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GARY, INCORPORATED

Click.Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.

In the shithole that is a Gary, Indiana, D’von Chambers stands in the middle of a large open park. It looks like it hasn’t been played in since the 90’s, with decay and grime in every which direction.

When a limousine pulls up and out steps Berkshire Ellison Green, Zero, Albert Shaw and CXDY, to say it looks out of place on these streets is somewhat an understatement.

They cautiously approach Chambers in the middle of the park.

“Why the hell would you want to meet here?” Green says with a sneer of disgust. “I feel as if I’m getting dirty just standing here.”

“I need you to do something important,” Chambers says – his arms folded. “I need you to fix the problem you created and release The Butcher from his incarceration.”

BEG turns around to look at his crew, all of them bursting out into an eruption of laughter. Green takes off his glasses, shaking his head.

Zero meanwhile steps in.

“I’ve heard you’re a Christian man – I suppose that’s what gives you those giant grapefruits, huh? Who do you think you are to summon Blood Money Incorporated to this shithole and make demands? I ought to bitch-slap the black off you, boy.”

Green pulls Zero back and takes over.

“You must’ve known our answer?” He asks earnestly. “The Butcher was responsible for the death of Tyler Brooks. He’s treated us like lambs to his slaughter for long enough and now we’re taking over Old School Wrestling.”

Chambers shakes his head, beginning to pace.

“You don’t understand the severity of this situation, do you? It hasn’t effected Gary, but New York City is going to become a warzone – it’s only a matter of time before that war destroys Earth. I need The Butcher to help me fix it.”

Green looks at Cody, who looks at Albie and Zero.

“I’m sorry,” BEG says with a shrug. “But that’s not our problem.”

He turns to walk away, but something stops him.

They’re no longer alone.

It doesn’t matter which way they turn, they’re abruptly stopped by hundreds of…

Junkrats.

“G’day mate,” Junkrat says to Green. “Fancy comin’ to the middle of woop woop. It’s been a whiole, ain’t it?”

BEG gulps.

“I couldn’t take the chance that you’d say no,” D’von says. “Thanks for coming Mayor Junkrat. I appreciate you bringing your support too.”

“No drama, big boy, there’s no need to cry about it, ya dingo,” Junkrat says with a big smile. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to see this cunt and tell him to rack off.”

“The fuck did you say, Kangaroo?” Albie says with a grimace. He steps forward with his fists clenched. “How about you hop, skip and get yourself knocked the fuck out?”

Suddenly, he has about a gazillion guns pointed at him.

He gulps.

“You fuckin’ Limey’s with your big ol’ bollocks, how about a little target practice for me rats?” Junky says with a chuckle. “I reckon they could shoot your tiny pecker off at 10 paces. You’re definitely overcompensating for a tiny willy, mate. Look at those arms. You look like an advert for fuckin’ steroids.”

Green pulls him back into line with the group.

“And you,” Junkrat says turning attention to CXDY. “Grow old gracefully you cunt. You look like a walkin’ penis extension with your fake tan and leather jacket. I s’pose you spend every night suffocating in his big ol’ titties? He the broad to your fancy sportscar?”

Blood Money Inc look less than impressed as BEG once again addresses D’von.

“So, this is how it’s going to be, Chambers?” Green asks with a shake of his head. “Do you really want to make an enemy out of us?”

“You’re unreasonable and you don’t understand. This isn’t about you or I; its about the world. If you want a fight then we’ll have one but right now, there’s more important things to worry about.”

Berkshire looks towards Zero with a nod.

“Release him,” he says with disdain.

Zero’s eyes sort of glaze over as he works his internet magic using his head and visor. CXDY can’t stand to look at it, turning away and pacing enraged.

Albie tries to comfort him.

“Don’t worry mate, we’ll get him on the outside.”

Zero finally stops.

“It’s done; the papers are filed. The Butcher will be out in a couple of days.”

Green turns to D’von and looks him angrily in the eyes.

“There, you have what you wanted,” he sneers. “Now let us leave this dump.”

“HEY!” Junkrat yells.

D’von shares a nod with a disgruntled Junkrat who circles a hand above his head.

“Alroight Rats, let the pussyholes through and try not to fuck ’em.”

Blood Money Inc carefully walk through the Junkrat’s to their limousine, hopping inside and speeding off as quickly as they can.

Chambers is left with Junkrat, who slaps an arm around his shoulders.

“Fancy a barbie, mate?”

Cut.

 

 


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DIVIDE

Banzan is sitting in a field. He is deep in meditation today.”Hey, Banzan.”

Bishop says normally but Banzan doesn’t respond.

Bishop shrugs thinking Banzan can’t hear him. he shouts to make up for it.

“Hey Banzan!”

Still no answer. He is fully immersed.

Bishop pulls out his phone, he begins to play the recording from last week but just the girl screaming in agony.

That snapped Banzan out of it. he stands up and quickly turns around.

“You still can’t hear that and not think of Alice can you?”

“What do you want? You say I’m a monster yet you burn an innocent.”

“I didn’t burn her, Pyre did and I never called her a saint. Sometimes it takes a monster to kill a monster.”

“You didn’t answer my question, what do you want?”

“Oh nothing really, I actually miss our old talks sometimes. For a monster, you do dispense wisdom so give me some.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“See… you are wise. No, the real reason I’m here is to distract you. I know you meditate to reach out to her subconsciously. You two have become connected now and I want you two to be apart as long a possible right now.”

“Speaking of two who are often together, where is Pyre?”

“Where do you think? We showed you how easy it was to catch Alice and by now, she probably has.”

Bishop cockily smiles.

Thud!

Banzan headbutts Bishop!

“Don’t bother getting up.”

Banzan marches away.

“Where are you going?”

“Where do you think? It takes a monster to kill a monster.

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TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
MONTY STRAIGHT & REDWING © vs. ALBERT SHAW & CXDY

With their tag team gold on the line, Redwing and Monty Straight hope there’s is the championship reign that never ends, but with Blood Money Incorporated’s CXDY and Albert Shaw in the opposite corner, the champs have their work cut out for them!DING! DING! Monty Straight and Albert Shaw kick things off here! Straight wants to lock up with The Guv’nor, but Shaw isn’t much interested, jabbing the gameshow host with a hard right fist to the teeth! Another jab! Another jab! Albert whips Straight into the ropes!

A BIG TIME LARIAT TURNS STRAIGHT INSIDE OUT!!!

Shaw doesn’t waste any time, lays some big time boots into Monty’s ribs as Straight struggles to get back to his feet. Finally, Monty catches one of Shaw’s boots! Shaw’s hopping on one foot, exposed, and Straight is quick to take advantage. He swipes Shaw’s free leg out from under him, drops the Guv’nor onto his back! Monty drops an elbow into the inside of Shaw’s thigh, and transitions into a leglock!

The excruciating leglock has Shaw begging for a way out of this predicament! He cries out, tries to use his elbows to crawl towards the ropes! But it’s no use, Monty has the leglock established so effectively, Shaw has no choice!

HE’S GOING TO HAVE TO TAP OUT!!!

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NO!!!! CXDY WITH A BOOT TO STRAIGHT’S BACK!!!

Redwing jumps in the ring to even things up, but the referee orders Redwing out! CXDY takes full advantage of Redwing’s protests and just starts choking the living shit out of Monty! Redwing screams that CXDY is choking Straight, but the referee won’t turn around until the Red Knight steps back onto the apron! Dirty play by Blood Money Inc.!

Finally, Redwing steps back onto the apron. By the time the referee turns around, CXDY is back in his own corner, apparently innocent. Albert Shaw lifts the recently strangled gameshow host back up to his feet! He sets Monty up!

POWERSLAM BY SHAW!!!

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Monty has been absolutely crushed!!! SHAW MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!

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TWO!!!

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THREEEEEEE!!!

NO!!!

A kickout by Monty with just a millisecond to spare! Albert stands to his feet, reaches down and grabs a fistful of Straight’s hair!

BUT MONTY SWINGS UNDERNEATH HIM!

RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!

HE IMMEDIATELY GRABS HIM…

THE CROSSFACE SUBMISSION!!! THAT’S TERMS AND CONDITIONS!!! AND ONCE AGAIN, ALBERT SHAW FINDS HIMSELF IN A NEAR INESCAPABLE SUBMISSION HOLD!!!

THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO!!!

THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE FOR SHAW TO GO!!!

HE TAPS!!! HE TAPS OUT!!!

MONTY STRAIGHT HAS WON THIS MATCH FOR HIS TEAM!!!

But, the bell. The bell isn’t ringing.

Albert Shaw is tapping out, but nothing is happening.



OH, GOD DAMN IT!!! CXDY HAS THE REFEREE DISTRACTED, ACTING AN ABSOLUTE FOOL IN HIS CORNER, AS THOUGH HE’S TRYING TO INTERFERE IN THE MATCH!!!

Monty releases the hold. He stands up, charges the corner!

STRAIGHT KNOCKS CXDY OFF THE APRON WITH A DROPKICK!!! CXDY FLIES OFF THE APRON AND INTO THE GUARDRAIL!!!

Monty picks Shaw up, whips him into his own corner, and delivers a BIG SPLASH to Shaw in the corner!

Monty tags in Redwing! And Redwing springboards into the ring using the top rope for leverage! The Red Knight quickly starts laying boots into Shaw’s gut!

THUMB TO THE EYE BY SHAW!!! IT GIVES HIM ENOUGH TIME TO ESCAPE THE TURNBUCKLES AND CHARGE ACROSS THE RING!

SHAW TAGS CXDY IN!!!

CXDY quickly steps into the ring! He charges towards Redwing!!

MOONSAULT DROPKICK FROM REDWING SENDS CXDY HURDLING BACKWARDS!!!

Redwing is quickly back up to his feet! He sends a boot to CXDY’S gut!

DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT!!! RETURN TO ARKHAM!!!

HE’S NOT DONE EITHER!!! REDWING STOMPS CXDY!!!

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THE DARK KNIGHT SCOOPS CXDY UP!!!

BRAINBUSTER TO REDWING’S KNEE!!! RED JUSTICE!!! IT’S FUCKING OVER!!!

REDWING MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!

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TWO!!!

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THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Somehow, some way, CXDY kicked out!!! Redwing pounds the mat with frustration. He stands to his feet. He looks to the turnbuckle.

The Red Knight decides that he will, in fact, take flight! He steps out onto the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He signals to the crowd that a high risk maneuver is coming!!! The crowd POPS loudly!

BUT GOD DAMN IT!!! ALBERT SHAW SHOVES REDWING OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND OUTSIDE THE RING!!! REDWING’S BODY COLLIDES INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!!

The crowd angrily loses their minds!!! CXDY is back up to his feet! He sees Redwing outside the ring! He bounces off the ropes, charges across the ring!

GOD’S GIFT TO PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING HITS A CORKSCREW SUICIDE DIVE OUTSIDE THE RING AND TAKES REDWING DOWN!!! BOTH MEN LAY ON THE FLOOR AFTER THAT BIG TIME HIGH RISK MANEUVER!!!

But Albert Shaw is already at work, pulling CXDY up to his feet and pushing him into the ring!

Shaw starts laying boots into Redwing’s fallen body!!

BUT A RUNNING YAKUZA KICK FROM MONTY STRAIGHT TAKES SHAW DOWN!!! THE CROWD LOVES IT!!!

Monty helps Redwing up to his feet, gets him back into the ring!

Both Redwing and CXDY are slowly climbing to their feet now. The crowd is growing to a fever pitch. There’s a sense that we’ve reached the final stretch here, and whoever comes out on top in the next moments of this match, is going to walk away from here with tag team gold.

“LET’S GO REDWING, LET’S GO!” CLAP CLAP! “LET’S GO REDWING, LET’S GO!” CLAP CLAP![/b]

Redwing, no doubt thanks to the crowd, reaches his feet moments before CXDY, and nails CXDY with a big right hand! Another big right! Another! Another! But CXDY ducks the final right hand!

HE KICKS REDWING RIGHT IN HIS FAMILY JEWELS!!!

SINGLE UNDERHOOK!!!

LIFTED BRAINBUSTER DDT!!! PERFECT ENDING FROM CXDY!!!! HE MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!

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TWO!!!

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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

AAAAAAAAND NEEEEEWWWWWW!!!! CXDY and Albert Shaw, through conniving and teamwork in varying degrees, have dethroned the tag champs and picked up new gold for Blood Money Incorporated!!!

WINNER AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: BLOOD MONEY INCORPORATED

 

 


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OLD SCHOOL REWIND
DAVID MANSON vs. ELI FOREVER

Ring of Dreams V – July 15th 2019

Eli Forever and his followers are here, they are foaming at the mouth ready to start this match but Manson is nowhere to be seen. Eli shouts “Where the fuck is he?” He looks at his followers and seethes, “go find him.” The followers scatter looking around the Tap Room for any sign of Manson but a familiar voice is heard over the speakers, “Up here Bubba.” Manson is up in the rafters and he has Rose in his grasp! She is screaming and one of Manson’s followers walks in the ring! He asks, “looking for this?” He is dangling Rose’s ear in front of Eli.

MANSON SCREAMS “YOU CAN STITCH IT TO HER CORPSE!”

MANSON SLITS HER THROAT!

HE THROWS HER OVER THE RAFTER AND SHE HITS THE RING POST WITH A DEADENING THUD!

ROSE IS DEAD!

Eli is enraged! He stabs Manson’s follower in the stomach over and over! There is a pool of blood in the ring and Eli is climbing the stairs to get to the rafter! However, another voice is heard on the speakers!

“LEAVE HIM TO ME, BROTHER.”

JUDAH IS UP THERE ON THE RAFTERS NOW!

HE SPEARS MANSON OFF THE RAFTERS!

ELI’S FOLLOWERS SACRIFICE THEIR LIVES TO SAVE JUDAH TO BREAK THE FALL!

Manson and Judah are buried under the corpses of Forever’s followers and we don’t see any movement! Manson’s head sticks out of the pile and he is breathing heavy! He almost drowned under the pile of bodies and Judah scurries out from the bottom! Judah and Manson are throwing heavy rights at each other! Eli has seen enough, and he charges into the fray! Judah and Eli double team Manson and hit a double suplex onto the floor! Manson looks out of it and Judah pulls Manson up and holds him from behind!

“KILL HIM FOR OUR FAMILY, ELI!”

“KILL HIM FOR OUR MOTHER!”

“KILL HIM FOR ROSE!”

ELI CHARGES AT MANSON WITH THE KNIFE!

ONE OF MANSON’S FOLLOWERS TACKLES MANSON OUT OF JUDAH’S GRASP TO SAVE HIM!

HOLY SHIT!

ELI COULDN’T STOP IN TIME AND HE STABS JUDAH RIGHT IN THE HEART!

JUDAH IS DEAD!

Manson laughs and says, “It’s going to be a family reunion in hell tonight bubba.” Forever levels him with a clothesline..

And jumps on top of him hitting hammer fist after hammer fist!

One of Manson’s followers jumps from the top rope and hits a frog splash on Eli! It gets Eli off of Manson but Eli gets up quickly and throws the book of Eli like a frisbee! BY THE BOOK! It hits the back of the follower’s head and knocks him out cold! Eli draws his knife and slices the follower from neck to waist like a dissection! Blood is gushing and getting all over Forever but he is completely numb to it!

WELCOME TO MANSON STREET!

MANSON HITS THE RUNNING NECKBREAKER WHILE ELI HAD HIS BACK TURNED!

MANSON’S FOLLOWERS DRAG ELI TO THE BAR!

THEY LIE HIM ON A NEARBY TABLE AND TIE HIM TO IT!

MANSON GRABS MULTIPLE BOTTLES FROM THE BAR!

“IT’S TIME TO FINALLY DROWN ELI!”

A FOLLOWER OPENS ELI’S MOUTH WIDE!

MANSON POURS THE LIQUOR ONE BY ONE DOWN HIS THROAT!

ELI LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO CHOKE ANY SECOND!

BUT ONE OF ELI’S FOLLOWERS PUSHES THE TABLE OVER FORCING MANSON TO FALL TO THE FLOOR!

The follower cuts Forever free from the table and charges after Manson! Manson kicks the knife out of the follower’s hand, catches it midair, and stabs the follower right in the eye! “Leave this to the men, kid.” Manson hits a bulldog to the follower driving the knife deep into the skull! The follower is dead! On the other side of the bar, Forever spits the alcohol still in his mouth into the follower that forced his mouth open! It was Everclear! Forever lights a match and tosses it at the follower covered in alcohol! HE GOES UP IN FLAMES! “Sorry friend, your fate in life will be your fate in death.”

FOREVER TURNS TO MARCH TOWARDS MANSON!

CODEBREAKER!

MANSON HITS THE CODEBREAKER AND DRAGS FOREVER TO THE RING!

DING! DING!

THE MATCH HAS FINALLY OFFICIALLY STARTED!

HORRORSHOW!

MANSON HITS THE PACKAGE PILEDRIVER AND COVERS!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

MANSON HAS DONE IT! HE HAS VANQUISHED EVERY LAST MEMBER OF THE FOREVER FAMILY IN ONE NIGHT!

MANSON IS CELEBRATING IN THE RING!

HE’S ALL ALONE BUT HE HAS DONE IT!

WAIT! FOREVER’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES! THE MATCH GOES ON!

MANSON DOESN’T REALIZE IT AND FOREVER GETS UP AND QUICKLY GRABS MANSON!

ETERNAL RIVER PLUNGE!

HE HITS THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERSLAM!

HE COVERS!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

THAT’S TRULY IT! FOREVER HAS PINNED HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! WHAT A WIN FOR FOREVER IN THIS BRUTAL WAR!

WINNER: ELI FOREVER

 

 


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GAMEMASTER

10 YEARS AGOThree young kids are excitedly talking at a kitchen table.

“What do you think Dewey is going to have in store for us today guys?”

“I don’t know Chunk, I just hope I get to use some magic today.”

“You will Miles, you always find a way to try, what about you B?”

“It doesn’t matter, we’re going to beat them either way. We’re the good guys, we’re Americans, we don’t lose.”

Sherman Dewey makes his way from the basement where he has planned their D&D session.

“Did you guys wind up B again? Buddy, you’re not Americans in this game. Chunk is a suave bard from a mysterious region. Miles is a Half-elf sorcerer. You, as always, are a human warrior from the west.”

B raises his hand.

“No, not the United States.”

“Dang it. Well do we at least get to play now?”

Sherman grins and pats B on the back.

“Yeah, come on down, I changed the set up.”

Miles, Chunk, and B open their eyes wide, they rush down the stairs.

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

All three boys yell out as Dewey designed a special spot for each of them.

Chunky has a recliner with the best assortment of snacks a kid can buy.

Miles has an office chair and a table with magic cards and different spell books. Fog emanates from behind him.

B gets a miniature command center with toy soldiers and military maps.

Dewey has the best setup with a new state of the art desktop his parents got him and a new projector pointed at the wall to show the guys what they’re fighting.

“You really outdid yourself Dewey!”

“Thanks guys! I’m just really happy to have friends like you.”

“We’re happy to have you Dewey or should we say, Gamemaster?”

“Yeah! Let’s do this!”

The boys rush to their seats and Dewey begins to speak.

“You all meet at a tavern.”

We see the boys inch at the edge of their seat and a montage of them playing together begins. All are laughing and joking around.

Dewey is telling them about the great monster he designed.

Chunk is trying to seduce it.

He’s almost successful when B decides to swing a sword at it.

The monster attacks but Miles uses charm monster after and tells B not to swing again.

The monster is friendly to them and they use its help to defeat a bigger monster terrorizing their village.

They boys have saved the day.

“Congratulations guys, great use of charm monster there Miles! All of you go up a level.”

“Yay! I can’t wait until we’re old enough to be heroes like that!”

“Me either but we need a cool team name like the Avengers or X-Men!”

“How about Forever Friends?”

“I like it Chunk! How about you B?”

“I really like it. How about you Dewey? You’re our Professor X, our Iron Man, you get final say.”

“Guys, I love it. Forever Friends?”

He sticks a fist out. The rest join their fists together and raise it to the sky!

“Forever Friends!”

“Boys! Settle down, it’s time for dinner!”

The newly formed Forever Friends grimace and rush up the stairs.

Cut.

 

 


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INTERMITTENT

Somewhere Else

The hills that overlook the city give a gut-wrenching seriousness to our backdrop, as buildings burn and crumble and smoke rises from the carnage of the battle below. Even here, in the elevation, the carnage is strewn. And it is here that we find Zero, standing at the base of a wrecked cellphone tower.

He sifts through the chunks of bent and broken metal, searching for whatever he can salvage in this mess. Though with each moment he appears more and more frustrated.

“Not so cocky without your screens to hide behind, are you?”

A voice calls out, having been observing him from his own vantage point for quite some time now. Voynich steps forward, the smouldering smoke of a wrecked signal station behind him. Zero tenses up.

“You don’t know what I’m still capable of…”

Voynich smiles.

“I can see it in your eyes. The plans going to waste. Hard to get a good connection when there’s no tower to ping off now, isn’t it. No connection means whatever you had planned for The Butcher next… Doesn’t look like it is happening any time soon.”

Zero stands, pocketing a small device as he does so.

“And I can see it in your eyes. You’re afraid. Afraid of this war. Afraid of things not being in your control…”

Voynich cuts him off.

“We’re all afraid. Don’t kid yourself. The difference is, I’m used to using old technology, doing things the ‘manual’ way. You, on the other hand, have learnt to adapt to a world where computers allow to dig so much deeper into people than you otherwise could. This war has cut you off at the knees… I’m just planning on finishing the job.”

Zero eyeballs Voynich. There is nothing to be said, for there is truth in Voynich’s words. The city has been a deadspot since the war broke out. But there is zero quit in him, and his fists balled, he stands toe to toe with his foe.

“Behind the keyboard or in the ring, send your worst and we’ll see where sleeping dogs lie.”

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OLD SCHOOL REWIND
EDWARD NEWTON vs. THE SCARECROW

Enter The Badlands – October 8th 2017

Edward Newton’s eyes grow wide as The Hayman has just seemingly materialized inside of the ring! Newton points a finger forward as his two associates leap forward. Hysteria swings with his bat, but Scarecrow just ducks underneath. No Face slices with his knife, but it’s Scarecrow who just bends backwards to avoid it. HAYMAKER to Edward Newton as he’s sent back into the ropes.

DING! As the two stand off, the referee motions for the bell. The Hayman walks towards the center of the ring as he motions for Newton to join him. Newton steps forward, peering through his shattered spectacles. It may be due to this that he catches Crow off guard. TAZER! Scarecrow begins shaking violently as Hysteria and No Face grab his legs and drag him out of the ring.

FLUTTER!

The lights go out!

CRASH!

The lights return and both Hysteria and No Face are laying in a heap of broken wood! Scarecrow is standing tall as his head slowly turns… to Edward Newton looking down over the ropes.

He pulls BRASS KNUCKLES from his hand and throws them aside before lifting up the bat and…THWACK! Another vicious shot to the ribs as Scarecrow falls to the mat. The gameplan involves those ribs and Edward Newton seems to have this match in control. Another vicious shot to the ribs!

UPPERCUT FROM THE GROUND! Scarecrow just staggered Edward Newton with a quick shot before getting back to his feet. The Hayman begins drilling with lefts and rights in quick fashion! HAYMAKER AFTER HAYMAKER AFTER HAYMAKER! Newton falls to his knees and it’s at this point that Scarecrow pulls his head between his legs and lifts him up in a crucifix position… THE PERCH!

The lights go out… but return momentarily seeing only Newton laid out. Scarecrow goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!

WAIT! Newton kicked out at the VERY LAST SECOND!

He turns back to Newton who has a finger up. KICK TO THE GR-NO! Scarecrow closes his knees together and catches his foot between his! Newton is hopping on one foot! THE LAST STRAW! It connects this time as Newton howls out in pain through his shattered glasses! The Scarecrow yanks him closer and lifts him up… BYE BYE… NO! Three kicks to the ribs forces Scarecrow to drop him, but Newton hooks his head on the way down… NEVERMIND!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE! EDWARD NEWTON HAS DONE IT!

Edward Newton is the NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION! And he did it with a perfect record! He’s undefeated and he’s the BRAND NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

WINNER: EDWARD NEWTON

 

 


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ISOSCELES

Somewhere Else

The streets of New York have changed of late. Where once traffic crawled, cars and streets lie abandoned. The business district looks deserted, with skirmishes breaking out throughout the city. It leaves a person whose fortune lies in the running of those districts somewhat vulnerable, or so it would seem.

BEG, however, appears anything but vulnerable. Still dressed in his finest suit, he stands in an alley behind one of the towering buildings that he owns, away from the fighting that creates the ambience of the once bustling city. Berkshire is busy meeting with a variety of powerful looking people, voices hushed and secretive.

“It doesn’t matter if your assets aren’t liquid. When nothing is liquid, everything is…”

BEG’s voice begins to carry as he urges the fat-cats to back whatever plan he has thought up lately.

“These are trying times, but in trying times it is the risk takers who come out smiling. Play it safe and you are going to loose everything.”

His words cause a fair amount of murmuring stir, but another thought cannot be placed as they are soon cut off from a voice from above.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

SPLAT

A body, dressed in a suit just as fine as BEG’s lands face down at Berkshire’s feet. Dead, still, having fallen from a window some ten stories above. Naturally, the men at BEG’s meeting are shocked, but even more so when one of them recognises the body.

“It’s Davidson…”

In the uproar, neither had noticed that they had been joined by another. The voice who interrupted them in the first place sounds again, within their circle this time.

“Yes. Found Mr Davidson swinging from the rafters in his penthouse office. BEG… This could just as easily been you. Poor Mr Davidson, this war cost him every penny he ever built for himself.”

Darby Sorrow’s cocky smirk punctuates the sentiment. BEG steps over the dead body to draw himself face to face with Sorrow, but he doesn’t have so much as a chance to open his mouth before Sorrow cuts him off.

“You see Blood Money Inc as a tight-knit little trio. A equilateral triangle, where you have each other’s backs. But in reality, everything lives and dies with you, BEG.”

Sorrow draws the shape of a triangle with a single point at the top in the air.

“Your triangle is much more Isosceles. And while that may give you strength, as Zero and CXDY follow your will like good little puppies… Where does that leave them when the money funding your little soiree runs out?”

He nears himself right into BEG’s face.

“Where does that leave you, high and mighty money man? Like Mr Davidson here, left with no other option? Allow me to put you out of your misery.”

He mimes a gun pointed at BEG’s head and pulls the imaginary trigger before fading back into the night, leaving the fat-cats to pick up the pieces of their counterpart who still lies at their feet.

Cut.

 

 


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SIMON SAYS

Viper Roberts slithers through the halls with an intensity that matches his unbridled fury.He seeks one man, and one man alone.

A crowd of people stand nearby, a small crowd, but nonetheless, they too are there for one man.

Viper Roberts.

They desire only to touch him, to speak to him, to wash his feet with their dirty hair.

“Viper!” They scream. “Viper!”

“I love you!”

“Please, Viper! Just shake my hand!”

He cuts through the crowd of those who love him so dearly like a razor sharp knife. He knows the difference between rats and snakes. His eyes never find theirs. Their hands may touch his shoulders, they may brush his form, but he doesn’t even acknowledge them.

Instead, he simply slinks down a corridor, and twists the doorknob to a locker room.

The door c r e a k s open.

But no one is there.

Viper curls his upper lip. He looks around.

“Reveal yourself, Simon.”

Nothing.

“REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME!”

Were they magic words? An Open Sesame, perhaps? Are Viper Roberts’ words just that powerful?

Or… Is Simon just that calculated?

It matters not, for a locker door swings open.

Inside the locker, Viper sees quite the interesting object…

A snakeskin box.

Viper carefully approaches the locker. He checks over his shoulder, just in case there’s another surprise chair shot.

But no one is there.

He slides his hands over the snakeskin box. Feels it. Authentic. Fresh skin. Roberts opens the box.

A tape cassette. A tape player.

A label on the cassette reads, “Simon says.”

An inquisitive eyebrow raises on Roberts’ visage.

Cut.

 

 


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BATTLE ROYALE – REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP
MISTER ANDY © vs. DARKLORD vs. D’VON CHAMBERS vs. ULTIMO AMERICA vs. LEAH LINCOLN vs. JESSIE WILLIAMS vs. TWO-FACE vs. THE JUDGE vs. THE REAPER vs. DEATHNOTE vs. SHOOTER LANDELL

There will be no rewinds in this over-the-top-rope battle royale, as ten challengers step up to the plate!Ten pairs of eyes rest on Mister Andy, the reigning Rewind Champion, who raises his fists…

DING, DING, DING!

Shooter Landell makes a beeline for The Toy Maker. He wants that championship bonus at the pay window! Two-Face flips his coin, following suit. Andy briefly defends himself, but the two overpower him, mugging him in the corner.

The Reaper tears into The Judge! His rage backs Order into the ropes, as he punches his knuckles raw against his metallic armour!

Jessie Williams and Ultimo America stand shoulder-to-shoulder against Darklord. They bumrush The God King with American-made steel!

Sensing Leah Lincoln’s sins, D’Von Chambers exorcises her demons. Checking his little black book, Deathnote looks to drain the Witch’s swamp, too.

Bodies are suspended over the ropes, as competitors hold on for dear life, vying for the Rewind title!

Darklord toys with his food. The Prince and The American Dream run tandem on him, until he piefaces them—

CRACKING THEIR SKULLS TOGETHER!

The fans groan at the sickening sound.

Witnessing this, D’Von shakes his head at the unholy warlord. The Bishop removes his tunic belt and pulls it taut…

HE CHARGES AT DARKLORD!

KNEEL—NO!

D’Von ducks the Sparta kick. Climbing onto the middle turnbuckle, he wraps his belt around Darklord’s throat. He jumps down, hoping the leverage will let him heave Darklord onto his back—

THE BELT OF TRUTH!?

HE CAN’T LIFT THE 500-POUND GLADIATOR…

ULTIMO AND JESSIE GRAB HIS LEGS!

Big pop!

TOGETHER, THEY MIGHT DO IT—

KNEEL, BITCH – SPARTA KICK TO WILLIAMS!

WARLORD’S HAND – CHOKESLAM TO AMERICA’S SON!

Pulling Chambers’ own belt, Darklord hoists him up…

TORTURE RACK—

HE WALKS TO THE ROPES…

PILEDRIVER – EVENT HORIZON TO THE OUTSIDE!

The audience gasps.

D’Von Chambers has been eliminated!

The righteous man asks the Lord of Light for forgiveness.

Meanwhile…

SHOOTER BREAKS THE CHAMPION IN HALF WITH A DOUBLE-A SPINEBUSTER!

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Two-Face, however, turns on The Last Carny—

HE INTRODUCES HIM TO LADY LUCK – THE JOKER DRIVER!

Elsewhere…

JUDGE’S TEETH DRAW BLOOD FROM REAPER… CUTTER – YOUR PAST MAY BITE YOU!

Across the ring…

DEATHNOTE IS GOING TO MAKE LEAH GO TO SLEEP…

The Author of Death carries her to the ropes—

GATHER THY SOUL—

LINCOLN DROPS ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

SHE SNATCHES HIS HEAD AND JUMPS OFF…

TORNADO REVERSE DDT – VOODOO DROP!

The Swamp Witch drops Deathnote – then gets back to her feet. She turns to see Deathnote once again getting back to his.

SHE DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE…

SPRINGBOARD YAKUZA KICK!

DEATHNOTE IS DROWNING IN FIRE!

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She pops back up to see Carthic Incarnum standing by the ropes.

LEAH RUNS AT HIM—

HE KICKS HER IN THE GUT, THEN LIFTS HER ONTO HIS SHOULDERS…

SPINNING POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES – BLACK HOLE TO THE FUCKING FLOOR!

The crowd winces.

Leah Lincoln has been eliminated!

The Swamp Witch’s affinity with the dark arts wasn’t dark enough!

Two-Face guns for Ultimo, whose patriotism sickens the former politician. He chokes the rookie in the ropes.

Judge and Reaper continue to wage their own war—

THE HARVESTER AVOIDS SENTENCING, DUCKING THE VERDICT SPARTA KICK!

JUDGE WHEELS ROUND—

SAMOAN DROP – JUSTICE BROUGHT!

Sporting a crimson mask, Reaper mounts his nemesis, unloading with right hands!

Hey, knucklehead! Mine’s bigger than yours.

Reaper looks up; a smirking Jessie Williams polishes his Boomstick.

A tense standoff ensues…

THEY CLASH ANTLERS!

SHOTGUN BLA—BOOMSTICK!

One Superman punch bests the other, as Reaper staggers back – into Judge!

RESTORATION POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES!

The fanbase oohs and aahs.

The Reaper has been eliminated!

The broken man swallows another bitter pill.

MISTER ANDY GORES JESSIE… SPINEBUSTER – SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST!

The Champion reminds us what brought him to the dance. He scoops Williams onto his shoulders…

HE SPINS ROUND AND ROUND—

CUTTER ONTO THE TOP ROPE!

THE BIG WHEEL SENDS JESSIE TO THE FLOOR!

The attendees are dismayed.

Jessie Williams has been eliminated!

The Prince won’t be answering the Call of the Chosen tonight.

Two-Face drapes his leg over Ultimo’s neck…

OVERDRIVE – FLIP THE COIN!

Before he can capitalise, however, Deathnote spins him round—

SISTER ABIGAIL – TURN THE PAGE!

TWO-FACE BLOCKS IT!

HE PULLS DEATHNOTE INTO HIS OWN SISTER ABIGAIL – HEADS OR TAILS!

DEATHNOTE SANDBAGS IT!

The two jockey back-and-forth with their dueling finishers…

ULTIMO IS UP!

HE GRABS THE LEGS OF TWO-FACE—

THE ROOKIE DUNKS HIM OVER THE ROPES!

Huge pop for the underdog!

Two-Face has been eliminated!

It was a coin toss, but it wasn’t the result Two-Face wanted.

He flips out, tearing back the ring apron and kicking the steel stairs!

Mr. America gets caught up in the moment – until a shadow eclipses him. He turns round…

HAND AROUND THE THROAT BY DARKLORD!

Deathnote makes the save—

DENIED – HE GETS A SECOND HAND!

WAIT – HERE COMES SHOOTER!

NO – KNEEL!

THE SPARTA KICK FLATTENS LANDELL!

WARLORD’S HANDS – DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!

Mister Andy comes in from behind, to a pop! He grabs a headlock and hits the ropes…

CATASTROPHIC COLLIDER CACOPHONY!

DARKLORD SLIPS OUT OF THE BULLDOG—

KING’S GRASP!

HE PUTS THE CHAMPION AWAY WITH THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!

Andy, Deathnote, Ultimo, and Shooter all lie at Darklord’s feet; who will stop The God King!?

ENTER.

THE.

JUDGE!

The two behemoths stare each other down, to an ovation!

6’9”, 380lbs; 7’4”, 500lbs!

THEY COLLIDE LIKE TRAIN CARS!

The audience boos and yeahs with each seismic blow.

HAND AROUND THE THROAT!

WARLORD’S—JUDGE BREAKS HIS GRIP!

THEY STEP BACK…

VERDICT! KNEEL!

DOUBLE SPARTA KICK!

THEY BOTH STUMBLE BACK…

Andy, Deathnote, Ultimo, and Shooter pile onto Darklord on the ropes—

JUDGE HITS A SECOND VERDICT!

THEY ALL LIFT DARKLORD OVER!

IT TOOK ALL FIVE OF THEM, BUT THEY DID IT!

Darklord has been eliminated!

The Carthian’s blood boils. They did not best him. Nobody can defeat him!

Those remaining slap hands for their teamwork—

SHOOTER DUMPS ANDY AND ULTIMO OVER THE TOP ROPE!

HE JUST ELIMINATED THE REIGNING CHAMPION!

THAT TREACHEROUS OLD BASTARD!

The fans grill the old-timer.

Mister Andy has been eliminated!

The Toy Maker returns to his workshop with one less collectible.

Ultimo America has been eliminated!

The patriot will not realise the American Dream tonight.

We are now guaranteed a new Rewind Champion – but who will it be!?

Laughing to himself, Shooter turns round – oh. Fuck.

Deathnote and Judge look at each other, then him.

Shooter tries to bargain with them, whilst reaching a hand behind his back…

HE’S GOT BRASS KNUCKS IN HIS TIGHTS!

HE SLIPS THEM ON AND SWINGS—

VERDICT!

THE SPARTA KICK CUTS HIM OFF!

HE REELS INTO THE ROPES, WHICH THROW HIM INTO DEATHNOTE…

HE GRANTS HIM HIS DYING WISH!

BURNING HAMMER OVER THE ROPES!

Shooter Landell has been eliminated!

The old-timer will have to seek solace in his old friend, Jack.

Deathnote and Judge lock eyes once more.

It’s down to them, for the Rewind Championship!

DEATHNOTE DUCKS DOWN…

HE TRIES TO LIFT THE JUDGE FOR THE G2S!

JUDGE, HOWEVER, BITES HIS EXPOSED FOREHEAD!

BLOOD FLOWS DOWN DEATHNOTE’S FACE AS HE RELENTS!

CUTTER – YOUR PAST MAY BITE YOU!

Judge pulls him up…

HE PREPS HIM FOR THE POWERBOMB – RESTORATION!

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DEATHNOTE PUMMELS HIM IN THE HEAD, SENDING HIM BACKWARDS TOWARDS THE CORNER! HE SOMEHOW HOPS ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

JUDGE SPINS ROUND—

KISS OF DEATH!

DEATHNOTE NEARLY GOES THROUGH HIM WITH THE DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!

The God of the New World heaves him to his feet.

TURN THE PAGE!

SISTER ABIGA—NO!

JUDGE SPINS OUT OF IT!

A HEADBUTT ROCKS DEATHNOTE!

HE’S UP AGAINST THE ROPES…

JUDGE CHARGES WITH THE VERDICT SPARTA KICK!

DEATHNOTE PULLS THE TOP ROPE DOWN!

JUDGE FLIES OVERHEAD – TO THE OUTSIDE!

The Judge has been eliminated!

Order will not be restored to the court tonight.

DEATHNOTE HAS DONE IT!

HE OUTLASTED TEN OTHER COMPETITORS!

HE WINS THE REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP!

Deathnote is presented with his newly-won title, holding his little black book to the mouth of his mask.

WINNER AND NEW REWIND CHAMPION: DEATHNOTE

 

 


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OLD SCHOOL REWIND
LEE CROWLEY vs. THE SCARECROW

Ring King III – November 27th 2017

The arena is suddenly plunged into darkness as ‘The Flight of the Crows’ ominously blares. Smoke fills the entrance way and when it finally clears, The Scarecrow is stood, arms spread wide and his head bowed. He slowly lifts his head up to face us, grinning from ear to ear. He walks towards the ring, pulling himself up onto the ring apron and stepping over the top rope.

Lee wisely lands on his knees, grabbing his throat in agony as the ominous Scarecrow stalks him from behind. He crawls towards the entrance on his hands and knees, turning around to a massive right-handed punch that sends him prone. The former World Champion grabs him, pulling him to his feet and…

HE THROWS HIM STRAIGHT THROUGH THE METAL TAP ROOM DOORS INTO THE BACKSTAGE AREA!

Crowley hits the deck and rolls into some nearby trash cans. The Scarecrow walks over, only he’s kicked hard in the knee, dropping him down a level. Crowley gets back to his feet, grabbing a trash can and walloping him over the head with it

Crow storms after him, grabbing him as he gets back up and once again gripping that barbed wire necklace. He turns, spinning him around and launching him…

STRAIGHT THROUGH THAT FUCKING WALL! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! LEE CROWLEY WAS JUST THROWN THROUGH A FUCKING WALL BY HIS NECKLACE!

The camera peers through the gap, looking at Lee who looks unconscious on the floor, surrounded by debris

The Scarecrow meanwhile steps to the side, looking through the glass window.

But he’s not there.

Lee Crowley has gone.

What the fuck?

Suddenly, the window shatters and A STEEL CHAIR DRIVES AT THE HEAD OF THE FUCKING SCARECROW!

DARKNESS.

Later, when we’re back ringside.

What the fuck is going on? We’ve been plunged into pitch black. The lights suddenly come on and THE FAMILY ARE INSIDE THE RING!

Stood over Lee Crowley are DTR, Jensen Cussen and Max Million, shielding him from The Scarecrow! The Monster pulls himself back onto the ring apron and enters the ring. Cussen runs at him first, being dropped with a massive Uppercut. Million is next, attacking from a different side and catching him off-guard. A flurry of right hands beats The Scarecrow into the corner. Cussen is quickly back up, joining his brother in his violent attack

The Family get back to their feet, meeting above the fallen Scarecrow. They seem to have an idea here, folks. They pull him back to his feet… they lift him up…

ONTO CROWLEY’S SHOULDERS!

QUADRPUPLE POWERBOMB!

They both slowly get back to their feet. Exhaustion has well and truly set in. Crowley stumbles into the corner and picks up his Crowbar. He has Crowley Junior!

AND THERE STANDS THE SCARECROW.

HE SLAPS HIS HAND AROUND HIS THROAT!

BYE!

BYE!

BIRDIE!

WAAAIT!!! CROWLEY DROPS DOWN BEHIND, JAMMING THE CROWBAR INTO THE MOUTH OF THE SCARECROW WITH BOTH HANDS!!

HIDEOUS LAUGHTER!

BACKSTABBER! BACKSTABBER DRIVING THE FUCKING CROWBAR INTO HIS GOD DAMN HEAD AS THEY FALL!!

ONE….

…….

…….

TWO….

…….

…….

THREE!!

…….

…….

IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER! Lee Crowley has done the unthinkable! He’s beaten Ordell Terminus. He’s beaten Simon Sane. He’s beaten Bobby Neptune. He’s beaten Solomon Rhodes and holy fucking shit, he’s beaten The Scarecrow.

Lee Crowley is your Ring King 2017.

WINNER: LEE CROWLEY

 

 


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EQUALIZER

Albert Shaw.Blood Money’s newest muscle walks the halls, a look of disdain on his face as he stalks around, coming upon exactly what he wants to see.

Shooter Landell.

“Hey, you there.”

Shaw speaks with a smile, walking into the locker room where Shooter currently sat. Dripping with sleaze he places a hand on Shooter’s shoulder, the veteran brushing it off and turning to face Albert, cracking his knuckles.

“Hands off. You lookin’ to make this an easy payday for me? She ain’t got much but it’s enough to bust your jaw.”

Albert holds a hand up, stopping Shooter as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a large wad of bills.

“What if I told you I could pay you more to take her down?”

Landell looks at the money for a moment, only pulled out of his inner thoughts by the sound of foot steps.

Leah Lincoln.

“Just like that? You’re going to take this man’s money and turn your back on our deal?”

The Swamp Witch sneers at Shooter, The Last Carny frowning.

“Our deal had you paying me on a case by case basis. And money is money.”

Shaw chuckles, slapping his hand onto Shooter’s shoulder again.

“That’s what I like to hear! So, we got a deal?”

Shooter looks between Leah and Shaw for a moment, glancing back at the chair he was just sitting on.

“Sure.”

CHAIR SHOT TO LEAH! THE WITCH GOES DOWN!

The chair shot is quick and to the point! Leah drops to the floor and Shooter turns to Shaw-

BRASS KNUCKLES TO THE JAW! SHOOTER HITS THE FLOOR TOO!

Shaw stands over them, a content look on his face.

“Well, that was easier than I thought. Money really is the great equalizer, isn’t it?”

With that Albert confidently walks out of the room, barely even taking the courtesy to step over Leah on the way out.

Cut.

 

 


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STAND OFF

Rain.The sound of water slamming into the pavement is almost deafening, the cold night air enough to penetrate even the thickest of coats.

But for the being in our view, it simply pelts off of his armor.

The Judge walks through the rain, visibly on edge as he goes through back alleys. Ever since last week he’s been on guard, refusing to stay one place for too long.

BANG!

Dust kicks up from the nearby wall, a chunk of brick turned to powder as a bullet cracks into the wall! Judge ducks behind a nearby wall only for another bullet to fly by and crack into the cement near his feet!

“Judge! Get back here and take your harvesting like a man!”

The voice of The Reaper booms over the rain, Adam Rook had found his mark. With a sneer on his face he cocks his shotgun, ejected shells landing silently amid the rainfall as he approaches Judge.

“You are making a mistake! Trying to kill me will only make your life harder!”

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

A hail of pellets fly towards Judge’s hiding spot, the Law forced to try and run as buckshot pelts off of part of his armor! Miniscule dents line his right arm as he makes a run for it.

“I’m tired of waiting! I know two things. Monty got my wife killed, and you fucked up your job! Once I’m done with you, he’ll be next!”

Reaper goes to reload, allowing us to see one very important thing about the new ammo he’s loading.

Slugs.

Judge rounds a corner, finding nothing but a dead end. With nowhere to run, he draws his axe, turning around-

BANG!

PING!

Judge flies backwards, skidding on the pavement, a bullet lodged in the front of his armor. Reaper walks forward, leveling his gun at Judge’s head.

“Tough armor, huh? Let’s see you take this shit point blank!”

JUDGE SWINGS HIS AXE! IT BURIES ITSELF IN REAPER’S SHOULDER!

He kicks Reaper into a wall, yanking his axe from the Harvester! Blood splatters the wall, washing into the street from the rain.

Judge doesn’t stay around, however, he takes his leave, walking away from Reaper as he grips his wound, his shotgun tossed out of reach.

“This ain’t over, Judge! I’m going to find you, I will always fuckin’ fine you!”

“I know.”

Cut.

 

 


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OLD SCHOOL REWIND
TOMMY HAWK vs. MIKE LANE

Pandemonium III – April 24th 2017

Tommy Hawk makes a slow and calculated walk towards the ring, his eyes focused on only one goal here tonight; to become the OSW World Champion. He enters under the bottom rope, hands the briefcase to the referee and by God, he’s invading, right here, right now at Pandemonium!

How the hell Mike Lane can even get back to his feet is beyond me, but he does. The World Champion isn’t going to be beaten easily here tonight and Tommy knows it. Hawk backs him into the ropes and sends him across the ring again, but Mike ducks under the swinging Clothesline attempt and SHADOW KICK! OUT OF ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NO-WHERE! SHADOW KICK TO THE JAW OF TOMMY HAWK! Mike drops to his knees and into the cover… One…. Two…. Three! NO! Tommy somehow gets a shoulder up!

Can anyone believe this? Mike rolls away, resting against the bottom rope for a moment. He looks to the outside, where Destiny stands watching with his daughter. He has to get up and do this. He has to retain this belt. Mike stands up, grabbing Tommy as he follows, but Hawk busts out with both arms, kicking the Champion low. He pulls him in close and THE RED ARROW! FALCON ARROW! THE LEG IS HOOKED… ONE…. TWO… WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION… THREE! NO! WHAT THE HELL!? MIKE LANE KICKED OUT TOO!

Tommy doesn’t hesitate, and gets back to his feet. He pulls his Tomahawk from behind his back and lines his hands up ready. The fans are chanting… “HAWK! HAWK! HAWK” as The Shadow gets back to his feet and THE SCALP! THE SCALP STRAIGHT THROUGH MIKE LANE! The fans pop, and Hawk covers…. One….. Two….. Three! NOOOOOOOOOOO! WHAT!? NOOOOTTT A CHANCE!! MIKE LANE KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Mike somehow drops down behind! He spins Hawk and DEGENERATION! A T-BONE SUPLEX TO END ALL FUCKING T-BONE SUPLEXES! Lane is back to his feet, begging Hawk to meet him there. He’s waving him up, screaming at him, and Hawk listens. Slowly but surely, The Spirit Walker stands and SHADDDOOOWWW FUCKING KICK! HE KICKS HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! MIKE LANE IS GOING TO RETAIN HIS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! HE COVERS…. ONE…………. TWO…………… THREE! FINALLY! MIKE LANE HAS DONE IT!

Mike Lane has done the unthinkable and retained his fucking title!

He rolls off of Tommy Hawk with his arms raised exhaustedly in the air, only the referee shakes his head enthusiastically, pointing down to Tommy Hawk on the canvas – AND BY GOD, HIS LEG IS ONLY ON THE FUCKING BOTTOM ROPE!

The World Champion though suddenly ducks under a wayward right, grabbing Tommy’s leg and snatching it out from underneath him. He suckered him in! Mike Lane suckered him in! He rolls through… STF! STF! IT’S LOCKED IN TIGHT ON THE INVASION WINNER! TOMMY HAWK IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND BY GOD, HE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO TAP OUT! SURELY, THIS IS OVER! BUT NO, HE PULLS HIMSELF TO THE ROPES!

Tommy rolls him back into the ring and hops onto the ring apron, but Mike is there to meet him. He lifts him up and over with a Suplex, and Tommy DROPS DOWN BEHIND! The World Champion turns to meet him and THE SCALP! THE SCALP ALMOST TAKES HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF! Tommy drops down into the cover…. ONE……. TWO…… COULD THIS BE?…………….. THREE! It’s over! Finally, it’s over! Tommy Hawk has just become your new OSW World Champion!

WINNER: TOMMY HAWK

 

 


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FALSE COURAGE

Ultimo America is recovering after the Battle Royal. He’s talking to the Forever Friends.”Why did I do it guys?”

“Why did you do what B?”

“Why did I try to attack Rune without any help? Maybe he’s right, maybe I’m just pathetic.”

“He’s not right and you know it. You fight for the things you love which is why we love you. You defended us once and then defended our country. You’ve always been the warrior.”

“Yeah, against fake monsters Dewey, not against real ones like him! That was stupid of me last week and you know it. At least when he hurt you guys, I was trying to protect you. last week, that was just me running on false courage thinking because I got him once, I could get him again. Am I wrong Dewey?”

“No, you’re not wrong but that doesn’t mean you’re right. You did the right thing, just at the wrong time. Do it with us next time. We”ll get a second chance down the road, won’t we B?”

“Yeah, yeah we will.”

“Won’t we Miles?”

“Indeed, my old chap!”

“Chunk?”

“You know I’m always up for seconds!”

“Is that right?”

It’s Rune with the barbed wire baseball bat!

“Me too, little pig.”

Thud!

Headbutt from Rune to Chunky Moses!

Thwack!

Gut shot to Dewey!

Thwack!

Shot to the back of Miles!

“Come on, isn’t this when you actually fight America? Isn’t this when you use all your might to protect countries that say they’re your ally but never really help you? It’s always you bailing them out, never the other way around right? Let’s see what happens this time!”

He swings at Ultimo!

Ultimo ducks!

Dropkick!

No!

Rune dodges and hits him with the bat mid-air!

“Man, is it easy discarding of you children. You should have never came to the slaughterhouse, the only one that belongs here is Mile’s rabbit but it has been alive too long. Let’s change that.”

Rune grabs Miles hat and squeezes it.

“It’s in here this time, you magical idiot!”

Rune sets the hat down so Dave can’t escape!

He raises the bat up!

Low blow by Miles!

“Leave Dave alone! He’s our forever furry friend!”

Rune is down but he is slowly trying to get up.

“Run!”

Forever Friends run away and out of sight.

Cut.

 

 


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FATHERHOOD

Recorded Earlier.Luke Storm takes a risk; he has to. It’s been weeks since he last saw his daughter Scarlett and he simply can’t take no more.

When we find him, he’s at a secluded location in which doubles as a safe house – it’s a vacation home far away from the hustle and bustle.

Scarlett is on a swing being pushed back and forth by Storm, when he notices a figure walking up the drive way.

It’s Ashley J. Williams.

The King approaches casually, stopping just short of Scarlett’s reach as she swings up into the air.

“How did you find me?” Luke queries as he continues to push his daughter.

“I followed you,” Ash admits. “It’s a bit dangerous, eh? If I could’ve followed you, so could’ve Sandman.”

“After your Einstein of a son blew up his dungeon, I’ve lost all hope of avenging my brother and finding that son of a bitch. If he finds me, he finds me.”

“Yeah, about that,” Ash says with a shrug. “I need you to stay away from my boy. He’s determined to fight you at Fists of Rage and I think we both know how that plays out.”

Luke smiles.

“I’d love to, but you should’ve disciplined your kid a long time ago. I suppose you were too busy fighting Matthew Cories to raise him right, cause what he did was reprehensible.”

Williams takes one look at Scarlett and tries to remain calm.

“I’m going to save your daughter the sight of watching her daddy pick up his teeth and forget you said that. You make another remark about my boy and I’m gonna remodel your pretty face with my Boomstick paint brush.”

That makes the former World Champion laugh. He stops pushing Scarlett and walks to meet Williams.

They go nose to nose.

“If you threaten me again, I’ll take that Bionic Arm and put you in your very own movie,” Storm says whilst removing his glasses. “A Bionic Fisting.”

The tension is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“I just want you to do the right thing and remember you’re a father, Storm; just like me. I’m trying to protect my kid.”

Luke walks away, shaking his head. He goes back to pushing his daughter on the swing.

“It’s too little, too late. If Jessie wants a fight then at FOR, I’ll give him one.”

Cut.

 

 


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VHS CHAMPIONSHIP
ZERO © vs. DARBY SORROW

In this inter-stable battle, Zero-1-0 of Blood Money Inc. defends the VHS Championship he won at Wrestle Heroes against Dead Or Alive’s Immortal Darby Sorrow. Zero has promised to dig the grave Sorrow so badly wants. Will it be tonight that The Gravedigger is finally allowed to rest in peace?DING! DING! We’re underway and these two are circling each other, the animosity dripping off the pair of them. Into a collar-elbow tie-up, Sorrow takes Zero into a side headlock, but he’s easily pushed off. A big swing from Zero with that bionic arm but it’s wild and Sorrow ducks…DROPKICK!!! Zero is down and straight back up as The Immortal comes off the ropes into a forward roll….SORROWFUL LIFE!!!….NO! ZERO DUCKS!!!

They go at each other again, another lock-up. Again it’s Darby with the advantage: side headlock, transitioned into a waist lock. Zero throws a bionic elbow back but Sorrow ducks and executes a reverse rolling cradle.

ONE!

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TW-

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ZERO KICKS OUT!!

The hacker is up and he’s furious. He charges The Immortal looking for a big side kick but it’s dodged, Sorrow running to the corner and executing a WHISPER IN THE WIND…landing on Zero. The crowd gives a big pop for The Gravedigger.

Zero gets to his feet and moves to a turnbuckle to catch a breather. Sorrow is on him quickly…MULE KICK!!! The Immortal felt that one and then…BOOM!!! A HUGE BIONIC PUNCH drops The Gravediger. Zero pauses to draw in the heat from the crowd. He doesn’t waste too much time before he’s laying into Darby with a flurry of stomps.

The Immortal scrambles clear and gets to his feet only to get sent spinning to the mat with a huge BIONIC CLOTHESLINE off the ropes!!!

FIREWALL!!!

ZERO DAMN NEAR DECAPITATED THE IMMORTAL!!!

Sorrow struggles to his feet, Zero is on him quickly with a hard bionic punch to the kidneys. Zero whips The Gravedigger into the ropes…

FIREWALL!!!

AGAIN!!!

ZERO RAN THROUGH SORROW LIKE A WRECKING BALL THROUGH PLYWOD!!!

Zero makes a cover…

ONE!

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TWO!

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NO!

SHOULDER UP!!!

There is no let up as Zero begins to pummel Sorrow – down on the mat – with his bionic fist but the ref is quick to break it up. Zero is dismissive and tries to push the ref but he’s too forceful and sends the official into a collision with a turnbuckle and he’s on his back.

THE REF IS OUT COLD!!!

THERE’S A LOOK ON ZERO’S FACE!!!

HE’S LEAVING THE RING!!!

ZERO HAS ARMED HIMSELF WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!

The augmented warrior is back in the ring. Sorrow gets to his feet, Zero slams the chair into the canvas. Sorrow turns…

CRACK!!!!

CHAIR SHOT FLUSH IN THE FACE!!!!

Sorrow stumbles onto the ropes and off again…

CRACK!!!

A SECOND CHAIR SHOT!!!

CRACK!

A THIRD!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!

TWO MORE!!!

THE IMMORTAL HAS TAKEN FIVE CHAIR SHOTS FROM ZERO!!!

BUT Darby Sorrow is still UPRIGHT!!!

HOW ON EARTH?!!!

The Gravedigger is draped over the ropes, facing into the ring. Zero raises the chair.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR MORE SICKENING THUDS OF STEEL ON BONE!!!

ZERO IS TRYING TO MURDER THE IMMORTAL!!!

The Immortal slumps down into a sitting position against the ropes.

CRACK!!!

A TENTH CHAIR SHOT!!!

FINALLY SORROW IS DOWN!!!

Zero holds the chair above his head and postures for the crowd, heat darting at him from all corners.

BUT WAIT!!!

HOW THE-?

THE IMMORTAL IS RISING!!!

Zero turns around and he can’t believe what he is seeing: Darby Sorrow getting to his feet.

THUD!!!

AN ELEVENTH CHAIR SHOT!!!

Zero discards the chair and now he’s choking The Gravedigger with his bionic arm. Sorrow’s legs are writhing but Zero has a hard grip locked in. Sorrow’s movement’s become weaker and what colour he has in his face begins to drain and he goes limp and eventually…

DARBY SORROW STOPS MOVING!!!!

Zero returns to his feet, a smile etched across his face.

HAS ZERO FINALLY LAID THE IMMORTAL TO REST?

Zero turns away from Darby and moves to the ropes, calling for his VHS Championship belt. It’s thrown to him and he’s about to leave the ring, believing his work is done when something catches his attention.

THE GRAVEDIGGER’S SHOULDERS LIFT OFF THE MAT!!!

DARBY SORROW IS SITTING UP!!!

THE IMMORTAL IS ALIVE!!!!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!!!

Darby rises to a vertical base, Zero charges and tries to nail him with the belt but Darby ducks, hits the ropes into a forward roll….

FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!!

CONNECTS!!!

SORROWFUL LIFE!!!!

MAAAAASIVE CROWD POP!!!

Zero gets to his feet, flustered. Sorrow with a kick to the gut into a leg scissors!!!

TOMBSTONE!!!!

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ZERO IS SPIKED WITH THE SITOUT PILEDRIVER!!!!

Every single spectator inside The Slaughterhouse is on their feet as The Gravedigger heads to the top rope.

COFFIN DROP!!!!

HE GOT IT!!!!

A COVER…

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!!!

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NEW CHAMPION!
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EXCEPT THERE IS NO COUNT!

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THE REF IS STILL DOWN!

Darby gets to his feet and tries to rouse the official. Eventually stripes comes round, Sorrow turns back towards Zero…

FIREWALL!!!

ZERO HAS LEVELLED SORROW WITH A DEVASTATING CLOTHESLINE!!!

Zero lifts Sorrow onto his shoulders into a torture rack position. He does one full rotation then drills Sorrow…

CPU DRIVER!

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THE BURNING HAMMER MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN SORROW IN HALF!!!!

Zero with a cover…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-
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ZERO RETAINS!
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NO!!!

SORROW KICKS OUT!!!

Zero is lining up the big finish. Sorrow back to a vertical base, toe kick…

NO! BLOCKED!!

Darby spins Zero around full circle and lifts him into a fireman’s carry…

CRADLE TO THE GRAVE!!!!

GO TO SLEEP!!!!

The Gravedigger falls down over his foe…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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NO!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!

ZERO KICKS OUT!!!

Sorrow lifts Zero, he’s looking for CRADLE TO THE GRAVE again….

ZERO SLIDES OUT OF IT!!!

ABSOLUTE ZERO!!!

BIONIC CHOKESLAM TO THE IMMORTAL!!!

ANOTHER COVER…

ONE!
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TWO!
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IT IS HAS TO BE OVER!!!
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THRE-KICKOUT!!!

Zero thrusts three fingers at the ref but the official shakes his head. The tech-genius is wondering what the fuck he has to do to put this thing away.

The VHS Champion heads out of the ring again, pulling a SLEDGEHAMMER from under the ring. But the distraction has given Darby time…

COFFIN DROP!!!

OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!

Both Sorrow and Zero are flat on the concrete. The “Holy Shit” chants are ringing around the bleachers.

Sorrow is up, he rolls the VHS Champion into the ring and starts to climb the top turnbuckle. But The Gravedigger is in pain and he’s slow getting there. Zero has time to join.

TOE KICK!

NOW WAY! NO FUCKING WAY!!!

PUNK CITY KILLER!!!

FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!

Zero covers…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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HE DID IT!

Zero-1-0 comes through this absolute war and RETAINS the VHS Championship!

WINNER AND STILL VHS CHAMPION: ZERO

 

 


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OLD SCHOOL REWIND
LUX BELLATOR vs. SOLOMON RHODES

Red Snow III – December 28th 2017

The time for words is over as Solomon Rhodes meets Lux Bellator under the moonlight. Rhodes wastes no time in going for Bellator’s throat, but God’s chosen warrior knocks the strike away. He grabs Rhodes by the hair and HEADBUTTS RHODES, BUSTING HIS HEAD WIDE OPEN. Lux steps back and grins as the blood flows from Solomon’s eyebrow, but the Dragon smiles, darting his tongue out to taste the precious flow. The two men rush forward once again, a cloud of white dust flying into the air.

Lifting up Lux by the mask, Solomon strikes him so hard across the face that his mask is practically turned around on his face. Fire rages in the eyes of the Dragon as he runs at Bellator.

FLASH!

A sudden strike of light throws Rhodes back!

CROSS BODY BLOCK FROM LUX BELLATOR!

The two men go flying down on the glass skylight leading down into the Tap Room itself. It is double-paned. It will not break, but both men avoid it regardless.

The Dragon takes a step back and charges in.

DARK WISH! SUPERKICK!

Bellator flies backward to hit the snow-covered concrete, flailing in some horrible approximation of a snow angel trying to get away from the Dragon. But Rhodes will not be denied, grabbing the leg of Lux Bellator with a sneer on his crimson mask. But as he reaches down, Bellator grabs the back of his head!

HEADBUTT TO RHODES WOUNDED FOREHEAD!

The snow has turned red around the two men vying for the fate of the Earth as the warrior of light takes a commanding position

DEUM LUCEM! SIDE SUNSET FLIP TO RHODES!

Bellator finally makes a cover, hooking the leg.

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT! IT WON’T BE THAT EASY FOR BELLATOR!

But Rhodes fights back, switching places with Bellator. Lux hits his head on the concrete block stopping him from toppling into the Miami streets. Rhodes leaps into the air with ill intent!

DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO LUX BELLATOR ON THE CONCRETE!

WAIT! BELLATOR MOVED!

RHODES CRUSHED THE CONCRETE WITH HIS KICK. IT WOULD HAVE KILLED LUX BELLATOR!

Lux eyes the roof’s edge, but instead takes off running back towards the center of the roof.

And the skylight.

CATHOLIC CROSS!! RUNNING CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB ON THE GLASS!

SOLOMON RHODES GOES THROUGH THE FUCKING SKYLIGHT!!!

HE LANDS ON THE RAFTER GIRDERS THAT THE LIGHTS HANG ON! HIS BODY IS INCHES FROM FALLING ALL THE WAY TO THE MAT! RHODES ASKED FOR DEATH! HE’S GOING TO GET IT!

The two men teeter for a moment, on the edge of death itself, before Rhodes pulls his nemesis in to look deep in his eyes. Doing what must be done, the Dragon releases the hold.

BUT NAILS THE CHAOS THEORY ON LUX BELLATOR!! THE CODEBREAKER ON THE LIGHT WARRIOR!

AND LUX FALLS ALL THAT FUCKING WAY!! TWENTY… THIRTY FEET DOWN TO THE MAT! HE’S GOTTA BE DEAD.

With raging eyes behind his crimson mask, Solomon Rhodes is not done.

With the intent to finish this, he stops and with great theatricality…

LOOKS DOWN!

The Tap Room roars their approval!

HE’S GONNA FUCKING DO IT!

HE JUMPS! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP FROM THE RAFTERS!!!

BLOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD…

LUX BELLATOR ROLLS AWAY! THE SON OF A BITCH ROLLS AWAY AT THE LAST SECOND! RHODES LANDS WITH A THUD ON THE MAT, NOW MOTIONLESS HIMSELF.

FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER FROM BELLATOR!

THE DISCIPLE MAKER HITS FLUSH! RHODES HEAD IS DRIVEN INTO THE MAT!

Bellator makes the cover, running his elbow right into the gash on Rhodes head!

ONE….

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TWO….

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THREE!! LUX BELLATOR HAS SLAYED THE DRAGON!!!

WINNER: LUX BELLATOR

 

 


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GOODBYE, JIMMY

In the middle of no-where, Jessie Williams stands over a grave that he himself has clearly marked. There’s a wooden cross stuck in it with the name Jimmy Sartyr written there.Only we know Jimmy isn’t here, he’s buried in the Dungeon.

“I’m sorry,” he begins sadly. “But I wanted to do this properly.”

He turns around to hear footsteps coming his way. They belong to a host of people.

Neville Sheldon, DTR, Jensen Cussen and Jake Jeckel all now stand around the grave.

“You knew Jimmy?” He says to them all.

Neville steps forward with a nod.

“I did,” he admits. “We weren’t the best of friends but I knew him. I can’t believe you let him die.”

That shocks Jessie.

“Yeah man, that was fuckin’ brutal,” Jake chimes in. “I’m an asshole and even I didn’t try and kill Jimmy.”

Poor Jessie doesn’t know what to say.

“Guys, take it easy,” DTR pleads.

Williams nods with a thank you.

“He used Sartyr to get his daddy back; you can’t really blame him for that? What was he supposed to do – kill himself? He threw Sartyr to the wolves and saved his daddy. He traded Jimmy’s life for his own. There isn’t a single one of us who wouldn’t have done it differently.”

“I would’ve done it differently,” Neville retorts stoically.

“Yeah, well you’re a pussy,” Jake replies.
“Enough!” Jessie bellows. “I don’t understand what the hell is going on here? You’re both dead,” he says pointing to Jensen Cussen and DTR. “You blew up. I… I remember hearing the story from my dad.”

They suddenly vanish.

All of them.

And The Sandman appears.

This is now clearly one of his nightmares.

However, it doesn’t seem quite as strong as usual.

“I only wish I had the power to drag that out,” he says with a growl. “Because if I did, I was going to have them beat you to death in your own dream.”

“You’re weakening?” Jessie queries.

The Sandman approaches, looming over his nemesis.

“Don’t get too excited, I could still end you where you stand, boy.”

Gulp.

“What do you want from me?” He asks, stepping backwards with caution.

“I want you to know that at Fists of Rage, I’m taking your father back,” he announces defiantly. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

That makes Williams step forward with defiance of his own.

“I won’t let you,” he screams.

“You can’t stop me.”

Williams runs towards The Sandman – screaming as he does.

Flash.

Suddenly, Jessie wakes up in his bedroom in a cold sweat – the nightmare over, for now.

But it threatens to begin again.

 

 


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IT NEVER ENDS

Previously Recorded.“Have you ever wanted to know the answer to life’s deepest questions?”

Eyes fly open, a look of pure shock deep inside of them as a man we recognize, Mr. Kirby, Redwing. The caped crusader looks around his room, woken up in a cold sweat! He finds, sitting in the corner of his room in a chair a man he wishes he hadn’t.

Monty Straight.

“It’s rude to sleep while the cameras are rolling, you know.”

Redwing leaps from his bed, taking a fighting stance as he approaches Monty, ready to swing.

“Get out of my house.”

Monty chuckles, leaning back in his chair, looking Redwing up and down before responding with the pure confidence for which Monty is known for.

“Your house? You must be blind, we’re not in your home at all. We’re on The Show That Never Ends! And since you’re my tag team partner, it especially never ends for you.”

We zoom in on Redwing’s face for a second, his eyes going wide as we zoom out to reveal the stage of Monty’s game show, and Redwing now fully in his costume. He looks around in shock, seeing that he isn’t alone. No, there’s more than him and Monty on stage.

Mister Andy stands there awestruck.

Until his eyes land on Redwing, that is.

“Why. Why do you keep following me? Why won’t you just leave me be!?”

“It isn’t me! I don’t trust you, this is true, but I didn’t bring you here!”

Redwing is quick to retort but the clicking on Monty’s tongue brings both men’s attention to the show host. With a sparkling smile he winks at the invisible crowd.

“Oh, don’t be so embarrassed, Redwing. I’m your partner, I’d be remiss not to help out my dear friend. Don’t lie to Mister Andy, you wanted him on this show with you, didn’t you?”

Andy glares at Redwing, approaching him as Redwing backs away. He looks to Monty who smirks.

“So, why don’t I explain the choices then?”

Andy interrupts him, shaking with rage as he looks to Monty.

“I want him to leave me alone! I want him gone!”

“Oh? Well, why don’t I cut to the chase then. Door number 2 to my left, your right. What lies behind it will help you destroy my partner.”

Andy walks to the door, Redwing watching as Andy opens the door.

Revealing SeeSaw behind it.

Andy is dumbfounded by what he sees, Redwing ready to leap into action!

But the stage is gone.

Redwing is in his room again, alone.

With no proof either Monty or Andy were there.

Cut.

 

 


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DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP
VIPER ROBERTS © vs. SIMON vs. LUKE STORM vs. BERKSHIRE ELLISON GREEN

Four warriors stand in four corners. The Double Feature Championship is on the line and only one man can walk away the victor. When all is said and done, whose gameplan will come out on top?

Is Luke Storm who strikes first, forgoing what seems almost to be a customary ‘sizing up’ of each other and charging the current champion… STORM NAILS THE VIPER WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK THAT SENDS HIM REELING IN SURPRISE AMD ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!

A FOUR WAY BRAWL! FISTS FLY IN EVERY DIRECTION AND HAMMERING BLOWS ROCK ALL FOUR MEN FROM ALL SIDES!

BABAM! BEG DROPS LUKE STORM WITH A LOW BLOW… GOT HIM RIGHT IN THE EYE OF THE STORM!

As Storm drops to the floor, both Roberts and Simon turn on the culprit faster than the referee can have a word with him. DOUBLE TEAM! DUAL CLOTHESLINES TAKE BEG OVER THE TOP ROPE!

With Storm down and BEG out, naturally the action in the ring turns to mano-e-mano. Viper Roberts takes a swing but the calculating Simon dodges the blow and drives Viper shoulder first into the corner. He hoists Viper up onto the top rope and DROPS HIM BACK TO THE GROUND WITH AN ELEVATED POWERBOMB!

ROBERTS REALLY SHOOK THE RING WITH THAT ONE!

CRACK!

LIGHTNING STRIKES OUTTA NOWHERE!

STORM DROPS SIMON WITH THE SUPERKICK AND HE FALLS RIGHT ON TOP OF VIPER ROBERTS!

THE CROWD GOES NUTS AS STORM COVERS BOTH MEN!

ONE!

TWO!

SIMON KICKS OUT. THAT WAS NEVER GONNA WORK!

With all of this erupting in the ring, one figure is notably absent from the match. BEG, calculating in his own way, remains biding his time at ringside, crouching down outside the ring and gathering all the action inside the ring.

Storm charges off at the ropes, looking to follow Lightning with THUNDER!

SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! DIAL UP A SPECIAL DOSE OF THUNDER!

BUT SIMON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND LUKE STORM CATCHES ONLY VIPER ROBERTS INSTEAD!

A groggy Simon pulls Luke off the Champion, trying to shake the effects of getting his bell rung. He locks Luke Storm up into a Collar and Elbow tie, positioning himself where he can take advantage over Storm’s high octane offense.

BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX DROPS LUKE STORM!

SIMON IS NOW THE ONLY ONE LEFT STANDING!

BUT SUDDENLY… HE’S NOT!

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, SIMON HAS BEEN DRAGGED OUT OF THE RING BY HIS ANKLES BY BEG!

BEG mounts Simon and starts barraging him with a series of clubbing blows about the head. It is all Simon can do to defend himself against the onslaught. But defenses only last so long and soon, BEG lands a few good elbow strikes that catch Simon right on the skull!

Inside the ring, both Storm and Roberts have begun to claw their way to their feet once more. Storm Looks for the LIGHTNING STRIKE ONCE MORE… BUT NO!

SNAP!

VIPER ROBERTS STRIKES! ODE TO THE SNAKE!

ROBERTS JUST DRILLED LUKE STORM INTO THE CANVAS WITH HIS PATENTED DDT!

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Proving why he’s the Champion, Viper Roberts covers for the pinfall!

ONE!

LUKE STORM LOOKS OUT! THE VIPER STRIKING QUICKLY AND FIERCELY!

TWO!

AT THE LAST MINUTE, ROBERTS TOO IS DRAGGED FROM THE RING!

BEG BREAKS THE PIN AND NOW HAS ROBERTS WHERE HE WANTS HIM!

Roberts and BEG go at it, hammer and tongs at ringside, connecting elbows, fists, knees… Whatever they can to bludgeon the other man with. BEG whips Roberts into a Hammer Lock and drives him into the crowd barricade, only to have Roberts push him away and drop him with a heavy DROPKICK!

Meanwhile, Simon has managed to stagger to his feet. Deciding it would be best to leave the pair skirmishing at ringside, he turns his attention to the ring… Where Luke Storm is beginning to stir. Simon slides into the ring, calculating and advancing carefully…

BUT LUKE STORM LEAPS UP WITHOUT WARNING!

HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM!

GALE FORCE!

THE STUNNER HITS WITHOUT WARNING AND SIMON IS PLANTED IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!

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But Luke Storm doesn’t even have time to pin his foe before both BEG and Roberts are upon the ring once more. Simon is down and all three remaining men look set to square off. Except, it is Roberts and Storm who lock horns, with BEG practically pushing them into each other.

VIPER ROBERTS DROPS LUKE STORM WITH A SWINGING CLOTHESLINE AND TURNS HIS ATTENTION BACK TO BEG!

BUT BEG IS WAITING FOR HIM AND LOCKS IN A BILLION DOLLAR DREAM!

ROBERTS IS FADING! THE SLEEPER IS LOCKED IN HARD!

BAM!

LUKE STORM RISES ONCE MORE AND BLINDSIDES BEG, TAKING HIM BACK OUT OF THE RING! BOTH MEN TUMBLE OUT TO RINGSIDE AND LAND HARD!

Viper Roberts is on his knees sucking in air. Simon is beginning to stir, so Roberts drags his still groggy carcass back to his feet once more.

DROP TOE HOLD! SIMON TAKES DOWN ROBERTS WITH DESPERATION!

HE’S BATTERED BUT HE STILL KNOWS WHAT’S AT STAKE!

CHECKMATE! THE FIGURE FOUR IS LOCKED IN ON VIPER ROBERTS!

THIS COULD BE IT FOLKS!

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Viper Roberts is desperate to turn the hold but he cannot seem to get the momentum. He can’t break free and his face is turning red with holding the agony inside.

But once more, it is BEG who comes to the party! He cleans out Simon and picks Roberts up for himself. An Irish Whip into the corner…

BEG COMES CRASHING AFTER WITH A BIG BOOT THAT NEARLY TAKES ROBERTS HEAD CLEAN OFF!

Luke Storm is gingerly testing out his knee at ringside, having landed awkwardly and watches as BEG continues to barrage Roberts with a series of blows that are each stained with vinegar.

Finally, he relinquishes and leaves a battered Roberts behind, tangled in the turnbuckle… And turns his attention back to Simon who is pulling himself to a vertical base.

CHIP OFF THE OL’ BLOCK!

BEG KICKS THE LEG OF SIMON AND HITS HIS BULLDOG!

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But BEG cannot go for the killing blow! One forgotten foe is upon him in an instant!

LUKE FUCKING STORM HITS THE DOWNPOUR!

BEG CRUMBLES!

BUT HERE COMES THE VIPER! HE’S GOT LUKE STORM IN HIS SIGHTS!

SNAKE BITE! LUKE STORM NEVER SAW IT COMING!

SIMON IS OUT! BEG IS OUT! AND VIPER ROBERTS COVERS LUKE STORM!

ONE!

TWO!

IT ALMOST SEEMS CLINICAL AT THIS POINT!

THREE!

YOUR WINNER AND STIIIIIIIIL DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION…. VIPER ROBERTS!

They came for his title. They damn nearly took it from him. But Viper Roberts bit down when it mattered most and saw off all comers to retain his Championship!

WINNER AND STILL DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: VIPER ROBERTS

 

 


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OLD SCHOOL REWIND
NIGHTSTICK vs. EDWARD NEWTON

Shattered Dreams – May 13th 2019

DING! DING! Nightstick immediately races across the ring and sends a BIG BOOT straight towards Newton’s head, like a fucking missile! Newton narrowly escapes, dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring to safety. Nightstick immediately pursues his weeks long suspect, sliding out of the ring and giving chase. Newton runs a lap around the ring, Nightstick breathing down his neck! Newton dives under the bottom rope and back into the ring, standing up just in time to deliver a PUNT KICK RIGHT ACROSS NIGHTSTICK’S JAW!!

But Newton CURBSTOMPS the unsuspecting officer’s head into the mat!

Newton charges! NIGHTSTICK CATCHES NEWTON WITH HIS LIFTED BOOT! Newton stumbles backwards!

HARD JUSTICE!!

THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL CAUSES NEWTON TO PERFORM A CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE IMPACT, LANDING ON THE MAT AWKWARDLY!!!

Just as Nightstick stands to his feet and regains his balance, so does Edward Newton!

BIG RIGHT HAND FROM NIGHTSTICK!

A HARD LEFT FROM NEWTON!

NIGHTSTICK WITH ANOTHER RIGHT!

NEWTON WITH A LEFT!

HARD JUSTICE! AGAIN!

THE CLOTHESLINE SENDS NEWTON TOPPLING OVER THE ROPES AND SLAMMING HARD TO THE GROUND OUTSIDE!!

They’re begging for it!

EXCESSIVE FORCE!!!

Nightstick slams his weapon down on Newton’s lower back! The Riddler arches his back in pain!

EXCESSIVE FORCE!!!

AGAIN TO NEWTON’S BACK!!!

Newton, perhaps in sheer survival mode, rakes the challenger’s eyes! Nightstick staggers. Newton kicks his shin!

NEVERMIND!!! NEVERMIND!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

NEWTON MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO! SOMEHOW, NIGHTSTICK KICKS OUT OF THE MOVE THAT HAS SENT SO MANY CONTENDER’S HOME EMPTY HANDED!!!

Newton and the Referee both scramble up to their feet. Newton tries to lock the Riddle Box back in, but Nightstick kicks him away. Nightstick climbs up to one knee!

NEVERMIND FROM NEWTON!

IT’S FUCKING OVER!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Edward Newton has retained his title!

NO!! NIGHTSTICK’S FOOT WAS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!

Instead, Newton lifts Nightstick into a prone, sitting position on the top turnbuckle.

Newton climbs up to meet him.

NEVERMIND DDT FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!

NO!!!

NIGHTSTICK SHOVES THE RIDDLER DOWN TO THE MAT!!

HARD JUSTICE FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!

NIGHTSTICK MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!

NO!!! EDWARD NEWTON KICKS OUT!!!

What is it going to take?

What the fuck is it going to take?

ODE TO BOSSMAN ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!!

Nightstick stands to his feet and lifts the crumpled Champ to his own.

The Law places the Riddler’s head between his legs…

911 ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!!

911 ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!!

911 ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!!

911 ONTO THE STEEL FUCKING STEPS!!!

IT’S OVER!! IT FUCKING HAS TO BE!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

NO!!!

…wait…

Yes?

It’s over.

The streak.

The reign.

It’s over. It’s fucking over.

Nightstick’s arm is lifted by the referee! For the first time since Newton has arrived in OSW, he has taken a loss. And for the first time in an unbelievably, unprecedented amount of time?

The OSW has a new World Champion.

And his name is Nightstick.

WINNER: NIGHTSTICK

 

 


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THE SEARCH, PART II

Gary, Indiana. Continued.

D’Von Chambers, after that interesting encounter with Junkrat earlier, now finds himself alone in a remote part of town.

Digging through what looks like trash and wreckage.

His voice, as it did last week, continues to narrate.

“Coming to Gary should have been my first instinct. Sigil has spent time here in the past, using some kind of device to replicate Junkrat. Why anyone would want to do that, I cannot fathom.”

Chambers pushes his way into a pile of metal, grabbing a large piece out of the center. He brushes it off, looking at some strange lettering on it.

“No one knows where Sigil is from, but his time spent on this world in particular has surely revealed something about where he would hide in a time of need. Why he has done what he has done can only be revealed from his own mouth.”

Turning it in his hands, Chambers slowly smiles.

“His being drawn to OSW should have been the first clue. Sigil is a man not bound by time or space, but he has spent time journeying to important places in its history, all before doing that which he did.”

Dropping the piece of metal, Chambers begins to walk away.

“It will be a test of my piety to enter such a den of iniquity that I am called to. But I will not falter.”

As Chambers fades into the distance, we can see the piece of metal spinning on the ground. As it comes to a halt, we can see a single bit of text stamped into the metal.

MADE IN LAS VEGAS

Cut.

 

 


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DOG DAYS

The Forever Friends.Ultimo America, Chunky Moses, Magical Miles and Sherman Dewey sit around a large table in the locker room backstage. They’ve been playing Dungeons and Dragons on the weekly for years. This current campaign is one they consider their best.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Sherman says somewhat solemnly. “This dream of ours, it seems a bit dangerous, doesn’t it?”

“You’re a level one Knight. It’ll get easier once you level up,” Miles responds.

“We’ve dreamed about this all our lives,” Ultimo chimes in. “We’re here now and we can’t let people like Rune run us out of town. Besides, we’re in lockdown.”

We pan out to see sleeping bags, food stores and general supplies.

“With what happened in New York City, we dare not go outside,” Ultimo continues.

“That’s where the adventure is,” Chunky says through a mouthful of pie. “I still say we go out there and check it out.”

Everyone turns to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

He just continues scoffing pie.

“Everyone has a game-plan until they get socked in the mouth,” Sherman says whilst standing up. “We don’t belong here, guys. I love you all; you’re my brothers, but I’m terrified every single day. Rune almost killed me.”

Miles stands up to give Sherman a hug, pulling him close and squeezing him.

“It’s okay to have doubts, bro,” Miles comforts.

Sherman pulls away from the hug and heads towards the door. He stops before opening it, turning to face his friends.

“I’m going for a walk. I need to clear my head,” Dewey says as Ultimo stands up and approaches.

He pulls the door open and steps into the hallway.

Only suddenly and abruptly, he sideswiped violently.

Blood has splattered the face of Ultimo America.

All three of the boys jump into panic mode and rush into the hall, searching for their friend.

There’s a trail of blood on the floor, leading further down the corridor.

The Forever Friends are in a panic, frantically running down the hallway.

That’s when they hear it.

Guttural screams.

Growls.

As they turn the corner, people are running in each and every direction. They don’t see anything a first, not for people trying to escape.

That’s when the fog of humanity clears.

Sherman Dewey lays on the concrete floor, holding his insides on his outside. As blood spews from his mouth with every breath turned cough, his friends rush to his aide.

Miles immediately crumbles as Ultimo bends down to grab him.

Chunky Moses can’t help but throw up.

Their best friend, their brother, lays dying on the concrete floor before them.

“It’s okay Sherman,” Ultimo tries to calm him. “You’re going to be just fine. Tis but a scratch,” he continues, trying to make him laugh.

It works.

Dewey chuckles, but only spews more blood.

Miles and Chunky finally come closer.

There’s a growl.

A sinister, roaring growl.

It’s behind them. Whatever it is, it’s behind them.

Sherman looks up at his brothers.

R-Run!” He says with all his might.

His eyes close for the final time as Ultimo lays him carefully down and with the remaining Forever Friends, do exactly as he’s said.

They run.

They run as fast as they can – the galloping footsteps of something terrifying chasing them from behind, growling all the while.

Cut.

 

 


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OLD SCHOOL REWIND
THE SCARECROW vs. BRENT KERSH

Red Snow II – December 19th 2016

The Scarecrow stares straight through the defiant Brent Kersh as he stands before him, unafraid of what comes next.

They’re near the tunnel now, but Brent Kersh fights back. He kicks and swings punches wildly at The Scarecrow, catching him with as many swift shots as he possibly can, only The Monster isn’t having any of it. He slaps his giant paw around his throat and throws him straight down the tunnel!

Kersh rolls, bumping with a thud as he bounces down the hall and into a set of tables. The Hayman follows, grabbing him by the head, spinning him around and THROWING HIM STRAIGHT THROUGH A GLASS OFFICE WINDOW! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! THERE’S GLASS EVERYWHERE! Brent has been cut up and down his torso!

This is becoming a bloody massacre.

The Scarecrow drags his limp body down the hall and throws him straight into the nearest wall, making a massive dent with the impact of his body. He doesn’t stop there though, grabbing him again and throwing him even harder into it.

The wall slowly crumbles, but it stands and Brent, he’s literally out of it. The Scarecrow winds him up more time and throws him..

SO HARD INTO THAT WALL THAT HE BURSTS THROUGH THE FUCKING CONCRETE AND ROLLS OUT THE OTHER SIDE. HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! There’s almost nothing to say. Brent Kersh lays amongst concrete, dust and rubble whilst The Scarecrow stares at him through a Brent Kersh shaped hole in the wall!

Blood spatters across Kersh’ face, leaving him to be dragged by The Scarecrow to the nearest car. He opens the door and sits Kersh up against the open space, grabbing the frame of the door itself and WHIPPING IT INTO THE SKULL AND HEAD OF THE ENFORCER! NOT ONCE… BUT TWICE! JESUS CHRIST! Brent flops to his side, blood leaking from his mouth, nose and ear.

The Scarecrow doesn’t cover – this isn’t even about that. He bends down, looking at Brent who gasps…

Gasp.

The Hayman stands up, looks down and then sneers.

Stomp.

That’s it. He’s not even breathing. The Scarecrow walks away, into the cold winter night, never looking back.

Brent Kersh is dead.

WINNER: THE SCARECROW

 

 


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OSW CHAMPIONSHIP
THE SANDMAN © vs. CORVUS vs. VOYNICH

It all started with a kitchen sink and a masked chef and in six years, the OSW Heavyweight Championship has not only turned into a globally revered title belt but the greatest prize in professional wrestling today.Nineteen of the greatest wrestlers have held the gold high as the Crow and the Best Kept Secret look to join their ranks but standing in their way is the thing of nightmares itself. Will their be a new OSW World Champion tonight or will the Sandman destroy two more souls in his endless campaign of terror?

‘Foreboding’ plays and Corvus steps out into The Slaughterhouse. He points his arms to the sky then throws down two smoke bombs. When the smoke clears Corvus has disappeared. Cut to the ring where Corvus has taken a knee on one of the top turnbuckles. Another smoke bomb clouds the vision and when it dissipates Corvus is stood centre of the ring.

Lights go off in the Slaughterhouse as “Guardians at the Gate” starts. The entrance tunnel is filled with smoke and, after a few seconds, Voynich emerges from the entrance tunnel with a flashlight in his hand. Voynich walks down the ramp slowly, moving his flashlight from left to right, pointing it at the crowd, as if he was searching something.

When Voynich reaches the ring, lights go on and Voynich gives his flashlight to a fan in the first row. He then jumps over the top rope and climbs in a corner of the ring to make his traditional V-sign using both of his hands.

The crowd hushes in anticipation, both challengers on edge as they await for the champion and that mystical fog that accompanies him….but nothing happens. Moments pass, a few minutes ticking by but there’s no sign of the world champion. The crowd, both Corvus and Voynich and even the referee getting nervous as Corvus just shrugs, rushing forward and slugging Voynich hard in the jaw as the referee calls for the bell.

This match is beginning without the world champion as both the Crow and Voynich begin exchanging hard lefts and rights, an exchange that Voynich quickly gets the better of but not for long as the Crowd begins using his vastly superior speed to get the better of the younger man, ducking under a wild right before slicing upwards with a hard elbow that catches Voynich underneath the jaw. Dazed, he stumbles back as Corvus leaps up

CORVUS KICK! FLASH KICK!

Voynich stumbles back into the corner from that huge flash kick, holding his jaw in pain as Corvus rushes forward trying for another into the steel buckles but Voynich manages to duck under the second attempt, rushing to the ropes as he bounces off

ISHTAR’S GATE! MASSIVE LARIATO NEARLY TAKES CORVUS’S HEAD OFF!!

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Corvus crumples to the mat as Voynich tries for a quick cover

ONE
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TW…CORVUS GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Voynich pulls up the prone Crow, possibly looking for that Brainbuster but Crow slips out of his grip, wrapping his arms around Voynich’s neck as he slips down

LOCKING IN THE GARROTE!

Voynich struggles under the hold, the Crow locking his arms as he presses deep into his carotid artery, the best kept secret slowly losing consciousness, the crowd in shock as Corvus is inches away from becoming the new OSW world champion. Voynich going limp as the referee lifts his arm up high

IT DROPS ONCE
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IT DROPS A SECOND TIME
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DO WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION?!
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HAS THE SANDMAN LOST THE TITLE WITHOUT EVER BEING INVOLVED IN THE DECISION?
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IT DROPS A THIRD TIME
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OR DOES IT?
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VOYNICH’S HAND SHOOTS UP HIGH!

The Best Kept Secret is still in this, adrenaline shooting through his body as he fights to his feet, Corvus desperately trying to still put Voynich under as he fights out with hard elbows to the ribs before bringing his head back in a brutal skull smashing reverse headbutt that finally breaks the hold.

Corvus stumbles back as Voynich unleashes a flurry of blows. Rights, left, hooks, uppercuts before a scintillating knee to the jaw rocks the Crow enough for Voynich to lift him up high

MONOLITH! SPIKE BRAINBUSTER DRIVES CORVUS NEARLY THROUGH THE MAT!

Voynich backs up, waiting for Corvus to slowly get to his feet as he rushes forward once more

RIGHT INTO A CORVUS KICK!

Voynich stumbles back into the corner once more as Corvus rushes forward, trying for a splash that meets only steel as Voynich slips underneath. Corvus crashes hard as he stumbles into a kick to the gut, Voynich grabbing him by the head and running up the turnbuckles

THE EIGHTH WONDER! SLICED BREAD #GODDAMN 2

The crowd roars as Voynich drops down for the cover on the knocked out Corvus, the referee counting what could be the biggest moment of Voynich’s young career

ONE
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TWO
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THRE……..

THE LIGHTS GO OUT!

The arena is plunged into darkness for a moment as the sound of crunching guitars echo through the Slaughterhouse. A chill goes through the air as the slightest bit of light filters through showing a thick purple fog flowing through the ring and the lights come back on

THE SANDMAN IS HERE AND GREETS VOYNICH WITH A HAND AROUND HIS THROAT!

MAMMOTH CHOKESLAM!

Voynich nearly bounced off the canvas with the force but the Sandman isn’t done, pulling the young man up to his feet and pummeling him with stiff strikes, capping off with a trio of uppercuts that lift him high up into the air, the final sending a trickle of blood down the young man’s mouth as he may have ruptured something internally from the brutality of the Dream Demon’s strikes.

Sandman caps it off with a sickening headbutt that glazes over Voynich’s eyes before he rushes to the ropes, trying to finish it with a brutal Big Boot

DROP TOE HOLD!

Voynich counters out of nowhere, The Sandman dropping throat first over the middle rope as he stumbles back up into a flurry of lefts and rights from Voynich, somehow still fighting past the pain as he manages to back the Dream Demon into the ropes before backing up

ISHTAR’S GATE TO THE FLOOR BELOW!

Voynich delivers a huge Lariat over the ropes to the floor below, The Sandman landing on his feet as he looks menacingly at the young man who’s undeterred as he backs up, rushing forward once more

TOPE CON HILO….IS CAUGHT BY THE SANDMAN!

Voynich struggles under the power of the Sandman who lifts Voynich up high, trying for a Powerbomb but Voynich manages to slip out, delivering a hurricanrana that sends the Sandman head first into the nearby steel steps.

The Sandman hits hard, Voynich lifting him up to his feet

NEVERMORE! SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE ON BOTH MEN!

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Corvus hits that Shooting Star out of nowhere as he quickly gets to his feet, pulling Voynich up by the scruff of the neck and throwing him back into the ring.

Voynich stumbles up into a throat thrust, which is followed up by a palm strike before capping off the MURDER OF BLOWS with a hard jumping elbow before Corvus leaps up,

IMPLANT DDT! Corvus quickly dropping down for the cover

ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!

Corvus rolls to his feet, stalking Voynich as he begins to mark the young man for Death. Voynich barely gets to one knee though before the Crow is turned around

RING SHAKING CHOKESLAM! CORVUS GETS KNOCKED DAMN NEAR OUT COLD!

The Sandman ignores the Crow, turning his attention to the slowly rising Voynich as he whips him around, delivering another sickening headbutt before picking him up

INTO A RIB BREAKING BEAR HUG!

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Voynich screams in pain, the internal injuries made worse by the demonic strength of the Dream Demon constricting and suffocating his ribs and organs. The Best Kept Secret has to be wracked in almost paralysing pain but he keeps fighting, refusing to give in on the biggest opportunity of his career and the Sandman realises that, letting go of the hold slightly

BEFORE SWINGING VOYNICH DOWN INTO A DEEP SLEEP!

The End of Days hits hard as Voynich is barely moving on the mat but the Sandman isn’t done, kicking Voynich onto his back with callous intent as he stares deep into the young man’s eyes for a moment before bearing down two thick, gnarled thumbs

AND FORCING VOYNICH TO TAKE 40 WINKS!

But from how he’s screaming in absolute pain, he may not sleep for a long time yet

Voynich is writhing in pain, blood streaming from his eyes like tears but he’s too damn stubborn to give in and has too much heart to fade away. The Sandman digs in harder, trying his best to force a submission or blind the poor kid in the process

THUNK

A dagger embeds itself into the right arm of the Sandman as the thumb driving itself into Voynich’s eye slowly begins to fall limp and drop away, allowing Voynich to see that Corvus just saved him from a possible blinding here

MARKED FOR DEATH!

Corvus drives The Sandman back first into the mat, breaking the deadly submission as he pulls the young man up to his feet. Corvus puts out his hand in solidarity and after looking at the quickly rising Sandman, Voynich shakes before both men stand tall, a temporary alliance in hopes to survive against the Dream Demon.

Both men rush forward, ducking under wild strikes from the Sandman as they begin to pepper Sandman from all directions, Voynich delivering a hard kick to the back of the right leg as Corvus leaps up, delivering a stiff roundhouse to the back of the head before the pair back up

TOTAL ELIMINATION! SWEEPING KICK/LEAPING ENZIGURI COMBINATION THAT DROPS THE SANDMAN TO ONE KNEE!

Both men back up, The Sandman’s dazed on his knees as they rush forward

RUNNING KNEE/SUPERKICK COMBINATION! MEETING IN THE FUCKING MIDDLE!

That knocks the Sandman for a loop, his eyes glazed over but he’s not bloody down even after that. Voynich backs up as Corvus pulls the Dream Demon to his feet, Voynich rushing forward

ISHTAR…BIG BOOT!

The Sandman kicks Voynich damn near out of his boots in mid-run as he turns his attention to Corvus, throwing him off another Marked for Death attempt but as he swings, Corvus dodges, springboarding off the ropes and delivering a hard roundhouse kick to the side of the head.

The Crow keeps ducking and dodging, delivering stiff pot shots as he springs and leaps all around the ring, playing a deadly game of cat and mouse with the Sandman who takes every blow before calmly pulling out his bag of sand as Corvus leaps forward once more

RIGHT INTO A CLOUD OF RED SAND!

Corvus blinks in confusion, coughing hard as Voynich gets to his feet, trying to see if Corvus is okay. The Sandman simply steps back into the shadows as Corvus turns to Voynich, his eyes cold steel as a sneer of pure venom fills his face and he rushes at Voynich in an absolute rage.

Voynich can’t do anything but duck and dodge from the onslaught of Corvus who comes at him with not only fists and kicks but deadly blades as well, Voynich doing everything he can to just survive here, steel slicing through the air as Voynich just dodges in time, a steel blade implanting into the turnbuckle cover right where his head was a moment ago.

Voynich rolls back, trying to plead with Corvus who rushes forward once more in a rage

DROP TOE HOLD ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Voynich counters his murderous rush, Corvus getting to his feet dazed as he’s lifted up high

MONOLIT…CORVUS SLICES A DAGGER OVER VOYNICH’S RIGHT ARM!

The paralytic agent kicks in almost immediately, Voynich dropping Corvus like a shot as he couldn’t support him one handed. Smirking and twirling the blade in his hand, he throws it right at Voynich, looking to finish him once and for all

VOYNICH LEAPS UP, KICKING THE DAGGER RIGHT BACK AT CORVUS!

Corvus just dodges the deadly dagger, looking up

INTO ISHTAR’S GATE! IT MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN THE DOMINANT ARM BUT THE CROW FELT THAT LARIAT ALL THE SAME!

Voynich pounds down on his limp arm, trying to will it into life once more as he backs into a tall, intimidating figure and looks up into the sadistic smile of the Sandman

DEEP SLEEP!

Both men are down and out as the Night Terror looks to finish off his worthy opponents once and for all. Effortlessly lifting up both men onto his shoulders, he grabs hold of one of their legs with either arm as he leaps up high

SLEEP

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SPIKE DDT! VOYNICH SLIPS OUT, COUNTERING IN MID-AIR WITH THAT DDT AS HE SAVES THE MATCH FOR BOTH HIM AND CORVUS HERE!

Voynich gets to his feet, bleeding and half blind as adrenaline courses through him as both fists begin to shake in anticipation. He lets out a mighty roar as both The Sandman and Corvus get to their feet as he grabs them around the head, running up the turnbuckles before flipping over both men

TUTANKHAMAN’S DEVASTATION! DOUBLE SALIDA DEL SOL!

Corvus rolls out of the ring as Voynich pulls back both of Sandman’s legs in the cover

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!!!

The crowd roar as Voynich collapses to the mat, exhausted, bleeding and absolutely spent but as he’s handed the OSW World Championship by the referee, the smile on his face tells that every moment of it was worth it for the new OSW World Champion here tonight.

WINNER AND NEW OSW CHAMPION: VOYNICH

 


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FLIPPED

What a fucking match!

These three men went ALL OUT for the OSW World Championship! How is there anything left of them?

Our focus turns to Corvus, who is heading up the ramp to the entrance area. He stops dead in his tracks, looking down at the ground. His head turns to the side as he bends down to pick up something on the floor.

A coin.

“We need to talk.” A voice says from inside the entrance tunnel.

The hooded Corvus stands to his feet, alert once more, trying to shake off the fog of war he has just come out of.

WHAM! CORVUS IS ATTACKED FROM BEHIND!

It’s Two-Face!

The twisted politician kneels over Corvus, picking him up by his hood, effectively choking him as he does so.

“We’re here, just like you wanted.” Two-Face growls. He nods towards the entrance tunnel and several dirty-looking men come out, much in the vein of those auditioning to work for him last week.

‘It’s a new world, Corvus.” Two-Face says as the thugs pick up Corvus. “It’s time to do to you what you did to us. Your world is about to be flipped upside down.”

Corvus puts up an honest fight, but the thugs overwhelm him, taking advantage of his already being tired from the huge match he was just in. They beat him down over and over again as they drag him out of the Slaughterhouse.

Meanwhile, Two-Face bends down and picks up the coin that had been left there. Corvus had dropped it when he was attacked. The former Alton Whitlock contorts his scarred face into something of a smile as he places the coin back into his pocket.

He believes Corvus set him up to die.

What the hell is he going to do in return?

 


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Simon Says, Part II

“We must abduct him. Interrogate him. And once we find out how he knows the Carthian language, and whether he has access to my planet’s knowledge? We kill him.”Darklord.

He speaks in a dark corner of the Slaughterhouse to an even darker figure.

The figure replies thusly.

“You severely underestimate his cunning. I have chased him for eons attempting to do just that. And at every turn, he has made a fool of me.”

Death Note.

His response achieves a small chuckle from the Carthian. “Perhaps if you spent less time scribing death, and more time prescribing it, you’d have already spilled his blood.”

Death Note ignores the Carthian’s shot. “I’ve spilled his blood many times over,” Note replies. “If draining his husk of his blood was all it took to rid him from the Universe, he would not be alive today.”

“Oh?” Darklord replies, intrigued.

Death Note nods. Darklord scratches his chin, considering what to do.

“Gentlemen,” a voice says.

Darklord and Death Note swiftly turn.

It’s Viper Roberts.

“I suspect you speak of Simon,” he says. “And, as it turns out, that is who I’ve come to speak of with both of you.”

Darklord snarls, “Speak quickly then, though be wary. I won’t hesitate to end you should your tongue attempt to sell me snake oil.”

Viper grins. “A common enemy requires no sales tactics. You see, he left this for me.”

Roberts withdraws a tape from his coat, the tape he retrieved from the locker room earlier.

“On this tape,” Roberts explains. “He attempts to extort me. Says he will expose me for the ‘Jim Jones I am,’ to the entire world, unless I follow his demands.”

Death Note nods. “Which are?”

Viper smiles, shows his fangs, but doesn’t bite.

“To kill you both.”

Death Note and Darklord take a defensive posture.

Roberts waves them off.

“I’m no fool,” he says. “I, of all people, can recognize a forked tongue when I hear one. My aim isn’t to kill either of you.”

Darklord replies, “Then what is your aim?”

Roberts smiles again.

Cut.

 


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REMEMBER THE TITANS

New York City at night has never been so quiet.We’re in a destroyed Times Square and the sound of silence is damn near deafening. Buildings have collapsed and crumbled – there’s carnage, broken lights and sparks of electricity. Billboards are shattered beyond repair and there’s not a single person in sight.

Except one.

Bishop.

The Monster Hunter paces through the carefully quiet square with his shotgun drawn. He’s hunting for something.

Suddenly, there’s a howl in the distance.

Something moves fast in the shadows, shuffling quickly.

Bishop immediately spins right, then panics and spins left – but nothing is there.

He regains his composure and tries to move forward, only the but of his gun bounces off of something we can barely see.

A darkened figure.

Large and looming.

The figure swipes at the weapon, but Bishop shoots.

The shotgun blast sends the figure flying backwards, with a puff of smoke and debris flying in each direction.

He hears a sound behind him.

He turns.

And fires another shot.

Now in a panic, he rushes to reload his double barrell shotgun, having used both shots on whatever lurks in the darkness.

Only something rushes at him.

Not just one.

But many.

These forces tackle him to the ground and begin ripping him to shreds. There’s blood and viscera flying as Bishop screams in agony. Blood spurts out of his mouth as our camera focuses just on his face.

His eyes are wide open.

There’s blood everywhere.

And with one last heave, his final breath passes through his lungs.

The camera pans back out to see relative darkness, and in that darkness, multiple figures dragging Bishop away across the concrete by his legs, leaving a blood smear across the concrete.

Whatever the fuck that is… whatever the fuck they are…

They’re here.

And they’ve killed Bishop.