Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
In the deepest bowls of The Slaughterhouse, Sigil carefully ambles along a dirty, dusty unused corridor – a blue device in his hand. On the screen, it shows the path ahead, with a red trail leading down further into the depths.
He carefully turns to the corner, stopping.
Right in front of him, a bright red hue almost blinds him. It’s the orb and The Collector has found it.
As he attempts to approach, there’s a sound – an odd, whoosh sound.
It’s Lee Crowley.
“Don’t touch it,” he warns.
“How did you know I was here?” Asks Sigil, placing the machine into his pocket.
“I’ve been watching you since we struck our deal,” Crowley replies, gathering the orb carefully and holding it in the palm of his hand. As his hand glows, Sigil steps backwards.
“And our deal?” The Collector asks.
“Come closer,” he beckons.
Sigil thinks about it for a moment, unsure whether he should or not – but he does. He carefully approaches, leaning in.
Crowley whispers something to him.
Something that makes Sigil’s head arch back in shock. If his eyes could be seen, you’d believe them to be wide and terrified.
“I had an idea,” he mutters. “But I never expected.”
“If you think your plan has been hard to date, you have no idea what the final task involves.”
The Truth Is Out There but Truth Hurts too, as The Painted Man is about to find out in a big way against the God King from Planet Carthus.
DING! DING! Rune charges forwards and lands a chop on Darklord. Carthic Incarnum is unmoved. Rune winds up and slices again into the God King. Nothing. Rune tries for a third chop but Darklord catches The Glitch’s arm and pushes him into the ropes…
But Rune uses the momentum to pendulum…
Rune just bounced right off Darklord, who just continues to stand there like a reinforced wall.
Rune is turned inside on the counter, the Sparta kick almost blowing a hole in his chest. Rune scrambles back to his feet, heaving. Darklord wraps a big hand around Rune’s throat.
RUNE WITH A KICK TO THE KNEE!
The Glitch wraps Darklord, he’s looking for TRUTH HURTS the exploder suplex, but the conspiracy theorist can’t get the extraterrestrial off the mat. Instead the Carthian lifts Rune with a military press, then drops The Painted Man onto his knee….BACKBREAKER!!!! Rune just got turned into an upside down V!!!
The Glitch crawls to a corner, seated he’s gesturing “time out” to the Carthian but Darklord continues to move towards Rune with menace in his gait. The Painted Man pulls himself to a vertical base using the ropes…
BUT HE’S TURNED OVER THE TOP ROPE…
…SMASHING HIS HEAD ON THE RING APRON BEFORE HITTING THE CONCRETE!!!
A SAVAGE RUNNING CLOTHESLINE FROM DARKLORD!!!
The lights are on but nobody’s home is usually the case with Rune, but that shot may have caused total blackout in House Rune. Darklord slowly exits the ring and with one hand he drags Rune to his feet by the beard. With his eyes, The Glitch is pleading for mercy but Darklord offers none, lifting Rune with a military press and launching him face first into a steel post.
Rune lays slumped on the concrete, Darklord arms himself with Void Bringer and stands over his foe. The Painted Man starts to rise, the God King wants to end this right now, bringing Void Bringer down with an almighty
But Rune evaded the attack – SOMEHOW – and Darklord’s war hammer left a massive dent in the ring steps.
TEAR THE VEIL!!!!!
ONTO THE CONCRETE!!!!
The Carthian is down and now Rune turns his attention to Void Bringer. The Glitch takes the war hammer with both hands…
HE’S TRYING TO LIFT THE DAMN THING!!!
But it’s way too heavy for a mere human weakling. Rune is straining with all his might, but the tazzerite weapon will not budge. Behind him Darklord has risen. Spinning Rune around, the God King throttles The Painted Man.
ONTO THE RING STEPS!!!!
The Carthian lifts Rune onto his shoulders like he’s hauling a bag of cement and climbs into the ring. Walking to the middle of the ring, Darklord is looking for
But somehow Rune rolls off the Carthian’s shoulders.
THE GOD KING IS FLOORED!!!
CAN RUNE CAPITALIZE?
The Glitch is climbing the top rope. What total madness is consuming his mind here?
Rune let’s fly!
TEAR THE VEIL-
DARKLORD CAUGHT THE GLITCH!!
AND HOISTS HIM INTO THE TORTURE RACK POSITION!!!
CONNECTS AND THEN SOME!!!!
DARKLORD COVERS FOR….
The Carthian Warlord tears down Rune’s veil of bullshit!
The pipe broken by Mister Andy still gushes, but the water has risen above it. It’s calm. Placid.
Until a hand bursts out.
Gasping for air, an unmasked Redwing breaches the surface. The makeup has faded off his face, his cheeks are sunken.
How long has he been underwater?
The Red Knight fights to tread water, before heading towards the elevator shaft he arrived here in. Barely able to paddle through the water, Kirby yells as best he can.
Somehow, someway, the butler must have been monitoring the situation. He appears in the elevator shaft, high up on a ledge. He pulls Redwing up to it, the Red Knight collapsing of exhaustion on the floor.
“I pushed him too far.” Kirby pants. “I couldn’t see the truth behind the madness. I let some puppet master pull my strings. ”
“Sir,” Arnold begins. “You had no way of knowing. SeeSaw could not be allowed to roam free.”
“SeeSaw is dead.” Redwing states. “Whatever Andy is now, it’s what he’s chosen. It’s not what he was made to be.”
“Even after that down there?” Arnold questions.
“Even after that.”
After a moment, Redwing continues.
“I’m still going to fight him, Arnold. He’s in the same place I was before the Red Death. I’m going to close our chapter, and maybe show him he’s not the monster he thinks he is.”
A labored smile from Redwing.
“Then I’m going to figure out who planted those files.”
Arnold smiles back.
“You should have waited upstairs, then. Analysis is complete on the composition of the paper. There were some specks of a rare compound. I’ve matched it to a location.”
“Good” Redwing responds. “First Dead Pixels. Then, I find out who’s pulling the strings.”
One hell of a Grudge Match sees two men with a hell of a lot of bad blood battle tonight. Zero defends his VHS Championship against the Gravedigger Immortal, Darby Sorrow!
Right out of the gates, the pair come at each other swinging for the fences. FIREWALL FROM ZERO IS NARROWLY DUCKED BY DARBY! With Zero off balance, Darby spins around and NAILS HIS FOE WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK THAT SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES! He wastes no time, charging at Zero.
CACTUS CLOTHESLINE TAKES ZERO OUT OF THE RING AND SORROW FOLLOWS, HANGING ONTO THE TOP ROPE SO HE LANDS ON HIS FEET!
DARBY HAS ZERO IN HIS PLAYGROUND NOW!
Sorrow is quick to grab his foe by the hair and wrench him to his feet, before sending him sprawling into the steel steps. Zero slams knee first into the steel and crumples to a heap on the floor.
DARBY HITS A MASSIVE LEAPING KNEE STRIKE AS ZERO RISES, LEAPING OFF THE STEPS TO CRACK HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE SKULL!
ZERO GOES DOWN AGAIN, AND HE MIGHT BE OUT FROM THAT ONE!
With his opponent not knowing what century he’s in right now, Sorrow hurls Zero to his feet again. He lifts him up onto his shoulders, looking for a CRADLE TO THE GRAVE!
ZERO SLIPS OUT THE BACK DOOR, FALLING ON TOP OF THE STEEL STEPS BACK FIRST BUT AVOIDING DARBY’S MOVE!
ZERO IS IN AGONY, BUT HE’S CREATING SOME MUCH NEEDED SPACE BETWEEN THE PAIR!
With the steel steps now separating both men, Zero slips back into the ring. He give himself a couple of moments to recover before Sorrow slides in after him. Sorrow swings a Clothesline at him, but Zero ducks under…
HE DRIVES THAT SHOULDER INTO DARBY’S GUTS AND DRILLS HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
DARBY IS WINDED, AND ZERO FINALLY COMES ALIVE!
With Sorrow in the corner, Zero lights him up with a series of kicks and knee lifts to the mid-section, before hoisting his foe up onto the top turnbuckle.
ABSOLUTE ZERO FROM THE TOP ROPE!
THE BIONIC CHOKESLAM DRILLS DARBY SORROW!
ZERO NEARLY DUG HIM HIS OWN GRAVE SIX FEET UNDER THE RING WITH THAT!
He wastes no time hooking Sorrow’s leg for the pinfall.
DARBY’S GOT MORE IN THE SAILS THAN THAT!
He wrenches Darby up to his feet in a Collar and Elbow, before flinging him at the ropes. Darby Sorrow rebounds off the ropes, with both men lining each other up in the centre of the ring.
THE PAIR COLLIDE SLAP BANG IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND CRUMPLE TO A HEAP!
THAT WAS LIKE WATCHING A HIGH SPEED CAR CRASH!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
The crowd rise, egging the fight on. Eventually, the competitors follow suit and find their feet too, but lock horns as they do so and begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring.
A RIGHT HOOK FROM ZERO CLOBBERS DARBY!
A RIGHT FROM DARBY ROCKS ZERO!
BOTH MEN BARRAGE EACH OTHER WITH BRUTAL BLOWS, NOT EVEN LOOKING TO SHRUG THEM OFF!
THIS IS A TOOTH-RATTLER OF A BRAWL!
The trading of blows continues for a while, until both men appear groggy. One final blow from Zero is sent forth, but BLOCKED BY DARBY SORROW!
SORROW DROPS ZERO WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!
It is another breakthrough that Darby needed, and he sets about nailing his advantage by setting Zero up in a Piledriver position…
HE NAILED IT!
ZERO IS DOWN AND DARBY SORROW HAS GOT THIS!
HE COVERS FOR THE PIN!
ZERO KICKS OUT!
But Sorrow wastes no time in lament. He climbs right to the top of that turnbuckle. Before Zero even manages to open an eye, he stands atop his mountain, looking out.
WHAT THE HELL?!
ZERO CAUGHT HIM WITH HIS BIONIC HAND AROUND THE THROAT!
CHOKING HIM INTO A KNEELING POSITION!
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!
KILLING IT WITH FUCKING FIRE!
ZERO NAILS THE POWERBOMB AND THE REST IS HISTORY!
ZERO HAS DONE IT!
Both men laid it all on the line here tonight, Darby Sorrow couldn’t do enough to take that belt from Zero. STILLLL your VHS CHAMPION… ZERO!
The screeching sound of plane tyres slamming into the concrete are the first thing we hear as our visual becomes of a plane doing exactly that.
When the doors open, there’s airport police waiting with rifles pointed towards them.
Leif Helvig emerges from the door, looking at the steps now leading to the ground.
“Put your hands in the air,” shouts an officer. “Or we’ll shoot.”
“This is all you brought?” He growls. “Four?”
“We’re the airport police sir,” replies the officer. “The police are on their way.”
The Wolf’s eyes widen in a sinister fashion. He carefully puts his fingers to his lips and whistles.
That’s when Skoll and Hati approach, standing beside him.
“Sic’ em,” he yells.
Before the police can get off a shot, the pair of wolves rush down the steps and begin rushing them. They fire erratically, allowing Helvig time to get down there too.
As Skoll tackles one and Hati tackles the other, Helvig lands a massive Headbutt on one of the police, splattering his nose across his face.
The second points a gun at him, but he grabs it by the barrel, lifting it up and slamming a boot into his mid-section.
With a big downward swiping right hand, Helvig obliterates the officers face, dropping him to the floor as well.
With carnage nearby, Helvig walks away, Hati and Skoll skulking from behind.
As they do, Banzan stumbles to the plane doors, barely able to walk. He looks down the runway to see Leif walking away, before collapsing.
The Slaughterhouse began with the brutal murder of Nightstick. Now he’s returned as an Archangel of Heaven, his only request is revenge against the man who took his life…the Butcher. Can Colin Cartwright survive heavenly wrath or will Nightstick lose himself to vengeance?
The bell sounds as Nightstick rushes forward, taking The Butcher by surprise with a mammoth right hook to the jaw, the sheer force staggering The Butcher who responds with one of his own before the two mountains of men begin exchanging lefts and rights. Near 500 pounds of pure muscle going at it hammer and tongs in the middle of the ring before Cartwright gets a sly thumb to the eye, temporarily blinding the angel before whipping him across the ring.
Nightstick barely hits the other side of the ring before he’s clotheslined over the top rope, feet hitting the floor as he staggers away still trying to see, The Butcher sliding out behind him as he bumrushes him from behind.
DROP TOE HOLD ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Nightstick suckered the Butcher in there, slamming that bald chrome dome off the steel as he grabs him by the back of the head, slamming him down over and over before picking him by the back of the head again, rushing forward
AND TORPEDOING BUTCHER HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING POST!
The Butcher staggers away, a small cut opening up on his forehead before he’s thrown hard back into the ring. Butcher slowly gets up to his feet as Nightstick is on the apron, the Law springs over the ropes, rolling forward into a stiff dropkick to the chest that sends the Butcher flying into the corner.
Butcher barely hits the steel before Nightstick drives it into his back with a hard Avalanche Splash, pulling the stunned Butcher out of the corner as he spins him around in the air
ODE TO BOSSMAN!
Nightstick drives The Butcher into the canvas as he stays down, hooking the leg for the cover
The Butcher just gets the shoulder up as Nightstick pulls him up to his feet but The Butcher pushes him away,
MEAT HO…NO! SMITH! Nightstick ducks under, delivering a hard bullhammer elbow to the jaw in return before following up with WESSON! The double elbows leave the Butcher out on his feet as Nightstick whips him into the ropes,
LARIAT…NO! Butcher ducks under, bouncing off the other side as Nightstick turns around right into….
CHOPPING BLOCK! CLOTHESLINE FROM MOTHER FUCKING HELL! Nightstick crashes to the mat but that takes everything out of Butcher as well, his face now a bloodied mess as both competitors are out on the canvas.
They slowly rise up to their feet, both men using the opposing corners to lift themselves up as the Butcher wipes blood out of his eyes and sneers, Nightstick staring back with absolute hatred as both men rush forward
BIG SWEATY MEN A CLUBBERING!
Heavy rights and lefts are swung a plenty, fist implanting on muscle and bone before a savage headbutt gets the better of Nightstick as he finds himself lifted up off the mat and driven nearly through the mat with a savage Powerbomb from the Butcher, taking a page out of the Law’s book. The Butcher keeps hold of Nightstick, lifting him up high for another Powerbomb
Nightstick counters out of that second Powerbomb, spiking The Butcher into the mat with a sickening splat as he slowly waits for the hurting Butcher to get to his feet
HARD JUSTICE! Nightstick nearly decapitated The Butcher with that huge Lariat but he’s not done.
Venom in the Law’s eyes, he heads up to roads he barely traveled as a living wrestler. Nightstick trembles in anger, daring The Butcher to get to his feet as Colin slowly does, woozy from the blood loss, stumbling right into
DIVING LARIAT! ABSOLUTE JUSTICE! The Butcher is done, his neck nearly crushed from the sheer force of the move as Nightstick finally hooks the leg
The Archangel Nightstick gets his revenge here tonight, putting down his murderer in brutal fashion to hopefully quell the anger swelling deep inside for the Butcher.
The Butcher and Nightstick have torn each other apart here tonight. As they both get back to their feet, it’s unsurprising to see them step towards one another in the middle of the ring.
The Butcher extends his hand.
It’s an offer of apology, but can you ever really apologize for brutally murdering someone?
Nightstick looks at it.
Suddenly, like a shot, something powerful hits him in the back, forcing him violently into The Butcher – knocking him down and out of the ring.
The Officer gets back to his feet, his arm immediately turning to an Archangel blade.
Only what he sees, he can barely believe.
It’s Lee Crowley, only Lucifer isn’t alone.
He’s brought his Horseman.
NOCTURNE IS THE HORSEMAN DROPPED HERE DURING THE WAR! HE’S THE ORB THAT SIGIL FOUND!
He leaps onto Nightstick, ground and pound style – delivering shot after shot as Crowley watches with a sickening smile on his face. He finally pulls him to his knees and stands over him, arm wrapped around his chin.
Crowley steps closer.
“Do you know how easy it would be to end Heaven’s chance of winning this war?” Lucifer asks. “All I’d have to do is kill you now. Say goodbye, Archangel.”
As Crowley winds up to end Nightstick once and for all, the lights cut off.
Is it The Chief?
Has The Chief come to save the day?
When they return, Nocturne stumbles backwards, releasing Nightstick from his grasp.
There’s just no way.
IT’S TROY FUCKING SOLVEIG!
TROY SOLVEIG IS HERE!
Troy’s right arm turns into a Hammer and he swings for Crowley, slamming him violently over the top rope.
Nocturne exits the ring in a hurry, escaping backwards in horror as Solveig stands tall in the middle of the ring.
He offers a hand to Nightstick, that he takes, getting back to his feet.
Wait a second.
Is this who Nightstick said would refuse to help? The Chief said that Heaven was a paradise of many different sections. Troy Solveig must’ve been battling for Valhalla.
This is crazy.
Troy and Nightstick stand tall as Crowley and Nocturne back away.
Niggas wanna be the King, but
Long Live the Chief
For a lil ol’ thang lil boys bang bang
Long Live the Chief
Niggas fighting over rings
Niggas wanna be the king, but
Long Live the Chief
Yeah watch pretty mama while I slang my cane
Long Live the Chief
The Chief’s music hits and out onto the stage he steps with a microphone, looking at the astonishing sight inside and outside the ring. He smiles, focusing his attention on Crowley.
“It’s time we ended this war,” he suggests with a knowing nod. “At Ring of Dreams, in Sweet Dreams, I propose Nightstick and Troy Solveig versus Lee Crowley and Nocturne, versus The Scarecrow and a partner he deems fit; winner takes all.”
Lee looks at Nocturne, who nods in agreement.
“As long as Sweet Dreams is in a fiery cage,” Crowley demands. “Then you’re on.”
The Chief nods.
“Winner takes paradise,” The Chief confirms. “The winner takes all.”
Darkness. Flutter. The lights come up and both Sandman and The Scarecrow stare each other down in the ring. Which monster shall reign supreme?
The creatures stomp towards one another, Sandman somehow looming over Scarecrow! At first there’s nothing, a calm before the storm.
HAYMAKER BY SCARECROW! THE HAYMAN STRIKE FIRST!
Sandman is rocked by the massive blow but he remains standing as Scarecrow nails him in the gut with a massive kick and hauls him up! INTO A POWERBOMB THAT SHAKES THE GOD DAMN ARENA! SCARECROW JUST PLANTED SANDMAN!
The Dream Demon is already on the ropes as Scarecrow peels him off of the mat and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a massive clothesline that turns him inside out! Sandman, for once in his life, is on the defensive!
The Hayman grabs Sandman by the hair! HE HURLS HIM OVER THE ROPE AND ONTO THE APRON! HAYMAKER- NO! SANDMAN GRABS SCARECROW’S THROAT!
TO SAND! TO SAND! SANDMAN HAULS SCARECROW THROAT FIRST AND FALLS WITH A CHOKESLAM TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
The demon refuses to relent as he drags Scarecrow and throws him into the steel steps! The top step comes off and Sandman grabs Scarecrow’s head!
HE SLAMS IT INTO THE STEPS!
SANDMAN’S ONSLAUGHT IS VIOLENT AS SCARECROW’S HEAD DENTS THE GOD DAMN METAL!
He throws Scarecrow against the stairs and moves to the apron! He’s looking to continue this assault in the most devious way possible as he runs and leaps-
RIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT FROM SCARECROW! SANDMAN GETS TAKEN RIGHT OFF OF HIS FEET!
Both monsters are trying to tear each other apart! Scarecrow drags Sandman to his feet and nails him with a stiff headbutt that knocks him back! He rushes for a clothesline-
INTO A DEEP SLEEP! END OF DAYS! SCARECROW BOUNCES FACE FIRST OFF OF THE RING APRON!
Sandman holds onto Scarecrow’s limp body and rolls him into the ring, grabbing the ropes to enter behind him!
SCARECROW IS GONE!
Sandman looks around in confusion as the darkness has been used against him! Where could Scarecrow have gone?
A HAND SHOOTS OUT FROM BENEATH THE RING! IT GRABS SANDMAN AND PULLS HIM BENEATH THE APRON!
The sounds of fighting can be heard beneath the ring, demonic howls and and growls echo through the slaughterhouse and Sandman finds himself rolled out from beneath the ring! Scarecrow follows and throws Sandman back inside!
The Night Terror tries to rise but Scarecrow keeps him down with a hellacious boot to the skull! But Sandman refuses to stay down, clawing at Scarecrow and hitting a headbutt as he rises to his feet!
AND STRIKES WITH FORTY WINKS! HE JAMS HIS THUMBS INTO SCARECROW’S EYES!
NO! IT HAS NO EFFECT ON THE HAYMAN! SCARECROW DOESN’T EVEN FLINCH AS HE GRABS SANDMAN AROUND THE THROAT!
BYE! BYE! BIRDIE! CHOKESLAM IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Sandman bounces off of the mat and Scarecrow hooks the leg!
NO! KICK OUT! SANDMAN JUST KICKED OUT OF SCARECROW’S CHOKESLAM!
Scarecrow doesn’t even bat an eye as he wraps his claws around Sandman’s throat and hauls him up for another chokeslam!
BUT SANDMAN NAILS SCARECROW WITH A KICK TO THE MIDSECTION! HE PULLS HIM INTO A SIDEWALK SLAM THAT ROCKS THE GOD DAMN RING! HE HOOKS THE LEG!
KICKOUT AT ONE! SCARECROW BARELY GAVE THE ONE COUNT!
Sandman is in disbelief! Scarecrow refuses to stay down! He forces himself to his feet and turns around to see Sandman! Both monsters tear into each other with blow after blow, holding nothing back! Haymakers! Headbutts! Elbows! Neither monster wants to give an inch!
SANDMAN PULLS SCARECROW IN AN HOISTS HIM UP! SNAKE EYES TO THE TURNBUCKLE! SCARECROW STUMBLES BACK INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX THAT TOSSES HIM ACROSS THE GOD DAMN RING!
Sandman rushes forward and nails a big boot to a rising Scarecrow, slamming the back of his head right into the turnbuckle! The Dream Demon knows he needs to pull out everything if he’s going to ever put Scarecrow down! He grabs Scarecrow by his face and hauls him up!
FLAPJACK IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! SCARECROW SMACKS THE MAT WITH TERRIFYING FORCE!
Sandman forces Scarecrow up again and whips him into the ropes for another massive big boot!
BUT SCARECROW CATCHES THE BOOT! HAYMAKER BY SCARECROW! HE PUT EVERYTHING INTO THE GOD DAMN PUNCH AND TEETH FLY FROM SANDMAN’S MOUTH ACROSS THE CANVAS!
Scarecrow grabs Sandman by the throat and slams him into the turnbuckle! He’s got evil thoughts on his mind as he ascends the turnbuckle with Sandman in tow! What could he be doing!
SANDMAN TURNS IT AROUND ON HIM! HE HEADBUTTS SCARECROW AND LIFTS HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!
SLEEP PARALYSIS! KINNIKU BUSTER FROM THE TOP ROPE LANDS WITH A SICKENING THUD! SANDMAN COVERS SCARECROW!
YES! SCARECROW HAS BEEN PUT DOWN FOR THE COUNT![/b]
These two monsters gave each other hell! But in the end Sandman stands tall!
Two monsters have gone to war.
Neither was willing to give an inch and no answers have been reached.
But when the lights in the Slaughterhouse black out, for a mere moment we are cast into darkness. Upon return, Scarecrow is standing with his hands around Sandman’s throat. He has Sandman hoisted high into the air above his head.
Yet there is no struggle from the Sandman.
No gargling sound as one would expect from a mortal being choked to death.
“You must see it. This battle will wage for eternity unless you do.”
Scarecrow spits the words at his foe, listening for an answer that does not come.
“Purgatory. It is the only choice in this battle. Your allegiances to Lucid Falls only make you weak.”
Again, silence. No reaction from the Sandman.
SCARECROW TOSSES HIM CLEAN ACROSS THE RING!
SANDMAN CRASHES HEAD FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE AND CRUMPLES IN A HEAP!
Scarecrow appears to walk with slow laboured paces but somehow clears the distance between the two monsters in mere moments. He stands above the Sandman.
“Join me, here and now. Or I will send you somewhere that even your victims worst nightmares will be nothing in comparison to. I am done asking nicely.”
Scarecrow raises his foot, lining up the skull of Sandman to end it.
But the Sandman’s voice finally sounds.
There is no fear in his words, but resolve.
“Alright. You have a deal.”
Scarecrow’s foot lowers slightly, hesitantly reaching the ground once more. The Scarecrow seems somewhat untrusting. Sandman pushes himself to his feet.
“I will join with you and fight alongside you at Ring of Dreams. I will fight for purgatory.”
Sandman extends a hand.
A very pregnant pause ensues.
Before Scarecrow shakes it.
In a covert van, parked one block around the corner from Shaw’s US residence, Berkshire Ellison Green watches intently as the bunch of hired mercenaries brought together by Zero slowly creep towards the door of the unassuming building. Green has made them wear bodycams to ensure he sees the exact moment his revenge is enacted.
Several of the men hold spiked bats, a couple have a little more firepower than that.
“Go,” BEG says, almost breathlessly. On his command, they all storm the Shaw house, the front door obliterated with a single swing from a heavy battering ram.
“Clear,” comes the call, room by room, until the ground floor is deemed safe. Up the stairs go the makeshift SWAT team, clearing each room again. Nothing.
BEG is waiting on tenterhooks.
“Hang on,” comes a call over the radio. BEG switches to the live bodycam feed from that intruder, and sees that he has found the entrance to a basement.
“Green, sir,” comes the call a few seconds later, “I think you’ll want to see this.”
Berkshire makes his way around the block and into the house. Down the stairs and into the basement. In front of him is a table, lit by a single, swinging bulb. On the table sits an envelope, and on the envelope is the word “BEG” scrawled in blue pen. BEG opens the envelope and slips out the contents. There’s a note.
Did you really think it would be this easy to pull the wool over the Guv’nors eyes? Nice try.
Please find enclosed a little present for you, in case you’re not quite the man you once were before your finger got snipped.
Lots of love,
BEG is seething, but slips the note back into the envelope and looks at what remains.
It’s an audience ticket to Dead Pixels, ringside seat. BEG is furious.
“What’s he trying to say? That I’ll back out of facing him?” BEG asks to none of the thugs for hire in particular. None answer. “He’s got another thing coming if he thinks it will be that easy.”
On the bottom of the ticket, written in that same blue ink, are the letters P.T.O. BEG turns the ticket over, and on a post-it note on the back sits one final note,
“P.S Try not to show up too groggy.”
“What the f-”
Before he can even get the profanity out of his mouth, BEG is stopped in his tracks by the butt of a pistol cracking against his skull and temporarily knocking him unconscious. The mercenaries Zero found are also on the payroll of Albert Shaw’s mystery benefactor!
As BEG slowly starts to come round, all the men have gone, and all that remains is that envelope containing the note, now tarnished with a single drop of blood from the wound on his head.
Two teams look set for warfare. A ton of bad blood exists between them. But two figures are noticeably missing, leaving the match at a three on three standoff.
Six combatants square off. Two noticeable-sized gaps in the warfare cannot be ignored as the absence of both Leif Helveig and Banzan from the match cause a stir among those that have managed to make the ring.
Monty and Simon begin the match. Monty’s confidence boils into bravado as he marches across the ring to lock horns with his foe, but Simon is of course two steps ahead and trips him with a DROP TOE HOLD!
BANG! MONTY’S FACE HITS THE CANVAS, MUCH TO THE DISGUST OF HIS TEAM!
The referee busies himself stopping Pyre from entering the ring, as Reaper and Sweet Alice grab hold of Monty’s arms to hold him at bay.
A MASSIVE UPPERCUT FROM SIMON THAT NEARLY KNOCKS THE COLGATE OFF MONTY’S TEETH!
PYRE IS LIVID AND LOOKING TO SET FIRE TO THE REF IF HE DOESN’T DO HIS JOB!
Thankfully, the referee turns, just in time to see Alice and Reaper return to their neutral positions. None the wiser to the triple team, the match continues. Simon hoists Monty to his feet and whips him towards the ropes, where he is TRIPPED BY HIS OWN TEAM MATE, PYRE!
WHAT THE HELL?!
PYRE JUST TRIPPED MONTY STRAIGHT!
MONTY STANDS UP AND SHOOTS A LOOK AT HER… AND SHE SLAPS HIM RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE!
THE REF CALLS THE TAG AND PYRE IS IN!
PYRE TRIPPED HER TEAM MATE SO SHE COULD GET IN THE MATCH!
The mood instantly changes, as Pyre comes charging across the ring like fire up an old gum tree. A SHOULDER CHARGE TAKES OUT SIMON! THEN SHE DROPS ALICE OFF THE APRON WITH A DASTARDLY RIGHT HOOK THAT CAUGHT HER UNAWARES! She looks to follow suit with Reaper, but Reaper blocks her attack and sends her reeling with a MODIFIED SHOTGUN BLAST FROM THE RING APRON!
HOLY CRAP! PYRE JUST WALKED RIGHT INTO THAT!
AND SIMON ROLLS HER UP INTO A PINFALL!
NO! PYRE GOT A SHOULDER UP JUST IN TIME!
Simon pulls the groggy Pyre to her feet and drags her to the corner, where he tags in Reaper.
SWIFT REVENGE SIMONPLEX!
THE SUPLEX WITH AN ADDED SINGLE ARMED DDT FOR GOOD MEASURE!
AGAIN, PYRE IS PLANTED AND IT DOESN’T LOOK GOOD!
Now the legal man, Reaper looks eager to put this away and goes to hook Pyre’s leg…
ONLY TO BE BLINDSIDED BY DEATHNOTE WHO SAVES IT FOR HIS TEAM!
THE REF IS NOT HAPPY…
ALICE AND SIMON ARE NOT HAPPY!
ALL SIX COMBATANTS ARE NOW IN THE RING AND THIS IS DESCENDING INTO ANARCHY!
Deathnote continues his tirade, taking out Simon with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Sweet Alice then takes out Deathnote with a SPINNING CLOTHESLINE! ALICE THEN HAS HER BELL RUNG BY MONTY WITH A BIG BOOT THAT NEARLY MAKES OFF WITH HER HEAD!
Desperate to get some semblance of control over the match, the referee looks around for the legal pair. Only, Pyre has rolled out of the ring. The Reaper grabs Monty by the scruff of his neck and helps out the referee by tossing him clean over the top rope. Monty sails to the concrete at ringside and lands like a lawndart.
With Pyre still recovering, Alice finds her feet. She bounds into the ropes and begins to hop, hoppity, hop across the ring. She hoppity hops onto the ring apron…
TERRIBLY LATE FROM THE APRON TO PYRE AT RINGSIDE!
Alice then stands up, flinging Pyre back into the ring. Right now, Pyre doesn’t know if she’s here or in neverland, but nevermind… Alice springs back up at ringside and begs Reaper for the tag.
And Reaper obliges.
Alice bounds into the ring and locks Pyre up straight away!
DOWN THE FUCKING RABBIT HOLE!
SHE NAILED IT!
Right int the centre of the ring, while the referee clears the remaining bodies to the apron, Alice hooks her foe’s leg for the pinfall.
But the referee is busy dealing with a defiant Deathnote and misses the pin!
By the time he slides into position, Pyre kicks out!
Alice picks Pyre up off the canvas once more, but Pyre throws a thumb in her eye and falls across the ring to tag Deathnote. The Shinigami comes in with a head of steam, but Alice escapes his onslaught by tagging The Reaper.
Reaper and Deathnote meet in the centre of the ring and trade clubbing blows until Deathnote gets the upper hand…
TURN THE PAGE!
HE HITS IT AND REAPER IS DOWN!
THERE’S THE PIN!
Monty cuts Simon off and blocks him from entering the ring.
Alice is still blinded by the thumb to the eyes!
There’s no help!
Deathnote picks up the victory for his team!
The trio of Pyre, Deathnote and Monty Straight stand tall tonight, despite the absence of Leif Helveig, they still have their hands raised!
Walking down the hall leading to the ringside area, we find CXDY. He’s primed and pumped for war. For several weeks now, he’s been looking over his shoulder, waiting for Corvus to attack him. The Crow promised he’d test his mettle, but he has not appeared.
CXDY pauses in his journey.
Because right in front of the door stands Corvus.
“I was just coming to call you out.” CXDY greets. “You ready to do this?”
The Crow snorts.
“You knew I was coming.” He states flatly. “I told you that it would be on my terms. You wanted a fight in the ring, and you will get it tonight.”
CXDY shrugs, taking off his jacket.
“No need to wait for the ring, brother. Let’s do it right now.”
Corvus holds up a hand.
“I said in the ring. Do you really want to fight back here, in a place where there is no gain for either of us in victory?”
“This isn’t about gain.” CXDY replies.
“Indeed.” Corvus says after a moment. “That seems to be the prevalent attitude around here. I’ve watched many of your peers turn aside personal gain for foolish reasons.”
He looks CXDY up and down.
“That’s why I will not be recruiting you.” Corvus says. “You are unable to release your personal vendetta for the greater good. Nor do you even realize what that greater good is.”
CXDY gets up in Corvus’s face.
“Then there’s only one thing left to do.” He says. “I’m going to do what I came to do and kick your ass. I’m going to take it out of your hide for what you did to Tyler.”
“Do what you have to, then. I will not hold back.”
“I’ll see you out there.” CXDY says, a cocky grin on his face.
Corvus watches as CXDY pushes past him.
“May you fare better than your friend did.”
A beautiful friendship shattered in the red snow with a simple blade. CXDY has been searching for the man who murdered his best friend for months and now staring him down face to face, will he find the strength to avenge Tyler from beyond the grave or will the Crow take another of the Terror Squad?
The bell sounds as Corvus turns into a massive kick to the gut before he’s lifted up off his feet
PERFECT ENDING! LIFTING BRAINBUSTER DDT! This could already be over as Corvus looks out from that surprise attack
TW…CXDY PULLS THE SHOULDER UP!
Sneer on his face, CXDY rolls over onto Corvus, pummeling him with hard lefts and rights before a massive headbutt rolls the Crow’s eyes into the back of his head. CXDY gets up, peeling Corvus up off the mat before underhooking the arms and beginning to tee off knee strike after knee strike to the temple.
CXDY unleashes knee after knee, bone striking bone with sickening sounds before a leaping right knee drops Corvus to one knee, a thin trickle of blood pooling down his forehead from that titanium knee. CXDY pulls Corvus back up to his feet, lifting him up high in a Suplex as he walks over to the ropes
SLINGSHOT…CORVUS SLIPS OUT! CXDY turns around as Corvus springboards up off the ropes..
LEAPING KNEE! Corvus got caught midjump, getting clocked hard by that bionic knee as he’s sent crashing to the floor below.
CXDY grips at his hair, trying to cool down but one look at the rising Crow sends his blood boiling once more, Perfection sending caution to the wind as he backs up before rushing forward
SUICIDE DI…CORVUS ROLLS UNDERNEATH AS CXDY SLAMS INTO THE GUARDRAIL! CXDY just avoided a terrible injury as he gets his hands up at the last second but he’s rocked as the Crow has the chance to come back.
Corvus pulls the hurting CXDY up to his feet, throwing him back into the ring before backing up to the corner as CXDY slowly pulls himself up,
RUNNING FLIPPING NECKSNAP! CXDY drops to the mat in pain for a moment, slamming a fist down onto the mat as he wills himself up to his feet right into a Throat Thrust Uppercut
CXDY staggers back before a palm strike leaves him stunned and a jumping elbow to the temple completes the MURDER OF BLOWS!
CXDY is still on his feet, dazed and confused but still fighting as Corvus rolls back before rushing forward with an almighty CORVUS KICK! The impact sends CXDY flying into the corner, crashing hard into the steel but as Corvus rushes forward, trying to follow up, CXDY just slips out of the Corner Splash, leaping up high as Corvus turns around
YOUR FORETOLD DESTINY!
The Roundhouse hits flush, dropping Corvus to the mat but CXDY’s too hurt to follow up as he drops down to one knee, trying to unscramble his brains and allowing Corvus to recover from that knockout shot.
CXDY tries to pull the Crow up to his feet but Corvus slips out, wrapping himself around the back of CXDY as he locks in the Garrote out of nowhere!
CXDY struggles but the steel to the noggin really hurt him as he can barely find the strength to fight the hold let alone fight out of it. Corvus has it sinched in tight, CXDY’s slowly fading away as the referee pulls CXDY’s arm up into the air
IT DROPS ONCE
IT DROPS TWICE
CXDY LOOKS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT
IT DROPS……IT SHOOTS HIGH INTO THE AIR!
Fury fills CXDY William’s eyes as he delivers a hard series of elbows to the ribs of Corvus who lets go of the hold before leaping up
MARKED FOR DEATH! THAT HAS TO BE IT as Corvus drops down for the cover on the stunned CXDY
KICKOUT! CXDY WON’T STAY DOWN!
Corvus tries to land a right hand on the rising CXDY but CXDY catches it, absolute fury in his eyes as he screams a gutteral scream, delivering a sickening headbutt that staggers Corvus back before he kips up to his feet and unleashes a flurry of strikes to the Crow, capping it off with a trio of right knees to the skull that open up that cut on Corvus even more before backing up.
BIG IN JAPAN! That huge Lariat turns Corvus inside out but CXDY isn’t done, lifting Corvus back up, delivering a Northern Lights Suplex before rolling through
Into the Deadlift Brainbuster! INSTANT REPLAY! CXDY backs up as Corvus slowly gets to his feet,
EYE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING SAVIOR! Sprinting Elbow to the jaw nearly breaks the damn thing as Corvus drops down to one knee.
CXDY drops his right kneepad before he stares down the bloodied and dazed Corvus from behind, screaming out loud
‘This is for Tyler you son of a bitch’
PERFEXE..CORVUS DUCKS UNDER THE WIZARD, SLICING CXDY’S KNEE WITH A BLADE!
CXDY staggers backwards for a moment before his right knee gives out, quickly followed his left and both his arms as daggers implant into all of his limbs. Fury is in CXDY’s eyes as Corvus slowly rises to his feet, sorrow in his own, whispering ‘Sorry’ before finishing off
THE CONTRACT KILL! CXDY collapses to the mat as Corvus quickly covers
Corvus does it here tonight, weathering the rage before putting down CXDY but will it be the last time these two get into it inside the squared circle or is CXDY’s soul still burning for revenge?
Pyre Is standing in the ring with a microphone.
“Hello ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the moment you have all been waiting for.”
A chorus of boos comes from the crowd.
“Oh, was I wrong? I just have been so excited for this moment, I assumed you were too. Who cares? This really isn’t for you. Boys, bring them out!”
Muffled screaming comes from the stage as The Red Knight drags a bound and gagged Mad Hatter while The Knave is dragging Sweet Alice the same way. The Queen is smiling wide. She is genuinely enjoying this and she continues to speak.
“Put them in their spots.”
The Red Knight shoves the Hatter to his hands and knees while Alice is thrown into a chair already doused in gasoline.
Pyre laughs and speaks.
“I see your fear Alice, I see how you never wanted anything like this to happen. I can see your fear but can you see my joy? I’ve been waiting for this badly. Ever since you’ve entered Wonderland, you’ve been nothing but trouble and your Hatter friend is a big reason. He has corrupted you too much and it’s time for his demise. I’m done playing around bitch. I’m making sure you see this. Knight! Off with his head!”
The Red Knight lifts his axe as high as he can and swings!
He cut clean through the neck.
The Hatter is dead!
Pyre smiles and speaks.
“Well, you were right Hatter, it was quick. He chose that for himself Alice, he thought the way I’m going to murder you would be easier to survive than what just happened to him. Let’s see if he’s right about that too.”
Pyre’s card guards start pouring gasoline all over the place! Pyre bends down and rips duct tape off Alice’s mouth. She asks Alice a simple question.
“Any last words?”
Alice spits in Pyre’s face and
“Fuck you! If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”
“Fine by me.”
Pyre backs up and shoots a fireball at Alice!
No! It’s intercepted by a blast of water! What’s going on?
It’s the White Queen!
Pyre screams at her!
“What are you doing here?!”
The White Queen responds.
“I’m stopping you, sister. I’ve seen you destroy every part of your side of Wonderland and I am tired of it. While you were torturing Hatter, Alice and I decided on something. I can’t rule both sides of Wonderland, that’s why you get yours but I can’t trust you to rule it anymore. We’ve decided that at Ring of Dreams, you won’t be fighting in this ring, you’ll be fighting in your castle and whoever sits on the throne first will be in control of it.”
“Why would I agree to that? There’s no prize in it for me. What do I get if I win?”
The White Queen speaks solemnly.
“You get to kill me and have my castle as well.”
Pyre’s anger turns to joy and she happily speaks.
“That will work for me. I can’t wait to see your head roll like his. Alice thinks it’s bad now, just wait until I have it all under my control.”
Alice speaks up.
“That won’t happen, I’ll make sure of it if it’s the last thing I do.”
“I can make sure it’s last thing you do.”
“You can try.”
Both women are facing off and wickedly smiling. The White Queen has to pull them apart from each other and she begins to speak.
“Save it for the castle you two.”
They both nod and walk to the back.
After months of believing a lie, Redwing’s eyes have finally opened to the tragic truth of Mister Andy’s past but it may well be too late. Will his failure destroy him or can the Red Knight make up for failing the Toymaker?
The bell barely gets to sounds before Redwing is picked up off his feet and driven back first into the turnbuckles by an onrushing Andy. Andy continues to run forward, driving the steel further and further into Redwing’s back who tries to fight out with hammer fists to the back but a snap headbutt rocks the Red Knight.
Andy backs up a few feet before almost Powerbombing Redwing into the buckles before throwing him clean overhead onto the mat with a hard thump. Redwing gets to his feet right into a stiff kick to the jaw that splits open his lip before he’s Irish Whipped into the ropes
JACK ATTACK! Andy drives him down into the mat with that Samoan Drop before raining down lefts and rights on the prone Redwing who manages to kick out hard into Andy’s left knee, causing the Toymaker enough pain for Redwing to slip out of the mount.
Redwing staggers to his feet, raising his fists up high in a defensive position as he dodges a wild charge from Andy, delivering a quick snap jab to the jaw as he passes before trying for a neckbreaker. Andy powers out, drilling Redwing with a knee to the jaw before grabbing him around the throat
DOUBLE HANDED CHOKE…NO!
Redwing kicks out at Andy’s knee, releasing the grip enough to slip behind Andy and deliver a Snap Reverse DDT. Andy quickly gets to his feet as he rushes right into a kick to the gut,
RETURN TO ARKHAM! Redwing hits the Double Arm DDT flush as he turns Andy over for the cover
HARD KICK OUT!
Adrenaline is still flowing through Andy’s body as he easily powers out of the pinfall. Redwing tries for a knee to the jaw as Andy rolls up but the Toymaker catches it, lifting Redwing up high before nearly planting him through the mat with a Powerbomb!
Andy doesn’t cover, instead heading up to the top rope with a vicious sneer down at his tormentor as he dives off with the FLIGHT OF THE ORNITHOPTERN!
Andy lands hard with that splash as he hooks the leg for the cover
Redwing gets the shoulder up but Andy catches it as it shoots high, flipping Redwing over with a twist as he pulls back both shoulders before driving the boot down in the middle of the Red Knight’s back, locking in the STRETCHY ARMSTRONG!
Redwing screams out in pain, Andy pulling back with all his strength, trying to force Redwing to tap out but Crimson Justice refuses. Angry, Andy lets go of the boot for a moment before leaping up and driving all his body weight down upon Redwing’s back. He leaps up a second time, coming down with an audible crunch as he may well have broken a few ribs from near 200 pounds crashing down on Redwing’s unprotected back.
Andy tries to leap up a third time but Redwing manages to reverse, DOUBLE KNEES TO THE CHEST! Redwing countered just in time as Andy staggers away, holding his chest in pain but he’s slow to get up himself, wincing and holding his side in pain before spinning Andy around
INTO GODWATCH! The Ripcord Knee hits hard as he tries to lift Andy up for Red Justice but his damaged ribs give out on him halfway. Andy follows up with a stiff headbutt before lifting Redwing up onto his shoulders
THE BIG WHEEL! Redwing gets snapped down to the mat as Andy hooks both legs for the cover
NO! REDWING JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP! And Andy is pissed off. Kicking the shit out of a turtling Redwing for a moment before he sees the nearby turnbuckle and gets a twisted, almost Seesaw like idea.
He slowly walks over, pulling both the top and middle turnbuckle covers off, revealing the hardened steel underneath before pulling Redwing over and backing up to the other side of the ring. Redwing slowly gets to his feet, pulling himself up by the ropes as Andy rushes forward
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!
Redwing’s back explodes in pain as he’s speared right into the steel before driven down into the mat with an almighty spinebuster, Andy staying down for the cover on the unconscious Redwing
Mister Andy does it, brutalising Redwing after months of accusations and attacks but could he have gone just a little too far here tonight?
Mister Andy gets back to his feet.
He’s done it.
After all these months, he’s proved to Redwing that he’s not a powder keg waiting to explode. He’s proven that he’s not SeeSaw, hiding under the guise of a simple toymaker.
The Tron suddenly flickers.
A man in a hood places a video camera on a wooden side inside The Emporium. He reaches down and picks up a gas cannister before walking up and down the aisles, dousing it in gasoline.
Back inside the ring and Andy is already beginning to get angry. His face has contorted and his upper lip is beginning to quiver.
When the man finishes dousing the place, he grabs a match and walks back to the camera, taking down his hood.
What the fuck?
“Surprise to see me, you lying fuck?” Rune roars angrily. “I bet you’ve been blaming that caped cockhead for this, haven’t ya? I bet this whole time you’ve been running around like the Adventures of Pinocchio, trying to prove Redcunt was responsible.”
He laughs to himself.
“You may have convinced everyone else that SeeSaw ain’t in there, but you ain’t convincing me,” Rune continues. “I’ve seen your type before. If burning this place to the ground don’t stop the lies, we’ll just see what happens next.”
Rune lights the match, holding it up to look at it.
“The conspiracy ends here, SeeSaw.”
He tosses the match down, sending the whole building up in flames.
We head back to the ring to see Mister Andy shuddering, grabbing his head, before falling once again to the canvas.
Just like at Pandemonium, he seizes right there in the middle of the ring.
Referee’s and EMT’s rush to his aide as the fire burns on the tron.
The Split and The Viper demand answers from the Cosmic Magistrate but, as always, The Judge’s concern is only for balance. The silver-tongued duo have so far failed to persuade the court, but maybe the sword will prove mightier than the pen tonight.
Two-Face and Viper Roberts are closing in on The Judge. Order fends off Viper with a left handed jab, then a right cross lands on The Dichotomy, but like an apex predator the cult leader has sensed an opening and landed his bite in the form of a double fist smash. The Head Snake follows up with a rising knee to the abdomen and tying up The Judge in a reverse headlock, Two-Face joins in….
DOUBLE TEAM ODE TO THE SNAKE!!!!
Viper holds Order down for the count of…
Viper headlocks Judge again while Two-Face goes to work on the knees with some stomps, then into a kneebar. But Order has a free leg and he lands a boot on Two-Face’s burnt side, causing the former politician to recoil. Judge fights back to a vertical base but Viper continues to hold onto the headlock. A big elbow to the ribs from The Judge, he spins out of the headlock and headbutts the Double Features champion.
Now it’s Two-Face’s turn, grabbing Judge’s arm in an attempted wrist lock but Order drops The Split with a clothesline. Two-Face quickly reverts to a vertical base but not for long!
The power of the kick sends Two-Face stumbling back into a corner. Order powers in like a freight train but the avalanche finds nobody home as Two-Face drops out of the ring. That gives Viper Roberts the chance to steam in but Judge has it telegraphed.
DROP TOE HOLD ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!
Two-Face slides back into the ring and rolls Judge up with a school boy…
The Split doesn’t let Judge get his base though, a double block to the knee and Order is upended, Two-Face with a standing elbow drop before another cover that only gets a one count.
By this time Viper is back into the fray and with Two-Face he lifts The Judge to his feet.
Judge grabs his opponents and slams their heads together…
TWO BIRDS WITH ONE BITE!!!
AND THERE’S PLENTY OF SKELETONS IN THE PAST OF THESE VAGRANTS READY FOR A GNASHING!!!
The Judge presses a palm down on the chest of both opponents…
The Magistrate pulls Viper up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and looking for a big boot on the rebound but Viper ducks under the foot and holds onto the opposite ropes. The Judge moves towards him!!!
The cloudy substance effects Judge’s vision, even with the mask on. It’s just the distraction Viper needs as he pulls off his belt and begins
TANNIN’ THE HIDE!!!
Ferocious blow after ferocious blow lands on Order and he turns away from the onslaught straight into Two-Face
FLIP THE COIN!!!!
The overdrive neckbreaker connects! And a cover for
Two-Face gets to their feet and pulls out their coin. They flip it and watch it spin before landing on their outstretched palm. Viper asks what the result is, Two-Face nods in some kind of acknowledgment.
Viper drags Judge to his feet and hands him off to Two-Face…
HEADS OR TAILS!!!
Back elbow from The Judge and he’s free.
TO VIPER ROBERTS!!!
The Head Snake is sent through the ropes and out of the ring.
Two-Face is lifted onto The Judge’s shoulders and Order heads to the corner, climbing to the top rope.
THE PERFECT BALANCE!!!!
TOP ROPE ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP!!!!
Judge turns The Split onto their back and hooks the legs…
Viper drags the referee out of the ring before his hand can come down on the mat for the three count!
The Judge gets to his feet and heads towards the ropes.
VIPER GUILLOTINE’S ORDER ON THE TOP ROPE!!!
STRAIGHT INTO HEADS OR TAILS!!!!
A revived Two-Face plants the magistrate with the reverse swinging STO with attitude.
The official gets back into the ring to count…
The gavel falls in favour of Two-Face and Viper Roberts but will The Judge continue to hold out on the information the duo seek?
With the match over, Two-Face mounts The Judge, swinging at him wildly. With every devastating shot, he demands answers, spitting venomously.
“Tell me what you know and enough of the riddles,” he angrily screams.
It takes Viper Roberts to pull him away forcibly – but that doesn’t stop him from storming back.
The Judge scoots backwards into the corner, sat up against it. He’s trying to recover as the dangerous Two-Face looms over him.
“You don’t understand, do you?” Judge replies. “A mere mortal like you could never understand the balance of the universe. For balance to be restored, you must remember.”
Two-Face tilts his head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He gruffly barks.
“Balance won’t be restored until you exact your vengeance; until you remember. Deep down in your soul,” he says patting his chest. “You know who is responsible.”
Suddenly Two-Face is thrust back to that night.
As he steps outside into the cold snowing New York City night, he’s stopped by a man wearing a hood.
“We need to talk,” the man says, ushering him to follow with a slight nod.
Alton frowns at him; exhausted, but surely in no mood to trust a stranger.
“You don’t understand, you’re in great danger,” he abruptly says. “Now follow me.”
“No,” Whitlock grunts. “Listen to me, I’ve had enough of the games. I just spent over a year of my life being played by Berkshire Elision Green. I’m getting into my limousine; I’m heading to the airport and I’m getting out of this country.”
The man shakes his head.
“You won’t make it that far. If you leave this place, you won’t ever come back.”
Two-Face falls to his knees, clutching at his head.
“I-I can’t see his face,” he whines, almost pleading for help.
“Think,” Judge roars. “Focus.”
As he steps outside into the cold snowing New York City night, he’s stopped by a man wearing a hood.
IT’S VIPER FUCKING ROBERTS!
OH MY GOD!
STEEL CHAIR TO THE FUCKING SKULL!
Viper Roberts PLANTS HIM WITH A STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
TWO-FACE GOES DOWN!
MULTIPLE CHAIR SHOTS BY THE SNAKE!
The chair breaks with the ferocity of those shots, shattering its legs like stems from its flower. The Judge rolls to the outside, aware that he shouldn’t get involved.
Balance wouldn’t allow it.
Viper pulls Two-Face back to his feet…
VERTICAL SUPLEX ONTO THE TOP ROPE!
THE POISON DART!
HE FUCKING KILLED HIM WITH FIRE!
AND IT ISN’T THE FIRST TIME HE’S TRIED IT!
What the fuck is wrong with Viper Roberts?
All this time he’s been aligning himself with the man he tried to kill; faking evidence, trying to shift the blame and pretending to search for answers.
He’s as devious as they come and when Two-Face rises from the near dead once again, there will be hell to pay.
They said no-one could outbid Berkshire Ellison Green, but Albert Shaw proved otherwise when he turned on Blood Money Inc. and took one of BEG’s fingers for a trophy. Now the billionaire former OSW World Champion is out to make The Guv’nor beg for mercy. Someone will quit tonight – but whose version of the crossface will take the money tonight?
BEG slides into the ring and charges at Shaw. The Guv’nor starts swinging bombs but BEG gets through and tackles his former charge to the mat. With BEG on top of Shaw they are both unloading ferocious lefts and rights. Guv’nor has the striking power but it’s BEG with the positional advantage and landing more of his shots, he’s got the early advantage.
Until an eye rake by Shaw breaks the barrage. Then The Guv’nor grabs BEG’s dodgy hand and squeezes the wounded finger. Holding onto BEG’s hand, Shaw gets back to a vertical base, wrenching the arm he floors BEG with a powerful running STO.
Shaw removes the covering from one of the turnbuckles and grabbing BEG by the head, he slams his former boss face first into the exposed steel ring. BEG is flopped in the corner, a small laceration on his forehead visible. Shaw standing over him unloads TEN METHODICAL PUNCHES, opening that wound even more on the billionaire’s head. By the time Shaw is finished, there is blood all over BEG’s face and Shaw’s wrapped knuckles are painted red.
Shaw is relentless though. His foot pressing BEG’s throat against the ropes, there is a rebuke from the official as The Guv’nor rides out the mandatory five count, but only a momentary release before he presses his forearm against BEG’s jugular – again for the official five count.
There is a ferocity and a determination in The Guv’nor’s movements. He’s as confident as he’s ever been, his stock soaring high since a breakout performance in the Lambs To The Slaughter match. Shaw has BEG back on his feet, an attempted irish whip but BEG counters and locking The Guv’not in a reverse waistlock, the financial genius sends Shaw over his shoulder with a belly to belly suplex – buying the BMI leader a much-needed breather.
Shaw gets to his feet but BEG surprises him from behind…chop block to the back of the knee then a bulldog with attitude!
CHIP OFF THE ‘OL BLOCK!!!
Taking Shaw’s deadened knee, BEG lifts it high and slams it hard against the mat, then locks his former protege into a single leg Boston crab for the first submission attempt of the match. BEG cranks the knee of Shaw, The Guv’nor gets up on his arms and with a fast crawl he reaches the safe haven of the ropes. But not without BEG doing a sit out drop on the same knee, leaving Shaw writhing in pain.
The Guv’nor rolls out of the ring, knowing at least he is safe from submission out there. BEG follows though, arming himself with a steel chair. As Albie gets back to his feet, BEG comes from behind and drives the chair into the back of Shaw’s injured knee. Then the former world champion brings down the steel on Shaw’s knee with a sickening thud.
With The Guv’nor at his mercy, BEG lifts the apron and pulls from under the ring a set of bolt cutters. Holding the bolt cutters up for all to see, BEG opens and closes the jaws menacingly, then gestures at The Guv’nor.
Albie is on his hands and knees, BEG stands over him and presses one of Shaw’s wrists down with his boot, opening the jaws of the bolter cutters around TWO OF THE GUV’NOR’S FINGERS!!!!
IT’S EYE FOR A FUCKING EYE!!!
Panicked, Shaw kicks out with a loose leg and manages to sweep BEG’s legs from under him – saving his fingers from being made trophies! It’s a race back to a vertical base now. Shaw has a limp but he uses all the mental strength he developed during his stretch in gaol to fight through the pain. BEG is up too…
ALBIE SHAW PUT EVERYTHING INTO THAT CLAYMORE KICK!!!
Both men are down on the concrete. BEG a pint of blood or two light with that wound on his head still spilling crimson, while one of Shaw’s knees is potentially held together by some torn ligaments. But The Guv’nor is scrambling up the ring apron and he’s back in the ring. BEG soon follows but a hobbling Shaw is held up the ropes and he’s got the advantage..
OMOPLATA ARM TRAP…
INTO THE CROSSFACE!!!!
THE GUV’NOR HAS IT SYNCHED IN!!!!
BEG IS GONNA HAVE TO TAP HERE!!!
But the former champion isn’t giving up yet. Kicking his legs, he’s trying to reach for the ropes. He’s slowly inch there before just about flicking it with a toe and that’s enough for the official who tells Shaw to break off the hold.
The Guv’nor does and tries to drag BEG to the middle. Very cumbersomely and that gives BEG a moment to reverse
BEG IS TRYING TO LOCK IN THE TRIANGLE CHOKE!!!
Shaw throws himself backwards and out of the hold. He’s still not moving freely though, while BEG and throwing his weight on Shaw’s shoulder, traps The Guv’nor on the mat.
ALBERT SHAW’S STOCK IS PLUMMETING!!!
The Guv’nor tries to roll onto his back, but BEG is clinging on. Eventually Shaw does manage to change the positions so that both he and BEG are back down but it’s Shaw on top. BEG releases the crossface BUT TRANSITIONS into a sleeper hold.
BILLION DOLLAR DREAM!!!!
BACKWARDS ROLL INTO A DRAGON SLEEPER!!!
BEG has nowhere to go. He’s running out of oxygen and being the pragmatic man, he knows it’s better to live to fight another day so TAPS OUT!!!
Shaw’s cheque definitely did not bounce tonight but is BEG satisfied the debt has been paid?
What a fantastic match.
Albie and Green slowly rise to their feet, getting back to a stand in the middle of the ring.
“This isn’t over,” BEG growls angrily. “I won’t stop until you tell me who’s your boss.”
“You’re right mate, it ain’t over,” Shaw grins.
The lights suddenly shut off abruptly.
AND YOU’RE TO BLAME…
DARLING, YOU GIVE LOVE, A BAD NAME!”
The fans suddenly erupt into a rapturous applause as green and purple lights flash across The Slaughterhouse.
Just then, Green is thunderously attacked from behind with a steel chair!
A hooded figure drives him into the canvas with a brutal shot and the lights abruptly come back on.
Shaw quickly grabs BEG and pulls him back to his feet, holding him up.
The hooded figure takes down his hood.
IT’S NIGEL FUCKING ROYAL!
It wasn’t Bruce Van Chan – it was Nigel God damn Royal using an old nemesis’ entrance to further fool Berkshire Ellison Green!
He storms forward and grabs Green by the face, squeezing his mush.
“Do you know how much of a thorn in my side you’ve been, Green?” Royal hisses. “Do you know how much money you’ve cost me and my partners with your dealings on the stock market?”
He’s spitting as he talks; he’s furious.
“Millions!” He roars.
Albert tosses BEG into him…
DUNGEONS OF LONDON!
The Crossface is locked in as Royal wrenches back on the hold, squeezing it as tightly as he can whilst Green screams in agony. He finally let’s go, tossing BEG aside like a piece of shit.
“Blood Money Incorporated will cease to exist immediately,” he demands. “You’ll pull your stocks and sell your commodities. You’ll leave this place with your tail tucked between your legs and you’ll never return; if you don’t, you’ll live from hand to mouth for the rest of your life. I’ll make sure of it.”
He kneels in front of Green, who’s holding his throat in agony.
“You have two options; the first is that you do as I’ve said. You take your money, your stocks, your shares – you sell up and you get the fuck out of Old School Wrestling and my way. The second is that at Ring of Dreams, I make you. Everything I own versus everything you own in a Riches to Rags Match. Winner takes all. Loser leaves.”
Shaw and Royal back away slowly to the roaring boo’s from the crowd, exiting the ring to leave Berkshire Ellison Green with a decision to make.
What will he choose?
Is this the end of Blood Money Incorporated?
Redwing is walking through a dark tunnel, a black and crimson shadow against dull brick walls. His voice narrates.
”Arnold’s analysis determined that the files planted in the Asylum had traces of a rare bat guano. The only known place in the city with that specific type of bat was a cave on the outskirts of the city.”
The Red Knight’s entire body is tense, and he holds a Redblade in each hand.
”Something about this place sends a chill down my spine. It’s a labyrinth down here, each corner leading further underground. There’s no doubt in my mind that this is a trap.”
Turning a corner, Redwing finds himself in front of a closed door. It’s exactly the same type of door that he opened inside of the Asylum one month ago.
”Arnold has been guiding me, speaking through my earpiece. But I no longer hear his voice.”
Reaching out, Redwing turns the knob, pushing the door easily open. He steps into the room, and he’s greeted with exactly what he saw in the Asylum.
Rows of filing cabinets.
He steps forward, before coming to a sudden halt. He taps at his ear, his words spoken now.
He taps again, his expression turning grim.
“You’re not Arnold.”
We can’t hear it, but someone is speaking into his ear.
“You must be the one pulling all the strings.”
Silence as the reply comes.
“What do you want from me?” Redwing growls.
For a moment, he listens. Then Crimson Justice steps forward to the row of cabinets, reaching out for a handle.
Then moves down to the lower cabinet, opening it.
His eyes widen at whatever he’s pulled out.
The Tempest and the Chosen One could’ve been best friends in another life but thanks the wants of the Sandman, they find themselves bitter enemies, each man just trying to protect their children. Will Ash suceed in delivering Luke to the Sandman or will Storm prove once more who the real King is?
Luke’s still in his jacket, the referee checking him for foreign objects before Ash ‘accidentilly’ pushes the referee into Storm. Luke takes his eyes and back away from Ash for a moment, trying to pull the referee back
LOW BLOW! Ash drills an unsuspecting Storm from behind who staggers holding his junk right as Ash rolls backwards, rushing forward
WITH THE BOOMSTICK! Ash delivers a mammoth Superman Punch, nearly knocking Storm out cold with a single blow. Storm doesn’t fall to the mat, instead rolling out through the middle rope before collapsing to the floor.
The bell finally rings as Ash quickly rolls out, kicking at the struggling Storm with a cocky grin on his face before he pulls up the Tempest by his hair and hoisting him up onto his shoulders
BEFORE LAWN DARTING HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS!
Luke’s skull implants into the steel with a sickening thud, Storm’s eyes rolling in the back of his head as he rolls over, rivets of blood allready pooling down his forehead as Ash just smiles at his handiwork before pulling Storm up to his feet and tossing him back inside the ring.
Ash rolls back inside himself, kicking at the open wound of the struggling to stand Storm like an absolute dickhead before powering him up to his feet. Storm tries to fight back with a right but Ash bats it away, delivering a stiff steel hook to the face that rocks Luke before he pulls the jacket over Storm’s head and begins to rain knee after knee to the bleeding cut.
Five, Ten, Fifteen knees, that wound is now a gusher as Ash’s knee is stained bright red as he spins Storm upside down
PILEDRIVER! Ash just spikes Luke into the mat but he doesn’t cover, instead heading up to the top rope
CALL OF THE CHOSEN…ONTO STORM’S FUCKING HEAD! Luke may well be out cold, all 275 pounds of Ash Williams Swanton Bombing onto his goddamn skull as Ash hooks the leg for the cover
TW…ASH PULLS UP STORM’S SHOULDER!
Ash rolls to his feet, feigning shock at the “kick out” before delivering a few hard slaps to the jaw of the Tempest and locking him into the SOUL NECROSIS!
The Dragonclutch is locked in tight, blood flowing down Storm’s face as he looks like he may be forced to tap out or pass out here. He’s trying to grab the ropes but he can’t quite get to them
Wait…is Ash moving himself towards the ropes? The Chosen One pretends to struggle under Storm’s strength, visibly scooting himself forward before flicking up one of Storm’s hands with his foot and making it land on the ropes, forcing the break of the hold.
Ash pulls Storm up to his feet, backing up a bit as the woozy Luke gets his bearings before he beckons Luke forward, holding up his hands for Storm to hit him.
Luke lands a weak jab that Ash easily takes, before landing a staggered right that sends Ash back a few paces. Ash shakes his head, leaning his chin in as he urges Storm to hit him
Oh boy did Ash fuck up as the Tempest backs up, obliging Williams
WITH THE LIGHTNING STRIKE!
Ash stumbles into the ropes, springing back into a massive spear by Storm who slams Ash hard down into the mat before mounting him with lefts and rights, unleashing an absolute fury on the cocky Williams who slips out of the mount before trying for a clothesline that Storm easily ducks under, spinning Ash around
The Codebreaker hits hard as Ash crashes to the mat but Storm isn’t done, slowly climbing up to the top rope as he steadies himself for a moment, wiping the blood from his eyes before diving off
AS THUNDER REIGNS DOWN FROM ABOVE! The Moonsault hits flush as Luke hooks the leg for the cover
ASH GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The Tempest gets to his feet, backing up as he looks for another Lightning Strike but Ash ducks underneath
DROP TOE HOLD ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Storm gets up, holding his throat in pain as he stumbles right into
THE BOOMSTICK! That hard running right leaves Storm out on his feet as Ash lifts Luke up high in a Suplex
ALL HAIL! ORANGE CRUSH FUCKING POWERBOMB! THIS HAS TO BE IT!
Ash drops down for the lateral press, not hooking the leg as he’s sure of his victory
THRE….2.999 LUKE STORM KICKS OUT! And Ash is visibly pissed.
Calming himself for a moment, Ash goes to pull Luke up to his feet
LOW BLOW! PAYBACK’S A BITCH WILLIAMS! Ash doubles over, holding the family jewels as Storm leaps up
GALE FORCE! GALE FORCE! The Stunner hits true as Ash crashes down to the mat, Storm hooking both legs for the cover
2.9999! ASH JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Ash gets to his feet, blocking an attempt at the Lightning Strike as he throws Storm away. Luke rolls to his feet, rushing forward with a flurry of blows that Ash ducks and dodges, delivering a hard kidney punch before a stiff headbutt rocks Storm back before Luke delivers one of his own. Both men rush forward
DOUBLE LARIAT! STORM AND WILLIAMS TAKE ONE ANOTHER OUT!
Breathing heavy, both Luke and Ash pull themselves up with the ropes on either side, focus in their eyes but also respect as they get to their feet, nod at one another before rushing forward
BOTH HIT AT THE SAME TIME AS BOTH MEN CRASH TO THE MAT…BUT STORM FALLS ONTO ASH AS THE REFEREE COUNTS!
The Tempest picks up the victory here tonight, enduring the brutal asshole attack from Ash to survive this hard hitting contest.
As the bell sounds and Luke Storm’s hand is raised in victory, he turns his attention to Jessie Williams on the outside. With a stoic nod, he lets the kid know that he holds no ill will.
Suddenly, Ash attacks from behind! The Chosen One knocks him into the corner, stepping away.
SUPERMAN PUNCH TO LUKE STORM!
HE NAILS HIM!
With The Tempest on the canvas, Ash approaches, pulling something out of his back pocket.
It’s a pair of handcuffs.
He angrily slaps the cuffs on Storm, linking his hands together behind his back. Luke is so groggy that he barely understands what’s happening until Ash pulls him up and dumps him slumped into the corner.
“What the fuck is this?” Luke demands to know.
“You’re an idiot. Did you really think that my ego was so big, I just wanted to beat you?” He asks with a shake of the head. “I just needed you vulnerable.”
“Jessie?” Storm asks, watching as the Prince steps into the ring. “What’s going on?”
Ash slugs him again in the mouth for good measure, causing a rapturous amount of boos from the crowd.
“Don’t talk to him, talk to me,” Williams demands. “I’m delivering you to The Sandman. I made a deal, Luke. If I bring you to him, he’ll leave me and my family alone.”
Luke looks dumbstruck. He can’t believe it.
Ash walks over and forcibly grabs him, dragging him towards the ropes.
Only Jessie stands in his way.
“No, I can’t let you do this, pop,” he bravely refuses, putting one hand on his dad’s chest to stop him. “There’s a better way. I know you’re afraid, but together, all three of us can beat him.”
“Afraid?” Ash growls. “I’m not afraid of anything, son. I’m doing this for us. Now get the fuck out of my way.”
“No!” Jessie says sternly.
RIGHT HAND TO HIS OWN SON! ASH LANDS A MASSIVE RIGHT ON JESSIE, KNOCKING HIM TO THE CANVAS!
HE SPLIT HIS LIP!
The Chosen One throws Luke angrily through the middle rope and exits the ring, grabbing him once again to drag him up the entrance ramp.
BUT HERE COMES JESSIE WILLIAMS!
THE PRINCE REFUSES TO STAY DOWN!
He attacks from behind with a forearm that knocks both men to the floor! Ash gets back to his feet in disbelief, watching as his son runs at him…
SUPERMAN PUNCH TO ASH WILLIAMS!
JESSIE TAKES OUT HIS OWN FATHER!
The fans roar in approval as The Prince gets back to his feet, angrily searching his father’s pockets for the key. He finds it, undoing the handcuffs on Storm.
Luke rubs his wrists.
“If you’re going to stop The Sandman, you’ll need this,” he says passing Storm a note. Luke looks at it, his eyes widening. “I’m sorry for everything my dad did; he’s just trying to–”
“I get it, kid,” Luke interrupts. “Don’t be too hard on the old man.”
The Tempest makes his way to the exit, leaving Jessie to look down at his recovering father.
What happens now?
City streets flow freely, displayed in black and white. A voice, familiar yet distorted begins to speak.
“All creation fables begin with chaos. ”
Stepping out of a building, a faceless woman shields her young son as they push through the throngs of people.
“Chaos that is organized into order; that is given meaning. All by the pure souls we look up to as heroes. Because of them, civilization flourishes. But the brightest light carries the darkest shadow beneath it.”
A shadow pushes its way into frame, slowly reaching out its hand to cut through the crowd.
“That’s the Black Hand.”
Slowly following the mother and son, the shadow is ignored by everyone else, fading in and out of the crowd like a fish through a river.
“For countless generations we have existed, hidden beneath an impenetrable veil, operating behind the scenes. Civilization itself would have collapsed long ago were it not for the Black Hand holding it up.”
The woman leads her son down an alley.
“Few have ever heard of us. Fewer know how to contact us. We are shadow, darkness, and night: less than a whisper or a thought.”
They pass a poster for an OSW event, the shadow blotting out what it could have been. A camera appears in his hand, and he lifts it to take a photograph.
“We have a particular interest in Old School Wrestling. Through the vessel of OSW, the Black Hand has baptized many a pure soul in chaos.”
We see the photograph now sticking out of a dossier of similar photos. But now, we can see the previous photos. This time, the names attached are unobscured.
“Whether it is a broken man ‘accidentally’ killing the only link to happiness he had remaining.”
The tampered-with school bus: Kahrs, Alexander.
“Opening the door for a son to fill a father’s boots that he cannot wear.”
The Lone Star mask and OSW contract: Kersh, Trevor.
“Sending a boy to the one place that would destroy his notions of being a hero.”
The bloody car: Williams, Jessie.
“Or even tearing away a man’s family.”
The woman and son: Kirby, Bill.
“No one has ever suspected a higher power behind these seemingly random actions.”
Now we see Redwing, stood in front of the cabinet he found earlier. His eyes are teary as he sees the last living moments of his wife and son. These are the words he heard in his head that we could not earlier.
“No one until you. You alone of your peers are worthy of joining the Black Hand.”
Redwing turns, his eyes red with grief. They widen as he sees who is now stood before him.
Six months ago Sigil and Voynich were The Collector’s Edition and thick as thieves in their search for treasures. Then The Realmwalker ripped out the heart of The Butcher’s daughter Winnona and set off the series of events that eventually brought the war for Heaven into The Slaughterhouse. Since then Voynich has gone from The Best Kept Secret to becoming the OSW World Champion and now, five months since their epic encounter at Red Snow VI, these former friends turned enemies meet again inside The Slaughterhouse ring. Both want something from each other, both want to destroy the other – but who will head onto the road to Ring of Dreams with another win in the collection?
As Monumental begins to play throughout the arena the lights dim down to near darkness.
A plethora of portals open up everywhere around the Slaughterhouse. Around the ring, near the ceiling, towards the ramps. They all show strange and distant lands.
And finally, we see Sigil. The Void Walker can be seen for split seconds through each portal, walking from land to land before a final portal opens inside of the ring showing the inside of his citadel, Sigil walking out and closing all of the portals in an instant before slowly walking to his corner.
Lights go off in the Slaughterhouse as Voynich’s theme song starts. The entrance tunnel is filled with smoke and, after a few seconds, Voynich emerges from the entrance tunnel with a flashlight in his hand. Voynich walks down the ramp slowly, moving his flashlight from left to right, pointing it at the crowd, as if he was searching for something.
When Voynich reaches the ring, lights go on and Voynich gives his flashlight to a fan in the first row. He then jumps over the top rope and climb in a corner of the ring to make his traditional V-sign using both of his hands.
They circle each other inside the ring, the atmosphere so thick it could set off a storm. Sigil – the purest striker in The Slaughterhouse – clenches his fists while Voynich – the apex of the OSW pyramid – is putting out some feelers for a tie-up. This stand-off continues, the footwork of both men betraying their anxiety. The bell sounds DING! DING! and we’re off as Sigil throws out a jab that Voynich blocks with a shoulder, then clinching The Collector’s shoulders the champ pushes Sigil into a corner.
Voynich stands up The Realmwalker and delivers a hard chop to the chest, then an arm drag out of the corner. Sigil is quickly to his feet and Voynich engages him in a collar-elbow tie-up.The Best Kept Secret slips The Collector into a side headlock, the latter counters with an attempted back drop suplex but Voynich rolls out of it and lands on his feet.
But Sigil evades the running lariat and follows up with a big swing of his hips and right leg.
Forward roll from Voynich under the kick and both men are quickly set back in their stance facing one another. Another collar-elbow tie-up but Sigil goes low with an elbow to the midsection, then a hard chop to the back of the head.
Voynich, doubled over, is lifted by Sigil into a backbreaker, then a flurry of elbows to the upper body
LONG ROAD AHEAD!!!!
Sigil with a quick cover…
The Collector pins Voynich down again, it’s a strong kickout on one. A third pin attempt by Sigil and an immediate kickout by the champion, but Sigil knows he’s using up valuable energy in those thrusts.
The Realmwalker has the World Champion back to a vertical base. A hard chop to the chest, Sigil off the ropes and a discus elbow attempt…
DROP TOE HOLD FROM VOYNICH!!!
The Best Kept Secret runs to the ropes and off the middle one he lands a spectacular lionsault knee drop to The Collector’s lower back. Voynich turns Sigil over and hooks the legs…
Voynich pulls Sigil back to a vertical base in a side headlock. Sigil tries to counter by running Voynich into the ropes, the World Champion maintains his sturdy grip though and they come off the ropes, Voynich leaps forward and plants Sigil with a running bulldog.
No cover attempt from Voynich, instead pulling Sigil to his feet and into a reverse headlock. Voynich lifts Sigil into the air upside down.
Sigil uses the momentum of the lift and rolls out, landing behind Voynich in a fluid motion connecting with a neckbreaker on his former tag team partner. Voynich is quickly back to his feet holding his neck. Sigil offers no respite and here comes the flurry of blows – to the legs, body, arms and head!
FOR THE COLLECTION!!!
The combination is finished with a big uppercut that sends Voynich stumbling back into a corner. Sigil runs in looking for a corner senton splash but Voynich flips forward to evade the attack.
But Sigil evades the evasive counter and teleports to the other side of the ring. Voynich spots and the pair charge each other…
SIMULTANEOUS RUNNING LARIAT!!!
DOUBLE ISHTAR GATE!!!!
Both men are totally pole-axed by the impact, spread out of the mat.
Voynich is the first to rise, closely followed by Sigil. The Best Kept Secret controls The Collector with a toe kick, then into a reverse facelock, Voynich runs to the corner and flips backwards…
EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WOR-
Sigil teleports outside the ring. The Realmwalker grabs a steel chair and
Sigil is back in the ring.
The official grabs the chair on the backswing and pulls it out of Sigil’s hands. The enforcer starts to rebuke The Collector.
WHERE THE FUCK HAS SIGIL TELEPORTED NOW?
A portal opens behind the official, two arms reach and drag the ref into the portal, which immediately closes and disappears.
Voynich is looking around aghast, even by the standards of things he’s seen in recent months, this is some freaky far out shit.
A new portal slowly opens behind the World Champion and Sigil steps out. Before Voynich can turn, Sigil has him locked in a sleeper hold.
THE COLLECTOR IS CHOKING OUT THE CHAMP!!!!
Voynich begins to fade, his shoulders droop and his knees begin to buckle.
SIGIL STARTS DRAGGING VOYNICH BACK INTO THAT PORTAL!!!
The Collector almost has his quarry through the threshold when the World Champion stands firm. Voynich’s arms begin to raise slowly in an act of defiance until they are pointing to the sky.
Sigil is trying to re-assert the choke but a double back elbow from The Best Kept Secret and he’s free. Voynich bounces off the ropes
SIGIL’S HEAD IS ONLY HELD ON HIS SHOULDERS BY THAT DAMN MASK!!!
Voynich grabs The Collector and lifts him into a reverse headlock, lifts The Realmwalker high into the air.
THE RING SHOOKETH!!!
THE BRAINBUSTER SPIKES SIGIL RIGHT INTO CROWLEY’S KINGDOM!!!
It’s a cover from Voynich…
OR IT WOULD BE BUT THERE IS NO REF TO MAKE THE COUNT!!!
Voynich goes to the ropes and looks to the ramp and within seconds a new official starts running to the ring. Voynich turns around.
VOYNICH NEVER SAW IT COMING!!!
As the new ref slides into the ring, Sigil hooks the legs…
VOYNICH KICKED OUT OF THE PLANESWALKER!!!
IT WAS 2.99999 ON THAT COUNT!!!
Sigil slams his fists against the canvas.
The Collector forages in his satchel and pulls out a pair of metal gauntlets, attaching them to his hands. Sigil looks at the official, clicks his fingers and a portal opens above the ring. Out of it falls the original referee. He bounces off the mat and it becomes apparent he is no longer of this life as his head has been twisted 180 degrees. The new enforcer acknowledges the clear message.
Meanwhile, Voynich is getting back to a vertical base. Sigil strikes, a huge gauntlet assisted punch to the stomach doubles over the champion, then a punch combination to the head and Voynich stumbles back into the ropes. The referee simply allows these illegal moves. Sigil charges and lands a hook with so much power it sends the Best Kept Secret over the top rope and out of the ring.
Sigil teleports out of the ring and he’s standing over Voynich again. As the champion tries to get back up, Sigil clubs him to the back of the head with the gauntlets. Then dragging Voynich to the crowd barrier to prop him up.
ONE….TWO….THREE….FOUR….FIVE….SIX….SEVEN….EIGHT….NINE….TEN MOUNTED PUNCHES FROM THE REALMWALKER!!!
Already Voynich’s face is a swollen and red mess from that brutal barrage. Sigil peels Voynich up
GAUNTLET ASSISTED CHOP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!
Sigil grabs Voynich and teleports back to the ring. He has him covered…
IT’S SURELY OVER!
Voynich gets a shoulder off the mat!
The World Champion will not quit.
Sigil drags Voynich off the mat into a waistlock but the Best Kept Secret counters with a back elbow and grabbing Sigil with a reverse facelock, he gets to the corner and flips backwards.
EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD!!!!
IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!
Voynich pins down The Collector for
SIGIL KICKED OUT!!!
Both men are down. Both men are trying to find the reserves to continue. Voynich’s face looks like pulp after the earlier assault with the gauntlets. But the World Champion is up on his elbows, the fight rages on inside him. Sigil too is hauling himself back to a vertical base.
The Collector takes his stance first and a big swing of his right arm, Voynich ducks under it. The World Champion looks for an enziguri but Sigil
Sigil teleports behind Voynich and grabs him in a waistlock.
They reappear high above the ring.
GERMAN SUPLEX FROM GREAT HEIGHT!!!
IS THIS VOYNICH’S JOURNEY’S END?
VOYNICH IS SPIKED NECK FIRST INTO THE MAT!!!
Sigil holds for…
Sigil just KILLED IT WITH FIRE to avenge his Red Snow VI loss against his former apprentice.
Voynich and Sigil – two warriors here tonight, both manage to get back to their feet. This long and storied rivalry is far from over.
The Collector rushes forward to attack once more, only Voynich ducks underneath it and storms into the ropes, thundering forward with a Clothesline that sends Sigil rolling out of the ring.
The fans roar in approval, demanding that The Best Kept Secret continue his assault – only he doesn’t. He steps back and stops, ever the honourable competitor.
Suddenly, the lights start flickering.
The Tron starts flashing, covered by static and intermittent images.
HE WAS THE MAN SIGIL WAS SPEAKING TO IN SECRECY!
Voynich looks on as everything stabilizes, showing Zero inside a ransacked room. There’re papers everywhere, with filing cabinets having been tossed aside and over.
“Hey dickhead,” Zero grumbles with a sinister smirk. In his hand is a file – the very same one that Corvus gave Voynich only a short time ago. “Look at what I found.”
Voynich’ face goes pale.
It’s a sheet white.
“Yeah, I couldn’t believe what I read inside this baby,” Zero continues. “I can see why you hid it.”
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL!
Just then, Sigil attacks from behind with a chair to the back of his head!
AND HERE COMES ZERO!
That was clearly recorded earlier!
The Hacker slides into the ring and starts stomping away at Voynich with Sigil. He’s getting absolutely destroyed! The Collector snatches the OSW Championship away from the referee and begins directing traffic.
Zero pulls Voynich back to his feet.
BUT HERE COMES DARBY SORROW!
SORROW SLIDES INTO THE RING WITH A CHAIR OF HIS OWN!
CHAIRSHOT TO ZERO!
CHAIRSHOT TO SIGIL!
HE’S CLEANING HOUSE!
Darby heads straight to the top rope and waits for Zero and Sigil to get back to their feet. They do, heading towards one another to try and understand what’s going on…
COFFIN DROP TO BOTH ZERO AND SIGIL!
HE TAKES THEM BOTH OUT!
Both men slam into the canvas and roll away, leaving Sorrow to check on Voynich – who’s hurting and holding his ribcage.
Sigil may have Zero, but Voynich has Darby Sorrow.
And Ring of Dreams surely awaits!
The sound of beeping machines can be heard echoing throughout a tiny space as footsteps approach on very rickety wooden floorboards.
The footsteps get closer and the sounds of the machines get louder.
It’s Sandy Rogers.
And he’s not alone.
Luke Storm is there to keep him company. He approaches, hovering over Sandy who naturally looks terrified.
“You found me?” He mumbles in exhaustion, almost gasping for air.
“I should kill you right now,” Storm says between gritted teeth, leant over and looking Rogers dead in his eyes. “You had that monster kill my brother. You’ve been planning to put me in Lucid Falls to resurrect your broken body; give me one reason why I ought to let you live?”
Sandy smiles wryly.
“Because without me, he won’t come,” he says almost arrogantly.
Luke balls his fist, debating his next move.
“You’re right,” he admits regrettably. “But maybe if I kill you, that’s why he’ll come.”
Rogers doesn’t say anything at first. They just share a glance.
Luke puts both hands around his throat, slowly beginning to squeeze. Sandy starts choking quickly as the heart monitor begins racing.
But Luke stops.
Slowly and carefully, he removes his hands from his throat.
“I’m going to end you, old man,” he promises. “But not before I destroy your Dream Demon. At Ring of Dreams, Lucid Falls will cease to exist; you’ll cease to exist.”
He leans in.
“And your monster?”
“Well, Alexander, I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
Suddenly, Luke whips Sandy out of his bed by his feet and begins dragging him out of the bed and across the wooden floor.
Rogers can’t scream.
He can’t plead.
He can’t beg for help.
Storm opens the hatch and drags him down the stairs, one vile bump at a time, as we slowly fade to black.