Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Sat on a plush leather chair, red of course, is Pyre.
The OSW World Champion.
And that belt is prominently displayed on a table beside her. Red fingernails graze across it as she eyeballs two people who we cannot see yet.
“You want this?” Pyre says, smiling. “Don’t you?”
Silence.
“So do a lot of people.” She says, pulling the title onto her lap. “But it’s mine.”
Steam rises from under her collar.
“Death thinks that the best way to get at Simon is to make me put the belt on the line in Gold Rush. So now seven people get a shot at the Queen. It’s not quite fair, is it?”
After a pause, a familiar voice interjects.
“Spit it out, Pyre.”
It’s Sigil. He looks annoyed, but maybe more surprising is the creature next to him.
The Impaler.
“What do you want?” Legion queries, also tired of her posturing.
The Champ chuckles, crossing her legs and leaning back.
“My dear husband has a plan of his own. If you see him and his flunkies running around tonight, you’ll understand. But I didn’t get this gold by putting all my eggs in one basket.”
She stands up between the pair, making sure the glimmering title sits in their eyeline.
“One of eight are pretty shit odds.” She says. “But one of three? That’s much more manageable.”
Pausing, she meets both of their gazes.
“I know neither of you have allies that can help you, so if the three of us work to take the others out, we can decide this among ourselves at Ring King. Each of us leave with titles, and one of us leaves with THE title.”
Silence.
Sigil breaks it.
“I don’t trust you for one second.” He says. “Everyone underestimates you, Pyre. They only see a little girl with powers that happens to be a bitch. But you’re more than that.”
Pyre raises an eyebrow.
“But it’s a deal.” The Collector says. “Just know that when, not if, you try to betray me, I’m ready for you. That title is mine.”
A portal opens behind him.
“I know just where to start.”
As he walks into it, Pyre looks to Impaler, who nods his acceptance.
“The hunt begins.”
Cut.
It’s time for another exciting Ring King match! This time it’s Chronoa vs Sir Renault in a finisher match! Who will pull their finisher off first and punch their ticket into the second round? We find out now!
DING! DING! They march towards each other and Sir Renault with a kick to the gut right out of the gate! He pulls Chronoa in quick to a powerbomb position! He’s got her arms! Is he already going for The Last Crusade?! No! She wriggled out behind and hits a chop block!
Sir Renault is down to a knee! Chronoa charges at him! HIDDEN BLA-NO! He ducks the elbow strike and instantly snatches Chronoa in a waist lock! He goes for a German suplex but no she back elbows her way out of it!
Renault is caught in the eye and stunned a little! Chronoa sees an opening! CHAOS THEORY! She nails the codebreaker, an ode to Solomon Rhodes! Sir Renault was not expecting that holy homage! Chronoa gets to a corner!
She starts to charge! No! Someone has tripped her on the apron! It’s Simon! JSR all slide into the ring to attack her! Wiz grabs her from behind! Tag swings his skateboard! GET TRUCKED! Chronoa ducks and Wiz is nailed! Ether starts to argue with him!
Renault charges at Chronoa with a spear! She sidesteps it and he runs through Tag and Ether! He pulls himself up on one knee! Chronoa was waiting! HIDDEN BLADE! She nails the elbow strike to the back of the skull! It’s over!
Chronoa has done it, she proves how when fate decides she’ll win, it will make it so! Despite Simon and JSR’s interference, she seals her way into the second round!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND ADVANCING IN RING KING 2022: CHRONOA [/edgtf_highlight]
Luke Storm.
The A-lister barges through a large warehouse, throwing boxes and shelves to the side as he makes way towards the center. And, in the center, who else would we see other than Simon Black himself. The Taskmaster sits calmly, a cup of tea in hand that he sips idly, the destruction in Luke’s path not even phasing him in the slightest as he sips his drink.
“Quite the show, Lucas. You know, I think I may be running out of warehouses with the rate at which people tear them apart looking for me. You could have used the front door, I wouldn’t have minded.” His tone is insidiously calm, chuckling as Luke approaches him. However, he’s stopped in his tracks as he smacks into a clear wall!
“The fuck is this? Simon, where is Scarlet, where’s my daughter!?” Luke slams his fists into the wall, watching as the Grandmaster stands up, cracking his neck and approaching Storm.
“Bullet proof glass. Figured you may have shown up with some more firepower, better safe than sorry, you know. As for Scarlet? Well, your daughter is… somewhere.” Simon takes another sip of his tea, watching with a sick grin as Luke pounds on the glass.
“Where. Is. She!? She’s just a girl, she has nothing to do with this.” The Tempest looks around, trying to find something to use to break the glass to no avail as Simon merely shrugs.
“Maybe not, Lucas. But she has to do with you, you know. Let’s play a game, Mr. Storm. You know in those old movies? The classics with moustache twirling villains? Well, what if I told you I’ve taken inspiration from them? What if I told you Scarlet is… holding out for a hero somewhere in this very city? In a precarious situation hoping for the protagonist to show up,” he chuckles, finishing his tea. “The game is simple, Luke. I’ve hidden her, you must find her. Do it quickly, though. Never know when her time might run out.”
Luke grabs a steel pipe, pounding relentlessly on the glass as Simon begins to walk away!
“Daughters? Secrets? You have so many unprotected pieces, Lucas. I do hope you can step up your game, this is almost too easy.”
With those final words, Simon disappears out of a back door, Luke’s yelling and cussing falling on deaf ears.
Cut.
Can Sir Gable survive the night, or will Kaine Knightlord overcome his fear of the cross to advance in the tournament?
Gable immediately brandishes his silver rosary necklace around his fist and throws a wild punch at Knightlord— HE MISSES! Kaine ducked his punch and narrowly avoided disaster right off the bat! Kaine grabs Gable’s opposite wrist and spins him out—RIPCORD CLOTHESLINE!! Gable’s rosary beads go flying out of the ring!
Shadowbat follows up—NORTHERN LARIAT!! THE BLOODY STREAM!! Gable may be seeing the North Star amongst many others, and Knightlord takes this opportunity to pull a table out from under the ring and set it up on the outside. Kaine slides back into the ring and stalks Gable from behind…
JUST A BITE?? NO!! Gable spins out and around him, grappling Kaine from behind—GERMAN SUPLEX!! AND NINE MORE!! THE TEN COMMANDMENTS!! Gable follows up by locking Knightlord into a rear naked choke—SILENCE IS GOLDEN!! Gable really wrenches it in, only letting up after Knightlord goes limp!
Kaine is dazed, and Gable uses his strength to lift Kaine up high into a crucifix on the opposite end of the ring facing the side with the table on the outside. Gable rushes across the ring and heaves Knightlord over the top rope—CRUCIFIX AWESOME BOMB?!?! YES!!! YAHWSOME BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!!! GABLE IS MOVING ON!!!
With this impressive victory, Sir Gable is one step closer to becoming King Gable!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND ADVANCING IN RING KING 2022: SIR GABLE [/edgtf_highlight]
Deep in the bowels of the Slaughterhouse, Sir Gable strides down a dingy corridor, moments after his match. He finds himself at the Vayikra locker room door.
He enters, wearily, pouring himself a cup of water from the cooler near the door.
“Hello, brothers?”
Nothing. It seems that Sir Renault has not returned following his own match, and Sir Bellator must have left to prepare for his match later in the night.
Gable places his cup down on the side, and starts to turn on his heel to leave, but his eye is caught as he does so and he stops. Gable walks over to a coffee table in the centre of the room and picks something up from it. It’s an envelope. The manilla envelope contains Sir Gable’s name in a deep black ink, and seems to be sealed with a circular sticker at the back. None of this detail matters to Gable as he rips open the envelope and reads the letter within it, intensely. As he reads, his brow furrows deeply.
Suddenly, he bolts from the room, without sound or hesitation, and the locker room is left quiet and empty once more.
Cut.
Here in this first round matchup for Ring King, Chip Montana takes on Tag…noticeably on his own after events transpiring earlier with JSR and Simon getting wrapped up in the fight between Chronoa and Sir Renault!
We start off with a slugfest between the host and Mr. Money Shot, before Tag sends Chip reeling back toward the turnbuckle with a dropkick. Seizing the opportunity, Tag charges full speed at the nature host…but Sexy Dynamite is met with a nasty boot to the face by Montana instead!
This gives Chip a much-needed opening to exploit as he grabs Tag and sends him to the corner, enjoying the reversal of roles as the host runs, leaping up with a pair of boots to the stomach before he flips Mr. Money Shot stomach first onto the canvas! MONKEY FLIP!
Chip is right back to his feet after this, quickly grabbing Tag’s leg before arching back. BOSTON CRAB! Chip immediately tells the ref to ask Tag if he gives up…but Tag refuses to even answer the ref, as he struggles for a bit before finally powering out of the hold!
Tag gets back to his feet but is met with an onslaught by Montana, who drives him headfirst onto the canvas with a DDT…before transitioning into an abdominal stretch, grabbing Tag’s free arm for further damage! OCTOPUS HOLD IS IN TIGHT…AND TAG HAS HAD ENOUGH! TAG YELLS OUT “I QUIT”!
Despite an early advantage, Tag finds himself having to give it up against Chip Montana who advances in Ring King!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND ADVANCING IN RING KING 2022: CHIP MONTANA [/edgtf_highlight]
Backstage, we see Ether as she skates down the hall, her mind focused on the upcoming Ring King tournament match against Banzan as she listens to some tunes on her boombox…which suddenly cuts off, replaced with white noise.
“What the hell?”
Ether comes to a stop as she examines the boombox, when suddenly she can start hear a strange voice through the static-like noise. The noise starts to dissipate, the voice slowly becoming more clear…but still somewhat muted, almost hushed.
“Ether…come to me…”
This statement clearly creeps Ether out, a look of disgust on her face as she stares at the boombox…which only continues to call to her, like whispers in the dark.
“There’s a hunger in you, Ether, something I can understand…after all, a hungry girl’s gotta eat…”
Ether’s own turn of phrase, presented to her in this strange manner, just makes her all the more worried as she hears one more statement, a call to action.
“Join me, Ether…we can feast forever.”
Only that statement did not come from the boombox…instead, coming from behind the Bad Random. Ether turns around, only to find Kaine Knightlord staring right back at her with a haunting, almost entrancing glare and a wicked, toothy grin on his face.
“Good girl.”
Something about that catches Ether off guard, just enough to snap out of whatever trance she might’ve been in…and she skates off, boombox still in hand, as fast as she can to get away from the beast that is the Shadow Bat and get to ringside.
Kaine, for his part, just looks down the hall in her direction, the grin not leaving his face as he mutters to himself with a glint in his eye.
“Soon.”
Cut.
What the hell did poor Ether do to deserve being tied to a man thrice her size in a four corners match? And can she beat the odds, and Banzan, tonight?
After interfering on Sir Renault’s behalf alongside her Jet Set Radio stablemates and Simon, Ether looks somewhat out of her element, irritated perhaps by the lack of support shown to her by her own friends who aren’t present. Nonetheless, she finds herself alone only in spirit, as she is tethered to a mountain of a man.
Banzan immediately adopts his mountain stance, meditating in the middle of the ring. Ether, the much smaller of the two, seizes her opportunity and rollerskates from corner to corner, touching ONE… TWO… THREE… F—Ether violently jerks backwards before she can touch all four corners!
The Mountain is standing now, and holding onto their tether like a he’s playing tug-of-war. He forcefully yanks Ether towards him and catches her belly-to-belly—DUKKHA!! SAITO SUPLEX TO ETHER!! Banzan marches towards the nearest corner, dragging Ether along behind him, and slaps it— ONE!
As Ether is dragged along to the second turnbuckle, she looks to the stage for any hope of backup from her friends… SLAP— TWO!! As Banzan drags the Bad Random towards the third turnbuckle it becomes apparent to her that she is truly alone— SLAP— THREE!!! All Ether can do is scramble on her skates as Banzan slaps the final turnbuckle— FOUR!!!! BANZAN ADVANCES!!!!
The immovable object lived up to its name tonight, and Banzan is one step closer to becoming the King of the Mountain!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND ADVANCING IN RING KING 2022: BANZAN [/edgtf_highlight]
Elsewhere in the Slaughterhouse, but in an area not nearly as deep and dingy, we once again find Sir Gable striding down a corridor, but this time, he heads towards his Vayikra brothers, who stand talking about Sir Bellator’s upcoming match at the other end of the corridor.
“Sir Bellator, Sir Renault, I bring you something that causes me great concern,” Sir Gable says, barely a greeting concealed in his statement.
“Sir Gable, are you alright?” Sir Renault asks.
“Look at this,” he says, beckoning the two closer. “And then let me know if you think I’m alright.”
He hands over the letter, and they read it. It’s short in length, and written in the same deep black ink as the envelope.
“YOU WILL BE SAVED.”
“I don’t understand,” says Sir Bellator. “Who gave you this?”
“I have no idea,” Gable response, “I don’t understand it either. But they cannot be allowed to get away with it.”
Gable and Renault continue to pore over the letter, looking for any hint. Sir Bellator has taken the envelope and he looks it over just as intently. A moment later after he turns it over and looks at the back, a grimace crosses his face and a sigh escapes his mouth, the hand containing the envelope dropping to his side as the other two members of Vayikra continue to examine the letter.
Cut.
The Ring King Tournament goes off tonight as the Generation Kid and Sigil go head to head inside a steel cage. Can the kid continue his sucess inside the steel to move on or will the Collector advance towards the quarter finals?
The bell sounds as Sigil rushes forward, trying for the Planeswalker but TGK manages to roll away. Sigil flies forward, grabbing hold of the ropes before springboarding forward. COSMIC TORPEDO! Spinning headbutt right into the ribs of the unsuspecting TGK! The kid falls to one knee as Sigil grips him around the skull in a claw, forcing him down over his knee as he rains down the Long Road Ahead!
The Collector delivers a final stunning elbow to the skull, dropping TGK to the mat as he slightly backs off before waiting for the 80’s kid to slowly rise to his feet. FINITE…IS CAUGHT! TGK flings the roundhouse attempt away before pummeling Sigil with hard lefts and rights, leaping up high and delivering a hard dropkick to the face before rolling back and rushing forward. DOC BROWN’S….CAGE!
Sigil sidesteps out of the way as TGK runs head first into the steel wall, blood trickling down his forehead as the kid stumbles forward into FINITE! The hard Roundhouse stuns the kid before a pair of knees to the jaw rock his very world as he’s thrown across the ring right on top of his head with a beautiful release German Suplex. TGK looks dazed and out of it before the Collector ports behind him, but TGK ducks underneath the chop, gripping Sigil around the waist NOBODY CALLS TGK YELLOW!
That huge Belly to Belly should be it but TGK isn’t done as he slowly climbs up the steel cage, resting up on top for a moment as he sizes up Sigil but soon finds himself staring down at a blank canvas…MERCIFUL! A chop out of nowhere as Sigil ports to the top of the cage, knocking TGK for a loop just enough to grip him around the waist and dive off, MODIFIED JOURNEY’S END! It wasn’t as high as it usually is but a German Suplex from the top of a steel cage is just as deadly as Sigil drops down for the cover and the one…two…three!!!
The Collector does it, putting down the very game TGK here tonight as he moves onto the quarter finals of Ring King
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND ADVANCING IN RING KING 2022: SIGIL [/edgtf_highlight]
“What do you think you were doing?”
An oddly calm voice comes from behind Chronoa, who turns round to find Banzan approaching. Despite his best control, the annoyance on his face creeps through the cracks as he looks at the Disciple of Fate.
“What do you mean?”
Chronoa asks, confused as she stands her ground as the Mountain approaches.
“I know you were there, at the Monastery. I know you were continuing your search into what makes me who I am. I thought we had an agreement, Chronoa. You accepted that I was simply an individual who the Fates had deemed special.”
“That part is true.”
The Harbinger of Fate cuts off Banzan and waving her hand.
“Then why do you continue your search? Is it for your weapon, Impaler? To empower him for your own whims?”
Chronoa shakes her head and grins.
“No. No. You see, Impaler is a weapon to be used by the Fates to end it all here. I am simply teaching him to…”
Now it’s Banzan’s turn to interrupt as he puts a hand to Chronoa’s face.
“You say you serve the Fates, but yet everything you do seems to be working against them. Why would they permit me to defy them, but not your tool?”
Chronoa stops for a moment to think, but Banzan is quick to continue laying into her.
“Your own weapon of fate seems to be questioning you and your motives. You’ve lied too openly, Chronoa. It’s time you’ve paid for them.”
“Yet you listen to the vampire that haunted you for three months, and killed your protégé. Who are you to judge?”
Both continue to stare at the other, daggers flying both ways as the screen fades.
Cut
Love is not lost here in a battle of old rivals for the right to move on in the Ring King tournament. Can Sir Bellator put down the Prince of Party once and for all or will Vigour soon prove the crown is flush with colour?
The bell sounds as both men rush forward, hatred runs deep as Vigour and Bellator pummel one another with hard strikes. A strike to the throat staggers back Vigour as he stumbles into the ropes, bouncing off with a high dropkick that sends Bellator stumbling out to the floor below. The Chosen One can barely get to his feet before Vigour is diving through the ropes, grabbing him by the head as he flies before spiking him into the concrete with a TORNADO DDT!
Vigour rolls to his feet to the roar of the crowd but as he tries to pull Bellator up to his feet, he gets a shot below the belt for his troubles before a a leaping knee cracks a few teeth in his mouth. Vigour fights through the pain, stumbling up to his feet right into a hard elbow to the side of the head before he’s gripped around it and thrown skull first into the nearby turnbuckle post. Vigour’s still on his feet but out of it as he stumbles around RIGHT INTO A BRUTAL SUPERKICK!
That well could be it but The Templar wants to make an example of the Prince of Party here tonight as he looks underneath the ring, pulling out a wooden table. He delivers a hard kick to the ribs before setting the table up on the outside. Bellator tries to pull Vigour up to his feet but the Good Time Guy pays him back with a shot to the nuts of his own before a swinging DDT spikes him down into the concrete. Bellator is dazed and confused as Vigour pulls him up to his feet, throwing him onto the table as he pounds down with a few hard rights and lefts
Vigour then quickly slides into the ring, floating up to the top rope as he sizes up the Templar for a moment but that moment’s hesitation costs him as Bellator leaps up onto the apron, shaking the turnbuckles for a moment as he crotches Vigour up top before jumping up beside him. IMPERTIO FROM THE TOP THROUGH THE TABLE! That has to be it as both men are wiped out, Bellator managing to flop an arm over Vigour for the cover and the one…two…three!!!
The Templar puts a sinner in his place here tonight as Sir Bellator moves onto the Ring King quarter finals.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND ADVANCING IN RING KING 2022: SIR BELLATOR [/edgtf_highlight]
Stood in his inner sanctum, we find Deathnote. Well, he’s more pacing than anything else.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
His father vanished with Lux Bellator at Retroshock, and it has to be weighing heavily on the son’s mind.
An aide approaches, one of the many slaves of his father. Deathnote does not wait to be addressed.
“Well?” He growls. “What news?”
The aide shuffles his feet, his head low to the ground.
“My Lord, there has been no word of where your father was taken by Lux Bellator.”
The Author bridges the gap between them rapidly, causing the aide to raise his hands in peace as he backs up.
“Please!” He pleads. “There is more.”
Deathnote stops, waiting impatiently.
“Our agents have discovered that Lux Bellator had advanced knowledge of our plans.”
The energy dissipates from Deathnote.
“Someone told him our plans?” Deathnote asks, mostly rhetorical.
“Yes, milord.” The aide answers, still waiting on an outburst. “The note was lacking details, but we know that Lux Bellator received a visitor not too long ago, and as a result of that meeting, he began making his way towards the Slaughterhouse.”
With a curt nod, Deathnote dismisses the aide, who gladly leaves.
The Author begins to pace once again, but instead of his frantic anger, its driven by contemplation.
“Who knew of our plans?” He pontificates. “Who could possibly have had any reason to tell Lux Bella…”
He trails off.
“Bellator.” Deathnote finishes, the anger returning.
Curling his fists, Deathnote walks off with purpose, only one word on his lips.
“Vayikra.”
Cut.
It’s a Ring King Round One match bay-bay, and we see Simon facing off against Impaler in a blockbuster Submission match. Both should be in their element, but who can move on to Round Two?
Impaler comes right at Simon out of the gate, aiming a CLOTHESLINE at his foe that SIMON DUCKS! The Taskmaster SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE NEARBY ROPES… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK SENDS IMPALER INTO THE CORNER! He grabs at Impaler’s mask, looking to pull him into a HEADLOCK, BUT IMPALER PUSHES HIM OFF WITH FORCE!
Simon bounces off the mat, but is up again in an instant… ONLY TO WALK HEADLONG INTO A BRUTAL BIG BOOT! Impaler wastes no time hoisting Simon to his feet, pulling him up INTO A FULL NELSON! HE FLAILS SIMON AROUND LIKE A RAG-DOLL… BUT SIMON WON’T QUIT! The referee’s call for submission is met with only a growl.
Simon breaks free of the hold, both combatants lock horns again in the centre of the ring. Impaler uses his power to pull Simon into a TORTURE RACK! BUT SIMON SLIPS OUT THE BACK DOOR AND BRINGS THE BIG GUY DOWN WITH A KNEE TREMBLER! CATALAN OPENING… MAY BE THE OPENING HE NEEDED!
Simon bides his time, looking for his opportune moment. IMPALER COMES AT HIM WITH AN ADAM SMASHER! BUT SIMON NEGATES IT AND HITS A GAMBIT! SPINNING BACKFIST TAKES IMPALER DOWN IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! CHECKMATE IS LOCKED IN! Impaler has no option. He taps out! IMPALER TAPS OUT!
Simon Blackhart executes his gameplan to perfection tonight and advances to Round Two of Ring King!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND ADVANCING IN RING KING 2022: SIMON [/edgtf_highlight]
“And then it all went black.”
The voice of TGK greets us as the 80’s kid stands opposite Vigour. The duo aren’t in the Slaughterhouse any longer, but are instead walking in the entrance of the destroyed R.W.E. lab.
“I don’t know, Kid.” Vigour replies. “Are you sure it wasn’t another one of the weird pop culture memories you have sometimes?”
“No.” TGK says, certain. “This was something else. The memories they implanted in me, I see them, but I don’t feel them, you know? I felt this one. I was awake. I was there.”
“But why now?” Vigour asks. “Why would they have sent you to this time period? What evil could possibly be coming now that you would be able to stop?”
TGK shrugs, but the gesture was at air. Vigour has stopped.
Walking back to his friend, TGK immediately notices that Vigour has gone quite pale. His eyes seem fuller though.
“The Ashen.” Vigour gasps out. “We arrived in OSW at the same time. They sent you to me so that you could defend Earth from the Ashen’s warrior.”
The Kid sheepishly smiles.
“Me?” He stammers. “We don’t even know what I’m capable of, Vig. How can I be what you seek?”
“Maybe that’s the point,” Vigour counters. “You said they didn’t get to do a full upload.”
“Yeah. Any more information at this time will render you…” TGK begins.
“At this time!” Vigour interjects. “That means there’s more information out there.”
The Kid nods, catching onto what Vigour is implying. The pair move through the rubble quickly, before coming to the destroyed capsule that once held TGK.
As they study their surroundings, neither of them notice a small portal opening behind them. The conspicuous glove of Sigil reaches out to place a small plate on a platform. Just as he withdraws, Vigour turns and notices the plate.
“Look at this!” He says as he draws it up.
One side has a series of numbers and letters on it. The other has those same numbers and letters rearranged.
“It’s a cypher.” TGK says. “I bet I can solve it!”
“Let’s get you to somewhere quiet then.” Vigour replies.
The pair leave the lab, Sigil’s clue in their keeping.
Meanwhile, a very irritated Impaler steps out of the shadows.
He’d been hunting them.
But now they’ve gotten away.
Cut.
Surrounded by flames, can Luke Storm defy Death itself to continue on in this tournament? Or will Deathnote weather the storm?
Storm and Deathnote circle the ring with flames lapping at them from all angles! Both men strike up stances and they meet in the center of the ring! Deathnote throws a wild haymaker that Storm ducks and counters with his own quick paced flurry of blows! He drives Deathnote back towards a turnbuckle!
LIGHTNING STRIKE! SUPERKICK!
NO!
DEATHNOTE CATCHES THE LEG! HE SPINS STORM AND HITS A GERMAN SUPLEX THAT MAKES STORM COLLIDE NECK FIRST WITH THE TURNBUCKLE!
The Tempest is quelled temporarily and Deathnote capitalizes with a massive boot to the jaw! He hauls Luke up and nails him with a wild headbutt before running him towards the ropes!
LUKE GETS TOSSED OVER!?
STORM DUCKS AROUND AND ROLLS DEATHNOTE UP WITH A SCHOOLBOY! DEATHNOTE ROLLS THROUGH TO A KNEE!
LIGHTNING STRIKE! SUPERKICK TO THE JAW!
As Deathnote hit the mat Storm begs for him to stand up again only to down him with a massive soccer kick to the chest! Deathnote tries to stand again but catches a kick to the gut! Luke is doing everything he can to keep The Author grounded as he lays into him with knees and overhead strikes! Deathnote catches a punch! He nails a headbutt and follows up with a belly-to-belly suplex that downs Storm! The Tempest rises!
AND GETS SCOOPED UP! GTS! GATHER THEY SOUL! THE KNEE TO THE TEMPLE HAS LUKE OUT ON HIS FEET!
DEATHNOTE HITS THE ROPES!
BIG BOOT TO THE FACE SENDS LUKE FUCKING SPRAWLING ACROSS THE RING!
The flames lick at Luke, threatening to scorch him as he rolls away from them on pure instinct! He gets to his feet but stumbles straight into a lariat the turns him inside out! Deathnote has Storm reeling as he hauls him up!
DYING WISH! BURNING HAMMER- STORM ROLLS THROUGH!
DOWNPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUR!
CODEBREAKER PUTS DEATHNOTE ON THE MAT!
Both men are out on the mat and sweating like whores in church as the heat seems to get more intense by the second! The flames are getting higher and higher to the point that even the turnbuckles aren’t safe! Luke slowly stir, getting to his feet as he grabs onto Deathnote and peels him off of the mat! He points to the ropes! He wants to throw him over!
“YOU WANT A GOOD! YOU’RE IN YOUR BRAWL TIME! THERE ISN’T ANYTHING YOU CAN DO!”
We Won’t Cooperate blares through the arena!
JET SET RADIO HAS INVADED THE RINGSIDE WITH SIMON! THE TASKMASTER IS DIRECTING TRAFFIC!
Luke drops Deathnote, yelling at the invaders on the outside! They can’t get in the ring, what are they even doing out here?
But this is just another sick trick for JSR! Tag and Wiz stand at ringside as Ether skates down the ramp at full speed! What the hell are they doing!?
TAG AND WIZ POP ETHER UP! THEY THROW HER OVER THE ROPES!
SIMON TOSSES HIS SLEDGE HAMMER! ETHER CATCHES IT IN MIDAIR AND LANDS IN THE RING!
SLEDGEHAMMER TO THE CHEST! BY GOD! LUKE STORM JUST GOT DEMOLISHED BY ETHER!
The fans can’t believe that they’ve just seen as Ether begins to try and stir Deathnote! The Author is quick to his feet and watches as The Bad Random hauls Luke to his feet! Storm is barely even standing after that hammer blow! She holds him to the ropes!
DEATHNOTE HITS THE FAR ROPES!
MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE!
TO ETHER!?
STORM COLLASPED! HIS BODY MOVED OUT OF SHEER MUSCLE MEMORY! ETHER GETS CLOTHESLINED INTO THE FIRE! DEATHNOTE TURNS AROUND!
LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE! NO! DEATHNOITE CATCHES THE FOOT AND HAULS STORM UP! DYING WISH! BURNING HAMMER SENDS STORM INTO THE FIRE!
Deathnote has done it! With a little help from Jet Set Radio he’s one step closer to becoming Ring King!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND ADVANCING IN RING KING 2022: DEATHNOTE [/edgtf_highlight]
Nakamura Industries
“Security to reception. All available personnel to reception.”
Tonight, Nakamura Tower is a hive of activity. A scattering of guards flood the reception area, finding destruction in their wake. The guards that had been stationed there, unconscious. The receptionist herself looks terrified.
Moments later, the front doors of the tower burst open and several members of the Iron Order make their way inside, including Rezin Deckard himself, adding extra hands to the panicked call. Rezin makes his way over to the receptionist, who blurts out her fears.
“He’s… He’s here.”
She points towards the elevator area.
“He said that he’s come for his shit. Took down anybody who stood in his way and swiped a security pass.”
No sooner had she uttered this when one of the elevators dings its arrival. Gunnar Tai and a few more guards step out into the security scrum. Deckard shoots him a look.
“If you’re here, who is guarding Mister Nakamura’s collection?”
Tai looks a little puzzled.
“I’m responding to the call. Priority one means all hands on deck. That can only mean Xavier.”
Gunnar looks about him, searching for the whearabouts of Zero, until the reality dawns on him.
“Oh shit. He did this? Then he must have passed by while we were coming down.”
Gunnar Tai and Rezin Deckard instantly start arranging their troops. While they’re shuffling around, the reception screens all flicker as one into life.
Zero’s face fills every screen.
“It’s been a fucking blast catching up with you Collective motherfuckers.” Xavier says with a cocky wink. “But I’ve had enough of your shit.”
That’s when we notice it. He’s wearing his visor again, holding in his hand the collection of bionic implants. On the screen, he pushes the ‘Lobby’ button on the elevator. He lifts his other hand, holding up one bionic middle finger to the screen before it falls black.
“He’s coming.” Gunnar Tai announces.
All eyes turn to the elevator, waiting for it to descend. Moments later, it dings its arrival and the doors open… to show it empty.
Behind everybody’s back, the door basement stairwell opens and Zero steps out. Wearing his newly re-fitted bionic arm, his visor and a cocky grin still on his face. He simply walks towards the front doors, heading out into the street.
He pulls an iron bar and uses his bionic arm to twist it around the doorhandles of Nakamura Industries, effectively locking the door behind him.
Zero waves goodbye to Deckard and Tai, and flips the bird once more.
Inside, the scene turns instantly. Shock and disbelief, confusion and rage. The swarm begins to come for Zero, but it is Deckard that holds his fist up to stop them.
“Hey, do you smell that shit?”
Gunnar Tai pulls up next to him, sniffing the air.
“Like rotten eggs?”
The pair look at each other for a moment, confused until the penny drops on both men at the same time.
But by then it’s too late.
BOOM!
Cut.