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Click.

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

We open to see Corvus’ compound, yet Corvus is nowhere to be found. Instead, we find Sigil pacing about, overturning things as if playing a game of hide and seek. Everything about Sigil’s demeanour suggests he is becoming increasingly frustrated.

“Where are you?”

But there is no reply, only his own voice echoing about the otherwise deserted compound.

“Corvus?”

No reply.

Sigil growls in frustration as he kicks open yet another door. He finds himself in a small room with a stone slab bench in the centre. There is no Corvus here either, but carefully laid out on the stone slab is Corvus’ mask, his hood and his equipment.

“Shit. This can’t be good.”

Sigil inspects the gear for a moment before leaving the room, and portalling the hell outta the compound.

Covus is nowhere to be found.

Cut.

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The Keeper of Fate faces the man she believes defies it! Can Chronoa truly force the Mountain to show her the way? Or will she simply find herself hurt as he promised?

The Harbinger of Fate stalks around Banzan, The Mountain following her as best he can before Chronoa rushes in with a massive clothesline that bounces off of Banzan! The monk grabs her in a collar and elbow tie up before pulling her into a massive belly-to-belly suplex that plants her in the center of the ring! Banzan steps over Chronoa and raises his arm to the air before punching down with a stone splitting strike that cracks into Chronoa’s chest! The Mountain lifts her up!

AND HITS THE DUKKHA- NO! CHRONOA NAILS A STIFF FOREARM! IMPLANT DDT! THE PANDEMONIUM CURSE BY CHRONOA!

Eversor hits him hard and fast as she pins!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! THAT MOVE NEARLY PUT BANZAN DOWN EARLY!

Banzan tries to rise to his feet but Chronoa refuses to let him up without a fight! The Mistress of Chaos lays into him with knees, forearms, and chops in a seemingly futile attempt to keep Banzan on the mat! She knows he’s not gonna stay down without a fight and hits the ropes!

SPRINGBOARD FOREARM! BURNING FLIGHT CATCHES BANZAN IN THE TEMPLE!

BUT HE”S STILL STANDING!

Chronoa can barely believe it!

SPINNING ENZU LARIAT! FAILED JUSTICE ALSO FAILS AT KNOCKING BANZAN OFF OF HIS FEET! HE’S STUMBLING BUT WHAT’S IT GOING TO TAKE TO PUT HIM DOWN!?

TWISTED SMILE! SPINNING HEEL KICK- NO! BANZAN CATCHES THE FOOT!

He pulls Chronoa into a headbutt before grabbing around her waist!

DUKKHA! SAITO SUPLEX FUCKING PLANTS CHRONOA!

DUKKHA!

DUKKHA!

SUFFERING EXISTS THRICE FOR THE HARBINGER AS THREE MASSIVE SUPLEXES LEAVE A CHRONOA SHAPED DENT IN THE MAT!

As Banzan lets go on the last suplex he finds himself on the ground next to his opponent, the onslaught of blows finally catching up to him as he slowly tried to get to his feet! He grabs the ropes, using them to steady himself when Chronoa tries to roll him up from behind! But he holds onto the ropes and uses his hips to force her off! Chronoa rises up as Banzan pushes himself off of the ropes and nails her with a massive clothesline! He peels her up and whips her into the ropes!

RUNNING BODY SPLASH!

NO! BIG BOOT CATCHES A RUNNING BANZAN IN THE JAW!

The Harbinger rises to the second turnbuckle as Banzan shakes the cobwebs!

LEAPING DDT!- NO! BANZAN CATCHES HER AND RUNS HER BACK FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

The Mountain nails a harsh headbutt before wrapping his hands around Chronoa’s neck and flinging her across the ring with a biel toss! The Mistress of Chaos finds a hard time getting up as Banzan approaches her with massive footsteps!

MAGGA! MASSIVE FUCKING KINSHASA RIGHTO THE SKULL!

CHRONOA DUCKS IT! SHE PULLS DOWN THE ROPE AND BANZAN TUMBLES OVER ONTO THE APRON!

The monk rises to his feet as Chronoa once again rains down powerful strikes to Banzan, the Mountain finally worn down as each blow finally begins to stagger him! She gets onto the second rope again and grabs him!

THERE’S NO WAY SHE CAN DO THIS!

BUT SHE CAN!

CHRONOA USES ALL OF HER STRENGTH AND LIFTS BANZAN OVERHEAD WITH A SUPLEX TO THE INSIDE OF THE RING FROM THE APRON! BOTH COMPETITORS ARE DOWN!

Neither of them moves for a moment before both begin to stir! Chronoa gets to her feet but turns around to Banzan rushing the ropes!

MAGGA! THE KINSHASA TAKES HER FUCKING HEAD OFF! CHRONOA GOES LIMP ONTHE MAT AS BANZAN COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

THERE WAS NO FIGHT LEFT! BANZAN HAS IT!

This fight was brutal, but in the end not even fate can bring down The Mountain!

[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#ea5702″ color=”#000000″]  WINNER: BANZAN  [/edgtf_highlight]

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Elsewhere.

It seems the past several days have been hectic for The Impaler, as he’s been tracking down Kaine Knightlord after their encounter at Wrestling Gold II.

A reversal of roles, in which the champion has taken to what amounts to detective work of his own.

Searching for a better understanding of his target, who has grown to such levels of power that it took the champ by surprise in their first encounter.

Questions raised of where Kaine’s newfound power came from have only led to dead ends, but Legion presses on all the same.

As a strange, curious week comes to a close, we find ourselves miles away from the Slaughterhouse, where we find The Impaler resigning himself to having to face this new beast directly.

Legion knows he cannot run from the task given to him.

It’s a test of strength, one that he must not fail.

“There’s no time to waste. Whatever must be done, Kaine must be dealt with…put down, if I must.”

Taking a moment to process this, The Impaler nods to himself in acknowledgement as he steps away, making his journey back to the place where he must engage in this battle, a clash of titans with his Double Feature Championship up for grabs…and, perhaps, Legion’s power.

Unbeknownst to the champ, however, he is being watched from a distance.

A reversal of roles from weeks prior, as the one watching him is none other than Kaine Knightlord.

Looking as angry as ever, as hungry as ever.

Eventually, the snarl is replaced with a full-on smirk.

The hunt is on…and the Double Feature Champion is the prey.

Cut.

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The action returns to the ring now, where Vayikra stand proudly, intensely glaring at the entrance ramp.

“We know you’re back there,” shouts Sir Renault. “Cowardice is a terrible sin, come out and face us.”

The crowd pops as Jet Set Radio appear from the back to the sound of “We Won’t Cooperate” by The Bad Randoms.

“Cowardice?” Wiz begins. “Dawg, you wouldn’t know cowardice if it pulled a rad kickflip off your face.”

“Nah-ah, we’re doing the talking,” Sir Gable interrupts now. “We don’t have time for this.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world, fellas. I’m going to savour you like a thanksgiving feast.” Ether says, almost drooling at the mention of food.

“The roster needs cleansing, and you will not stop us,” Sir Bellator chimes in.

“Cleansing?” Tag practically spits. “Like we’re some dirt on your shoe. Like you cleansed Starboy? Like you want to cleanse everyone who doesn’t agree with your narrow minded piece of shit take on the world?”

He starts to walk closer to the ring, clearly incensed.

“You are the cowards. You know that, right? You take one look at people like me, and people like The Rainbow Party, and you’re scared. You’re scared you might be wrong, and that Yahweh doesn’t give two shits about who fucks who, and that all of this might be for nothing. Guess what. He doesn’t, and it is. No rapture for you. Done.”

“Clearly you are not open to having your minds changed and opening yourself up to Yahweh, completely.” Sir Renault says, matter of factly. “Yahweh will return soon, once Sigil is destroyed. We do not have time to cleanse you nicely. Things are urgent, this is the end of the line. We’re ready to show just how deep our faith runs – why don’t you get in this ring and prove us wrong?”

Jet Set Radio, pumped by Tag’s energy, storm towards the ring, ready to start the match!

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The zealots have moved onto their next targets in these three colorful punks. Will the degenerates be made to repent for their sins, or will Jet Set Radio ruin Vayikra’s plans and fuck their world up in the process?

Sir Gable and Wiz tie up collar and elbow to start off— Gable with a big takedown, dropping Wiz onto his stomach! Gable mounts Wiz and spins around ontop of him to show off his Olympic prowess, much to the chagrin of Wiz!

Sir Bellator and Sir Renault obnoxiously clap for Gable on the apron as Sir Vant praises Yahweh from the outside.

Tag and Ether shout some encouragement to Wiz who, with a wink and a nod, looks back to his pals as if to say, “I got this.”

Gable and Wiz tie up again. Gable transitions to a back grapple and lifts Wiz up, arching back—

GERMAN SUPLEX—

BUT WIZ BACKFLIPS ONTO HIS FEET!!

Wiz now with the back grapple on Gable. Standing switch by Gable— standing switch by Wiz! Wiz makes a funky noise and sidesteps Gable into a Russian Leg Sweep—

NO! BIG LARIAT BY GABLE!

Gable points down at Wiz and shouts, “ABOMINATION!” Wiz looks around kinda confused by Gable’s tone, but before he can protest Gable rolls Wiz onto his back and deadlifts him up and over his head—

GERMAN SUPLEX!

Gable rolls Wiz through and hoists him up again—

ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!!

GABLE IS GOING FOR THE TEN COMMANDMENTS!!

Gable rolls Wiz through but this time Wiz breaks Gable’s grasp on him and floats over and around Gable—

THE BOOM BOOM!!

FLOAT-OVER DDT!!

Wiz continues his momentum, Irish whipping Gable into the ropes just as he gets to his feet. Gable bounds off the ropes and charges Wiz full speed with a massive spear attempt that Wiz manages to jump over! Gable hangs himself up on the middle rope and bounces back to the middle of the ring right into a flying set of knees to the face—

THE COSMO PLANE!!

Wiz somersaults to his corner and tags in a very patiently-waiting hungry girl.

IT’S FEAST TIME FOR ETHER!

She skates at top speed right at Gable and stomps her feet right onto his chest—

RIDE THE SKY, DADDY!!

Gable rigors in pain from that double stomp, rolling to the ropes as Ether stalks him from behind.

“TIME FOR SOME CAEL SALAD!” she taunts as Gable turns into her shoving her foot into his face—

But Gable counters, yanking her roller skate right off and rolling her onto her stomach—

ANKLE LOCK!!

GABLE HAS A DEATH LOCK ON ETHER’S FOOT!!

Ether rolls through and launches Gable over the top—

BUT GABLE HANGS ON!!

He grapevines the leg, grounding Ether in the middle of the ring in no man’s land! Sir Vant is commanding Ether to tap out to the Lord, and she reaches up—

STAR FADE ONTO GABLE!!

TAG BROKE IT UP WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE HEAVENS!!

Vayikra protests from the apron as the ref ushers a negotiating Tag back to his corner. Gable manages to drag Ether to his corner and holds out his hand—

In tags Sir Bellator…

GERMAN SUPLEX BY GABLE!!

Bellator tags Renault in, then grapples Ether from behind—

HALF AND HALF SUPLEX BY BELLATOR!!

By the father, then the son, and now the Holy Spirit—

RENAULT DRILLS ETHER WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX!!

THE HOLY TRINITY!!!

“AMEN!” shouts Sir Vant as Renault bridges into a pin—

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THR—

BIG KICKOUT BY ETHER!!

Renault shakes his head in disbelief, but Sir Vant calls something out in Hebrew, giving him the guidance he needed.

Renault tags in Gable who tags in Bellator. Renault and Bellator lift Ether into a reverse crucifix as Gable bounds off the ropes and back to Ether—

GOLD RUSH!!

NO!!

ETHER NARROWLY AVOIDS THE ROSARY!!

She flips herself up and out of Vayikra’s grasp, lands on the mat and backpedals right into—

A HOT TAG!!

FROM TAG!!

Tag storms the ring and drills Renault with a bicycle kick—

FIVE STAR FACIAL!!

Ether shoves her one remaining rollerskate into Gable’s face and yanks his arm down with her as Tag leapfrogs Gable from behind into a Fameasser—

NO COMPLY!!

FUCK YA FACE!!

POP SHOVED IT!!!

SWEET REVENGE FOR ETHER!!!

Meanwhile Wiz inexplicably has taken to the air off the top turnbuckle towards Bellator—

TOP ROPE BACKFLIP SPLASH!!

BOOTSY CONNECTION—

ONTO NO ONE!!

Bellator sidestepped Wiz at the last moment, and Wiz crashed and burned like an asteroid coming straight down to Earth.

Bellator grapples Ether around the chest and pulls her beside him—

STANDING SPANISH FLY??

YES!!

IMPERTIO TO ETHER!!

Bellator stares into the cam and performs the sign of the cross before Sir Vant calls out another order from ringside.

GOLD RUSH OUTTA NOWHERE FROM GABLE TO TAG!!

Vayikra clean the ring of Wiz and Ether as Bellator lifts Tag up high into a crucifix. Renault climbs the closest turnbuckle and latches onto Tag in a crucifix on his shoulders. Meanwhile, Gable climbs the opposite turnbuckle and taunts the crowd with his arms out straight to the sides as Bellator walks across the ring like Jesus…

SPEAR OFF THE TOP ROPE—

RAZOR’S EDGE—

CRUCIFIX DRIVER COMBO!!!

CRUCIFIIIIIIIIIIED!!!!!!!

Bellator rolls tag into an Altar Boy pin—

ONE!

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TWO!!

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TAG HAS BEEN SACRIFICED TO YAHWEH!!!

THREE!!!

One sacrifice closer to the return of Yahweh, Vayikra gets the big trios victory tonight!

[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#ea5702″ color=”#000000″]  WINNER: VAYIKRA  [/edgtf_highlight]

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Vigour stands in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand as he addresses the audience, looking determined as ever. “Tonight, I’m  faced with the challenge of taking on Goro Nakamura. But before him and I meet, I want the world to know why we’re doing this. I’m taking on Goro because-” The sound of motorcycles cut the Enigma off as The Iron Order pour out into the arena! They surround the ring in short order, Vigour immediately looking ready for a fight! However, Rezin and his brood do not enter the ring. Instead, the opening of “Majinahanashi” by Hideyoshi plays through the arena.

Goro Nakamura is here.

The Dragon walks to the ring from the entrance, a member of the order holding the ropes open for him to enter the ring. He has a microphone himself, bringing it to his lips with an unmatched stoicism. “They know why you are here, Vigour. I commend you trying to get them on your side, of course. But do not try to make this seem like anything more than a simple business transaction.”

The crowd boos, Goro looking to them and merely shaking his head as a smirk spreads across his face.

“Goro,” Vigour starts, sneering back at the CEO. “This is more than business. This is about the future of Earth, the future of me, them, and even you. You don’t understand the importance-”

“Do not speak to me of importance, Vigour. I know of fear, I know of the terror within an uncertain future. No matter the outcome of our match, the outcome of what you wished to warn us of. Me and my company will endure. We will survive.” Goro looks to his men, making a motion to them, the Iron Order mounting their bikes and leaving the ringside, much to the surprise of Vigour.

“We are inevitable. If you want my help, show me you deserve my help.”

Goro tosses his mic to the side, getting in his corner as he waits for the bell! The match is about to start right now!

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The Expression Incarnate may be the only thing standing in the way of Earth’s complete destruction but to do so, he needs help from the most powerful and Nakamura Enterprizes may well give him what he needs..but it will only come at a heavy cost. Can Vigour prove himself against a truly powerful foe to gain the strength he needs or will he be just another lab rat for an almighty corporation?

The bell sounds as Goro rushes forward, trying for a running Lariat but Vigour slides underneath, kipping up as he delivers a huge Pele kick to the back of Nakamura’s head. Goro barely staggers forward as Vigour rushes him, peppering him loose and fast, dodging and ducking as he uses his superior strength to try and run circles around the much larger man.

Vigour leaps up with a high dropkick to the chin that stumbles Goro back before flipping up with a second one right as his feet hit the mat. A third that’s more of a flip kick to the jaw as the Dragon stumbles into the ropes, eyes slightly gazed over before Vigour leaps onto the apron on the other side of the ring, pulling the ropes back almost like a slingshot

BEFORE SPRINGBOARDING FORWARD WITH A TORPEDO HEADBUTT TO THE MIDSECTION!

Vigour is like a bullet to the Dragon’s midsection as Nakamura tumbles through the ropes to the floor below. Goro staggering away as he tries to shake the cobwebs, resting for a moment with one hand on the stairs as Vigour rolls out, sizing up Goro for a moment before rushing forward as he dives through the second ropes

PLANTING NAKAMURA INTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR WITH A SPINNING TORNADO DDT!

The crowd roar in approval as Vigour pulls Nakamura up, quickly rolling him into the ring before leaping up to the top rope as he dives off

WITH A SPLASH OF COLOUR! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!

That may well be it there as Vigour drops down for the cover

ONE

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GORO POWERS THE FUCK OUT! 

The Dragon throws Vigour clean across the ring with that kick out but Vigour manages to roll through to his feet as he leaps up to the ropes, springboarding off once more as he leaps at the Dragon

BUT HE’S CAUGHT IN MID AIR

CHHHHOOOOKESLAM!

Goro nearly plants Vigour through the damn mat with sheer power as that may be all the Dragon needed to clip the wings of the Prince of Party. Vigour slowly rising to his feet gingerly right into a mammoth knee to the gut that sends spit and mucus flying through the air before he’s lifted up into the air almost effortlessly with a Suplex.

Goro holding Vigour up high, letting all the blood drain from his head for ten…fifteen…twenty…twenty five…thirty seconds before finally letting his limp body crash to the canvas. Goro doesn’t cover, instead backing up a few feet before delivering a stiff running knee to the skull of Vigour.

A small trickle of blood begins to ooze down the forehead of Vigour as Nakamura backs up, allowing Vigour to slowly rise before running forward

AND NEARLY DECAPITATING THE YOUNG MAN WITH A VICIOUS LARIAT!

Vigour flips in mid-air from the sheer impact, crashing down with a thud on the canvas before Nakamura mercifully drops down for a cover

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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THR…VIGOUR GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Nakamura pulls the dazed and hurting Vigour up to his feet looking for that final blow but Vigour surprises Goro with a jawbreaker before rolling back as he delivers a stunning Superkick. The Prince rushing to the ropes as he springboards off

BULLDOG! 

Goro gets planted into the mat as Vigour leaps up high

BUT AN ATTEMPT AT A QUICK THRILL MEETS ONLY CANVAS!

Vigour staggers back up to his feet into an almighty headbutt that leaves him out on his feet and possibly concussed before The Dragon wraps both mammoth arms around him

TATSU! A monsterous Belly to Belly Suplex nearly cracks Vigour in half as this has to be it, Goro casually hooks the leg of Vigour for the cover

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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VIGOUR KICKS OUT!

Even The Dragon looks shocked at Vigour kicking out of a weapon of that magnitude. Goro trying to pull Vigour up, possibly for a second attempt

BUT VIGOUR LATCHES ON, TRYING TO LOCK IN A GUILLOTINE!

He can’t get the hooks in thou as Nakamura tosses him away, sending him chest first into the mat.

Nakamura backs up, looking for another brutal Lariat as Vigour slowly rises up but this time, the Prince of Party is ready as he sidesteps the blow before using the momentum to lift The Dragon off his feet

INTO VIM AND VIGOUR!

That has to be it, Vigour leaping onto the cover as the referee counts

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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THR…

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NO! GORO KICKS OUT!

Vigour shakes his head, breathing hard but he knows he needs to do more to douse the Dragon’s flames as he rushes forward at the slowly rising Nakamura, ducking under a wild right

DONKEY PUNCH! Starboy inspired elbow to the back of the head before he springboards off the opposite rope

TORNADO DDT IMPLANTING NAKAMURA INTO THE MAT!

BUT VIGOUR’S NOT DONE!

QUICK THRILLL! 

A SECOND!

TRIFECTA OF QUICK THRILLS!

Vigour is feeling it as he rushes to the other side of the ring, climbing onto the apron before roaring out into the Slaughterhouse

CASCADE OF COLOUR! SPRINGBOARD FIVE STAR….KNEES!

Nakamura gets his knees up out of nowhere as Vigour screams out in pain, staggering up to his feet as he holds his ribs

Right into the almighty grip of the Dragon

AND A THUNDEROUS TATSU! That has to be it there as Goro drops down for the cover

ONE

 

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THREE!!!

The Dragon does it here, overcoming an incredibly gutsy fight by Vigour but Goro Nakamura’s victory was inevitable and now he has the biology of an alien to study and possibly enhance Nakamura Industries with. 

[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#ea5702″ color=”#000000″]  WINNER: GORO NAKAMURA  [/edgtf_highlight]

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The match is over.

The battle has been waged.

Both of these men took the other to the absolute limit. But as the dust settles, Vigour can barely stand! He finds himself on a knee, Goro approaching him slowly, the crowd going silent in anticipation.

AND HE OFFERS HIM A HAND!

Vigour looks at it tentatively, thinking better of it for a moment before taking it, Goro bringing the Prince of Party to his feet with a small smile on his face! He calls for a microphone, chuckling as he brings it to his lips. “You were quite determined, Vigour. You fought like a man who had everything to lose-”

“Because I did,” Vigour says, Goro giving him a slight side eye at the interruption.

“Exactly,” says the Chairman, the smirk returning to his face. “When I came to this ring, I expected you to go down without a fight. I expected you to take this defeat lying down. But you didn’t do that, you had a fire inside of your very soul that kept you going no matter what I did. I’ll be honest, I’m impressed.”

Vigour narrows his eyes, arms folded as he listens to The Dragon. He grabs the microphone from him, shaking his head. “That’s all? You being impressed wasn’t my goal, Goro. Without your help, we’re doomed and I need you to understand that. The world needs Nakamura Industries.”

“Exactly. You’ve earned my respect, Vigour. I said our match was a business transaction, and it was. Not all contracts are final, they can be negotiated. What just happened in this ring? That was you convincing me of the importance of your goals.” He paused, letting Vigour take in what he’s saying before taking back the mic one more time. “Tonight, my friend, we shall begin construction on a weapon for your cause!”

The crowd cheers, Vigour finally relaxing, a look of pure relief washing over his face as Goro walks towards the ropes. “I shall see you then, Vigour.”

The Chairman takes his leave, Vigour quick to follow suit as the scene fades.

Cut.

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The burning smell of incense, a soft glow of candles flickering in an otherwise stony, dim room. The distant voices of a choir singing in Italian fill the ambience. Here, a figure is kneeling in solitude, head bowed in prayer and worship.

Lux Bellator. We have located the Light Warrior, in recovery in Italy. But we are not the only ones who have located his presence.

The solitude is broken by the sound of shoes clip-clapping on stone floor in the beautiful, yet deserted cathedral. A man approaches Lux – he’s younger than the Light Warrior, with blonde hair. Lux does not flinch or make any acknowledgment of the man’s arrival.

“Lux Bellator.”

The man speaks, yet Bellator still doesn’t look up from his prayer and recovery.

“You shouldn’t be here Lux.”

Bellator slowly lifts his head, looking up at the symbol of the cross on the altar before him. He makes the sign of the cross over his chest before looking at the man. Yet, he still does not speak.

“You shouldn’t be here. But I have something to tell you.”

Cut.

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Kaine has been changed into something different, something more powerful…and his power is about to be put to the test as he goes up against The Impaler!

As the bell rings, the two size each other up, looking for just the right opening to attack…and it’s a hungry HellBat that makes the first move, hitting The Impaler hard with a shoulder tackle!

Kaine leaps at the champ! He’s going for a bite!

No!

Legion manages to shove him off, quickly rolling out of the ring to reassess his situation.

Meanwhile, Kaine begins to realize just how much he has to wear The Impaler down to get what he wants.

The idea excites him enough to make his exit from the ring, seeming to stalk Legion…but not for long!

The champ sees his opportunity and goes for it, running toward the Shadow Bat!

Except that Kaine quickly dodges it, using Legion’s momentum against him as the champ collides with the steel steps!

There’s a good amount of damage off the back of that, The Impaler still down as Knightlord creeps up toward him.

Legion turns onto his back, noticing Kaine’s approach as he starts to pull himself up…and tossing the top step at the HellBat!

The sound of metal meeting flesh rings throughout the ringside area as Kaine falls to the floor, giving The Impaler a much-needed opening as he approaches, bringing Knightlord to his feet before rolling him back into the ring.

Legion slides in after him…only to watch in surprise as Kaine rises to his feet, slowly but still capable despite the damage from the step!

The champ can’t help but shake his head, still trying to process just how powerful Kaine’s become since in recent weeks.

And suddenly, the fists start flying.

Legion and Kaine trading lefts and rights, hoping they can use brute force to wear their opponent down!

The Impaler thinks he’s starting to break Knightlord down as the HellBat drops to a knee, and Legion hits the ropes for momentum, looking for the running lariat!

ADAM SMASHER…NO!

Knightlord rises from the kneeling position and, in one swift momentum, drops the champion with a spinebuster to the canvas!

And then he follows up with mounted punches to the head, trying to keep The Impaler incapacitated!

Except that Legion eventually manages to crawl out from underneath the Shadow Bat, ending the barrage as the champ slowly brings himself back up to his feet.

And he’s taunting Kaine, asking if that’s all the HellBat’s got!

This enrages Knightlord, whose attempts at hunting Legion down seem to fall by the wayside as he charges at the champ once more…and right into the running lariat!

ADAM SMASHER CONNECTS!

The Impaler senses the opportunity to end this match, making the cover!

ONE!

TW–NO!

Kaine might have been down, but he’s not out!

But the champ has other plans, quickly rolling Knightlord to his stomach as he looks to lock in the Romero special!

EVE’S–NOPE!

Kaine slips out, walloping Legion with a backhand strike to get out of the hold!

And now it’s the HellBat who looks to be in control, as he brings the champ to a vertical base…and pulls him in for a clothesline!

BLOODY STREAM!

The clothesline is followed quickly by a Northern Lariat to finish the job, and the champ is down…but Knightlord isn’t done!

KNIGHTLORD’S BITING AT THE MASK OF IMPALER!

He’s trying to puncture that thing, gaining leverage to get underneath and fulfill his feast!

Legion is nearly in a panic as he shoves Kaine away, quickly standing up.

And just as Kaine gets back to his feet…he gets hoisted onto the shoulder of The Impaler!

NIGHT! CITY! BLACKOUT!

HellBat goes flying on that powerbomb, and Legion makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Despite his best efforts here tonight, Kaine Knightlord is no match for the might of The Impaler who retains his Double Feature Championship in the process!

[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#ea5702″ color=”#000000″]  WINNER AND STILL DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: THE IMPALER  [/edgtf_highlight]

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The Generation Kid is walking down the long hallway to the entrance curtain. He’s pumped up and ready to fight Chip Montana, but he may be a little too in his own head.

He doesn’t see the slick substance in front of him, poured out by a small figure.

THWACK! TGK HITS THE GROUND AFTER TRIPPING OVER IT!

As the Kid sits up, he sees a small rabbit skittering back down the aisle, right to the waiting form of Chip Montana, who is holding a cracked bowling ball.

“… BY THE BALLS!” Chip roars as he sends it down the lane.

STRIKE! 

NO! 

TGK… Caught the ball?

Despite the full send of the hard ball, TGK now holds it between his legs, a look of quiet rage in his eyes.

“Do you think this is funny?” He asks, his voice monotone.

Montana walks down the aisle, Dave at his side. TGK stands up, still a firm grip on the ball.

“I think you need to lighten up, mate.” Chip counters. “I didn’t me to hurt yer cobber, I promise you that.”

Kid looks down at the ball in his hand as Montana continues.

“But you got all ropeable, and oi matey, ole Chip had to have a blue of his own.”

Chip looks down at Dave, who seems to have something to add as Montana looks back at TGK and nods.

“Dave don’t get it either.”

TGK looks down at Dave, then back at Chip.

“I think you’re even crazier than SeeSaw and his brothers.”

He drops the ball at Chip’s foot with a thunk, giving a side glance to the rabbit he very easily could have squished.

“I’ll see you in the ring, Chip.”

Turning away, the Generation Kid heads through the curtain, his entrance music beginning to play. Montana bends down to pick up the ball, and his jaw drops a little bit as he sees a peculiar site.

Finger length marks in the bowling ball.

TGK’s fingers.

“Bloody hell.”

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Tonight, we have a rewind championship match between The Generation Kid and Chip Montana. Will TGK get revenge for his friend and grab Chip by the stars or will Chip grab that championship by the balls? We find out next!

DING! DING!

TGK rushes at Chip and backs him into the corner! TGK is in no mood to wrestle, he’s here for a fight and he’s throwing gut punch after gut punch! Chip Montana falls into a seated position in the corner. TGK is stomping a mud hole into him!

Stomp after stomp with no sign of letting up! Chip catches the foot! He sweeps out TGK’s other leg and TGK is down for the first time in this match! Chip pounces on top of him and throws some rapid forearm shots!

Chip grabs TGK’s arm and traps it behind his head! He wrenches back tight!

ANACONDA VICE!

HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN TIGHT!

WILL TGK TAP?!

NO!

HE THROWS SOME DESPERATE KNEES TO THE BACK OF CHIP AND FORCES HIM TO LET GO!

This match is still on and both men are getting back up! They lock up but only long enough for Chip to poke the eyes! TGK can’t see and Chip Irish whips him into the ropes! He runs the opposite ropes himself!

POUNCE!

NO!

TGK REVERSES IT AND TRANSFORMS IT INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE!

TRANSFORMERS!

HE’S GOT THE COVER!

ONE!

. . .

TWO!

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NO! CHIP GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Both men get up but Chip slaps the taste out of TGK’s mouth and remarks that’s a chicken’s way of winning a match! Wrong words by Chip as TGK just pulls him into the belly to belly clutch!

NOBODY CALLS ME YELLOW!

SUPLEX OVER THE TOP ROPES!

CHIP CRASHES TO THE FLOOR!

TGK CLIMBS THE ROPES!

TOP GUN!

SPLASH FROM THE TOP ROPES!

CHIP GETS THE KNEES UP!

CRASH AND BURN BY TGK!

Both men are pulling themselves up! TGK gets up first and charges towards Chip! Spear! No! Chip sidesteps it at the last second and shoves TGK into the barricade!

TGK IS STUNNED AND CHIP SEES AN OPPORTUNITY!

BULLDOG ONTO THE FLOOR!

CHIP HAS THE ADVANTAGE!

HE LOCKS IN A TIGHT CAMEL CLUTCH!

HE WRENCHES BACK WITH ALL HIS MIGHT AND TGK IS TAPPING BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER ON THE OUTSIDE!

WHAT WILL HE DO TO GET OUT OF THIS!?

TGK has a crazy look of determination on his face and stands up while Chip holds on still. TGK is walking up the ring steps! They’re on the apron! TGK runs the apron and jumps off backsplash style! Chip is crushed underneath!

TGK pulls Chip up and rolls him into the ring! He slides in and makes the cover!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THR-NO!

CHIP BARELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

TGK is calling for Chip to get up! TGK is getting into a crane pose! Chip pulls himself up and TGK is going for it! KARATE KID-NO! Chip catches the leg and spins TGK around! He grabs him from behind! TIGER SUPLEX! He holds on for the cover!

ONE!

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TWO!

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NO!

TGK KICKS OUT!

The match goes on and Chip is calling for TGK to get up now! TGK pulls himself up using the ropes! Chip kicks him in the gut and he’s going for it!

CHIP LIFTS HIM UP INTO A TOMBSTONE POSITION!

DOWN UNDER DRI-NO!

SPACEBALLS!

HE HEADBUTTS CHIP WAY DOWN UNDER AND CHIP LETS GO!

TGK ROLLS TO HIS FEET AND SNATCHES CHIP!

AN EXCELLENT MANEUVER!

HE NAILS THE ROCK BOTTOM AND COVERS!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

TGK has done it! He holds onto the title for another day using a cheeky move Starboy would be proud of.

[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#ea5702″ color=”#000000″]  WINNER AND STILL REWIND CHAMPION: TGK  [/edgtf_highlight]

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We open backstage inside of Banzan’s locker room. His match long over, he is now meditating to rest his bruised and beaten body. To refocus his mind on himself and his mission.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Banzan doesn’t move, but a grunt from him seems to signal permission for the individual to enter.

“Since when do you stand on such ceremony, Chronoa?”

Chronoa enters the room, seeing that Banzan had his back to the door the entire time, she has an impressed look on her face.

“I thought after our match, I’d show you the respect you’ve earned.” Chronoa says as she shuts the door behind her.

“Have your fates answered your questions about me?” Banzan asks as he stands to his feet and fiddles with prayer beads in his hand.

Chronoa shakes her head, but doesn’t look disappointed.

“Not entirely, but you have. I understand now. Better than I did before, at least.”

Banzan nods his head as he continues to keep a wary eye on the Disciple.

“You have not defied your fate. For some reason, the fates have deemed you special. They have altered your fate, ensured your continued existence. But yet, I still don’t understand why. The how, that has been explained, and I understand them. But why are you so special? Why have the Fates so dictated that you are beyond their chosen plans for your existence?”

Banzan grins to himself.

“Have you ever considered that you are not shown all the answers because you’ve asked all the wrong questions?”

The Disciple of Fate looks stunned at this.

“What could be more important than the simple question of ‘why?'”

Chronoa looks further puzzled. She sees the fate of everyone, knows what is to come. All of history flows through her, but yet “why” leaves her stumped.

“I know my own history with allies is shaky. But if you’re willing, we can find these answers together, Chronoa.”

With that lingering question, the scene fades.

Cut

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Old wounds carve deep as Sigil battles hard and long against immesureable odds to finally complete his goals but the son of Death stands once more in his way. All alone and with his back against the wall, can The Collector move one step closer to everything he’s sacrificed for or will his quest end with a stroke of a pen?

The bell sounds as Deathnote immediately rushes forward, trying for a Big Boot that completely misses as Sigil vanishes into the ether. Death’s Son scanning the area to search for where the Collector will appear from when a portal appears to his right.

Then one to his left.

Soon, portals litter the ring, completely surrounding the Scion before a chuckle is heard and absolute hell begins to rain down upon Deathnote.

Left hook

Right uppercut

Flipping Kick To The Jaw

Driving Knee To The Skull

A mammoth Spinning Hook Kick sends Deathnote down to one knee before Sigil appears behind him, trying to deliver a German Suplex but The Scion flips out, rolling back

BIG BOOT!

The Collector is stunned but stumbles back through a portal before Deathnote can follow up, Deathnote reaching into the portal before staggering back in pain from whatever was inside, giving the Collector just enough time

TO DELIVER A FINITE ROUNDHOUSE!

That cracks the son of Death right in the jaw, staggering him back as Sigil rushes forward, leaping into a portal once more as one high above begins to shimmer, The Collector looking to dive from up high

PLANES…DEATHNOTE CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR!

Deathnote tries for a Chokeslam but Sigil flips out, driving both knees into the back of Deathnote’s skull before flipping back onto his feet as he springboards off the ropes

FINITE! Another brutal roundhouse may just have delivered a concussion to the Author of Death but Sigil’s not done as he leaps up once more

COMPLETING THE TRIFECTA….BUT IT SEEMS TO DO NOTHING TO DEATHNOTE! He just smiles, gripping the leg of Sigil close to his throat

Before rearing back and spewing a thick mist into the face of the Collector!

Sigil stumbles back, more confused then hurt as his mask protects his eyes completely but the mist doesn’t dissipate, instead growing thicker and thicker as at first it turns the red to purest black before a thick bubble of purest darkness envelops the entire head of the Collector 

ABYSSAL RAIN!

Sigil’s completely in the dark here, swinging wildly as Deathnote just smiles at his prey, before plunging his hands through the darkness

AND THROWING THE COLLECTOR HEAD FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! 

Skull implants against steel as Sigil lies dazed against the buckles for a moment

UNTIL A MAMMOTH BIG BOOT RICOCHETS IT AGAINST THE BUCKLES ONCE MORE!

The Collector may well have a concussion there as he stumbles on his feet, rolling through the ropes before collapsing to the floor below. Deathnote chuckles once more, rolling out himself as he pulls up the Collector, lifting him up onto his shoulders

BEFORE LAWN DARTING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POSTS!

Deathnote’s determined to mix red with that darkness as he’s not done, hoisting the near unconcious form of Sigil up onto his shoulders, walking slowly over to the corner….oh no, not this

DYING WISH ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Shades of Ring of Dreams there as that very well could be it for the Collector, Deathnote lifting up his limp body before rolling him into the ring and dropping down for the cover

ONE

 

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SIGIL JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Deathnote’s smile finally drops, a scowl crossing his face as he forgot the Collector’s resilience was so strong. He lifts Sigil up to his feet, pulling him in

SIGIL SLIPS AWAY, FLIPPING KICK TO THE JAW THAT STAGGERS DEATHNOTE BACK!

LIGHTPIERCER! 

Huge Superkick staggers the Scion back before Sigil rushes forward

but Deathnote dodges the Gore, Sigil spearing himself damn near through the buckles before he staggers out, holding his gut

Kick to the gut before the Collector’s pulled into a headlock

FATHER MINE! HEADLOCK DRIVER!

An ode to Death but Deathnote isn’t done as he backs up,  waiting for the blinded and bloodied Collector to slowly get to one knee before rushing forward

STROKE OF THE….

RAW DEAL!

Sigil scooped Deathnote dodges the punt kick, scooping Deathnote up out of nowhere and delivering that thunderous GTS. But both men are down and hurting, the bubble of darkness finally fading from Sigil as both men rise to their feet.

Deathnote swings wildly but Sigil blocks it, staggering Deathnote back with a headbutt before beginning dip and dodge through the Scions strikes, a beautiful spinning elbow staggering Deathnote before he lifts him up,

HALF LIFE! Cradle Piledriver with some damn stank on it but Sigil isn’t done as he backs up, looking to ride along the Plane tonight as he rushes forward as Deathnote slowly rises

Deathnote ducks under the dropkick but Sigil’s ready with a portal as he vanishes from sight

PLANESTOMMPPAHHH!

Diving Foot Stomp Out of Nowhere and that has to be it as Sigil collapses on Deathnote for the cover

ONE

 

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THREE!!!

Sigil does it once again as he puts down the son of Death, putting one more obstacle behind him as he crawls ever so closer to his final goal .

[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#ea5702″ color=”#000000″]  WINNER: SIGIL  [/edgtf_highlight]

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Doc’s Office.

Despite his better judgement, The Generation Kid has returned to the twisted doctor’s office he was held in several weeks ago by Doc, SeeSaw’s brother.

But it’s deserted.

The equipment remains, but there’s no sign of life, and the small layer of dust suggests this place was cleared out not long after TGK escaped it.

As he looks through the room, TGK notices that there is a small binder of readouts left on the examination table. Everything seems to point him to it.

“Precisely. I don’t know if TGK was created by our dear Father, but one thing is for sure:” Says the voice of Doc, as he spoke to SeeSaw several weeks ago. “TGK is not human.”

Looking through the documents, TGK notices the small vial of ‘blood’ that Doc had of his. He examines it for a moment.

“If he’s not human, then what is he? Alien like Vigour?” The past voice of SeeSaw queries.

The Kid moves to the stack of readouts, pouring over them.

“Here Andrew, examine this readout.” Past Doc says. “His blood is not blood. His bones are not bone. Everything is in the correct place, but nothing is… correct.”

TGK picks up a readout, the very one SeeSaw was handed.

“Yet there is something very normal, one might say, about the compounds used. Whatever the Kid is, he is from this planet.”

Stopping on a particular line, TGK raises his finger to confirm what he’s reading.

“I can only conclude that The Generation Kid is not only not human, but he is not alive, in the traditional sense anyway.”

The Kid’s eyes widen as he reads the Doc’s conclusion.

“He’s a robot.”

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Old School Wrestling’s power couple, The Blackharts, have narrowly managed to avoid the wrath of the Baddest Mother Fuckers since their M.O. was finally revealed at Ring of Dreams. But tonight there’s nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide when these four competitors mix it up in a tag team match!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

The bell rings and the crowd is hot—

Not just because tonight is Heatwave—

But also because we are finally witnessing the four of the biggest stars in OSW standing across from one another!

Luke Storm and Simon have history, but tonight it’s the other two who share a ring for the first time since that nightmarish invasion.

Pyre and Zero—

Former tag team champions, bad mother fuckers, and lovers—

The champ, and the former champ…

ARE ABOUT TO GET IT ON!

You could just see Zero staring daggers at his ex through his visor. He has a massive score to settle with his former fiancée.

Zero’s been clamoring for this moment. He takes a step forward, but Pyre immediately back steps to the corner and holds her pointer finger up at Zero…

And holds her other hand out for the Taskmaster, the commissioner, her husband, Simon Black, who tags in.

Zero stops dead in his tracks as Simon steps through the ropes shielding his wife. Pyre, before stepping to the apron, steps in close to Simon—

Wraps her arms around him—

And dips back, taking Simon over with her into a big, sloppy French kiss. Pyre throws a leg up for good measure and Simon runs his hand all over Pyre’s body!

BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Simon and Pyre peak over at Zero as they finish up, and even over the crowd’s jeers one could hear Zero’s bionic arm creaking, flexing in response as he stands there in anger.

Pyre finally slips through the ropes to the apron and Simon steps forward to the middle of the ring—

BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!!

ZERO SNAPPED, AND SIMON GOES DOWN HARD!!

Simon staggers to his feet and stumbles right into a—

NOTHER BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!!

Simon pops back up as fast as he can to prevent being grounded, but the lights are on and it seems no one is home, because he staggers right into Zero again…

GOOZLE!!

BIONIC GOOZLE!!

Simon is flailing, trying to slip out of Zero’s grip! He goes down to a knee, grasping and gasping for air. Zero’s clench is titanium-strong, and the ref begs him not to kill his opponent in the ring!

Simon beckons Zero in desperation, and when Zero leans in to hear what may be Simon’s final words, it’s something that triggers him…

“Bad… dog…” Simon squeaks out.

And with that, Zero jerks Simon straight up into the air by his throat, and jackknifes him back down to the mat with more force than we’ve ever seen before—

ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING ZERO!!

SIMON SAID THE WRONG THING AND EARNED HIMSELF THAT BIONIC CHOKESLAM!!

Zero doesn’t release his grip around Simon’s throat though, and now the ref is really panicking as Simon Black is starting to turn from red—

ONE!

To purple—

TWO!

To blue!

THREE!

The ref is demanding Zero release the choke, but Zero has no plans to abide by the rules!

FOUR!

Not only is Zero going to disqualify his team—

BUT HE’S ALSO GOING TO KILL SIMON!

FI—

DESPERATION FIREBALL ONTO ZERO BY PYRE!!

Zero finally breaks the chokehold and Simon gasps for precious oxygen, the former chasing Pyre from the ring before turning his attention back to the Gaspmaster.

Zero drags Simon halfway across the ring to his corner by the hair and tags in a waiting and willing Luke Storm.

Luke immediately begins putting the boots to Simon in the corner—

AND TAGS ZERO BACK IN!

Zero now viciously takes the boots to Simon until Storm slaps Zero on the shoulder to tag himself back in!

Back and forth the two surviving Bad Mother Fuckers go, tagging themselves in over and over again and stomping the absolute shit out of Simon in the corner as Pyre watches on helplessly!

The crowd is losing their minds as Zero tags himself in one last time and stomps an absolute mudhole into Simon’s chest until he’s flat on his ass!

Zero pauses for a moment and flips the double bird at Simon—

AND STOMPS HIM ONE LAST TIME IN THD FACE!!

Zero tags Storm in and lifts Simon into a doomsday seated position onto his shoulders as Storm climbs to the top rope…

SIMON’S FACE IS A BLOODY MESS!

HIS NOSTRILS ARE SPOUTING BLOOD LIKE FAUCETS!

Zero drops Simon backwards as Storm flips over the top of him—

DOOMSDAY BLOCKBUSTER!!

TO THE CROWD’S DELIGHT!!

Storm covers—

ONE!

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TWO!!

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IS SIMON AS PHYSICALLY TOUGH AS HE CLAIMS TO BE MENTALLY??

THR—

SHOULDER UP!!

Simon has a pulse, showing great resiliency after taking a mother fucking beating in the early goings here.

Storm whips Simon into the ropes—

LIGHTNING STRIKE!!

NO! SIMON SLID UNDERNEATH STORM’S SUPERKICK!!

Simon’s momentum took him right into Storm’s planted leg—

BASEBALL SLIDE INTO STORM’S KNEE!!

STORM YELPS IN PAIN AS HE FALLS TO THE MAT!!

Simon finally bought himself some time, and he takes a moment to breath while Storm clutches at his knee. Then with a smirk, Simon picks up Storm’s bad leg and stomps at the knee!

Holding Storm’s ankle now, Simon plants his foot on the inside of Storm’s knee and twists Storm’s leg inward, destabilizing the knee and causing Luke an immense amount of pain.

Simon twists again, and Luke fights back, flailing kicks in the general direction of Simon’s head with his hood leg…

Storm catches Simon in the chest!

AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A SWIFT KICK TO THE FACE!

His blood smattering onto the canvas, Simon relinquishes his hold and stumbles backwards into the ropes and Storm immediately rolls onto his stomach and briskly flops towards his corner where Zero awaits with his arm extended out for the tag!

STORM TAGS THE AIR!!

THE FIRE BITCH YANKED ZERO OFF THE APRON AND HUNG HIM UP ON THE EDGE OF THE RING!!

Pyre skips back around to her corner as the ref admonishes her underhanded tactics. The crowd is bullshit at her. She hops up to her post and blows Storm a kiss just as Luke gets shoved forward face-first from behind—

RUNNING BULLDOG BY SIMON INTO THE TURNBUCKLE—

TORRE ATTACK!!

Simon follows up, bringing Storm to his feet and hooking Storm’s bad knee—

PICTURE PERFECT SIMONPLEX!!

Simon keeps the leg hooked—

ONE!

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TWO!!

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KICKOUT BY STORM, WITH ALL HIS MIGHT!!

Pyre shouts something out to Simon—

She wants in on the action.

Simon drags Storm to their corner and tags that bitch in.

Pyre hops up to the middle turnbuckle and Simon faces away from Pyre and lifts Luke up into a bear hug. Pyre leaps—

FLAMING CLOTHESLINE FROM PYRE JUST AS SIMON DROPS STORM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!

BLACKHART ATTACK!!

Pyre hooks her former stablemate’s injured leg—

ONE!

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TWO!!

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HOW MUCH FIGHT DOES HOLLYWOOD HAVE LEFT IN HIM??

THRE— ANOTHER MASSIVE KICKOUT BY STORM!!

That wasn’t this script’s critically-acclaimed ending, and similarly Luke Storm’s screen time is not up, yet.

Hollywood reaches out towards his tag partner, but Zero may as well be on the opposite end of the country on Broadway with how far away he is from him.

Pyre grabs Storm’s leg and lifts up—

AND SLAMS HIS KNEE DOWN INTO THE MAT!

She drags Storm over to her corner while he clutches that knee—

Wraps her arm around his neck as she holds out a hand for Simon to tag—

AND YANKS STORM’S NECK INTO A DRAGON SLEEPER!!

AWAKENING!!

Meanwhile, Simon props Storm slightly onto his side as the ref begins the five count—

ONE!

Simon twists Luke’s bad leg around and locks in a figure four—

TWO!

CHECKMATE!!

THREE!

The Blackharts call this combo…

BLACKOUT!!

FOUR!

And the lights are dimming in Hollywood…

FIVE!

The ref pushes Pyre forward off of Storm, which inadvertently causes Storm to roll onto his stomach and reverse the pressure on the Checkmate—

NOW SIMON IS ROARING IN PAIN!!

Pyre flips out on the ref and goes to stomp Storm—

BUT ZERO FLIES AT HER LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!!

PYRE IMMEDIATELY DIPS FROM THE RING!!

This leaves Zero seething in the ring, but the ref is ushering Zero back to his corner as Simon slowly drags himself and Storm to the ropes…

ROPE BREAK!!

Both legal men are worse for wear, but it’s Storm who desperately needs this tag.

BMF! BMF! BMF!

The crowd is cheering them on—

ZERO IS BEGGING FOR A TAG!!

Storm army crawls to his partner…

PYRE IS BACK ON THE APRON—

Simon reaches up to tag Pyre in…

JUST AS STORM TAGS ZERO!!

DOUBLE TAG!!

Here comes Zero and Pyre—

BAPTISM BY FIRE!!

DUCKED BY ZERO!!

RIGHT HAND BY ZERO—

LEFT HOOK—

Zero pauses for a moment and sticks a middle finger between Pyre’s eyes—

AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A BIONIC UPPERCUT THAT FLOORS PYRE!!

Here comes Simon—

Zero ducks a right hand and lifts Simon onto his shoulders in a torture rack—

AND SLAMS SIMON WITH A BURNING HAMMER ON HIS FUCKING NECK!!

CPU DRIVER!!

Simon woefully rolls out of the ring to the outside as Pyre bickers with the ref for putting his hands on her before!

Then Pyre turns right into a—

PYREWALL!!

…I MEAN FIREWALL!!

BURNING BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!!

But Zero held his arm around Pyre’s throat on the way down—

WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT, ZERO TRANSITIONED RIGHT INTO AN ANACONDA VICE—

THE BIONIC VICE!!

Pyre is flapping around like the silly bitch she is, and the ref is asking her!

THE ROOF HAS BEEN BLOWN OFF THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!

ZERO! ZERO! ZERO!

Pyre had this coming, and she simply cannot escape Zero’s wrath!

Pyre reaches up—

NO ROPES IN SIGHT!!


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Hold on—

Simon is in the ring—

WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER!!

AND HE BLUDGEONS THE REFEREE IN THE FUCKING HEAD WITH IT!!!!!!

BY GOD THE REF MAY BE DEAD!!!!!

Simon turns his attention to Zero now, aiming below at Zero’s head while he brings the sledgehammer over his head—

AND SWINGS DOWN—

NO!!

LIGHTNING STRIKE OUTTA NOWHERE!!!

LUKE STORM MAY HAVE JUST SAVED ZERO’S LIFE!!!

The sledgehammer miraculously flies out of the ring and Simon goes down!

Pyre is tapping out furiously… but there’s no ref!

Zero releases the vice and towers over Pyre. She scoots backwards away from him, but bumps right into—

You guessed it—

Luke Mother Fucking Storm.

The two Bad Mother Fuckers stand over her like the Eiffel Tower, and we all know Pyre isn’t into threesomes.

Pyre is on her knees—

BEGGING THEM FOR FORGIVENESS!

Storm and Zero exchange a glance, then look back to Pyre…

Who smirks at them both.

CHOP BLOCK BY SIMON TO STORM!!

LOW BLOW FROM PYRE TO ZERO!!

DAMMIT!!

Storm is down in agony, holding that knee again, and Zero’s clutching his boys as Simon rushes him—

SPINNING BACKFIST BY SIMON!!!

BUT ZERO STILL ISN’T DOWN!!!

Zero goozles Simon again and yanks him in close, as he whispers a faint…

“Fuck you, Simon…”

But Zero didn’t notice Pyre take to the top rope in the meantime.

ECLIPSE!!!

THE GAMBIT AND DANCING FLAMES COMBO—

THE BURNING GAMBIT!!!!!!

Simon barks to the back and a ref sprints down to the ring as Pyre seductively covers Zero—

ONE!

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TWO!!

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SIMON AND PYRE ARE MAKING OUT OVER ZERO!!

THREE!!!

The Blackharts have shown just how low they will sink to maintain power and control over whoever they want, to get whatever they want, with a big win over two of the baddest mother fuckers to grace the Slaughterhouse tonight!

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The battle is over but the war seems far from any form of resolution. Zero and Simon stand in the centre of the ring, eyeballing each other. But the moment is broken as Simon steps back, a sickening grin forming on his face.

Without warning, the ring is invaded. Goro Nakamura, Rezin Deckard and Gunnar Kai step in, blocking and hope of escape for Zero. If their presence strikes any fear into Zero, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he launches at Goro with a wild strike, but is stopped short by Deckard.

ZERO IS TAKEN DOWN WITH A BRUTAL LARIAT!

The Collective cut him down, beating the holy hell out of him in a three-on-one onslaught that only seems to bring delight to Simon. Zero has been through hell, and now he’s going right back. Goro signals for Deckard and Kai to wrap things up, and they do quite literally. Zero has his hands and wrists tied together in an instant, a gag placed in his mouth with cold, expert precision. The Collective grab a now lifeless Zero and drag him from the ring.

Watching on, in horror is Luke Storm.

He makes a move towards the ring ropes, leaping into action as they drag his friend away. But his path is soon blocked by Pyre herself, who beckons for him to halt with a simple soft clearing of her throat.

“Luke. Never mind that, you have… other issues… that require your attention. I want to show you something. Have a look at this footage.”

She motions towards the Slaughterhouse screen. It’s Jet Set Radio. The trio wave at the screen, brandishing various weapons. But it’s not who is on the screen, but where they are that captures Luke Storm’s undivided attention.

They’re at his home, ready to break in.

Luke Storm lets go of the ring rope, a defeated look falling over his entire body. Pyre nods, smiling.

“There you go. Smart choice. Don’t you lift a finger to help Zero, that is no longer your concern.”

Luke simply watches helplessly as The Collective drag Zero away.

Cut.