Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The Slaughterhouse is under attack.
People are running in every which direction as Angels and Demons go to war backstage. There’s fire, smoke and screams filling the air. We arrive to see Lee Crowley stood amongst the smoke, smiling.
“It’s been too long,” he says with a sneer. “Daddy has finally come home.”
Suddenly, he’s met by The Chief.
They come face to face.
“This is beneath you,” The Chief reminds him. “You know that, don’t you?”
Crowley laughs in his face.
“Aw, you’re just saying that to hurt my feelings. You know I’ll take Heaven from you and your little winged assholes,” he says with a head tilt. “Whether here or not.”
“There’s no need to hurt these people,” Chief reminds him.
Lee looks around at the humanity strewn in the wreckage of their war. There’re bodies everywhere.
“These people need to take a side,” Crowley says leaning in. “They need to choose. A time will come when the battlelines have been drawn and the end of this war is nigh. Until then, it’s hellfire and brimstone, Chief.”
The King of the Underworld doesn’t look to fight – he just walks away down the corridor, whistling to himself.
The Chief surveys the carnage one more time.
It’s hell inside The Slaughterhouse.
Tonight we have a boiler room match! The room is littered with weapons and the only way to win is to escape the boiler room! It’s Leah Lincoln vs Two-Face! Who will win? We find out next!
DING! DING! Alton is hot out of the gates and he is trying to rush Leah to the boiler! Leah counters and tries to shove him into it! He blocks with his foot and hits Leah with a hard back elbow! She drops to a knee! Super kick by Two-Face!
She’s down and Two-Face grabs a steel chair! He’s shoving the top rail into her throat! She is struggling to breathe! She grabs a lead pipe from the floor and whacks him in the arm to make him let go! He is holding onto that arm tight! She pulls herself up and wraps the pipe around his throat! She falls backward! RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP WITH THE PIPE!
He hits the floor hard and Leah sees her favorite weapon! She grabs the bundle of light bulbs and lays them next to Two-Face! She pulls him up and gets him in a tight front headlock! DDT! No! He steps on her foot out of desperation! He grabs her by the throat! CHOKESLAM ON THE LIGHT BULBS!
Leah is screaming in agony as her back is bleeding and covered in shards of glass! Two-Face chuckles and says “wrong choice.” Two-Face admires his handiwork for a second and makes his way to the door of the boiler room! Leah sees this and she gets up to charge him! He notices and catches her in the charge! HEADS OR TAILS! He hits a rapid-fire Sister Abigail and makes his way out of the boiler room!
What an incredible match! Leah showed a lot of heart but luck was on Two-Face’s side tonight.
Backstage, Sweet Alice is deep in thought preparing for her match against Stoner. She’s so lost in her mind, she doesn’t notice the chaos around her. She’s talking to herself to get hyped up.
There is something different amongst the chaos though that catches her eye.
She sees snakes traversing the halls then in the middle of the regular sized snakes is a massive one with a mouth that could swallow a human whole.
Alice is petrified and frozen against the wall.
“Don’t worry girl, I don’t bite… hard.”
The colossal snake winks at her and slithers away.
Alice tries to shake herself into her senses but before she can, she gets lost in her head and sees Wonderland on fire. She sees homes destroyed, creatures with their heads cut off, some birds trying to peck at the Queen’s guards but it’s no use. Their beaks are ripped off and they’re quickly disposed of.
Alice is screaming until it’s too much and she returns to seeing our world in the same shape as Wonderland.
“Pyre has to be behind this.”
She doesn’t notice Pyre has been behind her for a while now.
“I wish, but not me this time. All that in your head making you scream, that’s me. The fire around us, that’s the Underworld’s. Wonderland has plenty for me to shape in my image. I’ve got to ask though, what made you freeze? I don’t even do that to you anymore.”
“You never will. As for what I saw, none of your business. I’m not giving you anything to mess with me again.”
“Finally, you let logic win against emotion. Let’s see how long that lasts. See you later Alice, I’ve got people to kill and places to burn.”
Alice shakes her head and begins to cry.
“Why are you doing this!?”
“Because I can.”
Pyre shrugs her shoulders and walks away smirking knowing what’s she’s going to destroy next.
Alice grumbles and tries to go back to focusing on her match.
After the show.
The Show That Never Ends!
The pristine stage stands eternally beneath the bright production lights, Monty Straight himself leaning against the podium in the center of the stage.
“I know you boys are here. No one enters my studio without me knowing. After all, you’re either audience or a contestant.”
Emerging from separate seats within the crowd are Reaper and Judge. Judge approaches Monty with his axe in hand, stepping onto the stage as Reaper approaches from the other end, shotgun in hand.
“How the fuck did I even end up here?”
Reaper looks around in confusion, the exasperation quickly replaced with rage as he stares down Monty.
“I brought you here. The scales are tipping and I need to correct them.”
Judge speaks clearly, obviously not happy to share a room with Reaper once more.
“Either you or Monty must perish. It’s the only way to bring balance back to the world.”
Reaper points his gun at Judge, switching aim between him and Monty.
“My ass. Both of you should take a fuckin’ dirt nap!”
As both men bicker Monty simply chuckles, watching the commotion. Reaper and Judge quickly turn back to him, closing in when Monty wags his finger at them.
“Uh uh uh. I don’t think so. The show must go on. It always must go on. You two are good ratings, and the tilting of the scales? Well, let’s just say it’s what the crowd wants to see!”
As Monty speaks the invisible crowd cheers! And the stage?
It starts to tilt.
Like a seesaw it rocks back and forth, Judge and Reaper scrambling to right the weight on either side when the stage flips over!
Both men tumble off the side, falling as Monty stays stuck to the stage, his trademark smile glinting in the light as he stares down at them.
“I’m tilting the scales, boys! I’m tilting reality! I hope you’re ready, but we’re gearing up for a season finale!”
We watch Reaper and Judge fall, the men seemingly falling upwards towards the ceiling as we fade out.
Monty Straight and Jessie Williams are in the ring. The Reaper is pleading for a tag from The Prince. The Harvester will never turn down a chance to take his slice of The Deal Maker. Jessie shrugs and tags in Reaper, but Straight immediately slaps Mister Andy’s shoulder and exits the ring.
So, here we go then, we’re definitely starting. Mister Andy wants a collar-elbow tie-up but The Reaper wants a straight brawl and leads with a couple of rights, then a stiff elbow strike, looking for a knee thrust now but The Toymaker parries and counters with a forearm to The Harvester’s head. Reaper spins away from Andy….CATASTROPHIC COLLIDER CACOPHONY!!!! Running bulldog to The Harvester!
Now Monty wants a tag and Andy obliges. The Deal Maker is in with repeated stomps, he lifts Reaper, arm twist and then a clothesline. Straight lifts Reaper with a waistlock…back elbow from The Harvester, he spins….SHOTGUN BLAST!!!! MISSES!!! MONTY DUCKS!!! Then a counter from The Deal Maker…inverted side leg sweep transitioned flawlessly into a crossface…TERMS AND CONDITIONS!!!!
CALL OF THE CHOSEN!!!! SWANTON BOMB FROM JESSIE WILLIAMS BREAKS THE SUBMISSION ATTEMPT!!! Mister Andy enters the ring and starts brawling with The Prince. Jessie is backed onto the ropes…GORE!!!! THROUGH THE ROPES BY THE TOYMAKER!!! Both men crash onto the concrete. In the ring, Monty and Reaper are on their feet but it’s The Harvester with the attack…SWIFT REVENGE…SINGLE ARM DDT!!!!
Reaper doesn’t elect for a cover because he sees Mister Andy climbing the apron, Jessie is still recovering on the concrete. The Harvester rushes The Toymaker….SHOTGUN BLAST!!! SUPERMAN PUNCH SENDS MISTER ANDY BACK TO THE CONCRETE!!!! But The Deal Maker uses the distraction, upending Reaper with a leg sweep and locking in STRAIGHT SHOOTER!!!!! Reaper cannot hold out against the pain of the sharpshooter and he is forced to TAP OUT!!!
The Show definitely does not end tonight as Monty Straight forces a submission that gives his team the win.
As a war rages, Leah Lincoln finds herself locked into the Forever Friends hideout. This is where they spend their time backstage, trying to stay away from the danger.
She sits on a chair surrounded by them all.
“Death is not the end,” she opens her gambit by stating. She reaches inside a black satchel and pulls out a book, covered in a piece of cloth. Removing the cloth, she places the book down on the table.
“What’s that?” Chunky asks innocently.
“This is how I can bring your friend back,” she admits. “Within these pages are great voodoo spells that very few people know or can read.”
Chunky looks at Miles, whilst Ultimo remains silent.
“We’ve talked about it and we’re not sure,” Miles chimes in. “We don’t trust you.”
Now Ultimo steps forward.
“Give us one reason why’d you help us?” He asks.
“That’s true,” Miles agrees. “Why do you care about Sherman?”
“My services aren’t free,” she admits. “To gather the required ingredients for my spell takes time, manpower and resources. In payment for my services, I’d ask you to acquire other ingredients not necessarily for Sherman.”
The Forever Friends look at each other.
Ultimo is the first to step up.
“When will you bring him back?” He asks.
“If you get me the ingredients in time, I’ll resurrect him for Pandemonium,” Leah says confidently.
“Where do we start?” Asks Miles.
The office of Berkshire Ellison Green spans before us, though it is empty. Through our eyes, we see his golden nameplate adorning a lavish desk. But the sound of breathing we can hear is only our own, seeing the scene through the eyes of an unknown individual that stands in the abandoned office, pacing as if deciding what to do now.
His hands appear before us, slamming fists into the desk. Two objects are left behind on the desk. A crumpled photograph and a blackened coin.
With eyes searing at the photograph, our scarred hand picks up the coin, flicking it into the air. The hand then moves swiftly to snatch it out of the air, slamming it back down on the table once more and withdrawing to reveal which side the coin had chosen to land on.
A sinister laugh can be heard escaping our lips as we look upon the coin, charred-black side staring back at us.
Meanwhile… Elsewhere at an Undisclosed Location
Screams and explosions fill the ambience around us. The battle seems albeit in the distance, still close enough to cause concern for BEG and Zero as they press on. The sound of chopper blades warming up greet us as the two members of Blood Money Inc. take the steps to the covert helicopter pad.
“… And couple to that the fact that there’s a battle for heaven and earth at our doorstep, one would be remiss to not take action. Last week was the final straw, and I’m not about to hang around until one of you stabs me in the back. So I am getting the fuck out of here for the time being, somewhere nobody will find me.”
BEG’s voice can just be heard above the sound of the chopper and the distant war.
“Zero. Can I trust you to deal with this tomfoolery?”
Zero nods at BEG.
“Of course, you don’t need to worry about me. If my information is correct, then Two-Face will be coming for you. But he won’t find you, you’ll be long gone. I’ll intercept his ass and change his course.”
A smirk forms on Zero’s face.
“Then, I’ll proceed to slap the ugly right off his two faces.”
BEG and Zero both share a chuckle before BEG’s back turns and he swings into the helicopter. Without any further ado, the chopper lifts off the ground and BEG disappears into the night, in hiding for the foreseeable future.
It’s simple: escape the cage. Either over the top by climbing the cage wall or through the door. The winner must land both feet on the floor. Will newcomer Stoner get the win in a blaze of glory, or will Slaughterhouse veteran Sweet Alice be the one whose dreams come true tonight?
Stoner, with glazed eyes, is staring at the steel structure surrounding the ring. Sweet Alice surprises him with a roundhouse kick. The Dreamer starts hopping around the ring like a rabbit…LEG DROP!!!…..NO!!!! DROPKICK OF DOOM!!!! Stoner recovers and counters The Wonderlander’s attack. The Toker begins to climb the cage wall, but Alice catches up with him quickly….GUILLOTINED ON THE TOP ROPE!!!
It’s now The Dreamer’s turn to try and escape but as she’s halfway up the cage wall, she notices Stoner getting to his feet…MOONSAULT FROM THE CAGE!!!! WHAT A POP FOR THE DREAMER!!! Alice again hops around the ring….LEG DROP!!! TERRIBLY LATE!!!! CONNECTS!!!! Alice wants to get the hell out, this time she heads for the door. BIG MISTAKE!!! Stoner rushes her from behind…THE DREAMER FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL!!!!
Sweet Alice is busted open but there is no letting up….SPANKER DANKER PICKLE!!!!! The Dreamer is planted with the Edge-O-Matic!!! Stoner is kicking the door, he’s putting all his effort into booting the damn thing down but it will not budge. The Herbmaster gives up and decides to climb again.
Stoner has reached the top of the cage but Sweet Alice is right there with him. Now they are both standing on the scaffolding. KNIFE EDGE CHOP FROM STONER!!! SWEET ALICE RETORTS WITH A SLICING BLOW OF HER OWN!!! Stoner with a big kick to the gut, he’s got The Dreamer tied up…..ROACH CLIP!!!! ON THE TOP OF THE CAGE WALL!!!! Alice rolls off and plummets down, hitting the ropes and then flopping onto the ringmat.
Stoner is free to climb down the outside of the cage wall to victory!
What a match between Alice and Stoner!
Stoner rolls out of the ring as Alice won’t move. She’s frozen in fear again as multiple snakes come down the ramp with the colossal one leading the way!
“I thought you weren’t going to bite me.”
“I’m not but they might.”
The smaller snakes jump on top of Alice and with every strike, she is screaming in pain.
The crowd is confused about the screaming because they don’t see what Alice sees. They see Viper Roberts and his snake pit.
“You know girl, I wasn’t even going to bother you but that look in the hall you had ensured I was going to.”
Viper Roberts and his crew start stomping away. She sees every stomp as a bite and she is freaking out.
Pyre walks out with her guards to watch, she has to see what made Alice scream.
She’s watching with a confused smile. She thinks to herself.
“Viper Roberts? I thought she wasn’t afraid of people now but if this is her fear, I can use this to frighten her and get my way into a title match.”
Pyre rubs her hands together and smiles as she watches the beatdown on her biggest foe.
“Guards, watch how they do it. This is how we’re going to destroy her.”
Two members of the snake pit pull Alice up as Viper smiles.
He kicks her in the stomach and drops her with a DDT!
Ode to the snake!
She is out cold as Viper looks up at Pyre and the pit keeps stomping away on Alice.
Pyre talks to her guards.
“See the intensity they have, you need to have that with every interaction with her from now on.”
“No need to keep watching.”
The guards nod as they walk away with Pyre as Alice keeps getting destroyed.
“Soon it will be our turn.”
The Red Carpet.
Luke Storm stands on the red carpet, Scarlett on one side of him and Rachel on the other. She looks absolutely stunning in a flowing red gown and Luke, naturally, looks sharp in a Tuxedo with shimmering glasses.
They walk the carpet, waving and stopping for people to take pictures.
Just then, Edward Newton – The Riddler, walks up behind Rachel and claps his hands over her eyes.
They all turn gleefully, Scarlett the first to embrace him.
He looks how we first knew him, wearing a sharp Green suit with glasses.
“Uncle Eddie!” Scarlett bellows with excitement. “You made it!”
“Of course I did, kiddo. I wasn’t going to miss your father’s big premiere. I’m sorry I’m late but the class I was teaching ran a little over. You know what I say though?”
“Another teachable moment?” Luke chimes in with a chuckle.
The brothers embrace.
Suddenly, an explosion rocks the entire scene.
Debris begins flying in every which direction. Edward and Luke were still embracing at the time and suddenly, abruptly and painfully, Newton stops moving with a huff.
Luke looks at him – blood dribbling out of his mouth.
Then he hears a guttural scream.
It belongs to Scarlett.
He turns quickly to see Rachel down on the ground, bleeding out all over the floor.
The Dream Demon now stands opposite The Tempest.
“You,” Storm growls.
“Close your eyes, go to sleep and into your dreams I’ll creep…”
Luke rushes towards him, only The Sandman vanishes.
“My attention has been diverted long enough,” Luke complains. “Between the Williams, Level Up and Sigil – you’d be mistaken to think I’ve forgotten about my vengeance.”
The Sandman reappears behind him.
“And you’d be mistaken to think I’d forgotten about you, little Lucas,” The Dream Demon says with a laugh. “I just thought I’d stop by and interrupt one of your more pleasant dreams, just to let you know that I’m watching and waiting.”
Luke spins to face him once more.
“You’ve taken everything from me,” Storm barks.
“Not everything,” Sandman reminds him. “You’ve hidden your daughter very well.”
The Tempest smirks.
“I’ll see you at Lambs to the Slaughter, little lamb. In the meantime, dream a little dream of me, won’t you?”
Luke nods in agreement.
“I’ve dreamt of kicking your fuckin’ face off since Red Snow,” Luke replies. “I won’t stop until I do.”
The tag team championships are defended here tonight as the Forever Friends once again get a shot at that ten pounds of gold. Can they do the impossible and win the titles with their first victory here in OSW or will Blood Money Inc dash their dreams apart?
The bell sounds with Ultimo and CXDY in for their respective teams, CXDY trying for a quick victory with a high roundhouse that Ultimo ducks under, delivering a hard slap before leaping up, ENZIGURI! A nearly botched one but it clips CXDY in the jaw, staggering him backwards as Ultimo tags in Miles, who rushes in
BIG IN JAPAN! Miles nearly gets his head taken off by that massive Lariat but CXDY doesn’t cover, instead pulling Miles up to his feet before pelting him with slaps and chops, capping it off with a roundhouse to the skull that leaves Miles out on his feet. CXDY doesn’t finish the PERFECT Rush instead picking Miles up, NORTHERN LIGHTS INTO THE BRAINBUSTER INSTANT GODDAMN REPLAY!
CXDY gets to his feet, a shit eating grin etched on his face as he slaps the faltering Miles on the face condescendingly, backing up as he gets to his feet, looking for the end as he leaps up into the air, YOUR. FORETOLD…STRAWBERRY BASKET! Miles counters the 540 Roundhouse with a hard uppercut to the twig and berries!
CXDY stumbles in pain, holding his groin, getting to the ropes as Albert Shaw blind tags in, a tag that Miles doesn’t see as he rolls CXDY up into the Magical Hat. The crowd count to three but the referee saw the tag and knows CXDY isn’t the legal man. CXDY kicks his way out of the cradle, Miles stumbling forward, GBH! Miles nearly gets his head taken off from that huge running kick as Shaw delivers another one to Ultimo on the apron before covering the unconscious Miles for the 1…2…3!
Blood Money Inc retains their titles here tonight as Forever Friends came so close once more but the Guv’nor and the Gods Gift were far too much for them.
Following the tag match, the Forever Friends – Ultimo America, Magical Miles and Chunky Moses – all scurry through the backstage area, heading for the sanctuary of their dressing room.
Around them, a war wages on between light and dark, the angels and demons that plague the Slaughterhouse continuing their battle.
“We need to get back to the dressing room, at least in there we can defend the single entrance point,” Ultimo says, trying to sound as brave as he can whilst suggesting a strategy of hiding.
“I wish I really could close the door and make us disappear,” Miles shouts back.
“This is vewwy bad,” Chunky shouts, struggling to keep up with the other two.
Suddenly, he stops.
“Wait!” he yells to the other two Friends.
Sat on one of the flight cases containing OSW equipment, eyes slightly red, sits Stoner, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“What are you doing?” Chunky asks. “You might get weally hurt”
Stoner turns to look at him, not a care in the world, as a flailing limb of one of the entities whizzes past, inches from where they stand. Chunky ducks.
“Don’t you see it?” he asks, gesturing around them. “It’s so beautiful!”
“I know you like to get high,” Ultimo interjects, “but this is something else. This is a war. What’s beautiful about that?”
“Oh you’d be surprised, man, but there is beauty in everything. I find beauty in life and I also find beauty in death.”
The Friends look solemn even at the mention of the word, remembering Dewey.
“The trick that most people struggle with is when to move from one to the other.”
“Come on!” Ultimo yells, pulling Chunky and Miles towards their dressing room, and away from the chaos. “We don’t have time for this.”
Stoner raises his voice so they can hear him as they leave.
“You need to stop looking back at the horror in life and find the beauty in death, dudes! I have something that can help you with that!”
He turns to look back at the battle once more, just as content as when the Forever Friends first saw him.
We find Ash and Jessie Williams walking down a backstage hallway.
“You looked good out there, kid…” Ash begins, before Jessie cuts him off.
“…for a guy that’s been the Sandman’s prisoner for a month, right?” The Prince retorts, no love in his tone.
Ash shakes his head.
“I got you out.” Ash says, seemingly growing agitated.
Jessie stops, turning to face his dad.
“When Sandman took you, I burned down the world looking for you. I fought with everything I had to get you. I didn’t make a deal like…”
Ash cuts him.
“Like what?” He says, steel in his tone. “You got Matty killed trying to find me. That other guy, too. You burned the world down, alright.”
Jessie doesn’t back down, father and son squared up outside of a doorway.
“His name was Jimmy Sartyr.” Jessie says, pointing a finger at his dad. “And you spit on his, and Uncle Matty’s, graves by doing what you did.”
Ash swings the finger away, looking his son up and down.
“I thought I taught you better than that, kid. I know what I’m doing, and I won’t hear you sassing me like that. You don’t like it? Tough shit.”
The pair continue to argue as they begin moving again. As the Williams duo turns down a different hallway, we linger as none other than Albert Shaw emerges from the doorway, sweating from his match moments ago.
The Guv’nor raises an eyebrow at what he’s heard them talking about before walking down the hall with purpose.
Six of the very best in OSW go head to head here tonight. Can Storm and Banzan work together with the Collector for the sake of the Chief or will the world champion and the Crow gel with the Dream Demon?
The bell sounds as Corvus and Banzan start off for their teams. Corvus immediately trying for that Murder of Crows but he barely gets the throat thrust before Banzan retaliates with a stiff headbutt. The Crow is stunned by the larger man who tries for a quick Dukkha but Corvus slips out, CORVUS KICK! The Flash Kick stuns Banzan who stumbles back into his corner as Sigil tags himself in.
The Collector rushes at Corvus who tries for another Corvus Kick that meets only air as Sigil Cosmic Leaps right into a massive Finite across the Crow’s jaw that nearly knocks him out cold. The Crow is dazed as he’s forced over Sigil’s knee and shown the Long Road Ahead with a barrage of elbows to the face before a snap DDT spikes him into the mat. Sigil backs up, Corvus slowly pulling himself up by the ropes, the Collector looking for the finishing blow
BLIND TAG! Luke Storm tags himself in as Sigil just stares him down. Storm just shrugs, not noticing Voynich tagging himself in as well, the fresh man fired up and as the Tempest turns away from Sigil, he nearly gets his head taken off with a huge ISHTAR’S GATE! Voynich peels Storm off the mat, trying for the Monolith but Storm slips out, backing up slightly before returning the favor with a huge Lightning Strike.
Storm looks to follow up but suddenly he’s pulled out of the ring by his ankles by the Sandman who grips him around the neck with fearsome strength before nearly breaking him in half with a massive TO DUST! Inside the ring, Corvus tags back in right as Banzan rushes forward like a runaway train, MAGG…CORVUS DUCKS, MARKED FOR DEATH! Corvus hits that out of nowhere as he hooks the leg for the 1…2..3!
The team of Corvus, Voynich and the Sandman pick up the w here tonight, Corvus picking up a repeat if not completely legal victory over the Mountain once more as he continues to shine in the road to Pandemonium
The match may be over, but the excitement of that six man tag still lingers in the air.
Voynich grabs his World Championship belt from ringside before leaving to walk up the ramp. He stops at the bottom of the ramp, though, his eyes locked on the man now standing before him.
“Congrats on the Level Up win.” Voynich says. “Going to be a hell of a match.”
The Crow looks pointedly at the gold over the Champ’s shoulder.
“It must be tough,” Corvus begins. “To be the man everyone wants to take everything from. Surrounded by monsters on all sides, and all you have are your wits and a little bit of heart.”
“That’s all I need, Corvus. I knew what I was getting into when I came here, and I sure as hell know what to expect from you.”
“Do you?” Corvus replies. “If you did, you’d know that you’re on my time now.”
Voynich nods to his challenger, before walking up the ramp.
WHAM! CORVUS LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND KNOCKS OUT VOYNICH WITH A CRUSHING BLOW!
Corvus kneels over Voynich, so that he can speak softly to him.
“At any time, I could finish you. At any time, I could take what I want. You’ve been lucky that your foes need you lucid and alive to get what they want. But just know that I do not. Every breath you take, every move you make, it’s all because I allowed it. There will come a time when that allowance ends.”
Corvus leaves Voynich laid out on the ground, the threat ringing through the Champs ears.
Things have only gotten progressively worse inside the Slaughterhouse as the night goes on.
Angels and demons battling it out, a pillar of smoke making its way through the area in search of a victim, absolute chaos ensuing as the fire continues to burn.
Yet, through the fire and flames, one man stands out…a man on a mission.
A frustrated look is on the face of the Grave Digger as he roams the halls, searching for answers…and the Realm Walker he’s sure holds them.
As the battle lingers on in the background, Sorrow reaches a set of doors. One by one he opens them, and one by one his search for the Collector comes up short…until a voice calls to the Immortal from the distance.
“Seek and ye shall find.”
Darby turns to face the source of the voice, seeing only an open door at the end of the hallway. Darby charges toward it, throwing caution to the wind as he runs straight through…finding an open portal on the other side.
Darby is cautious at first, but decides that this is the opportunity he needs and practically dives through the portal…which immediately closes behind him.
After just a moment, we turn our attention elsewhere in the hall.
Off in the distance, we see a watchful Sigil look on with a knowing chuckle.
What has Darby Sorrow gotten himself into?
Can The Beast of Slaughter butcher these little Lambs, or will there be abattoir blues in the Gauntlet?
Redwing and Leif Helvig stand nose-to-neck, the latter sporting a 6-inch height advantage. At the sound of the bell, the vigilante takes the fight to the viking; forearms, knees, headbutts – the scrappy crimefighter wants to deliver justice! He kicks Leif’s leg out, grabs a side headlock, then points to the turnbuckle…
HE’S GUNNING FOR A RUNNING BULLDOG – THE KILLING JOKE! Wait—HELVIG DUMPS HIM OVER THE ROPES! Redwing splats into the wafer-thin floormats. Hati and Skoll corner him, their lips curling as they snarl. Thankfully, Leif whistles, and they obey, backing away. HE PLOWS STRAIGHT THROUGH REDWING! Leif peels him off the ground… HE RAMS HIS SPINE INTO THE STEEL TURNBUCKLE POST!
Picking Crimson Justice up by his cowl, The Beast of Slaughter JAVELINS him back into the ring! He glares at The Slaughterhouse crowd, as Crimson Justice slowly recovers. Leif rolls under the bottom rope… DARKNESS FALLS—HELVIG BLOCKS THE CURB STOMP! HOLY SHIT – REDWING IS INVOLUNTARILY BLACKFLIPPED… HE LANDS ON HIS FEET! GODWATCH – RIPCORD KNEE! Leif falls to one knee—
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT – RETURN TO ARKHAM!? HELVIG SANDBAGS IT! POWERING TO HIS FEET, HE SNATCES REDWING INTO A FALLAWAY SLAM – VALKYRIE KALLAR INTO THE FUCKING TURNBUCKLE! The Gotham detective writhes in agony. Leif stalks him as he bravely rises… HE SEVERS HIM IN HALF WITH THE FRIGÖRAAAA SPEAR! ONE… TWO… THREE!
The monster gets to his feet; The Judge is waiting for him! It’s Order’s turn to look down on Leif, boasting a 5-inch, 80-pound weight adv—HELVIG HUFFS HIM UP… FLATTENING HIM WITH AN APPROXIMATION OF A SPINEBUSTER! HOLY SHIT – THERE WAS ZERO HESITATION! Judge clambers to his feet. He cracks his neck. THE TWO TITANS SLAM INTO EACH OTHER!
Left, right, left, right – they exchange natural disaster blows… JUDGE GIVES HIS VERDICT! The Sparta kick sends Helvig backwards, into the ropes… FUCKING FRIGÖRA!? JUDGE SIDE-STEPS THE INSTINCTIVE SPEAR! LEIF GORES THE TURNBUCKLE – CRACK! GOOD GOD, WAS THAT HIS SKULL!? Leif slumps in the corner. Judge takes him onto his shoulders as he ascends the ropes…
PERFECT BALANCE! THE TOP-ROPE ELECTRIC CHAIR IS A SHOCK TO THE SYSTEM FOR LEIF HELVIG! ONE… KICKOUT!? The Judge, always stoic and reserved by nature, sits up and looks around in disbelief! He soldiers to his feet and signals that it’s time to finish this. Leif gets to his knees—JUDGE TRAPS HIS HEAD BETWEEN HIS THIGHS!
HE FLIPS HIM UP FOR THE POWERBOMB… RESTOR—HELVIG LEAPS DOWN! Judge wheels round—THE BEAST OF SLAUGHTER SINKS HIS TEETH INTO HIM! JUDGE’S PAST COMES BACK TO BITE HIM, AS HELVIG BITES HIS METALLIC FUCKING SKULL! Hati and Skoll gnash their jaws at ringside, as their master releases a stunned Judge, who staggers backwards… FRI-FREAKIN’-GÖRAAAAAA SPEAR! ONE… TWO… THREE!
The brute is crushing this! Before he can stand, however, The Painted Man, Rune, is already laying into him with frenzied blows! Spit, blood, and maybe even a tooth go flying, as the conspiracy theorist pushes Leif further and further back into the ropes. Helvig, however, ROCKS him with a breeze-block of a headbutt!
Sinking to his knees, Rune’s bloodied nose gushes all over his torn, white vest. He looks up to see LEIF SCREAMING WITH BLOODLUST, BEFORE HE CHARGES… DROP TOE-HOLD! THE DTH BRINGS HELVIG—AND THE VEIL—DOWN! The Glitch doesn’t relent, driving his elbows into the back of Leif’s head and neck. He floats over and grabs his leg…
Rune STRETCHES THE TRUTH with a grounded muffler, pressing down on Helvig’s leg and making his toes touch the back of his head! LEIF COULD BE IN TROUBLE HERE… The referee slides into action, asking him if he wants to throw in the towel—HE KICKS RUNE’S RIBS WITH HIS FREE LEG! The truther relinquishes the submission to nurse his abdomen.
Helvig takes a second longer to rise, allowing Rune to jump into the LEAPING REVERSE BULLDOG – TEAR THE VEIL! LEIF, HOWEVER, SANDBAGS IT! He throws Rune off, sending him through the ropes… NO HE DOESN’T! RUNE REBOUNDS WITH THE WOKE PENDULUM LARI—FRIGÖRAAA OUTTA NOWHERE! THE SPEAR EVISCERATES THE LARIAT! Leif drags him centre-ring. ONE… TWO… THREE!
Helvig is three for three – can he score a clean sweep!? As always, Simon is one step ahead: no sooner does Leif stand up, than The Taskmaster fells him with a Russian leg sweep! Looking to capitalise on Rune’s handiwork, he grabs hold of the beastmaster’s legs—HELVIG BOOTS HIM AWAY!
Simon rushes to a vertical basis… FRIG—CRUCIFIX! The intellect sees the spear coming, and counters with a surprise pinfall. ONE… TWO… THR—KICKOUT! HE ALMOST HAD HIM! Leif shoots back up, and he is pissed! Simon, however, baseball slides through his legs, to the outside! He reaches over the barricades, retrieving his equalizer—a chair—from the bleachers!
Unsurprisingly, the official grabs hold of the foreign object upon Simon’s reentry. The two go back and forth, as Helvig approaches. SIMON LETS GO—THE REFEREE IS LEFT HOLDING IT—A SPINNING BACKFIST CLATTERS THE CHAIR, AND HELVIG’S CRANIUM! THE GAMBIT PAYS OFF! Leif is seeing stars, as the official holds his hands on his head at what’s happened—
SIMON SWEEPS A DAZED AND CONFUSED LEIF’S LEGS! HE SPINS AROUND, GOING FOR THE FIGURE FOUR… CHECKMA—NO! The Beast of Slaughter palms Simon’s masked face, pulling him in – HEADBUTT, HEADBUTT, HEADBUTT! Simon breaks his grip, stumbling back. Leif limps to his feet—FRIGÖRA, FRIGÖRA, FRIGÖRA! BY GOD, HE JUST TURNED SIMON INSIDE-OUT! ONE… TWO… THREE!
Leif Helvig has conquered all four men – he has beaten the Gauntlet!
Sat in the locker room, we find Mister Andy. He’s got a little station set up in the corner, painting on some sort of toy. He’s a man at peace, all alone.
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys?” A voice calls. “Maybe I can set up a playdate with my kids.”
Andy looks up at him and shakes his head.
“Leave me be.” He says, going back to his work.
CXDY walks over to stand behind Andy.
“Maybe the bat freak is right. Maybe there’s a monster just waiting to come out. You know, I think you’d…”
Andy stands his feet, staring down at CXDY.
“I said to leave me be.”
The Reflection of Perfection grins, pushing Andy back…
…knocking over his painting station, the toy he was painting ruined.
Andy rushes CXDY with a burst of fury, knocking him in the lockers nearby. Before CXDY can feel his fury though, Andy gets pulled off of him.
Albert Shaw is here.
CXDY comes from behind with a chop block, taking Mister Andy down to a knee. The pair tee off on him over and over.
“I been looking for you.” Shaw says to CXDY.
“Yeah.” Albert continues. “Those two Williams assholes were talking about making a deal with somebody.”
CXDY kicks Andy down to the ground.
“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’, Albie?”
“Fuck knows, but let’s end this asshole and go get a pint.” Albie replies.
They turn to Andy with cruel intentions but the room floods with smoke. A dark form moves within it, and we hear the sounds of BMI getting their ass kicked.
When the smoke finally clears, CXDY and Shaw are sat on the ground, having been taken down. Mister Andy is nowhere to be found.
“Redwing.” CXDY pants.
“We handle this ourselves.”
Deathnote is in his locker room, a brutal looking mask in hand. The mouth of the mask has a set of rods as if to prevent the wearer of speaking. Deathnote looks it over carefully.
“Simon says freeze!”
Deathnote freezes in place, a glare on his eyes as the owner of the voice walks in.
“What do you have there, Deathnote? Simon says hand it over.”
Deathnote unwillingly hands the mask over to Simon, the grimace on his face grows as he tries to resist the commands given to him.
“Come on, now. You should know you can’t resist me. This is a nasty looking mask. Befitting a Shinigami, like yourself. I know what you want to do with this mask. I think it will be a fun game to play, so I will let you keep it.”
“You’ll regret that, Simon.”
“Simon says don’t speak.”
Deathnote’s mouth immediately shuts as Simon places the mask back down beside the Shinigami.
“So much power and yet you can’t even do anything to stop me. Some god you are.”
Simon walks around, he spots the notebook and scoffs.
“This little game of ours has gone on for a very long time. Yet, it doesn’t feel like we’ve even truly begun. So, Deathnote. Let the games begin.”
Simon walks out of the room as Deathnote collapses to a knee after being freed and glares towards the door.
“You will come to regret this, Simon. Death has a long memory, and I’ll make sure you suffer before the New God.”
Which of these competitors will leave Hell’s Kitchen when they can’t take the heat!?
The heat is on in this non-title bout, as six-feet-tall flames surround the ring! Pyre immediately grabs the unaugmented arm of the VHS Champion, Zero. She drags him towards the ropes, but the hacker snatches her wrist with his opposing, metallic limb, and twists it – HE’S GOING TO SNAP HER ARM! The Fire Witch, however, cartwheels her way free!
Zero pursues her—A DROPKICK HAS HIM T-T-TEETERING BY THE FIRE! His legs aren’t modified, but they still get him out of harm’s way. Pyre leaps up… HURRICANRANA! Out of the frying pan, into the fire, as Zero spirals towards the inferno. A PURPLE DREADLOCK SMOULDERS atop his head, as he narrowly escapes!
All That Remains looks to the corner; she can’t perform the top-rope Dancing Flames, as her gear will catch light… Kicking Zero in the gut, she settles for a grounded variant! DANCING FLA—THE BIONIC ARM BLOCKS THE CORKSCREW STUNNER… CPU DRIVER – THE BURNING HAMMEEERRRR! Zero-1-0 drags her carcass to the ropes, shielding his own face as he draws closer—
PYRE HAS AN AWAKENING, AS SHE GOES FOR A SURPRISE DRAGON SLEEPER! Zero, however, hits a SNAPMARE! THE QUEEN OF FLAMES BARRELS INTO HER ELEMENT… SHE ROLLS AWAY AT THE LAST SECOND! Returning to her feet, she guns it towards Zero… DANCING FLA—ZERO COUNTERS HER STUNNER WITH HIS OWN – THE PUNK CITY KILLER! LANDING SPREAD-EAGLED, PYRE’S JACKET CATCHES ABLAZE!
Zero bypasses the firewall, Pyre!
Smoke and flames billow into the air as Banzan rushes towards the scene in an utter panic. His calm having long left him. He tries to approach, only ten monks step in to stop him.
“What’s happened?” He demands to know, peering around them to see the Tree’s on fire.
“Someone entered Prayang and set fire to the eternal banyan trees.”
That drops Banzan to his knees.
“Brother, Buddha brought the energy of Prayaga Raj here. He planted the seed of our first eternal banyan tree and we’ve taken seeds from it and planted them for generations. Rise, it will be okay.”
They help The Mountain back to his feet, tears in his eyes.
“I fear I have let you down” he says with anguish. “I know who committed this atrocity and it’s my fault.”
The monks step backwards in shock.
“A man, nay a monster, assaulted me viciously. I couldn’t and didn’t understand why at first. Our Gods have perished and whilst we pray they return…”
The monk cuts him off.
“Forgive,” he pleads. “Forgive him for he knows not what he does. Do not carry hatred in your heart, Banzan. The eternal tree is eternal. Whether planted in the ground for hundreds of years or mere minutes, it will continue to exist. Once the fire has ceased and the smoke has cleared, we will clear the earth and start once again.”
Banzan and the monk put their heads together.
“Thank you, brother,” Banzan says.
As the camera pans away, we get a look at the eyes of The Mountain – who despite what he says, has a fire in reflection burning from ahead.
It’s Double Features Champion versus Rewind Champion in a battle between two of OSW’s most wicked competitors: one who can write the demise of any with a few strokes of his own pen, while the mouth of the Viper has more venom than most can handle. Will the Shinigami write his own destiny tonight, or will it be The Head Snake who slithers away from the Viper Pit?
The Author of Death gets the bout underway, attacking Viper Roberts as he’s handing his Double Features Championship to the match official. Pounding, clubbing blows to the back of the shoulders from Deathnote but the Head Snake recoils on the mat and slithers away from trouble. The God of the New World is in hot pursuit and he’s caught by a jab from Viper, and another. As deft and accurate as the bite of a cottonmouth Deathnote shakes them off but Viper jams a thumb in an eye of The Scrivener.
The Cult Leader takes roughly Deathnote into a head clinch..
KNIFE EDGE CHOP TO THE CHEST!!!
HEADBUTT TO THE THROAT!!!
The Author of Death drops to the mat after that trio of strikes. The Viper slithers around his prey, seizing Deathnote in a sitting sleeper hold, the Head Snake begins to constrict and squeeze the oxygen out of The Scribe.
The God of the New World pushes up to a standing position though and runs backwards into a turnbuckle. Viper takes the impact but he coils his legs around the body of The Penman like a boa constrictor, dragging The Book-keeper down to the mat again, increasing the pressure of his squeeze.
It’s not a long time before The Scribbler goes limp and The Head Snake releases and wriggles from under Deathnote. The Author of Death appears to be unconscious, or damn near it anyway. The problem for The Viper is getting The Writer’s limp body out of the ring into the surrounding pit of serpents.
The Slitherer has something different in mind. He unbuckles his belt and pulls it loose from around his waist.
TANNIN’ THE HIDE!!!!
A blow with the belt jolts Deathnote back into motion. The Viper unleashes a barrage of flagellation with the leather strap.
Deathnote squirms away into a corner, his bodysuit saving his skin from some nasty welts but the pain of that fearsome flogging was very real.
BUT VIPER IS NOT DONE!!!
THE HEAD SNAKE IS CHOKING THE AUTHOR DEATH WITH THE BELT!!!!
KNEE TO THE NUTSACK!!!
THE SERPENT SLUMPS IN PAIN!!!
Deathnote climbs to the second rope…
FLYING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE SMASH!!!
The Scribe grabs Viper by the head and runs him face first into the nearest turnbuckle. Deathnote mounts The Head Snake…
TEN MOUNTED CORNER PUNCHES!!!!
The Serpent wobbles out of the corner, his eyes spinning in his head like a Las Vegas slot machine. Deathnote lifts Viper into a reverse fireman’s carry…
OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!
VIPER LANDS ON THE RING APRON!!!
RUNNING CLOTHESLINE TO FINISH THIS…
COUNTERS WITH A SHOULDER THRUST THROUGH THE ROPES!!!
The Snake is back inside the ring and lays three hard overhand slaps on The Litterateur, then grabbing Deathnote by the head tries to toss him over the top rope but The Author grabs the ropes and holds on. Viper tries to get under Deathnote, lifting his legs to force him over the top but The Scribbler wraps his legs around the top rope.
VIPER STARTS BITING…
THE SERPENT IS FANGING THE HANDS OF THE SCRIBE!!!!
Deathnote is forced to let go of the rope but as he drops to the ring apron, he swings out a leg and it connects with Viper. The Snake spins away holding his face, Deathnote quickly rolls under the bottom rope and chops The Head Snake’s legs from under him.
DEATHNOTE IS HEADING TO THE TOP ROPE!!!
KISS OF DEATH!!!
THE FLYING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!!!
VIPER COUNTERS WITH A SPRAY OF VENOM!!!!
DEATHNOTE IS BLINDED!!!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!!!!
THE SHINIGAMI SPIKED SICKENINGLY BY THE DDT!!!!
Viper slithers up to The God of the New World and hoists Deathnote over his shoulders, the Viper slowly carrying his foe towards the ropes.
DEATHNOTE SLIDES VIPER INTO AN INVERTED FACELOCK!!!
HAULS THE SERPENT ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!!!
VIPER TAKES THE KNEE TO THE FACE!!!!
BUT THE SERPENT IS STILL UPRIGHT!!!!
TURN THE PAGE!!!!
SWINGING REVERSE STO!!!!
THE VIPER HAS BEEN DECIMATED!!!!
Deathnote grabs Viper by one of his ankles and begins to drag him towards the edge of the ring. The Author gets there and he’s about to roll The Serpent out when the snakes in the pit near them BEGIN TO RISE AND SPIT WITH ANGER, SNAPPING THEIR JAWS AND BITING AT THE RING APRON. It’s a scene that forces Deathnote to take a few steps back into the middle of the ring.
Roberts slowly rises back to his feet, allowing a couple of the snakes to coil themselves around his arms. For someone who can literally sign another person’s death, The Shinigami looks totally freaked out.
THE HEAD SNAKE TOSSES ONE OF THE VIPERS AT DEATHNOTE!
THE SCRIBE BATS IT AWAY!!!
HERE COMES THE SECOND!!!
IT SINKS ITS FANGS INTO THE SHINIGAMI’S SHOULDER!!!
DEATHNOTE YANKS THE SERPENT OUT AND LITERALLY TEARS IT IN TWO!!!
BUT VIPER ROBERTS NAILS HIM WITH FACEBREAKER KNEE SMASH!!!
ROBERTS OFF THE ROPES!!!
HIGH KNEE TO THE SKULL OF THE SHINIGAMI!!!
SHADES OF HARLEY RACE!!!
Deathnote backs onto the ropes…
OVER THE TOP BY THE VIPER!!!!
BUT DEATHNOTE IS HOLDING ON!!!
THE AUTHOR’S FEET ARE ON THE APRON…
…HE’S HOLDING ON TO THE TOP ROPE WITH TWO FINGERS!!!
VIPER WITH A HAYMAKER!!!!
SWING AND A MISS!!!
ON THE TOP ROPE FROM DEATHNOTE TO ROBERTS!!!
Deathnote tries to get back into the ring…but he can’t move his legs!!!
HE’S GOT SERPENTS COILED AROUND HIS LEGS!!!
THEY ARE LINKED TOGETHER AND TRYING TO DRAG THE Shinigami INTO THE PIT!!!!
While Deathnote tries to fight off the snakes, Roberts blindsides him…
ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE!!!!
The Shinigami is left draped over the rope. The Viper aims a soccer style kick to The Author’s head…
BUT DEATHNOTE FLOPS ONTO THE APRON!!!
AND ROLLS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
Roberts immediately sets upon The Author, repeated knee drops from The Head Snake. Deathnote is hauled back to a vertical base and takes a stinging chop to the chest. Viper tries another but Deathnote…
AND TOSSES THE VIPER OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!!
DEATHNOTE HAS DONE IT!!!
OR HAS HE?
THE VIPER IS CLINGING ON TO THE TOP ROPE
AND SKINS THE CAT BACK INTO THE RING!!!
BICYCLE KICK FROM DEATHNOTE!!!!
DEATHNOTE STRADDLES THE TOP ROPE!!!
The Head Snake lands a headbutt on The Shinigami
HE’S T-T-T-T-TEETERING ON THE ROPE!
DEATHNOTE TUMBLES OVER
BUT HE’S HANGING THERE!!!
A LEG TIED UP IN THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPE!!!!
Viper loosens his belt again.
HE’S TANNIN’ THAT HIDE AGAIN!!!
BATTERING THE SHIT OUT OF THE TRAPPED SHINIGAMI!!!
The leather belt is in tatters by the time Viper has finished his assault, he works on The Author’s foot…
RELEASING IT FROM THE ROPES
BUT THE SCRIBE LANDS SAFELY ON THE RING APRON!!!!
The Head Snake uses the ropes for some momentum but as he charges towards Deathnote, the Shinigami rises
SLINGSHOT OVER THE TOP ROPE
FLYING KNEE TO VIPER!!!
The Author lifts Viper up, and leads him to a corner, sitting The Head Snake on the top turnbuckle. The Shinigami climbs up with him and
LIFTS VIPER ONTO HIS SHOULDERS INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY.
WTF IS THE SCRIBE GONNA DO WITH THE SERPENT?
VIPER SLIDES OFF AND BOTH MEN ARE STANDING ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
THEY EXCHANGE HARD RIGHTS
THEY ARE T-T-T-TEETERING!!!!
DEATHNOTE GRABS VIPER BY THE THROAT
LIFTS THE HEAD SNAKE INTO THE AIR
AND THROWS HIM DOWN
INTO THE PIT OF SERPENTS!!!
The God of the New World remains on the top turnbuckle, his arm raised in victory as The Viper is immersed by his own kind!
The Fuezera Academy.Lee Crowley stands in front of a mirror, tears in his eyes. He’s dressed in a sharp suit and stands over a running facet, preparing to wash his face.
He’s alone and he’s never felt more so.
He grabs a handful of water and splashes it on his face, grabbing a nearby towel and looking up towards the mirror.
Only what stares back at him, isn’t Lee Crowley.
It’s The King of The Underworld, crown of thorns included.
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Alt Crowley almost mocks. “That funeral was depressing, wasn’t it? There’s no such thing as happy endings, you know.”
“What do you want?” Lee asks.
“I want what I’ve always wanted; I want you,” Alt replies. “C’mon, you’ve surely felt it, haven’t you? We’re attached, you and I.”
Lee shakes his head.
“I’ve changed,” he asserts, refusing. “I’m not the man I once was.”
“You’re a fucking KING,” Alt shouts in reply. “Your power may have left but you once sat on the throne. That doesn’t ever leave your soul. You’ve been fighting it to be normal, but that’s the last thing you are.”
“What the fuck do you want?” Crowley screams, slamming his fist into the mirror. It shatters, blood dripping down the broken glass.
“I want you to say yes to me. I want you to let me in, Lee. I can’t walk this Earth but I have an attachment to you – that’s how I can reach out to you now. If you allow me to enter your vessel and share it, we can become one ruler. We can rule the Underworld together and both have free transit between realms.”
“Why would you want to come here?” Crowley asks. “Why would I let you in?”
The Alt Crowley looks deep into the glass, somehow appearing closer.
“Because we’re at war with Heaven and this Earth isn’t suited to you, Lee. You know that. You’re a warrior, a fighter, a man of great power and this world has made you a lamb. Come and rule the afterlife with me. Come be a shephard again.”
Lee looks down into the sink, debating it.
“Yes,” he mutters.
Suddenly a black light envelops the screen, turning everything to darkness.
When we come back, Lee Crowley now stands with a crown of thorns upon his head.
“I can feel you in here, Lucifer,” he growls. “I’ve never felt so powerful.”