THE TALE OF KERSH AND CROW
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Where are you Crow?” [He yells into the abyss of corn and darkness.] “Let’s end this!”
[Flutter.] [The Enforcer snaps his head to his right, looking at the perch. The Scarecrow now hangs there ominously, as if he had all along. His head slowly rises and the brim of his hat escapes towards the sky, his piercing eyes looking a hole straight through his nemesis.] [There’s a creak as he steps down off the perch, dropping with a thud to the muddy floor below.]“You must be tired, old man,” [The Scarecrow taunts with a sadistic and deep tone.] “Haven’t you had enough of me taking things from you? I took your life, if even for a moment and your son, well he bled to death right there.”
[The Scarecrow looks to his right at the ground where Trevor once led.] [Brent Kersh eyes widen, as if he’s possessed by rage.]“And when I’m finished with you tonight, the first thing I shall do is pay your handsome wife a visit and rip the foetus from her belly.”
[That’s the last straw.] [Brent Kersh screams, running towards The Scarecrow.] [To be continued…]ANGST VS. NAKAZO VS. HGD VS. ROYCE
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
ROCK THE CASHBA
RINGSIDE
“Hope you all put the kids bed early tonight, folks.” [He chuckles smugly] “You see, smaller men would have to wait until after their victory to start celebrating but that’s just not the way The Kingpin of Sin works. Naw, this party goes hard 24/7, and tonight I’m about put another notch my bedpost.”
[Benedict pauses, sucking face with the woman over his shoulder; the audience is apathetic to say the least.]“First, Ariel here and me, we’re going under the sheets; down where it’s wetter and everything’s better, right baby?” [She bites at his ear] “That’s right. But after I’ve had my warm up, I am going to take that Virtually Invisible Prick and beat his ass again.”
[Benedict’s momentarily distracted as his gal pal runs his fingers through his chest hair.]“….. Oh, I know you’re getting restless. But I like making you wait, [turns back to the camera] and that goes double for you, Vicky! I already pinned you once, so this match is nothing more than a formality. In no time, The Cock of the Walk will rise through the ranks and come out on top!” [Her hands linger south] “Easy there, now.”
[Both chuckle seductively; she slips under the covers.]“Well, it looks like the Main Event is coming early. You folks just get comfortable now. But Vicky? If you want to see your future, keep watching as I give this girl the Mustache Ride of her life!”
[He laughs arrogantly, diving under the covers. The audience then watches uncomfortably as the sheets vigorously undulate…..] [Unbeknownst to them, Vicktor Icarus Pascal is suddenly standing in the ring. As the woman arches her back out from under the blanket, she’s startled and screams! Brendan pokes his head out, chuckling.]“Yet another satisfied custom– Oh, shit!”
[And VIP rips the sheets away! Thank God neither partner got too comfortable! The barely-dressed bimbo flees from the ring; Brendan tries to chase after her. VIP THEN DUMPS THE WHOLE BED OVER THE ROPES! Benedict is furious, watching as his boudoir gets destroyed! The girl’s running away through the bar!] [VIP motions at Brendan to face-off. Benedict sneers, stepping back into the ring and trying to compose himself. The referee checks them both……. HERE WE GO!]BRENDAN BENEDICT VS. VIP
SINGLES MATCH
MOTHERLAND
RINGSIDE
“That was my chance, my shot at the big time. Guess a leopard can’t change it spots after all.”
[The light flickers as VIP feels a chill in the air, the room grows ominously darker. Suddenly a giant paw like hand covers Pascal’s shoulder and spins him round with consummate ease. VIP eyes are fixated onto an enormous barrel like chest.]“Typical American. All of you believe to be the centre of your own universes. You are what’s wrong with the world, you are the reason my motherland weeps, the reason my motherland bleeds.”
“American? Ha I’m Canadi…..”
[Without time to finish his sentence a boot fly’s into the gut of VIP, folding him in half. The giant figure proceeds to pull Pascal to his feet as if he was a child, lifting him high above his head he whips VIP down across his knee with a stomach-turning CRACK!!]“American, Canadian, it does not matter. Your self-important, ignorant views have no place in the new world. The old regime can no longer stand, a change is coming but first there must be sacrifices. Sergei Sokolov is here, Бог дал, Бог и взял”
[The behemoth once again picks up the broken VIP, blood now curdling from his mouth. He places both thumbs over the eyes of Pascal and presses as hard as he can, a deafening scream can be heard as the camera backs away and fades to black.]THE CIRCUS VS. HANGMAN & MARVOLO
TAG TEAM MATCH
THE SHOW MUST GO ON I
RINGSIDE
“Pick him the-FUCK UP!”
[Alistair orders his Star Attraction and The Painkiller obliges, holding the ravaged Real Number One up…… AND ANOTHER SLAP! Huxley starts blistering him with wicked SLAPS! The fans BOO! but Junior’s helpless here! The Hangman then disposes of Ricardo via Capital Punishment! The Painkiller muscles Big Trouble back into the ring…..] [Junior’s barely moving. With his skin smoking and body broken, he struggles to stand only to EAT another Big Boot from The Manslayer! The Nightmare Anatomy flank The Hangman as he produces the same ominous card that once haunted the little Luchador for weeks.]“What’s the matter? I thought you were too smart for me?” [The Head-Hunter chuckles, flinging that card at him] “You said it yourself, I don’t play fair.”
[Suddenly the arena is suffocated in a familiar blue tinge. A long trapeze cable descends from the sky, wrapping itself around Marvolo, jr.’s neck! He struggles to free himself, only for two more sentiment circus-nooses to lower, binding themselves around his arms. The Painkiller nods. Junior is then gradually lifted to infamy as The Hangman soaks in his long-await victory. Alistair Huxley is beside himself with maniacal laughter!] [GONE.] [In an instant, everyone in the ring vanishes along with the chill in the air. That leaves Ricardo lying in a heap, staring up toward rafters with wide, heartbroken eyes. He can barely speak.]“………. Boss?“
CODY GREER VS. MAS
SINGLES MATCH
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
RINGSIDE
“This isn’t over, American swine!” [Elder begins, spit flying out of his mouth in rage.] “Your pathetic little American fans may cheer you, but Allah will…”
[PARALYZER TO THE ELDER!] [Greer stands to his feet, admiring his handiwork, before turning to face Maaz.] [DITCH DIGGER!] [With both of his foes on the mat, Greer quickly picks up the microphone and looks out to his people.]“Let’s get this fucking trash out of the Tap Room! If you ain’t drinking, you can hit the bricks!”
[The fan returns with a beer for Greer, but the victorious wrestler begins to pour it over the face of The Elder.]“Never forget: Cody mother fucking Greer beat your ass.”
[Greer tosses the empty bottle at the fan, who rushes to get him another. Greer picks up the limp form of the Elder and throws him at the fans on the front row.]“Take care of that shit.”
[The fans pick Elder up over their head, and begin to surf him to the back of the arena. Cody Greer watches with a grin on his face before turning his attention to the hulking form of Maaz Azim Salah. Greer screams out in exertion before he grabs the big man and throws him over his shoulder.]“Somebody better have my fucking beer!” [Greer exclaims.] [Walking up through the crowd after the surfing Elder, Greer walks with the charge of the older man on his shoulders.] [Just like he promised to do, he’s taking out the trash.]
ETHAN EARHART VS. KAITO
SINGLES MATCH
THE DRAGON AND THE STONE
RINGSIDE
“You think you some kind of magician?” [Kaito holds up the now empty vial of ‘Dragon’s Breath’.] “Try defeat me with tricks? You have no honour.”
[Ethan greets him with the smile of a silver fox. He holds his hands up as if apologising for some ‘misunderstanding’.]“You just witnessed again but a mere glimpse of the power I have at my fingertips. I can truly give you the power of a real dragon, sir. All it will cost you is one little stone. The Orient Stone is said to be guarded by the Dragon of the Orient, a feared mythological creature with mysterious powers beyond that understood by man.” [He taps his head, grinning at Kaito as if he had just solved the worlds most difficult riddle.] “I had been searching for mythological creatures, when the real Dragon of the Orient was right in front of me. I know you guard the stone, and I will trade it for the secrets of Dragon Fire. What do you say?”
[Kaito simply cocks his head sideways and looks at the Mad Scientist as if he doesn’t understand him.]“How many times I have to say? There no stone. I don’t know what you talk about. You pick fight with me for nothing!”
[Ethan’s expression turns dark instantly, as if flipping a switch.]“LIES!” [He bellows, pointing a finger of accusation at Kaito.] “Tell me the truth… WHERE IS THE ORIENT STONE? I CRAVE ITS MYSTERIOUS POWERS!”
[Kaito doesn’t answer, simply balls his fist and stands stoically. Ethan reaches inside his jacket and tosses another small object onto the ground, which explodes with a loud bang. Not enough to injure Kaito, but enough to break his focus for a split second. Earthart swoops in… CHEMICAL FACIAL! HE JUST LEVELLED KAITO! Earthart stands towering over him, red with fury and foaming slightly at the mouth.]“WHERE IS THE STONE… BLACK DRAGON?”
[Kaito doesn’t answer. He is unconscious. Earthart kicks him for good measure and takes his leave.]“I will find that stone, if I have to tear this entire place apart to get it!”
THE SHARK VS. THUNK
SINGLES MATCH
AWAKE
RINGSIDE
“These past few weeks I have realized something.”
[He lowers his head, closing and opening his eyes a few times.]“I truly was asleep in my own mind. I was seeing the world from a single stand point and I now realize the error of my ways.”
[Suddenly Manson is cut off as HAtE’s voice booms through the Tap Room. The Nihilist steps down towards the ring, chuckling as he does.]“So, you finally realized that you’re asleep, did you? Took long enough. Maybe now you’ll listen to me and let me awaken you to the Nihilistic truth of the world.”
[HAtE enters the ring and moves towards Manson, the Street Rat’s head still hanging down. HAtE grabs his hair and pulls his head up, trying to get his attention.]“What are you doing? Why must you close your eyes when you’re on the cusp of finally waking up for the first time in your life?”
[He shakes Manson’s head, trying to get an answer when Manson merely chuckles, raising up and looking HAtE in the eye.]“I am awake. But now that I realized that, I know what I must do.”
[UNSPOKEN WORDS! THE DDT PLANS HATE RIGHT INTO THE GROUND!]“I must rebel, I must cause Anarchy, and I must put my only equal to sleep.”
HATE VS. DAVID MANSON
SINGLES MATCH
MOTHER’S WRATH
RINGSIDE
“And they all fall down.”
[Bird scurries between the gaps in the children to crawl into the corner. He curls up in the fetal position to look out for a savior. The Kingpin has made his career out of meddling in everyone else’s business, and for the first time he does not have the advantage over his enemy.] [The hunter has now become prey.] [BZZT!] [The lights flicker once more and the children is gone…] […BUT MOTHER IS HERE!] [Bird tries to scream as Mother’s talonlike hands wrap around his throat, digging into the irritated skin where his beard used to be.]“I thought this is what you wanted.” [Mother comments, only rage in her voice.] “I’ve clipped your wings, and now it’s time to finish the job.”
[With both combatants in the ring, the official signals for the bell.] [The Rewind Championship is on the line!]MOTHER VS. ETHAN BIRD
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
THE SHOW MUST GO ON II
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Behold.”
[The scene opens tight on Alistair Huxley standing under a spotlight in the middle of his ring. It’s the Greatest Show Unearthed, and The Ringmaster has the crowd in the palm of his hands.]“Weeks ago, I advertised to you all a feet of tremendous magnitude. One, only the very bravest could even hope to attempt; a truly death-defying act.” [He motions to the shadows] “In a mere matter of moments, you all will bare witness to Matilda……”
[Cackling, he removes his top hat and gestures to off-stage. This ushers in a drumroll, complete with lights circling in ballyhoo.]“But first, allow me to tantalize your titillating tastebuds for just one second further. Ladies and gentleman, it is my distinct pleasure to introduce our newest act. Debuting soon, marvel at the mysterious and menacing…….. Executioner.] [Suddenly the spotlight jerks away, revealing The Hangman. The audience applauds as he steps out of the darkness, lugging a canvas sack.]
“That’s it. Bring me our esteemed daredevil.”
[The audience watches with batted breath as The Executioner is joined by The Painkiller. The pair then dump out the sack’s contents; a bruised and burned Marvolo, jr. crumbles onto the sawdust floor. He’s practically unconscious. The crowd gasps!]“Please, do not be alarmed. This man only looks half-dead. He’s done this dozens of times before, I assure you.] [Suddenly the house lights flick on, revealing an enormous cannon behind Huxley. It’s pointed directly toward a brick wall with a sloppily-painted target.]
“Ahhhhh, Matilda…… How we’ve all waited for this night.” [He motions to his acts] “Now, if my assistants would please help our newest star into the spotlight, we can finally test his limits to their fullest.”
[The imposing duo hoist Junior up, dragging him over to the cannon’s muzzle. The Painkiller chuckles.]“Talk about testing your limits; that’s a Hell of a grip ya got there. Satisfied?”
“Rarely. That was all just part of the show.” [The Executioner helps Painkiller load him in] “I just couldn’t pass up that opportunity. Much like the opportunity The Ringmaster offered me; sweet revenge against this miserable little man! We all have own agendas, you know?] [Big Trouble drops into the cannon’s mouth with an ominous thud. The Painkiller grins.]
“You’re gonna fit in just fine.”
[With the cannon loaded, Alistair lights the fuse, asking the audience for a countdown.]“TEN!”
“NINE!”
“EIGHT!”
“SEVEN!”
“SIX!”
“FIVE!”
“FOUR!”
“THREE!”
“TWO!”
[VOOMP!] [The cannon kicks back, firing Junior directly into the unforgiving brick wall! The little Luchador’s body slams onto the floor, deadweight.]“One.”
[Alistair whispers his name, delighting in his attraction’s success. Everyone erupts with cheers! The scene then ends with the audience showering the ring with raucous, deafening applause as Huxley and his two strongest acts proudly stand together.] [Marvolo, jr. is motionless.]DOCTOR PANAX VS. THE HORROR
SINGLES MATCH
“Horror, get out here right now,” [he screams down the microphone.] “You wanted this fight. You demanded this fight and now you’re going to get it. Don’t make me come back there and find you. You won’t like me when I’m angry, none of you will like me when I’m angry!”
[Suddenly the lights in the arena flash unexpectedly.] [Bright strobes of light flash back and forth in the middle of the darkness, aimed at the middle of the ring. The Doctor starts screaming in agony, his face shown between flashes of light and darkness, contorted in anguish and pain.] [The lights then abruptly stop.] [Flash.] [They’re so bright when they return that no-one quite understands what has happened. In the middle of the ring kneels The Horror. He’s wearing the cardigan that belonged to Doctor Panax, only it’s ripped and strewn across his large frame, draping off him in parts like it never really fit at all.] [The fans murmur in shock and awe.] [Doctor Panax IS The Horror.]“Holy shit… Holy shit… Holy shit!”
[What the fuck?] [He steps over the top rope and into the crowd, swatting people down and away as he goes. The fans start running for their lives, diving behind tables and escaping towards the exit as this Monster angrily exits the building, leaving carnage in his wake.] [After all this time, there was a reason we had never seen The Horror and Doctor Panax in the same location at the same time. There was a reason they never came face to face in the middle of this ring. That reason was because they are one in the same; Jekyll and Hyde.] [No-one can quite believe what we’ve just witnessed here.]REMORSE
BACKSTAGE
“Hey man, everything okay? You need some help or so—“
[Shark shoves the man out of his way as he crashes through the door, entering the restroom before he leaps to the nearest sink. He looks into the mirror, his eyes blood red as he tilts his head in confusion. He starts to speak, but no words come out…only vomit, as he quickly lunges his head into the sink. We focus on the mirror as we hear the sound of Shark losing his lunch. Suddenly, the door opens as another young man walks into a horrifying scene. He takes one look and screams as he bolts back out the way he came in. After a moment, Shark lifts his head back up, a look of bewilderment on his face as he starts washing the paint off his face. He is visibly shaken at what is happening, nearly in tears as he looks into the mirror once more…and he simply cannot believe his eyes.] [His eyes are no longer blood red, but a tender shade of blue. No longer do his eyes burn with rage or hunger, they now yearn for forgiveness and even love. These are not the eyes of a Predator, these are the eyes of a man whose day of reckoning has come at long last. For the first time in months, these eyes show concern. These eyes show worry. These eyes show fear.] [These eyes show remorse.]DOUBT VS. SMILEY
SINGLES MATCH
EXIT KNOCK KNOCK
RINGSIDE
“The Asylum is over, Smiley. Our family has been divided.”
[Smiley just hangs his head before his hands cling to his disheveled hair as if trying to wish it untrue.]“However, spending a month away from you has made me realize one thing.”
[Smiley looks up, nearly at the verge of tears of frustration.]“I doubt that I can survive without you.”
[Smiley’s face finally shows the one thing that’s been missing for so long…] [Hope.]“Smiley, will you be my partner?”
[A gleeful expression crosses the face of Smiley as he lunges forward and squeezes The Masked Emotion. He suddenly realizes he didn’t answer and grabs the microphone.]“Yes! Yes! Knock Knock shall never die, my partner!”
[The two seem in jubilee as they exit the ring together as they’ve done so many times before.] [As partners.]FRANK HARRISON VS. TOMMY HAWK
SINGLES MATCH
“Tonight, I’m going to put my employee in his place,” [Harrison says with a grin.] “Tonight, one week before I become Showcase Champion, I’m going to show him just the reason why I’m his savior.”
[He turns to Hawk.]“Kneel,” [he demands.] [Tommy reluctantly knees before him.]
“Good dog. Now lay down.”
[Hawk looks up at him, his eyes full of rage and sadness, in a mixture unlike anything we’ve seen from him before. The fans are booing, telling him to not to do it, but he has no choice.] [He lays down.]“Tonight, just like next week, you’re going to do your job, Tommy. Because if I don’t walk out of Monday Night Showcase as its new Champion, I’m going to send you to jail, lock you up and throw away the key myself. Now get a referee in here, I have a match to win.] [A referee slides straight into the ring and rings the bell, watching as Harrison places a foot atop the chest of Tommy Hawk and arrogantly pins him. One… Two… Three. He takes away his foot, straightens his eye and demands the referee raise his hand, which he does.] [Harrison continues.] “You work for me, Hawk. I make the decisions. I tell you when to jump and you ask how high. I hope you’ve learned your lesson because next week, I will become the new Showcase Champion and you will count he three that makes it happen. Now get to your feet, you’re embarrassing yourself.] [Hawk slowly gets up, following Harrison as he drops the microphone and exits the ring.]
NOT EQUALS
BACKSTAGE
“Bow to your King!” [He demands.] [But no-one moves.]
“Enough of this,” [Lane yells, pushing him backwards.] “Tonight, we’re all equals. Do you understand me? We’re not slaves, we’re not King’s and we’re not peasants.”
[Suddenly, the lights go off.] [When they return, Hysteria is stood amongst them, sledgehammer in hand and World Championship around waist.]“We are not equals,” [Hysteria hisses with a depth of rage.] “Because I am your OSW World Champion.”
[Mike Lane steps forward.]“For now.”
[Then Tommy steps forward.]“For now.”
[Lane looks at Hawk, then at Hysteria, all three men sharing an awkward silence as they realize that there’s a trifecta of Championship opportunity and desire amongst them.] [Rose tries to intervene.]“Guys, we’ve all sacrificed to get here. We’ve all given everything to prove we’re some of the best athletes on this roster. Some of us have given a little more than others,” [he remarks to Hysteria, eluding to his family.] “And some are still serving evil against their will,” [she says looking to Hawk.] “But winning tonight is about proving we’re the best, despite that.”
[Nigel Royal scoffs.] “Tonight is about crushing those lowly maggots. It’s about destroying false Knights and reigning supreme over my Kingdom. Tonight is about-“ [Hawk interrupts.] “Tonight is about honor.” [Everyone looks at each other for a moment, taking in the faces of their partners, who’re usually their opposition. Mike Lane grimaces whilst looking at Hysteria, who simply tilts his head. Hawk meanwhile lingers in the background.]JENSEN CUSSEN VS. JACOB PHOENIX
SINGLES MATCH
A NEW VOICE
BACKSTAGE
“Who does he think he is to barricade us in this room?”
[Lazarus rolls his eyes.] “Your leadership landed us here. It was your idea to go and invade Monday Night Showcase.”“Hold on, you followed,” [Bruce interrupts.]
“No, we came to protect our team.” [Bellator sets the record straight with his arms folded.] “And if we hadn’t, those security officers would have made quick work of you.”
[The tensions are starting to rise inside the room, once again becoming heated; that’s until Neville Sheldon stands up, angry.]“Enough!” [The tiny man screams.] “I’ve had enough! I agreed to join this team because Nigel Royal demanded that we hand over titles we no longer have in our possession,” [he says pointing to the belts around Lazarus and Lux’s waists, respectively.] “And I followed you to Showcase because I was afraid Hysteria might come after me again,” [Neville admits, looking towards North.] “But now I’m finished with it. We don’t need a leader to lead us into ‘battle’ and if we did, neither of you are fit for the task.”
[Viktor North stands up, getting in Sheldon’s face.]“Go on, hit me,” [he begs.] “Hit me and I’ll walk straight over to The Chief’s office and hand in a transfer request to Monday Night Showcase. Do it, go on!”
[North seems taken back.]“That’s what I thought. We’re a team without a leader and-“
[Lazarus stands up, placing his hand on the shoulder of Neville.]“You’re wrong, Neville Sheldon,” [he admits with a shameful bow of the head.] “We do have a leader; You.”
[That surprises Neville, and especially Bruce, who frowns oddly in the background. Sheldon doesn’t know what to say but glances over at North, who nods in agreement.]“Fine, then this is what we’re going to do.”
[Cut.]JAKE JECKEL VS. JACK JECKEL
[This feud between two brothers comes to a head here tonight at Face/Off as the two Juggalos circle one another waiting for the match to start. As the bell rings, the two rush to the center of the ring…]
[Jake and Jack clash in the middle with fists flying back and forth with furious vengeance! Jack begins to get the upper hand and forces Jake back to the ropes. He mounts the middle turnbuckle and hammers Jake to the ten count! Jack moves and Jake stumbles from the corner… RUNNING BULLDOG! Jake is buried into the mat… One… kickout with force! Jack rips Jake up by the hair and throws him into the ropes. As he returns, Jack kicks him in the gut on the runs! Jake doubles over. Jack grabs him up… BOOGEYMAN BOMB!! One… Two… Thre… KICKOUT!]
[Jake barely gets the shoulder up! Jack is furious and yells at the referee with three fingers in the air. He turns around to grabs Jake again but… JUGGA-BLOW!! Jack immediately drops to his knees. Jake gets quickly to his feet just to bend down and nail Jack in the face with a Huge three-point stance charge! Jack’s nose busts open from the shoulder block! Blood is pouring onto the mat as Jake gets a grin on his painted face. He pulls Jack up and PONY DOWN! The Chokeslam Backbreaker makes Jack forget all about the bloody nose… One… Two… Three!!!]
[NO!!! Jack kicks out and it’s Jake’s turn to be furious! He pulls Jack up once more onto his shoulders and THE HATCHET!!! One… Two… Thre…..ANOTHER KICKOUT!! Jake cannot believe it and looks stunned that his brother managed to kick out of that! He gets to his feet and goes to pull Jack up, but Jack with his own JUGGA-BLOW!! Jake is down on his knees… JACK IN THE BOX!! Jake is out on the mat! One… Two… THRE….KICKOUT!!! Both brothers refuse to lose! Jack scoops up Jake. He goes for another BOOGEYMAN BO…. Jake reverses! ANOTHER HATCHET!! One… Two…. THREE!!!!]
[Jake pulls off the victory over his brother. He lays there across his brother before finally climbing to his feet and looking down at Jack. Finally he rolls out of the ring and walks away, leaving Jack to gather himself.]
RED RAW
OUTSIDE THE ARENA
“Why do we need him?” [Cussen asks.] “He’s trouble.”
[Jonah pulls back his hand and forcibly slaps him around the face. Cussen snaps back, but resigns himself to defeat.]“You’re not to ask questions, boy,” [he barks.] “You do as you’re told. And if you had done as you were told, he would be but a memory in the rear view.”
“I’m sorry.”
[Another forceful slap stops him once again.]“I don’t want your apologies, maggot. What I want is for you to take this boy back to our old family home. It’s time we made him a member of the family, isn’t it?”
[Having learned his lesson, Jensen simply nods – only that draws yet one more thunderous slap from Jonah, turning his right hand cheek a dark shade of red.]“You address me with words and as sir, do you understand me?”
[Cussen stands up straight.] “Yes, sir.” [Jonah suddenly injects him with something, tossing him into the back of the van with Phoenix as he does. With a big smile on his face, he walks around the van and gets in the drivers seat, driving off.]BRENT KERSH VS. THE SCARECROW
VHS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
HOME
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Welcome home, boys,” [Jonah says as they awaken to see their surroundings.] “It has been a long journey hasn’t it? Tonight, you two fought as bitter enemies, but now that you’ve submitted to me, you are brothers.”
[Jacob looks utterly beaten. He looks towards Cussen, who glares.]“But I will not be the man that leads you. I am but a tool, wielded in his hands. He asked me to take you two lumps of clay and shape you. I have done that.”
[Everything has led to this moment. Jonah isn’t the father, and these aren’t his boys. He smiles that sinister and gruesome smile, before stepping back into the shadows.] [A figure soon appears beside him. We can’t make him out. He offers Jonah a handshake and he accepts, before turning around and walking away.] [The figure’s piercing face peers out of the darkness, staring Jensen Cussen and Jacob Phoenix down like prey.]“Welcome to The Family.”
[The camera pans around slowly, revealing the bearded and equally as sinister face as before.] [D.T.R] [He laughs sadistically, offering two hands – one to each man. They reach out and accept, being pulled to their feet. They all close in, placing their heads together with DTR’s hands behind theirs, pushing them into his.]“And welcome home, boys.”
[Flash.] [Laughter.] [Cut.]MONDAY NIGHT SHOWCASE VS. VHS
[As all ten wrestlers congregate in their corners of the ring, it’s time for the Main Event. Tonight, we will find out which brand is superior. The Team Captains will kick this thing off; Mike Lane and Neville Sheldon both entering the ring.]
[The bell sounds and we’re underway. Both men circle each other cautiously, Mike Lane snatching Sheldon into a quick side Headlock. He wrenches down on it, Sheldon backing him into the ropes and sending him across the ring. As the Shadow returns, he’s caught with a Big Shoulder Block by The Nerd. Both men pop back to their feet, Lane ducking a Clothesline attempt and swooping in with a Back Body Drop that plants poor Neville directly on the back of his head. Lane pops back up, hits the ropes and ROLLING IN THE FAST LANE! He connects with the Rolling Thunder and goes straight for the cover… One… Two… Kick Out!]
[The former World Champion drags Sheldon over to his corner and looks for tag, Nigel Royal eagerly slapping him on the chest to accept. The Shadow reluctantly lifts Neville’s arm up, allowing The King an easy and cheap shot to the mid-section. The Nerd stumbles backwards, only Nigel keeps on top of him with right and left hands before whipping him across the ring and driving a knee into his mid-section that sends him rolling over to the canvas. The King doesn’t cover, he instead raises his arms, listening to the boos that reign down upon him. This gives Sheldon a second to recover and he rolls Royal up from behind… One…. Two…. Kick Out! Neville quickly starts crawling to his corner, making it there just in time to tag in Bruce Van Chan.]
[Royal stops his pursuit and begs off, pleading with Bruce not to hurt him – the distraction enough for a vile Low Blow that the referee somehow didn’t see. Nigel snatches at his arm, driving him down into the canvas with THE DUNGEONS OF LONDON! The Crossface is applied and there’s no-where to go. Bruce has to tap out. His hand reaches the canvas, but instead of tapping, he rolls sideways, pinning Nigel to the mat. One…. Two… Kick Out! In kicking out, King Royal has to release the hold. They both get back to their feet, Bruce ducking a wild Clothesline and pulling him close and into a DDT. He could cover but doesn’t, instead getting back to his feet and tagging in Viktor North.]
[North enters the fray and starts stomping down on Royal. He stomps on his hands, legs, arms and face before finally stopping to walk it dry. The Viking kneels over him next, blasting away at his face with vicious right hands until he’s finally had enough. North drags the King back to his feet and scoops him up, throwing him overhead with a Release Overhead Suplex. Royal bounces off the canvas, rolling immediately to the outside and holding his arched back. Viktor though isn’t going to stand by and follows behind him, chasing Nigel around the ring until he slides under the bottom rope. The Viking follows, being Dropkicked low to the face almost immediately.]
[The King gets back to his feet, tapping his head as if he’s of supreme intelligence before kicking North hard in the face as he tries to get back up. Royal quickly grabs him, connecting with a Snap Suplex towards his corner before making the tag. Here comes Stephanie Rose, who runs and drops a knee right across his face, rolling away and back to her feet. She quickly drops into the cover… One… Two… Kick out! The fans boo, but North won’t care about that. Rose helps him back to his feet, nailing him with a forearm that spins him around and INTO A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE! HOLY FUCK, HE ALMOST TOOK HER HEAD OFF! Viktor covers… ONE…. TWO… THREE! NO! KICK OUT!]
[He quickly gets up, going to his corner and angrily slapping Lazarus to tag him in. The Warrior of God catches Rose as she gets back to her feet, connecting with another Clothesline. She quickly gets back up and walks into a huge Overhead Drop as Lazarus picks up steam. He bounces into the ropes and as Stephanie gets back up, dives at her with a Crossbody, connecting perfectly. He’s on a roll here, but wait a minute, here comes Mike Lane! Lane storms the ring, driving a boot into the mid-section of Lazarus and before you know it, hell has erupted. Everyone enters, North and Hawk go barrelling over the top rope with a Double Clothesline. Hysteria and Sheldon come to blows, The Nerd tossing Hysteria through the middle ropes and following him to the outside.]
[The ring is quickly emptying, Mike Lane being tossed over by Lux Bellator who has Lazarus’ back. King Royal and Bruce Van Chan meanwhile brawl outside the ring, bouncing off the barricades as they fight. Lazarus gets back to his feet, waiting for Stephanie to get back to hers. He’s going to try and put her away. He reaches out with the TONGAN DEATH GRIP! BUT WAIT! NO! HIS HAND IS GRABBED BEFORE HE EVER MAKES IT! HE’S SPUN AROUND.. DISCIPLE MAKER! DISCIPLE MAKER! LUX BELLATOR JUST FUCKING NAILED HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER WITH A FUCKING FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER! Lux rolls away, smirking. What the fuck was that about? Rose doesn’t know what to do until Bellator points down at Lazarus and says ‘Pin him’. She doesn’t need another invitation, pinning one half of the Tag Team Champions… One…. Two…. Three! Lazarus has been eliminated and by God, it was all down to Lux Bellator!]
[Order is quickly restored as North pushes Lux away, demanding to know what the fuck just happened. Lux though simply rolls to the outside, walking away. The fans can’t believe it. What the hell has come over Lux Bellator? He heads to the backstage as referee’s check on Lazarus, making sure he’s okay after that devastating Piledriver. VHS are down to three now and this whole thing has imploded. Viktor North tries to pick up the pieces, taking Rose into a Side Headlock. She pushes him away though and when he turns, nails him with a Spinning Heel Kick. Stephanie drags him by the boot to her corner the best she can and tags in King Royal. The King stalks The Viking, ready and waiting with the Dungeon of London. North gets back up and is grabbed, only he kicks him hard in the gut, breaking the grip and running to the ropes…GUNGIR!! HE JUST FUCKING SPEARED NIGEL ROYAL OUT OF HIS GOD DAMN BOOTS! HE COVERS… ONE…. TWO… THREE! KICK OUT! Royal barely kicks out! North quickly rolls away, tagging in Bruce Van Chan!]
[Bruce nails Royal as he gets back to his feet with a series of right hands, beating the holy crap out of him as the fans cheer. He sends him into the ropes and GOODNIGHT! CUTTER OUT OF NO-WHERE! Bruce could make a huge difference here! He climbs the top rope, looking for the SHOT THROUGH THE HEART BUT WAIT A MINUTE, WHO THE FUCK IS THAT!? RUNNING DOWN THE RAMPWAY IS SOMEONE IN FULL KNIGHT ATTIRE! HE HOPS ONTO THE APRON AND PUSHES BRUCE VAN CHAN OFF! HE PUSHES VAN CHAN OFF THE APRON AND INTO THE RING! Nigel gets back to his feet, smirking. “Now that’s what you call a real Knight,” he screams, taunting Van Chan who stirs. Just then, Nigel snaps at his arm and DUNGEONS OF LONDON! DUNGEONS OF LONDON!! The Bloodline to Greatness squeezes in the hold with everything he has as the Knight removes his helmet, right in the eyeline of Bruce. IT’S MARVOLO! MARVOLO HAS FUCKING RETURNED! CLINK, MOTHER FUCKER! CLINK! BRUCE VAN CHAN SCREAMS IN AGONY WHILST LOOKING IN THE EYES OF MARVOLO AND HE HAS TO TAP! HE TAPS! BRUCE VAN CHAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!]
[Oh my God. It’s Neville Sheldon and Viktor North against the whole of Monday Night Showcase. Royal releases the hold on Van Chan, who rolls away, giving The King a chance to celebrate with Marvolo who now enters the ring. Just then, Bruce is up, dropped helmet in hand… HELMET TO THE FACE OF MARVOLO! KING ROYAL RUNS AT HIM… HELMET TO THE FACE OF NIGEL ROYAL TOO! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! BRUCE VAN CHAN THROWS THE WEAPON DOWN TO A RAPTEROUS APPLAUSE AS VIKTOR NORTH ENTERS THE RING AND COVERS… ONE….. TWO…. THREE! KING ROYAL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!]
[This match is now a 4 on 2 situation and Bruce Van Chan has just kept his team in this one. North gets back to his feet and beckons in Rose. She enters and he runs… GUNGIR! NO!! STEPHANIE SIDESTEPS! HE TURNS BACK AROUND, KICK TO THE GUT… SPRINGBOARD… GUNGIR IN MID-AIR!! OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! STEPHANIE ROSE WAS JUST SPEARED IN MID-AIR BY VIKTOR NORTH WHO TOOK HER THE FUCK OUT! SURELY THAT HAS TO BE IT! HE COVERS…. ONE….. TWO…. THREE! VIKTOR NORTH WITH SUCCESSIVE ELIMINATIONS! HE’S JUST ELIMINATED STEPHANIE ROSE AND KING ROYAL! The Viking has been extremely impressive here tonight, but he’s tired. He tags in Neville Sheldon who comes face to face with Mike Lane.]
[It’s three versus two and Mike Lane shares a handshake with Neville Sheldon before both men lock up. They twist and turn, Lane taking Sheldon into a Side Headlock and transition that by floating over to the canvas. Sheldon uses his legs to capture the neck of Lane, forcing him backwards to release the hold and both men are back to their feet. They run at each other, but North secretly makes the tag! Sheldon doesn’t know it and ducks under a Clothesline attempt… BOOK SMART!! BOOK SMART TO MIKE LANE!! IT’S LOCKED IN BUT NEVILLE SHELDON ISN’T THE LEGAL MAN! THE REFEREE EXPLAINS AND HE RELEASES THE HOLD, NORTH ENTERING THE RING! North and Sheldon share a look but that’s interrupted by a FUCKING SHADOWKICK! SHADOWKICK TO VIKTOR NORTH!! MIKE LANE COVERS…. ONE…. TWO…. THREE! VIKTOR NORTH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!]
[It’s Neville Sheldon against the world. Can you believe this? VHS have imploded here tonight. Mike Lane gets back to his feet, only standing behind him is Hysteria. The World Champion grabs him, turns him and CODEBREAKER!! THE LOST HOPE TO MIKE LANE! OH FUCK! WE THOUGHT IT WAS JUST VHS WHO HAD IMPLODED BUT MONDAY NIGHT SHOWCASE ISN’T FAR BEHIND! Neville Sheldon Clotheslines Hysteria out of the ring, knowing he has no choice but to cover… One…. Two…. Three! Mike Lane has been eliminated and much like the majority of this match, he has his own team to thank for it! These guys have simply not been able to get along here tonight. We’re down to a two versus one and Tommy Hawk hasn’t even gotten into the ring yet.]
[Hysteria gets back onto the apron, demanding that Hawk take action. Hawk enters, standing across from an exhausted Neville Sheldon. They circle each other, Hysteria though dropping off the apron so Hawk can’t make a tag. They lock up, Tommy tossing him into the ropes and connecting with a Clothesline on the return. He pops back up, walking into a Scoop Slam that’s accompanied by a leaping Elbow. Tommy is rolling now and gears up for the Scalp! Only wait, Hysteria slides into the ring with the World Championship! No, not again! He runs at Hawk, but Tommy see’s it coming and ducks… THE SCALP TO HYSTERIA! THE SCALP TO HYSTERIA! HE GOT IT ALL! THE FANS ROAR, BUT SHELDON HAS TO TAKE HIS CHANCE AND ROLLS HAWK UP… ONE….. TWO….. THREE! TOMMY HAWK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AND ONCE AGAIN, HYSTERIA IS AT FAULT!]
[The fans boo as Tommy rolls to the outside, absolutely enraged. He wants with every fibre to put Hysteria down for what he’s done but if he does, Monday Night Showcase will certainly lose this match. Hysteria and Sheldon slowly get back up, knowing this entire contest now comes down to between them. The World Champion has his belt still and as he gets back up, looks to once again swing it – this time at Sheldon’s head. Neville somehow ducks, leaping into the air with a NERD KNOCK OUT! NKO! CUTTER!! He covers… ONE…. TWO…. THREE! KICK OUT! HYSTERIA KICKS OUT! The Mad Mastermind is not ready to lose this match for Monday Night Showcase yet. Both he and Sheldon get back to their feet… CODEBREAKER! THE LOST HOPE!! HE GOT IT! INTO THE COVER… ONE…. TWO…. THREE!! NO!! SHELDON KICKS OUT!]
[This is unbelievable! How is Neville Sheldon kicking out? Hysteria slams his fists down on the canvas, scooping The Nerd back up. He grabs him… PACKAGE… PILEDRIVER! THE MOCKERY! THE MOCKERY! He covers again…. Surely now… ONE…. TWO…. THREE! NO! KICK OUT! KICK OUT AGAIN!! Hysteria can’t fucking believe this. What does he have to do to put this kid away? He gets up and grabs his World Championship, only the referee snatches it away, refusing to let him use it. He angrily turns around and Neville scoops him up… BODY SLAM!! HE RUNS INTO THE ROPES… GIANT LEGDROP!! WRRESSSTTTLEMMAAANNIIIAAAA!!! The Nerd is starting to feel it. He’s exhausted and gets back to his feet, pleading for Hysteria to get back up and he does. He’s going for it… he runs and drops the knee, reaching for the Book Smart – but no, Hysteria spins around… Neville stands… THE LOST HOPE! ANOTHER FUCKING LOST HOPE! TAT HAS TO BE IT! THE WORLD CHAMPION COVERS… ONE…. TWO… THREE! MONDAY NIGHT SHOWCASE HAVE WON THIS WAR!]
[What a match! Hysteria brings home the victory, but only after he screwed Mike Lane. So much happened here tonight. Lux Bellator turned on Lazarus, Marvolo returned, Hysteria turned on Mike Lane and Viktor North did the unthinkable – three times. What a match and wat a victory for Monday Night Showcase.]
A FEAST FOR THE CROWS
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“Where their eyes don’t go…”
[A devilish grin appears upon the face of The Hayman, accompanied by a deep and devastating laughter.] [Cut.]