Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
We’re in a boardroom.
There’re large chairs full of old, snooty, uptight men in fancy suits sat around an extremely polished oak table.
It looks like they’re already mid-argument.
“His manipulation of the stock market has to stop. Do you know how many positions he has cost us?” One of the men complains louder than anyone else.
“You want to go to war with Berkshire Ellison Green?” Another replies. “Are you mad, man?”
“His actions have cost each of us millions of dollars. We created this conglomerate to control the market,” another chimes in. “Mark Gouldern and Berkshire Ellison Green refused our offer to join us and created Imperium. It’s been downhill since then.”
“Mark Gouldern is dead,” says another. “All we have to deal with is Green. He has everything now.”
Suddenly, someone at the head of the table clears their throat and everyone is immediately silenced.
“Going to war with Berkshire Ellison Green will be no easy feat. He has as much money, if not more, than each and every single one of us combined.”
He stands up and walks over to a window, looking out over the skyline.
“We’re going to need to purchase assistance. Someone in that God forsaken company must be bought,” he muses. “We just need to figure out who. This has to be a covert operation for as long as it can be, gentlemen. We’ll rip apart his world, piece by piece, until he’s either begging us to join our conglomerate or dead.”
Everyone looks towards the man, smiling.
The Swamp Witch and The Guv’nor make their OSW debuts right now. This is no easy initiation and the demands are high inside The Slaughterhouse. Only the strong survive and in this encounter one of these fresh lambs will be forced to submit.
Shaw is aggressive against his smaller opponent, taking her into a headlock, but the Swamp Witch is quick on the counter and sweeps The Guv’nor’s right leg and they both hit the mat. They are on the feet again quickly, Albie swings a leg, Lincoln catches and DRAGON SCREW….The Guv’nor is down. The Swamp Witch looks to transition quickly into DEVIL’S PLAYGROUND!!!
NO! Shaw kicks her off. The Guv is up on his feet, now he’s in familiar territory with an onslaught of strikes. Whip into the ropes, Shaw with an omoplata takedown. He’s looking for KEEP QUIET! He can’t get it locked in, though, as Lincoln quickly scrambles to the ropes. The Guv gets to his feet, he tries to drag Lincoln back to the centre of the ring but she turns over and kicks upwards. Shaw stumbles back, the Swamp Witch is up and swings around behind her opponent….ONE FULL RESOLUTION….VOODOO DROP!!!! Leah Lincoln nails the Tornado Reverse DDT.
There are no pinfalls in this one so the Swamp Witch once again looks for her signature submission but Shaw reaches up and counters...FACEBREAKER!!! Lincoln stumbles back onto the ropes, The Guv’nor charges her…CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!!! And they both crash to the concrete around the ring.
Both took a hard bump from that move and there’s a pause before they get to their feet. It’s a trade of blows before Shaw drives a knee into Lincoln’s gut, he looks for a whip…REVERSAL! The Swamp Witch sends The Guv’nor face first into the ring post with surprising brutality. Shaw bounces off….double leg takedown from Lincoln….HERE IT IS….!
TEXAS CLOVERLEAF WITH EXTRA PRESSURE ADDED TO THE NECK!!!
SHAW IS TRAPPED!!!
HE’S GONNA TAP!!!
The referee is outside and he’s signalling a void with his arms – SUBMISSIONS MUST BE INSIDE THE RING!!!
The Swamp Witch lifts The Londoner and rolls him back into the ring, climbing to the top rope once she’s done so. The Guv’nor starts to rise, but he’s holding his back, he’s in so much pain he isn’t really aware of what’s around him. He’s got his back to Lincoln…
YAKUZA KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!
FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
Shaw was playing possum and he countered into the CRIPPLER CROSSFACE!!!
LINCOLN IS TRAPPED!!!
SHE’S GOT NOWHERE TO GO!!!
SHE’S IN AGONY!!!
BUT SHE WON’T QUIT!!!
LINCOLN SQUEEZES THE PRESSURE EVEN FURTHER!!!
THE SWAMP WITCH SUBMITS!!!
This one is over but a very strong game from both debutantes tonight. The Guv’nor is having a knees up with this submission win.
Banzan is meditating when Sweet Alice sits next to him.
“Hello, Alice, are you here for another lesson?”
“Well, no, I thought our last lesson was at the stream.”
“Oh, Alice, we never stop learning. Life itself is a lesson and death is the graduation ceremony. You were a small pebble, now you’re a stone anyone will notice. I can’t teach you a grand lesson with the amount of time we have left but all lessons can lead you on a path to becoming a mountain yourself.”
Alice nods understanding this is a lesson in itself.
“This is the point where you usually ask me the meaning of something. The fact that you’re not this time is either a good indicator that you’re starting to understand or your mind is preoccupied with something else. Which of these is the truth?”
“Both to be honest, Banzan. I understand that life is a journey and a lesson itself and that we must consistently learn to be better than our past self. It’s a good mini lesson and something to know to keep me grounded. I’d be lying though if I didn’t come here for something other than a lesson and my mind is still on it.”
“What is it, Alice?
“Well, do you think Pyre believes she’s done with me, that I’m you know, dead?”
“She seemed pretty confident that her days with you are done.”
“I was hoping that, my mind has been working differently since the stream and instead of working easy like water, it worked hard as stone and came up with two plans based on if she was confident I’m gone or if she knows what we know.”
“Oh, well let’s hear your plans. ”
She whispers in his ear and tells him both. As she speaks, his eyes get wide and he’s nodding. He’s liking one of them for sure.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Alice, you’ll be a mountain soon. We’ll do the second one tonight. They won’t be ready.”
Tonight, Bishop and Pyre finally face off against Banzan and Sweet Alice! Fire meets stone in this clash of elements! Who will come out on too? We find out next!
Bishop and Pyre are waiting in the ring for their opponents to come out!
Wolf Totem by The HU starts to play out of the speakers but Banzan has no time for theatrics!
He’s marching to the ring!
Pyre and Bishop look at each other confidently laughing at Banzan.
“Couldn’t save her, could you?”
That comment from Pyre stops Banzan in his tracks!
He looks down and shakes his head no.
“No, but I could.”
A familiar voice is heard from the rafters!
It’s Sweet Alice and she is smiling wide!
She’s standing on the guard rail!
DIVING CROSSBODY OFF THE RAFTER!
SHE HITS BOTH OF THEM HARD WITH THAT DIVE!
BISHOP AND PYRE ARE DOWN!
THE MATCH HAS OFFICIALLY STARTED AND ALICE COVERS PYRE!
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. . .
. . .
PYRE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The match goes on and Alice is stomping away on Pyre as Bishop and Banzan make their way to their respective corners! Alice is still stomping away! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! No! Pyre catches the foot and stands up with it! She spins Alice around! She levels her with a code breaker!
BOTH LADIES ARE DOWN!
THEY’RE CRAWLING TO THEIR CORNERS!
PYRE MAKES IT THERE FIRST!
SHE TAGS IN BISHOP!
HE RUSHES TO THE OPPOSITE CORNER!
HE SPEARS BANZAN THROUGH THE ROPES!
THEY BOTH FALL TO THE FLOOR!
HARD LANDING BUT BISHOP RUNS RIGHT BACK INTO THE RING!
He flattens a crawling Alice with a hard kick to the stomach! She crumples to the floor and Bishop gets behind her! He wraps his arms around her! Deadlift German suplex!
BISHOP TAGS IN PYRE!
SHE GOES TO THE TOP ROPE!
SHE’S WAITING FOR ALICE TO GET UP!
ALICE IS STANDING UP SLOWLY!
SHE HITS ALL OF THE DIVING STUNNER!
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Pyre has done it for her team! She has shown why she is the queen!
ALICE HAS HER FOOT ON THE ROPE!
THE MATCH GOES ON!
Pyre is livid and she mounts on top of Alice! Pyre starts raining massive rights! “You’re supposed to be dead!” Alice catches the fist! “Was I?” She smiles while twisting the wrist! Pyre is screaming in agony! Flames shoot put the wrist out of nowhere! Alice has to let go!
BOTH LADIES BACK AWAY TO THEIR CORNERS AND TAG THEIR PARTNER IN!
BISHOP AND BANZAN ARE IN THE RING!
BISHOP STARTS RUNNING OUT OF NOWHERE!
HE HITS ANOTHER SPEAR AND COVERS!
BANZAN SHOVES HIM OFF!
Bishop drags Banzan to Alice! “Your turn, I’ve dealt with him enough.” Alice tags herself in! Springboard Crossbody! No! Big boot by Bishop! He drops her hard and does the throat cutting gesture!
HE PICKS HER UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!
HE’S GOING FOR THE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!
ALICE SLIPS OUT THE BACK!
CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE!
HE’S DOWN AND SHE LOCKS IN A CAMEL CLUTCH!
SHE’S WRENCHING ON THAT NECK AND SHE NODS AT BANZAN!
BANZAN ENTERS THE RING!
RUNNING KNEE OUT OF NOWHERE TO A PRONE BISHOP!
WHAT A HIT AND ALICE MAKES THE COVER!
BANZAN KNOCKS PYRE OFF THE APRON!
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They’ve done it! They have proved that stone is better than fire!
The sound of an audience clapping, and the dreadful music of The Show That Never Ends plays from an unknown source. And, of course, we could be nowhere else!
Judge and Reaper walk through the doorway onto a ramp over looking the empty audience seats. And standing on stage, straightening his tie, is Monty Straight himself.
“Welcome to the show! You took your time finding us, it seems, but don’t worry, when the show never ends then our time never turns unless we need it to!”
The practiced smile on Monty’s face is followed by a wink as he beckons Reaper and Judge forth, watching as Reaper bounds down the stairs, rage in his eyes as he leaps onto the stage!
SHOTGUN BLAST! SUPERMAN PUNCH!
NO! MONTY SIDE STEPS IT!
… By opening one of his doors! Reaper flies through it, yelling obscenities at Straight as he does. Monty closes the door, chuckling to himself.
“Well, seems he was more than excited to see what was behind that door, but you aren’t contestants so… there’s really nothing there for him to find.”
He turns back to The Judge, the armored law bringer stepping onto the stage, closing in on Monty.
“We found your set, Monty. You’re going to face retribution for your crimes against the balance of the universe.”
Monty hears this, his smile never leaving his face as he looks Judge up and down.
“Of course! Of course. Now, you found it because I let you find it, you know. The show never ends, it never stays in one place. But you did seem to hone in on it, I suppose you should be buying season tickets.”
A cocky wink graces Monty’s face as he continues.
“But, that being said, I let you find it for a reason. I want to apologize, because I feel when you competed a few weeks back that you didn’t get what you really wanted. You wanted me, didn’t you?”
Judge nods, continuing to move forward, Monty backing away to the door, opening it up again.
“Well, consider this an addendum to your prize from last time.”
Monty disappears behind the door, closing it in Judge’s face! And as he does?
The entire set falls away, and Judge finds himself in the ring! A bewildered Reaper stands next to him as Monty stands in his corner!
“Welcome to the show, boys.”
In what has been the most personal of torrid tales, The Reaper finds himself with the possibility of getting his hands on the being responsible for his life’s biggest pain. He and the Judge have been waiting for this moment for a long time now… This one is personal, and they’re going to make Monty hurt!
The Judge looks set to square off against Monty first. But as the bell sounds, REAPER TAGS HIMSELF IN, SLAPPING THE JUDGE ON THE BACK!
THE REAPER WANTS HIS HANDS ON MONTY FUCKING STRAIGHT!
REAPER CHARGES ACROSS THE RING!
SHOTGUN BLAST TO MONTY STRAIGHT!
MONTY CRUMPLES INTO THE TURNBUCKLE. THE REAPER REALLY STARTED THIS WITH A BANG!
The Reaper closes the space between him and the suffering Straight, softening him up with a series of pummeling body blows. He sets Monty up on the top turnbuckle.
SUPERPLEX TO MONTY STRAIGHT!
NO! MONTY HOLDS ON TO THE TOP ROPE AND KICKS THE REAPER OFF!
REAPER LANDS BACK FIRST!
With The Reaper down, Monty stands atop the turnbuckle and panders to the crowd. Perhaps for too long, as The Judge soon appears from the ring apron….
HE TOSSES MONTY OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND OUT OF THE RING WITH A CHOKESLAM TO RINGSIDE!
MONTY WENT ALL THE WAY DOWN!
At ringside, The Judge holds Monty in a Full Nelson, much to the protest of the referee… But the Reaper silences the protest by blindsiding the referee from behind!
He then leaps off the ring apron.
ANOTHER SHOTGUN BLAST!
THIS TIME TO A DEFENSELSESS MONTY STRAIGHT, LEAPING FROM THE RING TO THE FLOOR!
MONTY STRAIGHT IS IN A WORLD OF TROUBLE!
With the referee down, this has become a two on one assault.
THE JUDGE WITH HIS SPARTA KICK! VERDICT TO MONTY AGAINST THE BARRICADE!
MONTY CRUMPLES TO A HEAP!
Reaper then picks Monty back up and looks to continue the assault, but Judge pushes him out of the way and sets Monty up in a powerbomb position.
HE DRILLED MONTY RIGHT INTO THE FRAME OF THE RING!
MONTY STRAIGHT HAS TAKEN ONE HELL OF A POUNDING AND HE’S DOWN!
The Reaper now pushes Judge out of the way, grabbing Monty by the scruff of the neck and rolling him back into the ring as the referee begins to stir. The Reaper follows him inside, but is soon tagged by The Judge as soon as the referee is conscious.
THE JUDGE COMES IN WITH A HEAD OF STEAM AND CLOTHESLINES MONTY STRAIGHT WHO STAGGERS TO HIS FEET!
NO! A BATTERED MONTY STRAIGHT SOMEHOW HAS THE AWARENESS TO DUCK!
DEAL BREAKER TO THE JUDGE! THERE’S LIFE IN MONTY YET!
BUT HE IS STOPPED IN ONE HELL OF A HURRY WITH A RIGHT HOOK FROM REAPER, LEANING OVER THE ROPES!
RESTORATION POWERBOMB FROM THE JUDGE!
HE COVERS FOR THE PIN, BUT THIS ONE IS AS GOOD AS DONE!
NO SIGN OF LIFE FROM MONTY!
RING THE BELL!
The numbers game proved to be too much for Monty tonight. The Reaper gets some semblance of revenge over the one responsible for his wife’s death. The Judge sealed the deal and in doing so, balance has been restored somewhat. The Judge and The Reaper stand tall tonight!
Simon’s compound is nothing more than a smoldering pile of rubble.
The bomb, indeed, went off.
And yet, Death Note stands amongst the rubble, digging through it ravenously. He knows his target must be in the debris somewhere, buried beneath it.
“Where are you, Simon?”
No response. Death Note keeps searching through the rubble.
However, he comes across something quite a bit more significant than a cadaver.
He finds a crumpled up page.
A page from his book.
Death Note quickly unravels it. It is there he sees the name: Simon.
He’s still alive.
Death Note snickers, half-defeated.
“For decades we’ve played this game, Simon. And that is my fault. For far too long, I’ve treated you not just as a name on one of my pages, but the entirety of my book.”
Death Note sighs. He looks around at the destruction.
“My work does not begin and end with you, Simon. It can’t. There are other names on this list. And our decades long game of cat and mouse could carry on decades longer, if I allowed it to.”
Death Note presses the page from his book on his chest, smooths it out, folds it neatly. He sticks it in his pocket.
“For now, our destinies will be decided at Game Over. And whether or not you escape my grasp once more will not matter at all. Every step you take, Simon. Every step. I will be but one step behind you… Always.”
Death Note, once again irritated by the stalemate, walks away.
But deep below the ground, in a bunker full of technology, a screen shows Death Note walking away.
Simon looks on. A humored chuckle escapes his lips.
“Perhaps you always will be a step behind me,” Simon utters.
“But a step ahead? Never.”
The Forever Friends stand together to take on a couple bullies in Victor Carfano and Rune!
Carfano and Sherman start things off, with Victor getting the upper hand early with some hard lefts and rights. Carfano plays to his strengths here, looking quite confident as he sends Dewey into the corner.
Victor smirks before charging at full speed…only for Sherman to duck out of the way at the last second, with Carfano crashing into the corner with a thud!
Sherman tags in Miles as Victor turns around, an angry look on his face as Miles tells him to stop before taking his hat off. Miles smiles as he reaches into the hat, looking to dazzle the crowd and Victor with a magic trick…but there’s no sight of Dave the Rabbit, much to the dismay of the magician.
This only makes Victor angrier as he sends Miles into the corner, tagging in Rune who immediately wears down the magic man with some hard offense before connecting with an exploder suplex!
Truer words were never spoken as Rune goes for the cover…BUT CHUNKY MAKES THE SAVE FOR HIS FRIEND!
Chunky picks Rune up, shoving him away before chastising him.
RUNE RESPONDS WITH A HARD RIGHT!
The crowd is stunned in silence as they see Chunky’s rage bubbling up…and Chunky unloads on the Painted Man, sending him into the corner when Victor runs in.
This, of course, brings Sherman and Ultimo into the fray, leading to chaos in the middle of the ring until Victor sends Chunky to the outside…which gives Rune the opening he needs!
TEAR THE VEIL ON MILES! RUNE WITH THE COVER!
ULTIMO WITH THE SAVE!
Mr. America takes a stand against a riled Rune, who sends him flying through the ropes before turning his attention back to Miles, who’s back to his feet.
The painful distraction gives Miles a chance to tag in Ultimo, who comes in like a house of fire with a flurry of offense until Victor makes a blind tag!
Victor’s going for a single leg seatbelt toss…but Ultimo surprises him with a small package!
UNITED STATES OF VICTORY, BUT CAN ULTIMO MAKE A LOSER OUT OF VICTOR?
RUNE MAKES THE SAVE, SENDING ULTIMO TO THE CORNER IN THE PROCESS!
Ultimo tries to get a tag to Chunky, but Rune tags in before dropping the big man off the apron, turning his attention to Ultimo!
VEILBREAKER ON MR. AMERICA, AND THE COVER!
Friendship may be magic, but that magic has been ruined tonight by Rune!
The Forever Friends litter the canvas, each of them looking dejected and disappointed in yet another losing effort.
But unfortunately, they’re not done.
What they don’t see as Victor Carfano makes his exit is that Rune has arrived back into the ring with a barbed wire baseball bat.
He immediately runs over to Chunk as the bigger man gets back up, driving it into his mid-section. Moses doubles over, screaming in agony, only to receive a second shot to his back.
Miles is up next, bravely running at Rune only to take a shot to the gut that doubles him over too. Another across the back and Rune is decimating the forever friends.
The Conspiracy Theorist grabs Sherman Dewey from the canvas, placing the bat at his face.
But Rune doesn’t listen. He’s going to rip his god damn face off with that barbed wire bat!
Just then, Ultimo America leaps into action with a Dropkick that sends Rune tumbling through the ropes and to the outside.
Even he can’t believe he did it!
Rune gets back up and throws a fit, watching as Ultimo America picks up the bat and points it at him. Sherman couldn’t be more thankful as The Forever Friends slowly get back to their feet, dazed, hurting and watchful as Rune slowly backs away.
This isn’t over.
Mister Andy is desperate to escape the spectre of his evil past; he just wants to make neat wooden toys for children and give OSW lambs the occasional Superfine Turbine Blast. However, Redwing keeps scratching open those old wounds and asking what it feels like to bleed. Will Crimson Justice learn tonight what happens when you continue to poke a lion in the eye?
The Red Knight makes the first move but Mister Andy folds him with a kick to the gut, then a big elbow smash to the side of the head. But The Toymaker keeps Crimson Justice on his feet and whips him into the ropes…
NO! REDWING LANDS ON HIS FEET!!!
THE RIPCORD KNEE FLOORS THE TOYMAKER…
Redwing lifts Mister Andy, he’s got the double underhook locked in…
RETURN TO ARKHAM!!
ANDY WITH A BACK DROP!
Redwing is quickly to his feet but Andy drops him with a snapmare and boots the cowled crusader hard in the head. Crimson Justice rolls away but The Toymaker won’t let him rest. Redwing is pinned in a corner and Mister Andy drives repeated knees into the Red Knight’s midsection, lifting him onto the top turnbuckle. Andy begins to climb.
But Redwing fights back with some slugs to the head and then leaps off the top turnbuckle, nailing Andy with a sunset flip powerbomb. The Toymaker kicks out immediately and rolls away from Redwing. The Red Knight is on his feet, he’s hits the ropes looking for…
ANDY ROLLS AWAY!!!
HUGE HIT FROM THE TOYMAKER!!!
NOW HE’S LIFTING REDWING!!!
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST!!!!!
HE GOT ALL OF IT!!!
A SPINEBUSTER THAT SHOOK THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE BAT CAVE!!!
No cover from Andy though, he’s heading to the top rope.
FLIGHT OF THE ORNITHOPTER!!!!
ANDY HOOKS THE LEGS!!!
Andy gets up, there’s an annoyance in his expression, a momentary slip of his typically cool demeanour. The Toymaker moves to a corner and exposes the steel turnbuckle and there’s a little madness in his eyes. Redwing gets back to his feet, Andy whips him towards the exposed turnbuckle but Redwing stops himself using the ropes. Then he fires off his grappling hook, wrapping it around Mister Andy’s waist and then recalls the grapple bringing The Toymaker to him into a reverse headlock.
RUNNING BULLDOG INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL TURNBUCKLE!!!
Andy is down on his hands and knees, his face streaming blood where his skin was cut from the impact with the steel. Redwing is standing on the top rope.
TOP ROPE DARKNESS FALLS!!!!
MISTER ANDY COUNTERED!!!
HE FUCKING COUNTERED!!!
Crimson Justice is planted with a Samoan Drop and now mounted punches from The Toymaker…
The Rewind Champion rolls off The Red Knight. Back on his feet, Mister Andy is stalking his foe.
The Toymaker is winding up The Big Wheel…
Redwing is getting back to his feet…
Andy lifts The Watchful Protector…
Into the torture rack…
REDWINGS COUNTERS INTO A REVERSE DDT!!!
But he’s too exhausted to make a cover. It’s a moment or two for both men to regather themselves. When they do, Redwing tries to use his grappling hook but Mister Andy bats Crimson Justice’s arm away and grabs him hard around the throat, pushing Redwing into a corner. The Red Knight tries to counter with punches but The Toymaker doesn’t even feel them, he’s overcome with hysterical strength.
Eventually Redwing grabs a Redblade and slams it against Andy’s head; that releases the grip on his throat. Redwing springs out of the corner, he’s unleashing strikes – punches, kicks, chops – on Andy. An uppercut has Mister Andy seemingly teetering and Crimson Justice looks for a leaping elbow….
MISTER ANDY STUMBLES BACKWARDS ONTO THE ROPES…
THE TOYMAKER COMES OFF THE ROPES…
STRAIGHT INTO RED JUSTICE!!!
ANDY REVERSES THE BRAINBUSTER!!!
THE TOYMAKER LIFTS THE RED KNIGHT!!!
SPINNING TORTURE RACK…
INTO THE CUTTER!!!!
THE BIG WHEEL ENDS REDWING!!!
Redwing’s physical interrogation of Mister Andy proves none of the old violence is missing from The Toymaker and it’s enough to give the Rewind Champion the win in this battle. Now what about the war?
After that gruelling match, Redwing can’t take his eyes off Mister Andy. He doesn’t trust him. He knows that SeeSaw resides somewhere in him.
Andy though isn’t interested. He rolls to the outside and begins making his way up the ramp.
“Wait!” Redwing yells out after him into a microphone. Andy stops and turns to face him. “This isn’t over,” he growls.
“What do you want from me?” Andy yells back.
“You’re a danger to everyone around you. This façade won’t last forever and when it ends, I’ll be there to put an end to you, SeeSaw.”
The very mention of that name makes Andy shiver.
Suddenly, he bolts towards the ring.
WHAT THE FUCK?
MONTY STRAIGHT FROM BEHIND WITH A TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT TO HIS PARTNER!
Andy dives into the ring, nailing Straight with a Clothesline before he can go to work on Redwing. The Caped Crusader rolls to the corner, wincing in pain as Straight gets back up and stumbles…
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST!
Mister Andy just saved Redwings ass! Monty Straight was looking to take his Tag Team partner out ahead of their match next week at Bloody Valentine and The Toymaker put a stop to it.
He gets back to his feet as Monty rolls away in agony and looks towards Redwing.
“You don’t know anything about me,” he mutters whilst backing off. “Just leave me alone, alright?”
The Toymaker leaves the ring once again as Redwing sits in the corner, watching on awkwardly.
DING! DING! That bell sounds, and Death Note wastes no time! He charges straight across the ring and sends a big Yakuza Kick at his arch-nemesis, but Simon swiftly ducks and rolls underneath it, sweeping Death Note’s legs out from beneath him! The Shinigami lands on his back, and Simon immediately snatches his arm!ARMBAR!!! ARMBAR!!! Death Note cries out in pain, and Simon wrenches the arm even worse!!! The Shinigami tries desperately to stretch his legs beyond their reach towards the ropes, but to no avail! He can’t move!
But suddenly, a wave of resolve washes over Death Note. He adopts a new plan. He forces his way to his knees, somehow able to withstand the pain of Simon ripping his arm from his socket! Death Note somehow stands to his feet.
HE LIFTS SIMON INTO THE AIR WHILE SIMON KEEPS THE ARM BAR!!!
ONE!! ARMED!! POWERBOMB!!!
AND SIMON BREAKS THE HOLD!!!
DEATH NOTE MAKES THE DAMN PIN!!!
NO!!!! SIMON KICKS OUT!!!
Amazing resolve shown by both men here with that exchange!!!
Death Note slowly starts to his knees, clutching his limp arm. Simon also starts to reach his feet. Both men stand at the same time, staggering, but gathering themselves to fight again!
GAMBIT!!! THE SPINNING BACKFIST FROM SIMON!!!
NO!!!! DEATH NOTE DUCKS IT!!!
INVERTED RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!!! HE PLANTS SIMON ON HIS FACE!!!
Death Note jumps to his feet! He climbs to the top rope, looks down at Simon!
KISS OF DEATH!!!! KISS OF FUCKING DEATH!!! DOUBLE STOMP FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!!
DEATH NOTE ONCE AGAIN MAKES THE COVER!!! HOOKS THE LEG!!!
THREEEEEEE–NO!!!!! DAMN IT!!! NO!!! SIMON KICKS OUT RIGHT IN THE NICK OF TIME!!!
Death Note is unbelievably frustrated. Simon has routinely escaped him in death, and routinely managed to escape defeat here tonight as well. The Shinigami slaps himself, tries to pull it together.
He drags Simon to his feet. Death Note whips Simon into the ropes! Simon bounces off the ropes, returns to Death Note, slides under his legs! He jumps to his feet! Death Note turns towards Simon!
MOONSAULT DROPKICK sends Death Note toppling over the top rope!!!
Death Note hits the ground like a sack of taters!!!
And immediately, it’s Simon now who climbs to the top turnbuckle. The fans start to roar with approval, excited for the potential high spot that’s on the way! Death Note slowly starts to climb to his feet once again. One knee, then two knee, then up to both feet!
SIMON LEAPS FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!
TORNADO FUCKING DDT!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! DEATH NOTE’S HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE FLOOR OUTSIDE OF THE RING, AND BOTH MEN SPILL ACROSS THE CANVAS!!!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Simon is the first one to begin stirring on the ground. He crawls over towards Death Note, slowly pulls himself up from the floor with Death Note in tow. He rolls Death Note into the ring!
SIMON MAKES THE COVER ON DEATH NOTE!!!
Death Note barely kicked out!!! Simon climbs to his feet, brings Death Note up to his! He sets Death Note up!!!
BUT SOMEHOW DEATH NOTE FLIPS OUT OF IT!!! JESUS CHRIST!!! THE GOD OF DEATH ESCAPES!!!
SIMON TURNS AROUND!!!
GAMBIT!!!! THE SPINNING BACKFIST!!!! HE DROPS DEATH NOTE!!!! SIMON IMMEDIATELY LOCKS IN A FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!!! CHECKMATE!!! CHECKMATE!!!! AND DEATH NOTE HAS NOWHERE TO GO!!! NOWHERE TO RUN!!! HE TAPS!!! HE TAPS!!!
Simon pulls out the victory, and quickly escapes the ring! He cuts through the crowd to avoid any further action from the God of Death.
The opening strains of “Duality” by Set It Off play around the room as Two-Face enters the Slaughterhouse. With no fanfare, he walks down to the ring and climbs in.
Somehow, while he was doing so, Corvus has appeared in the ring to stand before him.
“I saw you got our message.” Two-Face growls, his coin flashing in his hand.
“I did.” Corvus confirms. “Unlike others, I know how to listen when I’m given one. Your trail of blood didn’t elude me.”
Two-Face’s scarred side curls into a grin.
“Good.” He says. “We thought about trying to blow you up, but we had a better idea.”
Corvus shakes his head.
“Once again, you make assumptions.” He nods to the coin. “A man in a black hood hands you that coin at Red Snow, tells you that you’re in danger, and what do you?”
The hooded man gestures at the current state of Two-Face.
“You made assumptions. You’re your own worst enemy.”
His anger on full display, Two-Face’s voice lowers to a focused growl.
“You gave us the coin. You tried to kill us. You failed. Now, we will kill you, the coin has already told us.”
Corvus nods, seemingly unshaken by the death threat.
“That was good coin you were handed. Good advice They were meant to change your life. They did, in the end, but not in any way you would have wanted. You still assume I am the hazy hooded man in your nightmares, but the truth of that matters not.”
Two-Face steps forward.
“Liar! Like all of them. Liars. We don’t listen to lies anymore.”
Corvus also steps forward.
“Then let’s do this, then.”
This fight is on.
Can the assassin collect another head, or will the coin come up tails!?
The opening strains of “Duality” by Set It Off play around the room as Two-Face makes his way to the ring with focus and fire in his eyes. There is no playing to the crowd or fanfare of any kind, and once he reaches the ring he climbs in through the ropes and focuses intently on the stage.
“Foreboding” plays and Corvus steps out into The Slaughterhouse. He points his arms to the sky then throws down two smoke bombs. When the smoke clears Corvus has disappeared. Cut to the ring where Corvus has taken a knee on one of the turnbuckles—
TWO-FACE PULLS DOWN ON THE TOP ROPE WHILE STRETCHING!
CORVUS LOSES HIS FOOTING AND GETS CROTCHED!
The fans wince, before directing their ire at Two-Face, who feigns innocence to the referee. The official checks on Corvus, who gingerly steps down onto the canvas. He nods insistently when the ringside EMT asks if he can still compete.
Begrudgingly, the referee calls for the bell…
DING, DING, DING!
Two-Face digs the toes of his loafers into Corvus’ ribs, then dumps him over the ropes! He follows suit, grabbing the assassin’s wrist and lobbing him into the barricade! The Crow staggers forwards, nursing his back—
A STIFF CLOTHESLINE DROPS HIM ONTO THE CONCRETE!
In firm control, the former politician lays the boots into Corvus. He peels him off the floor and sends him packing into the ring apron—
CORVUS LEAPS UP ONTO IT…
TWO-FACE CHARGES IN—
A FLYING KNEE TAKES HIS DAMN HEAD OFF!
The crowd pops for The Shadow Walker, who quickly rolls Two-Face under the ropes. Sliding in after him, Corvus hits the ropes—
He covers him…
Two-Face has plenty of fire left in him. Corvus yanks him to his feet—
TWO-FACE HEADBUTTS HIM IN THE GUT!
Corvus doubles over, spluttering.
TWO-FACE RESTS HIS LEG ON THE BACK OF CORVUS’ NECK…
FLIP THE COI—CORVUS ESCAPES THE OVERDRIVE NECKBREAKER!
TWO-FACE WHEELS ROUND—
The audience gasp as the flash kick echoes around The Slaughterhouse. Two-Face hits the mat, and Corvus drags him into position…
HE SCALES THE TURNBUCKLE!
Bowing his head and crossing his chest, Corvus takes a leap of faith—
SHOOTING STAR PRESS – NEVERMORE!
TWO-FACE GETS HIS KNEES UP!
CORVUS LANDS HARD!
The assassin rolls away, clutching his ribs in agony. Two-Face shoves his forearm into his face and covers him—
The spectators pop as Corvus stays in this! Two-Face climbs to his feet and slaps his hand three times to the referee. He heaves the master of stealth off the canvas and lifts him up…
CORVUS MEETS LADY LUCK – THE JOKER DRIVER!
Two-Face shoots to his feet and runs the referee off furiously! He pulls out his signature coin and flips it – he’s going to put Corvus away once and for all!
He scoops him up—
JUMPING ELBOW STRIKE!
CORVUS HITS THE MURDER OF BLOWS!
Two-Face snaps into the mat. Corvus drags himself up, using the ropes for support. The fans reach a boiling point as The Crow slowly ascends his perch, looking to take flight once more! Standing atop the turnbuckle, he spreads his arms…
SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
TWO-FACE DOESN’T GET HIS KNEES UP THIS TIME!
CORVUS HITS THE NEVERMORE!
He hooks the leg…
Corvus gets to his feet, victorious! He raises a hand in the air, but the official frantically taps him on the shoulder. He turns round—
TWO-FACE HAD HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!
The crowd groan in dismay; this match isn’t over!
Corvus stalks Two-Face as he slowly gets to his feet. He swishes his hand through the air like a knife; Two-Face has been marked!
He leaps up—
ZIG-ZAG – MARKED FOR DEATH!
TWO-FACE HOLDS ONTO THE ROPE!
CORVUS CRACKS INTO THE CANVAS!
The Shadow Walker scrambles to his feet—
TWO-FACE SNATCHES HIM…
SISTER ABIGAIL – HEADS OR TAILS!
REAR NAKED CHOKE!
HE’S GOT THE GARROTTE AROUND THE THROAT OF TWO-FACE—
HE’S TAPPING OUT!
The Crow flips on The Master of Coin.
Banzan is sitting in the halls doing breathing exercises. He is mentally and physically recovering after his match earlier tonight.
Bishop clocks Banzan!
“Get up and stand like the man you claim to be!”
Banzan keeps sitting calmly.
“Get the fuck up!”
Banzan looks up.
“Are you finished?”
“If you get up.”
Banzan stands up.
“Here I am, are you pleased?”
“About damn time.”
“A simple no would have sufficed. Now what’s so important? I thought we were done.”
“We almost were Banzan… almost. You see I thought maybe you weren’t a monster, maybe I could have been wrong. I was hoping I was then I saw Alice tonight. You’re not only a monster… you make them.”
“You taught her many lessons but now it’s our turn to teach you one.”
Low blow by Pyre!
Spear by Bishop!
Bishop drags him to nearby stairs!
Pyre has handcuffs!
She’s handcuffing Banzan to the guardrail!
She begins to speak.
“You see Banzan, centuries ago, magic wasn’t tolerated on this side of the world. Women who were thought to be like me were burned at the stake on the very soil the Slaughterhouse is built on. The ironic thing is the tests they created only killed the ones who weren’t blessed with these abilities. Witches like me, we got to survive and punish those who tried to destroy us. I hope you’re listening to this Bishop because this will be your fate if you ever try to do what Banzan and Alice have tried to do to me.”
“Pour the gasoline on him, Bishop.”
“Gladly, we can’t have his kind walking the earth.”
Bishop pours gasoline all over Banzan’s body!
Pyre snaps her fingers and a flame is in her palm!
“Remember how we told you our target was Alice? We lied, it was so you would focus on her training and forget your own. Now, we have you where we want you.”
She puts the flame right on the gasoline!
The flames go up quick!
Bishop and Pyre just watch appreciating their handiwork.
Banzan is in deep meditation enduring the worst pain of his life.
It’s the sound of a fire extinguisher! It douses the flames and covers Pyre and Bishop!
They’re coughing up a storm and barely able to see!
Sweet Alice levels both of them with the fire extinguisher!
She grabs a set of keys put of Pyre’s pocket and frees Banzan!
She looks down at Pyre!
“It looks like this isn’t over and neither am I. ”
She flashes a devious smile and lifts the fire extinguisher high to bash Pyre’s face in!
Banzan, still strong as ever despite the attack, grabs her hand and pulls her away.
“Not like this. ”
Both of these men seek power greater than the mortal realm has to offer. For Sigil it is the crystals he needs for his collection, while “The Bishop” D’Von Chambers wants to restore divine order to the Universe and wants The reluctant Collector and his ancient wisdom to assist. But who will win the argument tonight?
A portal opens above the ring, Sigil and D’Von tumble through it. Sigil – agile as a cat – lands on his feet, while Chambers hits the mat with a back bump. The Bishop gets to his feet, he’s a little disoriented, scanning his surroundings he notices they are inside The Slaughterhouse ring.
“Wh-What are we doing here?” The Bishop asks.
“I’m going to make sure you don’t bother me anymore,” The Collector spits back.
Sigil charges The Bishop looking immediately for PLANESWALKER but Chambers does enough to get out of the way.
The Realmwalker is all over The Bishop…strike after strike after strike….the flurry of blows connects…
FOR THE COLLECTION!!!
Chambers is backed onto the ropes, Sigil charges…
SIGIL TELEPORTS ONTO THE APRON BEHIND THE BISHOP!!!
REAR CHOKE IS LOCKED IN!!!
Sigil squeezes the pressure but The Bishop summons the strength of his fallen god and drags Sigil over his shoulder into the ring and throws him to the mat. Sigil rises but D’Von is in like a runaway train and puts all of 319lbs into the shoulder charge. The Collector is down, Chambers off the ropes….
BIIIIIIG ELBOW DROP!!!
THE BISHOP COVERS…
Chambers peels Sigil off the mat, two big chops with his meaty hands across The Collector’s bare chest. The Bishop whips Sigil against the ropes, lifting him up into a sidewalk slam. Another cover…
Chambers has control of The Realmwalker here. He’s got him on his feet again and runs him face first into a top turnbuckle. D’Von has Sigil pinned in the corner now, he mounts the second rope.
The Collector falls forward to the mat. Chambers is going to the top rope. He let’s fly…
THE ABSOLUTION OF SIN!!!!
TOP ROPE LEG DROP!!!
The Bishop seeks the pinfall…
Sigil thrusts a shoulder off the mat.
Chambers is on his knees now, his palms together in a silent prayer. Who he is praying to or for is a mystery, but it buys The Collector a moment to roll away and out of the ring. The Bishop snaps out of his supplication and spots Sigil skirting the circumference of the squared circle. He slides out of the ring himself and grabs Sigil from behind but The Collector has set a trap…
CHAMBERS STAGGERS BACK!!!
ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!! FINITE!!!
Sigil’s picture perfect execution has the power to send The Bishop spinning face first into a ring post. The Realmwalker makes haste towards his opponent.
CHOP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!
This sets up the back drop to the knee followed by a flurry of elbows to Chambers…
Sigil has his foe controlled and rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. The Collector is now taking the aerial route himself. He waits for D’Von to rise and then goes into the air.
BODY SPLASH FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
CHAMBERS DRIVES THE REALMWALKER INTO THE MAT!!!
This time no cover from The Bishop though. He makes the sign of the cross and declares the end is nigh. Chambers yanks Sigil off the mat and puts him into the standing headscissors to set up…
The Bishop tries to lift The Collector…
INTO THE CALF CRUSHER!!!
ON WOUNDED LEGS!!!
LOCKED AND LOADED!!!
Sigil cranks the pressure to full power. D’Von is screaming in agony. He puts a hand up.
IS HE GONNA TAP?
But The Bishop locks into that place in his mind where he remembers the gospels and how his saviour suffered on the cross. D’Von focuses on the ropes and tries to inch himself closer. Sigil is trying to restrict Chambers’ movement but he can only do so by sacrificing some of the leverage he has on the submission hold. It’s enough for The Bishop to gets his hands on the bottom ropes.
Chambers uses the ropes to get to his feet, he’s clearly feeling the crush on his lower leg. Slowly he turns back into the middle of the ring…
OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
CATCHING THE BISHOP OFF GUARD!!!
Chambers is spread out on the mat. Sigil covers AND hooks the legs…
The Realmwalker picks up the win inside the hallowed ring of The Slaughterhouse but has he done enough to convince The Bishop to find some other accomplice?
After a grueling contest, D’Von Chambers and Sigil roll to their respective corners, lifting themselves up to a vertical base using the turnbuckle pads.
“I’m not giving up.” Chambers says confidently. “I’m not afraid to fight to achieve my goals.”
“Obviously.” Sigil retorts. “But I fail to see how your dead god is my problem in the slightest.”
Chambers approaches Sigil, who shrugs and also approaches.
“In case you haven’t gotten it through your thick skull,” Sigil begins. “I couldn’t care less about you and whatever cult you fell in with’s mission. My designs are far beyond such frivolities. I am…”
“…am what?” Chambers cuts off, showing some fire. “Running around everywhere you’ve found something important? You keep going backwards when you should be going forwards. Behind you is nothing but shadow, darkness that holds no answers, only more questions. That’s why I’m here. My past is irrelevant, only the future, and what can be achieved, is important.”
Sigil, if we could see, almost seems to have a smile on his face. He nods in appreciation.
“That’s the smartest thing I’ve heard you say, preacher man. To those who don’t realize, darkness can seem like being blind. It’s why I light my way with legacy, because contradicting fools is what I do. It’s why I have become what I have.”
“So you’ll turn away from the darkness and join me in the light?” He queries.
Sigil just laughs.
A portal opens behind D’Von.
“Maybe the darkness will get rid of your unrelenting zeal.”
He pushes him into the portal, and we follow Chambers as he falls backwards into it.
The Viper has hunted the God King for the past month, intent on showing him lessons on humanity that have all backfired. Has Roberts picked a fight that he cannot hope to survive or does he have a trick up his sleeve to take down the monster?
The bell sounds as Darklord rushes forward with almost inhuman speed, bowling into the unsuspecting Viper Roberts with all his force
SENDING HIM FLYING THROUGH THE AIR OVER THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR BELOW WITH A MOTHER FUCKING POUNCE!
The crowd are beside themselves already, calling out ‘HOLY SHIT’ as the God King may have defeated Roberts with a single blow here, Roberts a crumpled broken mess on the concrete floor that hasn’t moved an inch. Darklord eventually moves to continue this contest, stepping over the ropes as he tries to pull Roberts up to his feet who suddenly bursts to life
SLINGSHOTTING DARKLORD’S THROAT ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE!
The God King stumbles on his feet, coughing from the disrupted air as Roberts quickly tries to follow up, grabbing Darklord by the hair and slamming him head first into the steel steps
IT DOES NOTHING!
Darklord just looks up, the steel having no effect on his stone skin as Roberts backs up out of Darklord’s range, quickly rolling himself back into the ring. The Carthian follows, sliding in right into a flurry of stomps from Roberts. Viper pulls Darklord up, still unleashing strike after strike before rushing to the ropes
CLOTHESLINE…DAMN NEAR BOUNCES OFF DARKLORD!
Viper rolls to his feet undeterred, bouncing off the ropes a second time
INTO A MASSIVE BIG BOOT!
That huge strike nearly knocks Roberts out cold as he stumbles up into a flurry of lefts and rights from the Carthian, each blow backed with knockout power before he spins him up and around in the air with a beautiful spinebuster that nearly sends Roberts right through the mat.
Darklord doesn’t cover, instead backing up as the Viper slowly gets to his feet, clutching his back in pain from the spine on the pine as he turns around
KNEEL! Roberts goes flying from that massive Spartan Kick going crashing into the corner turnbuckles before collapsing onto the mat. Darklord calmly walks over, turning Roberts over before dropping down for a casual cover
Roberts just gets the shoulder up, Darklord clearly not fussed as he calmly pulls Roberts up to his feet,
That cloudy substance gets spat into Darklord’s eyes, one of his very few vulnerable areas as the Carthian swings wildly, completely blind walking into the clutches of Roberts who twists his arm behind his back
SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!
Darklord gets dropped to the mat still completely blind as Roberts doesn’t cover, instead pulling Darklord up off the mat.
ODE TO SNAKE! ANOTHER DDT!
Viper holds on, pulling Darklord up once more
ODE TO SNAKE! A THIRD DDT!
SIX FUCKING DDTS!
Viper is relentless here as he pulls Darklord up once more, even the great God King having felt blow after blow as he looks for the kill here
SNAKE BITE! WRAP AROUND NECKBREAKER!
That has to be it as Roberts drops down, hooking the leg for the cover
HARD FUCKING KICKOUT!
Roberts can’t believe it, venom in his eyes as he peels his belt off
AND BEGINS TANNING DARKLORD’S HIDE!
It might not do much damage through that stone skin but Roberts doesn’t care, whipping the God King over and over until the belt snaps in half from the force of the blows. Roberts throws the broken pieces in fury, trying to calm himself down
DARKLORD SITS UP ON THE MAT!
The God King has a look of absolute rage in his eyes, quickly getting to his feet as Roberts turns around into a hand around his throat
Darklord nearly breaks Viper Roberts in half with that monstrous chokeslam as he looks to finish the job once and for all, lifting the broken Roberts up onto his shoulders in the backbreaker position
EVENT…ROBERTS SLIPS OUT, SCHOOL BOY!
ROBERTS HAS THE TIGHTS
The Viper slides out of the ring, a shit eating grin on his face as he celebrates his victory over a furious Darklord who couldn’t overcome the underhanded tactics of the Head Snake here tonight
“… If those clowns think that they got to me, or that they’ve taken out my only form of communication, they’ve got another thing coming.”
The Butcher’s voice, a little garbled from being blared put of the speaker on a phonecall that crackles as the connection cuts in and out a little.
“I told you lads… I will not be intimidated.”
Voynich and Darby Sorrow both sit at a table, the phone in front of them, meeting to discuss their situation. It is Voynich that speaks up.
“Look, boss. We’re not going to win a numbers game here. But we’ve been over that. Neither of us are concerned. Darby and I, we can take these guys two on three.”
The Butcher’s line is silent, so it is Sorrow that jumps in.
“Be smart. Think ahead. We’ve got things under control and there’s no need to be rash.”
Before the Butcher can respond, Sorrow has ended the call. Voynich shoots him a look.
“Was that necessary? How do you think he’s gonna take that after everything he’s been through these last few weeks?”
Sorrow shrugs his shoulders.
“Not my concern. We need to focus. We have a match to win, against all odds. Blood Money Inc. Will not simply roll over, this is going to take some work”
Blood Money Inc have made life a living hell for The Butcher and DOA since the night of Red Snow, forcing all three men underground in BEG’s plan to rule over all. Will OSW have a change of leadership or can DOA fight back against this all powerful foe?
The bell sounds with five competitors inside the arena, Blood Money having the advantage with the Butcher holding back due to his legal issues. Voynich and Sorrow look undeterred, both men coming out flying against all three of Blood Money Inc. Darby taking CXDY down with a flying dropkick before Voynich ducks under a leaping right from Zero, bouncing off the ropes
ISHTAR’S GATE! That massive Lariat nearly decapitates Zero 1-0, both men turning to BEG who pulls both of his employees out of the ring as Blood Money Inc tries to regroup not noticing Darby Sorrow bouncing off the ropes
NO HANDS SUCIDE PLANCHA WIPES OUT BLOOD MONEY INC!
Sorrow rolls to his feet, grabbing hold of CXDY before throwing him into the ring as the match officially begins. Sorrow peppering a dazed CXDY with a flurry of lefts and rights before a leaping knee stuns him on his feet, Sorrow rushing to the ropes, bouncing off as he rolls forward
SORROWFUL LIFE! ROLLING LEAPING CLOTHESLINE!
Darby doesn’t cover, pulling CXDY up to his feet as he leaps up, trying for a Tornado DDT but gets thrown off
LEAPING MID-AIR PUMP KICK!
Darby gets his jaw nearly broken from the force of that kick as he stumbles back up into a flurry of blows, multiple hand slaps and spinning chops but Darby ducks under the roundhouse to the head before delivering one of his own that stuns CXDY. Darby once again rushes to the ropes
TRIPPED UP BY BEG!
Sorrow gets distracted by the dirty tactic from BEG, stopping mid-run as he turns back around
CDXY decimates Darby with a huge running knee to the side of the head out of nowhere, sending Sorrow crashing to the mat before he tags into Zero.
Darby stumbles up to his feet into a pair of bionic fists, metal bouncing off bone before he’s lifted up off his feet with an almost effortless Snap Suplex. Sorrow slowly gets up right into the path of a running Zero
FIREWALL! BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!
Zero takes Sorrow’s head off with that huge clothesline but he doesn’t follow up, instead tagging back out to CXDY who immediately rushes in, taking Sorrow down with a huge sliding D Clothesline. CXDY stays down, raining down hard punches to the unprotected skull of Sorrow before lifting him up off his feet and hoisting him onto his shoulders
FIREMAN’S CARRY FINLAY ROLL….DOUBLE JUMP MOONSAULT THAT’S PERFECTLY EXECUTED!
CXDY looks to go for the cover there but turns his attention to BEG who simply signals to tag in, as the Reflection obliges. BEG slowly swaggers in before dropping down for a lazy cover
Darby gets the shoulder up but BEG transitions it into a seated sleeper, trying to choke out the Immortal but Sorrow is tougher than that, continuing to fight out of it as he struggles to his feet,
Sorrow breaks free of BEG’s hold, stunning Berkshire for a moment as he leaps to his feet, trying to tag out
VOYNICH GETS PULLED OFF THE APRON!
The Best Kept Secret lands on his feet outside but not for long as he’s spun around by Zero and grabbed by the throat,
ABSOLUTE ZERO ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
Sorrow looks in disbelief as he gets dropped by a hard kick to the leg
BULLDOG…CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK!
BEG drops Sorrow but doesn’t go for the Crisis, instead motioning for CXDY and Zero to get back into the ring. All three men begin beating down on the fallen Sorrow, Revivaling his ass with a flurry of stomps before Zero pulls Sorrow up onto his shoulders as CXY gets up onto the top rope
CPU DRIVER….CARPE OMNIA….WALL STREET MASSACRE!
Sorrow looks out cold from that tag team maneuver as BEG with a shit eating grin on his face drops down for the cover
VOYNICH BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!
Last second save from Voynich here but it doesn’t make much difference as BEG gets to his feet and Blood Money Inc begin Revivaling him instead. Both member of DOA are beaten down into the mat as Zero locks Voynich into a Bionic Arm Choke while BEG drops down
FINANCIAL CRISIS ON DARBY SORROW!
This has to be it as Blood Money Inc choke out the last little flickers of fight from DOA before we hear a loud booming voice over the loud speaker
I don’t think so , you cunts
I don’t know what you had in mind, but here we stand on opposing sides
The lights go out for a moment and as they turn on, The goddamn Butcher is in the ring. With one monsterous hand, he grabs Zero and throws his ass out of the ring before drilling BEG in the back of the head with a stomp, breaking up the crossface. CXDY spins the Butcher around, laying into him with lefts and rights that Big Colin just takes
MEAT HOOK! Big right hand knocks CXDY out cold as Perfection rolls to the outside.
Zero gets back in, unleashing his bionic arm against The Butcher which drives the big man back a few steps, FIREWALL! The Bionic Clothesline bounces the Butcher off the ropes as he rebounds
WITH ANOTHER MEAT HOOK! Another huge right hand sends Zero stumbling back out of the ring to see CXDY.
BEG gets to his feet, looking up to see the Butcher as he tries to run away but gets stopped by Voynich. BEG rushes the other way but bumps into Darby as DOA have BEG cornered. Darby and Voynich begin laying into BEG, Sorrow nearly taking his head off with a massive superkick that leaves BEG out on his feet while Voynich and The Butcher back up.
DEAD ON A FUCKING ARRIVAL!
BEG looks bloody out of it, Voynich rolls to the outside, pulling CXDY and Zero up to their feet as Darby climbs up to the top rope
COFFIN DROP TO THE OUTSIDE WIPING OUT ALL FOUR MEN!
The Butcher has BEG all to himself as he slowly stalks the rising Berkshire before lifting him up into the air
LOCKING IN THE TENDERIZER!
The Butcher crushes BEG’s ribs with that deadly Bear Hug as BEG quickly screams he gives up!
DOA do it, Voynich and Sorrow weathering the triple team that allowed the Butcher to come in to save the day as they get a measure of revenge for the month of hell Blood Money Inc gave them.
The mother of all staredowns. Six men stand eyeball to eyeball. Two groups, with neither DOA nor BMI looking like they are giving an inch any time soon. The battle may be over, but there’s sure as hell going to be a war any time soon.
That is, until BEG’s face cracks into a the sickest of sadistic smiles. He is the first to back off, barking for a microphone from ringside.
“You’re a passionate man, Colin Cartwright. Easily predictable.”
As if on cue, both Zero-1-0 and CXDY back away from their rivals to join BEG as the leader of Blood Money Inc. continues his gloating.
“When you went underground, I knew I’d have two options. To drag you out, or to wait until you couldn’t bloody help yourself any more.” He slaps CXDY across the back. “And frankly, I didn’t really fancy getting my feet covered in shit down in those sewers.”
He sniffs the air about Butcher, feigning a horrified response. But the time for talk seems to be over. He beckons towards the entrance stage.
“I knew you’d show up tonight, you fool. So we brought ourselves some friends.”
In the next moment, the ring is swamped by a horde of police officers. They come from every which angle, blocking each of the Butcher’s escape routes and advancing on the ring. BEG has never seemed happier with himself than the look on his face within this moment as he captures the fall of the Butcher at his own hand.
“Officers…. Arrest that man!”
It must be a dozen officers that swarm the ring as one. But DOA have no intentions of letting the Butcher go quietly. As a single unit, they begin laying waste to officers like nameless extras in a movie.
BAM! DOWN GOES ANOTHER!
BAM! DONE GOES ONE MORE!
THE BUTCHER IS FIGHTING HIS WAY TO FREEDOM!
Voynich and Darby Sorrow are soon isolated in the ring, with a flurry of police keeping them at bay. The Butcher, launches himself from the ring apron to a horde of police at ringside, before laying waste to ten more up the entranceway.
COLIN IS GOING BALLISTIC! BERKSHIRE CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT HE’S SEEING!
THE BUTCHER MUST HAVE TAKEN OUT THIRTY OFFICERS IN HIS QUEST FOR FREEDOM!
AND HE’S GOING TO GET FREE!
Cue another shiteating grin from BEG.
The guitar riff of “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Ozborne hits in the darkness.
When the lights return, Butcher’s path to freedom is blocked by ONE MAN…
ALBERT FUCKING SHAW!
GBH! THE FUCKING KICK NEARLY TOOK THE BUTCHER’S HEAD OFF!
ALBERT SHAW JUST LEVELLED THE BUTCHER!
The remainder of Blood Money Inc make their way up the ramp to help out their new recruit, dragging what remains of New York’s police force in toe to finally get the cuffs on Colin Cartwright.
With the Guv’Nor continuing to pummel down hammer blows on the KOed Butcher, it is not much fuss to slap the cuffs on him and watch as three officers finally drag his lifeless carcass away.
The Butcher has been arrested!
Rage and hatred emanate from both Storm and Williams, neither man looking to give in as they face their worst nightmare.
Sandman braces for impact as Storm and Williams fly forwards with blazing offense! Rights, lefts, elbows, forearms, kicks, and chops all clobber into Sandman at lightning speed! His body lurches with each strike, pummeling him into the wall with unmatched ferocity!
DOUBLE SUPLEX RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE CELL!
The fight has just started and Sandman is somehow on the losing side of it! Storm looks to Ash, both men nodding as they peel him up off of the ground! They shove him back with a double punch to the face!
LIGHTNING STRIKE FROM STORM!
BOOMSTICK FROM ASH!
SANDMAN CAUGHT LUKE’S FOOT! HE SMACKED AWAY ASH’S ARM! THE NIGHTMARE DEMON YANKS BOTH MEN IN CLOSE AND HITS THE DEEP SLEEP! DOUBLE END OF DAYS PUTS THEM IN THE FUCKING DIRT!
Sandman is quick to his feet, grabbing Storm by his clothing and flinging him right into the cell wall with pure force! Hairline cracks appear across the stone and The Demon turns to Ash, peeling him up off of the ground and slamming him right back down with an earth shattering powerbomb!
Ash looks out of it as Sandman approaches Luke, grabbing his hair and slamming him face first into the wall! More cracks race across its surface and Storm is too weak to fight back effectively as Sandman begins to slam his head into the wall!
BLOOD IS COATING THE FUCKING WALL! BUT LUKE STORM IS STILL HOLDING ON! HE REFUSES TO DIE!
Two determined hands press into the wall, stopping the beating, blood leaking from his nose, his mouth, and his busted forehead! Elbow to Sandman’s midsection! Another! Another! He pushes Sandman off of him! But Storm can’t get to his feet and Sandman is coming again!
INTO A DROP TOE HOLD BY STORM! SANDMAN’S HEAD SLAMS INTO LUKE’S BLOODIED IMPRINT!
THE NIGHTMARE TRIES TO GET TO HIS FEET- NO! BOOMSTICK! ASH IS UP AND A BOOMSTICK TO THE BACK OF THE FUCKING SKULL FORCES SANDMAN’S HEAD RIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING WALL!
Dust kicks up into the air and Sandman is limp where he lies inside the newly created hole! Ash helps Storm to his feet and both men take a moment to gather their thoughts before grabbing hold of Sandman, yanking him from the wall and throwing him into the center of the cell with their combined strength!
But, despite all the beatings he received, Sandman is still getting up!
AND HE DELIVERS A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE TO ASH!
Williams was closest and took the blow for it! Luke leaps at Sandman, eyes full of rage as he lays into the creature with a combination of punches that would drop any normal man!
SAND TO THE EYES FROM SANDMAN! PURPLE SAND?
Luke stumbles back, his face contorting from one of rage to one of pure…
Tears stream down his face as he falls to his knees, looking at something inside of his own mind, something we can’t even see!
He reaches out at nothing, frozen in place by his own inner thoughts caused by Sandman’s special sand. The creature merely laughs as he turns around to see Ash rising to his feet! Massive right hand to Sandman’s jaw! The creature stumbles backwards and Ash yanks him in for a massive belly-to-belly suplex!
He’s quick to get to his feet, waiting for Sandman to rise!
KICK TO THE GUT! SPINNING PILEDRIVER! HAIL TO THE FUCKING KING, BABY!
SANDMAN’S SKULL CRACKS AGAINST THE FLOOR WITH THE SICKENING SOUND OF FRACTURED BONE!
Ash kicks the demon away, turning and heading back towards Luke, the Chosen One shaking Storm, yelling at him to try and get his attention! But Storm doesn’t seem to budge no matter what Ash tries!
A massive right from Ash doesn’t even cause Luke to flinch! Williams is all out of ideas when Sandman grabs him from behind! How is he still standing!?
GERMAN SUPLEX FROM SANDMAN! ASH FLIES ACROSS THE ROOM AND LANDS NECK FIRST AGAINST THE FAR WALL!
A yell of agony escapes his mouth as Ash slowly tries to get to his feet, feeling his spine crumple from the impact! He slowly tries to get to his feet just to look up to Sandman! Williams fires forward a volley of blows towards his opponent, trying to fight to his feet only for Sandman to trade blows right back!
Rights! Lefts! Rights! Lefts!
Every shot lands flush but Ash is on the losing end as he keeps getting forced down onto his knees!
KNEE TO THE FACE!
Blood sprays from Ash’s nose as Sandman nails him with all of it! Ash can’t even see straight and Sandman grabs one of the chains that formerly contained this man! He rips it off of the fucking wall with ease!
AND HE WRAPS IT AROUND ASH’S FUCKING NECK!
SANDMAN PULLS TIGHT ON BOTH ENDS AND THE CHOSEN ONE’S EYES ROLL BACK INTO HIS HEAD AS SANDMAN TRIES TO CRUSH HIS FUCKING LARYNX! HE CAN’T BREATHE! THE LIFE IS LEAVING ASH’S EYES!
CINDERBLOCK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
ANOTHER STRIKE WITH THE CEMENT BLOCK TURNS IT TO DUST AND MAKES SANDMAN TURN AROUND! LUKE STORM IS READY TO FIGHT!
Tears still stain his face, but Storm has fought off the effects of the sand and Sandman looks utterly shocked! The Stormborn lashes out!
LIGHTNING STRIKE! SUPERKICK TO SANDMAN KNOCKS HIS HEAD INTO THE WALL!
He stumbles forward-
AND INTO A JUMPING IMPLANT DDT! JESUS CHRIST! SANDMAN JUST GOT DROPPED WITH THE NEVERMIND! THE NEVER FUCKING MIND!
Shades of Edward Newton’s former finisher plants Sandman firmly in the ground as Luke doesn’t relent with his rage! He lashes out with a flurry of kicks and stomps to the back of Sandman’s head, trying everything he can to knock this big bastard out! He looks to Ash, helping Williams to his feet and both men lay into Sandman together!
Ash peels him off of the ground! They lift him high into the air together!
EVERYTHING GOES DARK IN THE CELL! WE CAN’T SEE A DAMN THING UNTIL LIGHT ONCE AGAIN FINDS ITS WAY INSIDE!
Ash and Luke look around in shock only for Sandman to be standing right behind them!
HE SLAPS A HAND AROUND EITHER ONE’S THROAT! DOUBLE CHOKE SLAM TO STORM AND WILLIAMS!
Their bodies bounce off of the floor, a cloud of dust kicked up in their wake! The sounds of wheezing come from Storm’s mouth, blood pouring forth as he tries to still get to his feet! Can nothing keep this man down!?
He claws at Sandman’s leg, slowly using it to crawl up his calf! He keeps trying to punch but his body is battered and broken! Sandman looks down at him, then reaches into his back pocket.
And pulls out pliers.
Those God damn pliers.
STRIKE TO THE TEMPLE WITH THE PLIERS! BLOOD GUSHES FROM THE NEW WOUND! BUT STORM REFUSES TO LET GO! ANOTHER STRIKE! ANOTHER!
GIVE UP STORM!
GIVE UP BEFORE YOU DIE!
SANDMAN GOES FOR ANOTHER STRIKE- ASH CATCHES THE HAND! HE GRABS THE PLIERS AND PEELS THEM FROM SANDMAN’S HANDS!
PLIERS TO THE EYE! ASH JUST STUCK THE PLIERS IN SANDMAN’S FUCKING EYE!
The Dream Demon lets out a terrifying wail as he stumbles back, yanking the tool from his face and dropping it to the ground! Storm is laying in a pile of blood and Ash refuses to say die!
BOOMSTICK! SUPERMAN PUNCH TO SANDMAN!
The Night Terror gets sent reeling backwards! Ash leaps again!
AND INTO SANDMAN’S HANDS! FORTY WINKS! BOTH THUMBS ARE DRIVEN INTO ASH’S EYES!
Williams lets out screeches of raw agony as he tries to fight free of Sandman’s grasp! But it’s no use! He can’t hold on! Sandman violently shakes Williams from side to side, watching him go limp as he throws him on top of Storm!
The creature slowly approaches them, grabbing hold of either one and lifting them up! He heaves both onto his shoulders, hooking a leg from either one!
Oh God no.
DOUBLE FUCKING KINNIKU BUSTER! SLEEP PARALYSIS TO BOTH MEN! KILL IT WITH FUCKING FIRE! THE SOUND OF A SICKENING CRUNCH ECHOES THROUGH THE CELL AS THEY LIMPLY FALL OFF OF HIS SHOULDERS!
Storm is down.
Ash is motionless.
And Sandman stands tall.
He ominously begins to approach, when Jessie Williams steps out of the shadows.
“I promised myself I’d give my friend the burial he deserved.”
The Sandman doesn’t understand.
“But I couldn’t do that without saving everyone in here first. Whilst you were fighting, I got everyone out of here.”
The Monster growls deeply, stepping towards Jessie.
“I’d think about that for a second, if I were you,” he reminds him. “If no-one is hooked up to Lucid Falls, how do you think Sandy Rogers fairs? Besides, I brought a little something extra.”
Jessie Williams, carry a sizable rutsack, trapes through the woods in the direction of Sandman’s dungeon. Behind him and looking relatively fragile is none other than Luke Storm.
The Sandman tilts his head.
As Luke and Ashley fight, Jessie Williams is carefully planting explosives around the dungeon.
Suddenly, the OSW Champion is gone.
Jessie quickly rushes to rouse his dad and Storm, demanding they get back to their feet.
“We’ve gotta go,” he yells. “NOW!”
All three make a b-line towards the exit, rushing outside.
Just as they leave, an explosion rocks the entire dungeon, sending plumes of smoke and rubble out into the sky.
Luke, Ash and Jessie barely escape, diving to their safety in the nick of time.
The Tempest can’t believe it. He angrily gets back to his feet and grabs Jessie, slamming him backwards with a Headbutt.
He pushes forward, grabbing him with two hands around the throat and strangling.
“That was my only fucking lead,” he screams.
ASH WILLIAMS WITH A BOOMSTICK TO STORM!
Luke falls to the floor in a heap as Jessie coughs, holding his throat.
“You can’t help but make friends, can you son?” Ash says with a wry smile. “You’re going to have to take care of him,” he says pointing to the prone Luke Storm. “If I go after Sandman, can you handle it?”
The sound of a man struggling with all his might is the first thing we can hear as we fade into a darkened cellar. It’s not entirely dark – there’s a light from a single bulb in the middle of the room.
Beneath it is an exhausted D’von Chambers. As if fighting Sigil earlier wasn’t enough, he’s now held hostage by the man he thought could lead him to answers.
“Why’re you doing this?” He begs.
Sigil ignores him at first. He’s busy preparing something on a counter just in view of us. Eventually, he slowly enters the frame, carrying a large golden bowl.
“As I hunted for the crystal, it dawned on me,” Sigil says whilst placing the bowl on a make shift altar before them. “What I wanted was never where I thought it was; how could it be?”
Chambers brow furrows. He has no idea what’s going on.
“I needed to look somewhere else, somewhere no-one in my position would dare go,” he admits, picking up the bowl. He brandishes a knife from his waistband and walks over with both in hand.
“W-What are you going to do with that?” D’von stammers, terrified.
“I don’t need a lot,” Sigil says calmly. “But unfortunately, not many people have what I need. You’re in the minority, D’von and this,” he pauses, holding the knife up. “Well, this is going to hurt.”
He suddenly and quickly draws the knife down the forearm of Chambers, placing the golden bowl beneath it to capture the blood as it pours out. D’von screams in agony, but he’s tied firmly to his chair.
As the blood trickles into the bowl, Sigil moves to the other arm and does the same, drawing the knife down his forearm until blood pours into the capture bowl below.
Poor D’von nearly passes out.
“Please, don’t kill me,” he pleads one last time.
Sigil lifts his chin with a hand.
“I’m not going to kill you,” he announces. “I just need a piece of you.”
As Chambers fades into unconsciousness, Sigil takes the bowl and walks it back to the make-shift altar. He places it on the stand and reaches inside his pocket, pulling out a yellow crystal.
The Reality Crystal.
He carefully places it into the bowl of blood and watches as the red slowly covers it, creating an orange hue than emanates from the bowl.
Explosions rock the entire cellar, shaking it so hard that dust particles begin falling in each and every direction. Sigil almost falls over but manages to steady himself just in time.
He quickly rushes towards the cellar doors, pushing them open so that he can see outside.
What he sees is utterly astonishing.
The once blue sky is red.
Fire shoots across it, being met by a pale white light – the two forces meeting thunderously with a rapturous sound that echoes throughout the air.
Another clap of thunder and lightning roar.
There’s the sound of fighting.
Smoke begins filling the air around him. Sigil doesn’t know what to do; he doesn’t know where to go.
What reality is this?
What has he done?