Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
In the middle of an unknown location, The Butcher sits wearily upon a cot, against a wall, having his wounds tended to by Lux Bellator. Behind him, Sir Renault and Sigil stand watch.
“He has a plan,” The Butcher says with an exhale through pain.
That gets Sigil’s attention, and he wanders over, Renault in tow.
“He told you what he’s planning?” Sigil queries.
“The cunt delighted in it. He didn’t just beat the shit out of me, but talked me into a coma too,” Colin grunts. He adjusts himself as Lux cleans a wound. “He has a plan to become even more powerful than he ever has been or was.”
The Collector folds his arms.
“How?” He asks.
“He didn’t go as far as to say, as you’d expect; he told me it was unorthodox and that you’ll never know what’s hit you,” The Butcher remarks with a shrug.
“What about us?” Renault chimes in. “What did he say about Vayikra?”
The Butcher pauses for a moment, reluctant at first to say.
But Renault pushes.
“Well?” He demands. “What did he say?”
“He’s planning to resurrect Yahweh, just like he promised. He doesn’t intend to break that. If Rhodes succeeds in defeating Bellator and stopping Sigil, Death will reach into the abyss and bring Yahweh back,” The Butcher announces. “But your betrayal may be the end of that.”
Renault can’t believe it. He grabs at his head in frustration, pacing away in anger. He never thought it possible; he thought it a lie. Colin says that it isn’t.
Sigil quickly approaches him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Why does this matter to you?” He asks carefully. “You never met Yahweh. He wasn’t your friend or your enemy. Why does his existence matter to you?”
“Have you met him?” Renault queries, looking up.
Sigil removes his hand and backs away, turning around.
Cut.
A man awaiting a grim fate squares off against the very Harbinger of it, as Sir Gable takes on Chronoa!
Gable immediately goes on the attack, looking to use his technical prowess to get the better of Chronoa as he locks in a tight headlock…only for Chronoa to shove him off, sending him toward the corner…where he manages to stop just short of hitting the turnbuckle, only to be blindsided!
Chronoa uses her height to get the better of Gable with a forearm to the back of the head, before laying in some kicks to wear the zealot down…but eventually, Gable manages to get to his feet, shooting a double leg to take the Eversor down hard to the canvas!
With the zealot back in control, Gable brings Chronoa up to her feet before cinching in a waistlock, lifting her up for a German suplex…but he’s not done yet, keeping things rolling until he’s managed to hit five in a row! FIVE COMMANDMENTS DOWN…BUT CHRONOA ESCAPES BEFORE THE REMAINING FIVE!
She’s gathering her strength now, taking him down hard before rearing back for a spinning heel kick! TWISTED SMILE…BUT GABLE DUCKS IT JUST IN TIME! Gable grabs her, lifting Chronoa up for a stalling suplex…and driving her down hard to the canvas! PUGHPLEX! Gable makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Chronoa was overwhelmed by the tenacity of the zealot Gable tonight!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: SIR GABLE [/edgtf_highlight]
Darkness.
We find ourselves within Death’s domain, the reaper himself standing with his hands clasped behind his back as he examines a tome, soon interrupted by the sounds of a door opening, Deathnote entering the room. The son of Death himself has an expression on his face best described as a mix of confusion, anger, and even fear. He approaches his Death, clearing his throat.
“Father?” he says, speaking quietly, as though he does not want to even be in this room.
“Yes?” Death doesn’t even turn to acknowledge his son, examining the tome before him idly.
“I have questions for you,” the Author says, approaching Death and standing as tall as he can, trying to put on the appearance of confidence. “I know you must be aware… but my name. It was in the book. This must be a mistake, right? I’m your son, I would never be slated to die, would I?”
Death finally turns his head, looking at his son for a moment before sighing. “Your name was in the book? Well, if it was, then I suppose it is your fate to perish on the date it says.” Death speaks matter-of-factly, turning to face his son entirely and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Though I suppose someone could have written your name on its pages, though I have no idea who.”
Deathnote, displeased, brushes his father’s hand from his shoulder, balling up his fists. “There has to be a reason my name is in there, father! Did your little birdie write it? Did Sigil? You know as well as I am that I cannot die-”
“Could not, son. Your name is in the book, your fate is sealed unless you can find the writer and get them to remove it as not even I have the power to do so once it the end is upon those pages. But, be warned, my ‘little birdie’ is most definitely after you. It’s his job, he does it well. You know as well as I do how dangerous Jensen is, you’d do well to stay weary.”
The room falls silent as Deathnote stews on his father’s words, nodding his head.
“Find the writer. Understood.”
As Deathnote turns to leave his father nods his head.
“Good luck, and stay safe.”
Cut.
Backstage, in a dressing room lit only by a candle, there is a furious Tureos. He storms around the room before stopping and facing the corner furthest away from the door. He points a finger angrily in that direction.
“Was Dead End something to do with you?” he demands, his breathing heavy.
The camera pans quickly to the corner. Tureos sits in the corner, except now his breathing is jittery and there is fear in his eyes. He’s barely able to talk.
“N-no. Nothing to do with me. I promise. I wouldn’t!”
Another quick pan and Tureos lowers the pointing finger. He’s still angry though.
“Why should I believe you?” he bellows.
“Because you know me. You know me like nobody else does. I couldn’t defy you,” comes the answer from the corner Tureos. He’s practically vibrating, he’s shaking so much.
Furious Tureos strides towards the corner.
“Listen to me, Reed. I will take your word for this, because I know you are pathetic and weak, and the likelihood of you being able to pull this off is infinitesimal. But if I ever find out that this was you? Well…”
Tureos blows out the candle.
“I’ll snuff you out like the flame on this candle. Do you understand?”
There’s nothing but silence.
“I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?”
There’s a click and the candle is lit again. The Tureos from the corner, referred to as Reed by the angrier Tureos is nowhere to be seen. In fact, the whole dressing room is nowhere to be seen. Tureos now stands, candle in hand, just behind the entrance to the ring, ready for his match.
Cut.
Is Tureos set to tango with a dead man, or is this all in his head?
Tureos and The Dead tie up collar and elbow, Tureos with a fireman’s carry that drops the Dead on his ass and transitions into an arm bar that hyperextends The Dead’s arm as if it were about to snap off from the joint! Tureos rears back as the Dead reaches for the ropes…
Too far away, The Dead changes course, rolling around and getting to his feet as Tureos clings on to that arm, but The Dead simply does not pay any mind to it as he single arm powerbombs Tureos to the mat for the ONE! … TWO!! … TUREOS RELINQUISHES TO BREAK THE PIN!!
Both men to their feet and Tureos throws a right that Dead catches, and then a left that’s also caught, locking them in at the sides— HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL BOTH MEN COLLAPSE— THE DEATH RATTLE!!
The Dead is back up, but Tureos is grabbing at his head and is slow to move, seemingly not present in the moment, and The Dead takes advantage of this… he loosens that creaky shoulder up as Tureos turns around, then rushes at him— BULLHAMMER ELBOW TO THE THROAT!!! TUREOS BREATHED HIS FINAL BREATH!!! Cover—
ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
The Dead rises tonight with a big win over Tureos!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: THE DEAD [/edgtf_highlight]
Recorded Earlier.
Hours before being set to face Kaine Knightlord, we find The Impaler on bended knee, his head lowered in the presence of Chronoa, who smirks at the gesture.
“It is time, Impaler…time to get you battle-ready for what’s to come. We will reach our final test at Red Snow, but first? I need you to hone in on your power. After all, that monster Knightlord nearly matched it when you clashed previously…and I need to know that you can overcome that hurdle, when the time is right.”
The lights flicker as Legion gives a nod of acknowledgement, much to the delight of a now-smiling Harbinger of Fate. Suddenly, a large statue appears before The Impaler, a much larger stone version of the Dark Detective he’s set to fight later. Legion rises to his feet, staring this figure down as Chronoa motions to it.
“Have at it, my weapon.”
With that, The Impaler charges at the statue, raising a fist to knock the head right off…but the statue barely even budges. Legion glares at this, speaking in somewhat of a gruff tone of voice.
“What is this!?”
This garners another smirk from Chronoa.
“I said it was a test, didn’t I? Tests are never easy. Show me what you’ve got.”
The Impaler nods, willing to oblige as he continues to throw fists at the statue…and as the lights start to surge brighter and brighter, we can see the effect Legion is having, as he manages to start wearing down on the heavy stone presented to him. Eventually, he lands one particularly nasty-looking punch, and the head of the statue shatters…again, much to Chronoa’s delight.
“Good, now we’re getting somewhere.”
The Impaler turns to face her, giving another nod of acknowledge to the Eversor as the statue behind him crumbles to dust, a possible sign of things to come.
Cut.
Can the Dark Detective get to the bottom of what’s eating The Impaler? Or will Legion be one too many a foe for Knightlord to take?
The bell rings and Impaler rushes Knightlord— ADAM SMASHER— BUT KAINE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Kaine pounces onto Impaler’s back like a spider monkey, Impaler tosses his weight left and right but Kaine clutches on and yanks Impaler’s head back by the mask— JUST A BITE!! TO THE FOREHEAD!!
But Impaler finally gets his hands on Kaine and puts him over his shoulder— HE RUNS ACROSS THE RING— BUT KAINE SLIPS OUT BEFORE IMPALER CAN POWERBOMB HIM! Impaler turns around— BIG KICK TO THE GUT! Kaine grabs a hold of Impaler’s hulking arms and spins— NIGHT RAID!?! …
NO!!! Impaler pushes Kaine into the ropes, and on the rebound gets confronted with an on-rushing Impaler— ADAM SMASHER!! BIG RUNNING LARIAT!! Kaine flips around and crashes from the impact and Impaler follows up by stretching the vampire’s arms behind him and locking up his legs into the Romero’s Special!!
Impaler transitions into a dragon sleeper— EVE’S SNAKE!! KAINE IS TRAPPED!! He’s scratching and clawing at Impaler but they’re mere mosquito bites to this beast, and Kaine moves less and less, slowly fading into sleep as the ref raises his arm— ONE! And again— TWO!! For the submission— THREE!!! KAINE IS OUT!!!
The Dark Detective was put to sleep tonight by Legion, though it wasn’t the eternal sleep he was hoping for!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND STILL DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: THE IMPALER [/edgtf_highlight]
The voice of Banzan booms into the darkness.
“I was just a man once. A great king of men.”
Banzan… nay… Vali rules upon a golden throne, a beautiful queen at his side.
“One day, a demon came to my kingdom, seeking to challenge me.”
Vali emerges from the gates of his kingdom, causing the foul demon to turn tail and run into cave.
“Time passed into memory, but I at last smote this unworldly creature.”
His sword sticking out of the demon’s chest, Vali turns to leave the cave.
But the path has been blocked by a large stone.
“Betrayed by my people, my blood, I sat in penance.”
A glow overtakes Vali.
“Until I was visited by Brahma, the Creator as known to the Hindu. He granted me a boon, raising me from beyond this mortal coin to be a demi-god. My boon was that battle would strengthen me. Death itself would fuel the wellspring I could draw from to sustain myself.”
For the first time, Vali draws from the wellspring.
“I traveled the world, an indestructible mountain to those who faced me. Bali, some called me. But the name that stuck was given by the Japanese. Banzan.”
Banzan walks the earth, his path taking him through virtually every civilization from his beginnings. From ancient times, to America in the eighties.
“They saw me as peaceful, and if there’s one thing man cannot abide, it’s one who is at peace. Their attempts to wage war only gave me strength. Their attempts to understand only made them more foolish. Their death was my life.”
His hulking form rampages through and underground lair, leaving dead bodies behind him before the blue glow of TGK travelling into the future gives him pause.
“But the actions of a pair of American scientists caused me to meditate for many years, living among monks as I strengthened my will. Waiting for a sign.”
Ring of Dreams. 2019. Rain destroys the Tap Room, completing his killing of the gods.
“Brahma was gone. Death was all that remained. If there was such power in OSW, then it was time for me to come forth.”
Banzan wins Lambs to the Slaughter. He runs roughshod over OSW. So many fall before him.
“But now… my day has come.”
Darkness.
The Mountains facade has shattered to reveal the demi god Vali but tonight he has two formidable opponents before him. Will Vali retain? Will the madness rewind once more to Seesaw or will Darth Jesus gain his first OSW singles title?
The bell sounds as Banzan rushes forward, obliterating Sir Renault with a brutal Lariat that turns the Templar inside out. He tries to do the same to Seesaw but the Cackling Madcap drops to his back, SURPRISE, BANZAN’S DEAD! The Mountain staggers back, Seesaw pounding down on him with lefts and rights before he delivers a hard knee to the jaw that rocks Banzan. Seesaw then places his head between his legs, trying to lift him up for a Piledriver but Banzan manages to backdrop his way out.
Seesaw staggers back to his feet into a hard club to the back of the neck before he’s lifted up off his feet, SUFFERING IS ETERNAL! REGAL BACKDROP! Renault rushes back to his feet, delivering a hard superkick to the side of the head that staggers the Mountain as he tries to flip Banzan over into the crucifix but Banzan’s too damn strong as he flips Renault around and shows him some Suffering too with his own Regal Backdrop! Banzan’s clearing house here as Vali smiles sadistically, peeling Renault up off the mat as he underhooks the Templar underneath both arms and begins to rain down knee after knee after knee before a final leaping one nearly knocks Darth Jesus the hell out.
Banzan lets the limp Renault fall to the mat, turning around into a kick to the dick by Seesaw that doubles the demi-god over before Seesaw rushes up to the middle rope, delivering the finger guns before leaping off INTO A CHOKESLAM! Banzan nearly shakes the very ring from the sheer force as he slides his thumb across his throat before lifting Seesaw up off the mat into a Suplex position.
BALIDAAN! ORANGE CRUSH POWERBOMB! Banzan sacrificed Seesaws very soul here as he drops down for the sure victory, one…two…three!!
Vali picks up a brutal dominating victory here as retaining his Rewind Championship like the true monster of war he is
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND STILL REWIND CHAMPION: BANZAN [/edgtf_highlight]
A Waffle House.
Why a Waffle House? Because when you’re name is Chip Montana that’s the kind of place you can get eggs and waffles late at night and they never question you having a rabbit at your table! The show host sits across from Dave, reading the barely clean menu and looking at his rabbit friend.
“Of course they ain’t got carrots here! The only veggies on this menu are lettuce and tomato… and I think that’s on a burger.” He looks over at Chip’s menu, raising his eyebrows as Dave seemingly points something out on the menu. “Well fuck me, they got salad? Who comes to a waffle house for a salad?”
He pauses, nodding his head. “Okay, who outside of a rabbit comes here for a salad.” Chip smiles as they playfully bicker, not even looking to the waiter as he walks up.
“May I get your order?”
“Oh, yeah, I’ll take and All-Star and this lil bugger will have that salad…” He pauses, listening to Dave again. “And some blueberries if you have ’em.”
“We’re all out of all of those things, but what about… some rabbit stew?” The waiter speaks, beginning to giggle ever so slightly. Chip turns to him, scowling.
“What kind of sick fuckin-” he trails off, finally laying eyes on the waiter to see what can only be Andrew Fish… or someone much like him. His brothers? They know him as Chef.
CHOP!
CHOP!
CHOP!
CHEF USES A CLEAVER TO CHOP AT DAVE WHO NARROWLY AVOIDS THE ATTACK!
“How many of you cunts are there!?” Chip reaches across the table and grabs the salt! He throws the entire shaker into Chef’s face! The salt blinds him as Chip shoulder checks him on the way out of the booth, heading towards the door only for Chef to grab him from behind! Both men wrestle throughout the building!
CHOP!
THE CLEAVER GETS EMBEDDED IN CHIP’S ARM!
CRACK!
CHEF CATCHES A BOTTLE OF TEXAS PETE TO THE HEAD!
The Fish brother screams in pain as his eyes begin to burn! Chip yanks the cleaver out of himself before grabbing Chef!
GORILLA PRESS! CHIP THROWS CHEF OVER THE COUNTER AND ONTO THE FUCKING GRILL! CHEF YELLS IN AGONY BEFORE ROLLING TO THE FLOOR!
As SeeSaw’s brother writhes in agony Chip scoops up Dave and rushes through the door, quickly rushing to his car.
“How the fuck is this only the third worst Waffle House trip I’ve ever had?” He turns on the vehicle, making his escape before Chef can even get off of the floor.
Cut.
“I want them. I need them. Both of them, they will burn…”
Pyre stands with her phone pressed to her ear, speaking to who we can assume is her husband.
“I know you get it, babe. I want revenge on those two fuckers. Hollywood was right… Bad Mother Fuckers are gonna finish this once and for all.”
Pause as she listens to the voice on the other end.
“No, you focus on getting your sweet ass outta there. I can handle a few old friends.”
It is at that point that Tag and Ether join her, Tag slamming her up against a wall.
“Is that who I think it is?”
He utters into the phone, knowing that Simon can hear him on the other end. Pyre simply glares as Ether chimes in.
“Put it on speaker phone. We need to have a word with that dead man of a husband of yours.”
She takes the phone from Pyre and places it on a table, tapping at the screen until Simon’s voice crackles out of the receiver, a bad connection makes it difficult to hear.
“What the fuck do you two want? Leave my wife alone.”
Tag growls into the phone.
“You know what we want Simon. This is just a courtesy call to say we’ll be seeing you real soon. Inside the cell or outside, we’re going to give you the same fucking ending you gave him.”
Simon’s voice comes calmly from the other end of the phone.
“Now hang on a minute here. You’ve got the wrong guy.”
Ether laughs, mockingly, barely hiding her rage.
“Fuck off Simon. I don’t want to hear your fucking lies.”
From the phone, his voice crackles a reply.
“You trust some grainy footage that Zero happened to find? I’m telling you, you’re being taken for a damn ride. Don’t be stupid, you fucking idiots.”
Tag and Ether both pause for a moment, not believing a word Simon is pleading. But Simon’s voice crackles thorugh to break the tension.
“I’ve got to go, they’re gonna…” And the line falls dead. Both sets of Jet Set Radio eyes fall on Pyre. Pyre holds her hands up.
“I’m as pissed off as you are.” She begins. “Wiz deserved more, he deserved better than that.”
Ether snarls.
“Don’t you dare say his name, bitch!”
Pyre allows her voice to remain calm.
“You cannot let Zero fool you. He altered the footage. He manipulated it. I know him, I know how he works. If there’s anybody to be suspicious of, it is him. We are allies and this is a time to stand together, not let him divide us.”
Tag hesitates for a long moment, then slowly lets Pyre go, collapsing to his knees. Pyre uses this cue to drive her point home.
“Somebody who has knowledge of how to do some really technical shit tampered with that footage, and Zero just happened to come across it. Come on, you two. Don’t let your love for your friend take you for fools in his memory. He’s trying to make Simon seem guilty.”
Ether and Tag don’t seem to quite believe Pyre’s words, but they hit home enough to stop them from tearing her limb from limb. Clearly, neither quite know what to think.
Cut.
Four men that have had their battles and alliances as of late, but it’s every man for himself with the VHS Championship up for grabs!
Despite the recent confrontation between them, Deathnote and Cussen immediately focus their attention on Sigil, with absolute bedlam ensuing as the champ eventually joins in! Sigil manages to send Bellator and Cussen over the top rope to the outside, before getting blindsided with a forearm by the Author of Death!
Sigil drops down, much to Deathnote’s amusement as we see Cussen and Bellator getting back to their feet on the outside. Deathnote brings the Collector up to his feet, but Sigil turns things around with a flurry of rough blows, focused on the eyes, mouth, and throat! FOR THE COLLECTION!
But Bellator comes sliding in, stopping the Collector from following up on it, instead sending Sigil to the ropes before hitting a hurricanrana that drops him hard onto the canvas! Meanwhile, Cussen slides across and makes a sneaky cover on Deathnote…only to be broken at two with a running dropkick!
Cussen’s effort to steal the win are thwarted as he rises to his feet, only to be sent over the top and to the outside by Sigil! Deathnote gets back on his feet, pulling Bellator in! TURN THE PAGE! Deathnote spikes Bellator on his head, covering him! ONE! TWO! THREE!
A wild four-way match that came close ends with Deathnote picking up the win to become the new VHS Champion!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND NEW VHS CHAMPION: DEATHNOTE [/edgtf_highlight]
The Generation Kid is sat backstage, deep in thought.
Tonight, he faces his best friend Vigour in a match. Will the Whisper hunting them show up?
And what of Banzan?
That question, at least, has an immediate answer since Banzan himself now stands before TGK.
“Have you made your choice?” Banzan asks, malice in his voice.
Moving with surprising slickness, the Mountain almost coils around TGK as he circles him. The Kid, for his part, remains calm.
“I thought you said there was no choice at all?” TGK says sarcastically. “Serve you by fighting for you, or serve you by fighting you?”
Stopping in front of the Kid, Banzan reaches down to forcefully pull TGK’s eyes up to meet his. The Kid’s eyes glow white for a moment.
“Do it.” Banzan spits. “Give into your nature. A robot, built to serve the great Vali! A killer who never tires, who has no emotion, who is able to make an indestructible mountain even more invincible.”
“No.” TGK says. “That’s not who I am.”
“It’s not?”
The Mountain releases TGK from his grip, grinning with pure spite.
“Then who are you?” He says after a moment. “That’s what you’ve been trying to answer all this time. You’re not weak like a human, giving into emotion.”
TGK bolts up.
“It’s not weak to have emotion!” He says. “It’s not weak to feel. To do good. To stand beside your friends.”
“Friends?” Banzan growls. “No such thing. Only victims to feed the Mountain. Just you wait, Kid, your friend will abandon you as well. He worries about the Shepard who has come for him. You will have no part in their struggle.”
Shaking his head, TGK heads for the door.
“And when you’re alone again?” Banzan says, contempt dripping from his voice. “Where will that lead you?”
TGK walks out the room, leaving Banzan to finish his statement.
“Right back to me.”
Cut.
These two remaining best friends survived Dead End and get the opportunity to reunite against an old foe tonight!
As the bell rings Hollywood gets the jump on Jet Set Radio— LIGHTNING STRIKE!! SUPERKICK TO TAG!! As he rolls to the outside Ether skates at The Icon— ETHER STRIKE!! The spinning heel kick knocks Storm off his feet and Ernst calls Tag for some assistance.
They whip Storm into the ropes and on the rebound lift him high in the air before dropping him chest first— DOUBLE FLAPJACK!! Next Tag lifts Storm up high into a stalling suplex while Ether skates into the ropes… but Storm slips out and pushes Tag from behind into the oncoming Ether!
They collide and Ether sputters into a crash while Storm leaps at Tag as he turns— DOWNPOUR!! CODEBREAKER!! Now Ether is back up and Storm takes another shot— LIGHTNING STRIKE!! But Ether ducks the superkick and yanks Storm’s arm down as she shoves some sole food in his face…
But Storm frees his arm at the last second, moving out of the way as Tag leapfrogs him crotch-first right into Ether’s skate— FUCK YA BALLS, TAG!! Tag has turned beet red, crumpled up in the fetal position and poor Ether checks on him before turning around into— A STUNNER!!! GALE FORCE!!! Storm covers Ether— ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Tag and Ether were caught in the eye of the Storm, as Luke beats the odds here tonight!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: LUKE STORM [/edgtf_highlight]
Sir Gable cuts a lonely figure, sat at a table backstage. Perhaps it’s why he does not flinch as usual when Israel Grimwolf enters the room and sits at the table with him.
“Avast, me hearty. Ye look down,” he starts.
Gable does not even look away from the table.
“It’s over.”
Grimwolf looks puzzled.
“What do ye mean?”
“Vayikra has been shattered. There have been so many betrayals in the group that I don’t believe Vayikra can even continue from here,” he explains. “I’m not sure I believe in the mission anymore. Or rather I’m not sure that the mission was ever truly a common one.”
He finally looks up from the table to face Grimwolf.
“Perhaps you were right, Israel, and it was all just a distraction from the truth. A distraction from my imminent death.”
Gable reaches up towards his face and pulls away the mask. He then removes the tunic and armour that he has worn for so long. He looks almost like the old Cael Gable, but yet jaded.
Grimwolf stands and walks away from the table slowly, motioning.
“I feel as bad a crewmate with scurvy, me hearty, I truly do. I never like to say I told ye so. And I’d never want to see ye sad. But now with all of that out of the way, ye can become the Nekken, like I told ye, and become immortal. I can save ye!”
Gable does not follow him.
“Grimwolf, this does not mean I want to follow your plan. I don’t want to be the Nekken. I don’t want to be anybody else. Sir Gable is gone – if I become the Nekken it’s just another Gable that isn’t Cael.”
Gable sighs.
“I thank you for caring. But I have to face my fate head on. There are no loopholes for me.”
Gable stands and leaves the room in a different direction, leaving Israel Grimwolf standing alone, gawping. A look of annoyance crosses his face.
Cut.
Two best friends shaken by terrifying truths revealed at Dead End forced to duke it out here tonight. Will TGK prove why he’s such a formidable weapon or can Vigour summon the strength against the Whispers of death itself?
The bell starts as both friends slowly come forward, both frowning unsure of the last few weeks but they fist bump regardless before circling the ring as they look for an opening. TGK rushes forward first, trying for a low tackle but Vigour nails him with a kick to the face before trying to deliver a Snap Suplex. TGK lands on his feet, rushing to the ropes as he bounces off, DOC BROWNS…VIGOUR LEAPS OVER! TGK nearly runs through the turnbuckles, stopping himself just in time to turn around into an enziguri to the face but the attempted Tornado DDT is thrown off as Vigour rolls through to his feet.
Both men smile and nod before rushing forward as TGK slides underneath a clothesline attempt before taking Vigour BACK TO THE FUTURE. Vigours shoulders are on the mat as the referee counts, One…Vigour gets the shoulder up, rolling to his feet right into the KARATE KID! Leaping Kick to the jaw sends Vigour staggering back into the ropes as he rebounds off right into a second Crane Kick before TGK grips him around the shoulder, MOST EXCELLENT ADVENTURE?
NO! Vigour elbows his way out before delivering a hard knee to the jaw as he leaps up, dropping TGK to the mat with a hard Tornado DDT. The Prince of Party is feeling it as he peels the Kid up off the mat, throwing him across the ring but he gets distracted by a figure at ringside. The terrifying Whisper slowly steps towards the ring, distracting Vigour as TGK takes advantage, TRANSFORMERS INSIDE CRADLE! The referee drops down for the count and the one…two..three!!!
Vigour quickly gets to his feet, Whisper sliding into the ring but both TGK and Vigour roll out as quick as they can before booking it to the back to get the hell away from the murderous Soulborne.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: TGK [/edgtf_highlight]
The city streets are completely dead, no cars, no people, only the illumination of street lights bringing any semblance of life to the sidewalk.
And allowing us to see the likes of Jensen Cussen. The Black Hand walks at a casual pace, seemingly enjoying the feel of the air on his face, the feeling of being alive. However, his joy is cut short as the sound of footsteps get his attention, Vengeance turning immediately to catch Deathnote walking out of an alleyway.
The glint of an obsidian knife clutched tightly in his hands.
“If you wanted an audience all you had to do was ask. Though we already have a date for that, don’t we?” Cussen smirks as he speaks, watching as Deathnote approaches him.
“Shut it. You know why I’m here. I have a few questions for my father’s favorite lapdog.” Deathnote grits his teeth as he closes in on Jensen, the knife held up, ready to strike at any moment. “Such as: Who put my name in the book? It would never have appeared on its own so obviously someone had to place it there. I can’t find Sigil, so I suppose I have to believe it was you.”
Deathnote gets dangerously close to Cussen, the former Corvus sneering as the knife gets placed to his throat! However, despite how close to death he could truly be, he does not even flinch.
“I do not write in the book, Deathnote. I simply carry out the orders placed inside of it when the time comes. I could kill you at any time now that your name is between those lines. But I don’t have to do that, do I? No, your death has a date, doesn’t it? If you’re so curious about the writer, you should look harder.”
As Deathnote takes a moment to take in what he’s hearing he lets his guard down! Jensen grabs the knife’s blade!
HE CRUSHES IT IN HIS HANDS! THE FRAGILE OBSIDIAN SPLINTERS AND JENSEN THROWS A HAYMAKER THAT SENDS DEATHNOTE SPRAWLING!
The Author slowly begins to pick himself up, but Jensen merely drops the broken blade, blood leaking from his palm as he enters a nearby alleyway. “The clock is ticking, Deathnote.”
With those words, Jensen disappears into the darkness, Deathnote left no closer to an answer.
Cut.
Elsewhere.
Quite some time has passed since his match against Tureos, and somewhere out in The Rack we find ourselves in the presence of. The Dead…and he is exhausted, much to his confusion.
“Something is…off.”
He can barely get that last word out before nearly collapsing on the ground, just managing to catch himself as he finds a place to take a seat…and a rest.
He looks at his arms, looking at the scars that were left behind by Kaine Knightlord’s vicious attack…and takes special notice of one bite in particular, swelling as if it was infected.
The man once known as Painkiller managed to never notice it until this very moment, but he soon comes to a realization as he rises to his feet.
“I need to get this cleaned up…now.”
The sudden movement makes him light-headed, but The Dead is able to catch himself quickly enough before sauntering off, on a search for something to sanitize the situation.
Meanwhile.
We find Kaine Knightlord lurking around nearby, presumably looking to finish what he started with The Dead.
He even finds the man slowly making his exit from The Rack…but before he can strike, the HellBat begins coughing.
The reflex becomes more uncontrollable by the second, forcing Knightlord to take a seat and assess his situation.
“Something’s…not right.”
He thinks back to Dead End, and his encounter with the man he took a bite out of…and that’s when it clicks.
“He’s a man that cannot feel pain..so there’s bound something in that blood of his. Has to be.”
A snarl forms on Kaine’s face at the thought of this.
“He’s done something to me, somehow…and there’s only one way to find out how to fix it.”
Suddenly, the cough returns, forcing the Shadow Bat to retreat…and to settle on a new tactic against his prey.
Cut.
The Queen of Flames has survived many a challenger since selling her soul for the title but the King of the Seven Seas may well be her greatest challenger yet. Can Pyre retain her gold once more on road to the battle of the Mother Fuckers or will Grimwolf become the world champion for a second time?
The bell sounds as Grimwolf rushes forward, taking Pyre by surprise with a brutal running right to the jaw that nearly knocks the champion out right there and then. Israel takes advantage of the stunned champion by unloading on her with lefts and rights before a brutal knee sends her staggering backwards through the middle rope to the floor below. Israel follows her out, rushing at her from behind but Pyre ducks underneath the Lariat attempt, suckering him in
FOR A DROP TOE HOLD! Grimwolf’s skull slams down hard onto the steel steps, Pyre following up with a leaping stomp, driving him down once more into the steel. Grimwolf’s woozy as Pyre lifts him, rolling him back into the ropes before leaping up onto the apron and flipping over the ropes as he slowly gets to his feet right into FIRE IN THE BELLY! The X-Factor slams Grimwolf hard into the mat, Pyre hooking the leg for the one…two…Grimwolf gets the shoulder up!
Pyre backs up, cocky smirk on her face but Israel ducks underneath the Superkick attempt before nearly kicking her damn head off with a brutal Big Boot. The Fire Bitch staggers to her feet, KEEHAUL…NO! Pyre ducks under, kneeing Grimwolf right into the dick before spiking him into the mat with a brutal DDT. The Queen of Flames looks for the end, quickly rushing to the top rope as Israel slowly gets to his feet right into the DANCING FLAMES! Pyre hits the Stunner perfectly, Grimwolf crashing to the mat as Pyre rolls through for the pinfall and the one…two…three!!!
The Fire Bitch claims another victim as not even the depths of the ocean itself could douse Pyre’s flames tonight.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND STILL OSW WORLD CHAMPION: PYRE [/edgtf_highlight]
Backstage, we find TGK and Vigour.
Running.
The lights are dim, flickering with every turn they make.
“You sure we can’t fight him?” TGK says, focused on his surroundings. “I put him down last time.”
“Sure doesn’t look down.” Vigour pants.
As they turn a corner, something seems to come up from behind them like a gust of wind.
Except it’s not wind.
It’s souls.
Faceless souls from the Broken Spire float to block every path. Every which way the Rainbow Party tries to run, the soul quickly turns into Whisper himself.
He’s using a Spectral Port!
“We have to split up!” Vigour yells as the souls close in on them.
“Split up?” TGK counters. “This guy is unstoppable.”
“No.” Vigour says. “No one is. But he’s here for me, not you.”
Before Vigour can say another word, TGK’s eyes begin to glow white. Lasers shoot out from them, but not at Whisper!
THE GROUND MELTS AWAY AROUND THEM, DROPPING THEM ONTO THE SEWERS!
TGK leads Vigour away, blasting a labyrinth of self-made tunnels through the sewers until they finally stand alone.
“I’m not leaving you.” TGK says after a moment.
The Prince of Party shakes his head.
“Kid, listen to me.” Vigour says, putting his hand on TGK’s shoulder. “I knew this was coming. It looks like I’m the one that has to fight him. He won’t stop until he’s got me dead. There’s not a damn thing you can do but delay that. And what about Banzan?”
“I can handle them both.” TGK pleads, his youthful exterior shining through. “I’m…”
“Don’t.” Vigour says. “I don’t give a fuck if you were built in a lab, you’re just as human as I am. You feel. You think. You want to do good. You are good. Now let’s get out of here, and you can go prove Banzan wrong, and I’ll go give Whisper the fight of his life.”
With a slow nod, TGK seems to accept Vigour’s words. The Rainbow Party begins to navigate their way out of the escape TGK built for them, but one of the faceless souls rises up behind them unseen. Whisper takes his form with a sense of joy about him.
“Once the interloper is out of the picture, Vigour will die a quick death.”
Cut.
Simon is in jail, awaiting trial. An orange ‘Department of Corrections’ jumpsuit seems to fit him almost too well as he enters the prison visitation room, escorted by a trio of guards.
The room is filled with rectangular tables at which steel chairs sit, each side of each table separated by a pane of glass. A smattering of people sit spread out at different tables, deep in conversation. The guards direct Simon to a seat in the centre of the room, then stand back as an unlikely figure enters the visitation room.
Zero.
He takes a seat behind the pane of glass, on the opposite side of the table. Simon looks none to happy to see him, but Zero in contrast, looks as smug as can be with a shiteating grin on his face.
“Orange is your color, Mr. Blackhart. Hope you’ve settled in to your new home well.”
Simon glares through the glass.
“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time. It’s your fault I’m here.”
Zero leans back on his chair, putting his feet up on the visitation table.
“Look at you. Stone cold killer. No remorse, not a fucking care in the world.”
Simon coughs a single laugh.
“You’re not going to get me to bite. I blame you, for everything.”
Zero stands to his feat, leaning up over the glass. The guards watching the table stiffen and begin to move toward him.
“And what are you fuckin’ going to do about it, convict?”
Simon stands to his feet to match Zero and they eyeball each other from opposite sides of the visitation table.
NIGHTSTICK TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE!
THE GUARDS STEP IN TO DRAG SIMON AWAY!
But Zero isn’t finished his taunting yet, he yells after the guards.
“That’s it. Take this piece of shit away to rot.”
The words seem to give Simon strength. He struggles against the confines the guards have him in, his entire body straining and itching for a piece of Zero.
…
Simon and Zero are both comping at the bit to get a piece of each other, in an arena even more bloodthirsty than the Slaughterhouse. The visitation room of a maximum security prison looks like as good a place as any to tear each other to pieces.
As the guards hold Simon in place, Zero saunters across the visitation room. One can feel the remaining guards in the room shift and begin to draw in as Zero smirks at the convict.
THEN HE CHARGES!
BEFORE THE GUARDS CAN REACT, ZERO HEADBUTTS THE DEFENSELESS SIMON!
SIMON STAGGERS BACKWARDS AND THE GUARDS LOSE THEIR GRASP ON HIM!
Zero has Simon now, and the pair lock horns, dragging each other across the room. Zero slams Simon into a wall and the pair exchange blows.
LEFTS AND RIGHTS!
SHOT AFTER SHOT LANDS HOME WITH NEITHER MAN THROWING UP ANY DEFENSE!
The guards step in now, scrambling themselves into action to drag both men away from each other. Visitors and convicts alike are cleared out of the way with the remaining guards keeping the makeshift crowd at what they deem a safe distance from the action.
Two guards have Simon, and two now have Zero as well. One can bet he’s in a world of shit after throwing the first swing here.
Summoning all the strength he can, Simon throws off both guards that hold him in place and comes sprinting across the prison room floor, leaping off one of the visitation tables. HE CLOBBERS ZERO OVER THE HEAD WITH A FOREARM SHIVER THAT SENDS ZERO STAGGERING!
ZERO FALLS BACKWARD INTO ONE OF THE VISITATION TABLES, SLAMMING BACK FIRST INTO THE SAFETY GLASS.
SIMON DRILLS ZERO OVER THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
ZERO LURCHES OFF THE TABLE IN RESPONSE, ANGRILY SWINGING AT HIS FOE…
CRACK!
A SECOND CHAIR SHOT FOR HIS TROUBLES!
The guards are by now letting the brawl run its distance, keeping other folk back. Simon scoops Zero off the concrete floor and IRISH WHIPS HIM TOWARDS ANOTHER TABLE!
NO!
ZERO REVERSES THE WHIP AND SIMON IS SENT SLAMMING INTO THE STEEL FRAMED TABLE!
Simon writhes in pain as Zero backs up. When the Taskmaster drags himself to a seated position, Zero comes charging.
BIONBUSTER!
ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
HE MAY HAVE BROKEN SIMON’S BACK!
The witnesses to the brawl scream in a mixture of excitement and terror as Zero lifts Simon up with his bionic arm, holding him above his head by the throat.
ZERO THROWS SIMON LIKE A JAVELIN!
SIMON SLAMS HEAD FIRST INTO A PANE OF GLASS IN THE MIDDLE OF ONE OF THE TABLES!
THE GLASS CRACKS WITH THE FORCE OF SIMON’S SKULL AND HE CRUMPLES TO A HEAP ON THE FLOOR!
Zero picks Simon up off the floor again, standing him up so that he can look into Simon’s weary eyes.
“Always the one with the fucking plan, Mister Fucking Blackhart? Look at you now, you sorry sack of shit. Your chickens are finally coming home to roost.”
All Simon can do is feebly and wildly swing at Zero, which Mister Mother Fucker easily dodges, an even wider smirk on his face.
FIREWALL!
NO!
SIMON TRIPS ZERO! HE USES HIS OWN MOMENTUM AGAINST HIM!
ZERO FALLS, SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE VISITATION TABLE!
Both men are down, but neither has an ounce of quit in them. Simon pulls himself to his feet groggily, using the table itself for strength. Zero simply rolls onto his back, not knowing where the fuck he is right now.
Simon grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet.
TORRE ATTACK!
RUNNING BULLDOG STRAIGHT INTO ONE OF THE GLASS PANES IN THE CENTRE OF ANOTHER TABLE!
HE’S BLEEDING FROM THE TOP OF THE HEAD, BLOOD FLOWING OVER HIS VISOR AND DOWN HIS FACE!
BUT HE ROLLS OFF THE TABLE AND STANDS UP!
ZERO IS STILL STANDING!
Simon charges at him again, but Zero meets him head on. The pair collide and crumple to a heap in the middle of the room. A mess of legs and arms and orange jumpsuits.
One particularly eager guard edges forward, thinking that the brawl may have reached its conclusion. But as the pile in front of him starts moving and both men claw their way to their feet again, exchanging blows once more, he soon finds himself right in the firing line.
ZERO SHOULDER CHARGES SIMON AND SENDS HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE GUARD, KNOCKING HIM DOWN!
SIMON STANDS, ONLY TO SEE THE SIGHT OF AN INCOMING CHAIR SOARING THROUGH THE AIR!
THE TASKMASTER JUMPS OUT OF THE WAY OF THE STEEL CHAIR…
BUT IT HITS THE GUARD STRAIGHT IN THE HEAD!
ZERO JUST TOOK OUT THE FUCKING GUARD!
AND HE’S BLEEDING LIKE A STUCK PIG!
Zero looks a little stunned for a second, before cracking a cocky smirk and picking up another chair. This time he charges at Simon with it instead of throwing it.
CRACK!
THE SOUND OF STEEL MEETING SKULL!
SIMON GOES DOWN!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
ZERO STANDS ABOVE SIMON AND IS BEATING THE HOLY HELL OUT OF HIM WITH THAT CHAIR!
Simon covers himself in a near foetal position, shielding his head as best he can. Eventually, Zero tosses the chair aside and closes in to seal the deal.
BUT SIMON GRABS HIM BY THE ANKLE!
CHECKMATE!
HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN!
AND HE’S HOLDING THE GUARD’S NIGHTSTICK!
BAM!
BAM!
THE FIGURE FOUR IS EXCRUCIATING, AND SIMON IS BASHING ZERO OVER THE HEAD WITH THE NIGHTSTICK FOR GOOD MEASURE!
Zero looks decidedly worse for wear. The pain is agonising, but there are no tap-outs here. Simon just wants to make him hurt. Zero manages to drag himself over to a table and pushes himself up onto one of the chairs, the leverage getting Simon to break the hold.
Simon comes at Zero again with the nightstick…
BUT ZERO SPEAR TACKLES HIM!
RIGHT ONTO THE UNCONSCIOUS BODY OF THE GUARD!
Both men are down. Both are hurting. And both start stirring.
Zero staggers to his feet, and Simon pulls himself up using the nightstick as a mini walking stick.
CPU DR-NO!
SIMON TOOK OUT HIS KNEE WITH THE DAMNED NIGHTSTICK!
WEAPON ASSISTED CATALAN OPENING!
Zero hobbles, but does not falter.
GAMBIT! WITH THE NIGHTSTICK!
Zero falls backward onto the table, but Simon closes in for the kill.
MASTER STRO – NO!
PUNK CITY FUCKING KILLAH!
OUT OF NOTHING BUT DESPERATION ZERO STAGGERS HIM!
PUNK CITY KILLER! A SECOND!
THIS ONE RIGHT ONTO A WAITING CHAIR!
SIMON CRUMPLES TO A HEAP ON THE COLD CONCRETE FLOOR!
HE’S OUT COLD!
SIMON IS OUT!
CUE THE FIREHOSE, THIS ONE IS DONE!
And the guards do. They unleash a torrent of water from the firehose that hits Zero directly in the chest, keeping him at bay long enough for a trio of the guards to grab him, cuff him, and drag him away. After inciting a brawl within the prison and assaulting a prison guard, Zero is being arrested.
A trio of guards unceremoniously drag away the unconscious carcass of Simon too. After the shit that went down here, it looks like both men are going to be in the slammer for some time!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#f9c703″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: ZERO [/edgtf_highlight]
A beautiful, picturesque home in the middle of a suburban street is where we find Sir Renault. He’s upstairs in the hallway, creeping through it carefully. Slowly but surely, he reaches his destination, stopping outside of a room with a nameplate attached.
Sanctus.
Renault reaches inside his armour, pulling out a knife.
His hand slowly reaches for the bedroom door handle.
“God forgive me,” he pleads.
Suddenly, a boot slaps against the hand, knocking it backwards and away from the door. It belongs to Solomon Rhodes!
“What do you think you’re doing!?” He yells.
Rhodes grabs his son, slamming him against the nearest wall – sending photo frames of pictures flying as they do. Solomon tries to restrain him, but Renault lashes out with a knee, scooping his father up and slamming him down on the floor.
Renault lunges with right hands, only Rhodes blocks them, lunging forward with a Headbutt that bounces off the mask of his son. Darth Jesus laughs, lunging forward with repeated headbutts of his own that bloody Solomon Rhodes, knocking him unconscious.
He gets back to his feet, picking up the blade and straightening himself out.
“It’s time to end this, father,” Renault growls. “No Sanctus, no Vayikra, no Old School Wrestling adventure. His death now will change everything. Don’t you see? This could be a way to change the present.”
Renault takes a deep breath.
“It’s a chance I must take.”
And once again, he reaches for the door handle, turning it.
To be continued…
Cut.