Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The sound of booing echoes throughout the Slaughterhouse as we open cold in the centre of the ring with Pyre, Simon and Jet Set Radio. The new OSW World Champion stands with a microphone in her hand, soaking up the boos.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to stand here before you as the OSW World Champion?” Pyre asks to more boos. “It’s been a long fucking time.”
She begins pacing back and forth.
“When Simon and I came up with the idea of a fiery whodunit, we dreamed that it’d lead us to this moment, and it has. I’m not sorry, Xavier. I’m not sorry, Luke. I don’t even pity you. I despise you.”
Pyre laughs, chuckling to herself.
“You were tools that we used, brutalized and amused ourselves with on this journey,” she iterates with a smile towards her husband. “And none of you saw it coming. From the death of Albie Shaw to Ether ‘slipping’ on the rung at Invasion, everything was of our making.”
She passes the microphone to Simon, who steps forwards to a series of chants.
“CUCK!” “CUCK!” “CUCK!”
“Oh please, do you really think your opinions bother me? I’m not only married to the most intelligent and beautiful woman on Earth, but we successfully pulled the wool over all your eyes for months.”
The fans boo and that makes him smile.
“My darling wife becoming OSW World Champion wasn’t the only thing on the agenda,” he admits. “Old School Wrestling has been a rudderless ship for a long time now, in desperate need of some leadership. As a result, I’ve been made your Commissioner. I’ll be running the day-to-day operations of Old School Wrestling.”
“ZERO! ZERO! ZERO!” Chant the fans in unison.
The Taskmaster laughs in response.
“He won’t be here tonight. In fact, I have security on every single entrance and exit to make sure of it!” Simon says to even more boos from the crowd. “They have strict instructions to brutalize your precious hero on sight if he dares to be stupid enough to show up.”
The boos now are almost deafening. Simon, along with Pyre and Jet Set Radio, find it amusing. Simon hands the microphone back to Pyre.
“Tonight, our true power will be explored. As a thank you for her participation in my Invasion victory, I’ll be defending my OSW World Championship against the wonderful Ether in our Main Event,” she announces proudly with a smile, leaning in for a side hug with the Hungry Girl. “And at Heatwave, my husband and I will give Zero and Luke Storm a chance at revenge when we face them in a Tag Team Match – should they lose, neither will ever get a World title match ever again.”
The fans cheer at the mention of Luke Storm. Pyre rolls her eyes.
“You’re all pathetic, aren’t you?” She mocks, handing the microphone back to Simon.
“Before we go, we’d like to formally introduce ourselves.”
They lean in for another embrace, wrapping their arms around one another.
“My name is Simon Black,” The Taskmaster reveals with a smile. “And this is my wife, Pamela Black-Hart.”
She leans in to the microphone.
“And we, my precious pathetic audience, are The Blackhearts.”
Suddenly, ‘Black Heart’ by Stone Temple Pilots hits as they drop the microphone and make out in front of the camera in the middle of the ring.
Wiz and Tag represent Jet Set Radio here tonight, taking on the mad energy of SeeSaw and Chip Montana. Will anarchy or insanity reign supreme?
Tag and Chip begin the match locking horns in the center of the ring. Tag quickly knees Montana in the guts… DDT PLANTS CHIP MONTANA! He dashes off the ropes, soaring through the air with a SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP! But Chip rolls out the way. Nobody’s home!
Montana tags in SeeSaw and the pair grab Tag. DOUBLE POWERBOMB DRILLS TAG! While Chip moves to the apron, SeeSaw lines up his JACK ATTACK! HE’S PUMMELLING TAG WITH A SERIES OF FISTS! In comes Wiz to stop the assault, dragging SeeSaw off his partner and hightailing it before the ref can berate him.
SeeSaw eyeballs Wiz at ringside with a manic expression on his face, leaving himself wide open for Tag. TAG ROLLS HIM UP FOR THE PINFALL! ONE! TWO! BROKEN UP BY CHIP MONTANA! The match is descending into anarchy as Chip lays into Tag in the corner. Wiz tags himself in by reaching over the ropes and comes in hot on Chip!
NECKBREAKER FROM WIZ TO CHIP MONTANA! TAPDANCE FUNK TO SEESAW! WIZ IS ON FIRE! He hooks SeeSaw’s leg! ONE! TWO! NO! SHOULDER UP! SeeSaw drags himself to his feet again. Knee to the ribs from SeeSaw! POP GOES THE WEASEL! Chip Montana takes Tag out of the ring with a clothesline and SEESAW COVERS FOR THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE!
SeeSaw and Chip Montana hold it together as a team and manage to take down Jet Set Radio here tonight! Stand up and take notice!
WINNERS: CHIP MONTANA & SEESAW
Moments after their in-ring escape.
Sigil, Corvus and Lux Bellator fall through a portal inside a church, somewhere in the middle of no-where. They’re all breathless and stunned.
Corvus and Sigil are quickly back to their feet, The Crow with a dagger to the throat of The Collector.
“Enough!” Roars a standing Lux Bellator, who dusts himself off.
Both men turn to face him.
“I know who you are,” Sigil grumbles reluctantly, backing away from Corvus carefully.
Lux doesn’t look impressed.
“And I you. You brought my son here to be a pawn in his Uncle’s game,” Bellator reminds him.
“I won’t apologize to you of all people; I know what you did, Lux. You started the apocalypse,” Sigil subsequently reminds him, bringing them both to an impasse.
“Enough of your bickering. Don’t you understand the situation we find ourselves in?” Corvus queries angrily. “Death has made a deal with Solomon Rhodes.”
Lux Bellator folds his arms. Sigil meanwhile scoffs.
“You’re afraid because you’re no longer his golden boy, Mr. Black Hand. He’s abandoned you,” The Collector says rather gleefully.
“And you’ve traded one enemy for four,” Corvus responds with a shrug. “The odds aren’t in your favour, either.”
Bellator shakes his head.
“Five, it’s five enemies. Death’s son joins those in ranks to finish this,” The Light Warrior interrupts. “But that’s neither here nor there. You must understand the bigger picture. Solomon Rhodes was there when I brought about the apocalypse and in desperation to see Yahweh again, he’s in danger of destroying the world.”
Corvus and Sigil realize that there’s even more at stake than they once thought.
“You two must align, but don’t share that with the enemy. Take the war to death’s son and I’ll handle Rhodes and my boy,” Lux assures them.
Tossed aside by Death’s new favorite toy, the Disciple of the Black Hand looks to enact vengance against one of the Templars who replaced him. Can he get some revenge against his former master or the Olympian prove too much for him?
The bell sounds as Corvus rushes forward, taking Cael by surprise with a flurry of furious lefts and rights before leaping up and drilling Sir Gable in the jaw with a nasty Corvus Kick. Gable stumbles into the steel as Corvus leaps up, holding the cage before driving Gable back first into the steel. The Crow lands knee after knee as a small wound opens on the exposed neck of Gable before he lifts him up off the mat, gripping him by the head as he tries to launch him into the cage.
Gable manages to reverse though, launching Corvus forward but the Crow manages to grab the cage, clutching on before throwing himself backwards…INTO A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Gable throws Corvus into the steel neck first, the Crow crumpling down to the canvas but Cael isn’t done as he tries to pull Corvus up but gets a stiff shot to the throat before a stiff enziguri nearly breaks his neck. Gable is dazed as he’s doubled over before placed in an STO, MIDNIGHT….
NO! Gable manages to slip out of the Spike STO, lifting Corvus up high and planting him into the cage wall with a brutal Gold Rush Spear. Gable quickly scrambles to his feet, beginning to climb the cage and escape the dangerous assassin but Corvus is on his heels, climbing up right behind him. Gable tries to kick him off but Corvus catches it, crotching him up on top as Corvus climbs up next to him before grinning evily.
AS HE LEAPS OFF WITH THE BLACK HAND’S BLADE! Corvus drives Gable fifteen feet down to the canvas with an almighty RKO that may well have murdered the Templer right here, the Crow only managing to find the strength to drape one arm over Gable, the referee on the outside counting him down for the one…two…three!!!
Corvus picks up the huge victory over the Olympian Templer here tonight, sending him down to Lucifer with that Black Hand’s Blade and gaining a little measure of revenge for Death’s abandonment
Backstage, Sir Bellator, Sir Gable and Sir Renault strut with purpose towards the ring for their match. However they turn a corner and bump into none other than Jet Set Radio, who are retreating to their locker room following Wiz and Tag’s match not too long ago.
“Ah,” says Sir Bellator. “Just who we were hoping to bump into.”
There’s a tang of attitude about JSR from the off.
“Man,” replies Wiz, “We just cannot catch a break. Don’t you jive turkeys have another picnic with the Rainbow Party to get to?”
“We may have had our eyes set on The Rainbow Party in recent times,” starts Sir Gable. “But we have not forgotten the sins of others within OSW. It would be very foolish of you to assume so.”
Tag sniggers, but before he can even speak, he is interrupted.
“Especially you, Tag,” interjects Sir Renault. “Given that your sins are the most deplorable of your little group. But the OSW locker room needs a good cleanse overall, and all three of you are prime candidates.”
Ether, unwrapping some kind of candy, shakes her head.
“You ain’t got nothing we can’t take. Bring it on.”
The three masked zealots step towards her.
“You don’t have to worry yourselves tonight. Oh no,” says Bellator. “But just know this. We have no patience to wait for change, so you’d better be prepared to beg for forgiveness for your sins. We are coming for you, and we are coming soon.”
With that, Vayikra continue towards the ring, and Jet Set Radio are left wondering just what they’re up against now.
Vayikra picked up the Tag Team Championship in a spectacular ladder match, but these disciples of Yahweh face the Disciples of Fate, as Chronoa and her weapon The Impaler look to win the belts from Sirs Bellator and Renault!
We kick things off with Bellator and Impaler, with the agility of The Templar on display as Bellator manages to avoid a forearm by Legion before using the ropes as a springboard, taking his foe down with a headscissors takedown…but The Impaler rises to his feet, charging at full speed!
ADAM SMASHER…NO! Bellator narrowly avoids the lariat, leaping over to tag in Renault! Darth Jesus goes after Legion, unleashing a flurry of offense to try and wear the big man down…but to no avail! Legion sends Renault to the ropes, hitting a power slam that drops him onto the canvas!
Renault is struggling here as Legion brings him to his feet, but Renault slips out, catching Legion by surprise with a German suplex! Renault looks for a second one…but Legion breaks the wrist lock, rushing over to the corner to tag in Chronoa, who makes a beeline for Darth Jesus!
With an onslaught of offense, Chronoa wears Renault down before looking for…THE GRAND CONCLUSION! NO! Renault dodges the running knee, rolling toward the corner for the tag to Bellator! TERRA TREMUIT! Double foot stomp from the top rope! Renault cuts Legion off as Bellator makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Bellator and Renault manage to pick up the win over a very game Chronoa and Impaler, as the champs retain against the Disciples of Fate!
WINNERS AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: VAYIKRA
A massive building looms over the city, shining in metallic gray, devoid of any other color than the black used to outline its sign. It’s soul crushingly corporate in its design.
At least, that’s how Vigour sees it.
The Prince of Party glares up at the tower, moving towards the front doors and forcing his way inside, a near empty reception area with a rather startled looking receptionist staring back at him. “May I help you,” she asks, pulling up a tablet with what appears to be a list of names and appointments.
“Mr. Nakamura, I need to speak with him.” Vigour leans against the desk, the employee behind it wrinkling her nose as she scrolls through the dates before shaking her head and looking back up at Vigour.
“I’ll need a name, sir-“
“Vigour,” he cuts her off, grabbing the tablet out of her hands. “And I don’t have an appointment. I need to speak with him immediately about something very important. Please, just ring me through.”
The receptionist’s lips curl into a frown as she reaches beneath her desk, pressing a button out of Vigour’s line of sight. In an instant, four men in suits enter from a back room, all of them showing signs of cybertech integrated in their bodies. They surround Vigour who sneers, putting up his fists.
“You’re being advised to leave. Put down the tablet and vacate the premises or we’ll make you vacate by force.”
“Fine,” Vigour says. “Take it back.”
CRACK! THE TABLET GETS CRACKED OVER THE HEAD OF ONE OF THE GUARDS AND DROPS HIM LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS! VIGOUR RUSHES TO THE ELEVATORS BUT GETS GRABBED!
The moves outside of the building, the sounds of fighting heard inside before we see Vigour thrown unceremoniously into the streets, the guards looking worse for wear as they close the door behind him. The Jack of All Senses staggers to his feet, looking up at the building before walking away, wiping the dirt from his jacket as he does.
Meanwhile, on the top floor, we catch a glimpse of Goro Nakamura, The Dragon looking down at the scene, a drink in hand.
Just what did Vigour want?
We happen upon Starboy backstage. In a moment of aloneship, they’re checking out their ass in a full body mirror. Ass cheeks peeking out of a new leopard print g-string, and Starboy is inspecting all sides of themself.
What they don’t see, as they slap themself sharply and playfully on the buttcheek is a tiny white figure creeping up behind. Out of the gaze of the reflection, a familiar rabbit enters the fray, sniffing about. His path brings him closer to the posing figure.
“Yeow! What the fuck?!”
Starboy nearly leaps out of their skin as Dave’s teeth sink into his right buttock. They spin wildly round, hunting for the source of the pain, catching a glimpse of the rabbit hanging from their rear in the mirror.
“I know it’s pretty, but let’s get to know each other first aye?”
At that moment, a fretting Chip Montana slides dramatically into the dressing room. He’s sweating, panting and has a wild look in his eyes.
A look that is soon replaced with a mixture of confusion, a little disgust. Clearly, he’s not exactly sure what he’s stumbled across. He stands, a little stunned while Starboy shakes Dave loose.
“Davey! I blinkin’ well told ya! It’s not carrots yer smelling.”
There’s a pause, Dave and Chip look at each other.
“Don’t give me that, you know what we talked about.”
Dave the Rabbit sniffs the air, lowers his head and creeps behind Chip’s legs. Then it’s Starboy’s turn to look a little dumbfounded, which soon turns to incensed.
“Soo… You wanna explain what the fuck that just was?”
Chip holds his hands up in apology. But Dave the Rabbit pokes his head back out and snarls, as best a bunny can snarl. Starboy starts to back away, but changes their mind and instead DECKS CHIP MONTANA WITH A SINGLE HOOK!
Chip drops faster than a sack of bricks, and Dave flees in fright. Starboy stands over the top of Chip, crouching down to sit on his chest, where he plants a kiss on Chip’s cheek.
“Keep your fucking rabbit away from my prize ass, love.”
Starboy stands, kicks Chip in the ribs for good measure, and storms off.
TGK didn’t have the touch to end the Pandemonium Curse but can he still ride through the eye of the storm against Death’s son to keep his hold on the Rewind Title?
Deathnote engages TGK in a collar-elbow tie-up. Death’s Son is the much stronger man in these close quarters and flips the champion onto his back with a shoulder twist. Deathnote still has hold of The Kid’s wrist. The Shinigami tries to ripcord TGK into a clothesline but The Kid ducks.
NOBODY CALLS ME YELLOW!!! Snap belly to belly lifts the crowd. Deathnote is quickly back to his feet. THE KARATE KID!!! NO!!! Deathnote ducks under crane kick, lifting TGK with a fireman’s carry….GATHER THY SOUL!!!! The knee strike hits so hard, the momentum sends TGK into the turnbuckle. Corner splash by the challenger…
TGK forward rolls to evade….BACK TO THE FUTURE….The backslide pin for ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Deathnote is on his feet again…THE KARATE KID!!! Kick to the face. TGK to the top rope…TOP GUN!!!! KNEES UP!!! Death’s progeny goes high….KISS OF DEATH!!!…the double foot stomp. Cover for ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP!!!
Incredible action as both wrestlers are going all out for the win. Deathnote peels TGK off the mat, lifting the champion onto his shoulders. YOUR DYING WISH….TGK slides off…clothesline attempt from Deathnote….The Kid ducks. Middle kick to the scribe….the leg is caught…ENZIGURI…..Deathnote ducks under it….TURN THE PAGE…..REVERSED!!! AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE! TGK hits the Rock Bottom! Cover for ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!!!
The Kid proves he is still the top gun as far as the Rewind Championship is concerned.
WINNER AND STILL REWIND CHAMPION: THE GENERATION KID
After a hell of a match with Deathnote, The Generation Kid hangs around the ring before politely asking for a microphone. He turns to address the audience.
“Like Grandpa Frog said in Lost Boys, ‘if all the corpses’ buried around here were to stand up all at once, we’d have one hell of a population problem,'” he starts off to a very confused audience.
Pausing to take in the befuddled faces, TGK chuckles.
“What I mean by that is that OSW’s like a graveyard sometimes, littered with the bones of those who refused to stand up after they got beat. Especially those that got beat in the biggest match of their life on the biggest stage there is. Out of those people, supposedly cursed people, those that aren’t gone or dead fell down a dark place. They’re making deals with Death and trying to conquer Hollywood.”
The Kid hangs his head over the ropes, getting serious.
“The truth is that I flat got beat by Zero at Ring of Dreams. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. He was just better than me,” TGK says, his tone turning contemplative. “And I’d love to go another round with him, but the other truth is that he’s got bigger fish to fry right now. “
A pregnant pause fills the air.
“So what does that mean for the Kid?”
He pauses again, nodding his head before a grin begins to form. The crowd pops as TGK stands tall, his energy spreading through the people around him.
“I’m not going to lose myself, because I know exactly who I am. I know exactly what I am here for, and that’s to keep on fighting. To keep on digging deep and doing the best I can. I may have lost, but I’m not lost. Because you people push me to be a better version of myself. Every dang day.”
The chanting reaches a fever pitch as TGK drops the mic and stands in the center of the ring.
“TEE GEE KAY! TEE GEE KAY! TEE GEE KAY!”
He’s made his statement here tonight. The Generation Kid isn’t going to stop doing what he does, and his path will lead him…
…directly into a hard clothesline!
Mr. Make Believe stands over the fallen TGK, lifting him up by his hair and shoving something into TGK’s mouth.
“This won’t hurt, it’ll just make you sleep for a while,” SeeSaw says as he throws TGK up over his shoulder.
“One of my brothers wants to play with you.”
Two of The Slaughterhouse’s most scheming scallywags and an arsenal of weapons at their disposal.
Sigil runs out of his corner with a kendo stick. Simon sidesteps a blow, snapping handcuffs onto one of The Collector’s wrists. The Taskmaster rips Sigil back towards him…GAMBIT!!!! The spinning backfist floors The Realmwalker!
Simon drags Sigil across the ring and tries to cuff The Collector to the top rope but MERCIFUL!!! Stiff chop to the back of Simon’s head. Backbreaker onto the knee and repeated elbows. It’s a LONG ROAD AHEAD for Simon…cover….ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!
Simon is back to a vertical base. Sigil tries to brain him with a cuff assisted punch. The Taskmaster ducks, scoops up a road sign and creates a dent the shape of Sigil’s head. Simon ties up Sigil…SIMONPLEX!!!! THROUGH ONTO A TRASH CAN!!!! Legs hooked for ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP!
Next Simon grabs a rope lasso. Sigil gets to his feet. COSMIC LEAP!!!! Sigil tries to portal to escape….But Simon lassos Sigil around the neck and yanks him away from the portal. Sigil gets to a vertical base. Simon looking for the running bulldog…CATALAN OPENING!!! The Taskmaster tightens the lasso around The Realmwalker’s neck and locks in….CHECKMATE!!!! The choke / leg lock proves too much and Sigil TAPS OUT!
Simon proves a task too great for The Collector.
“What are you?”
The question comes from a frustrated Chronoa. She’s sat back in a dark corner of the Slaughterhouse, tablet in hand as she looks over the history of OSW.
“So many close calls, so many deaths and resurrections. How do you keep returning? I see nothing in your history to explain this.”
She keeps going through her tablet as she keeps trying to figure out these answers for whoever’s history she is looking at. She storms out of the Slaughterhouse.
“What makes you so special, that your fate is so fluid? Ever changing?”
She walks through the halls, focused not on what is around her but clearly has a location in mind.
“I’ve never seen someone quite like you. Much like Impaler, you defy everything I should know about you.”
She tears down another hallway as she continues monologuing to herself. Chronoa growing frustrated by these unanswerable questions.
“Fate is meant to be more… Concrete. While exact information is not known, I must know more than what your history tells me. I will get to the bottom of this!”
She comes up to a door and stares at it.
“Your own monastery is in my books, and everything that happened to them followed the ropes of fate. So where do you get it?”
She continues looking at the door, thinking about everything that she has learned.
“I’ve brought the monster in Impaler to seeing things my way. So, you should be no more a challenge. I must understand your secrets, and how you defy me in such a way.”
She raises a closed fist before knocking on the door with one name written on it…
Best friends square off tonight in a battle for the VHS Championship. Will the Lover of All pick up his first championship or will the Prince of Party retain the gold?
The bell sounds as both men walk in, fistbumping for a moment before Vigour leaps up, trying for an enziguri that Starboy manages to duck under. Starboy spins around, trying to deliver a hard Donkey Punch to the back of the head but Vigour manages to catch the elbow, spinning him around into a quick pinning combination for a one count. Starboy slips out, only to get a kick to the face from Vigour
QUICK THRILL! The standing SSP hits flush but Vigour isn’t done, rolling to his feet as he rushes to the top rope, spinning around as quick as he leaps off but Starboy’s too colorful for you to handle as the Five Star hits knees. Vigour gets up holding his back in pain right into a massive Donkey Punch to the back of the head.
The VHS champ just goes down to his knees as Starboy drops down, wrapping his legs around Vigour’s head before snapping him down into a DDT variation. Starboy backs up, Vigour slowly rising to his feet right into the GANGBANGARANG! That well could be it as Starboy drops down for the cover and a one…two…kickout!
Starboy’s looking for the final blow here as he lifts Vigour up to his feet but Vigour doesn’t want any skittles today as he slips out of Tasting the Rainbow, kicking Starboy in the gut as he spins around, leaping off the ropes before spiking him into the mat with a Tornado DDT. The Prince of Party doesn’t waste any time, pulling Starboy up before finishing him off with VIM AND VIGOUR! That has to be it as Vigour drops down for the easy one…two…three!!!
Vigour picks up the hard fought victory here as he manages to retain the VHS Championship against a fellow Partier of the Rainbow.
WINNER AND STILL VHS CHAMPION: VIGOUR
Backstage, we find Lucy Seraphina making haste down one of the hallways of the Slaughterhouse, looking to leave as soon as possible. It’s unclear why she is in such a state of panic…but not for long, as we see someone stalking her from the distance.
Lucy looks more and more scared as she begins to see what’s been following her around….and the sight is ghastly.
Underneath a strangly familiar jacket is a muscular figure, covered with a thin layer of dirt and grime, simultaneously looking haggard and famished.
It’s an appearance mirrored by the look on the figure’s face.
And it…he…looks hungry, shooting a cold glare at his next meal.
Lucy’s heart is racing, drawing her predator even closer despite her attempts to back away. She’s in shock at what she’s seen here, eventually letting out a weak response.
“Please, no, don’t–“
That’s all we hear from Seraphina before the man lunges at her, tackling her to the floor. He rears back his head before clamping down on Lucy’s neck, taking a large bite! Lucy doesn’t even have a chance to scream before she’s slammed against the floor, her head colliding with.
The only sounds that follow are the gnashing of the man’s teeth, the tearing of Seraphina’s flesh, and the dripping and pouring of blood as he begins to feast.
After some time, the grisly affair comes to an end as the man lifts his head, a bit of blood on the edge of his mouth with a wicked…grin? Grimace? It’s unclear what emotion is being conveyed, other than a sense of satisfaction.
But even with that, it finally becomes clear who we’re watching at work here.
He rises from the floor, looking down at his leftovers…before lifting the body onto his shoulder, slinking away from the scene of the crime.
Eventually, we notice movement from the shadows…and recognize who has witnessed the horrific attack.
Chronoa and The Impaler.
Disciples of Fate.
Tonight, the Fire Bitch makes her very first title defense against an old rival in the Hungry Girl!
Pyre kisses her OSW championship before handing it over to the ref, who calls for the bell.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
And we’re under way: the two gals bump fists and circle one another inside the ring.
They tie up, collar and elbow. Jostling each other around for position, it’s Pyre who gets the upper hand first, flopping Ether over her shoulders with a fireman’s carry takedown, and holding on with a wrist lock. Pyre pushes into it and Ether has no choice but to scramble towards the ropes. Ether extends her leg and props her wheels onto the bottom rope to break the submission!
The ladies regroup and circle one another again with Pyre playfully flickering small flames from her fingertips in jest before locking horns for a second time. The champ again makes the first move grabbing the wrist again, but before she can twist it Ether gracefully spins around on her skates and twists Pyres arm around!
Pyre reaches for the twisted arm but Ether has position and yanks on it. Pyre falls to the mat and spins around before kipping up to reverse the wrist lock but is surprised when a rollerskate is suddenly shoved in her face as Ether pulls Pyre’s arm down, falling back towards the ground—
FUCK YA FACE!
ETHER SERVING UP THAT SOLE FOOD TONIGHT!
Pyre clutches her jaw on one knee as she watches Ether skates back and forth in the middle of the ring in jest—
SHE’S TAUNTING PYRE WITH “THE ZERO” ROLLER SKATE MOVE!!
The crowd pops and Pyre shoots a look of pure anger towards the stands as small flames flicker, not playfully this time, from her fingertips!
In response the crowd hushes and Ether freezes in place…
BUT PYRE LAUGHS IT OFF AND EMBRACES ETHER!!
The girls share a moment laughing at Pyre’s ex, and Pyre flips off the fans to incite a massive jeer!
Pyre pats Ether on the shoulder, but her smile suddenly turns into a mouth-agape look of fear as she notices something out of the corner of her eye…
THE TRON IS FLICKERING!!
Pyre moves towards the ropes and leans onto them as she analyzes just what it is that’s occurring.
Could it be???
The Slaughterhouse storefront.
Four security officers stand guard above The Slaughterhouse, chatting amongst themselves.
“He’d be fucking stupid to show up,” one of them remarks.
“I don’t think the Blackhearts expect him to be here anyway,” another replies.
An explosion suddenly rattles the entire storefront! It’s the glass door being shattered and broken off its hinges, knocking down two of the security guards.
ZERO IS FUCKING HERE!
The Bad Mother Fucker steps through the glassy wreckage, delivering a powerful bionic right hand and drops another one of the guards. The last one snaps out a baton and runs at him, only Zero spins..
AND SENDS HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE STORE’S GLASS DISPLAY WINDOW INTO THE STREET!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
He storms through the store to the back where the steps are, making his way down them and into the halls of The Slaughterhouse. It’s there that he meets more Security.
One runs at him… BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!
DOWN HE GOES!
CHOKESLAM TO FUCKING HELL!
Zero picks up a steel chair and starts storming down the halls. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s like a man possessed.
STEEL CHAIR TO A SECURITY GUARD!
HE BREAKS THE FUCKING CHAIR OVER HIS HEAD!
Suddenly, he stops.
He can see The Taskmaster at the end of the hallway. His eyes seemingly focus and zone in on him, and he starts running towards him.
Simon realizes and demands security rush in Zero’s direction.
“Get him! Get him!” He panics.
RIGHT HAND TO ONE SECURITY OFFICER!
LEFT HAND TO ANOTHER!
A KNEE TO ONE MORE!
A HEADBUTT TO ANOTHER!
He’s cleaning fucking house! Zero grabs the guy he kneed in the stomach, who’s doubled over and RUNS HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING WALL!
Simon escapes down the corridor with Zero in hot pursuit. He turns the corner, picking up a cup of coffee as he does.
Another officer rounds the corner in front of him…
HOT COFFEE TO THE FACE!
Zero drops him with a kick as he screams in agony and keeps marching forward. He wants Simon. He wants Pyre. He’s going to fucking destroy anyone and anything in his path to get there.
BUT HERE COMES TAG!
TAG OUT OF NO-WHERE WITH A BRUTAL RIGHT HAND!
HE’S THE FIRST PERSON TO LAND A PUNCH ON ZERO!
IT STUMBLES THE BAD MOTHER FUCKER!
Tag tries to grab him but Zero spins him around…
The Hacker drops Tag! He grabs a steel chair and folds it up before WRAPPING IT OVER TAG’S FUCKING HEAD! HOLY SHIT!
AND NOW IT’S WIZ WITH THE JANKY LEG!
He swings the scooter at Zero, but the former World Champion jumps over it! Zero snatches it away…
SCOOTER HANDLE BARS TO THE THROAT OF WIZ!
WIZ DROPS TO HIS KNEES!
AND ZERO SMASHES THE FUCKING SCOOTER OVER HIS HEAD AND SHOULDERS!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Zero is a man possessed!
Pyre must be shitting herself!
Pyre gulps as the tron flickers one last time…
AND ETHER ROLLS THE CHAMP UP FROM BEHIND—
WAS THIS THE DISTRACTION ETHER NEEDED??
EMPHATIC KICK OUT AT 2.999!!!
Pyre charges at Ether for taking advantage of the situation but Ether hits the deck and Pyre runs over her into the ropes! Pyre rebounds and leaps over a now-splitting Ether and off the ropes again right into an—
SPINNING WHEEL KICK!!
Pyre goes down hard and Ether covers again—
PYRE TRANSITIONED INTO A DRAGON SLEEPER—
PYRE REARS BACK ON ETHER’S NECK—
ETHER HAS NOWHERE TO GO!!
THE BAD RANDOM IS IN NO MAN’S LAND!!
NO REACHING OUT WILL BREAK THIS SUBMISSION!!
Ether is in agony, and out of desperation reaches into her pocket…
SHE BLINDLY SHOVES IT AT PYRE’S MOUTH—
THE LOLLIPOP KILL!!!
Pyre immediately relinquishes the hold and yanks that sticky old lolly out of her trachea, allowing Ether a moment to regroup as well as herself a moment to catch her breath…
Pyre’s still on her knees and Ether skates into the ropes and comes back at the Fire Bitch full speed and leaps knee first at her head—
BUT NO— PYRE DODGED THE METEORA!!
When Ether spins around she’s met with not Pyre’s face, but her foot—
BAPTISM BY FIRE!!
Ether is down but Pyre doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, she climbs the turnbuckles to the top rope and begs Ether to get up…
She does! Ether gets to her feet and turns just as Pyre leaps off the turnbuckles towards the Hungry Girl, with a twist—
PYRE ECLIPSED ETHER!!!
Pyre crawls backwards onto Ether and leans back onto her chest, hooking a leg for good measure—
ETHER’S GOING TO BED HUNGRY TONIGHT!!
Pyre grills Ether for her first successful title defense!
WINNER AND STILL OSW WORLD CHAMPION: PYRE
With the match barely over, it happens.
“Bad, bad motherfucker ’til the day I die.”
Lights around The Slaughterhouse flash black and white as the screen becomes grayscale.
“When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad motherfucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can’t see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free”
As ‘Bad Mother Fucker’ by Machine Gun Kelly picks up, out struts Zero with a look of pure fucking rage on his face.
Pyre’s face is a picture. She’s lost all colour at the sight of her former fiancé.
Zero begins storming towards the ring…
STEEL CHAIR FROM BEHIND!
IT’S FUCKING SIMON!
THAT FUCKING CUNT!
SIMON LEVELS HIM WITH A STEEL CHAIR! Zero goes down with the impact, sprawling across the floor.
The Taskmaster quickly rushes by him and slides into the ring next to his wife, steel chair still in hand.
Zero gets back to his feet, blood pouring from the back of his head. He’s fucking pissed.
And he’s not finished.
The Bad Mother Fucker comes again – relentless and enraged.
As he approaches the ring apron, fire suddenly shoots up all around the ring! It’s Pyre! The Fire Bitch blasts flames around the ring to protect both herself and her husband.
Zero looks for a way to get inside but can’t find one. The entire ring is surrounded like it’s an Inferno Match.
Pyre has a microphone.
“Oh sweetie, I know you’re mad, huh?” She says with a sinister mocking tone. “You always thought yourself the big bad mother fucker, with a big black swinging dick. It must really hurt that all the while that I was with you, I was fucking my well-hung white husband behind your back.”
The Hacker fumes outside, pacing back and forth.
“And then to think, not only was I cheating on you with my actual husband, but then I cheated you out of your precious OSW World Championship too. It’s been a tough few weeks for you, hasn’t it dear?”
“You always had a good mouth, cunt,” Zero roars back in anger.
“I still do babe, only not for you,” she replies. “But don’t worry, I still have plenty to say. I know you’re desperate to get your hands on me again. I bet you’re desperate to get your hands on this too,” she says, pointing to the title. “The problem is, I think you’re gonna find yourself a little too preoccupied. You’ll see what I mean soon enough.”
She tosses the microphone down and gives Simon a kiss for good measure. Zero looks over the flames with anger strewn across his face. He doesn’t say a word though, and simply backs away.
We focus on the rage seething from Zero as he backs up the rampway, watching as Simon and his former fiancé make out above the flames before him.