VIPER ROBERTS & MORDECAI
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
In the middle of a darkened laboratory, Viper Roberts lays face down on a large operating table. His hair is tied back and his neck is on display. Stood over him, Mordecai stands with a scalpel.
[ Mordecai ] “Are you certain you want to do this?”
Viper doesn’t say anything at first.
[ Mordecai ] “This is completely experimental. I’ve never done this before.”
[ Viper Roberts ] “Will it work?”
[ Mordecai ] “I believe so. My brother and I can enter dreams freely, almost automatically. We can traverse the dreamscape as if it was a highway in your world. It was there that I found knowledge.”
The Head Snake isn’t sure. He’s hesitating.
[ Viper Roberts ] “I don’t understand, where did you learn of this?”
[ Mordecai ] “In the dream memory of an important scientist. He’s been years working with sleep studies, dreamers and the understanding of dreams. He’s always been missing an ingredient, except, I have it.”
[ Viper Roberts ] “Very well, do it. Just remember, if you fuck me up, I’m coming for you big guy.”
With that, Mordecai takes the scalpel to the back of Vipers neck, cutting along it. At first, the blood that seeps out is a dark red, until slowly, it becomes a greenish black. Stunned, Mordecai stops.
[ Mordecai ] “What is this?”
Mordecai gasps in horror.
[ Viper Roberts ] “It’s the truth.”
The Gatekeeper gulps, and then returns to his work.
SIMON vs. THE IMPALER
A brutal I Quit match is ahead of us here as Legion faces off against the Taskmaster as one man must submit to the dominance of the other
The bell sounds as Simon immediately gets his damn head nearly taken off with a brutal Adam Smasher Lariat. Simon staggers to his feet into a flurry of lefts and rights before he’s gripped around the ears and thrown head first into the turnbuckles.
Simon barely pulls himself up before a corner Adam Smasher nearly crushes his throat, he’s thrown to the mat before Legion climbs up to the top rope, his need to shy away from his strengths getting the better of him as he leaps off but the diving knee drop misses as Impaler crashes down hard on his right knee, a mistake that the Taskmaster will definitely make him pay for.
Impaler staggers up to his feet into a flurry of low kicks, Simon ducking under a wild right before he drives a hard forearm into the injured knee. Impaler drops down to one knee as Simon rushes to the ropes, bouncing off, CATALAN OPENING TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
The Impaler could be knocked out there but Simon has to make him say uncle here as he backs up once more, a sickening smile on his face as Legion slowly rises up to his feet, SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF THE BAD KNEE! Impaler drops in a heap of pain as Simon already has the leg clutched, quickly floating into the Figure Four Checkmate! Legion tries to fight it but the pain in his already injured knee is too much as he’s forced to say I Quit
The Taskmaster picks apart Legion here tonight, forcing the Dread Pirate to utter I Quit from the absolute pain he inflicted
VAYIKRA, THE RAINBOW PARTY & SIGIL
That whimpering soon becomes full blown bellowing.
In a darkened dungeon like room, The Generation Kid sits hugging a wall, dehydrated, jacket-less, bleeding and trying to cover his face as the sound of a baby screaming echoes throughout the damp chamber.
Just then, a bright light shines, blinding him.
[ The Generation Kid ] “Please, stop.”
He begs, only for the light to cut off as abruptly as it began shining.
[ The Generation Kid ] “I won’t break; I won’t turn on my friends.”
The light comes back on, brighter than before. TGK shields his eyes, looking at the wall.
The baby crying finally stops.
[ Sir Renault ] “Why do you suffer for their sins?”
[ The Generation Kid ] “They’re not sinners.”
[ Sir Renault ] “Deceiver!”
With that yell, the baby crying begins again.
The Generation Kid begins whimpering, pulling his knees to his chest as he sits against the wall with his head lowered.
Just then, Vigour, Sigil and Starboy enter the chamber through a large blue portal, blinding The Generation Kid as he looks up.
Only their collective shadow blocks out the light.
With tears in his eyes, he tries to look up.
[ Vigour ] “Take my hand!”
He reaches out, grasping Vigour with everything he has, being pulled abruptly into the portal that vanishes almost as quickly as they all step through it.
They appear back at Sigil’s HQ – his library of artefacts, all shocked and surprised. TGK collapses to the floor, immediately being tended to by Vigour and Starboy.
[ Vigour ] “Fuck!”
Vigour says, checking him over.
[ Vigour ] “They really did a number on you, man. We need to get him to a hospital.”
[ Starboy] “Sigil..”
Starboy turns to face The Collector, who now stands with his arms folded.
[ Sigil ] “I’ll take you, but before I go, we need to talk.”
Vigour turns to face him with Starboy.
[ Sigil ] “Sir Gable came after me last week and that needs an answer. At Bad Attitude, I’m going to teach him and Deathnote a lesson.”
[ Vigour ] “What do you want from us?”
[ Sigil ] “Back-up. It’s as simple as that, boys. I want you ringside with me for my match with Gable and Deathnote; if Vayikra get involved, I need someone watching my back.”
Vigour and Starboy look at each other, then back at The Generation Kid.
[ Starboy] “Deal.”
Sigil walks through The Rainbow Party to The Generation Kid, scooping him up off the ground. He opens a portal and walks through it, leaving it open for Vigour and Starboy.
[ Starboy] “Trust him?”
[ Vigour ] “I think that if we aren’t careful, he’ll kill us all.”
The skis of a water plane touch down onto the deep blue ocean and the propeller falls quiet as the engine is turned off.
Corvus alights onto Madagascar and seems to be glad of solid ground again.
[ Corvus ] “Thanks for the ride.”
As he leaves, the pilot begins to unload crates of food and drink for the locals. But Corvus isn’t interested in the missionary efforts of the village he’s touched down in. Corvus is only interested in one thing.
Where is Libertalia? And how can he get there?
His research showed this bay to be the starting point for his journey, but that’s as far as the books could tell him. He was in uncharted territory now. As he inspects the local area, there is one section that catches his eye. It looks like an innocuous bench, with a small garden behind it.
On the bench is some kind of sigil of an arm holding a cutlass.
[ Corvus ] “The Tew sigil!”
Corvus knows Tew was one of the pirates who founded Libertalia. He must be close now. Corvus sits on the bench to ponder his options, and as he rests his hands on the front edge of the seat he feels something odd on the underside. He slides his hand further under and finds a rudimentary catch. He pulls it like a trigger with his hand and suddenly the ground shakes beneath him.
The bench starts to turn on the spot and the garden lifts up as it does so, leaving him facing an underground tunnel at the bottom of a set of stairs. Just inside the tunnel is a branch with a rag tied around the end. Corvus lights the rag with a lighter, and steps in.
SIR BELLATOR vs. LUKE STORM ©
Vayikra looks to bring the word of god back to the VHS title but first Sir Bellator has to get through a wounded animal in Luke Storm. Can Sir Bellator bring Yahweh’s grace to a title his father could not or will Hollywood reign supreme even at 50 percent?
The bell sounds as Bellator stands tall, staring down Luke Storm who looks like he can barely stand let alone fight but he puts up his dukes all the same, rushing forward with a wild right that Bellator easily ducks, drilling Storm in the back of the head with a stiff roundhouse before lifting him up high in the air
YAWEH’S SIGN INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Storm’s back nearly breaks in half from that brutal Crucifix Powerbomb but he still struggles to his feet, refusing to stay down as he just dodges a running avalanche attempt, Bellator staggering back out after hitting the steel…LIGHTNING STRIKE!
Storm can’t capitalize, the poison rushing through his brain slowing down his every sense allowing Bellator to get to his feet. The Templar rushing forward as he tries for the Arm of God but Storm manages to slip out before leaping up as Bellator turns around, DOWNPOUR!
Storm doesn’t cover, fighting the pain before slowly heading up to the top rope, defying his illness as he leaps from the heavens, THUNDER…MISSES! Storm hits mat as Bellator easily rolls out of the way. Both men get to their feet, Storm rushing forward but he collapses mid-run, dropping down to his knees before getting wiped completely out by a low Superkick to the dome. That well could be it as Bellator drops down for the cover and the ONE…TWO…THREE!!!
Sir Bellator does it, picking up the three count and the VHS Championship but could he have done it against a truly healthy Storm or does he have Simon to thank for his newly gained gold?
CHRONOA & THE IMPALER
Backstage, there is a certain buzz in the air…but it’s not the usual excitement that comes from the action inside The Slaughterhouse.
No, this is something much more sinister.
And it is eventually traced back to a man still dealing with the effects of his match earlier tonight.
You’d think the match would have him worn out, beaten down even.
But not the Dread Pirate Roberts of Pro Wrestling.
Not when he has bigger fish to fry.
[ The Impaler ] “Where are you, witch!?”
A curious choice of words from Legion, showing his rising anger as he searches the halls for the Keeper of History…and eventually, a voice calls to him from the distance.
[ Chronoa ] “A witch? Is that what you really think of me?”
The Impaler turns around, a snarl on his face at the sight of Chronoa standing in front of him.
[ Chronoa ] “You can feel it, can’t you? The power building up inside you?”
Legion balls up his fist at this…and suddenly, the lights in the hall flicker off. The surge is only temporary, however, and as the lights come back on, Chronoa now stands behind The Impaler with a knowing smirk on her face.
[ Chronoa ] “It’s all coming back to you, isn’t it? Like a boomerang returning to its owner, the mistakes of your past have come home to roost. I know what you’re capable of, the power that can tear this entire Slaughterhouse apart…it’ll be Night City all over again.”
Legion has had enough, and he charges at the Harbinger of Fate…only for another surge to rush through the hall, shutting down the lights once more! A loud thud indicates flesh hitting stone, as the power comes back on…revealing a small hole in the wall, and Impaler pulling his hand back to stare at the damage he’s done.
And Chronoa is gone once more, much to The Impaler’s chagrin.
VIGOUR vs. WIZ
Two relative newcomers in OSW will look to add some submissions to their colorful arsenals tonight.
The bell rings and they tie up. Vigour catches Wiz in a side headlock, but Wiz slips out— DROP TOEHOLD INTO AN STF! Wiz is scatting nonchalantly as he rears back on Vigour’s face! Vigour pulls himself towards the rope with all his upper body strength…
ROPE BREAK! Wiz waits until the count of four to break the hold. As Vigour steadies himself to his fear Wiz begins confidently somersaulting around him, but all it takes is one ill-advised roll to the wrong spot for Vigour to catch him on the pop up— VIM AND VIGOUR!! LUMBAR CHECK TO WIZ!!
Before Vigour can capitalize though, Wiz wisely rolls to the ropes and clings on for dear life. Vigour shakes his head in disapproval as he moves briskly toward a rising Wiz and entangles him in the ropes… TARANTULA!! “ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!! FI—“
Vigour releases the hold and looks to the crowd, pumping them up and putting on a show! Wiz is sprawling around the ring clutching his lower back in exasperation… he doesn’t know which way is up! Vigour stalking him strikes at the right time— COLOUR BLIND!! VIGOR LOCKS WIZ IN A CROSSFACE!!! Wiz can’t figure out where the ropes are— he reaches up… WIZ TAPS!!!
Vigour blinds Wiz with his superior submission colorful lights tonight!
THE BUTCHER & RAIN
In the store attached to The Slaughterhouse, dust and cobwebs litter the unused building. It’s been a long time since the store was open for business, and now The Butcher stands in it, looking around.
He walks over to a drawer and opens it up, pulling out a large leather pack.
Carefully, he undoes the pack to reveal a selection of butcher’s knives. There are cleavers amongst other sharp blades.
The Butcher picks up one and puts his arm down on the table. He carefully, slowly and painfully draws the blade down his forearm, over his wrist.
Blood begins spurting out everywhere, causing him to collapse backwards into the unit he retrieved the knives from.
Only something happens.
The blood stops spurting.
The wound slowly heals closed, scarring.
[ Rain ] “I had a feeling you’d try that.”
Out of no-where, Rain is shown standing opposite The Butcher.
[ The Butcher ] “You cunt.”
[ Rain ] “Naturally. Did you really think I’d allow you to die? You’re immortal until I say otherwise, Colin. You’re immortal until the task is done.”
[ The Butcher ] “I fucking hate you.”
[ Rain ] “I know. Now, stop wasting our time with this folly and get to work. Sigil needs tracking.”
The Butcher throws his knife abruptly at Rain, catching him dead in the chest. Death pulls it out slowly, dropping it to the floor.
[ Rain ] “Feel better yet?”
[ The Butcher ] “Not yet, but I’m getting there.”
ALBERT SHAW & SIMON
Backstage, Simon is walking down a hallway, fresh off his match with Impaler earlier.
A LARGE SCAFFOLDING COLLAPSES, AND SIMON BARELY DODGES OUT OF THE WAY!
Perturbed, Simon continues on, but suddenly starts to take longer strides.
Then he slips. The floor was covered in some kind of oil spilled from the scaffolding.
Simon tries to get his bearings, but a shadow looms over him.
[ Albert Shaw ] “You really gotta watch yourself, mate.”
With a scowl, Simon stands to his feet, ignoring a hand offered from the Guv’nor.
[ Simon ] “I told you what would happen if you came after me, Shaw.”
Albie chuckles, shrugging.
[ Albert Shaw ] “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I heard a commotion, and thought I’d check it out. Luke’s been stumbling all over the place lately. I heard what you said last week loud and clear, and I am following it to the letter.”
Simon isn’t convinced, but Albie isn’t done speaking.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Speaking of, I thought about your offer, Simon.”
With a smirk, Simon straightens his jacket in self-congratulation.
[ Albert Shaw ] “It’s gone from a no to a FUCK NO!”
The smirk fades, as Simon shakes his head. He remains unflappable, but Shaw’s defiance seems to be a small pebble in his shoe.
[ Simon ] “Why did you come here? You still cannot touch me, and Luke Storm grows more ill day by day. Your friends are finding Jet Set Radio to be more than capable of handling them.”
The Guv’nor offers a shrug.
[ Albert Shaw ] “You got us wearing kid gloves, mate. What do you think happens when the bell rings at Bad Attitude?”
The Taskmaster raises an eyebrow, and Albert knows he’s got him.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Oh, you didn’t know? We got ourselves matches against you and your crew. But I got the best draw.”
[ Albert Shaw ] “Me and you. Middle of the ring. No running. No dead man switches. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be handing over the antidote.”
The grin grows.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Well, that is if you have an fingers left to hold it.”
Simon is speechless as Shaw turns to leave.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Be careful around here, I’d hate to see you hurt yourself.”
As he walks away, chuckling to himself, Simon pulls out a mobile phone. After a moment he speaks into it.
[ Simon ] “The matches have been booked. Be ready.”
The Taskmaster smirks once more as we cut.
STARBOY vs. ETHER
Which one of these two can take the heat, and who will get steamed out of the kitchen?
The bell rings. Starboy and Ether circle one another, keeping their distance from each other as well as the perimeter of the ring. It’s blazing hot and we can see beads of sweat dripping off their brows… it’s a stand off.
Starboy gyrates uncomfortably towards Ether as she herself rubs her moist belly. They’re both sweaty and ready— and hungry! Ether makes the first move, skating at Starboy— ETHER STRIKE!! But Starboy ducks at the last second though and Ether glides rapidly towards the ropes— SHE SCREECHES TO A HALT, COMING WITHIN INCHES OF THE FLAMES!!
Ether is frozen in place and absolutely mortified as she realizes that Starboy has snuck up behind her, slowly grinding and gyrating their hips up against her ass as they wave to the crowd with a thumbs up… OIL CHECK! Ether nearly jumps into the flames…
But Ether bails and ducks under a knife edge chop— BUKAKE!! NO! Ether sidesteps the white goo and yanks Starboy’s arm down— FUCK YA FACE!! “Time to eat some rainbow cake!!” Ether taunts over the downed Starboy as she skates backwards to ready herself for a curb stomp… UH OH— SHE SLIPPED ON THE WHITE GOO!!! Ether yelps as she sputters into the fire!!!!
Ether bit off more than she could chew at this hibachi showdown as Starboy literally lit the The Bad Random up!
JET SET RADIO & BAD MOTHER FUCKERS
The match is over, Ether and Starboy both licking their wounds and returning to their respective corners when an all too familiar sound breaks the ambience.
A particular guitar riff that instantly gets a rise from the fans.
And here come Pyre and Zero, charging down the entranceway towards a lone Ether, Starboy having hightailed it outta dodge as soon as the music hits.
Zero takes one side of the ring, Pyre the other and they slide in simultaneously, cutting off any escape route for Ether. Not that she looks like escaping any time soon. She balls her fists and meets Pyre head on, the pair locking into a hair pulling, eye gouging brawl instantly.
PYRE EXPLODES IN RAGE, LIGHTING ETHER ON FIRE!
RIGHT INTO A BIONIC FOREARM FROM ZERO!
THIS DOES NOT LOOK GOOD FOR ETHER!
Ether is down and out, a smoldering wreck. Pyre and Zero nod at each other, both holding high cans of spraypaint.
Surely not! We’ve seen this before!
The pair begin to shake the cans, lining up Ether’s carcas for the branding, that is until the driving guitar of ‘Sexy Dynamite’ hits and Tag’s figure appears.
Here comes the fucking cavlary!
And he’s holding a firehose!
Both Zero and Pyre exit the ring, dropping their spraypaint to focus on their new target. But before the Bad Mother Fuckers can reach him, the high pressure torrent erupts from Tag’s hose, which he places between his legs as it hits Pyre square in the chest.
Pyre is washed back down the entranceramp, and Tag turns the hose on Zero!
By the time Tag finishes washing away both of his foes, bMf are left like a pair of dripping rats. Zero scrambles to his feet in a fit of rage, but Pyre clutches her knees in a near foetal position.
The firehose surely did a number on her, but Zero’s attention is not on supporting her, it is on getting to the prick responsible. Tag, in response, simply smirks.
[ Tag ] “You wanna come for us in our turf? Well consider this your notice. We’re coming for those fucking titles.”
ETHER JUST NAILED ZERO FROM INSIDE THE RING, THE DOUBLE KNEESTRIKE DROPPING HIM LIKE A SACK OF CONCRETE!
Casually, she skates on past the wreckage to join Tag in the entranceway. The pair pointing at the Tag Team Championships to punctuate their message.
SIR GABLE & ISRAEL GRIMWOLF vs. DEATHNOTE & CORVUS
A pious man takes his mission to the high seas, but can Sir Gable and Israel Grimwolf stop the silent but deadly combination of Deathnote and Coruvs
We start things off with Deathnote and Gable, the latter really showing a mean streak as he rushes the Author of Death, taking him down to the canvas with a double leg takedown! Gable doesn’t let up, slamming some hard punches on Deathnote before finally getting back to his feet.
Deathnote rises to a standing position, only for Gable to once again blindside him…sending the God of the New World into the opposite corner! Gable with a tag to Grimwolf, who stays on the attack with some hard punches before going for the Roaring Elbow! KEELHAULED…BUT DEATHNOTE DUCKS UNDER IT!
Narrowly avoiding disaster, Deathnote answers with a back suplex that takes the Captain down hard, before heading across the ring to make a tag to Corvus…and the Hidden Blade is prepared, throwing a dagger at Grimwolf! The blade misses the Captain by a hair, but it’s a ruse by Corvus!
MURDER OF BLOWS! Corvus with the throat thrust uppercut, followed by a palm strike, and culminating with a jumping elbow strike! Grimwolf looks for the heart punch, but Corvus avoids it! BLACK HAND’S BLADE OUTTA NOWHERE! Corvus with the cutter and the cover as Deathnote intercepts Gable! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Corvus and Deathnote stop the “reunion” of Grimwolf and Gable in its tracks tonight!
BANZAN, TENCHU, LUCY SERAPHINA AND KAINE KNIGHTLORD
The scene opens in the dimly lit room of an old archive. Papers and documents have been taken out and strewn all over the place, and a female voice can be heard grumbling in the dark.
“Where is it? He sends me here to look for something, but doesn’t give me any real detail? What kind of detective is he?!”
As we follow the voice, we see that it’s Lucy Seraphina rifling through the papers in this ancient archive. We see that the writing is in Japanese, clearly making her search even harder.
[ Lucy Serephina ] “Gonna make that bastard pay for this when it’s all over. Thinking he’s so much better than me.”
The Angel of Silence stops and carefully turns around, as if hearing an unheard sound.
[ Lucy Serephina ] “I know you’re there. Show yourself!”
Banzan steps out, quickly entering Mountain Stance as a precaution.
[ Banzan ] “I wasn’t trying to hide my presence, Vampire. Not like you and your master…”
Lucy raises her hand quickly, a look of frustration on her face at that statement.
[ Lucy Serephina ] “He is not my master.”
Banzan doesn’t respond to the interruption.
[ Banzan ] “What did you two want with us? What is the purpose of your spying? I’ve sensed your presence the last couple weeks. All I want is to help improve Tenchu, but yet I feel the dark eyes of you and Knightlord upon us.”
“That depends, Banzan. Why were you involved in the death of an Elder vampiere?”
Kaine Knightlord appears, as if formed from the shadows, behind Banzan. His bat-shaped knife held at the neck of Banzan.
[ Banzan ] “I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re asking.”
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “I wasn’t. I know you were involved with him, in some capacity. I also know you brought down his killer.”
Banzan turns, not concerned one bit with the knife at his throat.
[ Banzan ] “That was settled long ago, Knightlord. The same man who killed the vampire tried to kill me.”
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Nothing is quite so simple, not in my world. So, I want to know why and what purpose Tenchu has in this that you took such an interest.”
As if on cue, Tenchu arrives and takes his blade to the Shadow Bat’s own neck.
[ Tenchu ] “He told you why. He wants to make me better, make me live up to the potential my clan once saw in me. Why do you care?”
Kaine looks at the blade and then back to the Metal Shadow.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Shouldn’t bare your fangs at someone without knowing what they’re capable of.”
With that, Lucy hits a switch on a remote she had on hand and Tenchu begins to malfunction. He drops to his knees, sparks flying from his joints. Lucy walks and stands beside Kaine, a sly smile on her face.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Lucy here already found what I needed to know from these archives long before you found her. Gave me time to track down this little device the Odawara had made, just in case. They were a rather resourceful clan, made sure to have fail safes in place.”
[ Lucy Serephina ] “I just needed to make sure you two showed up to test the device. You didn’t disappoint, either.”
Banzan quickly body rushes Kaine, sending the HellBat into a wall before striking Lucy with a Tiger Claw. He grabs the remote and flips the switch, freeing Tenchu from whatever had just happened to the Robotic Samurai.
[ Banzan ] “Come. This is neither the time nor the place for a fight. Not in your clan archives.”
Banzan helps Tenchu up and they retreat. Lucy gets to her feet and rushes after them, only for Kaine to cut her off.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “He’s right. It’s not the time, nor the place. Besides…”
Kaine pulls out a tracker.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Banzan could lead us to more information, whether he knows it or not. Until then, we watch from the shadows.”
[ Lucy Serephina ] “No wonder so many of our kind hate crossing your path. You’re too damned far ahead of the others. But I’d appreciate being let in more to what you had planned. I didn’t appreciate taking that Tiger Claw strike.”
Kaine just looks at her and starts walking away, Lucy following quickly.
[ Lucy Serephina ] “You know what you need to know, for now. But you’re earning some trust.”
With that, both vampires leave the Odawara Archives.
Nafalmgir is is front of a majestic oak door with a litany of jewels connected to a seemingly mundane building.
[ Nafalmgir ] “A door to fantasy lurking under the routine of normalcy. This must be the place.”
Nafalmgir knocks, there is no answer.
[ Nafalmgir ] “Is he here?”
He knocks once more, nothing to his chagrin. He shrugs and opens the door.
The interior looks more familiar, it’s Mordecai’s domain.
In the center of the main room, there is a table with a small note on it.
[ Mordecai ] “Seek and you shall find.”
Nafalmgir nods and begins looking around the room, he finds a chest and opens it.
The moment he opens it, the room disappears as he wakes up and finds himself in the same room looking at the table.
The note still reads the same message.
He looks again, he assumes somewhere in here is some sort of answer or at least a hint to what he’s searching for.
He finds a jar this time and looks inside, the same thing happens.
[ Nafalmgir ] “What is going on? I thought I was done with the trials of a wicked tower. I’m seeking yet I’m still lost. Something has to have the answer.”
He looks a total of forty-one times until the message on the table changes the forty-second time.
He chuckles, the irony is not lost on him.
[ Mordecai ] “Seek and you shall find nothing. The answers aren’t here but they may be in the place we are both forced to be. Seek me there and you might actually find something.”
The room disappears one last time and Nafalmgir wakes up once more. This time in his actual bed.
He is fuming.
[ Nafalmgir ] “Arghh! He better have good answers when I actually see him. I should have known that was the dream realm. Nothing here seems to be easy but that’s ok, the things worth having in life rarely are and if this gets me back to the most important people, it’s well worth it.”
Nafalmgir is more determined to find answers now and he’s searching for Mordecai specifically.
NAFALMGIR vs. CHRONOA
Chronoa and Nafalmgir enter the cage. Which of these ancient beings can escape the terrifying structure?
Chronoa locks up with Nafalmgir and it’s an immediate test of strength! The Ascendant proves the more powerful as he biel tosses Chronoa into the ropes! She bounces off AND INTO A BIG BOOT THAT TAKES HER FUCKING HEAD OFF! She hits the mat and Nafalmgir begins his ascent up the cage!
As he climbs he gets part way- AND CHRONOA LEAPS ONTO HIS BACK! DEJAVU! DESTINY’S MAW! SHE’S LOCKED IN BERENGAR’S SLEEPERHOLD! The Harbinger is channeling the Void Knight! Nafalmgir is struggling for his life against the sleeperhold as they fall back to the mat! He’s fading and fading fast!
The Lord of Gar Ronen slowly rises to this feet and grabs the ropes! He’s freeing himself- AND CHRONOA LETS GO! CLUBBING FOREARMS TO THE SKULL! Nafalmgir gets rocked back and forth by the blows! He fights to his feet AND PUSHES CHRONOA TO THE DOOR! COLD STEEL! SPEAR TO CHRONOA! THE CAGE DOOR FLIES OPEN!
Both competitors bounce back from the collision and land in a heap! They both try to rise! BUT CHRONOA IS FIRST! YOUR DEMISE TO NAFALMGIR! VANQUISHER! BERENGAR’S POP UP POWERBOMB! The ring shakes and Chronoa lets him rise! HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN! SPINNING ELBOW TO THE BASE OF THE SKULL! Nafalmgir may be out cold! Chronoa exits through the open door!
Chronoa escapes! She slams the door shut as she hits the outside of the ring!
WIZ & LUKE STORM
Multiple voices ring out from the alleyways of the city as we join the scene. A group of people, all ranging from bums to thugs to skate punks surround a table where the Purple Pelican himself has three cups in front of him, a joint hanging out of his mouth.
[ Wiz ] “Who thinks they got the eye to follow my cups? Slap down some cash, my dudes and see if you can make back double.”
Wiz shows off his expertise with the cups as he parts a few people with their hard earned cash. However, the crowd soon parts as a sickly pale man limps to the front.
Wiz looks right at him, chuckling as he puffs his joint.
[ Wiz ] “Step right up, Luke. We got a special deal for has-beens on today. Slap down three-hundo and we’ll be playing for a special little vial.”
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “I ain’t here to play a game, Wiz. I’m here to kick your teeth down your throat.”
[ Wiz ] “I dunno about that, my dude. I think everyone here would be a little pissed if you ended the game, ya dig?”
Storm sneers, looking on either side of himself at the crowd, all of them staring him down, some even urging him to either throw down some cash or get out.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Fine.”
The Tempest reaches into his wallet, pulling out three-hundred dollars in cash and throwing it onto the table. Wiz smirks and pulls out a single vial of liquid from his pocket.
[ Wiz ] “Good choice! Now, keep your eye on the cup, ya dig?”
Wiz throws the vial under the middle cup and begins working his magic, moving the cups around at lightning speed before stopping. Luke looks at the three in front of him before pointing to the middle cup.
[ Wiz ] “Is that your final answer?”
Storm hesitates for a moment before nodding. Wiz, with one more puff, scoops up the cash from the table and removes the cup to reveal the vial! Luke snatches it up in an instant, popping off the cap and downing it!
Only, as soon as he does, he vomits.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Is that fucking vinegar!?”
[ Wiz ] “I never said what was in the vial, ya dig?”
Storm tries to reach across the table but Wiz flips it into his face! The Purple Pelican rushes down the alley, disappearing as the crowd erupts into a small riot! Storm stumbles out the other side, fleeing as the crowd fights on.
SIR RENAULT vs. TENCHU
Tonight, we have a falls count anywhere match! Its Sir Renault vs Tenchu! Who will win, the man sent by God, or the machine sent by Odowara? We find out now!
DING! DING! Tenchu marches towards Renault! Sir Renault does a quick go behind and clutches on the waist lock! He goes for a German suplex but no! Tenchu stomps the foot and hits a vicious back elbow to get out of that hold! That has Renault rocked and Tenchu has him by the throat! Chokeslam over the ropes and onto the floor!
Renault’s back is arching in pain as Tenchu steps through the ropes and stands on the apron waiting for Renault to stand back up! Renault pulls himself up! Tenchu runs the apron! HIDDEN BLADE! Tenchu hits the jumping knee! No! Renault counters with a dropkick right to the knee! Tenchu crashes hard on the floor!
Renault sees a weakness and he grabs a chair! He opens it up and wedge Tenchu’s leg in it! He grabs another chair! He swings it down on the leg! Modified conchairto on the knee! Another one! Another one! Renault signs a hail Mary then a cutthroat as he does a leg hook with the chair still wrapped around Tenchu’s knee!
Will Tenchu tap? No! He sits up and grabs the other chair! Head shot! Head shot! Head shot! Rapid chair strikes make Renault let go! Renault is stunned and Tenchu pulls himself back up! Tenchu grabs the chair and sets it upside down? The legs are up, and the gears are turning in Tenchu’s mind as he hoists Renault on his shoulders! LETHAL BLOW! Death valley driver… No! Renault reverses it into a crucifix driver on the chair! PENTANGLE! That has to be it! Renault covers! One! Two! Three!
What a win for Renault as he shows why Vaykira are nothing to scoff at!
THE RAINBOW PARTY & DEATHNOTE
The Boiler Room.
Starboy, Vigour and a very worse for wear Generation Kid enter the boiler room. TGK has his Rewind Championship wrapped around his waist, though there’s still a blood stain or two on the face of it.
They walk around the candled lit corners until they reach an altar.
Only Deathnote isn’t there.
[ The Generation Kid ] “I thought you said we’d find him here?”
[ Vigour ] “That’s what I was told, yeah.”
They look around.
[ Starboy] “Hey, there’s a fucking light switch!”
Starboy flicks it on.
The audible gasp comes from all three because the floor is painted with blood. It’s literally everywhere. They look up to see the most shocking of sights; it’s Deathnote, pinned through the hand to a cross that’s attached to the wall.
As Deathnote resides there like Jesus, bleeding from the gaping nail wounds in his hands – The Rainbow Party recoil in shock.
[ The Generation Kid ] “Is he dead!?”
TGK asks in a panic.
[ Vigour ] “There’s only one way to find out.”
Vigour pushes some crates over towards the wall, eventually climbing up them so that he’s at Deathnote’s height. He puts his hand on the lowered head of The Author.
Deathnote’s head springs up, his eyes wide.
[ Vigour ] “It wasn’t us….”
The Prince of Party quickly explains.
[ Deathnote ] “Vayikra…”
[ Starboy] “Quick, let’s get him down.”
[ The Generation Kid ] “Wait.”
Starboy, who had already leaped up onto the other side of crates to help, stops dead in his tracks.
[ The Generation Kid ] “Sir Gable; whatever you did or didn’t do led to him joining Vayikra. Sigil told us that. If we can’t appeal to him, this is only gonna get worse.”
Deathnote chuckles to himself, blood oozing from his mouth.
[ Deathnote ] “The Collector sent you? That little worm likes to wriggle, doesn’t he?”
The Rainbow Party shake their heads, but honestly, who knows?
[ Deathnote ] “I’ll deal with Cael Gable and Sigil at Bad Attitude; the reasons why aren’t of your, or his, concern. Either get me down or leave me here; if you choose the latter, I’ll be coming for you next.”
Vigour and Starboy look at The Generation Kid who nods.
They begin helping him down.
[ Deathnote ] “Wise decision.”
Corvus takes a few tentative steps into the darkness in front of him. Suddenly, away from the sun, he starts to feel the dankness around him. His breath starts to appear in front of him, though just meters away the sun is beating down on the land.
But he has his torch to keep him warm, at least. As he teaches the bottom step, he suddenly stops, his foot a mere inch from the floor. He bends down to take a close look.
[ Corvus ] “A pressure plate…”
Corvus muses, wondering what else could be lurking in a place like this. For now, he avoids the pressure plate, and slowly continues onwards, step by step, until he can see light ahead of him. The light is so welcoming that Corvus almost loses his faculties, but just as he feels himself break into an almost run he stops himself.
And as he stops, 5 arrows fly from almost invisible gaps in the wall, the closest of which is just inches from Corvus’ face.
But soon he has passed the hall of arrows, and finds himself at a doorway. As he steps through the doorway into the light he is astounded.
In front of him is an underground lagoon, hidden behind cliffs and waterfalls, the sun refracting through the falls to light it up.
And in the middle of the lagoon, sitting peacefully, is a pirate ship. It must be hundreds of years old, but it sits as pristine as the day it first sailed.
Corvus only knows one thing.
What he seeks must be inside.
TGK vs. TAG
There are weapons and debris all over the ring but The Generation Kid looks worse for wear before this hardcore bout with Tag has even begun.
TGK is struggling. He’s leaning to one side, his feet dragging. Frankly, there are corpses that show signs of better health than the Rewind Champion now. Tag is unsympathetic, throwing his beloved Cassandra towards TGK…dropkick into the deck.
The Kid bounces off the ropes straight into….FIVE STAR FACIAL!!! The bicycle kick sends TGK into a seated position at a turnbuckle. Tag charges looking for a bronco buster…DENIED!!! He’s cracked a couple of eggs there!
The Kid is visibly hurt, tormented physically and mentally. He’s trying to get to his feet using the ropes. Tag by now has recovered and he’s armed himself with a steel chair…WHACK!!! Chair shot to the back of TGK!!! The Rewind Champion turns…kendo stick to the face!!! Tag’s latest choice of weapon explodes all over The Kid.
The Jet Setter grabs a bag and empties the contents all over the ringmat. THUMB TACKS!!! Tag turns back to his opponent…CLUNK!!! Trash can lid to the head of Tag…TGK uses up his last drops of strength. Tag is stunned…EXCELLENT ADVENTURE…DENIED!!! He nailed it!!! On to the thumb tacks!!! An exhausted TGK drapes an arm across Tag….ONE….TWO….THREEE!!!
Somehow TGK overcomes the odds to win tonight!
SEESAW & PHINEAS MOODY
Just as we’ve seen before, SeeSaw is surrounded by pitch black. But this time, he is surrounded by a ring of candles, all lit and flickering.
[ Phineas Moody ] “Last chance, Fish!”
Phineas Moody blinks into existence in front of SeeSaw, his size seeming to shift as he floats in front of Mr. Make Believe.
[ Phineas Moody ] “You hastily turned me away last week, but before we turn the heat up, I’ll offer you freedom from your shackles once more.”
He waits patiently, but SeeSaw wastes no time.
[ SeeSaw ] “No.”
Moody’s eye grow in rage as his body follows suit. The candles vanish, but the flames remain, growing into a circle around the pair.
[ Phineas Moody ] “I wanted to teach you something, boy. You can be so much more.”
The flames begin to spread.
[ Phineas Moody ] “A Nightmare. Like me. Everyone in your plane of existence knows your true colors. Everyone but you. All others who’ve ever called themselves Nightmare would have paled in comparison to you at your full potential.”
Just as Moody looms larger and larger over SeeSaw, something snaps in Mr. Make Believe.
[ SeeSaw ] “You think I don’t know that?”
With a snap, SeeSaw’s hand reaches out to grab Moody by the throat. Carnevil shrinks back down to his normal size.
[ SeeSaw ] “You think I don’t know what you wanted me to become. I know why you chose that name. I’m not like the others who’ve called themselves Nightmare. They had something and lost it.”
Moody vanishes and reappears behind SeeSaw.
BUT SEESAW’S OTHER HAND IS THERE TO GRAB HIM AROUND THE NECK AGAIN!
[ SeeSaw ] “I was made in a test tube by a madman. Everyone I’ve ever known has wanted to turn me into their weapon. You have to have good dreams to recognize a Nightmare, Mr. Moody. I never had a goddamned thing to begin with.”
Mr. Make Believe pulls Moody in closer as the flames dance around them.
[ SeeSaw ] “You want to see my true colors, Moody? Meet me in the Slaughterhouse at Bad Attitude. Maybe you’ll learn something for your little academy.”
SeeSaw snarls as he releases a very-pleased Phineas Moody, who merely nods and smiles.
[ Phineas Moody ] “See you soon, kid.”
He vanishes. The flames and darkness dissipate right after, leaving SeeSaw alone.
KAINE KNIGHTLORD & LUCY SERAPHINA vs. ZERO & PYRE ©
Kaine Knightlord & Lucy Seraphina get their chance tonight to take a bite out of BMF. But can they do more than draw a little blood and end Zero and Pyre’s long, dominant reign as the tag team champions?
Lucy Seraphina and Pyre start the match. They come together in a clinch and it’s Pyre’s extra 15lbs that gives her the advantage, taking Lucy into a side headlock. But the Sovereign of Silence is quick with a counter, attempted back drop suplex but Pyre rolls through it and lands on her feet. Pyre swings a kick at Seraphina but it’s telegraphed, she catches the Fire Witch’s leg. Enziguri attempt by Pyre but it’s like Lucy has a book of the Queen of Flames’ plays because she ducks under that and locks Pyre in a sleeper hold.
Dragging Pyre to the challengers’ corner, Lucy tags in Kaine Knightlord. The HellBat with an arm drag to Pyre, then he runs down the champion with a shoulder charge. Knightlord ignores the goading from Zero in the BMF corner. Dragging Pyre again into his corner, slamming the Fire Witch face first into a turnbuckle, The Dark Detective tags his kin (of sorts) back in to the ring. Snap suplex from Seraphine and we have a cover…
But Seraphine pushes Pyre’s shoulders down again, forearm across the throat…
Seraphine knows these covers won’t get the three but she’s forcing Pyre to exert her energy to kick out.
Peeling Pyre off the canvas, eye rake from Seraphine and a big right hook puts Pyre on her knees. Lucy tags a few steps back, lifts her knee and taps it then like charges like a bull at The Queen of Flames…
DROP TOE HOLD!!!!
The Fire Witch scrambles across the ring and tags in Zero!!!
The Hacker bursts across the ring….
The bionic clothesline puts Seraphine down as soon as she gets up. Zero has her lined up, she pulls herself up straight into…
PUNK CITY KILLER-
Seraphine pushes Zero off into the ropes…
AND KNIGHTLORD IS THERE TO HANGMAN THE HACKER!!!
Zero is slumped over the ropes, the chance for Seraphina to lock…
The bite of the dragon!!! Zero is writhing and the ref starts the mandatory count. It’s rope break, so on the fourth call Lucy has to let Zero out of the hold. But is the damage done? She drags The Bad Mamajama by the hair into the middle of the ring.
Is Zero about to become a victim of FALLEN SORROW?
HANDSPRING INTO A HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN!!!
Seraphina and Zero are crawling towards their respective corners. It’s a race against time to see who can get their first!!! It’s neck and neck!!! Both are one leap away from their outstretched hands of their partners!!!
Knightlord and Pyre are in and like two trains coming towards each other on the same track…
Pyre and Knightlord hit the mat!!
That took the breath out of the both and they are fighting now to get back to their feet, knowing whoever can recover first could claim a decisive advantage for their team. It’s Pyre and she hits the ropes, looking for a recoil Tornado DDT, but Knightlord he’s reversed it…keeping hold of Pyre’s arm, he yanks the ripcord back…BLOODY STREAM!!!!
ZERO BREAKS THE FALL!!!
And Seraphine enters the fray…
PUNK CITY KILLER!!!!
Zero stuns the Angelic Assassin!
But The Hacker has left himself open to a…
NIGHT RAID FROM KNIGHTLORD!!!!
Zero would be easy prey for a three count, but he’s not the legal competitor…Pyre is! The Fire Witch is on her knees now, Kaine leans over her…
JUST A BITE!!!!
BUT KNIGHTLORD RECOILS!!!!
THE VAMPIRE HIS CLUTCHING HIS MOUTH!!!
THE RED HOT BLOOD OF PYRE HAS SCOLDED THE VAMPIRE’S MOUTH LIKE A BAG OF CALIFORNIA REAPERS!!!!
Pyre leaps onto Kaine’s back, dragging him down…
Dragon Sleeper…middle of the ring….Kaine Knightlord is done!!!!
OR IS HE?
FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!!
THE ANGELIC ASSASSIN!!!
WITH A MAJESTIC SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!
ON TO PYRE!!!!
The submission is broken and Seraphina hauls up Pyre…
The modified backbreaker. Lucy nudges Knightlord to cover…
IT WASN’T A THREE COUNT!!!
ZERO DRAGGED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING BEFORE THE THIRD STRIKE COULD LAND!!!
Knightlord is furious! And Pyre with a low blow!!! The referee slides back into the ring as The Fire Bitch rolls up Knightlord with a schoolboy…
PYRE HAS A HAND ON THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE!!!
The official spots Pyre using the ropes and calls a rope break. Now she’s getting in the official’s face. But Zero is calling to her to focus. Knightlord tries to take advantage with a savate kick…Pyre ducks….
THE REF TAKES A SHOT TO THE CHOPS!!!!
Pyre uses the moment to tag in Zero!!!
Knightlord tries to cut him off, but Zero ducks under the clothesline…
THE BIONIC CHOKESLAM!!!!
Zero covers Knightlord but there is no referee to make the count!
Lucy Seraphine slides into the ring as Zero is standing over the official, trying to rouse him.
CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK OF ZERO!!!!
AND THE VAMPIRE’S BLOOD SWINGING NECKBREAKER ONTO THE CHAIR!!!
LUCY SERAPHINA HAS JUST DESTROYED ONE HALF OF BMF!!!
AND SHE TAKES IT TO PYRE!!!
SUPERKICK AS THE FIRE WITCH ENTERS THE RING!!!
Kaine Knightlord lifts Zero to his feet…
FOLLOWED BY A NIGHT RAID!!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!! KAINE KNIGHTLORD HAS OBLITERATED ZERO!!!
KNIGHTLORD AND SERAPHINA HAVE GOT THIS SOWN UP!!!
Knightlord covers Zero, hooking back the legs…
THE CROWD SHOUT!!!
BUT THERE IS STILL NO REFEREE!!!
HERE COMES ONE NOW, RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP!!!
The replacement ref slides into the ring and immediately starts a count…
LUCY SERAPHINA RAISES HER ARMS!!!
ZERO THROWS UP A SHOULDER!!!!
THE BAD MOTHERFUCKERS ARE NOT FINISHED!!!
PYRE BLASTS SERAPHINA THROUGH THE ROPES!!!!
The Dark Detective recoils into…
PUNK CITY KILLER!!!!
The Bad Motherfuckers’ reign continues!!!!
VIPER ROBERTS, MORDECAI & THE SANDMAN
The surgery was a success because Viper Roberts now sits in a chair, hand on the back of his neck, where eight stitches now suture a wound that Mordecai created. He looks exhausted, pale and somewhat pained.
[ Viper Roberts ] “I feel the same. Despite the pain, I don’t feel any different.”
Mordecai folds his arms.
[ Mordecai ] “I don’t suspect that you will.”
The lights suddenly flicker, going off before abruptly coming back on again.
When they do, The Sandman is now stood there, looking at both Mordecai and Roberts. They immediately lunge into action, The Dream Demon kicking The Gatekeeper backwards into a set of glass beakers before turning his attention to Viper.
Roberts grabs a scalpel and holds him off.
[ The Sandman ] “You conspire with my brother?”
The Sandman angrily growls at him.
[ The Sandman ] “What did he promise you?”
Roberts shakes his head.
[ Viper Roberts ] “Nothing but allegiance.”
[ The Sandman ] “So, he’s your snake?”
Mordecai immediately bolts forward.
[ Mordecai ] “Never. We simply share a common interest in your defeat, brother.”
[ Viper Roberts ] “Let’s settle this, once and for all.”
The Sandman tilts his head.
[ The Sandman ] “I’m listening.”
[ Viper Roberts ] “You and I, next week at Bad Attitude. Let’s settle this once and for all, but not in a dream, no.”
The Dream Demon laughs; cackles, even.
[ The Sandman ] “You have the hubris to challenge me, but not where I control the horror?”
He turns to Mordecai.
[ The Sandman ] “And you? What of your involvement, brother?”
[ Mordecai ] “I’m only concerned with the lines you’ve crossed and the nightmares you produce. You will answer to me for your crimes eventually, but this is not my fight.”
The Sandman nods, then turns his attention back to Roberts.
[ The Sandman ] “Very well. Once I’ve ended your miserable life, I’ll expose your secrets to the world. Everyone will know the origin of Viper Roberts. Everyone will know the truth.”
The lights flicker again.
And The Sandman vanishes.
[ Viper Roberts ] “This had better fuckin’ work.”