SIGIL & DEATHNOTE
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
As candles illuminate the now permanent altar of Deathnote in the boiler room, The Author sits in a large wooden chair, rocking back and forth.
[ Sigil ] “We need to talk”
The voice of Sigil interrupts the silence, but as he approaches, Deathnote remains in his seat.
[ Deathnote ] “I wondered how long it’d be before you showed up.”
[ Sigil ] “There’s something about Cael Gable and you know what it is. He came after you to find out and you refused to tell him. I want to know whatever the hell it is he wants to know.”
Deathnote finally stands, rubbing his throat.
[ Deathnote ] “I don’t answer to you, Planeswalker.”
The Collector approaches, placing his hands on the altar.
[ Sigil ] “He’s dangerous, motivated and above all else, aligned with zealots. Whatever you refused to tell him has pushed him over the edge and enough is enough.”
[ Deathnote ] “Why’d you even care?”
[ Sigil ] “Because I stopped him from fighting you before Revolt and he came after me last week as punishment.”
The Author smiles a sinister smile and takes a seat back in his chair, this time putting his feet up nonchalantly.
[ Sigil ] “If this is how it’s going to be, you’re going to have more than Sir Gable to deal with.”
[ Deathnote ] “I know.”
The Collector thinks about it for a moment and slowly backs away.
NAFALMGIR vs. LUCY SERAPHINA
After crash landing into The Slaughterhouse, Nafalmgir makes his debut looking to topple Lucy Seraphina!
Nafalmgir gets the jump on Seraphina at the outset, leveling the Angelic Assassin with a lariat! Looking to use the size advantage in his favor, the Ascendant immediately brings Seraphina back to her feet. Sending her into the corner, Nafalmgir charges at full speed…but Seraphina dodges at the last second!
Nafalmgir collides with the turnbuckle as a result, giving Seraphina an opening she exploits with a dropkick that ensures the Iceborne Axe is kept in the corner. She runs to the ropes, using the momentum to deliver a tornado DDT that drives Nafalmgir right into the canvas with a thud!
With the big man down, Seraphina goes for the cover…but Nafalmgir kicks out at two, shoving the Angel of Wisdom off her with authority! Nafalmgir is back on his feet, but so too is Seraphina…who catches the Lord of Gar Ronen with a swinging neckbreaker! VAMPIRE’S BLOOD! NAFALMGIR IS DOWN!
The big man is slow to get back to his feet, much to the annoyance of Seraphina, who is ready to end this match as she rushes the Ascendant…who catches her with a boot to the gut before delivering a nasty powerbomb! RETRIBUTION! Nafalmgir with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
After a very tough battle, Nafalmgir makes a big impression with a win in his OSW debut!
CORVUS & ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
We find Corvus backstage, preparing for his match later tonight. He is stretching and rolling his neck, until suddenly the quiet preparation is broken.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “Avast ye!”
The shout comes from the Terror of the Seven Seas, as he appears in shot.
[ Corvus ] “And what is it I can help you with?”
Corvus appears calm and collected, having gathered himself since Rust Out.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “Aye, well I came to check you understood my message loud and clear.”
Corvus looks at him closely, a quizzical look crossing his face.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “I have nothing at all to hide, so you can give up, and call off the search hounds…”
[ Corvus ] “Fine. I’ll back off for now. Is that what you want to hear?”
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “Sure, me hearty. Besides, pirates have long held a reputation for hiding secrets. You’d never find anything even if there was anything to find.”
And quicker than he entered the scene, Israel Grimwolf leaves again. But that last statement has caught Corvus’ attention, and there’s now a twinkle in the eye.
[ Corvus ] “I wonder…”
TENCHU AND BANZAN
In the forests of Japan, we see Banzan and Tenchu in a small clearing. Tenchu seems a little frustrated as he’s going through a traditional set of Kata. Banzan is matching him each time, training together.
[ Tenchu ] “I know all of this, Banzan-sensei. These techniques are not new, so why must I repeat these things I have done for centuries?”
Banzan performs the next few kata forms, before stopping and looking at the Metal Shadow.
[ Banzan ] “We train not to prepare our bodies, but to focus our minds. This is where you have fallen off, just because your body knows the motions, your mind is still weak.”
Tenchu glares at the Mountain, angry at the accusations. Tenchu grabs his sword and unsheaths it.
[ Banzan ] “I see you require a demonstration, then. Clearly you learned nothing from ReVolt.”
Tenchu goes to strike, but using one of the kata they just practiced, Banzan blocks the strike before performing Tiger Claw. Tenchu is still angered and goes for another slash, only for Banzan to throw the Robotic Samurai to the ground. Banzan pulls a fist, ready to deal a final blow.
[ Banzan ] “Do you get it now? You knew all of the motions to block what you tried to do, and yet you fell right into them because of your anger at a few simple words.”
Tenchu sits up, now more angry at himself than Banzan.
[ Banzan ] “I promised I’d make you better than you have been, and to reach the potential your creators sought. We don’t do that by jumping ahead, but starting at the beginning and working our way back up.”
Tenchu nods his head, understanding the lesson that Banzan taught. The Metal Shadow rises to his feet once again, bows towards Banzan and they begin their kata training once again.
As Tenchu goes through his motions, Banzan looks off behind them as two shadowy forms peak through the dark, watching them. Banzan scans them, trying to figure out who is there, but the two quickly duck back out of sight.
VIPER ROBERTS vs. KAINE KNIGHTLORD
The Head Snake coils back as Kaine gets onto his knees… ODE TO—DENIED! The Dark Detective pulls out of the DDT. He grabs Viper’s arm… Ripcord clothesline, followed by a Northern lariat – Roberts wades into the BLOODY STREAM! Kaine heaves him up… Pumphandle brainbuster to the knee – there’s gonna be a BLOOD DRIVER! He covers him. ONE… TWO… SHOULDER UP!
Knightlord is incensed; he came this close to pinning the OSW Champion! He yanks Viper to his feet, hooking the arms – NIGHT RAID!? NO! Roberts spins out of the Killswitch—SNAKE OIL! Viper spits a mouthful of burning venom into the face of Kaine! ODE TO THE SNAKE – he drops him with the DDT! Roberts pins him. ONE… TWO… THR—KICKOUT!
Viper kicks the ropes in frustration. He goes to pick Kaine up… Hell’s Gate, Hell’s Gate – CRIMSON VOW! Knightlord traps him in the submission. Roberts thrashes desperately… ROPE BREAK! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR—Kaine releases him. Viper begs off as Kaine advances… SNAKEBITE!? NO! Knightlord counters the wraparound neckbreaker. NIGHT RAID – he flips the killswitch! Kaine covers him. ONE… TWO… THREE!
Kaine Knightlord sinks his teeth into Viper Roberts.
[ Albert Shaw ] “You’re a stupid cunt, you know that?”
[ Zero ] “You tryna talk shit? You need me to program the word ‘dodge’ into that jailbait brain, prison bitch?”
Zero and Albie Shaw trade words back and forth backstage, fingers jabbed into chests as they bicker.
[ Zero ] “We would’ve taken down those Jet Set Fucktards if you weren’t such a pussy.”
[ Albert Shaw ] “You wanna go, Zero? Cause I ain’t got a problem makin’ you look worse than Royal’s corpse!”
Both members of BMF look like they’re about to come to blows! But suddenly a voice rings out, causing them to stop in their tracks.
[ Pyre ] “We get it, both your dicks are above average.”
Pyre walks forwards, her arm wrapped around Luke Storm who’s using her to support himself. Still a sickly white, Storm collapses into a nearby chair, looking up at the rest of BMF. His horrid appearance immediately disarms Zero and Shaw who look to their sickly comrade.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Yeah, we’ve got bigger problems than that store. Like… this.”
Storm looks up, lifting up his glasses to reveal the slightest bit of blood peaking out from his eyelids.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Simon gave me a partial dose of the cure. I know he’s got the rest-”
[ Albert Shaw ] “I wouldn’t say that. Back at the store that acid dropping twit mentioned he had something for you.”
[ Zero ] “Wiz? That mother fucker’s dumb as shit. Simon didn’t give him a damn thing.”
For once, Shaw and Zero agree on something as Albie nods his head.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Maybe. He’d be pretty fuckin’ stupid to just tell me, wouldn’t he?”
[ Pyre ] “Or maybe he’s just smart enough to try and play games with us. Simon and Wiz might have it… so what do we do?”
Albie cracks his neck, smirking.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Tell you what, Storm. You leave Simon to me. I’ll break that scrawny fucker’s neck.”
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “And you’ll leave Wiz to me. He shouldn’t be a problem.”
Shaw nods his head, looking to Pyre and Zero who cross their arms.
[ Pyre ] “That means we got dickhead and food fetish. We done bickering or do I need to give you something else to agree on?”
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “I’d say we have plenty to agree on.”
[ Pyre ] “And what’s that?”
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Fuck Simon.”
The rest of bMf nod.
[ Pyre ] “Fuck Simon.”
[ Albert Shaw ] “Fuck Simon.”
[ Zero ] “Fuck Simon.”
SIR RENAULT vs. SIMON
The scene is set to savour a stupendous Slaughterhouse sizzler. Simon or Sir Renault? Sanity or Sanctity? Let’s play!
Sir Renault slides across the surface of the ring, slipping serpent-like arms around the sneaky Simon. Smothering The Taskmaster securely in his grasp, the sanctimonious sergeant smokes the cerebral soothsayer with a scintillating series of suplexes, specifically THE HOLY TRINITY. Shoulders sandwiched to the sound of a ONE…TWO…KICKOUT!!!
The Last Crusader smoothly shifts a supine Simon into a standing stance. Summoning the superpower of his sacred saviour, Sir Renault sanctions Simon with a sequence of slaps. Successfully, sly Simon slides away and seizing his sovereignty slashes at Sir with a spinning backfist….GAMBIT!!! Darth Jesus sinks. Simon smiles, shrewdly scanning the scene….CATALAN OPENING….Stupendous strike that shudders the skull of Sir Renault.
Simon stands assuredly over his stunned assailant, snatching up his legs and snapping into CHECKMATE. Savagely squeezing the strength, the submission is sealed shut. Sir Renault is sapped, certain to succumb to Simon’s sinister signature. Suddenly Sir Renault is saved. Was it Divine Intervention? Something spurred Sir Renault to salvage his situation and seize the bottom rope.
Surprised and unsatisfied, a sulky Simon seeks the same situation only for the sanctimonious Sir to switch the scene to his superiority…THE PENTANGLE…sinful Simon has his shoulders shoved to the canvas for his scarcity of piety….ONE….TWO…THREEE…NO!!! Simon separates…or so it seemed. Superbly, Sir Renault subdues the sage to the sweet song of chastity and Simon taps out!
Sir Renault subjugates Simon with a submission surprise!
We see Nafalmgir pacing the halls of The Slaughterhouse muttering to himself.
[ Nafalmgir ] “She has to be wrong, there must be a reason I’m here, I climbed 42 floors of that dark tower. If I didn’t let that tower of annihilation destroy me, I won’t let her, or this place do it either.”
An unrecognizable voice startles Nafalmgir.
[ Stranger ] “It’s destroyed greater than you, you know?”
Nafalmgir looks up to see a stranger.
But we know him as Sir Vant.
[ Nafalmgir ] “You don’t even know me; how can you say that?”
[ Sir Vant ] “Are you greater than a god?”
Nafalmgir looks down.
[ Nafalmgir ] “No, admittedly I am not. What kind of place I am dealing with stranger?”
[ Sir Vant ] “It’s a place full of powerful men and women. A source of wonder and danger.”
[ Nafalmgir ] “How powerful are these men and women?”
[ Sir Vant ] “Some control the elements, fire and water. Others I wouldn’t call people. There monsters here; even beings who control dreams and nightmares.”
[ Nafalmgir ] “You said there are beings who control dreams and nightmares, you think they would help me? After all, it feels like I’m in a dream or nightmare right now.”
[ Sir Vant ] “Maybe, that’s up to you, stranger. This place has a funny way of changing people. I’ve seen it happen.”
There’s an eerie silence.
[ Nafalmgir ] “Very well, I’ll begin there.”
The stranger walks away, Nafalmgir has stopped pacing. He’s now walking with a purpose.
KAINE KNIGHTLORD AND LUCY SERAPHINA
We’re back in the same forest where Banzan and Tenchu were training, but they’re far off in the distance. Kaine Knightlord and Lucy Seraphina appear, watching them. Seraphina hands Knightlord a file which he takes.
[ Lucy Serephina ] “This is all I could find on what Banzan dealt with a few years ago. Reports of a vampire he was in conflict with before they met their Final Death.”
Kaine flips through the file, looking annoyed as he does so. It’s almost the same look of frustration he had when dealing with Lucy’s mess.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “What is with you vampires? Trying to get the rest of us killed?”
Lucy glares at him, not liking the insinuation.
[ Lucy Serephina ] “You think your rules really matter to the rest of us?”
Kaine looks up from this file looking at the Angel of Silence.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Given that he is dead now, and he was older than I am. He’d be alive otherwise. As for now, I’m not so much worried about the dead vampire, but how Banzan was involved in it all.”
He looks down towards the training Banzan and Tenchu.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “and what this Tenchu’s purpose is and why Banzan is interested.”
As if hearing his name, Banzan turns and looks in their direction. The two vampires watch for a moment before turning to leave.
[ Lucy Serephina ] “And what is my purpose in all of this? What do you need me for?”
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “You’ll do as you’re told. I need someone to counter Tenchu if need be.
PHINEAS MOODY vs. THE SANDMAN
Two beings of evil incarnate stand in the ring. What, if anything, will be left of The Slaughterhouse when Carnevil and The Dream Demon are finished with each other.
The monsters circle each other, their eternal malignance smoldering around them like dry ice. Sandman’s movements are viscous, like a mesmerizing ooze; while Moody twitches around with a peculiar yet frightening gait. Big boot attempt from the Nightmare Maker but Moody rolls under. Carnevil springs up, looking for that Bullhammer…GOOZLE!!! Sandman has Moody by the throat…TO SAND!!! NO!!! Low blow and a BEARDED LADY KISS!!!
The Dream Demon staggers back from that headbutt. A malicious gut kick from Moody, looking for THE BIG TOP ROPE….DENIED!!! Sandman with a back body drop. Moody springs to his feet but with an relentless barbarity The Sandman has him in a vile and demonic grip…TO SAND!!! The Dream Demon buries The Freak Show…ONE….TWO….THRE-KICKOUT!!!
There are grotesque grins on the faces of each of these ghouls. Sandman charges at Moody…but the insidious presence vanishes, re-emerging to lift The Dream Demon…THE STRONGMAN!!! Moody hooks the legs…ONE…TW-SHOULDER UP!!!
The Ringmaster peels Sandman off the canvas, short-arm ripcord, looking for the signature elbow strike….THE DAZZLING, EXCITING, EXTRAORDINARY…..FORTY WINKS!!!! Sandman has the eye gouge locked in and Moody proves even evil can feel pain as he fades away.
The Dream Demon bests The Ringmaster, coming out on top in this battle of OSW’s big evils.
CHRONOA & THE IMPALER
Backstage, we see the presence of a strange aura hanging about. After a moment, we find our way to the center of it all, where Chronoa is seen reading from her Tablet of Fate when suddenly a smirk appears on her face.
[ Chronoa ] “I see you’ve returned from your journey.”
Chronoa closes her tablet, turning her attention to a confused and angry man standing before her.
[ The Impaler ] “What do you know about my travels?”
The remark draws a laugh from the Keeper of History.
[ Chronoa ] “I’m no fool, Legion. I knew that a mere mention of your past would spark your curiosity.”
This only receives a glare from The Impaler in response, as though studying his foe closely in the moment.
[ The Impaler ] “You sent me on a wild goose chase, is what you did. I traveled back to Night City, sought out anything that might’ve been left behind…and found nothing.”
With that, Impaler turns to make his exit before Chronoa grabs his attention once more.
[ Chronoa ] “Oh, I doubt that very much. History has a funny way of repeating itself, just you wait.”
A sneer on the face of Chronoa is rivaled by the snarl on Legion’s, as he storms off to prepare for a very long night ahead of him as his path is intertwined with that of the Harbinger of Fate.
An event that Chronoa seems oddly keen on, given the circumstances.
ETHER vs. DEATHNOTE
The Hungry Girl blew through an inferno of a shopping centre brawl last week but has enraging BMF put her name down on the list of death or will she Jet Set right through a new god too?
The bell sounds as Deathnote rushes forward, trying for a Lariat that Ether slides under, springboarding off the ropes with one skate before leaping up high, ETHER STRIKE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Deathnote is stunned as the Hungry Girl leaps over, driving him face first into the mat with a modified sit down facebuster.
Ether doesn’t cover, waiting for Deathnote to slowly get to his feet before leaping up but the roundhouse skate misses, the Hungry Girl spinning in the air before a mammoth Lariat nearly takes her bloody head off. Deathnote pulls her up, lifting her up high with a series of hard knees to the midsection before hoisting the Bad Random up into the air almost effortless as he nearly drives her through the mat with a massive Powerbomb.
The Shingami doesn’t cover, peeling Ether up off the mat before lifting her up onto his shoulders. GATHER THY…FUCK YA FACE! Ether countered into the Sole Food out of nowhere as she drops down for the ONE…TWO…NO! Deathnote just gets the shoulder up but a hard spinning kick to the side of the head stuns him as she slides back.
Sizing up her prey on his knees for a moment, Ether rushes forward, leaping up high, MACH FIVE! The Meteora hits flush as Ether stays with her knees pressed down on Deathnotes face for the ONE…TWO….THREE!!!
The Hungry Girl picks up her first OSW singles victory at the expense of The Author of Death here tonight
ALBERT SHAW & SIMON
Simon sits at a large wooden desk in a makeshift office backstage. He has a tablet in front of him, looking expectantly at the closed door.
But then it opens.
Albert Shaw walks in.
[ Simon ] “Welcome, Mr. Shaw. I’ve been expecting you.”
[ Albert Shaw ] “Expecting me? I should’a worn kecks and jumper, then.”
The Guv’nor slams his fists down on the table in front of Simon.
[ Albert Shaw ] “This ain’t a house call, mate. You got two options. Either hand over the antidote or I’ll take it from you. I’ll give you a second think about it, but please, let me take it.”
Showing no alarm, Simon merely chuckles. The Taskmaster points to the chair next to Shaw.
[ Simon ] “Please have a seat, Albert. Can I call you Albert? No matter. I refuse to discuss business when we’re not on even ground.”
Rolling his eyes, Shaw takes a seat. Simon smiles at the act.
[ Simon ] “Very good. You aren’t as mindless as your peers, it seems. I won’t waste your time with flowery language, my friend. Whatever Luke Storm is paying you to protect him, I’ll triple it.”
Albie sits back, a tight grin on his lips.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Triple, huh?”
Simon slides the tablet across the table. It shows a bank wire program. The amount field is blank.
[ Simon ] “Oh yes. You’d be ensuring your son was very well taken care of.”
The tight grin vanishes off of Albert Shaw’s face as he lifts up the white bMf shirt for Simon’s eyes.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Ain’t no price high enough to make me turn on my crew.”
He pushes the tablet back across to Simon, who shakes his head.
[ Simon ] “Very well. As you know, there’s physically nothing stopping you from doing whatever you wish to me. But, you also should be aware that I’m no fool. The antidote may be in my hand. Perhaps it is with one of Jet Set Radio. But if you so much as lay a hand on me, there are several dead man switches in place. The antidote to the poison will fade into nothingness.”
Shaw nods, standing to his feet.
[ Albert Shaw ] “You got all your bases covered, don’t you? You’re on borrowed time, Simon. Live it up while you still can.”
With that, Albie Shaw leaves Simon alone. The Taskmaster smiles as the door slams shut.
THE BUTCHER & RAIN
Images of The Butcher flash before our eyes, including events we’ve seen inside The Slaughterhouse over years. His screams echo throughout them, and only stop when abrupt darkness invades our eyes.
In the middle of The Hall of Skulls, The Butcher awakens on a cold concrete slab in the middle of the room – where the large oak table used to be.
Stood over him is Rain.
[ The Butcher ] “You cunt.”
He states, spluttering and coughing.
[ Rain ] “Watch your mouth.”
[ The Butcher ] “Why, what’re you gonna do, kill me, fuckhead? Go on then, do it.”
Colin pulls himself to his knees, kneeling whilst clutching his chest.
[ Rain ] “Look, the only way this works is if we work together. You want to go back to your wife and heaven, don’t you?”
The Butcher nods.
[ Rain ] “I want that too. That’s the deal we made, after all. When I killed you, I was keeping up my end of our bargain. Unfortunately, your job isn’t over like I thought.”
[ The Butcher ] “Sigil?”
Rain nods in agreement. He begins pacing.
[ Rain ] “He’s getting closer. I am the last crystal and if he takes me, you can’t fathom what that’ll mean for everything. This is the end game, Colin; this is life or death for the entire universe – including heaven and hell. That means your wife and daughter too.”
That’s something we’ve not heard before. We’ve always known the stakes to be high, but this high?
[ The Butcher ] “What do you need?”
[ Rain ] “Monitor him and report his movements to me. Capture him if you can. Kill him if you dare.”
The Butcher stands up, dusting himself off.
[ The Butcher ] “Fuck you, Death. FUCK. YOU.”
They both stare at each other.
[ Rain ] “You finished?”
The Butcher shrugs.
[ Rain ] “Good, now get to work.”
CORVUS vs. TAG
The Crow might be busy hunting for snakes but he has to be on the lookout for dynamite along the trail. Can Corvus remain focused or will Tag rail him in the worst way possible?
The bell barely gets to begin before Corvus is taking by surprise with a stiff kickflip to the face as Tag grinds off the Crow’s skull, bouncing off the nearby ropes before driving Corvus down to the canvas with the No Comply Fameasser. Corvus slowly staggers to his feet into a flurry of kicks and punches before Tag leaps up, FIVE STAR…LOW BLOW!
Corvus countered the Bicycle Kick in the worst way, delivering a hard Corvus Flash Kick that sends Tag flying into the corner. A flurry of blows of his own don’t allow Tag to recover, a hard knee to the jaw rocking Sexy Dynamite before the Crow leaps up high, CUT THROAT…TAG CATCHES HIM!
Mr Money Shot keeps Corvus trapped, showing off his strength before quickly flipping him up and driving him into the canvas with the McTwist Brainbuster! Tag leaps up to the top rope, taking his time jaw jacking and pantomime jacking in the direction but he takes way too damn long as the Crow is able to leap onto the ropes, crotching him up top.
Corvus leaps up top, gripping the hurting Tag by the neck. They both get to their feet, balanced on the top rope. They tussle…. SUPERPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE! OH MY GOD! CORVUS JUST SUPERPLEXED TAG TO THE OUTSIDE! BOTH OF THEM LAND AWKWARDLY ON THE GROUND! The referee starts his count…. ONE…. TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN.. EIGHT… NINE… TEN! NOOOOO! IT’S OVER! DOUBLE COUNT OUT! THESE TWO WARRIORS BROUGHT IT!
The fans boo at the lack of decisive outcome but both men landed hard on the outside and found themselves unable to get back to their feet and resume the match. It’s a rarity in OSW, but this one is a draw.
SEESAW & PHINEAS MOODY
SeeSaw stands alone in a sea of black, annoyance written all over his face.
[ SeeSaw ] “Moody! I’m tired of your games.”
As if on cue, Phineas Moody appears beside SeeSaw. Mr. Make Believe appears shocked as he realizes he is holding something.
[ Phineas Moody ] “Old friends of mine. They served in my circus.”
The picture is of a pair of conjoined twins. The same pair we saw standing by when Moody became ringmaster many moons ago.
[ Phineas Moody ] “Two minds sharing one body. Working in perfect unison just to breathe the same air as everyone else.”
Moody pauses, letting it sink in.
[ Phineas Moody ] “Just like you. And just like you, all they wanted to do was love and be loved. To be accepted by the world around them.”
SeeSaw tears his eyes away from the picture to glare at Moody.
[ SeeSaw ] “I’ve heard quite enough, Moody. You’ve been manipulating me from the moment you laid eyes on me.”
Carnevil’s grin intensifies as Nightmare Academy begin to slowly circle one another.
[ Phineas Moody ] “Is that so? I have come to set you free, boy. If you call that manipulation, then so be it. But I offer you nothing that you don’t already desire.”
Mr. Make Believe snarls his nose.
[ SeeSaw ] “You’re not the first to offer me that freedom, but I’m not the simpleton you think I am. I know what you offer, and I know what it costs.”
Moody stops, smiling.
[ Phineas Moody ] “Oh, I know you do. But I’ve offered you my hand, and you have spit in my face. The introductions are over, my boy. You’ve met the gentle ringmaster who believed he could save everyone. He met a bitter end, and I assure you, you won’t like who was left behind.”
With that, Moody vanishes. The darkness dissipates around SeeSaw, and he finds himself in the middle of the Slaughterhouse ring.
He’s in action.
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF vs. SEESAW
A king on the precipice of becoming a monster, Moody’s influence turns the man formerly known as Andrew Fish darker but as a former monster himself, can Israel Grimwolf save Seesaw before he crosses a line he cannot come back from?
The bell sounds as Seesaw rushes forward, nearly breaking Israel’s ribs with a huge running double knee that he can barely react to. Seesaw is a man possessed as he pounds down on the former world champion, gripping him in a headlock, running to the ropes as he leaps off, CATASTROPHIC…GRIMWOLF SLIPS OUT!
Seesaw notices Grimwolf slipped out just in time to nearly get his damn head taken off with a brutal Lariat. Grimwolf peeling Seesaw up off the mat as the pair begin to exchange strikes, Israel the much more accomplished brawler but Seesaw’s too damn crazy to notice pain. A sickening headbutt drops Seesaw to one knee though before Grimwolf rushes to the ropes, bouncing off
RIGHT INTO THE SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST! That spear nearly cut Grimwolf in half as he lifts him up off his feet, hoisting him upside down before spiking him into the mat with POP GOES THE WEASEL! Grimwolf could be done after that Piledriver but Seesaw isn’t as he wants to play more, heading up to the top rope with a sickening grin on his face.
FLIGHT OF THE ORN…KNEES! Grimwolf gets the knees up just in time as Seesaw stumbles on his feet, holding his gut right into KEEHAULED! The roaring elbow hits flush but that’s not enough for Grimwolf who lifts Seesaw up,DEAD MANS CHEST! That has to be it as Grimwolf drops down for the cover and the ONE…TWO…THREE!!!
The Terror of the Deep picks up the victory here tonight as he made the cackling madcap pay for a single error in judgement.
There are books upon books lining the shelves in the dark room that Corvus sits in. He is at a reading table, lit only by candle light.
He mutters to himself as he flips excitedly through the pages.
[ Corvus ] “I thought… I’m sure I heard… out in…”
Corvus continues in a second book. Suddenly he brings the light closer to the page.
[ Corvus ] “Aha! I knew it.”
He sits back with a smile and removes a Dictaphone from his pocket.
[ Corvus ] “The old myths must be true. I’ve heard murmurings of a pirate haven before, but now I’m certain that it’s real. Libertalia is real.”
Corvus now removes a cell phone from the other pocket and swipes and taps a few times before replacing it back in his pocket. He lifts the dictaphone back to his mouth.
[ Corvus ] “Madagascar, here I come. Where else would Grimwolf hide his secrets but at the holy grail of all pirate secrets?”
Corvus clicks the Dictaphone off with a satisfied nod and closes the books with a heavy thud, before picking up the candle and leaving the old archives.
VIPER ROBERTS & THE SANDMAN
There’s chatter, but we can’t quite make out what we’re hearing. The picture is blurry, like an old memory.
It slowly becomes clearer and, in that moment, we see Viper Roberts stood somewhere with a small cup of what looks like dark black liquid.
He drinks it to cheers from those that surround him.
Then he falls to his knees, coughing and spluttering. Everyone runs as quickly as they can away from him as he screams in agony, clutching his stomach in pain.
Black ooze leaks from his mouth, dripping down the front of his chin and blackening his teeth.
He’s in a lot of pain, collapsing on his face.
Just then, Viper Roberts awakens from a deep sleep, sweating profusely. He’s been having a lot of these recently, each one more vivid and terrifying than the last.
[ The Sandman ] “The more you sleep, the more I know.”
Viper suddenly sits bolt upright, looking into the darkness of his bedroom.
It’s there that The Sandman lurks.
[ Viper Roberts ] “What do you want, Sandman? You stalk my dreams and you enter my home; you’re not fuckin’ welcome in either.”
[ The Sandman ] “At first, it was about the OSW World Heavyweight Championship.”
He steps out of the shadows.
[ The Sandman ] “But now, I seek the truth about your creation; about the snakes in your charge and their power.”
[ Viper Roberts ] “I’ll never tell you a fuckin’ thing.”
The Sandman laughs aloud.
[ The Sandman ] “That’s the beauty of stalking your dreams, Viper; you won’t ever have to tell me anything.”
Another gasp and this time, Viper Roberts awakens for real – having two dreams consecutively, thanks to The Sandman.
He sits upright in his bed and picks up his cell phone.
[ Viper Roberts ] “Let’s do it.”
He sternly says.
[ Viper Roberts ] “I’m in.”
BANZAN vs. SIR GABLE
Which man’s faith will prove stronger tonight?
The bell rings and Sir Gable immediately ducks under Banzan and applies a rear grapple on the Mountain… HE THRUSTS— but Banzan’s too heavy for the Olympian’s German suplex! Banzan grabs Gable’s arm over his shoulder and shifts his hips— O GOSHI! Banzan flips Gable with a large hip toss!!
Gable separates himself from Banzan and regroups, sitting in his corner as Sir Vant advises him— NOW GABLE IS ON HIS KNEES PRAYING FOR STRENGTH!! Banzan fights fire with fire and decides to sit cross-legged in the middle of the ring, a purple haze emanating around him… HE’S DRAWING FROM THE WELLSPRI—
SILENCE IS GOLDEN!! It was all a ploy, and Gable locks in the rear naked choke as Sir Vant slaps the mat, shouting “YAHWEH LIVES!” at the fans in attendance to a chorus of boos. Banzan, with Gable on his back, slowly, desperately crawls towards the ropes to break the submission…
Banzan is glowing purple now! He rises to one knee… Gable wrenches in the choke harder in response! But Banzan is on his two feet now! Banzan overpowers Gable, breaking his hold, and pulls him in tight— DUKKHA!! The Saito suplex rocks Gable, who rises to a knee— MAGGA!!! Banzan nearly kneed Gable’s new mask off! Banzan covers— ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Tonight Banzan dims Sir Gable’s newfound light.
TAG, ETHER, PYRE & ZERO
The local skate park after dark.
This particular park, merely a stone’s throw away from the Slaughterhouse itself, bares the tagging brandishings of Jet Set Radio. Tag himself is halfway through a run on the quarter pipe, with quite the crowd of onlookers watching, kept at bay from entering his space by a milkshake slurping Ether.
Tag lands a sick Melon Grab and comes skidding to a halt just shy of the crowd, a smirk on his face.
[ Tag ] “Bagged and tagged! Anyone else got some melons to grab round here?”
But a voice cuts off the chuckles that greet his question, as a familiar duo enters the fray.
[ Zero ] “I’ve got something for you, punk. Question is, can you handle the fire?”
The crowd parts as Pyre’s presence pushes through, Zero flanking her, till they stand face to face with Tag and Ether. You can see the fire in Pyre’s eyes, the rage building.
[ Ether ] “We meet again, hotsauce.”
Pyre speaks through gritted teeth.
[ Pyre ] “I’ve had about enough of your shit. If last week’s little party was a challenge, then be careful what you wish…”
As she speaks, flames radiate around her. Pyre’s anger exudes in flame, erupting at the crowd who now give the argument a wider berth. It’s Zero’s hand on her shoulder to calm her that sends her over the edge though, a bolt of fire erupting straight for Tag and Ether, knocking the pair to the ground.
Pyre steps forward, standing over the duo as they fan out flames and check their eyebrows. The Fire Queen has a twinkle in her eyes that mixes with the rage in troubling ways. But Zero stands in front of her, between her and Jet Set Radio.
[ Zero ] “Pyre, No. We cannot pull that trigger. Nobody dies until we find it. Any of them could have the cure, or know where it is. You know the deal.”
Pyre takes a long breath, trying to find her inner calm. Around her, the quarter pipe bursts into flames, more of her powers slipping out in her anger. Jet Set Radio, however, remain out of the flames.
[ Ether ] “You crazy bitch. Don’t tell me we’ve got in your head now.”
A rain begins to fall, light at first but quickly turning till it falls in giant drops. It begins to have an effect on the flames burning, but seems to have even more profound effect on Pyre. Her face flushes, with fear.
She breathes, heavily, freezing and collapsing to her knees as the water falls upon her. Zero grabs her, flinging his bionic arm around her and dragging her away into the night.
SIGIL vs. ALBERT SHAW
The bell rings and right out of the bat Albie bee lines at Sigil with a lariat— but Sigil is gone… Albie agitatedly looks around, knowing what comes next— BUT STILL GETS HIS BLOCK KNOCKED WITH A DROPKICK FROM A PORTAL BEHIND HIM! PLANESWALKER!! Sigil with a cover— ONE! TWO!! No, Shaw gets his shoulder up!!
Albie is not in a good way, clutching at his head after narrowly avoiding the immediate loss. As Albie gets to his feet Sigil makes another Cosmic Leap— FINITE!! …NO!! The Guv’nor caught Sigil’s kick! Shaw laughs as he goes for the ol’ eyepoke— FIVE FINGER DISCOUNT??
But Shaw must still be tripping because Sigil’s mask shields him, and Shaw let’s out an angry grunt as he drops Sigil’s foot and grasps at his clearly dislocated finger… CRACK! Shaw grunts again as he pops his finger back into place and shakes it out…
COSMIC LEAP LARIAT! NO! Shaw ducks, but Sigil flips over the top of him— SUNSET FLIP! Cover— ONE! TWO!! SHAW CLICKS HIS BOOTHEELS INTO SIGIL’S HEAD TO BREAK THE COUNT!Shaw backrolls— he lunges at Sigil out of desperation! GBH— SIGIL IS GONE AGAIN AND ALBIE LANDS FLAT ON HIS ASS! PLANESTOMER!! SIGIL JUST CRUSHED SHAW’S CHEST IN WITH A DOUBLE STOMP OUT OF THIN AIR!!! Cover— ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
WIZ & LUKE STORM
The sounds of vomiting introduces the scene in gut wrenching fashion. As bile meets toilet water we find ourselves viewing the less than stellar visage of Luke Storm. The A-Lister leans against the wall of a gas station bathroom, losing whatever remained of his lunch.
[ Wiz ] “Storm, my dude, you’ve got a helluva case of the reverse munchies, man.”
Luke’s already distressed expression somehow gets even less enthusiastic as he turns to the door of the bathroom to see Wiz leaning against the door lighting up a joint.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “You following me now? Simon hand you the rest of the cure and you’re gonna just bring it to me?”
Wiz chuckles, blowing an outright impressive plume of smoke into Storm’s face from where he is. Luke hacks and coughs, barely holding back bile as he tries to walk towards Wiz.
[ Wiz ] “I didn’t bring you anything, ya dig? This is just the only gas station that carries Rap Snacks. You ever try that shit? Tastes wild.”
Storm grits his teeth and lunges at Wiz! But the Purple Pelican lazily avoids him, tumbling more than dodging as he rolls over Storm’s back and lands behind him! He grabs Storm by the collar!
AND HE FLINGS HIM INTO THE TOILET! STORM LANDS FACE FIRST AGAINST THE PORCELAIN!
Luke tries to stand up but Wiz places a foot against his head and keeps him down, leaning on him like a foot rest.
[ Wiz ] “Damn, Luke. You need to chill out and enjoy the conversations while you can, man. I don’t think you got much time left, ya dig?”
He pushes off of Luke, strolling towards the door as he puffs his joint.
[ Wiz ] “Tell you what though. I do have something from Simon for you. Come find me later and we’ll talk about it over a joint. Maybe some shrooms? We’ll get to it.”
Without taking another second, Wiz dips. He closes the door behind himself and walks past the clerk as he waves his hand in front of his face.
[ Wiz ] “I’d give it a few minutes before you go in there. Smells washed up is all I’ll say.”
And, with that, Wiz leaves, a cloud of smoke left in his wake.
CHRONOA & IMPALER vs. THE RAINBOW PARTY (STARBOY & VIGOUR)
DING, DING, DING!
The Ass for the Masses checks Impaler out head-to-toe, coming back halfway to quite literally size him up—
TAKING EXCEPTION TO BEING EYEBALLED, LEGION RIPS HIS HEAD OFF WITH THE LARIATO!
Starboy lands on their neck and springs back like an accordion, as Chronoa nods approvingly from the bench.
Impaler hooks the leg so deeply that he folds him in half.
Vigour and Chronoa race in—
ROLLING THUNDER BY VIGOUR!!!
Chronoa and The Jack of all Senses mouth off at each other, but the official keeps the peace.
Nursing his abdomen, Impaler burns a hole through Vigour…
BIG POP AS STARBOY RAISES HIS THUMB IN THE AIR, SLOWLY ROTATING HIS HAND!
Legion turns around at the commotion—
GRABBING STARBOY’S HAND, HE DECLINES THE OIL CHECK!
The Slaughterhouse crowd boos, stricken with a case of blue-balls.
Clutching The Lover of All’s hand, Impaler spins him round and contorts them into an abdominal stretch—
STARBOY, THOUGH, THROWS IT BACK – GRINDING INTO IMPALER’S PELVIS!
The dynasty breaks the hold, shoving Starboy away in disgust…
STARBOY HITS THE SLINGBLADE!
Dropping the 6’8” Impaler, the pansexual lies on top of him.
Chronoa and Vigour dart through the ropes—
STANDING MOONSAULT – CAUSE OF DOUBT!
DÉJÀVU BY THE KEEPER OF HISTORY!
Landing knees-first into the lumbar of Starboy, Chronoa disrupts the pin.
She and Vigour go nose-to-nose, but black-and-white stripes talks them down…
Starboy and Impaler crawl towards their respective corners—
Vigour hops over the top rope, while Chronoa steps over it.
Ducking a big boot, Expression Incarnate tears into the ropes. On the rebound, however, Chronoa grabs hold of him – or does she!?
WHEELBARROW BULLDOG BY VIGOUR!
Flooring the 6’9” fatalist, Vigour stands over her…
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS – QUICK THRILL!
He throws himself into a cover.
Impaler and Starboy storm in—
KNEE SMASH BY IMPALER!
The Multitude breaks it up, grounding the high-flying Vigour.
STARBOY CLOTHESLINES IMPALER—AND HIMSELF—OUT OF THE RING!
Chronoa gets to her feet. Spotting the downed Vigour, she grabs his wounded leg and drags him over to the ropes. Draping the afflicted limb, she hops up, then slams her 230-pound frame into it!
Once, twice, thrice – Vigour’s knee is in pieces!
The Harbinger of Fate pulls the debilitated Rainbow Partygoer into the centre of the ring.
She scales the turnbuckle – what the hell is she going to do!?
HOLY… MOONSAULT DOUBLE-FOOT STOMP!
IT’S A CATACLYSMIC CASE OF DÉJÀ—NO!
VIGOUR AVOIDS MASS HYSTERIA!
CHRONOA WIPES OUT!
Starboy slaps the top turnbuckle and stomps the stairs. He’s all kinds of pent-up, and he needs release!
Vigour, however, can’t make the tag; his knee is torn to shreds.
IMPALER TAGS HIMSELF IN!
Slapping Chronoa’s back, The Many re-enters the fray…
BIG BOOT TO STARBOY!
Giving The Love of All a receipt for their clothesline, Impaler creates an opening for his team.
Stepping on Vigour’s hamstrings and slapping his sides, Impaler pulls him back into a Romero special. He then transitions into a dragon sleeper!
EVE’S SNAKE IS CONSTRICTING VIGOUR!
The Prince of Party screams in pain, scratching and clawing for the ropes, or any part of Impaler that he can get hold of…
He looks to his corner for moral support, but Starboy isn’t there!
Hope fades from Vigour, whose body goes limp as Chronoa nods at the preordained. The referee slides into action, raising his arm, then letting it fall—
He raises it again.
If it falls a third time, this match is over!
VIGOUR IS STILL IN THIS!
Having since recovered, Starboy claps his hands on the apron, rallying The Slaughterhouse behind The Good Time Guy!
Shaking his head furiously, Impaler cranks the hold. Vigour, though—dare I say it—can TASTE THE RAINBOW!
ELBOW, ELBOW, ELBOW!
HE BREAKS HIS PROVERBIAL CHAINS!
Vigour crawls towards Starboy’s outstretched hand…
IMPALER GRABS THE DAMAGED LEG!
HE PULLS HIM BACK—
VIGOUR BOOTS HIM OFF!
SCORCHING HOT TAG TO THE ASS FOR THE MASSES!
“Don’t worry, big boy – Starboy will be gentle!” He taunts.
LEGION LUNGES FOR HIM—
STARBOY DUCKS BEHIND…
ROLLING ELBOW TO THE BACK O’ THE HEAD!
EEYORE, MOTHERFUCKER – DONKEY PUNCH!
Impaler stumbles forwards, as Starboy preps his thumb…
OIL CHECK, OIL CHECK, OIL CHECK!
Dread Pirate Roberts spins round in fury at having been violated.
IMPALER DUCKS THE DIRTY CHOP!
CHRONOA SLAPS HIS BACK, TAGGING HERSELF BACK IN!
Starboy, not seeing the tag, tries to drag Impaler down into the crossface…
CHRONOA COCKS HER FIST LIKE A PUMP-ACTION—
SHOTGUN BLAST – SUPERMAN PUNCH!
REAP YOUR DEMISE, STARBOY!
They fall to their knees as Impaler side-eyes his teammate, before reluctantly heading out.
CHRONOA READIES THE ELBOW—
Vigour calls the referee over, rolling his kneepad down for a timely inspection…
THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO NOW, STARBOY – YOUR FATE HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN!
STARBOY GIVES HER THE REACH-AROUND!
THE LOW BLOW FELLS THE PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE!
A DAZED STARBOY TAGS IN VIGOUR!
To the surprise of the referee, the free spirit recovers enough to stumble up the ropes—
FIVE-STAR FUCKING FROG SPLASH – A SPLASH OF COLOUR!
He covers her.
WILL HE CLOSE THE BOOK ON THE HISTORIAN!?
IMPALER GRABS HIM—
KATA-HA-JIME, THE TAZMISSION!
Zebra-stripes tries to pull the illegal man off of Vigour, but the legacy grappler pulls him down into the camel clutch—
LEGIONNAIRES LOCKED IN!
STARBOY COMES TO THE RESCUE!
IMPALER RELEASES VIGOUR—
DUELLING FLUIDS EXIT THE ORAL CAVITIES OF BOTH MEN!
STARBOY FALLS THROUGH THE ROPES, BLINDED BY TAR-LIKE BILE!
IMPALER ROLLS UNDER THE ROPES, PLASTERED IN A MILKY, WHITE SUBSTANCE!
Choking and spluttering, Vigour gets to his knees…
CHRONOA RISES BEHIND HIM!
ONCE AGAIN, SHE PREPS THAT POINTED ELBOW…
VIGOUR CATCHES HER!
HE ROCKS HER WITH THE LUMBAR CHECK – VIM AND VIGOUR!
Unobstructed, he pins her.
IT’S MERELY A FORMALITY!
The Rainbow Party erase Chronoa & Impaler.
VAYIKRA, THE RAINBOW PARTY & SIGIL
After that gruelling match and impressive victory by The Rainbow Party, Vigour and Starboy are quickly together in celebration!
Darkness fills the arena.
Everyone knows what to expect by now. It’s surely Vayikra. As Vigour and Starboy brace themselves in the middle of the ring for a fight, they’re surprised to see the lights return – and Vayikra not to be surrounding them.
Instead, all three members stand on the entrance ramp – Sir Vant off to the side.
[ Sir Gable ] “He has blinded their eyes and hardened their heart, lest they see with their eyes, and understand with their heart, and turn, and I would heal them.”
Vigour and Starboy look at each other in confusion.
[ Sir Renault ] “We have tried to warn you of His wrath and his impending resurrection will see you burn in sulfur for the sins you’ve committed.”
[ Starboy] “Is that right? Do you really think Yahweh himself gives a shit about Starboy’s sexual desires? Do you really think he’s gonna concern himself with who I fuck and who fucks me, princess?”
That disgusts Vayikra, who reel at the words he uses.
[ Sir Bellator ] “You refuse to see sense or reason, boy. It was my father who caused the apocalypse. It was my father who once tried to end abominations like you. If anyone knows our Lord and Savior, it is I, by proxy of he.”
[ Sir Gable ] “If you won’t listen to the word of our Lord, then perhaps you’ll Follow the Rainbow Road.”
Vigour doesn’t get it. He steps onto the bottom rope and leans over, microphone in hand.
[ Vigour ] “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Sir Gable points to the entrance ramp.
Upon it lay items, spread out.
The first is a broken hoverboard – snapped in half.
The second is a red and blue jacket, stained in blood.
Vayikra quickly vanish as The Rainbow Party dive out of the ring and rush towards the objects. They realize quickly that The Rainbow Road is paved in blood.
As they follow blood drops up the rampway and down the tunnel, hoping to find Vayikra or their source, all they find is a bloodied OSW Rewind Championship.
It lays desolate, its plate bloodied, in the middle of the backstage area.
[ Vigour ] “I swear, if they’ve hurt him..”
[ Starboy] “We need to find him, Vig. This is a lot of blood.”
Suddenly, a portal opens and a voice booms.
[ Sigil ] “Follow me.”
Vigour and Starboy look at each other and then around, seeing nothing but the blue portal.
And they step through.