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EPISODE #234 – “PICTURE PERFECT”

 

 


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DOWN THE DRAIN

Click.

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

Previously Recorded.

Drip.

Drip.

“Take off the mask, Andy.”

Redwing is stood in a dark room, illuminated by a single spotlight. Below him, Mister Andy is on his knees, over a drain. He looks bruised and battered.

Redwing doesn’t care.

“Let SeeSaw come out to play.” Redwing growls. “Stop hiding behind toys and seizures.”

“I’m not hiding behind anything.” Andy spits in return. “I am who I am.”

The Red Knight is unshaken, kneeling down to look Andy in the eyes.

“You can wear the mask, but you can’t hide from what you did.” Redwing threatens.

“That’s what you did!” Andy shrieks. “You wear that mask and act a hero, but you take it off and burn down buildings.”

Redwing pauses, some of the fog of war clearing as he stands to his feet.

“I didn’t burn down any buildings.”

Andy spits out a thimbleful of blood.

“You burned down my shop.” He replies, his voice steel.

The Red Knight takes that in, shaking his head.

“No.” He growls. “I didn’t burn anything down.”

“Liar!” Andy roars, his strength returning. “You called me Pinocchio and burned it all down. Because of what you found at…”

Redwing stops in his tracks, as Andy trails off, unable to say it. Crimson Justice doesn’t comment any further, leaving the dark room.

As the door shuts behind him, he is now standing in a well-lit hallway. As he walks down the hall, his butler Arnold approaches.

“Master William…” He begins, but Redwing holds up a hand.

“Arnold, I need the results from the anaylsis on the files I brought back from the Asylum.” He looks back towards the door he exited from. “I fear I was so focused on my family that I missed something. Something vital.”

Arnold nods, looking towards the door as well.

“What about your prisoner.”

Redwing shakes his head.

“He wasn’t a prisoner. I was interrogating him. Whatever remains of SeeSaw is carefully hidden away, I am confident of that now. I don’t believe it’s intentional, either.”

The Red Knight sighs.

“Release him.”

“Sir, but he would know…” Arnold begins.

“He already knows who I am.” Kirby responds. “It’s all on the table now.”

He pauses.

“Well, not entirely. I need those files, Arnold. As soon as they’re ready.”

Cut.

 

 


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STANDARD MATCH
LEAH LINCOLN vs. MISTER ANDY

Mister Andy’s Toy Emporium went down in flames last week, but will Leah Lincoln have The Toymaker drowning in flames himself tonight?

The size differential is noticeable as The Toymaker towers over The Swamp Witch. Lincoln doesn’t stand still on the fact though, baseball sliding through Andy’s legs, she drops him to one knee with a chop block, then a neckbreaker drops The Toymaker and Leah covers…ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Leah lifts Andy and tries to Irish whip him but it’s countered…SAMOAN DROP AND MOUNTED JABS!!! JACK ATTACK ON LINCOLN!!!!

Mister Andy climbs to the top rope and begins to flap his arms…FLIGHT OF THE ORNI-….NO!!!! The Witch pulls on the top rope and The Toymaker saddles the top turnbuckle. Leah leaps up….VOODOO DROP!!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! The Swamp Witch takes hold of Andy’s legs and tries to tie him up in the DEVIL’S PLAYGROUND!!! But Andy grabs the bottom rope and a rope break is enforced.

They get to their feet at the same time but Andy is quickest off the mark….GORE!!! Leah lifted and slammed…SPINEBUSTER!!! SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST! This should end it…ONE! TWO! THRE-NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!

Andy peels Leah off the mat….EYE RAKE!!! DROWNING IN FIRE!!! NO!!! Andy ducks and lifts The Swamp Witch onto his shoulders….THE BIG WHEEL CONNECTS!!! ONE…TWO…THREEEE!!!!

The Toymaker douses the flames of this Witch tonight!

WINNER: MISTER ANDY

 

 


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A SOLEMN PRIZE

Weeping.

The sound of a broken heart sound off through an empty graveyard. Everything is silent, no wind or signs of life for miles.

Only the outline of a shadow across a gravestone. The last name ‘Rook’ can be made out etched onto the stone. Tear drops splatter across the headstone.

“I should have put down the gun. I should never have put you in that situation… It’s all my fault, isn’t it?”

The Reaper.

No.

Adam Rook.

Looking more human than we’ve ever seen him, Adam wipes the tears from his eyes as hears a door open and close behind him, his face contorting into a look of pure rage! He stands up, looking behind himself at the intruder.

Monty Straight.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Straight just readjusts his tie and gives his signature smirk.

“Oh, simply checking the prize your wife got. Rather bittersweet, but I suppose it’s better than a husband who can’t eat… or think.”

Reaper approaches Monty but the show host doesn’t even budge.

“Really? In a graveyard? I’d like to think we’re above that, aren’t we?”

“Oh yeah? I think it’s the perfect place since I’m going to put you in the fuckin’ ground!”

THE REAPER PULLS A PISTOL FROM HIS POCKET AND OPENS FIRE ON MONTY! STRAIGHT NEARLY AVOIDS IT AS HE DISAPPEARS BEHIND THE DOOR HE USED TO COME HERE!

The entryway disappears as it’s peppered with holes, leaving no trace Monty had ever been there!

Reaper growls as he reloads, turning back to the grave one last time as he begins to leave.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Cut.

 

 


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STANDARD MATCH
CXDY vs. CAPTAIN JACK SILVER

Can The Captain weather the perfect storm, or will CXDY manufacture another Perfect Ending?

The Reflection is straight outta the blocks, unloading a flurry on rights and left on the pirate. CXDY wants blood tonight…any kind of blood. With Silver on the backfoot after those strikes…ROUNDHOUSE KICK by CXDY….DUCKED!!! The Captain doubles The Perfect One with a body shot and then….MAN OVERBOARD!!!! CXDY is suplexed to the outside!!!

As CXDY drags himself off the concrete, Silver lets fly with a top rope crossbody. God’s Gift catches The Scourge though and runs him back first into a steel post. Silver spins away clutching his back….BIG IN JAPAN!!!! CXDY flattens The Captain with a running lariat!!!

CXDY drags Silver off the concrete. Grabbing the pirate by the hair, the BMI member tries to slam Silver face first into the ring steps but the captain gets his hands down to block then counters with a mule kick. CXDY drops to the floor and Silver unloads seven stomps to the body, then a curb stomp….PIECES OF EIGHT!!! NO! CXDY rolls out of harm’s way and gets into the ring.

The Captain follows and CXDY tries to surprise him with a 540 roundhouse kick….YOUR FORETOLD DESTINY….MISSES!!! Silver springboards off the ropes and lands BLOW THE MAN DOWN!!!! ONE….TWO….THREEEE!!!

Captain Silver sends CXDY into the depths of The Locker!

WINNER: CAPTAIN JACK SILVER

 

 


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PEACE WITHIN REASON

Backstage.

The camera follows Rune as he scurries through the back corridors of the Slaughterhouse. As he flashes glances over his shoulder, it’s almost like we’re the ones following him. But soon, he comes to a stop by some stacked up pallets, and the camera swings around to show nobody behind him.

Carefully, he pushes the pallets to one side and loosens a section of the wall, which we only now notice is hinged. Behind the hinged flap of wall is a vault door, which Rune spins open and slinks inside.

Once inside, he spins the vault door closed again, a weight almost visibly lifting from his shoulders.

Until he turns around.

“Hello, Rune”, says Darklord.

Rune almost jumps out of his skin. We’re in the room that Rune filmed his video in last week.

“The aliens are here after all, Rune,” Darklord begins. “But I am just like you humans in that I don’t take kindly to my name being subjected to false accusations.”

Rune starts to speak but Darklord interrupts.

“I have no wish to take over your Earth, despite what your telecommunications devices might tell you. I want to go home. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

Darklord spins the vault door back open with ease as Rune backs up against the opposite wall.

“As your movies might say, ‘I come in peace’ “, Darklord says, leaving the reinforced room. He freezes and pops his head back into the room.

“Peace, within reason, of course,” he states, matter-of-factly. “Leave me be and you’ll be granted the same courtesy.”

Cut.

 

 


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RETURN

After The ShowTwo card guards, a two and five of hearts, are standing by a deep hole. Everything is completely still except for their eyes.

A knife flies towards them! It’s a direct hit on the five of hearts! It pierces the center heart and he collapses!

The two is looking around frantically!

Thwack!

It’s Sweet Alice and she hits the card in the leg with her storybook! He falls to a knee! She is standing over him!

“Where is she?”

She says in a voice so sweet it’s terrifying.

He nervously shakes his head no.

“I’m not going to ask any nicer. Now I’m going to turn these pages and every page turn will be another hit until you tell me. Understand?”

She opens the book and flips a page.

“One.”

Thwack! Another shot to the knee!

“Two.”

Thwack! Another!

She quickens the pace!

“Three. Four. Five.”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.”

“Good, I was starting to get bored.”

“She’s on her way to her sister’s castle.”

“She thinks I’ll be there. Thank you. Sorry about your knee.”

Alice jumps down the hole.

Pyre is waiting on her portable throne.

Alice is surprised and Pyre cackles.

“Knew you would break your promise.”

“You broke yours first.”

“Did I? Guards! Bring him here!”

They have the Hatter in their grasp.

“I didn’t hurt him but you returned, now I get to do to you what I did to him in that nasty dream of yours.”

“That’s not fair, you tricked me.”

“When the fuck did I play fair?”

Bam!

A cheap shot to the back of Alice’s head by the Red Knight!

He hits her with the hilt of his lance and she collapses in a heap.

“Take her back to the world she hates as I need to start preparing for a grand occasion.”

“At Dead Pixels, the OSW faithful are going to see why it’s called The Slaughterhouse.”

Cut.

 

 


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STANDARD MATCH
ALBERT SHAW vs. REDWING

The Guv’nor fresh off his tag title loss should want fresh blood but an OSW veteran hero like Redwing might be more then he can chew. Can Shaw take his lump of flesh or will Redwing put down another villain?

The bell sounds as both men rush forward, fists and limbs flying in a brawling exchange that the bigger Shaw gets the better of, backing Redwing up into the ropes as he sends him flying. Shaw tries for a clothesline that Redwing ducks, bouncing off the ropes with a running knee to the jaw that stuns Shaw before he grips him in a bulldog position.

Redwing runs forward, trying for the Killing Joke but Shaw slips out, driving Redwing’s head into the steel post in one fluid motion. The Red Knight is stunned as Shaw mounts him in the corner, driving elbow after elbow into his skull as he shows why Snitches Get Stitches. Redwing stumbles out right into the grip of Shaw who nearly drives him through the mat with an almighty Spinebuster, rolling through for the cover.

ONE…TWO…REDWING GETS THE SHOULDER UP! Shaw pulls Redwing up to his feet but gets a jawbreaker for his troubles as Redwing double underhooks Shaw, driving him into the mat with RETURN TO ARKHAM! Shaw slowly gets to his feet, holding his jaw in pain as he’s grabbed from behind, GODWATCH!

The Ripcord Knee stuns Shaw, sending him down to one knee as Redwing bounces off the ropes, right into the GBH! Shaw hits the Claymore out of nowhere, Redwing is knocked out cold as Shaw hooks the leg for the ONE…TWO…THREE!!!

The Guv’nor picks up the huge victory over OSW’s resident superhero, continuing his huge rise in the OSW singles ranks here tonight.

WINNER: ALBERT SHAW

 

 


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IN THE SHADOWS

We open to a whooshing sound as a portal opens and Sigil steps through into a darkened room. Concrete walls, no windows. The type of space that people enter when they don’t want to be found.

To whom he speaks, we cannot see, but there is a presence in the darkness to which Sigil addresses.

“I see you got my message.”

The light hits in a way to cause a lens flare so that we can see Sigil, but the second figure is obscured. They do not respond, they do not move, but we can see the vague outline of them.

“I require your services. Assistance that will help me take down DOA once and for all. An alliance, of sorts. In the shadows, but when the moment is right… DOA falls.”

No response from the figure, but Sigil motions towards his satchel.

“Of course, you will be compensated. Anything at all from my collection, you can have it. You name your price and we together will take them down. What do you say?”

A shadowy hand extends, one that we can only see the silhouette of. The handshake is seen only in shadows, but it is unmistakable.

“Very well. When the time is right…”

Lens Flare – a portal opens.

Sigil steps inside and is gone.

Leaving nothing but darkness behind him and a figure still standing in the shadows.

Unseen.

Cut.

 

 


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TAG TEAM MATCH
VIPER ROBERTS & TWO-FACE vs. THE REAPER & MONTY STRAIGHT

Two curious pairings collide as Viper Roberts teams with Two-Face to take on The Reaper and Monty Straight!

Viper and Reaper start things off with some hard hitting lefts and rights, each looking for a clear advantage over the other until the Head Snake connects with some solid hits to the midsection. This give Viper the upper hand as Reaper is sent into the corner in the process…

…and Viper makes a tag to Two-Face! They look eager to make a statement as they make good use of the opening, laying into Reaper with a few solid kicks for good measure before bringing him down with a neckbreaker. Two-Face goes for a cover, but The Reaper kicks out!

Two-Face looks to keep the momentum going, but Reaper gets a tag to Monty instead, and the host goes hold for hold with Two-Face, taking them back into their own corner…but Viper Roberts gets a tag off the back of this! Roberts charges at Straight, who ducks a clothesline attempt!

NECKBREAKER BY MONTY! Roberts goes down, and Straight goes after the Head Snake with some kicks. Two-Face runs in, sending Straight out of the ring…Reaper tags in sending Two-Face out as well! Reaper goes after the Viper…WHO GETS HIM WITH THE SNAKE BITE! ROBERTS GETS THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE!

Viper Roberts and Two-Face pick up a win tonight, showing some solid chemistry in the process!

WINNERS: VIPER ROBERTS & TWO-FACE

 

 


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…FOR THIS IS THE LAW

Shortly after the match is over, Reaper and Monty have left the ring…but Viper and Two-Face remain, and they’re on the hunt.

“He’s gotta be here somewhere. He always seems to follow those two around.”

Recognizing the connection, Two-Face nods in agreement as the pair leave the ring to begin their search…but a glint from a familiar set of armor grabs their attention, for their target has come to them.

The Judge.

“You!”

Two-Face snarls, but is briefly stopped by Roberts as Judge tilts his head as though confused.

“We’ve been looking for you. We figured you’d be hovering around here somewhere, and we need to talk.”

Two-Face is quick to chime back in at this stage, that look of anger never leaving their gaze.

“We think you know who’s after us, and we want answers.”

After a moment’s hesitation, however, The Judge only responds to this by slowly shaking his head…a response that doesn’t sit well with the pair.

“How dare you! Don’t try to play coy with us, you–”

Judge cuts his accusers off.

“The answers you seek, I cannot give you. I am bound by the need for balance, and that balance has not been restored…for this is the law.

And just as quickly as he came, The Judge disappears…leaving a visibly angry Two-Face with an equally frustrated Roberts.

“There’s more to it with him, I’m sure…there always is.”

Viper leaves this last statement of reassurance as they make their exit, still eager for answers.

Cut.

 

 


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VHS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
ZERO (c) vs. SWEET ALICE

Sweet Alice may have lost Wonderland but can she gain some OSW gold tonight?

DING! DING! Sweet Alice’s challenge for Zero’s strap begins with a collar-elbow tie-up, in which the hacker’s augmented arm allows him to gain the advantage. He twists The Dreamer into a hammerlock, spins her out into an arm wrench and FIREWALL!!! Zero floors Alice with the clothesline.

No cover from the champ, he peels Alice off the mat and lands a bionic backhand chop. Zero hits the ropes…COUNTER!!! The Dreamer nails a dropkick to the chest. Zero is quickly back to his feet but Alice connects with a step-up shining wizard. Cover…ONE….TWO…TH-KICKOUT!!!

Zero pushes himself up but The Dreamer is still on the front foot. Snapmare to the champ, kick to the back of the head and now Alice is hopping around the ring…goes airborne…AND CONNECTS WITH THE LEG DROP!!!! TERRIBLY LATE….ONE….TWO…NEW CHAMP-NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!

Zero rolls out of the ring. Alice through the ropes…SUICIDE DIVE!!! NO!!! ZERO CAUGHT HER MID-AIR WITH HIS BIONIC HAND….ABSOLUTE ZERO!!! ON THE CONCRETE!!! Zero rolls Alice into the ring…ONE…TWO…THREE…KICKOUT!!! Zero pulls Alice up…kick to the gut…COUNTERED…Zero is spun….DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE! NO!!! COUNTERED!!! PUNK CITY KILLER!!! CONNECTS AND ONE….TWO…..THREEEE!!!!

Zero retains the VHS Championship but Sweet Alice pushed him all the way!

WINNER AND STILL VHS CHAMPION: ZERO

 

 


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A LESSON IN SPATIAL AWARENESS

As the match ends, Sweet Alice gets out of the ring as Darby Sorrow begins marching to the ring having survived Zero’s attempt on his life the week before.

Zero looks shocked for a moment, before climbing out of the ring himself. Alice stops, but Darby quickly pushes her out of the way and begins brawling with Zero. Rights and lefts fly, as Darby seems to take the advantage with Zero retreating.

Zero leads a pissed off Darby to the backstage area, through the fans who go flying as the brawl runs into several of them. As they reach the backstage area, Zero becomes more aggressive. He throws Sorrow into a wall, leaving a nasty dent in it. Sorrow’s rage doesn’t let him acknowledge the pain.

Darby gets up and charges, spearing Zero into a wall. Both begin to just club one another.

Zero pushes Sorrow back before going for his Punk City Killer, but Sorrow counters and pushes Zero into the corner of a hall way. He charges in, but Zero kicks a stand. A giant wooden spike is released, and impales Sorrow in the side.

“You idiot. I’m not too surprised you survived last week. But every time you survive one of my traps, the more data I receive.”

Zero taps the wooden trap he just led Sorrow into. Sorrow spits blood in the face of the Punk City resident.

“All your hatred, all your anger, and here you are. Again, impaled on a wooden spike because you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. This is a lesson, maybe you should take notes.”

Sorrow struggles, but Zero kicks another wooden stake out of the way and a second spike spins from the other wall, impaling Sorrow in the neck. Sorrow coughs blood, the life draining from his eyes.

“I’m sure you’re still in there, listening. If you come back, again, I will kill you. If this doesn’t do it, I’ve got more plans. You will die, and I will be the one to put you in the ground.”

Zero walks away as the light in Darby Sorrow’s eyes finally fades.

Cut

 

 


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MAKING A DEAL

In the halls of The Slaughterhouse, Sigil wanders with a gadget in hand. He’s looking for the orb Lee Crowley spoke of last week but isn’t having much luck.

He turns a corner and walks into The Chief.

“Just the man I’ve been looking for,” he proclaims joyously. “I hope we’re on the same page after our journey back in time?

Sigil nods.

“Yes, I believe you, if that’s what you mean.”

The Chief steps forwards with a knowing nod. He clearly has a reason for coming.

“Since I helped you, I was hoping you could help me,” he asks earnestly. “I’m looking for something very special; something that could tip the war in heavens favour.”

The Collector folds his arms; his body language doesn’t appear to be friendly.

“You’re going to have to offer me something better than that. You may have helped me but I’m not in your debt, Chief. If you want my services then you’re going to have to pay for it.”

That stops him in his tracks. He didn’t expect such resistance.

“Look, we both know what your plans are, don’t we?” Chief offers with a grimace. “And this war doesn’t exactly clear the path for you, does it?”

Sigil laughs.

“The power I currently have access to far exceeds anything you, the angels or the demons have,” he reminds Chief. “You’re of no consequence to me.”

Before The Chief can speak, Sigil continues.

“But I’ll tell you what; I’ll search for what you need,” he says to the Chief’s surprise. “For a favour to be returned later.”

Both men nod stoically in agreement.

“I can commit to that,” Chief agrees.

What favour could it be?

Cut.

 

 


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STANDARD MATCH
LEIF HELVIG vs. SIMON

[align=justify Leif Helvig has been on an absolute tear for months as his latest victim stands across from him inside an OSW ring. Will the outcome be the same or will the Taskmaster do what so many could not?

The bell sounds as Simon sidesteps around the ring, dodging wild blows from Helvig as he knows he can’t outfight Leif as he slips under a roundhouse right, trying for a Russian Legsweep but Helvig straight out tosses him away before nearly breaking Simon’s jaw with a massive Boot to the face.

Simon stumbles up to his feet into a brutal onslaught of lefts and rights, uppercuts to the gut that lift the Taskmaster up off the mat with each blow before a nasty headbutt sends Simon to the canvas and rolling to the outside almost involuntarily. Leif quickly follows, pulling the groggy Simon up to his feet, THROWING HIM HEAD FIRST…NO! Simon reverses the turnbuckle posting as he drives Leif into the steel before throwing him into the ring.

Leif gets to one knee as Simon drives his own into his jaw before lifting Helvig up, SIMONPLEX! Simon bridges back for the ONE…HARD KICK OUT! Helvig powers out of the Fisherman but before he can get up to his feet, he finds his legs swept from under him as Simon tries to lock in the Checkmate…BUT LEIF KICKS SIMON AWAY SENDING HIM FLYING INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!

Simon staggers out as Helvig rushes forward, FRIGORRA! The running spear nearly cuts Simon in half as Helvig barely lifts the leg of the unconscious Taskmaster for the ONE…TWO…THREE!!!

The Taskmaster tried his best here tonight but he’s just another victim of the Beast of Slaughter Leif Helvig.

WINNER: LEIF HELVIG

 

 


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QUEEN’S GAMBIT

After the Show.

The sounds of footsteps echo through the room we find ourselves in. A door in the back creeps open and our eyes land on the source. Deathnote.

The Author of Death stalks into the room, obviously searching for something.

Or rather, someone.

He searches for a light switch, his hands tracing the walls, grasping at anything they can find only to come up empty. He sighs, walking towards the center of the room when a voice crackles over speakers.

“Looking for me?”

The sound of Simon, the Taskmaster, fills the room and television screens light up the darkness with his face on them, smiling smugly as he looks down at Deatnote.

“I’m shocked you’d think I’d be in the same room as before. But don’t worry, I figured you would and decided I would gift you with something. Go ahead, look ahead of you.”

Deathnote does, spotting a table with a singular chess piece. A white pawn. He grabs at it, pulling it from the table to reveal it was a key! Freeing the key causes the table to crack open, a map unrolling from inside! Deathnote furrows his brow, looking to the screens.

“What’s the meaning of this, Simon?”

“Can’t you read? It’s a map for where to find me. An invitation, if you will. And that pawn in your hand? It’s a key. Come and find me, will you?”

Simon chuckles, the screens turning to static, leaving the flickering lights of the TVs to dance across Deathnote’s face as he takes his leave, key in hand.\

Cut.

 

 


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STANDARD MATCH
VOYNICH vs. THE JUDGE

The World Champion is in the dock tonight, will his secrets come back to bite him?

Voynich knows he can’t duke it out with the cosmic magistrate so he goes low with a kick to the shin, doubling The Judge over. Voynich off the ropes he hits a running neckbreaker and cover but The Judge powers out on the count of one. Voynich peels Order off the mat but he’s COUNTERED into a massive ripcord headbutt, followed by THE VERDICT!!!

Voynich pulls himself up in a corner, the magistrate powers in like a train of justice…Voynich rolls forward and Order splashes the turnbuckle, turning straight into the ISHTAR GATE!!!! Voynich has The Judge on his feet, he’s trying to MONOLITH the monolith but Order counters…HE’S FUCKING BITING THE CHAMP!!! CUTTER-NO!!! Voynich pushes Judge into the ropes.

They stare each other down in the ring. Judge makes the first move…running SPARTA KICK…NO VERDICT because Voynich ducks. Now the champ has Order in the inverted facelock…THE EIGHTH WO-NO!!! Judge throws Voynich over his shoulders.

The Best Kept Secret lands on his feet…running enziguri….CONNECTS!!! Inverted facelock…Voynich onto the turnbuckle and backflips….EIGHT WONDER OF THE WORLD!!! It’s done….ONE…..TWO……THREE!!!!

Voynich hands out his own brand of justice to The Cosmic Order.

WINNER: VOYNICH

 

 


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THE NOTHING

Black.

Absolute darkness. An eternal nothingness.

Nothing but the breathing. Breaths that draw and fall with increasing frustration.

A growl, breaks through the black.

“Crow…” But silence is the only answer.

There is no answer because The Scarecrow is not there.

The frustration builds further, the Black turning to Red as Sandman’s frustration boils over into RAGE.

Then, the Red is peeled away and we are thrust back into reality.

A reality where Sandman stands alone.

Seemingly.

“You cannot hope to invade my dreams. There are no dreams in Purgatory. You are powerless over the one that does not sleep and I’m always watching. And where your dreams don’t go…”

Sandman growls into the air.

“I am not going to join your forces. My allegiances lie with Sandy Rogers. You do what you must, I care not about your war or your forces.”

FLUTTER

Before our eyes, Scarecrow appears. Stepping into the light and standing toe to toe, monster to monster with Sandman.

“That was your final chance to come along willingly.”

Scarecrow states simply and Sandman doesn’t reply. They simply stand, staring at one another for a while. Scarecrow eventually breaks the silence.

“Your assistance is not optional. You will assist Purgatory one way or another. If you’re not going to come along willingly, I’ll just have to drag you into this war kicking and screaming.”

CRACK!

Sandman unleashes one hell of a HAYMAKER that staggers the Scarecrow and sends the monster reeling back into the shadows. Slowly, the Dream Demon follows into the darkness, but as he does so…

FLUTTER

The Scarecrow is gone.

Cut

 

 


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STANDARD MATCH
CORVUS vs. PYRE

The Crow faces the Queen here tonight. Can the former #1 contender rise back up to the top or will Pyre send him spiralling to the flames of oblivion?The bell sounds as Corvus rushes forward, trying for an early Corvus Kick but Pyre manages to roll underneath, grabbing the Crow as she does before drilling him with a sudden neckbreaker. Corvus staggers up to his feet into a flurry of lefts and rights before he’s whipped into the ropes, DROP TOE HOLD ONTO THE SECOND ROPE!

Corvus gets up holding his throat as Pyre grabs him by the head, leaping up as she tries for a Tornado DDT but the Crow throws her off. Pyre rolls to her feet right into a CORVUS KICK! Pyre is staggered as she walks right into a stiff DDT before Corvus quickly heads up to the top rope.

NEVERMORE…HITS MAT! Pyre just rolls out of the way of the Shooting Star, Corvus hitting hard on the mat as the Red Queen summons a small ball of fire in her hands before throwing it at the rising Corvus…who meets it with a Dagger!

The steel and fire meet, Corvus dodging the flames as the melted droplets of the dagger blind Pyre for a moment. RUNNING ENZIGURI TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Pyre is stunned as she’s turned around into MARKED FOR DEATH! Corvus quickly drops down for the ONE…TWO…THREE!!!

The Crow picks up the big victory over the Queen of Flames here tonight, turning a momentary distraction into the win on Fury.

WINNER: CORVUS

 

 


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BEST SERVED GREEN

“You fuckin’ traitor” BEG manages to spit out, his eyes fixed on Albert Shaw.

They’re backstage, and the atmosphere is so tense you could cut it with a knife. BEG stands across from Shaw, nestled in his expensive fur coat and using the end of his opulent cane to point directly at Shaw’s face.

“The chances I gave you. The opportunities you had. You could have had it all, Shaw,” BEG begins.

“Blood Money Inc. is about loyalty, and loyalty earns respect, and respect earns you riches beyond your wildest dreams. My money can move mountains. My money bought the outcome of the last election!”

Albie laughs lightly. He’s looked almost bored by BEG’s rant since he started.

“The problem is, Berkshire, I don’t care for no loyalty. I don’t care for no respect. I’m only in it for the money, and though your bid was…sizeable, it just didn’t compare in the end. You’re a little fishy in the big pond, Berkshire. Sorry to have to be the one to point that out to you, but it looked like you were struggling to put your finger on it.”

BEG is maroon with rage, now.

“This will be the last and biggest mistake you will ever make, Shaw. I like the finer things in life, and I’m a connoisseur in revenge, and wouldn’t you know it, revenge is a dish best served green.”

BEG flips the cane over in his hand and swings the heavy end right for the skull of Shaw. Shaw, still with a smirk dancing on his lips, ducks the shot and reaches out.

BEG, suddenly still, starts to lose the colour from his face.

Shaw has him by the finger stump!

“Now, now, Berkshire. No need to get jealous. You just couldn’t afford a man like me.”

Shaw shoves BEG to the floor with the bottom of his right boot and walks away, leaving BEG to gather himself up and tend to his newly-deformed hand, blood now seeping through the bandages where his finger once lived.

Cut.

 

 


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PLAN B

Fresh off his thrilling match with Pyre, Corvus is walking through the hallways backstage. He rounds a corner to find CXDY stood up against a wall.

“You don’t quit, do you?” Corvus asks.

CXDY laughs, standing to his full height.

“Nope. Here’s the thing, though. As much as I want to just step up and kick the shit out of you, I know that you’re expecting that.”

“Would you like to have a debate instead?” Corvus replies dryly.

Another laugh from CXDY, who circles the Crow.

“Not quite. I want to hire you for a job.”

Corvus raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t take me as a killer for hire, Williams. You think you know me, understand my motivations, but I assure you that you do not.”

CXDY nods, now in front of Corvus.

“No, that’s definitely all you are. You may speak of some higher calling, but we know it’s all bullshit. Colin called and paid you to off my friend. Pretty simple to me.”

The Reflection pulls out his wallet.

“So how much does it cost for a fight? How much would it take for you to step in the ring with you and repay a debt?”

Corvus glances at the open wallet.

“More than you have.” He states. “Myself and those I associate with are far beyond a broken down fighter’s salary.”

He pauses.

“But,” The Crow begins. “Your anger has given you focus, made you into more than you were before. Perhaps it would be worth evaluating your skills.”

“Recruiting?” CXDY replies.

“Always.” Corvus states. “Prepare yourself. If you want a fight, I will give you one, but it will be on my terms. You won’t know when or where. I will just descend on you, and we will see your mettle.”

CXDY smiles. This is what he wanted.

“Good, I’ll be ready.”

Corvus walks off, leaving a smiling CXDY ready.

He’s got his fight, but will he end up regretting it?

 

 


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STANDARD MATCH
THE SANDMAN vs. SIGIL

Two former world champions go head to head here tonight but can the Dream Demon overcome the Collector or has the original OSW monster got into his head?The bell sounds as Sigil rushes forward, laying into Sandman with heavy strikes that the Dream Demon barely acknowledges. Sigil leaps up with a stiff knee to the jaw that moves Sandman’s head a few inches before he stares daggers back down at the Collector who rushes to the ropes, bouncing off….

INTO A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE THAT TURNS SIGIL INSIDE OUT! Sigil stumbles to his feet right into a pair of hands on his throat as he’s tossed overhead damn near through the nearby turnbuckles. The Collector is stunned for a moment as Sandman rushes forward, COSMIC LEAP! Sigil just leapt out of the way of the Avalanche attempt as The Sandman slams chest first into the steel.

The Dream Demon staggers out right into FINITE! The roundhouse kick hits flush, the Sandman’s not down but he’s on shaky legs as Sigil lashes out with claw like blows, attempting to take down the Dream Demon FOR THE COLLECTION before a massive leaping knee to the jaw sends The Sandman down to one knee.

The Collector backs up, looking to put the punctuation mark on this match as he rushes forward, PLANES…BLACK SAND! The Dream Demon tosses that out of nowhere as Sigil is suddenly completely blind. Sigil tries to complete the Dropkick regardless but it hits only steel as the Collector stumbles out right into a hand around his throat. TO DUS…ROLLING CRADLE! Sigil gets the rollup out of nowhere as the referee quickly counts, ONE…TWO…THREE!!!

The Collector pulls a victory out of nowhere here tonight, his eyes might have been blind but his mind wasn’t as he outsmarts the Dream Demon on Fury.

WINNER: SIGIL

 

 


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SCANDINAVIA BOUND

The Airport.Banzan makes his way through the airport, heading towards the terminal. He looks focused, determined and prepared. As he approaches the counter, he places his ticket down on the table.

“Where are you going, sir?” Asks the clerk.

Banzan looks over his shoulder.

“Scandinavia,” he replies.

She does some busy work on the computer and allows him through the terminal towards the boarding platform.

Moments later, another figure appears.

Leif Helvig.

Accompanied by Skoll and Hati.

The woman gulps, immediately terrified.

“W-Where are you going, sir?” She nervously asks.

Skoll growls, startling her.

“The man who came before me, where was he going?” Leif asks in a threatening manner.

She gulps.

“I’m afraid I can’t say,” she replies.

Hati now growls too, scaring the shit out of her.

“Scandinavia,” she blurts out.

“Then that’s where we’re going,” he announces. “Store my friends here with the baggage and book me onto that same flight.”

She double takes at the wolves, then back at Leif – who’s dead serious and nods in agreement.

“Certainly, sir.”

Cut.

 

 


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SINGLES MATCH
LUKE STORM vs. DEATHNOTE

Luke Storm and Deathnote. Can The Tempest prove himself indominable, or will The Author of Death prove even the mightiest storm can die out?

The match is underway and Luke Storm, as always, is off to a quick start against Deathnote! The Tempest lays into him with a flurry of lefts and rights that slam him back into the turnbuckle! Deathnote can’t seem to defend against the hailstorm that are Luke’s strikes!

DOWNPOUR! CODEBREAKER OUT OF THE CORNER FROM STORM!

He rolls back and Deathnote is still standing! The Author of Death is teetering in a haze! Storm is in shock but he doesn’t back down!

LIGHTNING STRIKE- NO! DEATHNOTE CATCHES THE FOOT! HE PULLS STORM FORWARD INTO A CLOTHESLINE THAT TURNS LUKE INSIDE OUT!

Luke can’t even get to his feet before Deathnote has him by the leg and pulls him in for an STF! Storm struggles as Deatnote locks in the hold! But Luke refuses to give in as he crawls, practically clawing at the canvas! The rope is just out of reach!

HE’S GOT IT! LUKE STORM GRABBED THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Deathnote lets go of the hold and drags Storm away from the ropes, forcing him up and crashing into him with a fierce headbutt that rocks him! The Author swings with a massive haymaker that catches Storm in the jaw and sends him reeling!

LIGHTING STRIKE! STORM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE MASSIVE SUPERKICK! DEATHNOTE TUMBLES OVER THE ROPES AND LANDS IN A HEAP ON THE OUTSIDE!

Luke takes a moment to steady himself with the ropes before looking to Deathnote! Ideas swirl in his head as he grabs the ropes and springboards onto the apron before leaping off!

THUNDER! MOONSAULT- RIGHT INTO DEATHNOTE’S HANDS! HE LANDS STOMACH FIRST ON DEATHNOTE’S SHOULDERS AND THE GOD OF THE NEW WORLD SPINS HIM AROUND!

GATHER THEY SOUL! GTS SENDS BLOOD SPLATTERING FROM STORM’S NOSE!

Storm slams back first into the steel steps and crumples in a heap, gasping for air as Deathnote pushes his advantage in the most brutal way possible! He peels Storm up and slams him face first into the steel steps! Blood smears on the metal as he goes for another massive slam-

BLOOD IN THE EYES! LUKE STORM JUST SPIT BLOOD INTO DEATHNOTE’S EYES! NOTHING CAN STOP THE TEMPEST!

Deathnote can’t see and Storm capitalizes! He pulls Deathnote in and lifts him up with all his might, dropping him in a flapjack face first on those bloodied steps! Deathnote is dazed and Storm hits a haymaker that sends him rolling into the ring! Luke’s back on the offensive!

He leaps onto the apron and grips it tight before he springboards back inside!

THUNDER! MOONSAULT LANDS FLUSH ON DEATHNOTE AND STORM GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-

NO! KICK OUT! DEATHNOTE ISN’T DOWN YET!

Luke pounds the mat in frustration as he slowly gets to his feet! Deathnote rouses and Storm slams him with a soccer kick to the face! The Author slams back into the mat in a heap and Storm peels him up! He forces Deathnote into a corner, slowly forcing him up to the top rope!

DEATHNOTE KICKS STORM AWAY!

THE AUTHOR LEAPS OFF! KISS OF DEATH! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP RIGHT TO A STANDING LUKE STORM’S CHEST! THE TEMPTEST MAY VERY WELL BE DOWN FOR THE COUNT!

Deathnote covers, both feet firmly planted on Storm’s chest as he crouches down, a hand placed on Storm’s face as though to close his eyes!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!- NO!

HOW!? HOW THE FUCK DID STORM GET A SHOULDER UP!?

Deathnote stumbles off of the pin, looking almost shocked that Storm could even move after what he’s just gone through! But Storm found a way! The Author lifts Storm up by his throat, nailing him with a hard left before whipping him into the turnbuckle! He rushes Storm!

AND FINDS HIMSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF A DROP TOE HOLD THAT SLAMS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! STORM’S GOT FIGHT LEFT IN HIM!

Deathnote stumbles to his feet-

AND A LIGHTNING STRIKE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD THROWS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

Luke grabs him as he bounces back and heaves with all he’s got for a massive German Suplex in the center of the ring! Both men are down and neither one stirs! The referee looks down at him before considering if he needs to start a count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE- BOTH MEN ARE STIRRING!

STORM WINS:

Storm tries to use the ropes to pull himself to his feet but Deathnote is already up behind him! He grabs hold of Luke!

TURN THE PAGE- LUKE SPINS OUT OF IT! GALEFORCE! STUNNER! STUNNER TO DEATHNOTE AND STORM COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Luke Storm is victorious! Though battered and bruised, he’s walking away the winner of this hard fought match!

WINNER: LUKE STORM

 

 


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STUCK IN THE MIDDLE

As Luke Storm gets back to his feet, exhausted after that thrilling battle with Deathnote – he turns around, greeted by Ash Williams!The Chosen One begins pummelling him backwards into the corner, getting his shots in on the exhausted Lambs to the Slaughter winner as Jessie Williams watches on from the outside with his hands on his hips.

Ash drops him with a hard right and walks away, smirking.

“Get me a chair,” he roars to Jessie, who shakes his head. “Now, kid.”

Reluctantly, Jessie does as he’s told and slides a chair into the ring.

Ash picks it up and turns around…

LIGHTNING STRIKE!

LUKE STORM WITH A SUPERKICK!

RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CHAIR, RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF THE CHSOEN ONE!

Williams hit’s the mat with a thud and Storm quickly mounts him, going to work with right hands. As he beats the holy hell out of Ash, Jessie contemplates his move on the outside.

He’s grimacing.

He’s weighing up his decisions.

And then he slides into the ring.

BOOMSTICK!

BOOYAH!

BOOYAH TO LUKE STORM!

The Superman Punch nails a seated Tempest and knocks him straight off of Ash, who rolls away to the outside to recover.

Jessie kicks the ground in frustration, accompanying his dad to the outside. He helps him back to his feet and up the entrance ramp, looking back to see Storm recovering.

“Sorry,” Jessie mouths back to Storm, taking his dad away.

Cut.

 

 


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BENJI

A wooden cabin.In the middle of the swamp lies a secluded, run-down cabin. From the outside, it isn’t much to look at – but inside, something magical is happening.

Leah Lincoln has Sherman Dewey led on a large rickety wooden table, chanting various incantations at him as he grunts and grimaces.

Suddenly, the door blows off its hinges.

It’s Ultimo America!

The Hero rushes forward and SPEARS Lincoln out of her boots, tackling her to the floor and stopping the incantation.

He begins swinging wildly at her, punching her with everything he has until she kicks him away. America stumbles as Lincoln gets back to her feet and forcibly runs him backwards.

CRACK!

The fight seems to very suddenly leave Ultimo. His face goes a shade of pale white and he starts coughing, blood soon spewing from his mouth.

Leah backs away, showing a sharpened metal rod now protruding from America’s chest.

“You thought you could stop me?” She growls angrily.

Ultimo smiles, blood dripping from his mouth.

“I will,” he mutters painfully. “I will stop you.”

With every ounce of strength he has, he reaches out to her and grabs her, pulling her as forcibly as he can towards him.

The protruding spike drills through her chest too, impaling the both of them. She looks up at him with a horrified expression on her face, grimacing from the pain before collapsing her head onto his shoulder.

Just then, Magical Miles, Stoner and Chunky Moses rush into the room – what they see is utterly horrifying.

Ultimo and Leah are impaled on the wall and Sherman is led, seemingly powered down or unconscious.

They rush to their friend, who’s barely alive.

“BENJI!” Miles roars in horror, revealing Ultimo’s real name. “Why didn’t you wait for us, B!?”

He smiles.

“I stopped her,” he mumbles, fading away. “Now put our friend to rest. You’ve got this.”

With that said, his head droops low and he too fades away.

The Forever Friends begin bawling, crying their hearts out right there in the room, until Dewey begins to stir.

That’s when Stoner quickly rouses them.

“We have to go,” he demands. “Now, dudes.”

And reluctantly, they take off.

Cut.