Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The fans are on their feet in The Slaughterhouse as Sir Bellator, Sigil and Corvus share the ring. With the atmosphere at fever pitch, Bellator has a microphone.
[ Sir Bellator ] “You both know why I’ve asked you here, don’t you?”
They look at each other.
[ Sir Bellator ] “Corvus; I’m going to start with you. Did you kill my friends?”
There’s an eerie hush that comes over the arena.
A deathly silence.
Out of the gate, Sir Bellator jumps straight to it.
[ Corvus ] “A few people die and all attention turns towards me. I find it insulting.”
[ Sigil ] “You’re a killer and you find being called a killer… insulting?”
Corvus shakes his head.
[ Corvus ] “First of all, pot, kettle, black and no, you fool; I find it insulting that you think I’d murder Legacy and leave any trace behind that it was me.”
[ Sir Bellator ] “You didn’t kill them?”
[ Corvus ] “They weren’t contracts that I was given.”
[ Unknown ] “Wait a fucking minute!”
Just then, out of no-where, a familiar voice steps out onto the stage with a microphone in his hand. It’s The Butcher.
[ The Butcher ] “Death and his sidekick Mortimer had a plan to disrupt you, Sigil. That mother fucker has been working against you in the shadows and there’s no-one he trusts more than Corvus to undertake his bidding.”
The Crow snaps his head towards The Butcher.
[ Corvus ] “Your speaking out of turn is going to cost you, Colin. Death won’t take lightly to your betrayal. Perhaps the next contract I’ll have will be for you?”
[ The Butcher ] “I… fucking… wish.”
[ Corvus ] “Besides, that’s not why we’re here, is it? The real reason we’re here is the phone. Whether I killed them or not, you’ll never know – but the phone, that’s something you know The Collector is lying about.”
[ Sigil ] “You’re a liar. The only way you’d know about any phone is if you were there, Crow. I know because I found them.”
Bellator looks towards Sigil, tilting his head.
[ Sir Bellator ] “So there was a phone?”
Sigil lowers his head shamefully.
[ Corvus ] “Tell him what was on it.”
Bellator now snaps his head towards Corvus.
[ Sir Bellator ] “So you were there?”
Realizing that he’s being lied to by both sides, Bellator shakes his head with frustration. He steps away somewhat, clearly getting more and more frustrated.
[ Corvus ] “There’s a reason he’s not telling you about the phone call, Sanctus. When he found the phone, the last person Michaela tried dialling was in it under L. He doesn’t want you to know that because the L could stand for Lux Bellator. Sigil thinks Michaela tried calling your father.”
There’s an ‘OOOHHHH’ over the crowd at that information.
No-one knows what Sanctus’ reaction is going to be.
He steps forward, shaking his head.
[ Sir Bellator ] “You’re both fools. You think she was calling my father? We may have bigger problems than that. If the L in her phone stood for Lane, as in Mike Lane, and he comes back to endure and punish – the whole fucking Earth will be scorched.”
Corvus looks at Sigil.
Sigil looks at Corvus.
[ Sir Bellator ] “If the shadow looms over Old School Wrestling, we might all live to suffer it. It doesn’t matter who killed her or why, we’re all be in grave danger.”
The destiny of OSW may be in Sigil’s hands after Ring of Dreams, but what will fate have in store for The Collector tonight?
Sigil is on the front foot from the off. Jab, jab, jab, roundhouse kick…FINITE!!! Chronoa’s “database” allows her to anticipate the move, she ducks and CHOP TO THE BACK OF THE NECK!!!! Sigil feels the cut of his own blow. The Harbinger of Fate with lines up The Collector….SUPERKICK!!! DEJA VU with shades of the Lane legacy!
Chronoa peels Sigil off the mat but he counters with a judo toss. A flurry of blows from Sigil…FOR THE COLLECTION!!! The Keeper of History bounces off the ropes, The Realmwalker lifts that Amazonian…backbreaker over the knee and repeated elbows!!! LONG ROAD AHEAD!!!!
Sigil lifts Chronoa, Irish whip into the ropes. PLANESWALKER!!! Chronoa forward rolls out of the way, she hits the ropes….TANKED!!!! The spear damn near broke Sigil in half!!!! Cover for ONE! TWO! THREE-KICKOUT!!!
Sigil is hanging in there. Chronoa lifts him to his feet. The Collector is wobbling and Chronoa lands Voynich’s Eight Wonder of the World!!! YOUR DEMISE!!!! Sigil drops to his knees. HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN!!! Chronoa run down Sigil with the knee strike….NO!!! COSMIC LEAP!!!! Sigil teleports!!! PLANESWALKER!!! To the back of Chronoa’s head. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Sigil wins but what fate awaits him at Ring of Dreams?
Pyre and Zero sit in the locker room backstage, the OSW Tag Team Championships sat on the bench next to them. Tonight they defend these belts in a huge four way ladder match, but they both have other things on their mind.
That only gets worse when Simon enters the room with a big smile.
[ Simon ] “Oh wonderful, I’m so glad that I’ve caught you both together.”
They both immediately stand.
[ Simon ] “Listen doggy, I’ve been thinking..”
Pyre doesn’t like that and closes in, warning The Taskmaster with a glare. He grimaces slightly and backs off.
[ Simon ] “I suppose I’d better be weary of my wife’s wrath, hadn’t I?”
[ Pyre ] “I would be.”
[ Simon ] “Tonight may be my last opportunity to hold these divorce papers over your head, my dear. I must exercise my right to punish you both one last time. ”
[ Zero ] “What the fuck do you want now?”
The Taskmaster folds his arms.
[ Simon ] “You’ve had a good run with those Tag Team Championships. Simon Says that ends tonight. If you walk out of Fuck the World as Tag Team Champions, I’ll burn these divorce papers and you’ll never get married. Ever.”
[ Zero ] “No! Fuck you, man. Fuck you.”
Pyre quickly pulls Zero back, trying to calm him down.
[ Pyre ] “Xav, hang on…”
[ Simon ] “I’m not asking. Tonight will be your last day as Tag Team Champions or else.”
He backs away slowly and exits the room, leaving Pyre and Zero to reel over what they’ve just learned. The World Champion furiously shakes his head, wanting no part of this latest ‘deal’.
[ Zero ] “I’m not fuckin’ doin’ it, babe.”
[ Pyre ] “We have to! We’ve come this far and you want to give up now? After everything he’s done to you, to me, this is the last hurdle. If TGK wins tonight then this is over at Ring of Dreams.”
Zero shakes his head.
Two of OSW’s most deranged and violent men clash inside the ring. Let the games begin!
There’s no pretence or posturing as this one gets underway. The Impaler gets right into it, hard slugs to SeeSaw. But the Madcap Marvel takes each blow and laughs like he’s being tickled. The reaction infuriates Legion and he tries to run down Mr Make Believe. ADAM SMASHER!!! SeeSaw ducks, Impaler off the ropes into a gore!
Sickening impact as Legion is folded like a board game. SeeSaw lifts him straight into a spinebuster…SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST. SeeSaw is on the top turnbuckle…FLIGHT OF THE ORNITHOPERN!!!! KNEES UP!!! Impaler rolls onto the Toy Box Terror….ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP!!!! The Dread Pirate of Pro Wrestling is denied!
Legion hoists SeeSaw off the mat, a stuff elbow to the jaw, onto his shoulders. Here comes the running powerbomb….NO!!! SeeSaw with some hard punches and then into the running bulldog, making a CATASTROPHIC COLLIDER CACOPHONY. Cover for ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!!! It was close!
It’s SeeSaw’s turn to lift Legion but Mr Make Believe gets countered with a arm drag…and a big boot to follow-up!! SeeSaw bounces off the ropes right into an ADAM SMASHER!!!! The Impaler lifts SeeSaw onto one shoulder….but SeeSaw counters into a cutter! And a cover for ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
SeeSaw was in no mood to play around tonight!
The match has come to an end, but The Impaler looks angry…very angry.
He yells in rage, demanding the presence of one person in particular whilst picking up a microphone from ringside.
[ The Impaler ] “Chronoa, I know you’re still here…and we have some business to settle. Come out here right now, witch!”
The more angry Legion gets, the brighter the lights glow in the Slaughterhouse…until they cut out.
But only briefly.
And when they come back on, Chronoa stands in front of The Impaler with a smirk on her face.
A look that only enrages Legion further.
[ The Impaler ] “You found it necessary to bring up the transgressions of my past, using it against me with the idea that you could sway me to some mysterious cause you have. Well, if it’s a nightmare you want…it’s a nightmare you’re gonna get.”
Chronoa’s smirk fades away, the Keeper of History now just glaring at her foe in curiosity.
[ The Impaler ] “All these memories flooding back in my brain, reminding me of what happened that fateful night…the destruction that fell upon Night City…is about to find its way here, in The Slaughterhouse. Just like there was nothing to protect those people…there will be nothing to protect you.”
Legion’s voice deepens even further with the statement that follows, really hammering home the oncoming danger.
[ The Impaler ] “And when it’s all said and done, only one of us will survive…and just like that fateful night, it’s going to be me.”
With that, The Impaler drops the microphone, taking his leave of the ring as he stares down Chronoa…who cannot help but let out a very faint smirk.
And now, the road to Ring of Dreams becomes clear to them both.
A road leading to the Night City Nightmare.
[ Lucy Seraphina ] “WHAT THE FUCK, KAINE?!”
Lucy barges through the door of Kaine’s office once. Kaine rolls his eyes before sarcastically looking past her to the now open door.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Who is it? Lucy? Sure, come on in.”
Kaine relaxes in his chair, crossing his arms and glaring are her. Lucy looks unamused by the Detective’s antics.
[ Lucy Seraphina ] “You done?
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Depends? You figure out that a closed door means that you either knock or accept that the person inside has a desire to be alone?
Lucy slams her fists on the desk in front of the HellBat, Kaine barely registering the behaviour while the Angel of Silence looks ready to make Kaine go quiet.
[ Lucy Seraphina ] “I heard what you said last week. That you want me dead because I’m a problem. You haven’t seen just how much of a problem I can be!”
Kaine laughs, clasping his hands together as he leans forward getting into her face.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “You’ve been pushing me and the Camarilla to the edge for a while now, you should know how dangerous that can be. For any Kindred. So, I’d be careful you you make threats to because you’re running on thin ice, and if it’s not me killing you it will be someone else.
The Shadow Bat leans back into his chair, keeping his eyes locked on his prey.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “As for what you heard last week, I play semantics with that Monk. He’s not the first, he won’t be the last. He wants information, I won’t give it to him. He thinks you or I killed Tenchu, so I laid out choices based on the evidence in his hand.”
[ Lucy Seraphina ] “Evidence you likely fabricated. Wouldn’t be the first for that one, either.”
Kaine chuckles, not losing his train of thought.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “It was logical based on his opinion of my hand in that tragedy and the photos of you arguing. But I’m guessing you didn’t hear the rest. If you had, you would have heard me lay out other possibilities, like him killing Tenchu and the reasoning why. Same thinking as the evidence of you arguing with him. Now, get out. I’m not done my investigation and I don’t need you around to cause me more problems.”
Lucy scoffs and storms out of the room. A delivery guy runs up to Lucy with a box in hand.
[Delivery Bro] “Uuhhhhh… Are ya Lucy… Uh… Sir…a….feena?”
Lucy nods, confused. He hands her the box. He takes off shortly afterwards as she looks at it, and opens it. Whatever is inside the box, a look of shock crosses her face as she takes off down the hallway.
Gable, the Olympian, stands before Banzan. Can he scale this mountain and obtain victory?
Gable and Banzan lock up as the match begins and vie for control! Banzan has the power advantage but Cael slips behind him! GERMAN SUPLEX! GERMAN SUPLEX! GERMAN SUPLEX! Cael rolls between each suplex! He forces Banzan up! TEN COMMANDMANTS? NO! BANZAN ELBOWS HIM RIGHT IN THE JAW!
The Mountain whips around! MASSIVE OVERHEAD CHOP! GABLE GETS DROPPED WITH AUTHORITY! Banzan stands over Gable and takes a power stance! HE PUNCHES STRAIGHT DOWNWARDS WITH THE FORCE OF AN AVALANCHE AND NEARLY CAVES IN CAEL’S CHEST! Banzan leaps up! HIP DROP TO SIR GABLE!- NO! CAEL ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!
Gable just saved himself from a terrifying ending as he leaps to his feet and hits the ropes! GOLD RUSH! THE MASSIVE LIFTING SPEAR BRINGS BANZAN TO THE MAT! Cael works him and forces him into a grounded full-nelson! Banzan is fighting with all of his might to get to his feet!
BANZAN DROPS DOWN! HE FLIPS GAEL OVERHEAD AND THE OLYMPIAN ROLLS TO HIS FEET! Gable flies forward with a massive clothesline that stumbles Banzan! But the Mountain nails a massive headbutt in return! HE HITS THE ROPES! KINSHASA TO THE DAZED GABLE! BANZAN COVERS HIM FOR THE WIN! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Cael Gable may be an Olympian, but this is one mountain he could not scale!
Simon sits backstage with the members of Jet Set Radio. Ether and Tag have phones out, mockingly pretending to take photos of Simon as Wiz shines a light on him. Simon has the sunglasses of ‘Hollywood’ Luke Storm on his face, and his doing his best smouldering Luke Storm look, much to the amusement of his team mates.
[ Tag ] “I’ve gotta admit, it’s all come together as you said Simon. Every damned step.”
[ Wiz ] “Yeah. With every step, we count down to the downfall of the Bad Mother Fuckers.”
[ Simon ] “And the inevitable rise of Jet Set Radio.”
Ether chimes in her agreement, muffled through a mouthful of celebratory hotdog. But the celebration is shortlived, as a wall of flames appear, cutting Simon off from the rest of Jet Set Radio. Tag, Wiz and Ether leap into action as one, as the figures of Luke Storm and Pyre appear from the smoke.
ALL FIVE LOCK UP INTO A MASSIVE BRAWL! PYRE AND ETHER EXCHANGE BLOWS! LUKE STORM IS HIT BY A RIGHT HOOK FROM WIZ BUT TAGS TAG WITH A HOOK OF HIS OWN!
The brawl is fierce and brutal, even with the two on three advantage it seems evenly matched.
ETHER IS ROCKED BY A HEADBUTT FROM PYRE! DDT DROPS HER!
LUKE STORM IS OVERWHELMED BY THE PAIR OF TAG AND WIZ… THEY TRADE OFF PUNCHES UNTIL PYRE STEPS IN TO EVEN THE ODDS! PYRE AND STORM TAKE THEM BOTH DOWN, SLAMMING BOTH HEADS INTO THE WALL!
Almost at once, as soon as JSR are down, the wall of flames smoulders to nothing and Simon is left standing face to face with both Bad Mother Fuckers. He holds his hands up symbolically. Luke Storm balls his fist, ready to strike.
Then he pulls his punch. Stops just before striking.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “I’m going to fucking end you Simon, to stop a snake attacking you cut off it’s head. But you shouldn’t hit a man wearing your own glasses.”
He takes his designer sunglasses off Simon’s face. Then unloads the impending haymaker which finds its mark square in the face. Simon falls backwards and slumps against the wall, but it is Pyre that stands over him.
[ Pyre ] “Only if I don’t kill you first, dear. After everything you’ve put us through, don’t expect any of you assholes to walk out of Ring of Dreams.”
She reaches down, grabbing Simon by the scruff of his neck. And slaps him clean across the face.
Then, with Storm now wearing his trusty sunglasses, they take their leave.
Chip Montana is backstage, ready to go through the curtain to face Hollywood Luke Storm. It’s going to be a tough fight, but who knows if Chip knows that yet.
[ SeeSaw ] “Mister Montana! Mister Montana!”
Mr. Make Believe skips into view, his voice full of excitement. He practically bowls Montana over.
[ Chip Montana ] “Oi! Ya big bastard!”
Dusting off his shoulder, Chip doesn’t even get a chance to see anything else!
[ SeeSaw ] “I did it! I did it! I got him!”
Montana gets some exuberance in his voice himself.
[ Chip Montana ] “You found him!?”
SeeSaw nods excitedly.
[ SeeSaw ] “All I had to do was put something he wanted out in plain sight. Then he walked right into the trap, all on his own!”
[ Chip Montana ] “Hope you didn’t spring the trap, mate! He’s mine.”
[ SeeSaw ] “Oh, I haven’t sprang it yet. I know you want to be there. So come on, Dave’s waiting for us!”
Mr. Make Believe starts to skip off, but Montana stops him.
[ Chip Montana ] “I got a right dardy cunt to fight first!”
[ SeeSaw ] “Oh that’s right. I know Lukey real well. Me and his daughter used to be best friends. That’s okay though, just let me know when you’re ready to go get Dave. He won’t leave where I’ve got him.”
Montana raises an eyebrow.
[ Chip Montana ] “Where’s that, mate?”
[ SeeSaw ] “Just a little place I made. I call it the ToyBox.”
Silence reigns between them for a moment. The hair on the back of Chip Montana’s neck stands up, though he doesn’t seem to know why.
[ Chip Montana ] “Alright then, let me wrangle this drongo, then I’ll be over.”
Montana heads off towards the ring, while SeeSaw stops skipping, and drops his wide grin into a sinister smile.
[ SeeSaw ] “See you soon, Chip.”
Hollywood is about to run WILD here in the Slaughterhouse, as Luke Storm squares off with Chip Montana!
Storm looks to gain the advantage over Chip early on in this contest, unloading some hard kicks to wear him down before sending him to the ropes. Storm leaps up, hitting a big dropkick to Chip on the rebound which sends him back first onto the canvas in the process!
Storm stays on the attack with some well-placed boots to the midsection, before bringing Chip back to his feet…and sending him to the corner with another dropkick! Storm charges quickly toward the turnbuckle, but is caught off guard as Chip just manages to dodge him at the last possible moment!
Storm crashes against the turnbuckle, giving Chip a much-needed opening he can exploit as he wrenches the arm of Storm into a hammerlock, keeping the Real F’n Deal at bay until Storm manages to counter it, wrenching Chip’s arm extra tight before spinning him around, looking to hit the Codebreaker!
DOWNPOUR! NO! Chip sends Storm to the canvas with a thud…still holding his legs! Chip wraps Storm’s legs around, turning him over! SCORPION DEATHLOCK! Storm slips out, struggling to his feet…getting turned around by Chip into a sitout tombstone piledriver! DOWN UNDER DRIVER! Chip with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Chip manages to turn the tide of the Storm, beating Hollywood in the process here tonight and remaining undefeated.
WINNER: CHIP MONTANA
A body goes flying through a shattered wooden door.
Sir Renault walks through the shards, a noose in hand, ready to continue his assault. BUT HERE COMES STARBOY!
LOW BLOW! THE REACH-AROUND SENDS SIR RENAULT TO HIS KNEES!
Meanwhile, Sir Gable’s blue form flies across our screen, SPEARING THE GENERATION KID OUT OF HIS BOOTS!
Starboy goes to help, but Sir Bellator is there with a massive clubbing forearm across the back. Paired off now, the two trios are brawling.
Vigour and Renault.
Starboy and Bellator.
TGK and Gable.
Plunder is flying all over the place. Wooden splinters lay across the ground.
This is war. This is two groups who want to wipe the other off the face of this planet, and all planets for that matter.
But something quickly comes between them.
WOOSH! FIRE FLIES ACROSS THE FLOOR OF THE BACKSTAGE AREA! IT RAISES A WALL BETWEEN THE TWO GROUPS!
And standing to the side is none other than Sir Vant. He looks towards his knights.
[ Sir Vant ] “Stop this foolishness. If you lower yourselves to the level of these miscreants, then there will be no victory.”
[ Starboy ] “Starboy’ll lower you alright, old man!”
TGK ignores Vant, and points across the fire to Gable, Bellator, and Renault.
[ The Generation Kid ] “We’re not afraid anymore. There’s nothing you can’t do to us that you haven’t already tried.”
[ Sir Vant ] “Is that so?”
He steps towards the fire, but Vigour stops him. The Good Time Guy looks at Sir Vant instead.
[ Vigour ] “What do you propose, then?”
[ Sir Vant ] “If you want all-out war, then you will get it at Ring of Dreams. Anything goes. Bring all of your filth, and watch it be washed away by Vayikra.”
Vigour nods slowly, looking to Kid and Starboy, who both nod in return.
[ Vigour ] “Deal. This is it.”
Sir Vant doesn’t even look to his knights, nodding his agreement with Vigour.
[ Sir Vant ] “It’s settled then.”
The Rainbow Party head back the way they came as Sir Vant strides through the fire to look upon his soldiers.
[ Sir Vant ] “Even with distractions, those sinners still fight even with our sure steps. Perhaps you have your own distractions. Are you minds clear?”
He looks at each in turn. They all nod, but the hooded man lingers on Sir Bellator for just a moment.
[ Sir Vant ] “Good. With no distractions, we are sure to end the Rainbow Party at Ring of Dreams. In Yahweh’s name.”
The three answer in kind.
At Ring of Dreams, it’s anything goes between these trios, and it will be an explosive fight!
Deathnote seeks his stolen notebook but Viper Roberts – the suspect – is nowhere to be seen. Will he be able to beat answers out The Head Snake’s former disciple?
Deathnote moves towards Wiz with real intent. A shoulder-arm tie-up ensues and The Scribe pushes Wiz onto the ropes, lifting the Sultan of Funk into a fireman’s carry….GATHER THY-NOOOO!!! Wiz rolls right through the lift. The former snake swings a kick but The Shinigami catches the foot. Snap kick with the other leg….TAPDANCE FUNK….The enziguri drops Deathnote.
No cover from Wiz, he wants to spread his wings. Watch this Purple Pelican fly….STRAIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!! The self-proclaimed New God hoists Wiz onto his shoulders….running burning hammer….DYING WISH!!!! A cover for ONE! TWO! THREE-NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Deathnote peels Wiz off the mat, Irish whip into the ropes but The Smooth Sovereign holds onto the ropes and explodes off them middle rope….springboard double axe handle smash. Deathnote is rocked and spiked with the float over DDT…THE BOOM BOOM could do it….ONE! TWO! THR-
NOT QUITE!!!! Deathnote kicks out at the very last second. Wiz appears to be the man in control but as he lifts The Literati, a counter with an arm twist….Will Deathnote TURN THE PAGE? NO!! Wiz counters with a drop toe hold. Deathnote rises….CANNED HEAT!!! erases Deathnote’s pages. Wiz from the top rope…ELECTRIC FREEBIRD! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Wiz burns Deathnote’s paper to ashes
Both men, recovering after their match, now stand in the ring. Deathnote strides over to Wiz, pointed finger on his chest.
[ Deathnote ] “Give him up, Wiz.”
Wiz looks confused.
[ Wiz ] “Who, man?”
[ Deathnote ] “I know you were one of the last to see Viper, so you must know where he is.”
[ Wiz ] “I’m only one of the last because that jive turkey kicked me out of the nest, I haven’t seen him in weeks.”
Deathnote, frustrated that this conversation is going the exact opposite way than he wanted, resorts to asking again, just louder.
[ Deathnote ] “You can play those games all you like but he must have left some indication to someone about where he was going to be. And if you are the last person to see him then I’m sure it has to be you, and I’ll beat it out of you if that’s what it takes.”
A look of realisation hits Wiz.
[ Wiz ] “Oh dog, I got some good news for you, ya dig? You just reminded me. I haven’t heard nothin’ from him, just like I said, but when you said ‘indication’ it made me think. Maybe this is for you.”
Wiz reaches into his pocket and hands some folded paper to Deathnote. When he unfurls it it’s a creased, sealed envelope. On the front is a capital ‘D’ cut from a newspaper, not dissimilar to a ransom note. Deathnote gulps and opens it. Inside is more paper, and when he unfolds that, there are more clippings glued down into place.
“VIPER ROBERTS WILL SEE YOU AT RING OF DREAMS. HE WILL HAVE YOUR BOOK”
Deathnote stares at the letter, looking for any clue of where or who this came from, but there is nothing aside from the clipped letters. But at least now – unless this is a cruel trick – he’ll finally get some answers. He leaves the ring without even so much as another word to Wiz.
Final judgment. Couples therapy. Turf war. Just another title defense. Whatever you want to call it, the tag team titles are on the line tonight in a ladder match for the ages!
The ref hangs the OSW Tag Team Championship belts on the big, hanging brass ring and signals for the bell to ring.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
The four participating tag teams wait in their respective corners, watching the belts get lifted up towards the rafters of the Slaughterhouse.
Sir Bellator sits perched on the top turnbuckle grasping his rosary beads as he prays the Hail Mary, and Sir Renault kneels as he performs the sign of the cross while Sir Vant chants Latin prayers from outside the ring, flicking holy water into the front row of the crowd.
Vigour and Starboy alternate between staring daggers across the ring at Vayikra and looking up at the title belts. Vigour jumps in place, working on his calisthenics. Starboy is limbering up, leaning deep into a stretch with one leg hoisted up on the top rope.
Tag and Ether huddle together in their corner, game planning no doubt for the mayhem they hope to unleash on their rivals across the ring from them as well as their other two adversaries.
And finally in the fourth corner we see Pyre sizing up the other teams before fixing her gaze on her fiancé Zero, who has not broken his stare away from the tag titles hanging above him.
Zero and Pyre are committed to one another just as long as they’ve been married to those titles, acquiring them at The Bad Motherfuckers’ conception, and defending them successfully for nearly a year.
It won’t be easy for them to part ways with part of their identity, but they must do so to consummate their marriage to one another.
Seeing the pain in Zero’s eyes, Pyre turns his head to hers—
And kisses him.
It’s a subtle reminder of why Zero must do the unthinkable tonight…
BUT VAYIKRA ABRUPTLY RUSHES THE LOVERS!!
Renault and Bellator mercilessly put the boots to Zero and Pyre, continuing the beat down they started in last week’s match. Renault shoves a knee into Zero’s neck while Bellator stomps a mudhole into Pyre—
DROPKICK BY VIGOUR!!
BELLATOR TUMBLES THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE!!
OIL CHECK TO RENAULT!!!
Starboy jostles Renault around the ring by the asshole then bum rushes him through the ropes to the outside!
Starboy lands ontop of Renault in a heap—
AND BEGINS HUMPING HIM FROM ABOVE TO A RAUCOUS CHEER FROM THE CROWD!!
THEY FOLLOW UP WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP TO RENAULT’S FACE FROM BEHIND!!
STARBOY RAISES HIS ARM WHILE HE UNDULATES ONTOP OF RENAULT AS IF HE WERE RIDING A MECHANICAL BULL AT THE NIGHT CLUB!!!!!
RIDE HIM, COWBOY!!!!!
Meanwhile Tag and Ether have retrieved a ladder from underneath the ring and slide it in towards the Bad Mother Fuckers…
Zero and Pyre struggle to their feet as Jet Set Radio lay the ladder in the middle of the ring before pursuing the champs.
Tag whips Zero into the ropes and on the rebound hits him with a DROP TOE HOLD—
FACE-FIRST ONTO THE LADDER!!
Zero’s forehead bounces off the metal just as Ether skates into Pyre in the corner—
THE LOLLIPOP KILL!!
ZERO’S NOT THE ONLY ONE DEEP DOWN PYRE’S THROAT!!
Pyre goes down in a heap, gasping for precious oxygen…
Meanwhile, it’s pandemonium on the outside. The Rainbow party are continuing their momentum from last week and are absolutely taking it to Vayikra!
Starboy and Vigour whip Renault and Bellator into opposite crowd barricades. The crowd members jeer and assault the holy knights as they crash back-first onto the steel!
Then the TRP members run at each other—
They lock arms and spin around in a 180—
And sprint back in opposite directions towards the zealots who are both wobbling forward off the barricades—
STEREO SLING BLADES!!
GANGBANGARANGS ONTO THE FLOOR!!
Starboy and Vigour hype up the lit crowd before searching under the apron…
AND PULLING OUT TWO TABLES!!
They set up the tables next to one another, before returning their attention back to the zealots…
Back in the ring, Tag and Ether set up the ladder and begin to climb up either side as Pyre catches her breath and Zero gets to his feet. JSR are climbing, nearing the top of the ladder, and reaching up—
Zero climbs up behind Ether and grabs her leg before she can reach the belts! He yanks her leg down and lariats her in the back once— twice— thrice with his bionic arm to stop her momentum!
On the other side of the ladder, Pyre has managed to prevent Tag from reaching the straps and grapples him in a bear hug from behind!
Zero lifts Ether onto his shoulders into a torture rack on the ladder—
Ether flails her extremities as Zero looks down to the canvas—
BURNING HAMMER OFF THE LADDER TO ETHER!!!!!
The force of the landing wobbles the ladder a bit as Pyre climbs over the back of Tag like a spider monkey—
PYRE IS ON TAG’S SHOULDERS—
SHE REACHES UP—
BUT TAG LEANS BACKWARDS—
HE’S GOING TO ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP PYRE OFF THE LADDER!!!!
PYRE COUNTERED THE ELECTRIC CHAIR INTO A POISONRANA!!!!!
TAG WAS SLAMMED ONTO HIS HEAD!!!!!
EVERYONE IS DOWN INSIDE THE RING!!!!
Back on the outside, Bellator rushes Vigour, but it’s Vigour who takes a page out of his friend TGK’s book tossing Bellator overhead in stride with a smooth belly-to-belly suplex that sends Bellator crashing back-first into the ring post, and then down to the floor onto his neck—
NOBODY CALLS ME YELLOW!!
Renault and Starboy are brawling on the apron now! Renault misses with a wild swing then Starboy kicks Renault in the gut and stuffs his head between their legs—
CHOCOLATE STARFISH DESTROYER ON THE APRON!?!?
NO!! RENAULT GRABS THE ROPES!!
Darth Jesus fights out and hangs Starboy up on the ropes! Now Renault grabs Starboy around the waist from behind—
BUT STARBOY HANGS ON DESPERATELY TO THE ROPES!!
RENAULT THRUSTS AGAIN—
HE WANTS TO GERMAN SUPLEX THEM OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE!!!
As Renault thrusts a third time Starboy audibly taunts him—
“HARDER!!!” they scream into the night!
Renault, being thrown a curveball, lets go in shock, and from behind it’s— you guessed it— Vigour who lifts Renault off the apron…
AND DROPS HIM INTO A LUMBAR CHECK ON THE FLOOR!!!!
VIM AND VIGOUR!!!!
Renault and Vigour are down, but there’s no time to waste— the tag team titles are on the line!
Starboy heads over to the middle turnbuckle, stalking the rising Zero from behind.
Starboy swivels their hips and blows Zero a kiss, leaping at Zero as he turns—
MID-AIR BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!!!
ZERO DAMN NEAR TOOK STARBOY’S HEAD OFF!!!
Zero folds up the ladder and leans it up against the corner turnbuckles. Zero motions for Pyre, and they bring Starboy towards the corner in a double front grapple—
DOUBLE VERTICAL SUPLEX INTO THE LADDER!!!
Starboy writhes in pain as they bounce off the steel and slide down to the canvas, but Zero has gone outside the ring to retrieve another ladder while Pyre puts the boots to Ether, Tag, and Starboy in the ring…
Back to the opposite side on the outside the ring, Vigour has laid Renault on the tables and pulled out a massive ladder from under the ring! He shows it off to the crowd and points to Renault, which sparks a big pop!
Vigour sets the ladder up and climbs to the top.
He wants to make a splash.
Vigour sets his sight upon his nemesis sprawled on the table as the crowd gets to their feet—
VIGOUR WANTS ALL FIVE STARS FOR HIS NEMESIS—
HE’S GONNA JUMP—
SIR BELLATOR HAS ESCALERA’D UP THE TURNBUCKLES FROM THE APRON AND SPRINGBOARDED ONTO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE LADDER—
HOLY WATER TO VIGOUR’S EYES!!!
VIGOUR’S BLINDED, AND WORSE, STUCK IN NO MAN’S LAND WITH A PSYCHOTIC FUCKING ZEALOT!!!
Sir Vant rolls Renault off the table as Bellator grapples Vigour from the top of the ladder—
Bellator steadies himself—
AND BACKFLIPS OFF THE LADDER—
TAKING VIGOUR TO HELL WITH A SPANISH FLY FROM THE HEAVENS!!!!
THROUGH THE TABLES!!!!!!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
The crowd chants as Zero and Pyre look on from the ring in disbelief, and then get right back to business, setting up a ladder and creating a bridge off it with the second folded ladder slid through the steps and onto the ropes.
Pyre drags Ether to her feet as Zero picks up Tag. Zero whips Tag face-first into the bridge and Tag whiplashes off it to the canvas! Pyre whips Ether towards it as well, but Ether ducks and skates under it, and hangs onto the ropes to prevent a rebound! Pyre leap frogs the bridge in pursuit but jumps right into a spinning heel kick—
Zero follows suit and attempts a lariat but Ether pulls down on the ropes and Zero goes spilling to the outside near Sir Renault. Renault grapples Zero from behind—
Renault rolls through—
Renault rolls through again—
BUT ZERO EVADES WITH A STANDING SWITCH—
JUMPING KNEE OUTTA NOWHERE TO ZERO ‘S FACE FROM SIR VANT!!!
Renault with the standing switch—
DRAGON SUPLEX ONTO THE FLOOR!!!!
THE HOLY TRINITY IS COMPLETE!!!!!
Back inside the ring, Ether shakes Tag to his feet and they go to target Starboy. Ether pulls their arm and shoves her foot in their face for a sole food as Tag leapfrogs for a fameasser—
NO COMPLY!! FUCK YA FACE!!
POP SHOVED IT!!!
Starboy is down, and the punks look to the ladder…
But into the ring rush Vayikra and the zealots take JSR down from behind! Vayikra beat down the rebels before Sir Vant calls something out from ringside that stops Vayikra in their tracks.
Bellator lifts Ether up high into a crucifix in one corner of the ring, and Renault does the same to Tag in the opposite corner—
DOUBLE RAZOR’S EDGE!!!!
THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE HAS WITNESSED YAHWEH’S SIGN!!!!!
Bellator dumps Ether to the outside as Renault throws out Tag, and then the zealots immediately begin scaling the ladder…
Up they climb…
THEY REACH UP!!!
BUT VIGOUR GRABS RENAULT’S LEG!!!
AND PYRE HAS A HOLD OF BELLATOR!!!
They each yank a zealot off the ladder—
PYRE NAILS BELLATOR WITH AN X-FACTOR IN MID-AIR—
FIRE IN THE BELLY OFF THE LADDER!!!
Vigour lifts Renault from behind again as he did earlier—
SOME MORE VIM AND VIGOR??
NO!! RENAULT SLIPS OUT—
But Renault is surrounded by Vigour, Pyre, and Zero now…
And they want a piece of him.
RIGHT HAND BY VIGOUR!
KICK TO THE BALLS BY PYRE!!
Renault is hunched over in agony…
Kick to the gut—
STUNNER TO RENAULT!!!
PUNK CITY KILLER BY ZERO!!!
Renault flops down next to Bellator, but Jet Set Radio have slid back into the ring—
BICYCLE KICK TO PYRE— TAG HITS THE FIVE STAR FACIAL!!!
METEORA TO THE SEATED ZERO— ETHER CONNECTS WITH MACH FIVE!!!
The champs are down, and Vigour attacks Tag from behind, but the numbers game catches up when Ether helps out her friend.
Ether slams Vigour’s head into the ladder, then motions to Tag. Tag lifts Vigour up into a stalling suplex and Ether skates into the ropes…
THEY’RE THINKING 1080 SKULLFUCK—
BUKKAKE TO TAG FROM STARBOY!!!!!
MR. MONEY SHOT GETS TAGGED— A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE!!!
OR IN THIS CASE STARBOY’S, UM, ELIXIR…
Vigour slips out and drills Ether with a jumping hurricanrana on her rebound off the ropes!!
Starboy clotheslines the staggering Tag over the top rope to the outside as Vigour looks to flash this match up a bit—
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!
QUICK THRILL ONTO ETHER!!!
Vigour and Starboy look to the ladder, then up to the belts—
THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET—
THEY REACH UP—
STEEL CHAIR SHOT TO VIGOUR’S BACK FROM BELLATOR!!!
VIGOUR DROPS TO THE CANVAS LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES!!!
… BUT STARBOY HAS HIS HANDS ON THE BELTS!!!!!!
RENAULT IS STANDING ON THE BRIDGE FROM BELOW AND IS PULLING THEM DOWN BY THE LEGS—
RENAULT IS TRYING TO POWERBOMB STARBOY ONTO THE BRIDGE!!!!
STARBOY IS GYRATING HIS CROTCH IN RENAULT’S FACE WHILE CLUTCHING THE TOP OF THE LADDER FOR DEAR LIFE!!!!
BELLATOR JUST BRAINED STARBOY WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!
Starboy is literally seeing stars, and Bellator has climbed to the top on the opposite side of the ladder—
THE TITLES ARE THERE FOR THE TAKING, BUT BELLATOR’S NOT REACHING FOR THEM—
NO, VAYIKRA WANT TO MAKE STARBOY PAY FOR THEIR ANTICS—
RENAULT LIFTS STARBOY HIGH INTO A CRUCIFIX…
AND BELLATOR LEAPS OFF THE LADDER WITH A BLOCKBUSTER AS RENAULT SITOUT POWERBOMBS STARBOY ONTO THE BRIDGE—
CRUCIFIX STREET SWEEPER ONTO THE LADDER!!!!!
OH MY GOD!!!!!
THE BRIDGE COLLAPSES AND ALL THREE OF THEM ARE BROKEN IN HALF!!!!
THAT’S SACRIFICE AND COMMITMENT TO A CAUSE!!!!
It looks like a car crash occurred in the ring, and it’s Tag and Ether who slide the mammoth ladder into the ring now. Tag attempts to set it up, but he keeps moving it to the wrong place because his vision is still impaired from the earlier bukakke, so Ether attempts to redirect him until finally giving up and shoving him aside to do it herself.
Two ladders are set up next to one another now, one of them taller than the other.
Tag begins climbing slowly up the shorter ladder despite Ether’s efforts to direct him up the taller one, and she climbs up the other side of the tall ladder diagonally from him.
Meanwhile Zero and Pyre have each slid a table in and set them up on either side of the steps while Tag wastes time as he keeps reaching up from too far underneath the belts thinking he’s on the verge of winning. Ether’s roller skates act as a barrier to climbing fast as well, and frustratedly she shrieks at him to get his act together!
Zero climbs up the adjacent ladder next to Tag, zooming right by him…
HE’S REACHING FOR THE TITLE BELTS—
ZERO IS GOING TO DISOBEY SIMON!!!!
WHAT ABOUT THE DIVORCE PAPERS!?!?
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BABE!?!?” Pyre emphatically yells as she holds Ether’s leg from below.
Zero stops, and thinks for a moment as Tag blindly reaches around again nowhere near the belts due to those white, crusty eyelids courtesy of the Ass for the Masses.
Zero must make a decision.
It’s his wife, or the gold.
Pyre eats a roller skate kick from Ether as she holds the Bad Random’s leg, watching on in hope.
Zero grimaces and turns to Tag, who doesn’t realize Zero is right next to him, and flashes him a middle finger.
Tag’s in danger.
TAG IS FLAILING AROUND AS ZERO NODS HIS HEAD AT PYRE…
ETHER STRIKE FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LADDER TO ZERO!!!
IT CONNECTS FLUSH!!!
Zero is falling backwards, but he maintains his vice grip around Tag’s neck and takes him with him—
THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!
SEXY DYNAMITE WAS TAGGED EARLIER, AND NOW IT MAY BE TIME FOR HIM TO BE BAGGED!!!!!!
BUT EITHER IS CLIMBING NEAR THE TOP OF THE LADDER NOW…
SHE’S WITHIN REACH!!!!
BUT IT’S PYRE CLIMBING UP THE ADJACENT LADDER!!!
THE GIRLS TRADE PUNCHES—
PYRE LEANS OFF THE LADDER ON ONE FOOT…
ETHER REACHES UP—
BAPTISM BY FIRE ON THE LADDERS!!!!
NOW ETHER LEANS OFF THE LADDER ON ONE FOOT…
ETHER IS OUT ON HER FEET—
THE BELTS ARE PYRE’S FOR THE TAKING!!!
It’s Pyre’s turn to make a choice.
Pyre is poised.
It’s no contest for her.
She looks up…
But she doesn’t reach for the belts.
No championship could come between her and the man of her dreams.
Pyre blows a kiss goodbye towards the titles above her, and leaps with a twist towards the dazed Ether—
PYRE JUST ECLIPSED ETHER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!
PYRE’S DECISION JUST COST THE BAD MOTHER FUCKERS THE TITLES!!!!!
“B-M-F! B-M-F! B-M-F!”
It’s total anarchy.
Everyone is down and only the two ladders stand tall as the crowd salutes the Bad Mother Fuckers, perhaps as champions for the last time.
What a match.
What a war!
But the question remains:
Who’s going to be the one who emerges from the wreckage to stake their claim for the titles?
There’s movement amongst the wreckage—
IT’S SIR RENAULT!!!
Darth Jesus pulls himself upright against the ladder, but his legs can’t support his weight…
SIR VANT IS IN THE RING!!!
SIR VANT IS HOISTING RENAULT ON HIS SHOULDERS AND CLIMBING THE LADDER!!!
NOT LIKE THIS!!!
Up they go…
WILL THEY REACH THE PROMISED LAND????
Sir Renault reaches up as Vigour pulls himself over to the ladder—
VIGOUR IS TRYING TO PUSH OVER THE LADDER—
BUT IT’S TOO LATE!!!!
RENAULT HAS THE TITLES AND THE BELL RINGS!!!!!!!
SIR RENAULT AND SIR BELLATOR—
ARE THE NEW OSW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!
Hallelujah! The Final Judgment has passed and it’s Vayikra who find themselves in paradise with their tag team championship gold!
WINNERS AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: VAYIKRA
Moments before The Generation Kid heads to the ring for his match with Simon, he’s standing in a locker room backstage, psyching himself up in a mirror.
Something startles him and as he turns around, we see that Pyre is stood in the door way.
[ Pyre ] “You know, Xavier isn’t good at accepting help.”
[ The Generation Kid ] “I can see that for sure.”
Pyre enters the room and stands opposite the kid.
[ Pyre ] “He might not say it out loud, he might not even say it at all, but we both appreciate what you’re trying to do for us. Ring of Dreams is the biggest night of your career and you’re putting that on the line to help us out of our predicament.”
[ The Generation Kid ] “I just want to do the right thing, you know?”
[ Pyre ] “It’s been a really long time since I did the right thing, Kid – that said, I want you to know that we’re grateful. Win, lose or draw tonight, you’re stepping out there and selflessly fighting a battle that has nothing to do with you.”
She leans in and gives him an inexplicable peck on the cheek. It surprises him, so the point where he freezes – stopping dead.
[ The Generation Kid ] “I’ll win tonight, I promise you that.”
Pyre pats him on the shoulder.
[ Pyre ] “I don’t doubt it.”
With TGK still reeling from the peck on the cheek, Pyre smirks and walks away, leaving him stood there to contemplate the gravity.
The Taskmaster came within inches of winning Lambs and gaining that elusive world title shot but fell to the heart and soul of The Generation Kid. However, thanks to Simon’s wicked dealings and machiavellian mind, he’s managed to sneak his way into a second chance at the main event of Ring of Dreams. Will Simon sneak his way into another world title shot or can the Kid shut him down once and for all?
The bell rings as TGK rushes forward, only for Simon to immediately grab the ropes, half outside the ring as he admonishes the referee, yelling at him to keep back that animal. The Kid just shakes his head as he walks back. Simon gets back into the ring as TGK lunges forward only for Simon to do it once more, the frustration on TGK’s face rearing as a sly smile creeps onto Simon’s face. The Taskmaster taunting the jeering crowd for a moment
BEFORE HE’S GRABBED BY THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND BIEL TOSSED BACK INTO THE RING!
Simon staggers up to his feet in a daze right into a flurry of lefts and rights by TGK who backs Simon up against the ropes before throwing him across the ring. TGK turns around, ready for a high impact move but the Taskmaster just slides underneath the ropes, shaking off the cobwebs for a moment as he tries to regroup.
It wasn’t perfect but damn was it effective as TGK just drove Simon down hard onto the concrete. The Kid gets up gingerly as he tries to pull Simon up but the Taskmaster slips out of his grasp, backing off as he tries to put some distance between him and the Kid, scooting back into the steel steps. The Kid walks forward after Simon
DROP TOE HOLD! Simon suckered the Kid into that one.
TGK is stunned on the steel as Simon lifts his head up and slams it down hard onto the steps a few times before lifting him up, gripping him by the hair and throwing him head first into the ring post. The Kid bounces off with a sickening thud, a small trickle of blood pooling down his face as he drops to his knees, clutching onto the pole.
CATALAN OPENING! TGK’s skull gets driven into the pole as he may well be out cold, Simon rolling back into the ring with a giant smile on his face as he motions for the referee to begin counting him out.
The Kid’s barely stirring, still dazed from the brutal concussion Simon may well have given him
The Kid’s on his feet but still rocked as he looks like he can barely stand at the moment
Goddamn Simon can’t win like this
TE…TGK SLIDES INTO THE RING AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!
Simon scowls, the Kid barely stopping the countout loss but he’s still battered and bruised and may well be an easy target for Simon to pick off as the Taskmaster is driving him down into the mat with a furious onslaught of stomps. He lifts the Kid up to his feet, double underhooking him before raining down knee after knee as Simon tries to open up that cut even more. A brutal high knee sends The Kid stumbling back before Simon rushes forward
BACKSLIDE TO THE FUTURE!
TGK hooks Simon out of nowhere as the referee drops down for the cover
TW…SIMON KICKS OUT!
PUNT TO THE FUCKING JAW!
The Taskmaster takes back control with a single move as TGK crumples but he doesn’t let him fall, gripping him by the head as he rushes forward
TORRE ATTACK! BULLDOG RIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!
TGK collapses to the mat but he’s quickly lifted up by Simon who drills him with another sickening knee to the head before hooking him up
SIMON-PLEX! The Taskmaster delivers that beautiful fisherman with ease as the referee drops down for another cover
THR….NO! TGK JUST KICKS OUT!
Simon is pissed as he kicks the trying to rise Kid in the jaw before dropping down as he tries to lock in the Checkmate but The Kid manages to kick him off. Simon staggers back before trying again
TRANSFORMERS! INSIDE CRADLE OUT OF NOWHERE! Simon struggles in the pin as the referee drops down for the cover
…………SIMON KICKS OUT!
The Taskmaster tries to kick TGK in the jaw once more but this time the Kid dodges it, rolling to his feet as he ducks underneath a clothesline before leaping up as Simon turns around
THE KARATE…SIMON DUCKS IT AT THE LAST MOMENT!
The spinning backfist hits flush as TGK collapses to the mat but Simon doesn’t go for Checkmate, instead rolling out of the ring and grabbing his insurance policy
That damn steel chair.
Simon rolls back into the ring and chair raised high, begins wailing ten shades of shit out of the Generation Kid, driving the steel over and over into the prone body of the Kid to the cries of agony before dropping it to the canvas and lifting the Kid up off his feet
PILEDRIVER ONTO THE FUCKING CHAIR!
That has to be it as TGK’s blood stains the steel, completely limp as Simon floats over with a lackluster cover.
Not Like This
TGK KICKS OUT!
Simon is pissed, trying to calm down his fury at TGK’s resilience as he looks at the steel chair and gets a sickening idea. Setting up the chair in a seated position before he pulls the Kid up by his hair and placing it through the opening onto the seat before he backs up
Simon’s not looking just to win, he wants to cripple the poor kid here as he rushes forward
W….TGK SLIPS OUT OF THE CHAIR!
Simon stomps the empty seat before turning around
WAX ON SIMON YOU DOUCHEBAG! KARATE KID CRANE KICK TO THE FACE!
Both men collapse to the mat as they’re slow to rise, Simon just that little bit faster as he tries to deliver a right hand but TGK blocks it, rocking Simon with a hard headbutt before gripping him around the waist
NO BODY CALLS ME YELLOW!
TGK nails the Belly to Belly but he keeps locked onto Simon, delivering a second and then a third before finally throwing The Taskmaster half way across the ring with a release version. Simon’s rocked as TGK is feeling it, the crowd firmly on the side of the Eighties Kid as he looks to go 88 miles per hour.
DOC BROWN’S DELOREAN…TO THE REFEREE!
Simon pulled the ref in the way at the last moment as TGK spears the poor official out of his damn boots. Simon taking advantage of the chaos as he spins TGK around, looking for another Gambit but The Kid catches it.
AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE! The Rock Bottom hits flush as TGK covers
But there’s no referee!!
The crowd counts along, three, five, seven. TGK has it win here but he can’t do anything thanks to Simons dirty tactics. He rolls off the Taskmaster, kneeling down by the referee as he tries to shake him awake
LOW BL…NO! TGK notices Simon just in time, avoiding the uppercut to the balls before dropping to his knees
TGK gave Simon a taste of his own medicine there as he picks up the hurting Simon
BEFORE SHOWING HIM ANOTHER MOST EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!
The Rock Bottom hits hard as the referee slowly begins to stir, TGK hooking both legs as the official slowly counts
TGK does it here tonight, putting down Simon, not only keeping the main event of Ring of Dreams a one on one contest but forcing the Taskmasters hand in giving Zero and Pyre somewhat of a happy ending for the moment.
WINNER: THE GENERATION KID
The Generation Kid has done it!
He gets back to his feet, groggy and disorientated, but with the win firmly under his belt. At Ring of Dreams, Simon must give Zero and Pyre their signed divorce papers.
Zero makes his way down the entrance ramp, rolling under the bottom rope and popping back up to meet The Generation Kid.
They look at each other for a moment; then Zero offers a handshake.
The Kid smiles, gleefully accepting.
[ Zero ] “Thanks kid…”
STUNNER TO THE GENERATION KID! STUNNER! STUNNER! STUNNER!
That Eighties Kid flies across the ring, bouncing away. The fans are mixed, some booing, some cheering, but everyone watches as Zero gets back to his feet.
[ Zero ] “I’m sorry kid, but no good deed goes unpunished in Old School Wrestling. At Ring of Dreams, you wanna take somethin’ from me that I can’t afford to lose. I appreciate what you did here tonight, but it doesn’t change shit. You’re comin’ for my belt, and you’re gonna fuck around and find out.”
The Taskmaster gets back to his feet.
[ Simon ] “I bet you’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Zero looks at Simon, both now face to face in the middle of the ring.
[ Simon ] “You’ll get your papers at Ring of Dreams, little doggy.”
He looks at down at the unconscious TGK with a smirk.
[ Simon ] “But you just remember, we’re not finished until I say so.”
[ Zero ] “Oh there’s a time for you and me mother fucker, but for now…”
ZERO FLIPS SIMON THE BIRD..
PUNK CITY KILLER!
ZERO LAYS SIMON OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
THE FANS GO WILD!
The OSW World Champion gets back to his feet and stands over the carnage left in the middle of the ring. Pyre and Luke Storm make their way out to meet him, embracing in the middle of the ring.
Next week is Ring of Dreams!