[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “STANDOFF” [/edgtf_highlight]
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Last week, continued.
Gasp.
We’re back in the Doom Factory, looking through the eyes of Drewitt who gasps awake in the laboratory chair. He immediately swivels around, our view changing to see the Wild West Standoff before him.
He pulls his pistol, hastily.
“You fuckin’ piece of shit!” He roars, turning everyone’s attention towards him.
BANG!
He fires towards O’Toole.
BANG!
O’Toole fires towards Doom.
BANG!
Drexl fires towards Drewitt.
BANG!
The lasers fire towards both Drexl and Teddy O’Toole.
When the dust settles, Drexl and Teddy O’Toole have ran off in different directions, neither of them hit.
Stubbins Doom deployed his shield, stopping the bullets in their track.
And Drewitt stands, looking down at COLT – who appears to have taken a bullet from Drexl. He lays panting heavily, blood leaking from a wound in his hind quarters.
He immediately bends down, scooping his companion up.
“I can help,” Doom says from behind his shield.
“Fuck off,” he growls. “You’ve done enough.”
The Explorer exits the Doom Factory, leaving Stubbins to smirk from behind his protection.
Everyone left with their lives, barely.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “NARRATIVE” [/edgtf_highlight]
The sounds of ‘Girls on Film’ by Duran Duran blares, announcing the arrival of Colt Ramsey. It fades out as we find Ramsey in the ring, microphone in hand and ready to address the masses in attendance.
“People of Arcadia. You deserve the truth. The people want to know who Kaiju Chiba truly is, and you’ve got to give the people what they want.”
Colt reaches into a bag that he had brought with him, holding up his broken camera. The lens is shattered and pieces fall off it even as he holds it up.
“The hero of the people? I think not. Is this the actions of a hero?”
He tosses the camera down, clenching his fist as he drives his point home.
“No. I have followed him. I have watched him. I wanted to tell his story, the Hero of the People. The hero that Arcadia needs in these dark times, as crime waves wash over the land. You people cannot walk the streets safely, and you deserved such a hero.”
He leans over the ring ropes, staring down at the crowd gathered with emotion in his eyes.
“But Kaiju Chiba is not that hero. Tonight, I expose him for who he truly is. Inside this ring, you will see… You control the narrative now, people of Arcadia. You decide whether he is hero or foe.”
No sooner had he finished talking than the guitar line of ‘The Hero’ by One Punch Man explodes out of the speakers. Kaiju Chiba makes his ascent to the ring, eyeballing Colt Ramsey the entire time.
He steps over the ring ropes and comes face to face with Ramsey. Chiba does not retort, he does not speak. He simply towers over Colt and glares into the Journo’s eyes. A stalemate has been reached, and it is only going to be broken with action.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] STANDARD MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] KAIJU CHIBA VS. COLT RAMSEY [/edgtf_highlight]
The Journalist and the Folk Hero! Can Colt finally get his scoop?
Colt is ready to fight and he’s the first to go on the offensive as he rushes into Kaiju with a leaping forearm! Kaiju no-sells it completely before retaliating with a massive clubbing blow overhead! Ramsey gets dropped to a knee and Kaiju grabs him by the shirt to lift him up high into the air! He throws Colt into the nearest turnbuckle with devastating strength! The Jorno lands with a thud and wobbles to his feet as Kaiju rushes him!
CHIBA SPLASH! MASSIVE FUCKING BODY SPLASH SANDWHICHES COLT IN THE CORNER!
One could swear they see the turnbuckle bend under his size before he grabs Colt once again and throws him out of the corner across the God Damn ring! Ramsey is looking to be in dire straights as he tries to get to his feet as Kaiju barrels towards him again!
AND HE EATS A DROPKICK TO THE KNEE FOR HIS TROUBLES! THE WHOLE RING SHAKES AS KAIJU HITS THE MAT!
The Big Save could use saving as he tries to get back up but Colt is on him like white on rice! The Journalist fires out boot after boot to Kaiju’s head, back, and finally his chest as he gets to a knee! But Colt isn’t letting up as he fires away a flurry of kicks to Chiba’s chest!
SAY CHEESE! COLT DOESN’T HAVE THE CAMERA BUT HE HITS A MASSIVE DDT TO THE KNEELING KAIJU!
Colt pushes with all of his might to roll Kaiju over for the pin!
ONE- NO!
KAIJU THROWS COLT OFF OF HIM LIKE HE WEIGHS NOTHING!
Ramsey lands on his feet and tries to go back on the offensive as Chiba fights to his feet but The Big Save is eating those kicks and clubbing blows like they’re nothing before catching a wild kick and staring Colt down with fire in his eyes! He smashes an elbow into Colt’s face before lifting him up and slamming him with a one handed spine buster! But he holds onto the leg!
AND BEGINS TO SPIN!
KAIJU CHIBA HAS COLT RAMSEY IN ARCADIA’S LARGEST SWING! ROUND AND ROUND HE GOES BEFORE LETTING RAMSEY GO AND WATCHING HIM GET FLUNG HALFWAY OUT OF THE RING!
Ramsey catches the ropes and hangs on for dear life as Chiba approaches him and grabs his foot to drag him back inside! He grabs Ramsey by the throat and hauls him up again ready to end him when Colt strikes him in the throat with a quick jab! Kaiju lets go and begins to gasp as he stumbles back! Ramsey hits the ropes and flies into Chiba with a dropkick that stumbles him more! One more dropkick!
NO!
CHIBA POPS HIM UP INTO THE AIR AND ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! COLT IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE AS HE RAINS DOWN FIST AFTER FIST TO CHIBA’S SKULL!
HE SLIPS OUT AND LANDS BEHIND KAIJU! KICK TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE BRINGS CHIBA DOWN TO HIS LEVEL! FIT TO PRINT! FULL NELSON FACEBUSTER!
COLT COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Colt was outmatched in strength, but even a monster like Chiba won’t stop him from getting his story.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] WINNER: COLT RAMSEY [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “HEROES, VILLAINS, DOCTORS?” [/edgtf_highlight]
Deep within the slums, moving from a makeshift shack we’ve seen plenty of times before is Destructo Boy and The Burned Man, both men making their way out of the slums.
“So, what do we do now? Thanks for saving me… but should we try and do anything about them? I know you don’t believe in the heroics like I do, but…”
“No, I think this time you’re right. In Arcadia if someone doesn’t leave you alone, sometimes you have to strike back hard enough to give them a reason.”
The Arcadian Mummy tightens the bandages around his fists, sharing a nod with Destructo Boy who looks almost ecstatic at the idea of striking back when two sets of footsteps approach them, appearing on either side!
O’Death.
Skulltography.
Both teams flank in either direction, a triangle formed with one duo on either tip. Kpavio stares down El Mariachi Muerte, Burned Man glares a hole through Dr. Death. Destructo Boy turns to face Gemini… and Gemini? Well, she simply waves back with a smile. “Hi bomber boy!”
“It’s Destructo Boy.” The young hero is perhaps a bit too blunt in his response, but it’s clear he’s as tired of the games as The Burned Man is!
“So, it appears we’re at an impasse.” Dr. Death speaks as calmly as ever, leaning on his cane as he does so.
“In what way?” Kpavio fires back the question with disdain, fists up and already ready to brawl.
“Well, clearly we all want something here. My compatriot and I want the titles, you want to cure the boy-“
“He’s not drugged. But I suppose lies and manipulation is all you know.” The Burned Man cuts him off, but Dr. Death simply clears his throat.
“And you, my near-dead friend, simply want us to leave you alone. So we’ll make a deal, right?”
“One I’m sure you’ll be happy with,” Muerte chimes in, glancing to Death with a smirk.
“A match,” he says, tone still calm and collected. “Winner gets the titles, of course. And, afterwards, we all agree to leave one another alone… for now. Air out the wound, as it were.”
Burned Man glances to Kpavio, both still clearly on bad terms with one another before a single solitary nod is shared.
“Agreed,” both men speak in near unison before The Burned Man clears his throat.
“Now get the hell out of the Slums.” The Sole Survivor’s words land in silence, both Skulltography and O’Death slowly backing away before turning to leave.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#000000″ color=”#ffffff”] gone [/edgtf_highlight]
In the blood soaked cell of Harvey Escher, the Diorama Killer is no-where to be seen. As The Cleaner wheels his cart of goodies inside, he comes to a sudden and abrupt halt as blood squishes beneath the tyres.
“What the?” He mutters, searching the room.
Just then, in skulks Gustav Morgue – a twinkle in his eye that soon disappears.
“Where’s the body?” He demands to know. “Where’s the fuckin’ body, you mook!”
The Cleaner looks taken back by the remarks.
“It’s gone,” he replies. “But I know you, don’t I? You’re The Taxidermist. You’re the one who was found preserving all those bodies your mafia crew killed.”
He chuckles.
“It wasn’t just them who killed,” he says with a smirk. “I put a lot of those bodies in my collection. Now, tell me, where the fuck is this one?”
“Has it been that long since you’ve worked?” The Cleaner asks with a shrug. “Well, I’m sorry to say that I can’t help you. Aster Gray should’ve been here and isn’t. How do I know you haven’t already taken the body?”
Gustav gets right up in his face, pushing him backwards against the wall.
“If you don’t get me that body; then you owe me one, capeesh?” He demands angrily.
The Cleaner pushes him backward.
“How about next week, you meet me in the ring and see if you can’t make yourself another body for stuffing,” he says with a growl.
“You’re on, dickhead,” Morgue replies, exiting the room carefully.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] STANDARD MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] AARMIN FIDEL vs. MANNFRED CURZE [/edgtf_highlight]
For weeks Aarman has been toying with the Bleak and therefore messing with Mannfred Curze, tonight they go toe to toe, who will come out on top?
The bell sounds and the Duke of Desire is on top of Curze shooting him into the ropes and as The Horror rebounds…
ARROW OF— DDT!
THE SICKENING SPEAR WAS COUNTERED INTO A BRUTAL DDT!
Curze used Fidel’s momentum to spike him headfirst on the mat with a thunderous bang before floating over into the pin—
One…
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Two…
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Is it over this quickly?
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Thr – No! Fidel gets a shoulder up before the three!
Curze peels Aarman off the canvas, but the Duke of Desire snaps up under the Horror, quickly and efficiently hitting the SPINNING SPINEBUSTER HARD ON THE CANVAS! LAY THEE DOWN!
Not wasting any time, Aarman rushes toward the corner and jumps—
SECOND ROPE—
TOP ROPE—
ELBOW DROP! WINGS OF EROS!
…TO NOTHING BUT EMPTY CANVAS!
Chaos Incarnate made sure the pool was empty on that dive by moving at the last possible second!
The Horror reaches over and deadlifts Aarman into a tombstone stretch—
TAKING HIM BEYOND THE GRAVE!
Will the Duke of Desire submit to this unorthodox submission?
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No! Aarman screams in anguish as he forces his left shoulder to dislocate, managing to slip out before popping it back into place with his landing!
That sudden weight shift caused Mannfred to stagger backwards, taking a brutal tumble through the ropes. The Wishmaster, realizing the situation, rushes to the opposite ropes with his left arm draped across his chest, and on the rebound suicide dives through the ropes as Curze gets to his feet—
ARROW OF PERVERSION AND LUST!
The move hits flush, but with only one arm to control the landing Aarman nearly lands directly on his head, and now both men are down. Aarman manages to be the first to his feet, using his one good arm to pull Curze to his feet and roll him into ring.
Fidel then struggles to pull himself into the ring, which allows Curze to kick the bottom rope into his groin, effectively cutting down the libido of The Wishmaster, and Mannfred quickly follows up by packaging Fidel up, and lifting…
PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!
THE DUKE OF DESIRE HAS BEEN BAPTIZED IN FILTH!
The Horror drapes an arm across the body.
One…
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Two…
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Is this enough?
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Does Mannfred Curze have the victory?
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Three… NO! The Wishmaster’s index finger is hanging on the bottom rope!
Curze quickly snaps Fidel off the canvas and goes to whip him into the corner, but Fidel reverses it, whiplashing Curze off the turnbuckles! Curze clutches his back as he staggers toward the middle of the ring…
SPEAR—
EVADED BY CURZE!
FIDEL JUST RAN LEFT SHOULDER-FIRST INTO THE RING POST!
Looking to capitalize, The Horror yolks up The Wishmaster into a crucifix… then drops him straight down onto his knees—
CRUCIFIX BOMB LUNGBLOWER!!
ONE FINAL WICKED PRAYER!!
Curze goes into the pin…
One…
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Two…
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Is it finally enough?
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Yes!
Three!
The Horror and hero of the Bleak manages to pick up the victory!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] WINNER: MANNFRED CURZE [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “MY NEW TOY” [/edgtf_highlight]
Earlier This Week.
In the Eden Club, Aarman Fidel rubs his hands with glee. In front of him lies a box. What’s in the box?
Well, it’s something that is putting a huge smile on Aarmans face as he opens up the cardboard flaps and takes a look at what is inside. The seal of Deville’s Curiosities is dotted around the outside of the package, so we know this must be the favour Aarman spoke about before.
“This…this is brilliant,” he starts to say, to nobody in particular. One of his security detail stands by the door but doesn’t seem particularly talkative.
“I’m very pleased with what Draco was able to source for me. I have big plans – big, big plans for you. Yes I do. And that starts this week…”
He turns to his security detail.
“I need absolute isolation. I need you on the outside of this door, and not a soul makes their way in here. It won’t just be your job on the line if you fail. Understand?”
The bodyguard moves his head over so slightly towards Aarman, before he nods, curtly. He opens the door, beyond which we hear all manner of noises from the clients enjoying themselves.
“Excellent. Now, where do I even begin with my new toy.”
Aarman sits at his desk, the item in the box still obscured as he begins to unwrap it.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] SKULLTOGRAPHY © vs. DESTRUCTO BOY & THE BURNED MAN vs. O’ DEATH [/edgtf_highlight]
Three of Arcadias top tag teams go head to head for that coveted gold. Will O’Death’s manipulations of the heroes pay off, can the tag team champions retain their gold against the odds or can the Burned Man and Destructo Boy do the impossible and get that giant victory after everything the Kid has endured the last few weeks?
The bell sounds as Kpavio, Dr. Death and TBM start off for their teams. The Burned Man rushes out of his corner with a pair of hard clotheslines that take down both men, the bigger of the three lifting up Kpavio before throwing him head over heels with a surprisingly powerful Belly to Belly before turning his attention to Dr Death.
The usually calm Arcadian Mummy is furious at the sight of the Lucha Doc, rushing forward as he pummels him with hard lefts and rights before throwing him to the ropes and trying for a monstrous lariat on the rebound. Death manages to duck underneath, springboarding off
BACKDRAFT! TBM ELBOWS THAT MOTHER FUCKER RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY!
Dr Death crumbles in a heap on the canvas as the Soul Survivor looks to continue his wrath but then he looks over as the Kid is almost hanging over the ropes, begging for the tag. TBM just shakes his head and obliges, walking over as he tags in Destructo Boy who rushes in like a house on fire, leaping forward as he rolls on the mat before popping up with a hard enziguri to the back of Dr Death’s head.
Death isn’t down but he’s staggered as Destructo Boy lifts him up onto his shoulders, spinning him around but instead of dropping him down to the mat, he throws him backwards into TBM who throws him backwards into a Half Nelson Suplex
ASHES AND OMEGA!
TBM gets back onto the apron as Destructo Boy rushes forward at a slowly rising Kpavio, landing a brutal Impact Breaker that puts him on his knees before rolling back
PICTURE PERFECT SUPERKICK TO THE JAW!
The Kid’s on fire as he climbs up to the top rope, those tag team titles in his grasp as he looks to inflict Justice upon the skull
JUSTICE
………………
INJECTION!
Dr Death out of nowhere nails that brutal cutter, drilling the kid in mid flight as that very well could be all she wrote for the kid. Death doesn’t cover, instead tagging out to El Mariachi as the two pummel the struggling to stand kid with heavy kicks to the ribs and head before EMM pulls the kid up, gripping him around the waist before throwing him overhead with a release Belly to Belly. Death catching him in mid-air as he lifts him up high before spiking him into the mat
WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS! BELLY TO BELLY INTO A BRAINBUSTTAA!
That very well could be it there as El Mariachi covers the glassy eyed Destructo Boy
ONE
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TWO
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KPAVIO JUST BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!
The Skull saves the tag titles from being changed there as he pulls up EMM up to his feet, rocking him with a brutal knee to the jaw before he drags him to the ropes and tags in Gemini. The pair lift El Mariachi up, Kpavio drilling him with a hard knee to the gut that stuns Singing Death before the pair back up
BONE DRY! TOTAL ELIMINATION!
El Mariachi goes down but he’s not out as he quickly staggers up to his feet right into the Snapsho! Mariachi doesn’t go down as he’s lifted off her knees by Kpavio who lifts him up before driving him down to the canvas with a brutal Package Piledriver
A FLASH OF VENGEANCE MAY BE ALL THEY NEED as Gemini covers El Mariachi, the referee dropping down for the fall as Kpavio runs o the ropes, clotheslining both Dr Death and TBM off the apron
ONE
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TWO
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THREE…..
DESTRUCTO BOY BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!
The kid can still barely stand, looking like he’s got a concussion from that brutal double team earlier but he’s up on his feet and fighting as Kpavio just shakes his head before rushing forward
BUT DESTRUCTO BOY PULLS DOWN THE ROPES AS KPAVIO GOES FLYING TO THE OUTSIDE!
The Kid turns back to Gemini who rushes forward, trying for a clothesline that the kid manages to duck underneath, delivering a stiff superkick that rocks the Photog before he spins her around, trying for a German Suplex but she manages to land on her feet behind him
TWO SIDES! BRUTAL REVERSE DDT DROPS DESTRUCTO BOY RIGHT BACK DOWN ON HIS INJURED HEAD!
Gemini pulls up the dazed Kid, grabbing him by the hand with one arm, tagging in Kpavio back up on the apron with the other before she leaps up onto the ropes, walking forward before spiking him down to the mat with a Hurricanrana. Kpavio barely letting him hit the mat before he drops down, locking in the Rings of Saturn
DESTRUCTO BOY FEELING SOME ROUGH JUSTICE HERE!
The Kid screams in pain as Kpavio cranks back on the hold, DB trying to hold on but he’s still glassy eyed and in incredible pain, as slowly but surely he looks like he’s about to pass out cold
48
GODDAMN
ROSES!
Double Footstomp right onto Kpavio breaks the hold as the Kid flops back down to the mat, Gemini sliding into the ring as Skulltography tries to attack El Mariachi but Singing Death ducks underneath their attacks
SEATED CUTTER TO KPAVIO!
SPRINGBOARD CUTTER TO GEMINI
MALICIOUS SYMPHONY!
O’Death control the ring here as they turn to the hurting Destructo Boy, crawling to the ropes as they look for the kill. El Mariachi lifts him up to his feet as Frightengale gets up on the apron, throwing the guitar into the ring before Mariachi throws the kid to the nurse as she holds in him a full nelson. Mariachi picks up his beloved guitar, playing a soft melody on it that begins to stir something in Destructo Boy as Mariachi lifts the guitar high.
The Kid delivers a hard elbow to the gut of Frightengale, slipping out of her clutches
AS EL MARIACHI ACCIDENTALLY BREAKS THE GUITAR OVER HER SKULL!
O’Death looked shocked, the Doctor is pissed at what El Mariachi did while Singing Death proclaims his innocence, the brief argument giving Destructo Boy time to leap up onto the ropes
DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE TAKING OUT O’DEATH!
The Kid’s breathing hard but he summons the strength, rushing forward as he leaps, finally tagging in the Burned Man!
TBM rushes in like a house on fire, nearly decapitating a rising Kpavio with a brutal Big Boot before spinning him around
HALF NELSON SUPLEX!
Dr Death slowly stumbles to his feet as he gets a Half Nelson of his own. El Mariachi trying for a clothesline that’s ducked under
A THIRD HALF NELSON SUPLEX!
ASHES TO SUPLEX CITY BITCH!
TBM is fired up as he turns around, catching a Superkick from Gemini before spinning her around as she accidentally kicks Kpavio in the face. Gemini looks shocked, turning around into a brutal headbutt from TBM that puts her down as he lifts Kpavio up to his feet
THE THIRD DEGREE! Shades of last week as The Burned Man delivers that brutal Pumphandle Death Valley Driver once more, not covering Kpavio but turning to his corner as he motions for the Kid to go up top. Destructo Boy does as TBM tags him in, the Kid sizing up Kpavio for a moment before he leaps off
JUSTICE GRENADE!
630 SENTON!
That very well could be it as the Kid rolls through up onto his feet
RIGHT INTO A CANE SHOT!
Dr Death nearly breaks the cane over the Kid’s skull, knocking him out cold before delivering a hard kick to the jaw that knocks TBM off the apron and dropping down upon Kpavio for the stolen pinfall.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
O’ Death steal the victory and the tag team titles here tonight but you have to believe payback will be a bitch from the two cheated tag teams in the future.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] WINNERS AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: O’ DEATH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “RECEIPT” [/edgtf_highlight]
Backstage.
A bit of noise can be heard, various items being thrown and slammed around as we see a pair of big, burly men enter into view…and stepping in between them, the Devil himself.
Blacktooth.
And he is mad, a snarl on his face and Miss Liz slung over his shoulder as he starts yelling down the hallway.
“Narcissa! I know you’re here, and I know you want my attention…well you sure as shit got it.”
More crashing as the Blood Runners start rummaging through anything that looks like a hiding spot. Blacktooth keeps a razor focus as he continues to look around before yelling again.
“You trash my Compound and think you’re gonna get away with it? Not on my watch, bitch. I got a bone to pick with you, a receipt for your transgressions, and it seems the best place to do it is in that ring…where I can send a message to anyone else lookin’ to stick their nose in my business.”
This final statement seems to get the reaction he wants, subtly at first as he hears some footsteps from behind. Blacktooth and his crew turn around, a wicked smile on the face of the Devil as he lifts Miss Liz off his shoulder, pointing the chain at the Designer.
“There ya are, dear,” Blacktooth says with a chuckle. “Come to get that ass whoopin’ you deserve, have ya?”
Narcissa does not return the gesture in kind, just staring him down before finally responding.
“I just want what belongs to me, Blacktooth…give me back my blueprint, and I’ll leave you and your boys alone for good.”
Blacktooth looks to his men, almost perplexed by the bravery shown by the Designer as he shakes his head.
“Oh no dear, ‘fraid that’s not gonna happen. See, I already delivered your precious drawing to the one who paid me. That job is done…but what I can give ya is a beating. And then, I take what belongs to me.”
That last sentence is accentuated by Blacktooth pointing Miss Liz directly at the Double Feature Championship peeking out from underneath Narcissa’s coat. Something about this sets the Designer off, as Narcissa rushes at the Devil, who steps back as the Blood Runners look to intervene…but the Designer is prepared, dropping one of them with a chop block to the leg and forcing the other to fall on top of him with a DDT! This leaves only Blacktooth standing, as the Devil grabs the Designer by her hair before pulling her toward the entrance way!
“Alright then, bitch…you wanna fight? Let’s get this over with.”
And just like that, the pair disappear into the entrance way, leaving us with the Blood Runners barely stirring before we cut to ringside!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] NARCISSA BALENCIAGA © vs. BLACKTOOTH [/edgtf_highlight]
The fight is on between a Designer in search of her blueprint, and an angry Devil looking to get a pound of flesh…and the Double Feature Championship…as Narcissa Balenciaga takes on Blacktooth!
Blacktooth continues pulling Narcissa by her hair toward the ring, looking to make this a quick and easy fight…but the Designer finally manages to break free, sending the Devil into the ring post!
Blacktooth take a shoulder full of steel before hitting the floor, giving Narcissa a chance to slide into the ring as the Devil starts getting back to his feet…only to take a baseball slide to the face by the Designer!
No! Blacktooth catches her feet, pulling Narcissa clean out and sending her back-first onto the floor outside before mounting up for some hard punches to the face!
Left after right after solid left hook get rained down upon the Designer, before Blacktooth decides he’s done enough damage and pulls her up to her feet, sending her into the ring before following close behind.
This is quickly followed up by a series of boots to the midsection of the champ, who slowly but surely starts to build to a vertical base until she can dodge another kick by the Devil.
Blacktooth just smirks at the sight of Narcissa crawling toward the corner, intercepting her just as she manages to get back up…and he slams her face right into the top turnbuckle!
And he does it again! That toothy grin returns to his face as he determines that the third time’s a charm…but not according to the champ, who slips out just in the nick of time.
Narcissa takes a couple steps back and, just as Blacktooth turns around, the Devil is met with a running tornado DDT that plants him headfirst onto the canvas!
Narcissa goes for the cover!
ONE!
NO!
Blacktooth kicks out, and with authority as he shoves the champion off him!
Blacktooth is up and at it, blindsiding the Designer with some hard lefts and rights to send the champ reeling toward the corner before rocking Narcissa with a big haymaker to the skull.
Looking to really ramp up the violence, the Devil pulls Narcissa from the corner looking to whip her into the one across the ring…but it’s a fake-out as Blacktooth pulls her right back in, nailing the champ in the head with an elbow strike!
No! Narcissa ducks under it, countering with a neckbreaker instead that sends the Devil crashing into the canvas!
The champ is back on her feet once more, and she taunts the Devil as she slowly walks on his back!
CATWALK!
But ol’ Blacktooth isn’t having much of that as he turns over, causing Narcissa to stumble…and that gives Blacktooth just the opening he gets to a standing position…only to leap at the Designer, taking a quick bite out of her arm!
FRESH MEAT!
Blacktooth looks to take a nice chunk out of that right arm…but Narcissa pulls him in, dropping the Devil right back down with an STO and going after his eyes!
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER!
This causes enough pain for Blacktooth to crawl out of the way and to the outside…leaving Narcissa to check on her scarred, bleeding arm after that bite from the Devil.
Blacktooth slowly stands back up, shaking the cobwebs out of his head as he turns to Miss Liz over by the steel steps…and a wicked grin comes back to his face as he walks over to grab the chain.
Narcissa is so focused on grabbing something, anything to stop the bleeding that she doesn’t see the Devil grabbing his weapon of choice from the corner…or running toward her ready to pounce with the hook!
But the hook swings through thin air as Narcissa just narrowly avoids certain disaster!
The champ doesn’t get much of a chance to recuperate, however, as Blacktooth just as quickly manages to wrap the chain around her arm, pulling Narcissa down to the canvas!
He starts shouting obscenities at the Designer as he locks her into a camel clutch position, taking another part of the chain to wrap around her throat!
MUTILIATION!
Blacktooth cinches that chain in tight, trying to take all the air out of the champ as she struggles to break out!
She tries crawling forward only for the Devil to reign her in, pulling back on the chain…but the shift of position creates enough of a gap for Narcissa to headbutt him right in the midsection!
This forces Blacktooth to drop the chain as he steps back, favoring that spot as Narcissa leaps at the Devil…only to get dropped to the canvas with a clothesline!
Blacktooth looks like he’s had about enough of this, kicking Narcissa in the head a couple times for good measure and taunting her all the while before hitting the ropes…building up momentum before he delivers a nasty leaping curbstomp on the champion!
DIRT NAP!
Narcissa is down and out as Blacktooth goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Blacktooth gets a bit of revenge for Narcissa’s trespassing in his Compound, picking up not only a win but the Double Feature Championship here tonight!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] WINNER AND NEW DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: BLACKTOOTH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “A MESSAGE TO YOU” [/edgtf_highlight]
Yesterday.
Mannfred Curze, still with no leads as to the identity of the Vixen, paces a room deep within The Bleak. His thoughts and theories swirl around in his head, but his reverie is interrupted by the sound of a tap on his door. He opens it, and finds nobody there, but a small brown box sits on the step in front of the door. He takes in the box and unwraps it carefully. It’s a tape.
Curze is confused, but places the tape into an old, dusty player sitting on a shelf, and depresses the play button.
“Hello, Mannfred,” a voice says. The voice coming from the speakers is jarring, not least because in an effort to disguise their voice, they have altered it beyond all recognition.
“This is a message to you. I know you’ve been struggling, dear, since you were told about the poor, poor people of The Bleak going missing. Well let me tell you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. You can trust me. They call me The Vixen, because I know how to use my talents to get exactly what I want. And what I want, Mannfred, is for you to stop looking for me. I want you to turn a blind eye if a couple of your least desirables go missing. I’ve taken the liberty of setting up a match for you at Dead Or Alive to test your mettle, but don’t go blaming your opponent Aarman, for any of this. He’s just a pawn in this game of chess.”
Mannfred Curze has been standing in a dejected silence this whole time, his face getting darker and darker with rage.
Who is The Vixen? What does she want?
All he knows is that he no longer wants to find her. He needs to find her.
But first, he has a match to prepare for.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] VHS CHAMPIONSHIP [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] FELIX FOLEY © vs. DAMIEN WOLFE [/edgtf_highlight]
Months of distrust, betrayals, attacks and a mysterious red light to seems to follow in their shadows have left both Foley and Wolfe angry and out for blood. Will the Conservator prove once and for all that the puppeteer is anything but friendly or will Felix finally have revenge for his broken friends?
The camera fades in on the pair simply staring at one another, both blaming the other on the red light. Felix looks around him at the parade of broken officers, briefly breaking eye contact with Wolfe as Damien takes advantage.
RUSHING FORWARD WITH A BRUTAL SPEAR THAT DRIVES FOLEY INTO THE NEARBY CONCRETE WALL!
Foley’s back cracks into the concrete, Wolfe drilling into his midsection with brutal shoulders over and over again as he brings Felix down to his knees before backing up and rushing forward
STATUTORY DAMAGE! RUNNING KNEE THAT DRIVES FELIX’S SKULL RIGHT INTO THE UNFORGIVING CONCRETE!
The puppeteer looks dazed and confused as he’s lifted up on his feet, drilled with several knees by Damien before he’s dragged down the hallway and thrown through a nearby door. Felix rolls through, coming to a unceremonious thump on the concrete as he slowly pulls himself up by a large, plate glass window He turns around
JUST DODGING ANOTHER SPEAR AS DAMIEN NEARLY PLOWS RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW!
Wolfe stops himself just in time turning around into a brutal headbutt from Felix before he’s lifted up onto the Puppeteers chest
THE FALL GUY
THROUGH THE PLATE GLASS WINDOW!
Glass shatters everywhere and stuck everywhere inside the conservator as he screams out in pain, crawling on his hands and knees trying to get away from the furious Felix. He stumbles back onto his feet, seeing the door to the arena so close. He takes a deep breath before turning back
RIGHT INTO AN ONRUSHING BOOT MADE FOR BOOTING AS FELIX KICKS HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE ENTRANCE DOORS!
Wolfe crashes through the doors, rolling down the light entrance way as Felix is right on his tail. The puppeteer easily catching up as he tries to lift Wolfe up to his feet again
LOW BLOW!
A desperation move from the Conservator as he gets to his feet, rushing up the stairs as he tries to get into the ring but he’s stopped halfway up by Foley who powers through the pain as he tackles Wolfe on the hard concrete floor. Foley delivers hard lefts and rights, opening up the cuts on Wolfe’s face even more but Wolfe manages to nail a poke to the eye before hoofing Foley in the dick once more to get the puppeteer off him.
Wolfe gets to his feet, wiping the blood away from his eyes before he delivers a running punt to the ribs of Foley, fury in his eyes as he lifts the hurting puppeteer up
AND SENDS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE CONCRETE WITH THE FACIEM COUSHER! BRUTAL ROCKER DROPPER INTO THE HARD FLOOR!
Foley is dazed and confused but Damien isn’t done, lifting him up to his feet as he drills him with hard lefts and rights before underhooking the puppeteer and rocking him with knee after knee to the unprotected skull. A final leaping knee rocks Felix before he’s placed beneath Damien’s legs, Wolfe looking for the end here
But Felix slips out, tripping Wolfe onto his back as he slightly drags him backwards
BEFORE SLINGSHOTTING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE NEARBY SPEAKERS!
Damien is nearly out on his feet as he stumbles into a kick to the gut and a double underhook
CUT THE…
BRACHIUM BREAKER! SINGLE ARM DDT COUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE!
Now it’s Felix who is dazed on the ground as Wolfe grabs a nearby cable, wrapping it around Felix’s throat
LOCKING IN A MODIFIED CAPTI CHOKE!
Felix is tapping over and over but the pair haven’t even gotten in the ring yet so it doesn’t count for anything but damage done as the Puppeteer slowly but surely passes out from the modified choke hold. Wolfe cranking back for a few seconds more before finally letting go. He smirks triumphantly before dragging Felix’s prone body over to the ring and hoisting him inside, sliding in with a confident smirk as the referee calls for the bell finally.
Wolfe simply flips the downed Felix onto his back, casually covering as the referee drops down,
ONE
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DO WE HAVE A NEW VHS CHAMPION?
KICKOUT! FELIX JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Wolfe is furious as he drops down, pummeling the prone Felix with hard lefts and rights before picking him up to his feet, rocking him with a brutal knee before kicking him in the gut and setting him up for the powerbomb once more. Wolfe crosses Felix’s arms behind his legs before lifting him up by the arms.
CUT THE STRINGS! FOLEY COUNTERS INTO THE DOUBLE ARM DDT IN MID-AIR AS BOTH MEN CRASH TO THE CANVAS!
Wolfe is out cold as Foley just manages to flop an arm over him for the cover
ONE
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THREE!!!
Felix Foley once again defeats Damien Wolfe with a split second counter out of defeat but we still don’t know which of these men controls the red light…if either of them do.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] WINNER AND STILL VHS CHAMPION: FELIX FOLEY [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “BREACH THE PEACE” [/edgtf_highlight]
With their match over, Felix Foley gets back to his feet, looking utterly exhausted after that war. He’s retained his title, but at what cost?
It’s then that the cost is realized.
Because, at that moment, the APD walk around the corner in force, their guns drawn.
“Put your fuckin’ hands up,” the Captain yells.
Foley immediately agrees, surrendering instantly.
“Yeah,” Damien says, stammering and pained. “Arrest him! Arrest him!”
The Captain points a gun down at the Conservator.
“And you,” he sneers. “Put your fuckin’ hands up.”
Wolfe looks utterly perplexed.
“BB-But why?” He questions, hands raised from a kneeling position. “I brought you here to arrest him, not me. Do you know who I am? I’m one of Zeus’ trusted employees.”
“Ain’t we all? But you’re the one that brought my unit here and between you, you left us in a fuckin’ heap. Someone is gonna pay for that, so you’re both under arrest for BREACH OF THE PEACE until we fight out who. Boys,” he points towards them both. “Take them into custody.”
The officers immediately place both Felix Foley and Damien Wolfe in cuffs, dragging the latter to his feet. Damien looks at Felix, who looks back at him.
They grimace.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] STANDARD MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] GRIMSKULL vs. VISION [/edgtf_highlight]
Zealot to Zealot. Which of these men’s faith will prove stronger here tonight?
As the match begins Vision closes in quickly on Grimskull and locks up with him! The Awoken One wastes no time in landing a hard forearm to the jaw before firing back an elbow to the face! Forearm, elbow, forearm, elbow, forearm, elbow! The Preacher is dazed and Vision pulls him in for an STO! He rises back to his feet and lifts Grimskull up and whips him into the turnbuckles!
LEAPING DROPKICK TO THE CORNER! GRIMSKULL BOUNCES OUT AND LANDS FLUSH AGAINST THE GROUND!
Vision scales the turnbuckle and points to his third eye with a smirk!
SHOT IN THE DARK! FROG SPLASH!
AND HE CATCHES A FOOT TO THE THROAT!
Grimskull took all of that pain and he only seems invigorated as he rises to his feet. He watches Vision hack and cough on the ground, letting him get to a knee before flying forward with a sliding clothesline that keeps him grounded! The Teacher lets Vision rises again before dropping him with a harsh knee to the side of the skull! Vision seems out of it but he’s trying to stand again as Grimskull stalks him from behind! He’s trying to get the drop on him!
LESSON! SUPERKICK- NO!
VISION’S SONAR LETS HIM KNOW EXACTLY WHERE GRIMSKULL IS AND HE DUCKS IT!
A nasty leg sweep takes Grimskull down but he’s back up just as quickly and rushes Vision!
WHO DROPS AND LETS GRIMSKULL TUMBLE OVER THE ROPES ONTO THE APRON!
HE GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND! STANDING DRAGON SLEEPER OVER THE ROPE FOR LEVERAGE!
The Awoken One wraps his legs around Grimskull’s waist and hangs back in a neck breaking submission! Any normal man would be begging for death or dead but Grimskull refuses to give an inch! Vision’s wrenching! Wrenching!
POP
POP!?
GRIMSKULL’S HEAD JUST CAME OFF! VISION HITS THE MAT AND GRIMSKULL LANDS OUTSIDE! HE REACHES INTO THE RING AND GRABS HIS HEAD BEFORE PLACING IT BACK ON HIS BODY!
The Preacher grabs at his opponent, dragging him out of the ring and nailing a hard headbutt to the face! Vision stumbles back and puts up his fists defensively as he’s able to begin ducking, blocking, and dodging all of Grimskull’s blows! His awareness and sonar are keeping him one step ahead and Grimskull just can’t seem to catch him with anything worth while! He goes for a kick to the gut that Vision catches!
AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A BELL CLAP TO BOTH EARS! VISION’S INNER-EYE HAS BEEN THROWN OUT OF WHACK!
The Third Eye looks around in pure confusion unable to make heads or tails of where he is when Grimskull fires out a massive haymaker to the jaw that rocks him! He follows up with a plethora of body blows that forces Vision back before backing away towards the speakers! He calls out to a still confused Vision who rushes him quite literally blindly!
DEATH TO THE HELLIONS! DROP TOE HOLD RIGHT INTO THE FUCKING SPEAKERS! VISION JUST GOT ROCKED!
But Grimskull isn’t done! He backs away as Vision is still leaning against those speakers! He runs forwards!
AND HITS THE MARTYR! CANNONBALL FLIP INTO THE BACK OF VISION’S HEAD! BY GOD! VISION’S HEAD JUST WENT THROUGH THE FUCKING SPEAKERS!
Sparks fly as Grimskull slowly gets back to his feet, uttering an apology for the violence he’s been made to inflict upon his opponent before scooping Vision up into his arms and carrying him towards the ring! He almost gingerly places Vision down, rolling him away from the ropes and sliding in after him to go for the pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
NO!
BLINDSPOT! DOUBLE THUMBS TO THE EYES OF GRIMSKULL! VISION FORCES HIM OFF AT THE VERY LAST SECOND! HE KEEPS HIS THUMBS LOCKED DEEP INTO GRIMSKULL’S SOCKETS BUT THE MARTYR JUST WON’T TAP!
Grimskull wraps his hands around Vision’s wrists and slowly begins to pry them away with everything he has left in the tank! Vision fires back with a violent barrage of kicks to the ribs in a desperate attempt to keep the hold locked in! But Grimskull’s refusing to give into the deadly submission! He slowly pries Vision’s thumbs away, blood trickling down from his eye sockets!
AND HE FIRES AWAY WITH A HEADBUTT!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
GRIMSKULL IS JUST BLUDGEONING VISION WITH HEADBUTTS! THE AWOKEN ONE COULD VERY WELL BE ASLEEP AS HE GETS BUSTED OPEN AND DROPS TO THE MAT!
The Preacher stumbles back into the nearest turnbuckle and looks at his opponent intently. He knows what he must do and he slowly ascends to the top rope to do it! His hands clap in front of himself in prayer as he looks down at Vision!
AND HE LEAPS!
THE PRAYER!
DIVING HEADBUTT- NO! VISION KIPS UP! THIRD EYE BLINDED! DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER TO A DIVING GRIMSKULL! VISION COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
The battle is over and Vision can barely stand! But he’s finally Grimskull down!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] WINNER: VISION [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “YOUR WAY” [/edgtf_highlight]
The match is over and both Grimskull and Vision remain in the ring, exhausted.
After a while, when both are back to their feet, they meet in the middle of the ring. Grimskull stares a hole into Vision and Vision faces back in his general direction.
Vision remains perfectly still, and says nothing. Grimskull grabs a microphone.
“You are a valiant fighter, Vision, but that is something I have never doubted,” he says. “But there is something different. Something calmer about you that the last time we met in the ring.”
Vision still stays motionless, even his face refusing to show his emotion.
“And this angers me. Why are you so calm? Why aren’t you angry at me?”
Still nothing.
“Fine. I will take you up on your offer. Show me your way.”
The crowd is surprised, but still Vision makes no movement as Grimskull explains.
“I want to prove to you once and for all that pain is the only path to freedom – if that means I have to break your system from the inside, then that is what I will do. So show me, oh wise one.”
Vision, statuesque in the ring, does not respond. Grimskull is not happy with this reaction, but drops the microphone and leaves the ring, heading down the stairs towards the ramp. As Grimskull leaves the arena, Vision finally lets the beginnings of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] STANDARD MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] JASPER REDGRAVE vs. JACKSON CADE [/edgtf_highlight]
The bad blood between killer and upholder of law runs deep here. Perseus is determined to put away the Artist the right way but will Jasper allow him to keep his morality in the process or will Cade have to delve down into the darkness to stop a killer?
The bell sounds as both men rush forward, a flurry of lefts and rights as there is no love lost between the two. Cade stumbles Jasper with a hard, slicing elbow to the cheek that staggers him back before he rushes to the ropes, ducking underneath a clothesline attempt and grabbing Jasper from behind
REVERSE MONKEY FLIP, SLAMMING REDGRAVE RIGHT ON HIS FACE!
The Artist slowly stumbles up to his feet as Cade rushes forward
HOSTILE…NO!
Jasper senses the Superkick coming, powdering out of the ring as the fans boo the Artist. Jackson quickly follows him, rushing forward with a clothesline that Jasper easily ducks
DROP TOE HOLD…NO!
Jackson puts his hands forward, just stopping his skull crashing against the steel steps. Cade breaths deep, getting back to his feet
INTO AN STO RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Redgraves delivers Cade a sure concussion there as his skull slams against steel with brute force. Jasper holds on, slamming Cades head down onto the steel over and over again before lifting him up to his feet as he runs forward
THROWING HIM SKULL FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST!
A small cut is opened up on the very groggy Perseus, a wide grin growing on the face of the sadistic Jasper who roughly throws Jackson back into the ring before backing up as he slowly waits for Cade to get to his feet
BRUTAL SUPERKICK RIGHT TO THE DOME! Jackson doesn’t go down though, staggering into the ropes as he bounces off, Jasper spinning around
JACKSON DUCKS UNDERNEATH THE ELBOW!
Cade rushing to the ropes, bouncing off
BREACH AND CLEAR!
Sling Blade sends Jasper to the canvas as he staggers back up to his feet and is clotheslined back down to the floor. Jasper’s stumbling on his feet as Jackson backs up, feeling the fire in his bones as he rushes forward
SUICIDE…VIOLENCE!
Jasper stops the suicide dive with that brutal spinning elbow to the dome, Jackson completely out of it as his body half dangles through the ropes. Jasper slinks up onto the apron, sly smile on his face as he grips Jackson’s head before dropping down
BLOOD ON THE APRON! BRUTAL HANGING DDT ONTO THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING!
That very well could be it there as Jasper throws the limp body of Perseus back into the ring and covers with a lateral press.
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JASPER LIFTS THE SHOULDER UP!
The Artist isn’t nearly done making his masterpiece here as he prematurely stops the count but that may well be something that costs him here as he lifts the limp Cade up to his feet, wiping a finger over his bloody mask and slightly tasting it before hoisting him upside down in the air
BRUTAL SPIKE PILEDRIVER!
Jasper isn’t done as he lifts the hurting Cade up, hoisting him high up in the air with a Suplex before transitioning down
SHOWING THE OFFICER A TRUE PORTRAIT OF A KILLER WITH THAT BRUTAL SUPLEX SLAM!
That very well could be it there but Redgraves bloodlust is at a high, wanting to not just beat this pesky thorn in his side but absolutely brutalize him as he lifts the limp Jackson up to his feet once more
BUT CADE MANAGES TO PUSH JASPER AWAY INTO THE ROPES!
Jasper just smiles, loving that there’s more fight to beat out of Perseus as he rushes forward
HOSTILE DOWN!
LEAPING SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE! It takes down Jasper but that may have been all Jackson had as he just manages to flop one arm over the Artist as the referee covers
ONE
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JASPER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
That may well have been a last ditch effort from Cade but the Specialist forces himself up to his feet, backing up as he runs forward looking for another
SANGUINE ABSURDISM! DISCUS LARIAT NEARLY TURNS CADE INSIDE OUT!
Jasper doesn’t waste any time, powering Cade up to his feet before double underhooking his arms
AND PLANTING HIM WITH THE SYMPHONY OF SYMMETRY! BRUTAL PEDIGREE LEAVES A SKULL SIZED BLOOD SPLATTER ON THE MAT!
Jasper smiles sadistically as he covers Jackson for the sure victory
ONE
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THRE……..
JACKSON GETS THE SHOULDER UP! 2.9999!
Jasper is beside himself at Perseus ruining his perfect masterpiece before his eyes flicker to the top rope and that sadistic smile crosses his face once more. Jasper pulls Jackson up to his feet, shutting down a flurry of blows with a brutal headbutt before he begins to drag him towards the turnbuckles and slowly but surely lift him up to the top rope
Oh No. This may well be the end of Jackson Cade here if he can hit this. Jasper standing above Jackson as he hooks both arms
ILLUSION….NO! Jackson fights out, nailing Jasper with hard lefts and rights before a brutal headbutt of his own stuns the Artist as Jackson leaps up to the top
FRANKENSTEINER!
Jasper gets sent down hard to the mat as Jackson slowly begins to stand, wiping the blood from his eyes as he cracks his knuckles, looking to put away this psychopath once and for all. Jasper slowly rising up to his feet
HOSTILE DOWN! Brutal Superkick leaves Jasper wobbly on his feet as Jackson rushes to the ropes, bouncing off as he tries for a second but Jasper manages to grab the foot, spinning Jacksong around before kicking him in the gut
SYMPHONY OF SYMMETRY! Jasper plants Jackson with a brutal spike Pedigree, floating over for the cover as the referee counts
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THREE!!!
Jasper Redgrave picks up the very hard fought victory over his pursuer here tonight but is his masterpieces completion near at hand or can Perseus still end it in time?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] WINNER: JASPER REDGRAVE [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “WHAT’S IN THE BOX?” [/edgtf_highlight]
The red-eyed bloodlust of Jasper Redgrave has not been sated by the war we just witnessed. Nor has Jackson Cade’s steel-eyed determination to bring in the Artist by the book.
As both men try to regroup from the battle, Jasper Redgrave’s eyes are no longer upon it. Instead, he turns his attention to the floor beside the ring, sliding out to begin rummaging around underneath the ring.
“You’re as tough as I expected.” Redgrave calls out as he searches under the ring. “The rumors about you are true.”
“What rumors?” Cade calls out, over it. “This is over, Redgrave. I’m taking you in.”
Going to grab his sidearm, Cade is surprised to find it’s not there.
“You’ll have to look harder, Little Eagle.” Redgrave says as he comes back in the ring. “But that’s not what you really want, is it?”
Cade turns to face the Artist, and finds that Jasper is holding something.
A box.
The box.
Exhibit B.
The very thing Cade walked away from two weeks ago.
For a second, just a split second, The Specialist seems to waver. Redgrave sees it.
He misses nothing.
“You want to know, don’t you?” He taunts. “What’s in the box, Little Eagle?”
He shoves it into Jackson Cade’s arms and steps back.
“What’s in the box is what you’re most afraid of.” He says with finality.
Then he just… leaves?
Perseus watches his nemesis walk away from him, before stares down at the box.
What’s in the box?
Well, we’re about to find out. Because Jackson Cade is over this shit.
Carefully pulling the lid of the ornately carved box open, Cade’s eyes widen as he peers inside.
No, we don’t get to see what he sees.
But what we see is his reaction.
Cade falls to his knees, snapping the box shut as he does so.
Shaken by what he has saw, Jackson Cade now something in common with Jasper Redgrave.
His eyes are red.
But not with bloodlust.
With rage.
Will he give into it?
Is this what Jasper wanted?
And what’s in the fucking box?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] OSW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] STUBBINS DOOM © vs. TEDDY O’TOOLE vs. DREWITT vs. DREXL [/edgtf_highlight]
Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild, Wild West! Tonight, we keep it rockin’ like it’s high noon when four gunslingers with a score to settle duel it out in the squared circle… and when the dust settles, one cowboy will survive with the OSW World Championship!
“Arcadia Love,” a remix of Tupac’s California Love, featuring Drexl on vocals blares over the speakers as Drexl enters the arena with a scantily clad women in toe!
“Arcadia! Knows how to party!”
Drexl motions for his escort to dance along to his new entrance music as he proudly promenades her down the ramp.
“In the levellllll of Ooooolympus!”
The crowd gawks over the blonde bombshell escorting Drexl as she steps out onto the apron ahead of Big Slim. She sits on the middle rope, allowing for Drexl to enter the ring, then he kisses her hand motions for her to sit at ringside.
“Candy Man” by Christina Aguilera hits the speakers, and Teddy O’Toole tumbles from the back and onto the entrance ramp, reaching his feet just in time to do a little dance number! As his dance concludes he reaches into his pants pocket…
AND PULLS OUT A FINGER GUN TO THE CROWD!
O’Toole points his index finger at Drexl and yells, “BANG!” Then he chuckles, and shuffles all the way down to the ring, kicking his heels and doling out high fives to a few kids, and slides under the bottom rope. Teddy struts to the corner opposite Drexl, and they stare daggers at each other as they await their other two opponents.
The guitars of “Dogs of War” begin to play, and Drexl and Teddy simultaneously turn their attention to the stage in anticipation.
“Hmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm…”
As the words kick in, Drewitt steps out into view.
“Hear the devil callin’
Hear the devil callin’
When I hear the devil callin’
God will pay him for what he’s due”
No Colt in tow tonight, Drewitt is a man on a mission, moving briskly and purposefully down the ramp as the spotlight struggles to keep up with his pace.
“See the fields burnin’
See the fields burnin’
When I see the fields burnin’
‘Cause hell is coming through”
Drewitt slides into the ring and bee lines at Teddy—
“I can’t stop the Dogs of War
I can’t stop the dogs of War”
TEDDY BAILS FROM THE RING BEFORE DREWITT CAN GET HIS HANDS ON HIM!
Teddy brushes off his clothes as he steps away from the ring on the outside, and Drewitt instead turns his attention to Drexl, and sprints to the opposite corner—
BIG LARIAT TO DREXL IN THE CORNER!
The Candy Man dances a little jig on the outside, having narrowly escaped Drewitt’s wrath for now, and watches on as Drewitt lays into Drexl with lefts and rights that staggers the drug runner in the corner!
GOOZLE!
DREWITT IS CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF DREXL!
THIS MATCH HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET!
Drewitt lifts Drexl up high by the throat, looking to take him on a journey…
But unbeknownst to the three competitors, a smoke bomb has rolled into the ring.
Smog encompasses the ring, and then the entire arena. No one can see anything, all one can hear is coughing from those inside of Olympus.
Suddenly, the sound of cellos blare through the speakers, “2CELLOS” by Vivaldi Storm specifically, and through the confusion we see the slender figure of the OSW World Champion Stubbins Doom standing in the middle of the ring as the smoke clears around him. Drexl and Drewitt, now separated but still disoriented, are getting their bearings against the ropes, but the champ already has the upper hand just as the ref signals for the bell—
DOOM DUMPS DREXL OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!
DREXL IS DEAD!
Drexl lands in a heap next to O’Toole, who simply takes a step back in disgust, and kicks Drexl in the abdomen for good measure! O’Toole then unearths his toothy grin, and takes a rag to his fancy shoes, wiping the filth off them before skipping away!
Meanwhile, Doom is trying to lift Drewitt over the top rope, but Drewitt proves too hefty for the champ—
ELBOW!
ELBOW TO THE BACK OF DOOM’S HEAD!
Doom staggers back and Drewitt, now clear of mind, takes the offense—
BIG LARIAT NEARLY DECAPITATES DOOM!
As the now-disoriented Doom pulls himself up on the ropes, Drewitt hits a well-placed kick to Doom’s gut that doubles him over. Drewitt whips Doom into the ropes, and on the rebound surprises Doom by bending over and then lifting the Mad Scientist up high, flipping him over—
BIG, HIGH BACK BODY DROP!
Doom lands hard on the small of his back, and he rolls to the ropes, clutching at his spine as Drewitt stalks him, waiting for him to get to his feet so he can dispose of him over the ropes.
Doom, looking like a feeble old man, slowly pulls himself up against the ropes with all his might, and Drewitt charges—
BIG LARIAT—
MISSES!
DOOM GOT UNDERNEATH DREWITT AND DUMPED HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!
DOOM WAS PLAYING POSSUM—
AND DREWITT IS DEAD!
The ref signals that the battle royal has ended, and that the Dead or Alive Match will now commence as Doom stands alone in the ring…
But there needs to be two alive competitors in the ring.
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FOREARM TO THE BACK OF DOOM’S HEAD BY THE CANDY MAN!
O’Toole chuckles as he takes the boots to the champ. He steps on Doom’s neck and pulls on the ropes for leverage…
DOOM IS FLAILING AROUND! HE CAN’T BREATHE!
Doom is pressing frantically at a button on his watch, but it seems there’s a malfunction because nothing is happening! The ref forces O’Toole off of Doom before he literally kills him, and we see Drexl and Drewitt climb onto the apron on opposite sides of the ring, waiting and wanting to get a piece of the action when someone is inevitably forced to make a drastic choice to save their own chances at the championship by tagging out.
O’Toole finishes up admonishing the ref for putting his hands on Teddy’s suit as Doom catches his breath, then he whips Doom into the ropes—
DREWITT REACHES OUT AT HIM—
BUT MISSES THE BLIND TAG ATTEMPT!
Doom is out of control and bounds towards Teddy on the rebound, who jumps up—
HURRICANRANA—
INTO A DOUBLE LEGHOOK PIN—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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DOOM KICKS OUT!!
You could see the anguish on the two dead men’s faces with each count by the referee, stuck in no-man’s land without any power to change their fortune.
It’ll be a bitter pill to swallow for the dead men when that three count finally hits.
Both men to their feet and O’Toole clasps his hands around Dooms head and stuffs his own head under Doom’s jaw, then drops to his knees—
THE JAWBREAKER!!
DOOM IS IN A ROUGH WAY!!
O’Toole dances in front of Drexl and Drewitt, just out of their reach, taunting them and chuckling before spring boarding off the middle rope towards a rising Doom—
SOUR TWIST!!
THE SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW PLANCHA CONNECTS!!
O’Toole covers again—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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DOES DOOM HAVE ANYTHING LEFT IN THE TANK??
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NO!!
DOOM BARELY GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!
It’ll take more than that to pry the championship away from Doom’s cold-blooded hands, and O’Toole knows that. He needs to dig deep, and as Doom slowly gets to his feet, O’Toole decides now is the time to unveil his newest, boldest candy creation yet—
THE LICORICE TWIST!!
THE BITTER TASTE OF THE BLACK WIDOW SUBMISSION HOLD HAS DOOM GAGGING!!
O’Toole wrenches it in as the ref asks Doom if he has had enough, and the champ shakes his head no, but he can’t escape the spindly candy man’s clutches!
But Doom can walk to the ropes.
He glances at Drexl, who reaches an arm out.
“Wagwan?” he pleads.
Then Doom looks to Drewitt with his stoic, unreadable face behind the mask.
Doom takes a step forward, carrying O’Toole on his back, and reaches his arm out to just the man he needed right now—
TAG!
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TO DREWITT!
The Adventurer steps through the ropes like a house on fire, but O’Toole has already relinquished the submission and scrambled across the ring—
TAG TO DREXL!
O’Toole slides under the ropes as Drexl hops in, ducking a lariat from Drewitt and running the ropes, leaping at Drewitt off the rebound—
RUNNING SOMERSAULT CLOTHESLINE!!
SPEED DIAL!!
Drewitt is grounded, and Drexl looks to keep up his momentum and exact a bit of revenge on Drewitt for his earlier beat down. He runs the ropes and executes a running senton bomb—
HIPPIE FLIP!!
Drexl covers—
BUT THE REF REFUSES TO COUNT!
The ref points to O’Toole and motions a tag—
O’TOOLE GOT THE BLIND TAG ON DREXL!
Teddy and Drexl argue a moment before the ref demands Drexl move to the apron or else he will be disqualified. Drexl obliges, lighting up a joint from his pocket and taking a drag as he steps to the apron, and O’Toole chuckles before turning into an angry, onrushing Drewitt—
LARIAT!
BUT O’TOOLE DUCKED IT!
Drewitt bounces chest-first off the ropes back towards Teddy—
ROLLUP PIN!
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BUT THE REF POINTS TO DREXL AND CLAPS HIS HANDS!
DREXL GOT THE BLIND TAG ON DREWITT NOW!
As O’Toole sits stuck atop a folded up Drewitt, Drexl steps in and grabs his face. He locks lips?
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HE JUST BLEW SOME OF THAT DEVIL’S LETTUCE SMOKE INTO O’TOOLE’S MOUTH!!
BLOW BACK!!
O’Toole looks disoriented as Drewitt pushes O’Toole off him towards Drexl, who locks Teddy into a pump handle—
DREXL’S HUMPING TEDDY LIKE HE’S ONE OF HIS ESCORTS!!
Big Slim hoists Teddy up onto his shoulder and runs forward as Drewitt steps to the apron, watching on in horror—
RUNNING POWERSLAM!!!
THE BOOTY CALL!!!
Drexl stays atop Teddy, whose shoulders are down—
“ONE!”
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“TWO!!”
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“THREE!!!”
Drexl’s escort chanted the three count from ringside, and she’s jumping up and down in ecstasy thinking Drexl has won the title, but the ref never counted, and when Drexl stands up to question this, he’s met with a stiff kick to the face outta nowhere—
HOVER, NO BOTHER!!
Stubbins Doom is alive, with his levitating kick powered by his jetted boots as proof, and the ref points at Doom and claps his hand—
DOOM GOT THE BLIND TAG ON O’TOOLE’S SHOE JUST BEFORE HE WAS POWERSLAMMED!
Drexl is stunned, and Doom takes advantage, slapping his gloves mitts on Drexl’s head—
ZZZZZZZZZT!!
BRAINS OVER BRAUN!!
DOOM SHOCKED DREXL WITH HIS ELECTROMAGNETIC GLOVES!!
Drexl looks as he normally would on a lazy Sunday afternoon, all bucktoothed and slap happy, and when he goes to move, he tumbles into the ropes right into—
A TAG FROM DREWITT!
And Doom walks into—
A BIG RIGHT HAND!
AND ANOTHER!
Drewitt stuffs Doom’s head in the crux of his arm and midsection, and lifts—
IMPLANT DDT!!
SIGHTSEER CONNECTS!!
Drewitt frenetically rolls Doom onto his back and pins his shoulders—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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COULD THIS BE IT?!
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THR—
NO!!
DOOM GOT A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
Drewitt thought he had it there, and signals for what needs to be a definitive end.
He lifts Doom to his feet—
HE SLAPS HIS HAND AROUND DOOM’S THROAT!
GOOZLE!!
Doom desperately shakes his head no as Drewitt lifts him up high…
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AND DOOM DROPS A SMOKEBOMB ONTO THE CANVAS!!
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Uh oh.
BOOM!!!
HAZE HAS OVERTAKEN THE ARENA ONCE AGAIN…
AND NOT PURPLE HAZE LIKE DREXL THINKS IT IS!
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The haze is lifting…
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TO UNVEIL A RUNNING PUNT KICK FROM DOOM TO DREWITT!!!
BREAKING THE JAR!!!
Doom covers Drewitt as O’Toole and Drexl look on helplessly, coughing on the apron—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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DOOM WAS QUICKER ON THE DRAW!!
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THREE!!!
Stubbins Doom, OSW’s most wanted man, escapes alive and with his title intact!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] WINNER AND STILL OSW WORLD CHAMPION: STUBBINS DOOM [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#d3063c” color=”#000000″] “THE UPRISING” [/edgtf_highlight]
Somewhere Else.
Zeus stands in a darkened unknown section of Arcadia, his face barely able to be seen. He looks concerned, but somehow focused. As footsteps approach softly, he places his hands on his hips in anticipation.
“I know that you hate me,” he says earnestly, shuffling somewhat as the footsteps come to a halt.
There’s no reply.
“I saw the pictures of you planting the bomb that nearly killed me. We’ve always had a tumultuous relationship, but that?” Zeus says with a shake of the head. “Why?”
Again, no reply.
“I asked you to meet with me so that we could resolve this. Please, talk to me.”
As he finishes his sentence, an envelope is tossed at his feet.
The footsteps immediately begin walking away, faintly fading into the distance. Zeus bends down and picks up the envelope, opening it up.
Inside, the word “UPRISING” is scrawled in ink.
He gulps.
“Please,” he shouts after the person. “Please tell me this isn’t you. Please tell me this is about us.”
Footsteps can once again be heard – only this time, they’re louder and accompanied by a thudding shift of armour.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the voice says as it gets closer.
It’s Ares.
Zeus lowers his head and hands him over the envelope. He looks at it, his eyebrows lifting.
“Who sent this?” He demands to know, to no answer. “Zeus, who sent this?”
The Baron says nothing at first.
“They’re coming, Ares. The Uprising is coming, and I have no way of stopping it,” Zeus remarks sorrowfully.
The Bodyguard crumples the note up and tosses it aside.
“Let them come,” he sneers. “We’ll handle it. But you know that I know you met someone here, Zeus. Who was it?”
He doesn’t say.
He just doesn’t say.
Cut.