding. He scowls, crawling out from the darkness and taking a deep breath as he approaches the door, slowly pushing it open and forcing his way inside! And on the other side of that door is SeeSaw and SeeHULK, the brothers sitting at a tiny tea party table with Dave sat next to them in front of a plate, a tiny hat on his head.
“Oh! Goody goody, you decided to join us for our little tea party, Mr. Montana! I’m so sorry that hotel ruined our game of hide and seek. But don’t worry, we have a new game!” SeeSaw giggles happily, clinking his plastic cup with SeeHULK who pretends to drink. Chip, meanwhile, can only look at Dave who sets his paws on the cup in front of him and intently stares back.
“You think you can take me rabbit, mate? You fuckin’ cunt? You Ronald McCuckold lookin’ prick?” Chip steps forward, watching as SeeSaw’s smile slips from his face.
“That wasn’t very nice of you, Mr. Montana. I wanted to set up a little playdate and you just had to stomp in and insult me! Well you aren’t getting your rabbit back! Not until you play with my brother like a good playmate!” SeeSaw stands up, scooping Dave up and walking to the back of the Toybox, taking a seat in a comically colorful throne.
“Go on, brother! Show Mr. Montana how we play!”
SeeHULK gets to his feet! The Toybox match is right now!
The match is on and Chip leaps at SeeHULK only to bounce off of his massive frame! The big green bastard bell claps Chip and grabs his arms before spinning around in a circle! He laughs maniacally before letting him go and sending Chip flying into a far wall where toys rain down onto him! The Show Host grabs a plastic Iron Man Gauntlet and rushes SeeHULK!
SEEHULK CATCHES CHIP AND POPS HIM UP! POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TEA PARTY TABLE! BROKEN PLASTIC REVEALS BARBED WIRE UNDERNEATH THAT SHREDS INTO CHIP’S SKIN!
SeeHULK drags Chip by his leg, raking him across the barbs and tossing him away! He skips towards Chip and leaps into the air for a massive double footstomp that Chip rolls away from! Montana points the gauntlet at SeeHULK!
HE FIRES OUT BARBED WIRE DARTS! THEY CATCH SEEHULK IN THE FACE AND HE STUMBLES BACK!
Montana rushes the toy collection and grabs hold of Radio Flyer Wagon! He puts a foot on it and pushes himself at SeeHULK at maximum speed!
AND GETS FUCKING CLOBBERED BY A BIG BOOT!
Chip hits the fucking ground and SeeHULK lifts up the wagon before bringing the metal down across his back over and over while jumping with joy! The metal bends against Chip’s back and SeeHULK tosses the broken toy away before grabbing a new one to play with before coming away with an extra large, spiked studded slap bracelet!
WHICH HE SLAPS AROUND CHIP’S NECK! BLOOD POURS FROM THE WOUNDS AND MONTANA GASPS FOR AIR BEFORE SEEHULK HUGS HIM AND LIFTS HIM UP INTO A MASSIVE BELLY-TO-BELLY THAT THROWS HIM ACROSS THE GOD DAMN ROOM! CHIP JUST GOT STRUGGLED SNUGGLED!
Montana pulls on the bracelet and yanks it off of his throat before desperately looking for something to even the odds as SeeHULK approaches him! He reaches into his front pocket and palms something before turning around and jabbing SeeHULK in the fucking chest!
ITS A TRANQ DART! CHIP HAD A SPARE ON HIM!
SeeHULK stumbles back and Chip hits him with a massive leaping knee that puts him on his ass! He grabs one of SeeSaw’s favorite toys! A pogo stick with a spike on the bottom! Chip leaps on and gives a massive jump!
DEVESTATING BUNNY HOP! THE SPIKE CRUSHES INTO THE TRANQ DART AND IMPALES SEEHULK EVEN FURTHER IN THE CHEST!
Chip goes to bounce again but SeeHULK grabs onto the pogo stick and shakes Chip off of it! Despite being woozy from the dart he still uses all of his strength to force it towards Chip who fights with all he has to stop it from stabbing into his heart! The spike pierces skin and draws blood through his shirt when Chip grabs the nearest toy!
A PLASTIC THOR’S HAMMER SMACKS SEEHULK ACROSS THE FACE AND SENDS HIM CONVULSING ON THE FLOOR! THE GOD DAMN HAMMER IS ELECTRIFIED!
But it isn’t insulated because Chip drops it as he begins to convulse as well! He collapses before trying to crawl away! But SeeHULK isn’t down yet! Even with the tranquilizer in his system he seems unstoppable as he advances on Chip! But he stops, grabbing a nearby box and smiling wickedly as he pours out the contents!
THUMBTACK TIPPED FUCKING LEGOS!? WHY!?
Just as SeeHULK lays out his new toy he turns around to see Chip grabbing his own! He rushes the show host!
AND CATCHES A WEIGHTED HULK GAUNTLET TO THE FUCKING JAW! THOSE THINGS MUST WAY FORTY POUNDS A PIECE AND CHIP USES THEM TO LAY INTO SEEHULK!
TEETH FLY IN ONE DIRECTION!
BLOOD ARCS IN THE OTHER!
CHIP DROPS THE GAUNTLETS AND HAULS SEEHULK UP! DOWN UNDER DRIVER! SITOUT TOMBSTONE RIGHT ON TOP OF THOSE GOD DAMNED LEGOS! THERE’S NO WAY SEEHULK CAN CONTINUE!
Chip Montana has once again taken down one of SeeSaw’s brothers in the Toybox!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: CHIP MONTANA [/edgtf_highlight]
The match is over, SeeHULK is bloodied on the floor and unable to move from the tranquilizer dart finally taking full effect! And while Chip Montana is just happy to be alive, SeeSaw is much less thrilled! He gets up from his throne, Dave hopping away as SeeSaw walks towards Chip and his brother.
“Oh brother… brother brother brother.” SeeSaw walks past Chip, looking down at SeeHULK who weakly reaches out to him, completely paralyzed from the dart!
“Why… why can’t any of my brothers be as good of playmates as I am? Why… WHY!?” SeeSaw angrily runs his hands through his hair as Chip crawls away! He scoops up Dave, the two of them hightailing towards the exit as SeeSaw stares down his brother.
“Me try kill tiny cunty man-” SeeHULK’s voice is weak but his attempts to speak are silenced by SeeSaw yelling in pure anger! He stomps on the injured SeeHULK who can’t help but let out shocked groans of pain and betrayal! As pitiful as he looks, however, SeeSaw shows no sympathy as he grabs hold of the weight hulk gloves and stands over his brother.
“You couldn’t kill him, could you? Were all our playdates for nothing!? WERE THEY!?”
“No-” But SeeHULK can’t even finish his sentence!
THUNK!
THUNK!
THUNK!
CRUSH!
SQUISH!
SQUISH!
SQUISH!
SEESAW LAYS INTO HIS BROTHER WITH THOSE WEIGHT GLOVES! THE BLOWS START OUT AS MEATY THWACKS BUT SLOWLY TURN INTO THE SOUNDS OF MUSH BEING SQUISHED AND SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE TOYBOX! SEESAW JUST BRUTALIZED SEEHULK AND DOESN’T SEEM TO BE STOPPING AS HIS HEAD AND CHEST GET COMPLETELY CAVED IN!
“IF YOU CAN’T BE A GOOD PLAYMATE THEN I’LL MAKE YOU WORTH PLAYING WITH! SEEHULK FINGER PAINT!”
Chip catches a glimpse of the terrifying ordeal, covering Dave’s eyes as he makes a swift escape through the doors of the Toybox! Sadly, that leaves us to witness SeeSaw as he slowly calms down from the rampage, letting go of the gauntlets and standing up, breathing heavily, seething where he stands.
“Disco Dave couldn’t do it, you couldn’t do it… none of my brothers can kill Chip, can they? And if none of them can, then I’ll do it myself. I’ll do it all myself.”
SeeSaw stares down at SeeHULK’s decimated body, taking in all of what he’d just done before dipping a finger into the gore and using it to paint a frown on his face.
Cut.
Sigil’s satchel sits open upon the table before the watching eyes of Deathnote. He’s frustrated, clearly. Every turn, Sigil has gotten away with the crown. Cracking his knuckles, Death’s son draws a deep breath.
“One more shot.”
He reaches into the satchel, feeling around for a particular item. Sigil has been stabbed, he’s been beaten, he’s been thrust into the Paradox Hotel. Deathnote pulls his hand free of the satchel, and is once again transported away into a Death Memory.
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2015
A Laboratory. A scientist stands with their back to us, burrowing over a table. Machines whirring and clicking, a collection of strange looking gadgets stand in display cases. Suddently, a portal opens and Sigil steps out. From behind, he grabs the sole occupant of the lab, who until now we hadn’t recognized.
Not until Sigil spins him around.
Doctor Mindfuck.
The mad scientist looks shocked and confused, unaware of how this strange being came to appear in his secret lab. But it matters little, as Sigil steps forward and stabs him in the chest.
“Sorry, Doc. But when you control time and reality, you’ve gotta be able to get some toys to play with. And you have your fair share of toys here.”
The life fades from Mindfuck’s eyes as he slumps to the floor, knife still in his chest. Sigil steps over his body and rummages about in the cabinets, pocketing a few items and nic-nacs. But it is the wall of stange liquids in various vials that Sigil takes a particular interest in.
He moves over to the wall, with test tubes still bubbling away, preparing yet another concoction. Sigil takes a look through the cabinets holding the liquids, until he comes to a locked cabinet with a glass door. A sign on the door is written in hastily scrambled letters on bright yellow card, stuck to the window like a warning label.
‘Nerve Serum 103b. Experimental’
Sigil uses his elbow to break the glass, slipping the vial into his satchel before portalling away.
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We are thrust back to the present, and Deathnote opens his fist to reveal that very serum in his hand. Now with at least some knowledge of where the silvery liquided syringe came from and what it may contain.
But he is interrupted as a familiar face appears opposite him, shining a light into the dark room. Sigil appears before him, looking at the satchel.
“Found you, you prick. I’ve come to take what’s mine.”
Deathnote waves the serum before him, pointing the needle towards Sigil. The Collector stops and Deathnote picks the satchel up, syringe still pointed at his foe like a loaded gun.
“You had your chance to make deals, Sigil. I’m going to enjoy every second of making you regret your choices. I’ll be seeing you, sooner rather than later.”
Deathnote backs away into the darkness, leaving a frustrated Sigil to contemplate his choices. Whatever that nerve agent does, Sigil definitely didn’t want it injected into him.
Cut.
Did the Impaler kill Starboy? TGK sure thinks so. Impaler denies it. Vigour isn’t so sure, and Chronoa doesn’t give a damn either way. This is a heated war of vengeance, enslavement, and cold hard brutality.
The four competitors are standing across the ring from each other. TGK and Vigour on one side. Chronoa and Impaler on the other.
The Kid is the first to move, but the moment he steps forward his eyes begin to flicker blue. He falls to the mat with a thud as he begins to glitch out as he has done off and on for the last month. Vigour rushes to his friend’s aid.
Chronoa looks to Impaler.
“Crush them.”
The Impaler steps forward, as Vigour stands up to defend TGK. But Legion stops in his tracks, turning to face the Mistress of Chaos.
“No.”
Raising an eyebrow, Chronoa curls her lip in a snarl.
“No?”
As if ensnared in shackles, the Impaler falls to his knees. With all of his might, Legion fights against these invisible chains.
Chronoa, with a grin, reaches down to caress the mask of The Many, but in her distraction, she didn’t see the missile incoming.
WHAM! VIGOUR WITH A HUGE MISSILE DROPKICK TO CHRONOA!
SHE HITS THE MAT HARD, COMING UP WITH RAGE IN HER EYES AS VIGOUR IS ON HER!
Knee to the face of Eversor.
Forearm across the bridge of her nose.
Expression Incarnate is going buck wild on his foe.
His best friend is down and out in the corner. The possible murderer of his fallen other best friend is fighting against the enslaving darkness.
And if there’s anyone who hates slavery, its goddamned Vigour!
But despite his vim, Vigour is up against a much bigger and stronger opponent.
She catches an errant punch, rising to her full near seven feet. She lifts Vigour up, headbutting him once before dropping him down.
IMPLANT DDT! PANDEMONIUM’S CURSE HITS FLUSH!
The battle between Vigour and Chronoa is on more even ground now, but the other two battles are not.
TGK is still shuddering in the corner, his eyes flickering from blue to purple. But slowly, the color fades from his eyes, and some semblance of control seems to be returning.
The Impaler is roaring with all of his might, fighting the shackles of Chronoa. The mask on his face almost seems to be unsealing itself as he uses all of his might to fight his fate.
So close to freedom.
So close he can taste it.
Vigour and Chronoa fight in front of him, light and darkness dancing upon his face.
Internal war rages.
Can Impaler break his chains?
Chronoa grabs Vigour, throwing him to the ropes. She rebounds…
TWISTED SMILE! THE SPINNING HEEL KICK!
NO!
THE IMPALER IS UP!
ADAM FUCKING SMASHER!
…TO VIGOUR?
The mask fully affixed to his face, Impaler kneels, freely this time, before Chronoa, who just grins.
“Finish them.”
Impaler grabs Vigour, throwing him up onto the top rope.
No, he can’t be…
Legion lifts Vigour up by the neck, readying himself to put the Prince of Party’s head on a pike.
He’s gonna KILL IT WITH…
NO!
KARATE KID TO IMPALER!
THE GENERATION KID SAVES HIS BROTHER!
BUT WAIT! TGK’S EYES AREN’T NORMAL!
NOT BLUE!
NOT WHITE!
THEY’RE FUCKING RED!
Chronoa rushes in with a clotheslines, but TGK TANKS IT!
ROCK BOTTOM! CHRONOA ON AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!
Impaler is up!
SPEAR! DOC BROWN’S DELOREAN HAS TAKEN IMPALER BACK TO THE FUTURE!
Vigour has a grin on his face as he pulls himself up in the corner. Smiling at TGK, he approaches…
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX FROM TGK TO VIGOUR! NOBODY CALLS HIM YELLOW!
WHY DID HE ATTACK VIGOUR?
Having decimated all of his opponents, TGK seems to wobble on his feet, his red eyes beginning to flicker. After a moment, he falls to the ground, his eyes now flickering a static-filled blue.
WHAT THE FUCK? EVERYONE IS DOWN!?
The first to stir is Impaler, who drapes an arm over Vigour.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
It’s fitting that this pointless war of misunderstandings and broken men ends the way it did, with no true victory. But what does this mean for its players?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND STILL DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: THE IMPALER [/edgtf_highlight]
The dust settled from the match, nothing has been truly resolved.
As the competitors begin to come to, Chronoa works to usher Impaler away.
“Your role in this tale is not yet finished, weapon.” She says as they leave ringside.
Meanwhile, Vigour crawls over to TGK to check on him.
The Kid’s eyes are static filled, moving with a blue glow as if a video is playing.
Because of course, it is.
INSIDE OF TGK’S MIND
The static begins to clear in TGK’s mind’s eye as it all forms into a video.
One of his creators, Dr. Whywee, stands alone in a room. The shadows around him seem to be almost alive, reaching out to surround and embrace him.
The same shadows that have haunted TGK for over a month now.
“Right wants to do this peacefully, but he won’t allow it.” He cackles. “If you’re seeing this message, then he’s begun to speak to you as well.”
Whywee’s lips curve into a sinister grin.
“Vali.” He says, reverent. “Vali the wise. Vali the demi-god. Vali the unstoppable.”
Pausing to look over his shoulder, whether to receive instruction or look for interlopers, Whywee continues.
“Dr. Right believes you’ve been built to stop Vali, but he’s a fool with no vision. You cannot stop him. No one can. So dedicated to Vali I’ve been that you may as well be my only child. And you will serve Vali, boy. Whether you choose to or not.”
The video turns back to static.
BACK IN THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE.
The Generation’s Kid seems to be okay, his eyes clear as he rises to his feet with the help of Vigour. With tears in the corner of his eyes, the Kid looks at Vigour.
“I’m sorry.”
In a flash, his eyes turn red and he leaves the ring in a rush.
Vigour is left in the middle of the ring, wondering the same thing we are.
Where the hell is TGK going?
And who the hell is Vali?
Cut.
How much money would it take to sell your soul? For Ether and Tag, what should have been an easy payday has turned into an absolute nightmare, forced to do horrible things, their hearts and souls broken into splinters as they’ve lost far more then they’ve gained and tonight, the demon who took their freedom away forces them to go through one more hell but can they survive going to war against eachother or will this be the swansong that turns this Radio to nothing but static?
The bell sounds as Tag and Ether circle the ring, neither of them willingly to truly hurt one another as they flick in and out, tagging eachother with jabs and light punches before they stop, look at one another and shake their fists in a rhythmic pattern.
Tag throws out paper while Ether throws out rock, the Hungry Girl shrugs and drops to the mat, allowing Tag to cover her
But the referee doesn’t count.
Tag gets to his feet, annoyed at the ref who just looks at the flickering titantron. Simon is seated on his golden throne, shit eating grin on his face as he shakes his head, thrusting his thumb down as he reminds them this isn’t a normal match.
This is Ultra Violence Baby as both Tag and Ether swallow hard, knowing there’s no easy way out.
AS ETHER DELIVERS A SUDDEN ETHER STRIKE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
Tag stumbles on his feet, falling through the middle rope as he collapses to the floor below. Ether shakes her head in anger before rushing to the ropes, diving over them as Tag gets to his feet
RIGHT INTO A TORNILLO!
Tag crashes to the floor as Ether mounts him, pounding down hard hoping to find that knockout blow to finish this one early but Tag’s head is stupidly hard and Ether’s blows don’t seem to be doing much damage to him at all. Tag throws her off him as she rolls to her feet, rushing forward but Tag catches her mid-jump, throwing her backwards
HEAD FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST!
Tag visibly winces, not happy about hurting his best friend but he shakes it off, pulling the dazed Hungry Girl up to her feet as he rocks her with hard knees to the skull before lifting her high up into the air
MCTWIST ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
That could be it there but Simon just shakes his head as he watches, his thumb still pointed downward. Tag spits out in fury as he lifts up the dazed Ether and rolls her back inside. Tag looks to roll back in himself but stops, thinking for a moment how to end this quickly as possible.
Before his eyes flick onto steel chairs at ringside.
He considers it for a moment, torn between doing maximum damage quickly or doing small damage slow before he sighs deeply, grabbing two of the chairs as he slides back into the ring. He drills Ether in the ribs a lot softer then he would other opponents before setting up one of the chairs in a seated position.
He pulls Ether up, the Hungry Girl trying to fight out as she stumbles him back with a hard uppercut but a brutal FIVE STAR FACIAL sends her collapsing face first onto the seat of the chair. Tag picks up the other, his hands trembling as he eyes Simon for a moment, a giant shit eating grin on the Taskmasters face as he nods his head in approval.
Tag scowls, mouthing out ‘sorry’ to the fallen Ether as he closes his eyes before lifting the chair up high, not noticing Ether slipping out from underneath
AS SHE KICKS THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO HIS JUNK!
Tag doubles over, dropping the chair as he winces in pain, giving Ether a thumbs up before she leaps off the chair
SPIKE-RANA ONTO THE STEEL!
Tag’s skull slams down into the steel, his brain rattling around as a thin trickle of blood begins to pool down his face. The Hungry Girl soon makes that a gusher as she leaps up to the top,
RIDING THE SKY WITH TAG’S BLOOD!
Sexy Dynamite is busted wide open as Simon just shakes his head, urging Ether to continue. The Hungry Girl furious but she just nods her head, backing up as she looks for that killer Mach blow. Ether bounces off the ropes, rushing forward
MACH…FUCKED! TAG COUNTERS WITH THE SKATEBOARD SHOT RIGHT INTO ETHER’S FACE BUSTING HER WIDE OPEN!
Tag did that out of pure damn instinct, dropping Cassandra with disgust as he realises what he just did but he shakes it off, walking over to Ether as he looks to finish this deathmatch.
The Hungry Girl looks out cold, Tag beside himself but he swallows it down, lifting her up as he looks to put down his best friend out of her misery.
SPRAY…ETHER FLIPS OUT, ENZIGURI TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
The Hungry Girl rolls back into her corner as she wipes the blood out of her eyes before flipping Tag off with a smirk. Tag smirks back, nodding his head before both competitors rush forward
ETHER STRIKE
FIVE STAR FACIAL
Tag just dodges the Spinning Heel but the Bicycle Kick hits flush as Ether slumps down to her knees in absolute exhaustion. Tag chuckles, kissing her softly on the top of the head before he lifts her high into the air
ATOMIC 69! LEAPING SIT OUT TOMBSTONE!
ETHER IS DONE AS SIMON FINALLY GIVES THE THUMBS UP!
The referee tries to lift Tag’s hand but he pushes him away, lifting the barely conscious Ether up as the pair embrace, tears flowing down both of their faces. Ether burying her face in Tag’s neck as Tag just looks up, staring daggers at the looming Taskmaster, mockingly slow clapping this brutal war forced on two friends.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: TAG [/edgtf_highlight]
The red-eyed TGK stalks through the backstage area like the Terminator until he arrives at door.
Chronoa stands outside of it.
Waiting.
Without hesitation, she opens it for him.
“My time in your tale is over.” She says. “The truth always comes to light, doesn’t it?”
TGK doesn’t answer, entering the room with purpose. As he crosses the threshold, he finds what he expected.
The Impaler, on his knees.
Waiting.
Without hesitation, TGK steps forward, his crimson eyes showering Legion with light as TGK clamps his hand around his throat. With incredible strength, the Kid lifts Impaler into the air.
The same tendrils of darkness that embraced Whywee earlier return to TGK, swirling around him and whispering directly into his ear.
“Do it.”
TGK twitches.
“He killed Starboy.”
Another twitch.
“Give in.”
This time, TGK twitches his hand, releasing Impaler. The red light fades from his eyes as the darkness overtakes everything.
Pitch black.
“I understand now.” The voice of TGK calls out, resolution in his voice. “I didn’t understand why you wanted me to kill Impaler, but I get it now.”
“Oh?” The darkness answers.
“The message you made Dr. Whywee record. You gave up your game.”
He pauses.
“Vali.”
Another pause.
“It unlocked everything. My purpose. My meaning. My foe. You. Vali, the demi-god who draws power from battle, from death itself.”
A small white glow comes from TGK’s eyes. It is so faint you can barely see it, fighting against the darkness surrounding him.
“That’s why you wanted me to kill Impaler. Legion. The Many. It’s why Chronoa was involved. It’s why you didn’t go public until the death of the gods. It’s why you came to OSW to begin with. Endless battle. Endless death. It’s almost like a wellspring to draw from.”
The darkness retreats.
“Isn’t that right…”
It coalesces into a figure before TGK.
“Banzan.”
Holy shit.
Banzan is the demi-god Vali?
Banzan is the destroyer TGK was sent to stop?
The Mountain stands before TGK now, an uncharacteristic sneer on his face.
“Yes.” He says, no semblance of deceit. “Battle empowers me. Death sustains me. Many have seen the truth of it, that I am always surrounded by death and destruction. But they saw me as a victim, not as the architect of it all.”
Pause.
“No one but you, my weapon.”
TGK shakes his head.
“I’m not your weapon.” He spits. “I’m here to stop you.”
Banzan chuckles, his veneer of peace broken now by the revelation of his true nature.
“You have a choice ahead of you, the choice of your makers. You can either fight me or fight for me.”
“That’s no choice at all.” TGK says. “You win either way.”
“Exactly.” Banzan says, walking away from TGK.
As the door shuts behind him, TGK is left alone.
Shocked. Stunned.
Can he even kill Banzan?
Or will it only make Vali invincible?
Cut.
A partnership of convenience that turned into a brotherhood…all thrown away through arrogance and greed. Despite his reason screaming at him otherwise, Zero trusted the one person he probably shouldn’t have and now the dickhead he thought he could believe in has become his worst enemy. Will Luke Storm succeed in proving Zero is nothing without him or has the Real F’N Deal fucked up immensely and just not found out yet?
The lights begin to flash all around us, replicating the camera flashes of paparazzi before ‘Stormbringer’ hits the Slaughterhouse. Thick smoke fills the arena as the familiar Hollywood silhouette appears through its dissipating form for a moment but we then see another rush up behind him
STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Storm tumbles through the smoke, Zero standing above with a scowl of pure venom before he begins to rain down shot after shot to the unprotected Hollywood who soon turtles up from the sheer pain. Zeros fury nearly breaks the chair in half before tossing the crumpled frame away, peeling the bloodied and dazed Hollywood up by the hair before running down the ramp
AND DAMN NEAR LAWNDARTING HIM SKULL FIRST INTO THE NEARBY TURNBUCKLE POST!
Hollywood staggers back, damn near covered in that crimson mask as Zero roughly throws him into the ring before rolling in and begging and pleading for this asshole to get in position. Hollywood staggers up, barely able to stand as he stumbles into a
KICK
WHAM
PUNK
CITY
KILLER!
Zero nails the Stunner on the barely conscious Hollywood before rolling over for the quick cover
ONE
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TWO
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THREE…..
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THREE!!!?
Hollywood had no answer for the sheer anger of Zero here, getting absolutely destroyed by his former friend. The bell begins to sound, Zero celebrating as a doctor in full face mask rolls in to check on Hollywood’s heavy blood loss, wiping down his face before quickly yelling something at the referee. The ref looks over before signaling for the time keeper to stop the bell. Zero looks confused and angered, gripping the ref by the shirt collar as he demands to know what’s happened, the ref able to squeak out the answer.
That’s not Luke Storm…it’s another stunt double.
Behind Zero, the doctor rips off his mask and scrubs, revealing the true Hollywood Luke Storm who slowly walks up
AND KICKS AN UNSUSPECTING ZERO RIGHT IN THE DICK!
Zero crumples to his knees in pain, fury in his face as he looks up at Storm with that shit eating grin on his face before he rushes forward
LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! RUNNING KNEE/BLOCKBUSTER COMBINATION!
Zero slams hard down to the mat but Storm isn’t done as he rolls through,
LOCKING IN THE HOLLYWOOD VICE!
Storm trying to force Zero to tap out with his own move here, the Hacker refusing through clenched teeth but that kick to the dick took all the air out of his lungs as Storm is quickly making it hard to breathe. Zero slowly pulls himself towards the ropes, Storm pulling back all he can as Zero’s fingers just scratch the bottom rope.
He doesn’t get to the ropes though as Storm rolls through, lifting Zero up onto his shoulders for a moment before spinning around
INTO THE EYE OF THE STORM! FIREMANS CARRY IMPLANT DDT!
That could be it there but Hollywood isn’t looking for anything but that picture perfect finish here as he climbs up to the top rope, soaking in the camera flashes and the boos from the audience before leaping off
THUNNNNDDDAAHHH…ONTO ZERO’S FUCKING HEAD! That could be it there, nearly 200 pounds dropped right onto Zero’s unprotected skull as Hollywood hooks both legs for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THRE…NO! ZERO KICKS OUT!
But as Hollywood rolls to his feet, that may well have been the last bit of energy Zero had. The Hacker slowly rising up, battered and bruised as Storm leans forward, tapping his cheek as he mockingly begs Zero to hit him.
HARD HAYMAKER! Zero swings wild as he topples to the mat, Storm’s eyes slightly rolling back into his skull from the surprise blow but he manages to stay on his feet. Nodding to himself, Hollywood cracks his neck before flipping a kneeling Zero the double bird as he rushes forward.
LIGHTNING STRIKE….DOES NOTHING!
The superkick impacts fully into Zero’s cheek but Zero doesn’t move an inch, turning his head slowly as he begins to tremble in absolute fury. Zero slowly gets to his feet as Storm staggers back, a little perturbed as he tries for another Lightning Strike but Zero catches it in mid-air
BEFORE SLAMMING AN ELBOW HARD DOWN ONTO THE JOINT OF THE KNEE!
Hollywood screams out in pain, Zero nearly damn breaking his knee from the force but he’s not able to scream for long as Zero grabs him around the throat, the sheer force leaving Storm struggling to breath before he’s lifted up high into the air
AND NEARLY PLANTED THROUGH THE MAT WITH ABSOLUTE ZERO!
Storm damn near bounces off the mat from the pure rageful power as he stumbles up to his feet right in the path of an onrushing Zero
TROJAN SPIKE! SUPERMAN PUNCH TO THE THROAT!
Storm stumbles, hacking in profuse pain before he’s lifted up high in a Suplex Position.
MALEWAREVOENCE! SPIKE BRAINBUSTER!
Storm is barely concious on the mat as Zero rolls back, slicing his thumb across his neck before rushing forward
16 GB OF RAM! SHINING WIZARD! Zero rolls through, bouncing off the other side
32 GB OF RAM! SHINING WIZARD TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! That should be it but Zero isn’t pinning, he wants to make Storm suffer as he’s beggining for this fucking cunt to get to his feet, Hollywood slowly stumbling up right into the double bird
KICK TO THE DUCK
PUNK
CITY
MOTHER
FUCKING
KILLER!
Storm backflips from the sheer force of the Stunner, finally crashing to the mat as Zero hooks both legs with a satisfied smile on his face
ONE
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TWO
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THREE….
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THREE!!!
Zero has done it, getting revenge against his former friend with such emphatic fashion, he just had to do it twice.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: ZERO [/edgtf_highlight]
Sometime Later.
Vigour stands at the grave of Starboy with a handful of vibrant and colourful flowers. His eyes are wet and he’s emotional as he takes a seat at the graveside of his friend.
“I’m sorry I haven’t found who did this,” he says with sadness, looking at the headstone. “I know I promised you that I would.”
There’s a silence as rain begins to fall around him.
“Things have been so hectic,” he admits. “I’m missing you so much, man.”
WHAM!
Suddenly, Vigour is kicked hard in the back of the head, sending him sprawling through the mud and across the grave. He gets back to his knees, scrambling for an understanding of what’s going on.
CRUNCH! JESUS CHRIST! HIS HEAD IS SANDWICHED BETWEEN A KNEE AND THE FUCKING TOMBSTONE!
Someone knees him so hard in the back of the head that the Tombstone breaks, crumbling in half with the ferocity.
“I thought this was going to be difficult!” A voice says angrily as they approach Vigour once again.
The Prince of Party is pulled back to his feet and ran backwards into a tree, the force of which shakes water and leaves from it. There’s blood pouring down Vigour’s head, leaking into his mouth.
He spits it out.
“Who are you?” He says through spitting blood.
“I’m the one who killed your friend,” the person admits. We pan backwards, revealing exactly who it is.
Whisper.
“Why?” Vigour says breathlessly.
“Because I’ve been tasked with killing you, boy,” Whisper says with a growl. “And your friend, he wouldn’t tell me where you were. He sacrificed himself for you; how futile. I may be blind, but it’s you who cannot see.”
WHOOSH!
Suddenly, a white laser shoots through the shoulder of Whisper, piercing the tree just by Vigour’s face.
The alien drops The Prince immediately, falling to his knees.
It’s THE GENERATION KID!
Vigour runs towards him, stumbling as he does.
“We need to get away,” he mutters with bloodied teeth. “He killed Starboy and he’s here to kill me.”
“What? Okay, let’s go.”
The Rainbow Party rush away, leaving Whisper face down in the mud.
Is he dead?
A breath out blows away the leaves.
Perhaps not.
This is a road The Collector has gone down many a time. The Scion of Death standing before him in the ring and it has always ended in a Sigil victory but Deathnote has never weakened The Collector like he is now. Bloodied, battered and stripped of his trophies, can Deathnote finally end the life of Sigil or is the Collector still too fucking stubborn to die?
The bell sounds as Deathnote rushes forward, taking advantage of Sigil’s weakened state to nearly crack his mask in half with a brutal Big Boot. Sigil stumbles backwards into the corner, Deathnote rushing forward with a stiff knee to the jaw before beginning to pummel him with hard knee after knee to the midsection right where the still healing stab wound is.
The Collector screams out in pain, Deathnote just smiling viciously as he grips Sigil by the throat, throwing him over head
AS SIGIL COSMIC LEAPS AWAY!
Deathnote just calmly stands there, not even bothering to look for where the portal reappears as Sigil blinks back behind him, leaping up high
DEATHNOTE DUCKS UNDERNEATH FINITE!
“Predictable”
CLAWSTRIKE RIGHT TO THE OPEN WOUND!
Sigil staggers back in pain, Deathnote laughing as he grips The Collector around the throat
AND THROWS THE BASTARD RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR BELOW!
Sigil crashes down like a sack of shit on the concrete, screaming out in pain as Deathnote slowly climbs up to the top rope, sizing up his fallen opponent before diving off
KISS OF…SIGIL JUST GETS OUT OF THE WAY
BUT DEATHNOTE ROLLS TO HIS FEET!
DEATH’S CROSSING! BRUTAL SUDDEN KNEE SHADES OF THE ARTHURIAN KING HIMSELF!
Sigil looks damn near out cold from that brutal knee as Deathnote rolls his limp body back into the ring before covering
ONE
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TW….SIGIL GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
It was never going to be that easy as Deathnote quickly pulls the Collector up, rocking him with a series of knees to the jaw before lifting him up onto his shoulders
GATHER
THY
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FINITE!
Sigil flips out of the GTS attempt, nailing a stiff Roundhouse that stuns Deathnote as the Collector pounces on his opportunity, emptying out the tank with every strike he can think of to pummel Deathnote.
Rights, Lefts, Elbows, Knees, Kicks, Headbutts. Throwing out everything to put down the Scion one last time as a leaping flip kick to the jaw stumbles Deathnote back before Sigil rolls backwards to the ropes, rushing forward
LIGHT PIERCER! SUPERKICK RIGHT ON THE BUTTON!
Deathnote’s stunned as Sigil lifts him up, looking for something he knows can put Deathnote down. But as he tries to drop him down onto the knee, Sigil suddenly stops, his arm going limp as he drops the Scion to the mat.
Who’s holding that silver filled syringe…now half empty.
Sigil drops to his knees, the left side of his body completely limp as Deathnote just grins sadistically at his now helpless prey. He lifts Sigil’s chin up before damn near breaking a few teeth with a stiff right hand. Sigil refuses to stay down, pushing himself up with his good side as he dares Deathnote to do that shit again.
The Scion obliging as he bounces off the ropes
DEATH’S CROSSING…NO! Sigil ducks under but Deathnote was ready for it as he grabs hold of Sigil’s head with his momentum
DIVINE JUSTICE! MODIFED REVERSE DDT!
Sigil gets slammed into the mat but Deathnote isn’t done, peeling Sigil up almost immediately, thrusting him into his arms
FATHER MINE! HEADLOCK DRIVER!
That well could be it there, a cruel taunt of what may well await the Collector if he can survive tonight but Deathnote doesn’t cover, instead pulling Sigil up to his feet once more, wrapping him up tightly
AND TURNING HIS FINAL PAGE!
That has to be it there as Deathnote rolls through for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THRE……………………….
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NO!!! SIGIL KICKS OUT!
The Collector surviving on pure spite alone as Deathnote looks furious for a moment before his eyes flick to the corner and the stolen satchel
As a sickening idea fills his head.
The Scion slowly walks towards it, opening it up casually as he looks inside for a moment before finding an ideal weapon
That trusty blood red crowbar.
Deathnote slowly stalks forward, twirling the Collector’s favorite artifact high in the air as he looks to punish Sigil with it. Sigil backing up into the ropes as he tries to will his flesh into working but his left side is still numb and he’s helpless as Deathnote raises the crowbar high.
BEFORE SWINGING IT DOWN HARD ON THE LEFT ARM……
BUT THE CROWBAR JUST WRAPS ITSELF AROUND THE LIMB!
Sigil headbutts Deathnote away as he slowly gets to his feet, the steel sucking away the poison as the Collector straightens out his arm, the crowbar reforming back into the weapon he knows and loves, before he cricks his other arm and urges Deathnote to come get some.
The Scion rushes forward, Sigil ducking underneath a right hand before smashing the crowbar into his arm. Deathnote screams in pain as Sigil begins punishing him with hard blow after blow, before raising Smiley Jnr high
AS HE NEARLY BREAKS DEATHNOTE’S SKULL IN HALF WITH A BRUTAL STRIKE!
Deathnote’s stunned and bleeding on his knees as Sigil looks for the end, Cosmic Leaping once more before a portal emerges up high
PLANESTOMPER…NO! Deathnote just moves out of the way as Sigil rolls through, but Deathnote’s ready for him
STROKE OF THE PEN! PUNT TO THE FACE OUT OF NOWHERE!
Sigil just got fucked with fire as Deathnote just finds the strength to roll over onto him for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THRE……………………….
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This has to be it
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THREE!!!
Deathnote finally does it, beating the Collector but has he served Sigil up on a silver platter for his father or will the Collector find the strength to survive another day?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: DEATHNOTE [/edgtf_highlight]
As Deathnote gets back to his feet, a smoke bomb seemingly blasts before him. As he gasps for air, he stumbles backwards, watching as the smoke fades to reveal a man we’ve not seen in a while.
Corvus.
Corvus throws his stars at him, one catching Deathnote clean in the shoulder as he attempts to dodge.
Down he goes.
The Author begins bleeding but gets back to his feet.
“Show yourself, you coward,” he roars.
With a click of his fingers, the visage of Corvus fades, revealing Jensen Cussen.
“You work for my father,” Deathnote screams. “How dare you attack me!”
“My job is to carry out the will of Death; I thought you knew that?” Cussen says in reply, pulling a dagger from his waistband. “But on this occasion, it’s just a warning.”
Deathnote holds his bloodied shoulder, not understanding.
“Take a look in the good book and you’ll see what I mean,” Jensen continues.
The Author clicks his fingers and the Deathnote appears before him. He begins rummaging through the pages, getting to the end and stopping.
Something perturbs him.
“What?” He growls in pain. “No… it can’t be.”
Jensen nods.
“But it is,” he announces.
“My name has never been in this book. How is it there now?” Deathnote demands to know, in shock. “How am I scheduled to die?”
The former Corvus shrugs his shoulders.
“Perhaps that’s a question you ought to pose to your daddy,” he suggests. “You’ve got until the date in that book to figure it out. At Red Snow, on the date of your death, it’ll be I who bringeth forward the end.”
Deathnote grimaces.
Cut.
They say blood is thicker then water and the bond of parent and child is almost unbreakable but what if that child has become twisted and broken into something you never wanted? Lux always feared Sanctus would follow the wrong path and thanks to the Dragon, he’s become just like he was all those years ago. Will Lux be forced to watch his flesh and blood make the same mistakes he did or can the Light Warrior bring him back into the realm of reason before it’s too late?
The bell sounds as both men circle the ring, anger in Sanctus’s eyes but there’s nothing but pure sorrow in Lux’s as he half heartedly puts up his dukes before shaking his head and opening his arms wide in pure pacifism. An act that pisses off Sanctus as he rushes forward
HOLY WISH! SUPERKICK RIGHT TO THE JAW!
Lux staggers back, spitting out a glob of blood onto the mat as he turns back into Sanctus, again opening his arms up in pacifism as Sanctus delivers a second and a third Superkick, each blow connecting like a gunshot but Lux just stands there, taking it all as Sanctus just gets angrier and angrier before he double legs his father and begins to ground and pound the absolute hell out of him.
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Lux doesn’t fight back, he doesn’t even defend himself, letting Sanctus pummel him black and blue as the referee looks close to calling for the bell but Lux grabs him close, whispering sternly ‘let him do what he has to’. The ref backs up as Sanctus continues to pound down on his father, anger slowly increasing with each blow before he rolls off, yelling out a frustrated scream into the heavens as Lux just sits up, staring down his son still with that sorrow in his eyes.
Sanctus just sneers, rolling out of the ring as he grabs a steel chair from ringside. Rolling back inside, he lifts it up high as Lux just leans back, arms wide as he closes his eyes bracing for the hit…that never comes.
Sanctus’s arms shake, unable to deliver the chair shot as tears begin to stream down his face. Lux smiling as he begins to get to his feet
RIGHT INTO A MASSIVE CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE!
Lux crashes to the mat, Sanctus smiles a sadistic smile as he drives the chair over and over into Lux’s prone body before throwing the twisted mess away as he lifts the hurting Lux up to his feet, hoisting him high into the air
YAWEH’S SIGN INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Bellator crashes to the mat in a crumpled heap of pain as Sanctus quickly heads up to the top rope, sizing up his fallen father for a moment before diving off.
TERRA TREMUIT….TO THE RIGHT ARM!
Sanctus may have snapped the bone from the agonizing screams that echo from his father, Lux in clear pain as he stumbles to his feet, clutching his arm but he still shakes his head, refusing to fight back. Sanctus just sneers once more, rushing forward as he flips around Lux before slamming his right arm down hard into the mat
AS HE LOCKS IN THE ARM OF GOD!
Lux screams out, Sanctus pulling back on the injured arm with all his strength as Lux has an easy way out here to end this match but Sanctus’s eyes are still burning a blaze of fury so Lux knows he has to stay in this. Bellator slowly pulls himself towards the ropes, Sanctus lifting himself up off the mat as he tries to torque the arm behind his father’s back but the Light Warrior refuses to give in until he can get through to his son, screaming out an agonized cry before leaping forward
AS HE MANAGES TO GRAB ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Sanctus refuses to let go, only dropping the hold on threat of disqualification but it’s clear Lux is in bad shape, his right arm barely functional as he slowly sits up, breathing hard but still refusing to fight. Sanctus just shakes his head
BEFORE NEARLY TAKING LUX’S HEAD OFF WITH THE UNHOLY WISH! KNEELING SUPERKICK! Sanctus doesn’t let his father fall to the mat before lifting him up, one arm around his throat as he flows through
INTO IMPERTIO! THAT HAS TO BE IT! Sanctus floating through with the cover, fury still radiating through his body as the referee counts
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Sanctus is beside himself, furious he can’t finish this and furious that Lux won’t fight back as he kneels down, gripping his exhausted father by the head and screaming in his face.
“Why won’t you fight back? I won’t stop until you do, stop being a coward and fight back…please”
Lux just shakes his head, barely able to keep his eyes open from the sheer agony he’s been through as he forces his muscles to once again leave himself wide open.
“Never”
Sanctus shakes in pure fury, staring daggers down at his father intending to martyr himself before he nods, lifting Lux up as he double underhooks him, stunning him with a pair of knees before he places Lux’s head between his legs. The anger in his eyes is gone, replaced with sheer delight as a sadistic, almost gleeful chuckle echoes from Sanctus who looks to put a punctuation mark on this one sided beating.
BUT LUX DOUBLE LEGS SANCTUS OUT OF NOWHERE! Slamming Sanctus to the mat, Lux raises one arm high, looking to finally strike his son as Sanctus is almost begging for it
He can’t do it though.
Arm shaking as tears fall from his eyes, Lux just shakes his head before collapsing to the mat and motioning for Sanctus to pin him. Sanctus just shakes his head, dropping down as he barely makes any effort in the cover of his father.
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Sanctus does it, beating Lux in a one sided battle but has Lux managed to get through to his son or was his martyrdom all for nothing in the end?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: SIR BELLATOR [/edgtf_highlight]
With their match over, Sanctus Bellator looks down at his father. Who knows what he’s feeling? Is it shame? Is it sacrifice? Is it empowerment? He steps back, looking towards the entrance ramp as Solomon Rhodes and Sir Renault step out to meet him.
“I told you I would not hesitate,” Sanctus says to Renault, as both men come face to face in the middle of the ring.
“It’s time to finish it,” Rhodes announces. “Renault, gather him to his feet. Sanctus, this is your duty to Yahweh; end his pursuit.”
Rhodes passes Sanctus a blade, stepping backwards as Renault pulls a woozy and pained Lux to his feet.
“I’m sorry father,” Sanctus says solemnly. “But some things are more important than blood and family; you taught me that. Our good Lord needs to be brought back from the eternal damnation and we can’t allow you to stop us.”
Sanctus rushes forward with the blade, only Lux Bellator falls to the floor, being tossed aside.
Tossed aside by…
Sir Renault.
Rhodes is immediately perplexed. Sanctus doesn’t know what to do.
“Enough!” Renault announces. He steps backwards as Lux gets back to his feet, standing beside him. “I always loved you, do you know that? I would’ve gone to the ends of the Earth for you. But despite that, you always loved him, didn’t you?”
Solomon looks disgusted.
“You dare to do this now?” He asks back angrily.
“Yes father,” Renault says taking a deep breath. “I dare to do this now.”
“Renault Rhodes,” Solomon growls with a deep disapproving tone. “You’re old enough and big enough to know the mistake you’re making.”
“You were gone most of my life, dad,” he continues. “RAGE, Old School Wrestling – I spent the last fifteen years growing up without you. When you asked me to come here and begin this crusade, I thought you picked me because you loved me. I thought you chose me because you wanted my help. But watching Lux and the way he tried to save his son, it made me realize that what you’ve shown me isn’t love. You love Sanctus, not me.”
Lux Bellator places a hand on his shoulder.
“He told me about the location of Death,” Lux interrupts with a smile. “He’s helped me every step of the way.”
“DECEIVER!” Roars Sanctus.
The younger Bellator rushes Renault, scooping him off the canvas and slamming him down with a Spinebuster. Sanctus immediately begins slamming right and left hands into him as Rhodes rushes to pull him away.
The Light Warrior helps Renault roll to the outside, following him out. They both back away, leaving Rhodes and Bellator in the ring.
“You’ll pay for this, Lux,” Rhodes yells at him from the ring. “At Red Snow, you’ll both pay.”
“It’ll be you who pays, father,” Renault roars back. “It’s your debt that has finally come due, old man.”
Cut.
Portal.
In a dirty dungeon, a blue portal opens in the middle of a cell – shocking its inhabitant, who we see recoil backwards.
Sigil steps through, leaving the portal open.
“Are you here?” He asks. “I can feel you.”
Suddenly, a person appears from behind.
The Butcher.
The Collector immediately turns, coming face to face with the man who’s daughter he killed.
The Butcher though is in no condition to fight. He’s dehydrated, with blistered lips and black eyes. His body is an amalgamation of wounds, scars, blood and dirt. He soon falls to his knees, barely able to stand.
“You can’t kill me,” he groans. “You just can’t.”
“I don’t want to kill you Colin,” Sigil admits, kneeling to face his former foe. “But the love crystal was connected to Wynona and as a result, I can feel her love for you. That makes us connected, in a weird way.”
“Is that how you found me?” The Butcher asks.
Sigil nods his head.
“I spent the longest time ignoring the feeling, hoping it would go away, but it hasn’t. So I came to find out.”
The Butcher lowers his head.
“Death has made it so that I can’t die,” he groans. “So that I can’t return to heaven and be with my wife. He took me from paradise and is punishing me. All I want is for this to be over.”
The Collector thinks about it before helping Colin back to his feet.
“Come with me,” he offers. “I plan to kill Death and when I do, I’ll right this egregious wrong. For now, all I can offer is an end to your suffering.”
“Thank you,” Colin says quietly, at almost a whisper. “Thank you.”
And both of them head through the portal.
Cut.
These newlyweds have hit a dead end in their relationship: Will it be the Masterful King or the Killer Queen who reigns supreme over Old School Wrestling after tonight’s inevitable domestic violence?
Darkness.
An image of a crown adorned with skulls is displayed on the tron as the opening guitar riff of “Hail to the King” blares through the Slaughterhouse.
Out walks Tag and Ether onto the stage…
WITH SIMON SITTING ON THEIR SHOULDERS!!!!
Simon waves to the booing crowd from atop the ramp, then gives the signal for Tag and Ether to lower him down.
“Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head!”
“Save your life by leaving whispers unsaid!”
King Simon galavants down the ramp, laughing as Jet Set Radio reluctantly follow behind him in lockstep to the ring where Simon stops and demands Tag and Ether hold open the ropes for him. They take an extended look at each other, and proceed to do his bidding while Simon walks up the steps and slowly enters the ring through the open ropes.
“Hail to the King!”
Simon raises his arms and smiles to the crowd as they rain him down with deafening boos while Jet Set Radio watches on from the apron…
The lights go out in the Slaughterhouse.
Darkness
Snap, snap, snap…
“She keeps her Moet and Chandon in her pretty cabinet.”
“Let them eat cake she says, just like Marie Antoinette!”
The dulcet tones of the late, great Freddie Mercury are heard as Queen’s “Killer Queen” blares throughout the Slaughterhouse. The lights of the Slaughterhouse flash red as wisps of fire, like candles, form in a circle on the stage.
“Caviar and cigarettes, well versed in etiquette.”
“Extraordinarily nice, she’s a killer—“
“Queen!”
The fire forms into the form of Pyre, her eyes glowing red. The fire surrounds her, glimmering off her OSW World Championship belt. The fire dissipates as she walks down the ramp, and when she reaches the ring, Simon barks at Jet Set Radio to hop down and lift Pyre onto the apron, which again they comply.
Pyre waits impatiently for Tag and Ether to take their cue, and they hop up and open the ropes for her like they did for Simon, which puts a snarky smile on her face. Simon moves to the corner and vehemently applauds his wife as she poses in the middle of the ring with her championship.
The ref signals for the bell to ring and Simon mandates Tag and Ether to stand guard on the bottom of the ramp. Tag holds Cassandra in wait, and Ether pulls a package of twinkies out of her pocket. She crinkles open the package and she notices Tag giving her the side eye while she stuffs one whole into her mouth.
“WHAGH?!” the Hungry Girl muffledly asks with attitude, chewing as Tag just shakes his head.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
Simon immediately rushes Pyre—
AND EMBRACES HER!
Pyre stands awkwardly for a moment, then hugs Simon back before the two take a step back to break this odd tension that exists between them.
Simon has a knowing smirk on his face, and after a second Pyre adopts one as well.
These two mates have been dancing around one another for quite some time now, but tonight’s the night they finally dance together for what inevitably was the endgame for all their rehearsals:
The OSW World Championship.
And tonight—
IS SHOWTIME!
Simon and Pyre gingerly circle one another.
TIE UP, COLLAR AND ELBOW!
There’s some light hearted trash talking between the two before Simon pushes Pyre into the corner, breaking before the ref counts to five!
Simon puts his arms up and slowly backs towards the center of the ring with a big grin on his face.
Pyre maintains a calm demeanor, but you can see in her eyes that underneath the surface, her blood is starting to boil. She closes in on her husband and they tie up again.
Simon overpowers her with a wrist lock, twisting it in and slightly taking Pyre’s breath away. She grimaces as Simon again grins, but his smile turns into a frown as Pyre cartwheels out on one arm and reverts the pressure onto his wrist now!
Simon attempts to spin out for a counter, but only finds himself pulled in closer to Pyre’s bosom as she leans back and drops to the mat, yanking his arm into a choke—
FIRE TRIANGLE!!
But Simon intelligently uses this momentum against Pyre, putting all his weight on her shoulders against the mat—
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FORCING PYRE TO RELINQUISH THE CHOKE AS SHE KICKS OUT!!
Man and wife take a step apart to regain their composure, staring into each other’s eyes as the Slaughterhouse crowd begins to buzz in anticipation.
It’s not a matter of if, but when these two will break, and the ensuing violence will be nothing short of passionate.
Simon’s first to asset himself, raising his hand up and stepping forward, beckoning Pyre to engage in a test of strength!
Pyre rolls her eyes and if only just to humor her husband, steps forward and reluctantly grasps his hand. Simon raises his left arm up, and Pyre follows suit.
They push against one another as the crowd begins to back Pyre of all people—
“FI-RE BITCH! FI-RE BITCH! FI-RE BITCH!”
And she feeds into this energy, amazingly pushing Simon’s arms down and back to gain the upper hand!
SIMON’S EYES ARE WIDE— WHERE DID THIS STRENGTH COME FROM?!
He’s almost forced to his knees when Pyre hears a cackle erupt from her husband—
HE WAS SUCKERING HER IN!
Simon gleefully pushes Pyre’s arms back and towers above her, forcing her to her knees as he laughs, reveling in the crowd’s boos!
With one final push Simon flattens Pyre onto her back, both shoulders down on the mat—
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With one free arm Pyre partially breaks from Simon, kips up as he maintains the other hand’s grip, and ducks under his arm and behind Simon into a hammerlock!
Now Simon is showing some signs of frustration, the once smarmy smile now faded into gritted-teethed determination as he tries to outmaneuver the quicker, more graceful champ.
But it’s Pyre who has the upper hand now, and she yanks her hubby around a bit before whispering into his ear,
“Shall we change positions, love?”
And with that Simon drops down on a knee and maneuvers out, whips Pyre towards the ropes—
BUT MAINTAINS HIS GRIP ON HER WRIST—
Pyre is frozen mid-whip as Simon holds on…
HE SPINS HER AROUND BACK TOWARDS HIS OTHER ARM—
AND CATCHES HER AS SHE FALLS BACKWARDS INTO A DIP!
The two quarreling lovers lock eyes for a moment, as this match has literally turned into a dance, and before another move can be made Simon releases his hold on Pyre—
DROPPING HER FLAT ON HER ASS TO THE CANVAS!
Simon’s howling laughter can be heard over the thick boos of the Slaughterhouse crowd!
The Taskmaster is merely toying with his wife, but from the look on her face she’s none too pleased with his actions.
And as the saying goes: happy wife, happy life.
Pyre pops up and sprints at Simon with a rage, and they engage in a third tie up, collar and elbow. Simon immediately snaps her into a side headlock, wrenching it in around Pyre’s head. She backpedals into the ropes and whips Simon to the opposite side of the ring. Pyre lays flat on the mat and Simon hurdles over her on the rebound, then Pyre jumps up in the air forcing Simon to channel his agility, ducking underneath her on the way back, and as he bounds into the ropes Pyre sets up to take her shot—
BAPTISM BY FIRE!!
BUT THE SUPERKICK ONLY HITS AIR—
SIMON CLUNG ONTO THE ROPES!!
He drops down and slithers to the outside, laughing at the crowd and pointing to his head as if he knew that was coming. He strolls around the ring, smiling and laughing as Pyre stews in the ring. She watches Simon move and when his back is to her, it seems her kettle finally boils over…
Pyre sprints towards the ropes—
FIREBALL THROUGH THE ROPES RIGHT INTO SIMON!!
THE CANNONBALL PUSHES HIM INTO THE CROWD BARRICADE!!
Pyre has a mean look on her face now, and it’s clear the champ is done playing around as she moves with purpose towards her husband who is leaned against the barricade…
SLAP!
BAH GAWD SHE JUST SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!
The crowd erupts and someone in the first row pours a beer over Simon’s dazed head!
TALK ABOUT ADDING INSULT TO INJURY!
Pyre’s giggling with delight now, and someone in the crowd hands her a glass of red wine, which she knocks back like a champ before smashing the cup over Simon’s head!
The ref begs these two psychos to get back in the ring, and when Simon comes back to reality the first thing he sees is her taunting him, rubbing under her eyes with a crying pouty face…
KICK TO THE GUT!
Pyre doubles over Simon with that one, then drags him by his wet, greasy hair towards the apron, slamming his head off of it to the crowd’s delight before rolling him back into the ring.
But before Pyre rolls in herself she shoots a look back towards Tag and Ether, who are watching on with the rest of the crowd. Tag nods at Pyre, and Ether who’s now guzzling down a bottle of Surge raises her bottle to the champ as if to give cheers.
Pyre slides back into the ring and Jet Set Radio turn their attention back to the entrance stage as Simon scrambles to his knees.
In a twist of fate, Pyre now towers over Simon, who pathetically begs Pyre to stop from his knees. She looks to the crowd, laughs and shakes her head as she steps towards her husband—
POKE TO THE EYES!
THAT LITTLE DISTRACTION WAS ALL THAT SIMON NEEDED TO REGAIN THE UPPER HAND!
Simon, now back to his feet, stalks the blinded Pyre from behind, and rushes her—
SPINNING BACKFIST CONNECTS!!
THE GAMBIT PAYS OFF!!
Pyre drops to the canvas and Simon hooks a leg—
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PYRE BLINDLY KICKS OUT!!
Simon aggressively begins dropping knees onto Pyre now, over and over again until he switches it up to straight up stomping on her. Then he grabs her knee and twists it around, loosening up the joint before repeatedly slamming it into the mat!
The crowd again showers him in boos and he stops to look around.
“Pardon me, is this the dance you all came for?” he obnoxiously asks to the crowd. He then picks up Pyre like a ragdoll, arm behind her back, other arm holding her hand in a ballroom dancing pose, and proceeds to jauntily waltz around the ring with her limp body.
“FUCK YOU SIMON!”
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP CLAP CLAP!
The crowd’s chant enrages the Masterful King, who stops dancing and locks in a tight headlock around Pyre again. He charges towards the corner—
BULLDOG INTO THE TURBUCKLE!!
TORRE ATTACK!!
Simon sits next to his downed wife, throwing his arms up to the jeering crowd.
“What, you wanted the fox trot instead!?” he quips.
Simon drags Pyre’s body to the middle of the ring and lifts a leg up—
“Well, the king does what he pleases!” Simon shouts, before stepping over Pyre’s leg and dropping down as he twists it into a—
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!!
THE QUEEN’S IN CHECKMATE!!
This jolts Pyre awake however, as the champ isn’t going down without a fight!
PYRE REACHES OUT TOWARDS THE ROPES…
SHE DRAGS HERSELF CLOSER…
BUT SIMON REARS BACK AND PUTS MORE PRESSURE ON HER KNEE!!
Pyre is in a bad way, her face depicting pure agony at the hands of her very own husband! The ref drops down next to her and asks if she gives up—
“NO!” she shouts, shaking her head!
But Simon isn’t taking it easy on his lover. This is his shot at the gold, and he’ll be damned if anything comes between him and his prized possession…
PYRE ROCKS TO THE LEFT—
SIMON SHAKES HIS HEAD NO!!
PYRE ROCKS TO THE RIGHT—
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BUT SIMON BRIDGES INTO A FIGURE EIGHT BEFORE PYRE CAN REVERSE THE SUBMISSION!!
Pyre has no choice but to try to reach the ropes now! She shrieks as she pulls herself and Simon half a foot closer—
SHE’S ALMOST THERE!!
But Pyre’s face is telling that she may not have the strength left to make it there! She’s fading…
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AND SHRIEKS LIKE A BANSHEE AS SHE USES EVERY BIT OF STRENGTH SHE HAS LEFT TO GRASP THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
ROPE BREAK!
The ref separates Simon off his wife and Simon takes offense to this, getting up in the ref’s face for putting his hands on them. Simon pushes the ref—
AND THE REF ANGRILY PUSHES SIMON BACK!
HE WON’T BOW TO THE KING—
THE REF HAS THE AUTHORITY TONIGHT!
Simon stumbles backwards into
A SURPRISE ROLLUP BY PYRE!
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SIMON KICKS OUT AT THE LAST MILLISECOND!!
But Pyre’s limping around and there’s not much left in her tank, and Simon is sprinting at her now—
LARIAT—
DUCKED BY PYRE!
Simon bounces chest-first off the ropes and stumbles backwards into Pyre’s chest and she locks his arms up behind him—
TIGER SUPLEX!!
BRIDGED INTO A PIN—
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NO!! PYRE’S LEG GAVE OUT BEFORE THE THREE COUNT!!
Pyre grasps her bad knee as Simon cackles, standing above her now and relieved by that stroke of luck. He lifts her up by her hair and stuffs her head in a familiar place between his legs…
SIMON HOOKS ONE ARM—
HE’S THINKING PEDIGREE HERE—
HE LIFTS THE OTHER ARM—
BUT PYRE MANAGES TO SPIN OUT ON HER GOOD KNEE AROUND AND BEHIND SIMON!
Simon turns about face right into a—
BAPTISM BY FIRE!!
BOTH COMPETITORS CRUMPLE TO THE MAT AFTER THAT MASSIVE SUPERKICK!!
Pyre got everything with that kick, and Simon may be out cold, but Pyre’s knee is really jakked up…
ONE!
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There’s no movement from Simon as Pyre struggles to get to the ropes!
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Pyre shrieks as she pulls herself to her feet, and Simon is up on his own two feet as well—
BOTH COMPETITORS ARE UP!
Pyre braces herself against the ropes as Simon charges at her—
BOOT TO SIMON’S MIDSECTION!
FIRE IN THE BELLY!!
THE X-FACTOR PLANTS THAT BASTARD RIGHT ON HIS FACE!!
Pyre limps over to the corner and lifts herself up onto the second turnbuckle. As Simon gets up to his feet she shakes her head at him and flips him the ol’ dirty bird before leaping at him while he turns—
DANCING FLAMES!!!
SHE ECLIPSED HER HUSBAND!!!
All Pyre can do is throw an arm over Simon’s chest as the ref counts—
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PYRE RETAINS!!!
She’s a killer queen! The Fire Bitch just bit Simon’s head off after she finished up with him!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND STILL OSW CHAMPION: PYRE [/edgtf_highlight]
After that gruelling OSW World Championship match, Simon and Pyre are back to their feet, embracing in the middle of the ring as husband and wife.
To them, whoever won is irrelevant.
As they celebrate, Ether and Tag slide into the ring, spares at a wedding. Simon grabs himself a microphone.
“Tonight, The Blackharts showed the world why we’re the best combination in Old School Wrestling history; a dominating pair of brilliant and worthy contenders for that beautiful title.”
He points at the gold on Pamela’s shoulder.
“But unfortunately, my shoulder remains unadorned, doesn’t it?” He says with a wry smile. “However, not for long. You two stole our Tag Team Championships from us and right here, tonight, I’d like them back.”
“Bad, bad motherfucker ’til the day I die.”
Lights around The Slaughterhouse flash black and white as the screen becomes grayscale.
“When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad motherfucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can’t see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free”
As ‘Bad Mother Fucker’ by Machine Gun Kelly picks up, out struts Zero with a smirk on his face. As the music dies down, he pulls out a microphone.
“You mother fuckers never cease to amaze me,” he says to cheers from the crowd.
“What do you want, bitch?” Pyre replies angrily, now with a microphone of her own.
Zero smiles.
“Did you really think we were finished, you cunt?” Zero likewise replies to her rolling eyes. “We’re not finished until I fuckin’ end you. But you know, as much as I can’t wait to beat you for that title your dick-less husband couldn’t take, I’m not here for you yet.”
He clicks his fingers and the tron rolls footage.
The footage is from a CCTV and shows Simon inside the Jet Set Radio warehouse, beating the holy shit out of Wiz. Ether and Tag look on in shock as they watch Simon string Wiz up and hang him right there in front of them.
“How the hell did you get this!?” Simon demands to know, looking utterly flabbergasted.
“Ether asked me for a favour and I guess I just couldn’t say no,” he says with a wink.
Ether and Tag look distraught.
Understandably so when you think about it.
Simon murdered Wiz.
He did it in cold blood. He got his own hands dirty.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Ether roars at The Mastermind.
“Whoa, whoa whoa,” a voice suddenly interrupts. It belongs to Luke Storm, who struts out onto the stage alongside a surprised Zero. “I hate to be the party pooper, but this looked like too much fun.”
“The fuck you want?” Zero questions angrily.
Storm puts a finger up to silence him.
“The minute you started rolling that footage, I just knew what we were gonna see. I had to think about it, you know?” He says with a shrug. “But in the end, I’m a law-abiding citizen and I just had to do the right thing. I found these guys backstage and you know…”
Luke waves back towards the entrance and out walk numerous police officers, heading down towards The Blackharts. Simon doesn’t know what to do with himself – he’s looking around like a cornered dog.
“You son of a bitch!” Zero yells at him. “You stupid fucking cunt.”
“Oh, you thought I was done with either of you?” Storm remarks with a smile. “Don’t be fucking stupid. At Red Snow, Bad Mother Fuckers are gonna finish this once and for all and if you think for once second I’m gonna let this mother fucker get involved, you got another thing coming. Enjoy prison, Simon; I hear you can have a great time with dropping the soap; right Py?”
The police quickly grab Simon and place him in handcuffs, dragging him away as everyone else looks on in frustration.
Cut.
The Glass Tower.
In the middle of space, in the great beyond, we arrive to the watching eyes of something or someone we’ve not yet seen. That being is watching hundreds of monitors, engaged entirely in the acts seen upon them.
His aide stands beside him.
All we can see are the monitors, one showing Sigil as he talks to The Butcher.
Another shows Whisper attacking Vigour.
“Everything flows in the right direction,” the woman says confidently – happily, it seems. “I have no qualms with what I’m seeing, sire.”
In that moment, Sigil portals The Butcher away and The Generation Kid is there to save Vigour.
The woman, who we can’t see, clears her throat.
“These pesky mortals have not an ounce of retreat, surrender or defeat in them, sire,” she confirms with annoyance. “But rest assured, you’ll be pleased to know that whilst there are still variables in play, the end is nigh.”
Suddenly, the sound of a large bang startles us, shaking the monitors and the whole glass tower.
“The end is nigh, you have my word,” she reaffirms. “Everything will conclude at Red Snow.”
Cut.