[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “GHOST” [/edgtf_highlight]
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The Tap Room.
“Listen up.” A voice calls out.
The Chief.
“I know one of y’all think you’re real slick with what you pulled.”
His voice is echoing through the halls of the the Tap Room, everyone stops to listen.
“They called me Ghost when I was a youngblood.”
DTR leans up against a brick corner, the OSW World Championship sat beside him.”
“Nobody knew my name.”
In an office, Mike Lane sits at the head of a table with several figures around it.
“Motherfuckers didn’t even know what I looked like.”
Nightstick listens intently.
“And that was my friends. My enemies didn’t know I existed.”
In front of many video screens, Doc D’Ville stops monitoring his Asylum to listen.
“But one of you cunt nuggets finally did it.”
The next room only has one thing in it.
“Someone finally offed me.”
The Chief’s body, a pool of blood flowing beneath it.
He’s dead.
“This is my deadman’s switch, when I tell you motherfuckers that I ain’t going quietly into the night.”
The Chief’s eyes are open, something resembling fear in his final expression.
“Whichever one of you cowards did the deed will stand forward by the end of the night, or OSW will cease to exist.”
Cycling through the other room, we see expressions of shock on everyone’s faces.
“Don’t believe me? Try me.”
The recording stops playing, and the OSW roster is left to contemplate their former owner’s words.
The Chief is dead.
And if his killer doesn’t step forward, OSW will die with him.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “DON’T BET ON IT” [/edgtf_highlight]
Seconds after the voice recording ends, we join Wild Karrde at the Tap Room bar, shrugging his shoulders as he nurses a neat whiskey.
“He think’s we’ll give a shit that he’s dead?” Karrde asks of the barman, who silently nods and continues his work. “Well let me give you a tip, barkeep, don’t bet on it.”
At the table not far away from him is Kenny Freeman, superstar influencer, talking to Captain Zappa.
“Oh man, yeah damn right I believe in aliens, no cap. I heard they’re all around us and we don’t even know,” Freeman starts.
“I don’t trust you.” Zappa responds, a look of almost confusion on his face at this…person… in front of him.
“Bet! Come on, though. I know my Vine followers would love to see for themselves just how real aliens are.”
“I’m not some sideshow freak to be laughed at on the internet. Do you think I’d fall for this shit?” he rages, standing up so quickly that it startles Freeman, who stumbles away from the table into the nearby Wild Karrde, knocking his drink over.
Karrde turns around slowly, taking a long sigh.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demands of both of them. “That was a perfectly good drink, paid for by my perfectly good winnings.”
“I got it!” Kenny Freeman yells. “How about ‘Top 10 Poker Plays… number eight may surprise you!’. My YouTube subscribers would love it!”
Karrde and Zappa both let out something between a groan and a snarl and both head towards Freeman. It looks like the fight is on!
A gambler, an alien, and a social media influencer walked into a bar… and a brawl broke out between them!
Karrde slams Freeman’s face on the bar!
And right afterwards Zappa grabs a martini, stirs it up real good, and tosses its’ contents into Freeman’s face!
Freeman falls backwards off his barstool to the floor and Karrde and Zappa begin trading right and left fists!
WE GOT A BAR FIGHT, FOLKS!
A referee sprints up through the stands, signaling for the bell to ring, and this one is officially under way!
Karrde with a wild lariat, but Zappa ducks it and kicks Karrde in the gut—
KARATE KICK TO THE BACK OF KARRDE’S NECK!!
METABOOM!!
But Freeman nails Zappa with a big uppercut that knocks him over the bar before he can continue his momentum. Freeman hops up onto the counter and snaps a selfie of himself for his handfuls and handfuls of followers—
AND FLIPS OFF INTO A BLOCKBUSTER THAT SENDS HIMSELF AND ZAPPA CRASHING INTO THE WALL OF LIQUOR BOTTLES!!
PROFILE PICTURE!!
Booze and shards of glass line the floor around them and based on their body language it seems they’ve both made a bad decision here.
As Freeman gets to his feet Karrde grabs a pint glass and shatters it over his head, busting Freeman wide open! Karrde drags Freeman over to the tap and shoves his head underneath the Coors…
“Time to clean out that wound,” Karrde mutters, and opens the beer, which streams all over Freeman’s face, nearly drowning him!
Karrde yanks Freeman’s phone out of his jacket pocket and snaps a selfie of them, popping the crowd, just as Zappa slams a barstool over Karrde’s head!
Karrde may be out cold, and the ref begs these three psychos to bring the action to the ring, but Zappa pulls Freeman onto the bar and physically drags him down the counter by the nape of his jacket—
BAR SLIDE!
Zappa turns to Karrde and drags him down through the stands as the crowd pats his back, rolls Karrde into the ring, and climbs to the top rope…
FROGSPLASH CONNECTS!!!
A PLACE CALLED HOME!!!
Zappa hooks a leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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WHY IS FREEMAN DANCING ON THE TOP ROPE??
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LEG DROP ONTO BOTH MEN!!!
FOLLOW THE FREEMAN BREAKS THE PIN!!!
Freeman covers Karrde—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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BUT HE KICKS OUT!!
Freeman scrambles onto Zappa and hooks a leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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ZAPPA GETS A SHOULDER UP!!
Freeman points to the top turnbuckle and hops up as both men get to their feet…
FREEMAN LEAPS—
CROSSBODY!!
CAUGHT BY BOTH MEN!!
Zappa whips Freeman’s legs into the air as Karrde nails the Influencer with a single arm DDT—
MODIFIED STRAIGHT SHOT!!
But as Karrde gets to his feet he’s met with Zappa latching onto his head—
ODE TO THE QUEEN???
NO!!!
Karrde tosses Zappa off him and kicks him in the gut—
STUNNER!!!
JACKPOT!!!
Zappa flies into the air and crashes back down to Earth, and Karrde hooks a leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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IS KARRDE HOLDING THE NUTS??
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YES!!!
THREE!!!
The gamble paid off, and Wild Karrde comes away from the table with all the chips tonight!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: WILD KARRDE [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “BIG IN JAPAN” [/edgtf_highlight]
Several months ago…
A set of feet walk down a sun-kissed sidewalk, as suburbia rumbles on behind them. The camera pans up and we see the familiar face of Cody Williams, smiling and back outside the family house for the first time in a while, given he’s been on a tour of Japan.
Cody walks up to the front door to find it locked. Odd. He takes his key out and shoves it into the lock, turning it both ways. Nothing.
Cody knocks on the door and steps back. Soon enough there’s sign of life, and the door is opened by Cody Junior.
“CJ buddy, it’s so good to see you! My key wasn’t working for some reason.”
Cody Junior looks up at Cody and tilts his head slightly.
“I go by TJ now, not CJ,” he says. Nothing else.
“What’s going on son?”
“Nothing’s going on. See you later.”
TJ starts to close the door but Cody barges in, shoulder first and begins looking around the house.
“CJ, I’m going to need you to tell me what is going and where your mom is. I need to sp-“
Having tried all the rooms downstairs Cody made his way upstairs and opened the master bedroom, which is why he stopped mid-sentence. Lying in bed with his wife is none other that a half-naked Tyler Brooks!
“What the fuck!?”
“Honey,” Sasha says. “You may be big in Japan, but you’re not at home.”
A smirk crosses her face.
“I’ve already called the cops,” Tyler chips in. “If you aren’t out of my house by the time they get here…”
“Your house?” Cody asks. “Your house!?”
“Well they’re gonna see it as trespassing. But I’ll make you a deal. If you get out before they get here to arrest you, I’ll meet you in the ring one last time to show you just how much better I am.”
Cody snarls and rushes in to attack him. And as we fade out the sound of police sirens get louder in the background.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “MISTER FANCY PANTS” [/edgtf_highlight]
VHS style fuzz obscures our vision as our eyes are set on a TV sitting in an empty room. The camera zooms into it as the static clears, the channel changing and the camera entering the TV itself as we land in a familiar set!
“Welcome back to the Show That Never Ends! I’m your host, Monty Straight. Today we’re being treated to a true celebrity! A call back to the eighties, a man of the nineties, Ash Williams!” Monty Straight adjusts his ties and smiles at his audience of captive souls. He turns to reveal a confused Ash Williams who reaches for his shotgun, finding it missing from his person.
“The fuck is this, Monty?” Ash adjusts his gauntlet on his arm as he approaches Monty who merely snaps his fingers, a cage descending from the ceiling and trapping Ash!
“Language, Mr. Williams. We have children watching at home! I sure hope we can bleep that out.” He chuckles, once again playing to his captive audience before leaning against his podium and motioning to the doors on either side of himself. “On today’s very special episode we have a hunter of demons who has chased me to the ends of the earth to try and put me down!”
“And I will! You just wait until I get outta this cage, Mister Fancypants. My boomstick, your face.” The Chosen One pounds on the cage, completely undeterred by Monty’s cockiness.
“We love an eager contestant, don’t we?” He winks to the crowd before continuing. “Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, you have two choices, Ash. On my left? You get your fight with me. We go mano a mano in the right and battle it out until one stands tall! But on my right? You get to go home, Ash. To your son, to a quiet life, to a place where the horrors of OSW are left behind. ”
Ash pauses, stopping his assault on the cage, listening to his choices before furrowing his brow. “A life without all the fighting?”
Monty nods his head, the cage ascending as the Show Host clasps his hands in front of himself. “All that and more. You just have to go through that door.”
A moment passes, Ash looking at the right door before sighing.
AND WALKING OT THE DOOR ON THE LEFT!
Monty looks surprised, even annoyed as Ash stares him down! “You and I both know I could never give up the life, Monty. Someone’s gotta do it, and monsters like you? They gotta be put down.”
Ash steps through the door and finds himself across from Monty in the ring! The match is about to break out!
“Groovy.” Ash smirks, putting up his fists.
A curious battle is taking place here, as Monty Straight faces Ash Williams!
The two men have been trading lefts and rights to see who gets the upper hand, and the answer to that becomes quite clear as Ash sends Monty to the ropes, looking to hit a clothesline on the rebound!
Except that Monty ducks under it, using the momentum to his advantage as he takes the Chosen One down with a neckbreaker!
Ever the tactician, Straight attacks the legs of Ash, a focused effort to wear them down…until Ash manages to roll out of the way, leaving the ring in the process to catch a breather!
Monty quickly follows suit, wanting to keep things in his favor…but is caught by surprise with a haymaker by Williams!
Followed quickly by an Irish whip, sending Monty colliding with the steel steps!
THUD!
Ash continues the assault with some hard stomps on the Straight Shooter, only letting up so he can bring Monty to his feet and bring him back in the ring!
He slides in after, but is grabbed by Monty, who pulls him into a small package as the count is made!
ONE!
NO!
Ash kicks out, avoiding that defeat as he gets back to a standing position…and Monty, rising to a kneeing position, tries to trip Williams up, only to take an elbow to the head!
With Monty seemingly knocked out, Ash flips him over before locking in a dragon clutch, wrapping his legs around for a body scissors to add to the damage!
SOUL NECROSIS–BUT MONTY SLIPS OUT!
Narrowly avoiding disaster, Monty rushes back to his feet before Ash can stand, dodging a southpaw hook by Williams to bring him down with a Russian leg sweep!
TERMS AND CONDITIONS!
Ash is not as quick to slip out, and finds himself trapped in a crossface!
He has to scratch and claw his way out instead…eventually finding an opening as he forces Monty onto his shoulders!
ONE!
TW–NO!
Monty kicks out, breaking the hold in the process!
As he gets back to his feet once more, Monty watches Ash struggle to build to a vertical base…giving the Deal Maker the opening he needs, hitting a spinning inverted headlock clothesline that really wallops Williams!
DEAL BREAKER!
Landing the backbreaker, Monty’s sent Ash into a world of hurt as he locks in the Sharpshooter, arching back to get a knee on the Chosen One’s neck!
STRAIGHT SHOOTING!
Ash has no choice here!
HE TAPS!
Monty Straight manages to take down the Chosen One tonight with a submission victory over Ash Williams!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: MONTY STRAIGHT [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “CRASH TV” [/edgtf_highlight]
Previously Recorded.
A crowd of people has gathered to bear witness to something incredible…as a man comes hurdling through the air, gracefully landing on a crash pad to a round of applause.
After just a moment, however, we see the crash pad vanish in front of the audience’s astonished eyes, and they cheer loudly for the spectacle that’s just unfolded.
On any other day, having an entertainer around is a real treat…but today, we have two.
Crash, the man we saw land on the crash pad, presenting his array of stunts, furrows his brow at the sight of his rival this fine day…Dante Xavier, the man responsible for that crash pad vanishing, a master of the magical arts.
Dante just responds with a smirk, before giving a hearty shout for the crowd to hear.
“And now, for my next trick!”
A wave of his hands, and…
POOF!
The crash pad reappears just like that…right above the Daredevil, before it comes falling to the ground!
THUD!
Crash narrowly manages to roll out of the way as the pad lands hard, which gets a big cheer from the crowd. He runs to the nearest wall, using his agility and light feet to quickly scale it before performing a front somersault, landing on the ground with a front roll…only to lift himself up for a front flip!
The crowd roar in approval, bringing a smile to the face of the Blockbuster that quickly sours Dante’s mood.
A few more moments of impressive acts from both men commences, bringing the crowd to a fever pitch when both men finally stand down. It is the Magician who quickly breaks the silence with a smile back on his face.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s clear to see that we are both great showmen, which means there’s only one way to settle this!”
Crash gives a knowing nod before chiming in.
“One last showdown for you fine people, allowing us to showcase our talents in the ring to see who really is superior!”
This gets a big cheer of approval from the crowd, who look thrilled to see what Crash and Dante can do inside the squared circle…whatever we see next, it will be thrilling to say the least!
Cut.
Showman vs Showman! Which of these two men will walk away from tonight’s match with the crowd cheering their name?
The bell rings and both men meet in the center of the ring! Crash throws a combination of blows that Dante narrowly avoids, ducking and weaving before nailing Crash with a harsh European uppercut! He whips Crash into the ropes and leapfrogs over him as he comes back! Crash rebounds and flies forwards with a shoulder block!
NOW YOU DON’T!
DANTE JUST DISAPPEARED INTO THIN AIR!
Crash looks around in confusion as the crowd cheers the trick!
NOW YOU SEE ME!
DANTE REAPPEARS AS QUICKLY AS HE VANISHED AND NAILS CRASH WITH A DEVESTATING CLOTHESLINE THAT DROPS HIM!
The Magician makes a show of this as he plays to the crowd! Crash gets to his feet and catches a dropkick before pulling him into a massive exploder suplex! Dante rolls into the turnbuckle and Crash flies forwards!
HUMAN CANONBALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
FRONT FLIP SENTON CRUSHES DANTE INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
The Daredevil forces Dante up and slams him into the turnbuckle before wailing on him with a flurry of lefts and rights! He finishes by hauling Dante up! He goes for a Superplex!
BUT HE LANDS EMPTY HANDED ON HIS BACK!?
DANTE REAPPEARS ON THE APRON! SPRINGBOARD FROGSPLASH!
Xavier’s magic helps him again as he rolls to his feet and hits the ropes for a moonsault only to land on his feet as Crash rolls out of the way! He hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline that Dante ducks! But Crash keeps running and scales the turnbuckle instantly!
CRASH AND BURN! SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT CRUSHES DANTE!
The Stuntman rolls on through and hauls Dante up for a massive Alabama slam! Dante is wheezing in pain as Crash hauls him back to his feet! Dante gets rocked by an elbow and stumbles back only to come back with a massive boot to the jaw! Crash lands on a knee and Dante reaches up his sleeve!
AND PULLS OUT A STRING OF HANDKERCHEIFS! HE STRANGLES CRASH WHO FIGHTS AGAINST IT! HIS FACE IS RED BUT THE DAREDEVIL DOESN’T GIVE IN AS HE THROWS DANTE OVER HIS SHOULDER!
Xavier hit the mat and as Crash goes to attack he lets doves fly out of his sleeves!
CRASH DISAPPEARS IN THE SWARM OF BIRDS!
The crowd looks around in shock at where he could have gone when they look up! Dante just teleported Crash into the rafters of the arena! Dante laughs but Crash looks around excitedly! What’s he planning?
No!
He can’t be!
HE CAN!
CRASH DOES HIS OWN STUNTS! FLYING CANNONBALL OFF OF THE RAFTERS! HE PLUMMETS AND CRUSHES DANTE’S RIBCAGE AS HE LANDS UNCEREMONIOUSLY ON TOP OF HIM! NEITHER MAN MOVES AS THE REF COUNTS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Crash risked it all and came out on top as OSW’s one true showman!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: CRASH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “ESCAPING THE ASYLUM” [/edgtf_highlight]
The Asylum.
Doc D’Ville’s homebase is every bit as disgusting as his menagerie of nutjobs, but deep within its confines there is a prison.
Chained to the walls within that prison, we find four heroes.
Redwing.
Cayci Spires.
Neville Sheldon.
Brent Kersh.
They’ve been beaten, abused, and tortured to their own personal limits. Each one of them is trying to stay conscious, but Neville is distraught.
“They killed him.” He mutters. Over and over.
“Who’d they kill, kid?” Kersh responds, trying to show compassion.
“John Cho.” Cayci answers, trying to gauge her lover’s mental state. “Doubt and Crowley, they…”
“I don’t understand what Crowley even wants with me?” Neville moans. “It seems so personal, but we’ve just been trying to win the Tag titles.”
Despite the darkness of the situation, Cayci chuckles.
“You’re clueless, Nev.”
After a moment, Brent chimes in.
“Jigsaw made it personal when he went after my family. I got them in hiding, but I had to give myself up instead.”
They all look at Redwing, who can barely form a sentence.
The door leading into the prison opens, and the muscles in the three conscious heroes all tense immediately.
But stepping out of the shadows isn’t an enemy.
Not anymore.
It’s The Sharkman.
“I thought I’d find you all here.” He says, rushing forward to start releasing them from their bonds. “We don’t have much time, the Doctor has greater evils in store than you can know.”
Neville and Cayci support each other, while Sharkman and Kersh help the incoherent Redwing out of the prison. They barely step out of the doors into the greater Asylum, when the lights start blinking red and alarms start going off.
“Run for it!” Sharkman yells.
Leading the way, Neville Sheldon takes off, dodging outstretched arms from pitch black doors surrounding them. His focus is on the light at the end of that tunnel.
As he charges, he doesn’t see Brent Kersh be grabbed by one of those arms.
He doesn’t see The Sharkman opening a grate in the floor, and taking Redwing down into it.
But he does see black tendrils come out of one of those doors, grabbing Cayci. He reaches back for her, but she yells out.
“Run!”
That word echoes in Neville Sheldon’s head as he takes off down the hallway, giving everything he has through teary eyes.
Until finally…
Light.
Running forever, Neville finally reaches safe ground, falling to his knees and crying out.
As far as he knows, he was the only survivor.
What is he going to do now?
This absolute Terror Squad has come to a crossroads, with the Savior stealing away the heart of Cody’s wife, taking the Williams family in the process…and the Reflection of Perfection is heated!
An enraged Cody goes on the attack right away, swinging away with some hard lefts and rights on Brooks as he looks to act out the full brunt of his anger.
Tyler is eventually able to dodge one last punch, giving him an opening to lay into Cody with some hard kicks that wears his former friend down…following up with a neckbreaker that drops Cody headfirst to the canvas!
Brooks follows up on this with some stomps to the midsection, keeping Cody at bay until the Hollywood Rockstar eventually makes it back to his feet…and as Tyler charges at him, Cody sends him flying over the top rope to the outside!
Cody rolls out of the ring in pursuit of Brooks, who catches him with a right hook! This really sets Cody off, and the two begin brawling like crazy at ringside…until Tyler sends Cody into the steel steps!
CRASH!
Cody is down bad, much to the delight of Brooks as he stays on the attack…focusing on the knee of Williams with some calculated kicks!
Satisfied with the damage done, Tyler brings Cody back to his feet…and is given a forearm smash to the face for his troubles!
Followed immediately by an Irish whip that sends Brooks face-first into the ring post!
SMACK!
Cody forcibly brings Tyler back into the ring, his rage barely contained as he lays into the Savior with some hard lefts and rights that sends him toward the corner.
Cody rushes at full speed, looking for a corner clothesline…but Tyler slips out of the way!
As he collides with the turnbuckle, Cody is taken up to the top before Tyler sets him on his shoulders, spinning him down toward the canvas in a Black Fire Driver!
DIVINITY DRIVER!
Tyler makes the cover here!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Cody narrowly kicks out, much to Tyler’s chagrin as he gets back to his feet. He taunts Cody to get back to his feet, and as Wiliams does so he sees Tyler coming at him with a spinning back elbow!
EYE OF–NO!
Cody ducks it, hitting Tyler with some hard slaps and a spinning chop before landing a roundhouse kick! He goes for the running single leg dropkick to finish things off!
PERFECT RU–NO!
Brooks with enough strength to hit a leaping roundhouse kick of his own to Cody’s temple!
YOUR FORETOLD DESTINY!
Tyler makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
After stealing away his wife and family, Tyler Brooks finishes a trifecta by taking a win over Cody Williams!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: TYLER BROOKS [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “SYSTEM OVERLOAD” [/edgtf_highlight]
Mike Lane sits at the head of the same table we saw him at earlier.
Destiny is at his side, twirling her hair and watching smoke rise off of a small grill in the corner.
Marvelous Master Chef is flipping burgers there, trying out a new recipe.
And at the other side of the table, sitting directly opposite Lane is none other than Edward Newton.
This is The System.
The door busts open suddenly, and Errol Flint walks in looking pissed off.
“Alright, which one of you did it?” He yells.
Behind him, Betamax enters the room. His mask now covers his entire face, with a stitched area over his mouth.
Silence.
“Who killed the Chief?” Flint repeats.
He looks to MMC.
“Wasn’t me.” The first OSW Champ says.
Before Flint can look anywhere else, Lane interrupts.
“It wasn’t any of us.” The Shadow says, standing up. “We’ve all been right here.”
“It should have been, though.” Newton says, also standing up. “The Chief has beat our asses for months. He cut out Betamax’s tongue! And all we have is Lane’s plan, one that is now ruined.”
Tension hangs in the air between the Shadow and the Riddler, but Flint isn’t here for it.
“This is what we’ve been waiting for. We have to make sure whatever deadman’s switch the Chief left in place doesn’t go off. OSW will be mine again.” He looks at all the men in the room. “Especially if one of you can actually beat DTR.”
The comment seems to sting Lane and MMC, but Newton is unphased.
“DTR may have been able to beat us all one on one, but there are three of us and one of him. The odds are not in his favor.”
They all seem to agree on that.
“And when I become the OSW World Champion.” Lane says. “Pops will be back in charge, and the System will rule OSW once again.”
Edward Newton walks around the table, smiling at Lane.
“While your keep dreaming about your golden future, I’m going to go investigate what happened to the Chief.”
The Riddler walks out of the room, leaving Mike Lane to shake his head at his father-in-law.
“Want a burger?” MMC says. “They’re venison!”
Cut.
For those about to rock, we salute thee with a bucket of Faygo and asswhoopings. Two men disagree on the musical theme that flows through the Taproom but in the end of the day, will we boogie woogie with the deadliest of clowns or will Zander Zane show this boogeyman that OSW truly just wants to rock?
The bell sounds as Zander begins pumping up the crowd, a microphone in one hand and a bottle of jack in the other as he takes a large swig from the bottle before raising the microphone high
“OSW ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?”
The crowd cheers and yells as Zander soaks in the love of the crowd, raising the mic up high once more before belting out in that trademark melodic voice
“WELCOME TO THE ZANDER ZANE…..”
BIG FUCKING BOOT!
Jack interrupts the Zander Zane experience with a teeth breaking Boot to the jaw as the microphone goes flying and the bottle of jack falls and rolls over to the corner. Zander staggering to his feet into a flurry of lefts and rights from the much bigger clown before he’s lifted up by the throat
AND NEARLY TOSSED THROUGH THE TURNBUCKLES!
Zander slowly pulls himself up onto to get squashed by a massive Avalanche Splash from the Boogeyman. Zander staggering out as Jack spins around
BEFORE CHUCKING THE CLOTHESLINE! DISCUS LARIATTO!
Zander is dazed but he’s not out, the rockstar too drunk to stay down as he crawls on the canvas towards the fallen bottle of jack. Jeckel just staring down at him, watching Zander pick up the bottle and take another heavy swig before lifting it up as he offers one up to the Boogeyman.
Jack looks down at Zander with an eyebrow raised before swatting the bottle away. The Clown of Carnage is all business here as he lifts Zander up by his throat once more
HANGOVER SUNDAY!
Zander makes sure Jack gets some whiskey after all as he spits the Jack right into Jack’s face, blinding the Juggalo as he swings forward with a wild right
DROP TOE HOLD!
Zander drops Jack throat first onto the bottom rope as the Boogeyman drops down into the corner, struggling to breathe, not noticing he’s set himself up
TO RIDE THE LIGHTNING!
Zander drives his rockstars down onto Jack’s face over and over with the Bronco Buster, more pissing off the Boogeyman then hurting him as Zander backs away, all smiles as he sways on his feet. Jack powers to his feet pissed off, as he rushes forward with another Lariat but Zander ducks under,
STANDING OVATION! DOUBLE ARM DDT!
Jack is dazed and confused on the mat as Zander slowly makes his way to the top rope, nearly slipping off a few times as he perches up high, soaking in the adulation from the crowd before he flips around, leaping off
SMOKE ON THE KNEECAPS! The Starship Pain attempt hits knees as even through the numbing drunkness Zander feels every ounce of that pain. The Rockstar staggers back up into a brutal knee to the gut before he’s lifted high into the air
BOOGEYMAN BOMB! POWERBOMB ONTO THE GODDAMN KNEES!
Zander is screaming out in pain but Jack isn’t done, kicking Zander hard in the face before quickly climbing up to the top rope as he looks to show Zander why you don’t drink and fuck with Jack Jeckel but a hand on his foot stops the diving attempt
IT’S VINNIE LANE!
The Wylde to Zander’s Osbourne helps his front man out here, stopping that brutal double footstomp as he tries to push Jack off the top, the Boogeyman fighting back as a brutal headbutt sends him crashing back to ringside but the distraction helped the Rockstar here as Zander is up on the top himself, flying across the ring as Jack finally looks his direction
AND TAKES IN THE ZANDER ZANE WORLD TOUR! COAST TO COAST RIGHT TO HIS FUCKING FACE!
Jack crashes to the mat as Zander falls on top of him, this well could be it here as the referee drops down for the cover
ONE
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NO! THE BOOGEYMAN JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The crowd is on their feet as Zander slowly staggers up, looking to end this solo in dramatic fashion as Jack stumbles to his feet into a kick to the gut
MIC DROP…NO! Jack spins out before turning Zander nearly inside out with a Lariat. The Boogeymans now feeling it as he pulls Zander up to his feet but ducks to his knees
AS VINNIE LANE BREAKS THE BOTTLE OF JACK OVER ZANDER’S HEAD!
Vinnie looks shocked, clearly aiming for Jack instead as he tries to rouse Zander but gets spun around by the Boogeyman instead who rocks him with a headbutt before lifting him up
THE HATCHET 2.0! GORY NECKBREAKER!
Vinnie Lane goes down as Jack backs up, stalking the slowly rising Zander before rushing forward
JACK IN THE BOX!
Jeckel nails Zander with a brutal Curb Stomp, knocking Zander the fuck out as he places one foot on his chest for the pinfall as the referee counts
ONE
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THREE!!!
The Boogeyman came to collect here tonight as he destroys the Zander Zane experience, proving that rap is the true theme song of the Tap Room once and for all.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: JACK JECKEL [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “FOR KEEPS” [/edgtf_highlight]
The match is over and Jack Jeckel is in the middle of a douchebag sandwich as Vinnie Lane cracks him in the back of the skull with his guitar! The Zane and Lane Experience rain down boots on the Boogeyman before stopping, sharing a cocky smirk. Zane rolls out of the ring and comes back with a mic stand! But instead of laying into Jack he places it down and grabs his own guitar!
“Ladies and gentlemen! This is the Zane and Lane Experience and we’re about to hit you with the best rock concert you’ve ever heard! Make some noise!”
The crowd boos as Zane and Lane begin to rock out! They belt out lyrics, shredding their guitars in a duet! Between each riff they find time to lay down boots on Jack to keep him down! The Juggalo is being absolutely humiliated as Zane and Lane tear into him while blaring their concert throughout the arena!
GUITAR TO THE SKULL OF JACK!
Vinnie walks up to the mic with a cocky smirk and looks out to the booing crowd, drinking it all in. “What was that? You want an encore!? Well all you had to do is ask!” Vinnie takes his turn to sing only for the mic to cut out! He taps it, getting Zander to take a look at it with him, both Rockstars share a look of annoyance when the mic begins to work again.
“Cheap shit. Now, as we were saying-”
Why do I call myself a Juggalo?‘Cause we be bangin’ the wicked shitAn’ swimmin’ off in the blood of mosh pitsWe misfits and misunderstoodGot chapters of family off in each and every hood
JAKE FUCKING JECKEL STORMS TOWARDS THE RING! HE DROPS ZANDER WITH A BIG RIGHT HAND BEFORE HEADBUTTING VINNIE LANE! JAKE SCOOPS UP ZANE!
HATCHET! THE HATCHET FUCKING DROPS ZANE!
LANE TRIES TO STAND UP!
JACK IN THE BOX! JACK JECKEL NAILS THE CURBSTOMP!
The Zane and Lane Experience lay broken on the mat as a bruised and beaten Jack collapses to a knee! But Jake is quick to help Jack back to his feet and both brothers embrace in the middle of the ring! But as Jack tries to pull away, Jake stops him, giving his brother a wicked grin.
HATCHET! THE HATCHET TO JACK JECKEL! JAKE JUST DROPPED HIS OWN BROTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING RING!
The Juggalo grabs the mic from the stand and looms over Jack, holding it to his mouth. “That’s real Juggalo shit. Only one who’s ganna to beat your ass is me, bro. You wanna know why?”
He stands up, looking to the crowd with the largest shit-eating grin OSW has ever seen.
“Because I’m a mutha fuckin’ Juggalo.”
He drops the mic, the crowd cheering as he exits the ring, leaving the ring absolutely demolished as he does.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “OUT OF THE FRYING PAN” [/edgtf_highlight]
Outside the Asylum
The labyrinth of sewer system looks to finally come to an end as light is seen at the end of the tunnel. Sharkman turns to Redwing, beckoning him forward into the open air. But Redwing is limping heavily, looking decidedly worse for wear after the hell he’s been through.
“Come on!” Sharkman eggs him on, pulling him by the wrist. “I told you I could get you out, but I’m not going to walk for you.”
Redwing trudges forward, feeling the air on his skin and blinks into the night. He leans wearily against the wall, taking a moment before turning to Sharkman.
“We made it, for that I am grateful. But what about the others?”
Sharkman has no time to even so much as utter an answer as he is blindsided.
NO FACE! HE SHOULDER CHARGES HIM INTO THE METAL GRATE OF THE SEWER ENTRANCE!
SHARKMAN COLLAPSES FROM THE SUDDEN IMPACT, FALLING BACKWARDS INTO A POOL OF WHAT HE HOPES TO GOD IS WATER.
No Face turns his attention to Redwing and flings him above his head.
BROKEN! GORILLA PRESS TOSS INTO THE STONE SEWER WALL!
A fourth figure slowly walks his way into view, the slow clip clop of his boots approaching where both Redwing and Sharkman lie battered. Mysterion furls his cape behind him and laughs a slow chuckle.
“How sad. To have your little taste of freedom within your grasp before it is so rudely taken away from you.”
He kneels next to Sharkman, tutting as he grabs the weary hero by the mask to lift his head at an upwards angle, being careful not to get his cape smeared.
“You were so close too. Did you really think that Dr. D’Ville wouldn’t have a plan should you try to escape?”
He lets go of Sharkman and makes his way back over to Redwing, who to his credit, is struggling to stand up. Mysterion simply pushes him back first into the wall to keep him in his place.
“It’s only too easy to catch a hero really. You can always trust them to be… heroic. Pathetic. D’Ville knows that too, that’s why he offered me my pick of tech goodies to watch the perimeter of the Asylum.”
Mysterion grabs Redwing by the scruff of the neck, beginning to drag him away into the night, but No Face blocks his path. He puts his hand out into Mysterion’s chest. Pointing at Redwing, he then points to himself.
Mysterion isn’t having it.
“No, you can fall into line. I’m not losing my reward by handing off the bounty.”
No Face doesn’t like that. He lets Mysterion know… with a fist balled and punched straight into the face of the Super Villain.
And suddenly it’s all on.
Heroes face Villains tonight as No Face and Mysterion thwart the escape plans of Sharkman and Redwing. It is anybody’s game tonight, with egos in play and each man wanting to be the only one left standing.
The force of No Face’s punch sends Mysterion tumbling backwards, out of the sewer entrance and tumbling down a small rocky hill to where he lands in a heap. A small clearing, surrounded by rocks that lead up to the Asylum itself span the backdrop of the battle.
This is no mere match, it is a fight for survival. Which No Face punctuates as he tosses the already battered carcass of Redwing down the small hill after Mysterion.
SUSHI KICK!
SHARKMAN HITS NO FACE WITH THE SHINING WIZARD AND THE PAIR TUMBLE DOWN THE ROCKY HILL AFTER THE OTHER TWO!
All four find themselves together, with Sharkman faring the better of the quartet. He picks up Mysterion and begins to lay into him with a series of punches and a HEADBUTT THAT STAGGERS THE VILLAIN!
SHARKMAN COMES CHARGING AT MYSTERION AGAIN, LOOKING TO TAKE HIM OUT…
BUT MYSTERION CLOBBERS HIM WITH A ROCK!
WHEN IN NATURE…
Sharkman drops like a sack of concrete, much to Mysterion’s delight, but it is shortlived. Redwing is up to his feet, albeit wincing with every movement.
HUSH! THE CUT-THROAT BURNING HAMMER!
REDWING STILL HAS PLENTY OF FIGHT IN THAT BODY!
Redwing has eyes on both villains, his head on a swivel. No Face reaches his feet and the pair lock horns into an exchange of blows. Fists fly, tempers flare and neither man looks like backing down. But No Face eventually overpowers Redwing with a brutal punch, giving him an opening,
DARKNESS! WHAT A FUCKING HEADBUTT!
REDWING CRUMPLES TO HIS KNEES!
BUT THE QUICK THINKING KIRBY USES HIS TRUSTY UTILITY BELT!
LASSO-WING! REDWING SHOOTS A ROPE AROUND NO-FACE’S ANKLES AND WRAPS HIM UP TIGHT!
No Face struggles with the lasso around his legs, giving Sharkman the chance to stand again. He and Redwing come face to face, but instead of a look of friendship, Redwing has a look of frustration in his eyes.
“Some plan you had here! How are you planning on getting out of this one?”
Sharkman pushes Redwing right in the chest.
“Some damn thanks you give! You want to go back in there?”
Redwing and Sharkman come to blows, locking horns and scrapping, each pushing the other around about the stony clearing. Neither wants to play sidekick, but there can only be space for one hero tonight.
Their shoving comes to an abrupt halt as a circular metal disk skids across the ground between them. It comes to rest in the middle of the heroes brawl for a moment before letting off an almighty screech that has both Sharkman and Redwing reaching for their ears. The screeching stops, only as a blue flash of electrical energy erupts from it.
BOTH SHARKMAN AND REDWING ARE ZAPPED BY THE DISC!
MYSTERION CALMLY WALKS INTO THE SCENE AND PLACES THE DISC BACK ON HIS HIP!
No Face is still trying to free himself, Redwing and Sharkman are convulsing on the ground. Mysterion grabs Redwing by the cape and begins to drag him away.
BUT NO FACE COMES CHARGING AT HIM!
HE’S FREE OF THE LASSOO AND WANTING A FIGHT!
MYSTERION LEAPS OFF THE ROCK WALL SURROUNDING THE CLEARING!
PUNCH OF DOOM! HE HITS NO FACE CLEAR IN THE JAW!
NO FACE CRUMPLES IN A HEAP AND IS NOT MOVING!
MYSTERION HAS DESTROYED THEM ALL!
HE IS THE LAST ONE STANDING!
Mysterion proves his worth tonight as villainy stands tall over heroism. He surveys the damage, looking back over at the downed Mysterion.
But when he looks back at Redwing and Sharkman, they are no longer down.
Mysterion simply sees two figures, hobbling, scrambling away over the rocks and into the night. Redwing and Sharkman have escaped.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: MYSTERION [/edgtf_highlight]
Here at Forever, we have a battle between past and present, between old gods and new, as Ordell Terminus faces Sir Renault tonight!
DING!
DING!
Sir Renault goes for a tie up but Ordell hits a quick dropkick to the knee! Renault is down to one and Ordell runs the ropes and jumps at Renault! A low Hurricanrana spikes Renault! Renault is down from this quick flurry! Ordell goes to the top rope!
SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
NO!
RENAULT GETS THE KNEES UP!
ORDELL LANDS FACE FIRST ON THE KNEES!
RENAULT ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!
ORDELL GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Renault shakes his head and pulls Ordell up! Snap suplex to Ordell! He holds on and rolls over! He’s pulling them both up! A second suplex! He holds on, rolls and pulls them up again! Is he going for a third? No! He yanks Ordell into a powerbomb position!
HE’S TURNED INTO THE CRUCIFIX POSITION!
HE’S RUNNING!
THE YAHWESOME BOMB!
HE DUMPS ORDELL TO THE OUTSIDE!
Sir Renault rolls out of the ring! Ordell is barely pulling himself up! Renault pulls Ordell up and whips him towards the barricade! Ordell leaps and lands on top of the barricade! Moonsault off the barricade! What a show of athleticism from Ordell! He still has some fight in him!
ORDELL ROLLS RENAULT INTO THE RING!
HE PULLS RENAULT UP AND INTO A HEADLOCK!
INCEPTION!
HE SPIKES RENAULT WITH THE ONE PERCENTER!
ORDELL COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!
RENAULT KICKS OUT!
Ordell pulls Renault up and whips him into the corner! Ordell sprints at him! Running back elbow! No! Renault catches him! He’s got him by the waist! German suplex into the corner! Renault pulls him up and nails him with some European uppercut! He rears back and charges at Ordell!
RUNNING SPEAR!
NO! ORDELL FRONT FLIPS OVER RENAULT TO AVOID THE COLLISION!
THE MOMENTUM SENDS RENAULT INTO THE POST AND OUT TO THE FLOOR!
ORDELL RUNS THE ROPES!
SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA!
RENAULT CATCHES HIM!
POWERBOMB INTO THE APRON!
Renault is proud of his handiwork and he grabs a barricade! He tosses it on the ground! He pulls Ordell up into a fireman’s carry! Death Valley Driver! No! Ordell counters it into a cutter on the barricade! The barricade backfired!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN ON THE BARRICADE!
ORDELL PULLS HIMSELF UP FIRST!
HE JUMPS ON THE APRON!
FLUX GATE!
SHOOTING STAR SENTON FROM THE APRON!
RENAULT ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!
CRASH AND BURN ON THE BARRICADE!
SIR RENAULT ROLLS ORDELL INTO THE RING!
HE PULLS HIM UP INTO A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!
HE SITS OUT AND DRIVES TERMINUS INTO THE MAT!
THE LAST CRUSADE!
RENAULT COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Renault has done it, a much needed win for him as everything around him is fallkng apart!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: SIR RENAULT [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “MAIN ATTRACTION” [/edgtf_highlight]
The match is over, but things are far from settled between Ordell Terminus and Sir Renault.
As both men find themselves back on their feet, they stare each other down until Darth Jesus speaks up.
“Yahweh has blessed this space, giving me an upper hand in the battle…whether you like it or not.”
Ordell scoffs at this, the battle suggesting to him a very different story.
“You were outmatched by the sheer might of Janus, don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise!”
With neither man wavering from their claim of whose god is true, the men are interrupted by the sound of “The Eagle Has Landed”…and the noise of a circus arriving.
Leading the bunch? Alistair Huxley, of course.
And the ringleader has his eye on both Renault and Ordell, a smile forming on his face as he approaches the ring.
“Hello! It’s nice to see such strong men as yourselves, as you’d make for great new attractions for my circus!”
Renault and Ordell look at each other, equally confused and astonished at the audacity of the ringmaster’s statement.
“Come along, gents, the circus is the thrill of a lifetime that no one can turn down!”
Noticeably in disagreement of this point is a man standing inside one of the cages, glaring angrily at the ringleader. A sign affixed to the cage reveals the circus name of this unwilling participant…Painkiller.
Ordell makes note of the man’s displeasure, and as the circus stands by at ringside, the Gateway to Greatness appears beside the Painkiller’s cage, a key in his hand.
“Behold, the power of Janus on display!”
Huxley starts to shout in disapproval, but is stunned silent as Ordell turns the key in the lock, opening the cage as the man inside swings the door open before stepping out.
“I am no Painkiller, and I am no captive…and you, Alistair Huxley, will feel the wrath of The Dead.”
Ordell and even Renault look impressed by this statement, the latter taking his leave from the ring as The Dead rushes at Huxley, sending him into the ring!
He follows up by rolling Huxley into the ring before making his entrance, as Renault and Ordell take their leave from the ringside area, coming to common ground to let The Dead rip the ringleader apart!
A captive no more, the former Painkiller takes on his captor as The Dead faces Alistair Huxley!
The Dead has been on the attack from the outset, landing blow after blow on the ringleader until Huxley finally manages to shove him away…and as he charges again, The Dead is caught with an uppercut!
This sends The Dead reeling back, giving Huxley an opening that he quickly exploits with a kick to the midsection before hitting a DDT on the man once known as Painkiller.
Huxley taunts his former attraction before stomping away at The Dead, eventually bringing him to his feet…only to catch a headbutt right to the chin!
This drops Huxley to the canvas, turning the tide in favor of The Dead as he mounts up on the ringleader before delivering a series of punches to the skull.
Finally content with the damage done, The Dead gets to his feet…only to watch as Huxley rolls out of the ring, to the safety of his circus still at ringside.
The Dead is none too pleased by this, leaving the ring to continue the assault…where he is cut off by one of Huxley’s other attractions, a strongman who stands up to a former associate.
The two stare each other down…until the strongman backs away!
Huxley is beside himself at this, but The Dead can’t help but smirk as he goes after the ringleader once more, nailing some hard lefts and rights before sending his captor into the ring post!
THUD!
With that, The Dead sends Huxley back into the ring, following close behind so he can put the ringleader down for good…but Huxley is able to get back to his feet!
DRAGON’S BREATH!
Undetected by the ref, Huxley hits The Dead with a spit of fire to the face that turns things around for the ringleader!
The Dead grabs at his face, blinded by the attack as Huxley sends him to the ropes, looking for a clothesline on the rebound…but The Dead manages to avoid it, ducking at the last second!
He grabs Huxley’s arms, locking them together as he starts delivering headbutt after headbutt!
DEATH RATTLE!
He keeps at it until neither man is able to stand solidly on the canvas…and Huxley tries to go for a jumping triangle choke, only for The Dead to pull him in with a Bullhammer elbow to the throat!
THE FINAL BREATH!
Alistair is down and out by the looks of it, as The Dead makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The Dead has managed to take back his life firmly here, with a win over Alistair Huxley!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: THE DEAD [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “QUESTIONING AUTHORITY” [/edgtf_highlight]
We are back at the scene of the horrific murder. The very place where the Chief’s body once lay in a pool of his own blood. The body is no longer there, but the pool of blood very much is.
So much blood.
Nightstick is kneeling over the pool of blood, his notebook out as he writes down any evidence he can from the scene to help his investigation into the Chief’s death. That is, until he is interrupted.
“Uh oh, what have we here?”
Luther Creed makes his presence felt as he and Redmond Quinn enter. Nightstick finishes scrawling in his notebook and stands to meet the intruders.
“What do you want Creed?”
Creed points at the pool of blood, then turns to Quinn.
“Look. Another black man dead in cold blood. And another Nightstick ‘investigation’, just like what happened … “
Nightstick has Creed in the next instance, before Luther can even finish speaking, his fist right up at Creed’s nose.
“You think I had something to do with Marcus X’s death? Tell us what you think without a shred of proof to back you up.”
Quinn steps in, getting between the men. He pushes Nightstick away and turns to Luther Creed.
“I hear you. But we cannot go blindly running in with guns blazing. We gotta be smart, play his own game.”
Luther looks set to protest, but their argument is interrupted. This time with a booming voice, heard before the speaker can be seen.
“I’ve found some suspects. But it raises a few… questions.”
James Hunter walks around the corner into the fray, beckoning behind him for another to join him. Piotar Svetlav soon appears, dragging a very pissed off looking Pig. Creed looks Pig up and down, before cracking a sly smile.
“That’s just fucking fitting, ‘aint it? A Pig for a cop.”
But the quarreling and bickering soon stops abruptly as the floor seems to shake with heavy footsteps. Moments later, Thunk appears, sniffing the air, then finally, sniffing James Hunter.
“Thunk followed scent here. It lead Thunk to you. You have need for Thunk? Want smash something?”
Hunter pats the King of the Jungle on the head, hard. Thunk snarles at this and tries to bite Hunter’s fingers for good measure, to which Hunter grins and backs away.
“He’s a savage. It was probably him. Two suspects now.”
Nightstick has had enough of Hunter by now, putting his notebook away in his vest pocket, he shouts his disapproval.
“You’re just trying to mess with my investigation. Give me some damned leads, not a fucking circus.”
Hunter pushes back, going eye to eye with Nightstick.
“I don’t offer answers, that’s for you to work out. I give you questions, pieces of the puzzle to solve. These are all legitimate suspects. You cannot rule them out.”
He turns to Thunk.
“You, savage. Grab the other one and make sure he doesn’t get away.”
Thunk nods and moves to grab Pig, but Pig lashes out at the King of the Jungle, a wild swing that looks to take Thunk’s head off. From behind, Piotar Svetalv grabs Pig, wraps his arms around Pig’s neck… AND SNAPS IT!
PIG FALLS DOWN, LIFELESS. DEAD.
SNAP!
In the next instance, Hades is there, Pig’s death summoning him. Hades turns straight away to Nightstick, ignoring all others in the room.
“I have vital information for you.”
But the information doesn’t have a chance to reach the light of day. James Hunter charges at Hades and all hell breaks loose. Thunk, Hunter, Hades and Svetolav all wind up tussling and exchanging blows.
Luther Creed, using the distraction of Hades’ announcement to Nightstick, SPEAR TACKLES NIGHTSTICK THROUGH A WALL! PLASTER AND CONCRETE SHARDS FLY EVERYWHRERE!
ALL HELL HAS LITERALLY BROKEN LOOSE HERE!
AND IT DOESN’T APPEAR THAT NIGHTSTICK’S INVESTIGATION IS QUITE GOING TO PLAN!
Nightstick’s investigation into The Chief’s death has sure drawn a lot of speculation and interest, but none more than Luther Creed and Redmond Quinn. Luther Creed, in particular, has taken exception to another crooked investigation by what he deems as a crooked cop. He’s taken the fight to Nightstick, and we haven’t even got into the ring yet!
Nightstick lies in a mess of rubble and plaster, a cloud of dust hanging in the air. Luther Creed doesn’t stop, continuing to lay right into Nightstick. Brutal elbows and fists find their home as Luther Creed pummels the cop.
“You son of a bitch. Protect and serve motherfucker, you murderous scumbag.”
Creed’s rage has bubbled well and truly over. But he is stopped short of killing Nightstick by Redmond Quinn, who steps through the hole where the wall once stood, pulling Creed off his foe.
BOOM!
LUTHER CREED JUST DECKED REDMOND QUINN!
WAS THAT INTENTIONAL, OR AN INSTINCTIVE REACTION?
Creed isn’t worried about Quinn right now, turning back to Nightstick. He motions to grab Nightstick by the head, but Nightstick kicks out at him. HEEL KICK CATCHES CREED IN THE GUTS!
Nightstick is up, scrambling away to create a bit of distance between he and Luther Creed. Redmond Quinn, too, is on his feet and ready to berate Creed.
“What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve been willing to hear you out. But you’re going too far with this. There’s always a better way.”
BOOM!
LUTHER CREED ANSWERS WITH A FIST! HE DECKS REDMOND QUINN AGAIN!
THIS TIME THERE’S NO QUESTION.
Nightstick grabs Luther Creed around the neck and drives the back of his head into a wall. Creed tumbles, tripping and falling down the hallway with Nightstick following somewhat calmly after. Redmond Quinn follows suit, shaking his head solemnly.
Creed finds his footing, scrambling to a vertical base only to lock horns with Nightstick once more.
NIGHTSTICK WHIPS HIM DOWN THE HALLWAY, INTO A LARGE TRASHCAN!
CREED KNOCKS OVER THE CAN AND THE CONTENTS SCATTER. HE TUMBLES TO THE GROUND!
LUTHER CREED SCRAMBLES AWAY FROM NIGHTSTICK!
THEY’RE BATTLING TOWARDS THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE ARENA!
Nightstick and Creed lock horns, with Luther Creed managing to take the fight back to Nightstick. He pushes him through the entranceway and they find themselves in the Slaughterhouse itself.
CREED DRILLS NIGHTSTICK WITH A SHORT ARMED CLOTHESLINE THAT DROPS HIM RIGHT ONTO THE ENTRANCE RAMP!
BOOM!
REDMOND QUINN HAS HAD ENOUGH. HE DROPS CREED WITH A DROPKICK OF HIS OWN THAT SENDS CREED TRIPPING OVER THE BODY OF NIGHTSTICK!
It is Redmond Quinn that makes his way to the ring first to commence the official match. Nightstick and Luther Creed soon battle their way towards him, but Quinn and the referee are ready for both of them.
A KICK TO THE JAW OF LUTHER CREED AS HE KNEELS HAS HIM FLAT ON HIS BACK!
QUINN HAS NIGHTSTICK IN A COLLAR AND ELBOW TIE!
BUT NIGHTSTICK OVER POWERS HIM!
911 POWERBOMB!
REDMOND QUINN ATE ALL OF IT!
Nightstick is battered, bruised and bleeding a little, but the match has finally begun. Luther Creed makes his way to his feet, eagerly continuing the fight against what he deems a crooked cop.
The pair lock up, exchanging blows again.
CREED WITH A RIGHT HOOK! ANSWERED BY NIGHTSTICK!
NIGHTSTICK WITH A SHOT TO THE NOSE! ANSWERED RIGHT BACK BY CREED!
KNEE STRIKE BY CREED THAT ROCKS NIGHTSTICK!
AND HE TAKES THE COP DOWN WITH A DDT!
But Creed isn’t done yet. He grabs Nightstick by the head, wrenching it backwards and places his knee in the back of Nightstick’s neck.
I CAN’T BREATHE!
HE WANTS NIGHTSTICK OFF THE STREETS PERMANENTLY!
Before Nightstick can pass out, the hold is abruptly broken. Redmond Quinn is back.
COBRA CLUTCH!
REDMOND QUINN DRAGS CREED AWAY FROM NIGHTSTICK WITH THE CLUTCH LOCKED IN!
BUT CREED REACHES OUT FOR THE ROPES AND PULLS THEM DOWN…
LUTHER CREED SENDS HIMSELF AND REDMOND QUINN TUMBLING OUT OF THE RING AND CRASH LANDING AT RINGSIDE!
Quinn seemed to cop the brunt of the impact of the tumble, as Creed is up on his feet relatively quickly. But he has not time for a breather.
BOOM! THERE’S SMITH!
NIGHTSTICK’S BULLHAMMER ELBOW FROM THE RING APRON TO LUTHER CREED!
AAAAAND BANG! THERE’S WESSON!
THE SECOND BULLHAMMER SENDS LUTHER CREED FLYING INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
He grabs Creed by the head…
AND SLAMS HIS SKULL INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
AGAIN!
AND AGAIN!
AND AGAIN!
LUTHER CREED IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
But Redmond Quinn approaches from behind. He grabs Nightstick and spins him around.
DETENTION!
SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB CRASHING NIGHTSTICK INTO THE BOTTOM STEP!
HOLY SHIT!
He quickly grabs Nightstick by the head and rolls him into the ring. Nightstick has been through hell from Luther Creed and now Quinn is going to capitalise on it. He hooks the leg for the pinfall.
ONE!
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NIGHTSTICK LOOKS OUT!
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TWO!
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THERE’S NO MOVEMENT BY CREED.
AND NONE BY THE BATTERED COP!
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THREE!
REDMOND QUINN HAS DONE IT!
HE’S TAKEN DOWN NIGHTSTICK AND LUTHER CREED BOTH!
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NIGHTSTICK’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES!
THE MATCH IS STILL GOING!
Redmond Quinn drags Nightstick away from the ropes.
FINAL ASSIGNMENT!
CATTLE MUTILATION IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!
CREED IS STILL OUT!
NIGHTSTICK HAS NO CHOICE!
NIGHTSTICK TAPS OUT!
REDMOND QUINN HAS REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME!
Redmond Quinn celebrates his victory as Luther Creed slowly comes to at ringside. Nightstick reaches his feet too, shooting a glance at Quinn, then at Luther Creed.
Nightstick steps out of the ring, walking up to Luther Creed… But he doesn’t stop. He walks right past him and heads off. There’s one soul that Nightstick seeks now.
Nightstick is going to look for Hades.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: REDMOND QUINN [/edgtf_highlight]
Let the Battle of the Behemoths begin!!!
Hunter and Svetolav are beating down Hades with right and left fists, and Hades is doing his best to weather the onslaught, but he’s outnumbered…
“THUNK!”
BUT HERE’S THUNK, AND HE’S BARRAGING THE TWO ASSAULTERS WITH WINDMILL FOREARMS TO THEIR BACKS, OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
Thunk gorilla presses Svetolav up in the air—
WHAT BRUTE STRENGTH!
Thunk then tosses Svetolav down onto the concrete and turns his attention to Hunter—
THROAT THRUST!
But Hunter swats Thunk off of him and socks him with a big right hand! And another, and another! Think is dazed and Hunter slides behind him and jumps—
INVERTED RKO!!
CONTRADICTION!!
Hunter turns to Hades who’s on all fours—
QUESTION MARK KICK TO THE HEAD!!
Hades is back on the floor and Hunter turns around into—
ANOTHER THROAT THRUST!
Thunk shakes his head, then pulls Hunter in close—
AND BITES HIS FOREHEAD!!
TOOTH OF TIGER!!
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GAE BULG!!
SVETOLAV JUST SPEARED THUNK THROUGH THE WALL!!
The action has now spilled into one of the private locker rooms, and when both Thunk and Svetolav look up they are surprised to see…
SIMON AND PYRE—
MAKING OUT ON A COUCH!
The Blackharts pause the action to see the two behemoths in a pile of rubble. Pyre angrily steps towards them, flames flickering from her fingertips, and the big boys high tail it back through the hole in the wall!
“DAAAAAAAA!!!!”
“THUUUNNNK!!!!”
As they return backstage, we see Hades on the offensive—
THREE RAPID HEADBUTTS TO HUNTER!!
ODE TO CEREBRUS!!
Between the bite and the headbutts, Hunter is busted open and Hades follows up with a Sparta kick—
YOUR FATE IS CHOSEN!!
Meanwhile Svetolav is beating down Thunk until he’s flat on the ground. He deadlifts Thunk up and lifts him up high—
AND POWERBOMBS HIM DOWN INTO A DRIVER ONTO THE CONRETE FLOOR!!!
PHAESPHOROS!!!
Thunk is out cold and Svetolav turns towards Hades, who is lifting Hunter up in the air in a double chokehold, and bee lines at them—
WELCOME TO THE UNDERWOR—
NO!
SVETOLAV SLAPS HIS HAND AROUND HADES’ THROAT!
Hunter barely escapes certain doom, as Svetolav lifts Hades up high—
AND SLAMS HIM ON HIS KNEE INTO A BACKBREAKER!!
And as Hades lays in shock on the knee, Svetolav unleashes a vicious spinning lariat—
NAEGLINTING!!
HE NEARLY TOOK HADES’ HEAD OFF!!
Svetolav laughs and pulls Hades up by his hair, holding him up and calling out to Hunter who rushes Hades—
AND DROPS HADES WITH A SEVERE CLOTHESLINE!!
RELAX!!
Svetolav is directing traffic again and motions for Hunter to set up a table next to him. Then he gutwrenches Hades—
HE’S THUNKING MURASAME POWERBOMB—
DID I SAY THUNKING??
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“BEEP BEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!”
THUNK IS DRIVING A FORKLIFT—
RIGHT AT PIOTR!!!!!
“VROOM VROOOOOOOM!!!!!!”
WHO LET THAT MAN DRIVE WITHOUT A LICENSE?!
The forklift crashes into the wall, narrowly missing the three men who dove out of the way!
“THUNK SMASH!!!”
THUNK SMASHES HUNTER!!!
“THUNK SMASH! SMASH!! SMASH!!!”
THUNK REPEATEDLY SMASHES SVETOLAV!!!
THUNK BEATS HIS CHEST— THUNK SEES RED!!!
The King of the Jungle stacks Hunter and Svetolav on the fork, and Thunk Smashes a lever which raises them up high!
“GO!” Thunk shouts at Hades, pointing down the hall, cueing Hades to go look for Nightstick…
Thunk sees. Thunk smashes. Thunk wins!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: THUNK [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “into the fryer” [/edgtf_highlight]
The scene opens up on an eyelid, the likes of which flutters open and darts around in confusion before the camera zooms out, revealing the owner to be Brent Kersh himself. The Lone Star struggles, finding himself chained to a table, two spikes on either side set to pierce downwards into his heart! However, they don’t go just yet. No, Kersh struggles only to stop as a voice speaks out.
“You can’t escape me, Kersh.” The haunting voice of Jigsaw echoes out in the room, the mastermind standing in front of the trap. “Most of my traps? They’re made to be escaped, but not this on. No, now? I want to see it eviscerate you. Those spikes are set to enter your heart once this night comes to a close. It’s been said that you put your heart into everything, Brent. Well how will you fair without it? How will OSW fair without it? Once the night comes to an end, so does Brent Kersh.”
Jigsaw lets out a chilling cackle, indulging in his own trap before smoke fills the air! He whips around, seeing the warehouse around them set ablaze! He rushes outside, bursting through the doors!
“Who-”
“I don’t get those traps of yours. Might as well just off the old fucker and be done with it.” The voice belongs to a man stepping out of the smoke! It’s Ethan Bird! The vagrant has a gas tank in hand which he splashes onto the ground, flames snaking towards the new source of fuel.
“He’ll die when the clock strikes midnight, Bird. My trap is inescapable, his fate was sealed! But no, you just had to come here and ruin everything, didn’t you?” Jigsaw’s face may be hidden, but one can hear the rage in his voice as Bird shakes his head.
“No need for your traps when you can get it done now and get it done right. I don’t waste time, I do what needs to get done.” Bird and Jigsaw square up as the building burns behind them!
But inside? We see Kersh has been removed from his trap, being carried out of the back of the warehouse by an unseen figure as the battle between Ethan Bird and Jigsaw starts right outside!
No bells and certainly no whistles right now, Bird just set Jigsaw’s warehouse ablaze and Jigsaw is not going to have that!
SPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE!
Jigsaw pounces on top of Ethan Bird and is trying to choke the life out of him! Bird gets underhooks and tosses Jigsaw off him! Both men get up and are staring daggers at each other! Jigsaw charges at Bird again but Bird drops to a knee!
LOW BLOW!
JIGSAW IS HUNCHED OVER!
BIRD GETS THE FRONT HEADLOCK AND LIFTS!
THE WORLD’S END!
HE NAILS THE FISHERMAN SUPLEX DDT!
That would normally finish a match but with no referee around, this is just getting started! Bird yanks Jigsaw up onto his shoulders and he’s carrying him towards the building! Jigsaw slips out the back and dropkicks him through a window!!
BIRD IS IN THE WAREHOUSE’S OLD OFFICE!
IN A ROOM FULL OF COMPUTERS, HE’S BUSTED WIDE OPEN FROM THE GLASS OUTSIDE THE ROOM!
HE BARELY NOTICES AS HE’S COUGHING ON SMOKE!
JIGSAW IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM!
JIGSAW PULLS HIM IN!
INTO THE ABYSS!
BEAR HUG SLAM ON THE CONCRETE!
Bird is writhing in pain as his back arches to relieve any of the pressure put on it! Jigsaw usually uses the computers to design his traps but today, they are the weapon to use here! Jigsaw grabs a monitor and puts it under Bird’s head!
BIRD’S FACE FIRST AGAINST THE SCREEN!
JIGSAW JUMPS!
CURBSTOMP ON THE SCREEN!
BIRD IS STILL NOT OUT OF IT!
JIGSAW THROWS HIM INTO THE OPEN PORTION OF THE WAREHOUSE!
We see countless traps throughout the room and Jigsaw knows this will be his last time to use them so he grabs the closest one! It’s a board covered in barbed wire! He lays it on the ground and pulls Bird up!
JIGSAW IS GOING FOR A POWERBOMB!
NO!
ETHAN BIRD COUNTERS IT WITH A BACK BODY DROP!
JIGSAW IS CAUGHT IN HIS OWN TRAP!
ETHAN FLIPS THE BOARD!
JIGSAW LANDS FACE FIRST ON THE FLOOR!
BIRD SMIRKS AND STOMPS THE BOARD HARD!
A few more stomps for good measure! Bird is looking for an exit sign through the increasing smoke! He’s going to leave Jigsaw to burn in his own warehouse! He sees one and sprints towards it!
CLICK!
BOING!
CRUNCH!
“AHHHH!”
ETHAN BIRD RUNS RIGHT INTO A BEAR TRAP!
HE’S FALLEN AND JIGSAW GETS TO HIM!
SHACKLE!
HE LOCKS IN THE ANKLE LOCK ON THE OTHER LEG AND GRAPEVINES IT!
BOTH LEGS ARE TRAPPED AND BIRD IS IN AGONY!
HE TAPS OUT FROM BOTH INSTINCT AND SELF PRESERVATION BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER!
HE’S FADING!
ETHAN BIRD PASSES OUT FROM THE PAIN!
Jigsaw has done it! He won’t have his traps but he’ll make sure Ethan Bird burns in the fire of his own making!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: JIGSAW [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “SNAKE WALKING” [/edgtf_highlight]
Previously Recorded:
On the reservation, Tommy Hawk sits on a hardened long around a campfire that burns with ferocity. There’s smoke and steam built up around him, allowing him an opportunity to walk with the spirits.
“My dreams trouble me,” he says calmly, the fire reflecting in his brown eyes. “I cannot escape the awakening of a great evil.”
The steam around him slowly begins morphing – changing into something else.
“I do not wish to close my eyes,” Tommy says, lowering his head. “Because I know that I too must be awakened.”
Suddenly and abruptly, spirit snakes lunge from the steam around him, morphing into the head of one giant snake that looms from above. Tommy looks up, his eyes narrowing.
“Are you awake yet, Thomas?” The snake head hisses in the voice of Viper Roberts.
Tommy stands, unafraid.
“What do you want from me, serpent?” Hawk demands to know, defiant in the face of terror.
“The time has come for nature to take revenge on he who dares presume to understand it,” the snake replies. “We’re going to kill everything you love; everything you are, Tommy.”
Suddenly, the Snake Head lunges forward and knocks Hawk to the ground. As The Spirit Walker looks up, the head has transformed into the visage of Viper Roberts who stands with a boot on his chest, keeping him on the ground.
“Fly to the Tap Room, little Hawk,” Roberts hisses smarmily. “If you dare.”
Gasp.
Tommy awakens around the fire, the spirit’s no longer in communication with him. He wipes the sweat from his brow and stands up.
“I must go to Miami,” he says solemnly. “For the Tap Room is where this snake slithers.”
Cut.
It’s ultimate good versus ultimate evil tonight in a dream match between The Hawk and The Viper!
“Southern Native” by Blackfoot blares through the speakers and Tommy Hawk walks out onto the stage. He screams his ululating war cry to the raucous crowd, and raises his hand up high just as The Head Snake, Viper Roberts, runs up behind him—
THWACK!
STEEL CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK!
The cheers instantly turn to boos and Roberts throws down his chair and poses with arms wide open in spite of the crowd.
With a look of pure agony on his face, Hawk grasps at his lower back as Ole Vipe locks his arm around Tommy’s head—
AND DDT’S HIM ON THE RAMP!!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!!
The Head Snake unbuckles his snakeskin belt and advances, pointing towards The Spirit Walker—
WHIP!
ANOTHER WHIP TO THE LOWER BACK!!
ROBERTS IS TANNING THE HIDE!!
Hawk is crawling down the ramp away from Viper who’s in pursuit. Hawk pulls himself up on the apron only to receive another lashing-
WHIP!!
You could hear that crack of the whip in The Poconos, and Hawk is frozen up against the ring allowing Roberts to wrap that belt around his neck just like a snake—
HE’S CHOKING THE SPIRIT OUT OF TOMMY!!
Viper laughs as he yanks that belt back but is surprised with a stiff elbow that knocks him back and loosens his grip just enough for Hawk to attain some precious breathing room, breaking away and sliding into the ring.
But Roberts is right behind him, and the bell rings as Roberts sprints at Hawk, his belt coiled around his fist with the buckle out, and he throws a right hand at Hawk—
HAWK DUCKS IT!
Roberts spins around right into—
A LEFT JAB FROM HAWK!
AND ANOTHER!
AND A THIRD!
Roberts is dazed and Hawk calls out to the crowd—
“ULULULULULULUUU!!!!!”
AND KNOCKS ROBERTS ON HIS ASS WITH A BIG RIGHT HAND CHOP TO THE FOREHEAD!!
Roberts pops back up—
RIGHT INTO ANOTHER CHOP!!
Again Roberts is back to his feet and Hawk spins as the crowd erupts—
THE SCALP!!!
HITS NOTHING BUT AIR!!!
The crowd’s buzz dies down real quick as Roberts sensed the discus palm strike coming, hitting the deck at the last second and rolling to the outside away from harm.
Or so he thought…
HAWK IS GOING NATIVE!!
HE DOVE FIST-FIRST THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AT ROBERTS!!
”SPIRIT WALKER!”
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!
The diving strike takes Roberts down, and the crowd chants for Hawk as he picks Viper back up and tosses him back into the ring, shaking his head at him all the while.
The Hawk stalks the Viper from above and behind as a predator would it’s prey, as the snake slithers to his feet—
DISCUS PALM STRIKE, TAKE TWO—
BUT ROBERTS CAUGHT HAWK’S FOREARM AND WRAPS IT AROUND TOMMY’S NECK IN ONE SWIFT MOTION—
COUNTERING WITH THE WRAPAROUND NECKBREAKER!!!
THE SNAKEBITE!!!
Roberts slides over Hawk for the cover—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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WAS HAWK POISONED BY THE BITE??
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THREE!!!
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NO!!!
FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
The ref holds up two fingers to Robert’s dumbfounded face and points at Hawk’s foot on the bottom rope. Roberts immediately yanks the woozy Hawk up by the arm and wraps it around his head again—
BUT HAWK SPINS OUT!
DESPERATION KICK TO ROBERTS’ GUT!
Hawk lifts Roberts up in a stalling vertical suplex—
AND DROPS HIM WITH A FALCON ARROW!!
THE RED ARROW, INTO A PIN—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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ROBERTS KICKS OUT!!
Tommy climbs the turnbuckle up to the top rope as Viper gets to his feet…
HAWK IS SUMMONING THE SPIRITS!
HE TAKES FLIGHT—
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AND CHOPS VIPER SQUARE BETWEEN THE EYES WITH A MASSIVE TOMAHAWK CHOP!!
The crowd is going wild, and Hawk demands Roberts get to his feet once more, which he does and walks right into—
THE SCALP!!!
DISCUS PALM STRIKE CONNECTS!!!
Roberts drops like a sack of snakes and Hawk hooks a leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THIRD TIME’S A CHARM!!
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THREE!!!
Good triumphs over evil, as the Hawk proves the be the ultimate predator tonight and forever!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: TOMMY HAWK [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “VIRUS” [/edgtf_highlight]
The OSW World Champion is walking down the hallway.
DTR.
“Vengeance is a virus.” His voice narrates as we follow him through the Tap Room corridors.
Images begin to flash over him.
“It all starts with first contact.”
We see the IWF, flashes of the wars between DTR and Jensen Cussen.
“Once infected, the virus slowly makes its way through your body.”
Under the OSW banner, we see the pair fighting in an old shack that suddenly explodes.
“No matter how much you fight it, you start to feel it set in.”
A wheelchair-bound DTR rises up out of his chair, attacking a hapless Jimmy Sartyr. Jensen Cussen appears, staring him down.
“When the symptoms get too much to ignore, you try to kill the virus with whatever you can.”
DTR wins the OSW World Championship. From the ramp, we see The System, and a conflicted Jensen Cussen walking out of a tall shadow.
“But it doesn’t work.”
Cussen and DTR battle in the center of the ring, one last time, the shadow watching from ringside.
“You can’t defeat the virus, you can only let it run its course, do what it needs to do.”
DTR gets a convincing pinfall over Cussen, getting his hand raised before being handed the World title.
“But once it has, what do you have left?”
Cussen and DTR circle each other, the crowd rising up to cheer for them to finally show respect to one another.
CRASH!
The world goes black and white in slow motion as a hooded man hits Jensen Cussen from behind. DTR tries to intervene, but he’s grabbed behind by Marvelous Master Chef and handcuffed to the ropes.
“Vengeance is a virus, made to be transferred from one to another.”
Mike Lane stands in the center of the ring, the shadow looming over all. He nods to the hooded man.
CRUNCH! A SURGICAL STRIKE WITH A STEEL BAR BREAKS JENSEN’S BACK!
DTR cries out as the hooded man leans down in his face.
“We breathed the same air, and now I am infected.”
Edward Newton.
“Now I am the Virus.”
The last image is of a crippled Jensen Cussen. It fades to DTR walking down the hallway, prepared to fight the whole System by himself.
“Now I am Vengeance.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “NIGHTMARE” [/edgtf_highlight]
Brent Kersh’s body scrapes along the parking lot of the Tap Room. Someone grabbed him from Jigsaw’s warehouse earlier tonight, and it’s time to find out who.
Ozric Mortimer.
With Kersh’s collar in one hand and his trusty barbed wire baseball bat in the other, the Nightmare seems to have some bad intentions for the Enforcer.
Grunting from the effort, Mortimer throws Kersh’s prone body onto a pile of dirt he’s set up. Kersh tries to gain his bearings, realizing that something is off. He uses what strength he has left to crawl up this dirt pile to the top.
And then he recoils.
A gravestone greets him.
HARRISON, it says. Atop the stone sits the mask of Hysteria.
And beside that grave sits another, this one empty.
For now.
Brent turns around, seeing Mortimer grinning at him.
“You’re a threat to me.” Ozric sneers. “And a threat to anyone like me.”
“I’ll be a threat to anyone who attacks me or my family.” Kersh pants, adrenaline starting to fill him. “If you’d left me alone, I’d leave you alone.”
“Maybe.” Mortimer replies. “Maybe not. All that matters is that you won’t slay any more monsters. The Brent Kersh legacy dies tonight, buried alive next to the last man who thought he could end my dynasty of depravity.”
Brent stands up, shaking the dirt and dust from his body. His neck pops as he regards the monster before him.
“If you think it’ll be that easy, then you don’t know a damn thing about me.”
Ozric Mortimer smiles.
This fight is on.
Right fucking now.
The Enforcer has endured through darkness and death, through where his eyes didn’t go and the very evil of Fear itself but he’s broken, weary and nearly at the end of his strength. Will the Sparrow do what so many monsters could not or can this old dog endure one last time?
The camera fades in right into a brutal kick to the chest that sends the Enforcer flying through our field of vision as he collapses hard onto the ground. Kersh is battered and bruised, his OSW t-shirt a tattered rage clinging to his upper body as he breaths hard, spitting out a glob of blood onto the dirt before staring up with fury in his eyes.
“That all you got asshole?”
Chuckling to himself, the Mad Sparrow walks into frame, twirling Mort the Barbed Wire Bat in the air as he slowly advances forward. Kersh tries to stand but another hard boot to the side of the head puts him back down as he stumbles forward, nearly tumbling down into an open grave.
“Recognise it Bertie? It’s the resting place of the man I thought would replace me but he was…disappointing so he had to fade away. I wonder little Bertie, will you disapoint me too cause there’s room for another there”
Sure enough, the camera pans up as we see a weathered and breaking headstone as we can just barely but it tells us what we allready know.
That it’s the last resting place of LH ‘Hysteria’ Harrison.
Kersh tries to get to his feet as Ozric tries to throw another kick but Brent was ready for him this time, double legging him to the hard ground as he begins to pound down with hard lefts and rights as the Mad Sparrow just laughs through the pain. Kersh winds up for a giant right but Ozric slips to the left, Brent punching the hard ground
BEFORE MORTIMER SINKS HIS TEETH INTO KERSH’S ARM!
Kersh stumbles back in pain, blood dripping down his arm as Mortimer just smiles that sadistic grin. Kersh rushes forward again, Mortimer kicking low to drop Brent to one knee again before nearly taking his goddamn head off with a brutal Big Boot.
Brent crashes down to the mat, his blood now staining the dirt that soon becomes a puddle as Mortimer stomps down over and over again on the back of Kersh’s head, sending him down into the hard ground repeatedly.
Finally Mortimer lifts him up, The Enforcer a bloody mess, barely able to defend himself from a brutal right to the jaw before Ozric locks both his arms
MIRROR GODDAMN MIRROR! Headbutt after headbutt rains down on Kersh, the Enforcer’s blood staining the now blood red makeup of the Sparrow until Brent is a limp mess in his arms. Mortimer laughs sadistically, mocking Kersh with a quick waltz around the parking lot before he spins him around,
SUSPENDED ANIMATION! BRENT GETS DUMPED RIGHT ON HIS GODDAMN SKULL!
Kersh could be done right here, Mortimer gripping him by the foot as he slowly drags him towards the open grave. Kersh weakly tries to grip hold of the ground but Mortimer’s too strong and he’s lost too much damn blood to truly fight back. Ozric stops at the grave, kicking Kersh over as he kneels down
“Sorry little bertie, guess you failed too”
Ozric picks up the fallen Mort, twirling it in the air before placing it against the Enforcer’s head.
“Oh poor little bertie, you can tremble, you can cry, you can even scream, that’s what they all do in the end”
Ozric swings Mort back, readying to smash open the Enforcer’s skull.
SAND TO THE EYES!
Mortimer is blinded as he lets go of the bat for a moment, Bertie leaping forward, grabbing it before embedding the barbed wire into Mortimer’s side. Ozric screams out in pain, stumbling back as blood oozes from his side but he’s not on his feet for long as the Enforcer screams out in rage, rushing forward before spearing the Sparrow down hard as he rains down Haymaker after Haymaker, making that red face of Ozrics flush with his own blood as well as Brent’s.
Kersh pounds down over and over again, his knuckles cracking and breaking from the sheer force before he grips the Sparrow around the throat, lifting him up high.
BYE BYE…LOW BLOW! Ozric goes low, forcing Kersh to drop him as he crumples to his knees. Ozric wipes the blood from his eyes, fingers gripping Mort once more as he swings wild
NEARLY BREAKING KERSH’S JAW WITH THE SHEER FORCE!
Brent goes flying, slumping up against the gravestone as Ozric rushes forward, looking for that one final blow
BUT KERSH INTERCEPTS IT WITH THE GRAVESTONE, BREAKING IT OVER OZRIC’S GODDAMN SKULL!
The Sparrow’s done as the Enforcer powers himself up to his feet, finding that last bit of strength in his bones as he grips the Sparrow around the throat
MOTHER FUCKING CHOKESLAM! BYE BYE SPARROW RIGHT INTO THE OPEN GRAVE! OZRIC IS OUT COLD!
Kersh collapses to the ground, completely spent and barely breathing but Ozric is completely out as the Enforcer somehow survives once more.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER: BRENT KERSH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “FAMILY TIES” [/edgtf_highlight]
After that brutal fight in the parking lot, Brent Kersh and Ozric Mortimer both remain down on the floor. They’re hurting, but Kersh knows that he needs to try and get away.
Slowly but surely, he crawls towards the nearest car, thinking if he can just make it there, perhaps he can get out of dodge.
Ozric though has other ideas.
The Monster gets back to his feet, standing before the graves, looking towards Kersh.
“Come back you coward,” Mortimer roars. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
The Enforcer slowly rises to his feet, looking over his shoulder at Mortimer with a grimace.
THEN HE CHARGES!
BRENT KERSH CHARGES ACROSS THE PARKING LOT, DIVING INTO OZRIC MORTIMER!
BOTH SLAM INTO THE MOUND OF DIRT BY THE GRAVE!
But…
But that’s all Kersh has.
He rolls away to watch breathlessly as Mortimer gets back to his feet and backs up to the edge of the grave.
“That was a valiant last shot,” Ozric says with a chuckle. “But it wasn’t enough!”
A HAND WRAPS AROUND THE THROAT OF OZRIC MORTIMER!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
THAT’S…
OH MY GOD!
HOLY SHIT!
OZRIC MORTIMER TURNS TO SEE THE SCARECROW CLIMBING OUT OF THE GRAVE, HIS HAND AROUND THE THROAT OF OZRIC MORTIMER!
The Hayman begins slamming brutal fists into his face, punch after punch, stumbling him backwards.
The Scarecrow grabs the arm of Ozric, pulling it violently from his torso as he screams.
HE’S RIPPING HIM APART!
FUCKING HELL!
Then the other arm…
Ozric Mortimer drops to his knees, his arms having been violently ripped from this torso.
“He’s mine,” The Scarecrow roars, bending down to grab something.
IT’S A PITCHFORK!
He rams it straight through the head of The Monster, tumbling him backwards into the grave with a blood curdling thump.
Brent Kersh slowly pulls himself from the mudheap, exhausted. He looks at The Scarecrow, who stands opposite him.
“Whether I’m here today or gone tomorrow, there’s one thing you should know,” he says proudly. “Where your eyes don’t go, you should fear The Scarecrow.”
Flutter.
And he’s gone.
Brent Kersh puts his hands on his hips and takes a deep breath before slowly stumbling back towards the parking lot.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “A TRUE HERO” [/edgtf_highlight]
Above the ring, the tag titles are hanging on a loop, in advance of the tables, ladders and chairs match coming up next. Before any music can hit, though, Knock Knock stride out onto the ramp, pulling Cayci Spires with them. It must have been Doubt’s tendrils that grabbed her earlier in the night!
They bundle her roughly into the ring and stand her up dead centre.
Crowley teases Spires, running his crowbar down her bleeding chest. Doubt leers from behind him as Crowley speaks.
“Look what we have here. A sad excuse for a human, all shivering and bleeding. So weak! I don’t know why Neville even picked you. Why the fuck would anyone pick this?” he gestures towards her.
“He could have had anyone he wanted, but he chose you. So I chose you too, but for a very different reason. You’ve not been bored though, Cayci, have you? We’ve certainly made sure you were… entertained… whilst in our company. And let me tell you you’ve taken everything we’ve thrown at you. And we’ve thrown some bad, bad things your way. But here you are, still not quite broken.”
The camera zooms in on Cayci and we see that she is in terrible condition. Her face, puffy and discoloured from the bruising, one of her eyes almost swollen shut, she can barely talk. Whatever Knock Knock did, it has left her physically and mentally troubled.
“A true hero doesn’t run,” Doubt says. “But Neville sure ran. And now we’re going to kill his girlfriend, and he’ll be the one truly alone. Goodbye Cayci.”
Doubt prepares to commit the final deed, but before he can go through with it Neville Sheldon charges out from the back and down to the ring, like a house on fire. He immediately swings for Crowley and Doubt, and the match is on!
Knock Knock have ruled the tag team roost since they began teaming up, taking down Knights, Clinkers and 90’s Guys along the way but their fiercest rivals have always seemed to have their number. Blood and loss have scarred both teams as Beauty and the Geek have one final shot at the gold. Can they rise above after all this time or will their dreams of championship gold end up just a fever dream?
The bell sounds as Neville Sheldon like a house on fire, pounding down on both Doubt and Smiley with heavy lefts and rights. Crowley tries for a high kick but Neville ducks underneath, dropping him to the mat with a hard Bodyslam. Doubt smacks Sheldon from behind with a stiff forearm as he tries to lift him up high for a Brainbuster but the Nerd slips out, spinning him around before twisting the arm.
THE GEEK OUT! MODIFIED DDT!
Neville is feeling it as he’s taking it to Knock Knock. He pulls Doubt up, drilling him with a few heavy lefts and rights before giving him a Bodyslam. Neville rushes to the ropes, bouncing off but he stops mid-run as he hears Cayci screaming out in pain
AS CROWLEY HAS HER LOCKED IN THE GLASGOW SMILE!
Neville roars out in anger, rushing forward as Lee immediately drops the hold, slipping out of the ring as Neville checks on the fallen Spires. She’s still heavily hurting from the sneak attack earlier but she reassures Neville she’s okay, the Nerd getting to his feet right as Lee jumps up to the apron
SNAPPING HIS NECK OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Neville is stunned, staggering back into the middle of the ring
RIGHT INTO THE PESSEMIST’S END!
The Tornado DDT spikes Neville right into the mat as Lee rolls in, the wolves now pouncing down on the wounded Nerd with a hunger. Both men kick the shit out of Neville, the Underdog turtling up in pain before Lee pulls him up, grabbing hold of Neville’s mouth as he delivers the Hideous Laughter. Crowley holds Neville down over his knees as Doubt quickly leaps up high
SLEEP PARALYSIS!
That deadly double team maneuver has Sheldon gasping for air as Lee continues to kick the shit out of him, trying to break his ribs while Doubt rolls out of the ring and grabs the very first ladder.
Doubt sets up the ladder as Lee lifts Neville up, trying to throw him out of the ring but Neville counters, throwing Crowley to the floor as Sheldon leaps forward, dropkicking the ladder right into the Emotion’s face. Neville breaths hard, favoring his ribs from the brutal double team but he’s still fighting as he sets up the ladder again, making it steady as he slowly begins to climb
ONE RUNG
TWO
THREE
Neville’s on the fourth but he doesn’t see Lee leaping up onto the top rope
SPRINGBOARD CHELSEA GRIN TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Neville faceplants forward, cracking a few teeth from the force as he crashes to the mat. Crowley lifting Doubt up as he motions for him to go up to the top, Knock Knock looking for the killing blow as Lee lifts the hurting Neville up into an Electric Chair as Doubt climbs up to the top, facing backwards. The Emotion leaps off as Smiley pushes Neville off his shoulders
FEVER FUCKING DREAM! ELECTRIC CHAIR MOONSAULT DDT!
That has to be it for the Nerd, he’s damn near motionless on the mat as Knock Knock have this in the bag once more. Lee slides out of the ring, grabbing a second ladder as Knock Knock set them both up and begin to climb, looking to finally end the championship dreams of their greatest rivals. Both men are at the top as their fingertips graze the titles
SPIRES SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE, DROPKICKING BOTH LADDERS DOWN AS KNOCK KNOCK CRASH TO THE MAT!
The Superheroine is fired up, fighting through the pain as she delivers hard kicks to the rising Crowley before a brutal low Superkick drops Doubt to the mat. She tries to pull the ladder up but both men are quickly staggering to their feet so she decides to think like a crazy old man and drape the ladder over her neck.
AND SPIN THAT SHIT RIGHT IN THEIR FACES!
Both Doubt and Crowley take the ladder to their faces multiple times, Cayci spinning around like a top over and over until she’s staggered and dazed on her feet. She shakes away the spins before trying to pull Doubt up as she leaps up onto the ropes
CURTAIN CALLL…NO!
Doubt throws her off right into a brutal Chelsea Grin. Spires goes down hard as Doubt and Smiley drop down to the mat, Doubt fishhooking her bottom jaw as Lee fish-hooks the top, both men leaning back
AS THEY LOCK IN THE NIGHTMARE TRAP!
Cacyi is screaming in pain, furiously tapping out on the mat but submissions don’t mean shit here as Knock Knock are intent to inflict as much pain and torture as possible. Suddenly Doubt gets pulled off by a furious Neville Sheldon, the Nerd pounding down with hard lefts and rights before he flips him onto his back
AND LOCKS IN THE BOOK SMART!
Both Doubt and Cayci are still tapping as Neville and Lee stare deep into eachother’s eyes with fury. Crowley is the first to drop the hold, leaping onto Neville as the pair roll on the mat, exchanging hard lefts and rights before Lee rocks Neville with a brutal haymaker. Crowley gets to his feet, rushing to the ropes
SHOCK….HARD! Neville counters the Spear with a Spinning Heel Kick of his own, Smiley dropping to his knees as Neville delivers a hard right before dropping to his back
AS CAYCI SPRINGBOARDS OFF WITH CHAOS THEORY! CODEBREAKKKER!
Knock Knock are down and out as Beauty and the Geek finally have their chance. They set up both ladders, hugging briefly before Neville and Cayci slowly climb up the rungs
ONE RUNG
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
They’re inches away from the titles when the ladders begin to shake
KNOCK KNOCK ARE UP AND CLIMBING FAST!
They reach the top with Beauty and the Geek as both teams begin to exchange hard lefts and rights. Beauty and the Geek hit two hard blows that rock Knock Knock as they reach up one more time, not seeing Doubt rear back
BLACK MIST!
Both Neville and Cayci are blinded by the caustic goo as a single brutal shot from both men knock them back down to the canvas, Lee smiling that sadistic smile as he reaches up
AND PULLS THE TAG TITLES DOWN RETAINING THE CHAMPIONSHIP FOR KNOCK KNOCK!
Knock Knock retain the tag team titles here tonight. Beauty and the Geek tried their absolute best but their dreams have been shattered by the sadistic duo that have become known as the best in the world.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNERS AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: KNOCK KNOCK [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “TOYBOX” [/edgtf_highlight]
The match has come to a conclusion…but the night isn’t over yet.
Beauty and the Geek were just barely able to escape the Asylum…but their well-being is absolutely shot.
Cayci Spires has been tortured badly after everything that’s transpired, and Neville Sheldon is only slightly better off.
And now, they’re about to face some really bad company.
Creeping Death and Mez are the first to approach the duo, followed closely by Mysterion and No Face as the group surrounds them…only to be stopped by the cavalry.
Redwing, The Sharkman, coming out to even the odds.
And in each man’s hand, a needle with some sort of elixir.
It seems as though a solution to D’Ville’s influence has been found, and these two look to provide the cure.
Redwing rushes No Face, as Sharkman clutches Mez…and they both inject the elixir into their targets.
Sharkman quickly drops Mez to the ground as he focuses on Creeping Death, with Redwing tackling Mysterion to the ground.
They both find themselves injected with this solution, courtesy of a second pair of needles.
But, as the saying goes, your mileage may vary.
We see Creeping Death slowly transforming, as if physically affected by D’Ville’s influence being released…but Mez and No Face don’t seem to react nearly the same way.
Mysterion, watching as Mez and No Face die as a result of the injection, shoves Redwing away before running off…leaving our heroes with the man formerly known as Creeping Death looking back at them with a look of innocence.
Corey Black has returned to the light.
And he looks scared.
“You don’t understand…there’s something else on the horizon, something horrifying. D’Ville’s got one more trick up his sleeve, and his most horrendous creation is in a strange place…the Toy Box.”
Cayci and Neville look to each other, and then to Redwing and Sharkman, who nod in unison before Redwing speaks up.
“It’s time we finish this…we have to go there.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “IN THE SHADOWS” [/edgtf_highlight]
Nightstick walks through the backstage hallways.
He’s still looking for Hades, who said he had information for the officer.
Rounding a corner, he comes across an unusually dark hallway.
“Hello?” He calls out, pulling out his flashlight.
There’s someone at the end of this hallway.
“Hades?”
The unknown figure steps forward, still obscured by the shadows.
“I’m afraid not.” He says. “Hades is an unknown variable. He was not accounted for.”
Nightstick scowls.
“Then who the hell are you?”
“Call me a messenger.” The shadow says. “One who is to make sure that tonight goes exactly as planned for my benefactor.”
A metallic glint appears in the darkness, and Nightstick freezes. He knows what it is.
“I pulled this from Luther Creed’s bag. I made sure it had his prints on it.”
It’s a gun.
Nightstick shakes his head, his hand slowly reaching for his own firearm.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“If you wish to speak to Hades.” The voice says. “Then perhaps you can make a house call.”
BANG!
Nightstick’s body hits the ground as the figure steps out of the shadows finally.
Edward Newton.
The Riddler carefully places the tainted weapon next to Nightstick’s body. He pulls out a mobile, making a call.
“The cop’s off the table. The revolutionary has been implicated.”
He listens.
“Yes. The seed of D’Ville’s monster was planted, and the so-called heroes of OSW have rushed to fight him.”
He listens again.
“Indeed. I am glad I could be of service to you. I’ll see you after the match.”
The Riddler closes the mobile, walking down the hallway with a grin.
He challenges for the World Title momentarily, but who the hell was he talking to?
Flint?
Someone else?
Cut.
The OSW World Heavyweight Title. The most prestigious title in the sport today and for the past year, it has been around the waist of the Rattlesnake. DTR has been through absolute hell to get to where he is today, he’s broken bones, lost friends and damn near lost his soul but his greatest test to date may well at hand as the System finally shine their collective lights upon him. The Poisonous Luchadore, The Shadow of Greatness and the Twisted Engima represent three of the greatest in OSW history and reason says he can’t win but can the Rattlesnake tell reason to go fuck itself one last time or will he meet the same vengeful fate his best friend did?
The crowd is waiting with baited breath, the main event of this tremendous show is about to begin as they’re allready beginning to scream and boo as they await the challengers but they don’t hear the hard drum opening of Kashmir, nor the echoed screaming of Ozzy or even the mumbled rap of Lil Wayne.
Instead an ever increasing tempo of a guitar solo begins to echo throughout the TapRoom as ‘Hellrider’ by Judas Priest starts playing
And as the lights dim, through the thick fog we see the three centerpieces of the System emerge onto the stage.
Mike Lane kicks through the fog as the lights raise once more, Newton standing behind him with a smug smile upon his face as the Shadow stares daggers at the Riddler. Newton looks down at him over his glasses but before they can begin to argue again, Marvelous Master Chef gets in between, an arm over both men with a shit eating grin on his face.
Lane and Newton both roll their eyes before they nod as the trio begin to walk down the rampway when the lights go off once more.
“This town has it claws buried in my neck. This town it takes life without mercy, without hate”
KABONG!
The lights go back on as DTR stands over the fallen Mike Lane, a steel chair in his hands that MMC tries to punch back into his face but the Rattlesnake ducks under the shot, kicking the Chef low
THE RATTLER! STUNNNAHHH!
MMC goes down as well as DTR turns to Newton, his face trembling with rage as Newton begins running away down the ramp to the ring with the world champion in hot pursuit. Newton just manages to slide in first as the referee calls for the bell.
Newton stomps down on DTR as he slides into the ring but The Rattlesnake catches a foot after a few strikes, flipping Newton onto the mat as he begins to beat the shit out of the Riddler. Hard lefts and rights that threaten to crack and break his glasses. Dave pulls Newton up, rocking him with a brutal knee to the jaw before lifting him up high in the air
BRAINNNBBBUUUSSTTTTAAA!
The Riddler gets spiked into the mat as the crowd roars in approval, The Rattlesnake cracking his knuckles as he looks to peel the hurting Newton up from the mat, not noticing a masked lunchadore perched up on the top rope with his trademark skillet.
SKILLET…REASONABLE TRAUMA!
LEAPING SUPERKICK SENDS THE SKILLET RIGHT BACK INTO MMC’S FACE!
LOW BLOW!
MMC was just the distraction as the Riddler nails DTR hard in the bollocks, as the world champ drops to his knees. Newton winks at the fallen DTR before he drops down as the Shadow rushes into the ring
LAUNCHING OFF THE RIDDLER WITH ROLLING IN THE FAST LANE!
The huge running knee drops DTR to the mat as the System swarm, pounding down on him with a frenzied triple beatdown. The pack of wolves sensing the blood in the water as both MMC and Mike Lane pull DTR up, holding his arms back as the Riddler slaps his cheek sarcastically before rearing back
MASSIVE RIGHT HOOK!
The shot had to have broken a few teeth there as DTR spits out blood on the mat, before staring daggers at Newton, daring him to try that shit again as Newton rears back
BEFORE KICKING HIM RIGHT IN THE DICK!
Both MMC and Lane let go as DTR drops to the mat like a ton of bricks, Newton telling them to pull him up again but Lane begins to argue that he’s allready down, both hot heated former champions looking to go at it as they don’t notice MMC dropping down for the pinfall.
ONE
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NEWTON BREAKS IT UP!
The Riddler looks pissed at Chef who tried to steal the world title as the Lunchadore just shrugs his shoulders. DTR’s struggling to his feet as he catches a kick from Lane, pushing him away but a hard kick to the jaw from Newton drops him again as the Enigma points for the Chef to climb up to the top rope. The Riddler lifts DTR up, nailing him again low with a knee before hoisting him up onto his shoulders in a reverse Death Valley Driver, walking around the ring as MMC leaps off
FLYING BANANAS FLAMBE! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE GROIN!
DTR’s in tremendous pain but he’s not done yet as Newton spins him around before throwing him off his shoulders
RIGHT INTO THE DEGENERATION!
SYSTEM FUCKING SHOCK!
The triple combination that won them the last Triosmania could well finally end the reign of the Rattlesnake here tonight but can the System decide who the man to pin him will be?
Mike Lane is the first to try as he drops down for the cover
ONE
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TW…NEWTON PUSHES HIM OFF AS HE TRIES FOR THE COVER NOW
ONE
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TWO
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LANE BREAKS UP THE FALL!
The Riddler and the Shadow go nose to nose, fury beginning to well in their faces as they argue once more between them, not noticing as
MMC TRIES AGAIN
ONE
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BROKEN UP WITH A DOUBLE BOOT TO THE LUNCHADORE’S HEAD!
Both the Shadow and the Riddler pull him up, yelling at him to know his place as the super spicy man from the Luncha Underground begins to get annoyed too, all three looking like they’re about to come to blows but Newton is the first to calm down. Placing one hand on both of their shoulders as he begins to talk reason to them. But the rallying speech is cut short
BY A MAMMOTH SPEAR FROM THE RATTLESNAKE!
DTR begins to rain down heavy lefts and rights before a mammoth headbutt shatters the glasses on Newton’s face, sending glass everywhere. The Rattlesnake is pulled off by both MMC and Mike Lane but he slips out of their grasp, delivering another headbutt to the Shadow that drops him before getting staggered back by an elbow to the throat from MMC.
The Lunchadore lifts DTR up onto his shoulders, looking to scramble the world champions eggs but The Rattlesnake slips out of the Fishermans Buster attempt, grabbing him from behind in a Reverse DDT position
FILL IN THE….SHADOW KICK!
DTR once again falls to the numbers game as both MMC and Lane stomp a mudhole into him.
Newton rises up, throwing his broken spectacles to the mat as he’s furious now, stomping down on DTR himself before peeling him up off the mat
NEVERMIND!
DTR well could be done right there from that brutal Implant DDT but the Riddler doesn’t pin. Instead rolling outside of the ring as he’s looking for something underneath the ring, quickly finding the plunder he needs
As he rises up with a sickening smile on his face.
And a Sledgehammer in hand.
The same hammer he used to cripple Vengeance.
Both MMC and Mike Lane hold DTR down as the Riddler slides into the ring, that sickening grin now a mile wide. DTR slowly coming to as his eyes go wide, struggling with all his might as Newton slowly advances forward, that deadly hammer raised high
DTR manages to wiggle out of MMC’s grip as he elbows him low. Lane tries to punch him down but DTR catches the hand before headbutting him back. Newton rushing forward as DTR manages to flip over onto his back and catch the hammer just in time
Newton tries to force it down onto his chest but DTR screams out in rage as he begins to power himself up off the mat, forcing the hammer up higher and higher before he pushes it back into Newton’s face
REASONABLE TRAUMA!
The Riddler crashes to the mat, The Rattlesnake slowly stalking forward as MMC leaps up, trying to hold him back but he’s stunned with another elbow to the gut before DTR grabs him by the head
THE RATTLER!
The Shadow is the next to get up to his feet, spinning DTR around before stunning him with a series of lefts and rights before backing him up to the ropes and throwing him across the ring
SHADOW KICK…NO!
DTR catches the kick, spinning Mike Lane around before kicking him in the gut
RATTLER!
The Rattlesnake cracks his neck, putting up two in the air before he turns to a retreating Newton and flips him the bird before rushing forward
Massive clothesline in the corner sends Newton slumping down before DTR begins stomping a mudhole in this mother fucker, the crowd cheering for each boot, the Rattlesnake nearly pounding Newton through the damn buckles before he pulls him up
POKE TO THE EYE!
Newton goes to the desperation tactics as he lifts the blinded DTR up onto his shoulders
ENGIMA…NO!
DTR slips out of the Death Valley Driver, grabbing Newton by the back of the head as he slides down, spinning the Reverse DDT into a Neckbreaker
AS HE FILLS IN THE BLANK!
DTR slams Newton down to the mat as he’s fired up, looking for the end and yet another Rattler but he notices the fallen sledgehammer first.
The Rattlesnake slowly walks over to the hammer, raising it high as he begins almost trembling in rage. His eyes flicking over to the cowering Newton as he slowly stalks forward, raising the hammer high as the Riddler braces for impact
That never happens
He looks up as the Rattlesnake just drops the hammer to the mat, shaking his head before he flips Newton off once more
KICK
WHAM
RATTLER!
The Rattlesnake is fired up, Newton’s stunned and down but he’s not done as he’s begging and pleading for this sumbitch to get to his feet. Newton slowly rising into a flurry of kicks and punches that are capped off with a brutal knee to the jaw before DTR rolls back, running to the ropes as he bounces off
INFINITE FUCKING CHAOS!
THAT WAS FOR JENSEN YOU CUNT!
DTR looks to drop down for the cover but Mike Lane is up, delivering a hard hook to the back of the head before throwing him out of the ring. The Shadow stops for a moment, looking down at the prone Edward Newton before shrugging as he hooks the leg as the referee drops down for the pinfall.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!!!
We have a new World Heavyweight Champion here as the Rattlesnake tried his hardest but in the end, the Shadow endures but can the System after the fallout of Newton taking the fall?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] WINNER AND NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION: MIKE LANE [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#50a2ff” color=”#fFFFFF”] “FOREVER” [/edgtf_highlight]
The ultimate OSW World Champion has been decided!
But the action isn’t over yet.
MMC and Mike Lane immediately begin attacking DTR with all they have. Errol Flint and Betamax have made their way down to the ring to call the shots. But there’s one member of the System who has left the ring.
And he has a microphone on the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Edward Newton calls out, grabbing the attention of the System. “All of this fighting, and no one has even bothered to try to answer the riddle of the night.”
He pauses.
“Who killed the Chief?”
Lane shrugs, and kicks DTR in the head, while Flint seems confused about what Newton is doing.
Then darkness takes the Tap Room.
Niggas wanna be the King, but
Long Live the Chief!”
What!?
But he’s dead!?
As if risen from the dead, The Chief walks out on stage, pimp swagger and all. He grins at the dumbfounded expressions on everyone’s face.
“Surprise, motherfuckers! I ain’t dead after all. And now I’ve rooted out the fucking rats in the Tap Room. Pasty ass motherfuckers trying to come at the King. But you fucking missed!”
Newton steps forward and shakes hands with Chief. Now a turncloak, he grins at a raging Errol Flint.
“Sorry Errol, you’re out of your league here. The Chief’s OSW is the only one I want a part of.”
Flint steps forward to kick DTR out of the ring. He rounds up Lane, Betamax, and MMC.
“It’s four on two. You’re outnumbered.”
SHHHHHHHAAAAAADDDDOOOOWWWWW KICK TO ERROL FLINT!?
WHAT THE FUCK!? THAT’S HIS FATHER IN LAW!
Seeing their opportunity, The Chief and Newton head for the ring.
BUT THEY GET BLINDSIDED BY TWO MASKED MEN!
MMC immediately goes to grab Lane, but BETAMAX GRABS HIM BY THE ARM, PULLING HIM IN!
BUS DRIVER!!!!
Oh fuck.
It can’t be.
Lane and Betamax watch as the two masked men drag Newton and the Chief into the ring.
The masked men pull off their masks.
DAVID MANSON!
ELI FOREVER!
With a grin on his face, Mike Lane kicks Newton down while Betamax stands over the beatdown. He slowly pulls off his mask, blond hair falling out of it.
IT’S RED. RIVER. JACK!
HE PLAYED EVERYONE!
As his disciples beat down Errol Flint, the Chief, and their people, Red River Jack holds court.
“Everybody wants to fight over OSW, man.” He says as he lights up a cigarette. “When are you going to wake up?”
With their foes sufficiently bloodied and beaten, the disciples of Red River Jack stand by his side.
“You can fight over OSW all you want. Flint. Chief. Whoever else comes along. But there ain’t gonna be a winner, man.”
RRJ takes a drag off of his cig.
“The fight’s all there is.”
Elsewhere, Redmond Quinn and Luther Creed fight over Nightstick’s dead body.
“Only the fight.”
Elsewhere, Doc D’Ville watches the heroes of OSW step into the Toy Box, where a family of Fish siblings await them.
“Only OSW.”
And in the ring, Red River Jack has finally brought his Awakening.
“Forever.”
Cut.