GUN
RECORDED EARLIER
“You sure you want to do this, kid?”
[The hooded man nods.]“That’ll be three hundred,” [An unknown voice says.] “You got the cash?”
[He hands over the bills and in return, a gun is placed into the palm of his hand. He looks at it, sizing it up before quickly slotting it into the waistband of his jeans. He turns to walk away when the voice suddenly stops him.]“Freeze. Stop right there, kid. You’re under arrest.”
[He turns carefully.]“If I see your fuckin’ hand reach for that weapon, I’ll put you down, you hear me? It ain’t loaded, kid. I didn’t sell you a loaded weapon.”
[The cop approaches, handcuffs in one hand, weapon drawn in the other. As he does, the kid’s head slowly rises, revealing himself to the camera.] [Kane Doebern.]“Officer, please, I’m sorry,” [he pleads.] “My friend is being threatened, he’s going to get killed. He’s laid up in a hospital bed right now because some racist asshole damn near murdered him. I’m desperate.”
[The Cop spins him around, handcuffing him.]“Wait a minute, y-you approached me,” [Kane says.] “When this whole thing started, you approached me outside the Tap Room and told me if I needed a weapon, you’d get me one.”
[He doesn’t respond.]“You said you saw what happened. You said, you said…”
“Don’t hurt your head trying to figure it out, kid,” [The cop says.] “This is entrapment, pure and simple; you’re right. This won’t ever stand up in court and I know it.”
[Kane doesn’t understand. He looks over his shoulder until the cop turns him around, slamming him up against a wall.]“But I’ve got enough to take you in, process you and keep you locked up until you post bail. That’s all I need.”
[The cop grabs him, dragging him away towards his unmarked vehicle.]“Oh and I was told to tell you that Wolfgang sends his regards.”
[Cut.]DEAL UP
BACKSTAGE
“Oh Dante! Why are ya hidin’ your hand? I already know your cards.”
[There is silence, then a spotlight shines from above with no visible light source, the ray landing squarely on the magnificent Dante Xavier. The magician smirks, snapping his fingers so that another light illuminates his foe, Wild Karrde.]“I’m so glad you could make it, Karrde. I was worried you weren’t going to show up.”
[Karrde gives a slightly annoyed huff, clicking off his flashlight as he stares down Dante.]“I only showed ’cause I know that if I didn’t, you’d do something to this glorious lil building here, and I don’t want you backin’ out on our bet. In fact, you better have a damn good way to get us back to the Tap Room or I’ll end you right here.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t dare dismantle my precious auditorium. I simply wished for you to ante up what you’re supposedly paying me when I win.”
[Karrde chuckles grabbing something from the darkness, bringing it to the light to reveal a briefcase. He clicks it open, revealing hundred dollar bills neatly packed inside.]“There ya have it. Plenty a cash to make up for whatever lost profit a fraud like you comes up with.”
[Dante tries to step forward to examine it, but Karrde closes the case and keeps his distance.]“No way, boy. If you want another peak, you gotta win. And I ain’t even played my hand.”
“Well, then I guess I can’t push it, but I will make good on my end to make sure you get back to the Tap Room in time. Watch your step.”
[Karrde instinctively leaps forwards AS A PORTAL APPEARS BENEATH HIM! He lands on the other side but as he does Xavier STARTLES HIM WITH A SPARK OF FLAMES!] [Time seems to slow as Karrde falls back into the portal, one last word leaving his lips.]“Fuck.”
[The Gambler disappears into the portal which closes behind him. With a chuckle, Dante disappears into thin air.]“See you there, Wild Karrde.”
GAIA VS. HAPPY VS. GAMEBOY
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
CUT SCENE
RINGSIDE
“Throw me a mic!”
[It’s Happy. He moves to the side of the ring, reaching between the ropes with his hand outstretched. Gaia and Gameboy showing some confusion as Happy is handed a microphone and makes his way back between them. Looking first to one of them in particular.]“Gaia, I really appreciate what you have offered to do for me and I would really like to take you up on the offer.”
[Gaia shows a hint of a smile before Happy turns to Gameboy and as he begins to speak, the smile quickly dissipates.]“And Gameboy, I appreciate you too. I really don’t understand where you’re coming from but I feel like there is something I could learn from a guy like you.”
[Now it’s Gameboy that gives off a short-lived grin as Happy takes a step backwards.]“But mostly… I hope we can all just learn to accept each other. I came here because professional wrestling makes me the happiest man on Earth and I think the three of us could make a really good group of friends if we can all just figure out a way to look on the bright side.”
[Gameboy cups his face in his palm before stepping forward…]“Look buddy, I admire your outlook but her?” [Game-O says as he points in Gaia’s direction] “It’s just not gonna work. As far as Player One is concerned, it’s Game Over for the three of us. I’m moving on to the next level!”
[Player One sympathetically shrugs as he slaps Happy on the shoulder and bails out of the ring, making his exit; leaving Happy with an angry Gaia.]“Happy” [Mother Earth scolds.] “I offered you protection that nobody else could and you repay me by allowing the likes of Gameboy to pull us apart. You have no idea what it’s like to survive in this unnatural world, but you’ll have to learn… alone. I will wait until you have been broken and then Nature will reclaim what is hers!”
[Gaia turns away from Happy with disgust, her too exiting the ring. Happy watches, alone, as she distances herself; his facial expression showing that the Happiest Man On Earth isn’t the most happy now.] [Cut.]THE TESTING CHAMBER
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve invited you here…”
“No. You didn’t invite me here. I tracked you to here by scanning your plates and using the police to get your address. Your destruction ends here, Vein.”
[Dr. Mindfuck grins at this as his head shakes a bit. It seems he’s really enjoying this.]“Vein? Was that the name that that dear old cop gave you at the precinct? How cute. You see, you didn’t find me on your own. There was no way. That license plate was nothing more than a deterrent just as the explosion at the bank was. That cop that you found no compliant with your demands… wasn’t exactly herself. Were you, Officer Martinez?”
[He turns as a woman steps out from the shadows of the room. Officer Martinez. She staggers forward as her face is expressionless. Here eyes seem to stare through Kirby as she does. Dr. Mindfuck grins and runs his finger along her shoulder.]“Ahhhh. Yes. You won’t find my information in any police database. You won’t find any trace of me. You wanted to find me, and honestly… I wanted to meet the hero who figured out the real experiment was going on in the hospital. After all, it’s the only way to get the chemicals to build certain things…”
[Dr. Mindfuck grins as Bill Kirby suddenly feels a bit of dread washing over his body.]“…such as Overestimation.”
[Bill Kirby suddenly freezes. His arms… immobile. His legs… frozen in place. He tries to scream, but he finds his vocal chords unable to function. His eyes becoming vacant… expressionless, yet he sees and feels everything. The rash, seemingly from the blue ink, returns in a moment’s time.]“I once Overestimated a pair of bullies. I felt that they would put up more of a fight, yet, once I dumped a bucket full of sulfuric acid on their faces, they proved to just scream like the little girls they were. No offense, Officer Martinez.”
[The vacant expression of Martinez doesn’t even twitch.]“SO… I vowed that anyone stupid enough to cross me would learn that I overestimate everyone… every pathetic little hero who thinks they can stop me.”
[Dr. Mindfuck walks over to a grand computer, hits a few buttons, as the electric field of a floor begins to change as a ring begins to form around them. Yet the floor outside of the ring begins to charge as if electricity is flowing through it. Officer Martinez retreats onto a higher level as Dr. Mindfuck gives her a smile.]“Remember, he only gets five minutes. Once that time is up, we’ll have all of the information we need. Then you can take this sack of shit and drop him off.”
[Officer Martinez nods as Dr. Mindfuck turns his attention back to Bill Kirby, still frozen in place.]“Overestimation.”
[Kirby can move his body again, but he seizes this opportunity and lunges forward as he spears Mindfuck to the floor and places a knee on his throat.]“I won’t need five minutes for you, villain.”
BILL KIRBY VS. DR. MINDFUCK
SINGLES MATCH
“…Overestimation.”
[Bill Kirby’s body freezes up as he falls to the floor as Officer Martinez grabs his arm and begins dragging him away. Dr. Mindfuck gets to his feet before he gives a little wave with a smirk.]“We got what we needed. Take him back to where he belongs… in a gutter.”
[Kirby’s eyes are glossed over as he’s being dragged away before finding himself in an alleyway in the streets of Miami.]FRIENDS TILL THE END?
RECORDED EARLIER
“Major Tom, we need a word with you!”
[This stops his floating immediately as he turns to face the voice’s source, Oscar Vogel. At his side is Skeletor, shaking his head as they approach the Cosmonaut.]“I don’t understand, Tom. I thought we were friends! Why are we even fighting?”
[Major Tom takes a knee to look his new friend square in the face.]“We? Oh, my little buddy, my fight isn’t with you…”
[He points at Oscar, whose frown grows into almost a glare.]“…it’s with him. You and I are friends till the end, like two peas in a pod…but he’s not like us, is he? He’s different.”
[Oscar chimes in, his voice a little more harsh than usual.]“Now hold on one second, T—“
[The Cosmonaut rises to his feet, staring deep into the eyes of the Puppet Man.]“That’s Major Tom to you, Oscar. I can respect a need for friendship, but I will play these games no longer. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe, Oscar, moments of time…lost like tears in the rain. There will be no tears from me on this night, Oscar.”
[Tom focuses his attention back on Skeletor, whose head hangs in shame.]“Besides, I’d hate to break the little guy’s heart by proving I could be a better friend than you’ll ever be.”
[He kneels once more, lifting Skeletor’s head.]“Don’t feel so down, little buddy. Even the best of friends fight sometimes, that’s just the way life happens. I’m sure we can all move on from this and be the best of friends!”
[Back on his feet, Tom gives another cold stare at Vogel before walking off to leave the Puppet Man looking even more worried at what’s about to happen.] [Cut.]OSCAR VOGEL VS. THE LOST COSMONAUT
SINGLES MATCH
THE BOGAN
BACKSTAGE
“You bastard!”
[Dakota Faye pushes her way through the curtain, angrily eyeballing Novan, who hides it away frantically.]“That is mine, Novan. Give it back.”
[The Historium vanishes behind Novan’s robe, the glow gone.]“I told you…”
“No, you didn’t tell me anything.”
[Novan seems to return to normal.]“You’re right, Dakota. I didn’t. The wound is still too great to discuss fully. But you must believe me when I say that the Historium contains great evil. Balance is what I strive for, but on both sides of it there stands great evil. The Bogan is a terrifying power that has corrupted many. Including one person very close to my heart. In fact, he is the last person I had seen holding the Historium before it suddenly appeared in your hand.”
[Faye nods, trying to show some sympathy but failing.]“So instead of telling me that, you lure me up to the roof and try to kill me?”
[Novan snorts.]“No, Dakota. The Historium caused the explosion. I merely was able to resist it better than you. I’ve been trained for such matters, and you have not.”
[Dakota’s lip curls.]“After I beat your ass in the ring, I’m taking the cube. Right after you tell me what the hell the letters on it mean. Was E. F the person close to you?”
[Novan seems to shrink further as his eyes now show their usual vibrancy. Yet they also display determination.]”This does not have the easy answer you desire. Some powers in this universe are far beyond the scope of human eyes. I will say no more about the Historium. If you wish to possess it, you will have to do so by force, but I warn you that it would be a poisoned treasure.”
[Faye grins and nods to the curtain leading to the ring.]”Let’s do it, old man. Treasure is all you had to say. I’ll decide if it’s poison or not.”
[Novan nods, shaking his head, as he goes through the curtain to defend his possession.] [Faye soon follows as neither realize the pebble they dropped may soon cause a flood.] [Cut.]DAKOTA FAYE VS. JACEN NOVAN
SINGLES MATCH
THE DEAL IV
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“‘Chu got me up here for, man? ‘s’freezin yo!” [howls Washington, not daring step closer.]
“When we first met,” [bellows back Luke,] “I was a sick man. And you took advantage of that. You took advantage of a man of the very brink of self destruction.”
“You presented yourself as a friend. But you’re no mate of mine. You are a wolf in sheep skin. You are a user, and an abuser.”
“What’chu gettin’ at foo’?”
“What I’m getting at is the turning of the tide. Because now I hold the cards. Because now you are the sick man. Because now it’s my turn to hurt you!”
“GIVE ME MY MONEY!” [Washington screams, pulling a gun from his waistband and aiming it at Luke.] [Cool as a cucumber, Luke takes a step back, dangling the briefcase over the buildings edge.]
“Ah, ah, ah…” [Cole waggles his finger.] “Wouldn’t want me dropping this now, would ya?”
“What do you want, man? Just give me my money. You don’t need’ta work for me no mo’.” [Washington barters.]
“It isn’t freedom I seek, Nathaniel. Freedom I already possess.”
“So what, then? What, man?”
“All I want is to see the look on your face…”
[Click.] [The briefcase drops open and from it stacks and stacks of bills. The howling wind atop the high rise whips the money around in the air, here and there, it spreads and flaps and falls. Washington charges to the lip of the building, watching as the cash is spread around the city below.] [He turns, looking over his shoulder at Luke Cole, who laughs.]“You son of a..!”
LUKE COLE VS. NATE WASHINGTON
SINGLES MATCH
“Let go, Nate…”
[BAM! Cole punches the fingertips of Washington!]“Let…”
[BAM! NATE IS DOWN TO ONE HAND!]“GO!”
[Cole raises his hands high in the air, AXE HANDLE SMAAAA–NO! Washington heaves himself over the wall, back onto the rooftop and Cole smashes his hands into the concrete of the ledge!] [Cole waves his hand in pain and is dragged to the floor with a heel trip from Washington. Nate hops onto the back of Cole and Cole gets up on to all fours.] [BAM! A shot across the front of the face! And another! REAR NAKED CHOKE!] [The two roll around on the rooftop, Cole struggling for breath.] [Somehow Cole gets to his feet. He charges across the rooftop towards an aviary filled with pigeons! He leaps, sending himself and Washington flying through the chicken mesh and wood. The aviary splinters under the weight of the two men and pigeons flap frantically as the men collapse on top of one another amongst the seed, newspaper and bird shit.] [Cole crawls from the rubble to his feet. He heads for the door. Washington stands. He has choice words for Cole.]“You owe me money. I’m gonna make you… my bitch!”
[Cole charges at Nate. Nate sidesteps, TAKEOVER! A bookend to Luke Cole!] [Both men are down. Exhausted.] [Each of them drag themselves back to their feet and they stand, panting, glaring at one another.] [Washington spits on the floor. Pure blood.]“I fucking hate you, man.”
“I fucking hate you… Man.” [Cole replies.] [The two head towards each other and begin exchanging blows. Cole ducks! He takes Washington around the waist. He grabs a wrist and spins him out and away from him before dragging him back with a short-arm Irish whip. DUCKED! Cole turns but is scooped up. A REAL BACKBREAKER! Cole raises Cole up and slams him down into a vicious backbreaker, tossing him down to the ground.] [Nate Washington gets to his feet and leaves the rooftop, closing the door behind him.]
HOPELESSLY DEVOTED
BACKSTAGE
“Did you do what I asked?”
[The follower bows, nodding. When he rises, he meets Eli’s eyes. The Heir Eternal smiles once more.]“Good, very good. If Shadow believes that you are able to be swayed, he will be weaker. Those that oppose our message do not understand, he will reveal his true colours and you will see that the word I speak is truth.”
[The follower produces the small onyx angel and gives it to Eli.]“The talisman, a calling card of sorts. Obviously intended to be a reminder that there is ‘another way’, as outsiders would put it. Clever. The more one looks at it, the more curious one would become. I’m glad that you have remained loyal to me.”
[Eli tosses the statuette against the wall, breaking the sings of the statue almost symbolically. He looks at his follower with a gaze that is both charming and unsettling simultaneously – as if looking into the very soul, determining the follower’s heart. Sensing the look and to fill the silence, the follower coughs softly and gingerly speaks.]“I am devoted to you.”
[A voice sounds from above, the source of which is unidentified.]“Hopelessly devoted if you ask me.”
[Suddenly, Shadow is there, descending from above and landing on the ground in front of the men.]“A secret meeting have we? And here when I thought that one of your lemmings had grown half a brain, it turns out you were simply using him to get to me.”
[His words, directed at Eli, fall upon silence in return. The follower looks to the ground shyly, like a small child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Eli looks undeterred by Shadow’s presence, yet his eyes hold back stronger feelings.]“I did offer your congregation another way, to turn from the lies and the filth that you serve. But if you have their brains in the palm of your hand, well, then they will just have to go down with the proverbial ship. They will suffer the same fate.”
[Eli smiles at Shadow’s sentiment.]“Child… You know not the powers that you deal with. You still have time to turn. If not to me, then turn and run.”
[Shadow does turn, his shoulder away from Eli as he backs away slightly.]“The fate of your congregation rests on your shoulders Eli. I would love nothing better than to watch as it is squashed before your eyes. All will be revealed. Devotions… Lies… The truth. Watch over your shoulder Eli. Your words come crumbling down inside that ring tonight.”
[With that, Shadow is gone, leaving Eli Forever and his hopelessly devoted follower standing together exchanging uncomfortable glances.]CHIP MONTANA VS. MICHAEL GRAVES
SINGLES MATCH
“Oi, get back in ‘ere y’bloody wuss!” [Montana yells from the ring, raising his fists ready to fight.] [Graves hops back up on the apron, looking across at Montana. Montana still has his fists in front of his face. He waves Graves in to the ring. Slowly Graves steps through the ropes. He slowly walks to the center of the ring.] [POKE!] [Montana pokes the eye of Graves, who stumbles back against the ropes but fires straight back. BIG BOOT! Montana splats against the mat, his limbs flapping loosely as they go limp!] [PIN!] [ONE!]
TWOOOOOO!] [THHHH–] [NO! KICK OUT!] [Graves walks around the ring, waiting for Montana to get to his fee–GAH!] [Pigskin slides under the bottom rope and now HE is grabbing at the ankle of Michael Graves! Graves pulls his foot out of Pigskins grasp. CURB STOMP! He stomps Pigskin’s head hard, and he goes limp, falling from the ring unconscious!] [SEE YA LATER, ALLIGATOR! Backstabber from Montana. STRAIGHT INTO THE IGUANA SLEEPER! A modified Dragon Sleeper!
[GRAVES TAPS OUT!] [Chip picks up the win here but as he celebrates he notices something isn’t quite right. Hang on… Is that Kevin being carried from the arena by a group of Druids?]CHASE MUSIC PLAYS
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Get’m Pigskin!” [Chip yells.] [Pigskin charges from behind the boulder, a chain leash dangling from his neck, his teeth and gums bore for all to see. He clears the altar with one bound and tackles Graves to the ground, clawing at his face with his yellowed and overgrown nails. Biting at the throat of Graves!] [BAM!] [From behind, TJ Laws, Big Bruce! The pair assault Pigskin, Bruce hammering him with clubbing blows, Laws kicking and stomping at him. Pigskin fights his way to his feet, shoving Laws away! Pigskin and Bruce exchange shots — LOW BLOW! Michael Graves from behind has regained his composure and uses the dagger to hit Pigskin with a low blow! Blood gushes from a wound and Pigskin is tossed to one side by Big Bruce.] [It is only now, as the dust settles, that Graves notices an important omission from his altar. Kevin is being carried out of the cave, slung over Chip Montana’s shoulder! Graves looks across the cave just in time to see Montana escaping.]
“Laterrrrrr!” [Montana yells, sticking two fingers in the air as he exits at the cave mouth.]
TROY SOLVEIG VS. KASABIAN
SINGLES MATCH
FRELSI
RINGSIDE
“What are you waiting for, my boy? You know what have to do. Go get that man, and bring him to me…bring him home.”
[Kasabian nods in response, charging at Troy at full speed…only for Troy to sidestep the slave, letting his momentum send him straight into the ring post! Kasabian is down as Solveig turns his attention to Griffin with a cold glare, grabbing his hammer. Lightning flickers from the hammer, much to the fright of Walters who backs away from the ring as Troy points the hammer at Kasabian.]“You have imprisoned this man and kept him as your property. This man is a warrior, and you have treated him as though he was an animal. You have chosen the path of Loki, using your words and influence to twist the minds of those who would listen.”
[Troy now points the glowing hammer at Walters, who is literally quaking in his expensive suit at the sight of the sparks flying off the weapon.]“The gods do not look kindly upon this, and I have been chosen to pour their wrath out upon you. They have given me this hammer, Lævateinn, to enact the fair and appropriate punishment for your transgressions.”
[The lightning flickers a bit brighter, and we can hear the cackling of electricity as Troy exits the ring. Walters backs away faster, scared out of his wits as Troy gets closer and closer…until Kasabian tackles him to the ground from behind! The hammer slowly fades to a normal hue as it falls down next to the Vǫlsungr, as Kasabian gets back to his feet. He looks at Walters with a nod and a bow as his Lord smiles, relieved he’s safe from danger…for now.] [Cut.]WILD KARRDE VS. DANTE XAVIER
SINGLES MATCH
RESCUING AN OLD FRIEND
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“What’s wrong with you, old friend?”
[The Broadsword doesn’t answer at first.]“You can feel his power, can you not?” [Berengar says, running his hand up and down the sword.] “It’s tainted you, hasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
[Berengar lowers his head, deeply upset.]“I know how to restore you, Vigilkeeper. I know how to stop this menace from warping your loyalties.”
“How?” [Vigilkeeper responds sorrowfully.] “How can you stop him? He’s too powerful, Berengar. He’s the devourer of worlds. He’s the destroyer and when he’s finished with Earth, it’ll be but a husk like all the others. He’s becoming a God.”
[The Knight scrunches up his face.]“He’s not,” [Berengar says powerfully.] “I’m making a vow to you, old friend; I will defeat Darkstar at Invasion and show you that he’s not the end of this planet. When I beat him, you will be cleansed of this impurity; I know it. You just need to see that the end isn’t nigh.”
[Berengar picks up his trusty sword and looks at with a smile.]“But you can’t follow me into this battle; I must go it alone.”
[The Broadsword doesn’t respond.]“I shall return.”
[Cut.]SHADOW VS. ELI FOREVER
SINGLES MATCH
BREAKTHROUGH
BACKSTAGE
“We have a hit, Informer.”
[He stands up.] “Where? Who?”“The Historium has ties to EF; there is an inscription on the device.”
[The Informer tilts his head in confusion.]“The Historium?”
“Yes. An ancient artefact belonging to Jacen Novan and The Order. I have very little information on it but what I do know is that Dakota Faye discovered it and that it has great power. She and Novan fought for its possession tonight.”
[He takes out his notepad.] “Who won?”“Jacen Novan.”
[He scribbles that down.]“Alright, then I guess we finally have a lead, Vanguard. I’ll investigate immediately and keep you updated.”
“Be warned, Jacen Novan does not want this device to end up in the wrong hands. He will not give you information willingly. You may have to resort to other methods.”
[The Informer heads towards the door with a nod.]“Don’t worry, nothing’s going to stand between me and this story. Something huge is coming to Old School Wrestling and I need to find out what. Whatever their plans are, the Historium somehow connects to it and we need answers. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
[Cut.]BERENGAR VS. DARKSTAR
SINGLES MATCH
Two men with incredible power face off tonight with one goal, to hold the vorpal blade known as Vigilkeeper. Can Berenger regain his trusty sword or will Darkstar succeed in corrupting it with absolute power?] [The bell rings as Darkstar rushes forward, surprising Berenger with a stiff knee to the jaw, staggering back the Knight before a massive Lariat nearly turns him inside out. Berenger staggers up to his feet right into a flurry of hard lefts and rights from the Conqueror before he’s gripped around the back of the head and tossed over the ropes to the floor below. Darkstar quickly follows, lifting Berenger up by the back of his head before biel tossing him hard into the steps before backing up] [BIG BOOT! DARKSTAR JUST SANDWICHED BERENGER’S HEAD INTO THE STEEL STEPS!] [A sickening smile crosses the conquerer’s face as he pulls the limp Berenger up to his feet before rolling him into the ring and dropping down for the cover] [ONE…] [TWO…] [BERENGER GETS A SHOULDER UP!] [Darkstar pulls the Knight up to his feet, drilling him with a series of hard knees to the gut before tossing him across the ring with a Belly to Belly StarPlex. Berenger slowly rises to his feet as Darkstar rushes forward, but the Knight manages to duck under another Lariat before spinning the Conquerer around, DDT! Darkstar gets spiked into the mat as Berenger begins firing himself up, lifting up the Conquerer as he drills him with a series of lefts and rights before lifting him up off the mat and slamming him down with a mammoth scoop slam.] [Berenger barely lets him fall before lifting Darkstar up to his feet, trying for a German Suplex but Darkstar lands on his feet as he waits for the Knight to turn around before driving a knee into his gut and lifting him up onto his shoulders] [SUPERNOVA!] [Berenger gets spiked into the mat by a massive Death Valley Driver but Darkstar doesn’t cover, wanting the Knight to suffer more as he heads up to the top rope, possibly going for that impossibly athletic Nova Star Press but before he can dive off, Berenger grabs onto the ropes, crotching Darkstar on top!] [Berenger slowly climbs up, looking for a suplex but Darkstar fights out of the Knight’s grip, landing a massive headbutt that leaves Berenger out on his feet before he’s lifted up high…] [AVALANCHE BLACK HOLE BOMB! The ring nearly caves in from impact as Darkstar flops over for the cover] [ONE…] [TWO…]
THR…BERENGER JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!] [Both men slowly get up to their feet, exchanging heavy lefts and rights in an exchange that Berenger just gets the better of as he delivers a massive kick to the sternum that staggers Darkstar but a Lariat attempt is ducked under as Berenger bounces off the ropes, right into] [WORLD’S COLLIDE!] [That massive headbutt stops Berenger cold as Darkstar calls for the end, pulling Berenger up as he sets up for the DSD but before he can lift Berenger up, he’s backdropped out to the canvas below before a massive Lariat turns him inside out but Berenger doesn’t let him fall, spinning him around before locking in the DESTINY MAW! Darkstar struggles under the power of the massive sleeper hold but Berenger’s strength is too much as he slowly begins to fade, the Conqueror going limp as Berenger lets go of the hold, tossing Darkstar up in the air] [VANQUISHER! The powerbomb nearly drives Darkstar through the mat as Berenger rolls down for the pinfall] [ONE…] [TWO…] [THREE!!!] [Berenger does it here tonight, weathering the storm of Darkstar’s power as he puts down evil here tonight and regains control over Vigilkeeper]
LOVE AT LAST SIGHT
BACKSTAGE
“Looking for ME, Brent?”
[Kersh stops in his tracks, pivoting on his heel to stare straight down the hall he just walked down. Standing there, cradling his title? Isaac Danvers. Kersh is stoic, seemingly undisturbed as he stares the doctor down.]“You know, after all this time, you’d think I’ve gotten used to looking over my shoulder.”
[Danvers pauses before sighing.]“And I would expect you to CARE more about your LOVED ones.”
[Kersh’s eyes go wide, the Enforcer balls his fists as he gets ready to charge. However, Danvers holds up a hand.]“Now now. I didn’t touch your family, not the LIVING ones anyway.”
[Before Kersh can respond, Danvers turns, walking down the hallway. Kersh gives chase, Danvers all but disappearing on him as he rounds corners, following the sound of footsteps before eventually hitting a dead end.] [With a coffin laying on the floor.]“No. No no no.”
[Kersh runs up to the coffin, looking around for a sign of Danvers, only hearing a voice for his troubles.]“OPEN the coffin, Brent. It is IMPERATIVE to my research that you do.”
[Kersh, hands shaking, slowly opens the lid of the coffin. Beneath the top, skin grayed, decaying, lies the corpse of Trevor Kersh, still dressed in its funeral suit.]“Trevor…”
[Tears well up in Kersh’s eyes as he places a hand on his son’s chest. He trembles a bit, shocked to see his son like this. As he silently weeps, the sound of pencil on paper is heard.]“I see, even after death, LOVE can still be felt for something. I shall keep track of the developments.”
[The sound of writing slowly goes silent, the scene fading out as Kersh looks down inside of his son’s coffin.]REDMOND QUINN VS. WOLFGANG
SINGLES MATCH
“Get on your knees.”
[Reluctantly, Quinn does as he’s told.] [The bell sounds and Wolfgang kicks him square in the jaw. Redmond hits the deck but the onslaught begins immediately. The Superior starts stomping on him; his fingers, his hands, his arms, chest and head. He violently pulls him back to his feet, nailing him with an uppercut that sends him back into the corner. Wolfgang doesn’t hesitate before following in with powerful shoulder barges, taking all the air out of his opponent.] [He steps back, slapping him around the face for good measure.] [Redmond has no choice but to take this.] [He has to; for Kane Doeburn’s sake. As far as he knows, Kane is imprisoned by Wolfgang.] [The Superior pulls him from the corner and into a massive Powerslam, driving him into the canvas. He quickly mounts him, pummelling away with right and left hands. Every shot seems harder than the next, slamming Redmond Quinn’s head into the canvas. How much more of this can he take?] [Wolfgang once again pulls him to his feet, parading him around the ring to his own amusement. The fans hate this and show their displeasure, booing as the Nazi scoffs and laughs at Redmond who can barely stand.] [He kicks him low, dropping him to his knees.] [Wolfgang off the ropes.] [BIG BOOT TO THE FACE.] [He wanted to make an example of the teacher and he’s doing that; he’s showing the world how much of an asshole he is and he loves it. Quinn though, to his credit, refuses to quit. He crawls to the ropes, using them to help himself back to his feet.] [That just pisses Wolfgang off.] [The Nazi runs at him, Clotheslining him over the top rope to the wooden floor. He follows, grabbing Quinn by the head and bouncing it off the ring apron; then the ring post and finally, the barricade.] [Quinn can barely stand as Wolfgang picks him up and drops him chest first across the barrier for good measure.] [He rolls him back into the ring and follows.]“Look at him,” [He spews.] “Look at this piece of scheisse!”
[Wolfgang kicks him hard in the stomach, rolling him over once more.]“Do you truly believe we’re equals?”
[He drops down, punching him violently on the nose.]“Do you think we’re the same?”
[Another punch.]“We’re not the same! This filthy ape doesn’t deserve to share my oxygen!”
[Wolfgang drags him back to his feet and throws him into the ropes.]“Look at him!”
[He showboats some more, raising his arms into the air. Quinn stumbles back towards him and DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE!] [HE DUCKED IT!] [ROLL UP!] [QUINN ROLLS HIM UP!] [ONE!] [TWO!] [THREE!] [WHAT THE FUCK!?] [Redmond Quinn just… he just rolled up Wolfgang out of no-where! What a victory for the teacher!]SECOND CHANCES
RINGSIDE
“No!” [Quinn yells.] “Please, don’t.”
[Kane looks at him.] “I’m going to end this. I’m going to finish what he started.” [Redmond approaches, holding his midsection. He reaches up for the chair, asking for it.]“Please, give it to me. You can’t do this. I didn’t bail you out because I wanted you to kill him; I bailed you out because you didn’t deserve to be there. I took this beating for as long as I could, hoping you were safe. If you murder him tonight then you’re no better than he is and I would’ve made a mistake. That isn’t the right thing to do.”
[He thinks about it.]“If we don’t finish this, it isn’t over; it’ll never be over.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance, kid.”
[Kane reluctantly lowers the chair, handing it to Quinn who smiles, nodding with approval. He falls into him, barely able to stand. Together, they leave Wolfgang laying on the canvas, unconscious.] [Cut.]ISAAC DANVERS © VS. BRENT KERSH
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
]Danvers staggers up to his feet, shaking his head as he pulls the hurt Kersh up before driving him back first into the barricade before he’s lifted up high and slammed down hard onto the concrete once more. Kersh yells out in pain before being pulled up by the scruff of his neck and tossed back into the ring.] [The Enforcer slowly rises to his feet as Danvers rushes forward, nearly taking his head off with a massive Big Boot. Kersh looks out cold as Danvers drops down for the pinfall] [ONE…] [TWO…] [KERSH GETS THE SHOULDER UP!] [Danvers pulls Kersh up to his feet who begins fighting back with lefts and rights but a simple knee to the gut takes all the wind out of Kersh as Danvers lifts him up high by the throat] [LOCKING IN THE BLACK DEATH!] [Kersh struggles under the choke, Danvers lifting him up as he tries to squeeze the life out of the Enforcer. Kersh is slowly fading away, a sole tear running down his face as he utters an inhuman roar, swinging back as he drills Danvers in the gut with a pair of knees. That loosens the grip just slightly as Kersh is able to grab Danvers by the head, driving him down with a desperation DDT!] [Danvers slowly gets up to his feet as Kersh tries to regain his breath, Danvers rushes forward with a Lariat attempt but The Enforcer ducks under, drilling Danvers with a vicious Chop Block. Danvers staggers, but doesn’t go down as Kersh bounces off the ropes, landing a hard low dropkick to the back of the knee, sending the Plague Doctor crashing to the mat. Kersh quickly jumps on the fallen Danvers, laying in kicks to the bad knee before wrapping it up in a leglock as he bends it back as far as he can] [Danvers powers out of the leg hold bowling Kersh over with his strength but Kersh rolls to his feet, leaping up as he lands his full body weight on the bad knee of Danvers who grimices in pain before Kersh calls for the end] [AS HE LOCKS IN THE LONE STAR!] [Danvers is trapped in the middle of the ring as Kersh pulls back with all his strength, trying to force Danvers to feel as much pain as possible. Danvers tries to pull himself to the ropes but the Enforcer is like dead weight as he digs his heels into the mat. Danvers manages to slowly turn around, reversing the pressure as Kersh begins to scream from pain but the Enforcer reaches back, grabbing the ropes as he manages to flip Danvers over again, continuing to hold onto the ropes as he increases the pressure!] [The referee begins counting Kersh down as he continues to hold onto the ropes] [ONE…] [TWO…] [THREE…] [FOUR…] [Kersh finally lets go of the hold but the damage is done as Danvers look’s like he can barely stand. Kersh could easily finish this but he wants to destroy Danvers as he hoists him high up into the air] [SOUTHERN…THE CURE! Danvers slips out, hitting that massive elbow out of nowhere as Danvers collapses onto Kersh] [ONE…] [TWO…] [THRE…FOOT ON THE ROPE!] [Both men slowly get to their feet as Danvers tries for another Elbow but Kersh ducks under, ENFORCER SPINEBUSTER! Danvers hits the canvas hard as Kersh immedately drops down, locking in another Lone Star! Danvers tries to fight through the pain but his knee is broken at this point as he’s forced to tap out! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!] [The Enforcer does it, his rage going through the monsterous Isaac Danvers as he not only overcomes the Plague Doctor’s mind games but becomes the new Rewind Champion in the process]
REDWING: THE BECOMING
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“I’ve failed you,” [he says sadly.] “I’m just not enough. I defeated Mindfuck in his lair but I was unable to stop him.”
[He lowers his head in shame.]“I’ve tried so hard to be the hero, to fight for justice, for purity, for right and wrong. I’ve given everything I’ve got and yet the villains of this world still thrive in the shadows.”
[Bill puts the photograph down on the desk and turns around, walking towards a glass cabinet. Inside is a collector’s item; a full black Batman mask. He does the unthinkable and takes it from the cabinet, slowly putting it over his head until it fits perfectly.]“Bill Kirby isn’t enough.”
[His voice deepens.]“He can’t save this city; he can’t help its citizens.”
[Again, his head lowers.]“To save the world from evil, I have to become something else.”
[He closes the cabinet.]“Someone else.”
[Cut.]THE GUARDIANS © VS. THE GENTLEMEN DUO
TAG TEAM MATCH, LADDER MATCH
INFERNO
BACKSTAGE
“Oh Mr. Newton, I see that these fine people here at OSW have prepared this battlefield for war!”
[Chambers runs his hand along the device that will soon spring flames up around the ring.]“Since you decided to desecrate the house of the Lord, I’ve had plenty of time to think as I labored to clean it up. So please, Mr. Newton, I feel that I’ve solved a riddle, so join me.”
[“Lay Down” by Priestess hits the speakers, and the OSW World Champion appears at the end of the aisle, the gold gleaming from his title. His eyes flash with the question of what game Chambers is playing.]“It was at my lowest point, Edward, that I found the truth. Ain’t that how it always goes? You see, I saw a candle, and when you look at a candle, it’s like a riddle in way. What makes something willing to burn itself to ashes so that others can see?”
[Newton makes his way down to the ring while Chambers smiles real big.]“The riddle isn’t about the candle though, my brother. No, it’s about flame itself. People ignore the flame, no matter how much pain its in, so that they can see what they’re really looking for. My congregation, they looked past me to see the God they wanted to give them the world. And you, you’re no better.”
[Now both in the ring, Edward Newton and D’Von Chambers face one another.]“You keep looking past me, don’t you? Your eyes are on the Shop Keeper, not the Reverend. The only problem there, Edward, is that the flame will still burn you.”
[The official takes the world title and holds it up for all to see.]“And so will I.”
[This match is on! Who will be Champion going into Ring of Dreams?]EDWARD NEWTON © VS. D’VON CHAMBERS
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
{D’VON LETS NEWTON TEND TO HIS ARM AS HE LOOKS UNDER THE RING!] [HE’S FOUND WHAT HE WAS LOOKING FOR!] [A LARGE STAINED-GLASS WINDOW FROM HIS OLD CHURCH!] [HE SETS IT UP USING THE APRON AND BARRICADE AS SUPPORT!] [He starts marching towards Newton! Newton with a drop toe hold! D’von’s throat hits the top of the barricade! Newton pulls himself on top of the barricade as well! He jumps! Knee drop to the back of the head! D’von took all of that shot! D’von slumps to the floor while Newton is in the audience! Newton hops over the rail and comes in with a double foot stomp to D’von! Both men are going all out here! Newton grabs the lighter again! He tries to light it! It’s broken! D’von says, “God works in mysterious ways”. D’von with a righteous uppercut to Newton!] [NEWTON IS FLOORED!] [D’VON HOISTS HIM UP HIGHER THAN HIS SHOULDERS!] [PASTORAL’S PLUNGE THROUGH THE WINDOW!] [THAT RAZOR’S EDGE SHATTERED THE GLASS!] [NEWTON IS CUT UP AND BLEEDING EVERYWHERE!] [D’VON FINALLY WALKS INTO THE RING!] [HE SHOUTS, “COME UP HERE BOY, LET’S FINISH THIS!”] [NEWTON LOOKS UNDER THE RING AND FINDS AN EXTINGUISHER!] [HE SETS IT OFF! EXTINGUISHING FLUID TO THE ROPES!] [IT ALSO COVERS D’VON!] [D’von is temporarily blinded and Newton levels him with the extinguisher! Newton starts choking out D’von with the hose of the extinguisher! Newton starts dragging him to the ropes this way! D’von is trying to fight this off any way he can! He takes off his glasses and smashes them against the canvas! Shards are on the floor now! D’von grabs the largest one and he slices Newton’s hand with the glass! Newton instantly lets go! Newton is clutching his hand as D’von pulls himself up and levels Newton with a big boot! The champ is down as D’von starts dragging him to the fire!] [D’VON HAS HIM CLOSE TO THE FLAMES!] [NEWTON’S HAIR IS AN INCH FROM THE FIRE! IS THIS IT?] […] […] […] [NEWTON WITH ANOTHER LOW BLOW!] [D’VON IS FALLING BUT NOT BEFORE NEWTON GRABS HIS HEAD!] [NEVERMIND DDT!] [Newton is not done as he walks back outside through the extinguished ropes! He grabs a table from under the ring! What? He has another lighter?! He sets the table on fire! He’s not done! He has a flask of gasoline! He pours it on the table and the fire is raging! He smirks and walks back to D’von! He is ending this! With difficulty, he pulls D’von up! D’von bats the hand away and surprises Newton with a cutter! Newton got planted! D’von pulls him up and sets Newton on the top rope! He walks up to the top rope with Newton and points at the table!] [WHAT DOES D’VON HAVE IN MIND?] [HE CLUTCHES NEWTON BY THE HEAD TIGHTLY!] [HE FALLS BACKWARD!] [FLATLINER THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!] [WHAT A CRASH AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!] [THE SMELL OF BURNING HAIR FILLS THE TAP ROOM!] [IT’S OVER FOR SURE! WHO IS BURNING?] [THEY FINALLY ROLL OFF EACH OTHER!] […] […] […] [HOLY SHIT! NEWTON’S HAIR IS ABLAZE!] [HE’S DONE IT! D’VON HAS BROKEN THE STREAK!] [MY GOD! D’VON HAS BROKEN THE STREAK AND IS YOUR NEW CHAMPION!] [NO!] [NEWTON GRABS AT HIS HAIR! IT WAS A WIG!] [HE PULLS OUT YET ANOTHER LIGHTER AND LIGHTS D’VON’S HAIR FROM BEHIND!] [D’VON’S HAIR SMOLDERS IN AN INSTANT!] [NEWTON IS STILL CHAMPION!] [What brilliance shown by Newton to keep his title! D’von gave it his all and he still fall short! When will this streak end?]
ANSWER THE CALL
BACKSTAGE
“You have been chosen.”
[A deep voice greets them, but we don’t see who it belongs to.]“The Guardians of The Last Watch are not failures,” [The voice reminds them.] “You’re heroes. Don’t forget that.”
“Who are you?” [El Trébol asks, standing up.] “What do you want from us?”
[Spero joins him on his feet.]“I want you to accept your calling. I want you to be vindicated.”
[They look at each other in confusion.] [Trébol shakes his head.]“What calling? I’ve had my fill of callings, man. I’ve lost many friends to what I’ve had to do. I’ve spilt blood, had mine spilt and I’ve literally been to hell and back.”
[The voice doesn’t stutter or stammer.] “Yet you’re still standing. You were built for a purpose, El Trébol Junior. You were destined to be a hero and your destiny has not yet been fulfilled.” [Spero scoffs.]“What do you know of destiny?”
“I know that there’s evil here,” [the voice continues.] “I know that some people have destiny thrust upon them and some were born into it; just like you Spero.”
[There’s a pause as The Guardian’s look at each other once more.]“Someday soon, you’ll have to answer the call.”
[The camera turns to see a man, wearing a large black leather jacket. He’s wearing an eye patch, sporting a large scar across his opposite cheek.]“What’s your name?” [Spero asks.] “Who are you?”
[The man turns towards the door, opening it.]“My name is Lincoln Hex.”
[He leaves, yelling back.]“Just answer the call.”
[Cut.]INVASION MATCH
INVASION MATCH
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
RINGSIDE
“Congratulations, Mr. Karrde.”
[‘The Gambler’ scoffs.]“Mr. Karrde is my daddy, boy.”
[Newton steps through the ropes and with a shrug of his shoulder approaches the Invasion winner.]“Heh,” [Edward chuckles] “I wanted to introduce myself, since we haven’t formerly met. I’m the OSW World Champion; Edward Newton. I’m also the only Champion to ever successfully retain when invaded upon.”
[The Champion offers a smile.]“Don’t you worry about ol’ Karrde and this Invasion contract, I know how to gamble.”
[Edward steps in close, both men now face to face in the middle of the ring. The fans are on their feet, the atmosphere rising.]“I suppose you do but if you gamble with me, you ought to remember the house always wins and around here, Mr. Karrde, I’m the house.”
[Their eyes lock and its clear the time for talking is done.] [WHACK!] [WHACK!] [What the hell?] [Championship belts suddenly crack across both of their backs, sending them past each other with the ferocity.] [Nicholas Mammon.] [Edgar Nevermore.] [The Gentlemen Duo!] [Newton turns around, facing an onrushing Mammon who leaps through the air.] [KNEEDFUL THINGS!] [HE NAILED HIM!] [Wild Karrde meanwhile is pulled in by Edgar Nevermore!] [POETRY IN MOTION!] [VERTICAL SUPLEX SIDESLAM!] [Nicholas grabs one of the dropped microphones, heading back to the centre of the ring. He smiles with a sinister grin, looking at the fallen bodies in the ring.]“Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you can forgive our rude interruption but my colleague and I have an important announcement.”
[The fans murmur.]“We’ve decided to expand our enterprise.”
[Mammon looks at Nevermore who smiles.]“So please, without further ado, allow us to introduce to you our newest gentlemen ally.”
[‘Rule Britannia’ suddenly hits and out onto the entrance ramp steps a figure we’ve not seen in quite some time. With blond hair, a chiselled jawline and his trademark smug smile…] [Nigel Royal.] [The fans go wild with disgust as Nigel walks towards the ring and enters, wiping his feet on the mat before accepting a firm handshake with both Mammon and Nevermore. All three line up in the centre of the ring with beaming smiles.]“Sir Royal, welcome to The Gentlemen Club.”
[He tosses the microphone down before looking at a stirring Newton and nodding at Nigel. The Bloodline to Greatness hardly skips a beat before dropping down to the canvas.] [THE DUNGEONS OF LONDON TO EDWARD NEWTON!] [THE WORLD CHAMPION SCREAMS IN AGONY AS NIGEL ROYAL WRENCHES BACK ON THE HOLD!] [Invasion slowly fades to black with the agonizing screams of Edward Newton in the Dungeons of London; the last shot of his wretched face, contorting in agony.] [The Gentlemen Club have arrived.] [Cut.]