Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
In an abandoned warehouse, various members of Legacy are shown working out. Michaela is hitting the heavy bag, Tank Kersh is lifting weights, Jay Jeckel is running the ropes and Sanctus Bellator is shadow boxing.
They’re keeping themselves busy.
When Sigil enters, everyone immediately stops.
He walks in amongst them, taking note of their obedience.
“I’m no closer to finding them,” he abruptly announces, pulling a chair and taking a seat. The group close in, standing around him. “The Skull Order have vanished and with them the remaining crystals.”
“They can’t have gotten far,” Jay says with a shit eating grin. “They’re likely hiding in plain sight.”
“I’ve searched high and low, Jay,” Sigil responds with frustration, shaking his head. “That’s why I’ve been radio silent in recent weeks. I’ve positioned myself in the Championship picture, but there’s a great deal that needs to come together before I can enact our plan.”
Michela folds her arms.
“How can we help?” She insists.
“For now, keep battle ready. This is going to be a long process and I can’t send any of you guys back home until it’s over.”
Tank looks disappointed.
“What’s the matter, kid?” Sigil says, looking directly at him.
“It’s…” he stammers. “It’s my dad.”
Sigil stands up and walks over, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“You can change the future, I know it,” The Collector reminds him. “What happens to your father is a tragedy, but it can be avoided now that you know what truly happens.”
“How much focus can we give him?” Sanctus enquires. “I don’t mean any disrespect, Tank. I just wonder if our focus should be elsewhere.”
Sigil looks at him, turning his head.
“Until I find them, there’s nothing you can do for me,” he admits. “Help Tank change the future for his father. Help him avoid tragedy. If you can run Brent Kersh back to his ranch, it may just change his destiny.”
“We can do it, Tank,” Michaela says, putting a hand on his other shoulder. “Whatever it takes, okay?”
CANDY KANE VS. MEFISTO
InVasion kicks off with action between The Illusionist and The Canary!
Candy Kane pours it on with an assault of low and high kicks, pushing Mefisto back into the corner. He recovers temporarily, Candy sends what looks to be a front kick that Mefisto has read but Candy Kane transfers into a QUESTION MARK KICK! Catching him off guard, sending him face first into the mats.
Candy Kane reaches up high and catches him flush on the chin with that one! She maintains control with an Irish whip and lands a ROUNDHOUSE KICK! That sends the crowd into an uproar, the entire building rooting for the Canary here! She seems to be feeding off of the energy!
No pin fall attempt, The Canary is running at light speed towards the opposing ropes, Mefisto sends a half-hearted clothesline that she easily ducks, flying into the ropes again and back she jumps for the HURRICANARANA! …but it looks like Mefisto has come to and appears to be going for the POWERBOMB!
Mefisto, known for his reversal prowess seems to have turned the tables BUT WAIT! The two certainly went crashing towards the mats like a powerbomb but Candy Kane has maneuvered her legs to lock in the gogoplata! CRIME AND PUNISHMENT! The Canary has near perfect position for the submission hold as she leans back strangling the life from a flailing Mefisto, desperate for a rope break or reversal.
Candy squeezes and squeezes looking for the finish, Mefisto eventually dragging the two of them over enough to get the rope break! Candy breaks the hold but Mefisto is far from recovered. Candy recognizes this and jumps outside to the apron of the turnbuckle closest! She is taking her time, getting the fans involved even more than they’ve been!
In one, fowl swoop she slingshots back over the ropes and spring boards off of the second rope! THE SPRING BOARD MOONSAULT!! She lands square in the center of Mefisto and makes the cover!
Mefisto just baaaarely manages to slip a shoulder up bringing the stadium energy to a fever pitch now here at InVasion! Candy smashes a fist against the mats in protest but she’s not losing the total control she’s had here tonight – Mefisto looks like he forgot to show up!
Mefisto is beginning to get up but Candy is in motion! THE BIG GAMBLE!
The Knee Trembler ROCKS Mefisto who is practically limp at this point. Candy climbs to the top rope! She wants to finish this thing once and for ALL!
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE!!!!
Absolute BEAT DOWN here tonight to kick things off! Mefisto was in this one for approximately zero seconds, the Canary has an enormous send off as she makes her way backstage!
Candy Kane gets back to her feet having dispatched Mefisto confidently here tonight.
She looks towards her opponent when suddenly, the lights go out.
When they come back on, Mefisto is clutching at his chest.
Kane rushes over, realizing something’s wrong.
But there’s blood pouring out of a wound, spurting everywhere.
He’s been stabbed.
She eases him to the canvas, holding his head.
“Who did this?” She demands to know. “Who?”
Banzan suddenly comes trundling down the entrance ramp, sliding under the bottom rope with EMT’s in tow. They rush towards Mefisto, attempting in vein to try and save his life.
The Mountain pulls Candy away.
“It was the killer!” He proclaims confidently. “The letter said that the illusion of death would be broken before our very eyes. That’s what it said.”
Kane looks absolutely jaw-dropped. She turns to look at Mefisto, watching as the EMT’s shake their head.
He didn’t make it.
“We’ve a Serial Killer on our hands,” she says to Banzan. “First Aesop, then Drake and now Mefisto. We need to understand what the common denominator is and quickly. There’s a reason he hasn’t killed you, Banzan. Why is that?”
The Mountain thinks on it; shocked by the question.
“The sooner we understand why you’re still alive; hell, why I’m still alive, the sooner we can figure out who is responsible.”
Banzan and Kane nod in agreement, both turning to face Mefisto, who is carefully being loaded onto a stretcher so that he can be taken to the morgue.
The crowd are stunned.
The EMT’s are solemn.
Whoever murdered Mefisto is on a rampage that is growing in body count as the months go by.
NO MORE GAMES
As Plague Rat pops around the corner, he bumps into the host of the Show That Never Ends. The microphone slowly starts to lower towards the outstretched hands of Monty Straight.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the Show That Never Ends and I’m your host Monty Straight. We’re back this week with Plague Rat to follow up. As we know, last week didn’t exactly go according to his plans.”
Plague Rat’s face contorts and he begins to step towards the game show host.
“Now, now, Mr. Rat, I didn’t come back here to flex muscles. In fact, I came to offer you a new deal. We don’t typically do that here on the Show That Never Ends, however, due to your unfortunate reaction last week, we wanted to make it up to you.”
Two doors suddenly appear behind the emcee, drawing some “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd.
“Behind door number 1, we offer you the chance to be what you’ve always wanted, a champion,” Straight stated, smiling.
“Behind door number 2, we offer the chance to do something you never thought possible. You can become more than your brother ever was, a legend in the making.”
Plague Rat thinks for a few moments and then a wiry smile forms across his face. Quickly, Plague Rat rips the microphone from Straight’s hand and WRAPS THE CORD AROUND STRAIGHT’S NECK!
“No more games, motherfucker! Out there in the ring, I’m going to gut you like a pig. You’re going to be asking me for a deal, you prick!”
Plague Rat let’s go of the cord and air once again fills the lungs of Monty Straight. Plague Rat winks in his direction and walks towards the entry way to the ring.
MONTY STRAIGHT VS. THE PLAGUE RAT
The Deal Maker with powers most mysterious, Monty Straight hasn’t lost a step since returning to OSW but involving such a man like the Plague Rat in his never ending show may be a mistake that haunts Straight in the end.
The bell sounds as the Plague Rat rushes forward, surprising Straight with his sheer speed, rocking Straight with a hard uppercut that sends Monty staggering into the ropes, rebounding off with a savage Lariat that nearly decapitates the smaller man from sheer force. Monty staggers to his feet into a flurry of blows from TPR before he’s hoisted up onto the Plague Rat’s shoulders.
CONTAGIO…NO! Monty slips out, rolling down TPR as he hooks him into a schoolboy, the referee quickly dropping down for the cover
TPR tries to get to his feet but a hard Abisegiri to the chin stuns Plague Rat before he’s spun around and dropped on the back of his head with a hard Release German Suplex. The Pandemic staggers up to his feet in a daze before he’s grabbed by the back of the head and slammed back down to the mat with a lighting fast Russian Legsweep before Monty rolls through in a flash of an eye, hooking Plague Rat into a Crossface
TERMS AND CONDITIONS! Monty Straight has the hold locked in tight but unlike his usual victims, TPR doesn’t scream or cry out in agony, a thick smile etched upon his smile as he is loving this shit.
Disturbed by the Pandemic’s love of pain and frustrated that this tactic is going nowhere, Monty lets the Plague Rat out of the crossface, backing up before leaping up and drilling him with a hard double stomp to the face. Monty shows impressive strength as he powers the Plague Rat up off the mat, dropping him down face first with a Gourdbuster Reverse Suplex but instead of following up on the mat, Straight decides the match needs a little more…flash
As he heads to the top rope to wow the crowd.
A move that may well be a mistake from Straight, Plague Rat staggering to his feet as Monty dives off.
CROSSBODY BLOCK….PLAGUE RAT CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR!
TPR holds Monty to his chest, ignoring the pounding fists on his back before he tosses Monty into the air,
CONTAGIOUS! The Pop Up Samoan Drop hits flush as Straight crashes down hard on the mat. TPR isn’t done as he pulls the groggy Straight up to his feet, taking all the wind out of him with a vicious knee to the chest before lifting him up high in a Suplex position
BEFORE DELIVERING A MASSIVE BRAINBUSTER THAT’S SURE TO GIVE STRAIGHT ONE HELL OF A FEVER! With a devilish smile upon his face, The Pandemic drops down for the cover
TPR signals for the end as he pulls the limp Straight up to his feet before hoisting him up high in a Crucifix. The Plague Rat walks forward a few paces, parading Straight around to the crowd but that gives Monty a chance to regroup as he drops down, grabbing The Plague Rat by the heels and flipping him onto his stomach,
BEFORE LOCKING IN STRAIGHT SHOOTING OUT OF NOWHERE!
Monty hooks the knee behind TPR’s head as the smile stays on Plague Rat’s face. Not even attempting to get to the ropes even if he’s trapped in the middle of the ring as The Pandemic relishes the pain, refusing to tap out as he slowly but surely fades away, that devil smile etched upon his face even as the referee quickly calls for the bell.
Monty Straight lets go of the hold, the Straight Shooter victorious here tonight but the slight perturbed look he gives the still smiling unconcious Plague Rat tells a different tale alltogether.
ALLEGIANCES AND MANIPULATIONS
It’s mere moments before the Tag Team titles are to be contested and we see the duo of The Blood Shark and The Judge striding down to the ring. The Shark is walking with a confident swagger, the pair dragging their predatory manipulated Reaper behind them.
Between the trio, they hold one of the OSW Tag Team Titles. The other… Held by the man who soon makes his presence known at the top of the entranceway, along with a roar of approval from the fans. Redwing. He makes his slow trudge down to the ring, to face the war that is about to befall him. But before he enters, he looks up at his supposed partner from across the ring rope.
“Reaper. I know you can hear me in there somewhere. I know you can fight this mist.”
Reaper does not respond, but the Blood Shark does. He steps forward, breaking the line of sight from Redwing to his partner.
“He’s not going to be fighting through anything any time soon, except your skull. I can see in your eyes that you’re prepared for a war, so a war you’re going to get. When we are finished with you, there will be nothing left of you but a crimson cape and a stain on this mat. It’s time to feed and we’re coming after that other title.”
Redwing ducks under the ring rope, coming to meet The Blood Shark.
“You’re more dog than shark, boy. All bark and no bite. You even have to manipulate Reaper so he does his dirty work for you. He will see where his allegiances lie.”
Shark snarls, dropping Redwing with a right hook that catches the Crimson Crusader by surprise and sends him onto his derriere.
“Reaper will see what I want him to see! He sees the truth, he sees the people he needs to hunt. And if he has a sudden change of heart, then I will slit his throat and leave him lying in a pool of his own blood, just like I’m planning to do with you.”
Finally, having said nothing so far, the Judge steps forward and puts a hand to The Blood Shark’s face.
“No. You won’t. We have a deal. I have waited for weeks for the answers I seek. I need Reaper in a clear state of mind. I need him lucid. Beat him within an inch of his life if you must, but The Reaper will live to give me the answers I need.”
Redwing backs away, leaving the trio across the ring from him. All three eye him up like a juicy steak dinner, each ready for blood in their own way. One thing is for sure…
This does not bode well for Redwing!
REDWING & REAPER VS. JUDGE & BLOOD SHARK
TAG TEAM MATCH
It’s a tag team match for all the gold as the OSW Tag Team Championships are on the line!
The bell sounds as these four men are all inside the ring. Redwing slaps Reaper on the shoulder and points at their opponents. Reaper just stops and slowly turns his head back towards Redwing. Red Justice looks perplexed.
THE REAPER JUST PUNCHED HIM OUT!
The Reaper stands perfectly still as Blood Red Shark and The Judge leap into the fray. The Judge quickly begins kicking on Redwing as Blood Red Shark stands back for a… BLOODY MARY! The shining wizard connects. Redwing is being rocked by the seeming three-on-one attack!
Blood Red Shark goes to grab Redwing, but he catches him with an uppercut sending him backwards! Redwing grabs the second rope and pulls himself back to a standing position!
The Sparta Kick from The Judge makes him pay for the idea of standing without assistance! The two circle around their prey as Reaper just continues standing stoically. Blood Red Shark lifts up Redwing and quickly bites onto his head! Redwing quickly begins fighting back with jabs into the midsection of Blood Red Shark! He manages to get a few in before The Judge runs in.
KICK TO THE NUTS!
Redwing is in survival mode now as he nails a jawbreaker to Shark! He quickly grabs the arms of Shark and turns him into a double underhook DDT!
RETURN TO ARKHAM!
The Judge runs in and catches a low dropkick followed by a quick lift up into a brainbuster!
ONTO HIS KNEE!
Redwing looks at his partner questioningly before covering The Judge!
NO! Broken up by Blood Red Shark! Redwing pushes him off before standing up to his partner.
Redwing begins trying to talk some sense into The Reaper when he’s nailed down below by Blood Red Shark! The Judge rises up and nails a big boot to Redwing! Blood Red Shark grabs Redwing and pushes him into The Judge. POWERBOMB!
The Judge lifts up the lifeless body of Redwing and sends him towards The Shark! Hammerlock DDT!
Redwing is lifted up once more as The Judge holds him standing. Blood Red Shark begins talking to The Reaper. The Reaper backs up and begins to charge! HE LEAPS INTO THE AIR!
THE SHOTGUN BL-
But he stops.
Redwing slumps backwards in exhaustion as The Reaper just comes to a halt a foot away. Blood Red Shark gets into the face of The Reaper before shoving him!
THE REAPER SNAPS!
HE RAMS SHARK INTO THE CORNER!
SHOT AFTER SHOT AFTER SHOT!
Blood Red Shark is trying to cover up, but the onslaught from The Reaper is too much to handle! He’s slumping into the corner as the shots are continuing to come! The Judge grabs The Reaper and pulls him back, but The Reaper connects with a knee lift to him as well! The Judge is disoriented! The Reaper takes off.
THE SHOTGUN BLAST!
The running superman punch sends him tumbling head over heels into the corner. The Reaper is on a rampage!
Blood Red Shark shoots out of the corner like a bullet with a knee right into the midsection followed by two quick sharp elbows to the back of the head followed by a barrage of blows that even The Reaper can’t cover up for! He’s trying to cover up, but the impact and speed sends both of them tumbling outside of the ring.
Redwing stands up with a look of bewilderment before turning around right into a SPARTA KICK! The impact of the blow sends him back into the ropes where he rebounds into a powerbomb!
THE VERDICT IS RESTORATION!
He covers Redwing!
Blood Red Shark and The Judge have done it! They are the new OSW Tag Team Champions!
Jessie Williams is sat in the locker room, getting ready for Invasion. Brent Kersh enters with a frown on his face.
“You alright?” Jessie asks. “You never did tell me what was bothering you when we left Lucid Falls.”
Brent nods, sitting down beside the Prince.
“It’s Mrs. Ducksworth. I figured out who…”
The door to the locker room swings open, interrupting the Enforcer. The invader is silent as he walks, both men standing, tense for a fight.
But Banzan didn’t come to fight. He stops before Kersh and Williams, bowing his head slightly as he does so.
“I have become consumed with vengeance.” He begins, looking at the other two. “You are noble men with noble causes that care deeply about your family. I feel in my heart that neither of you killed Gabriel Drake. I should not have attacked you the way I did. I was manipulated by others to do so.”
Kersh places his hand on Banzan’s shoulder and makes eye contact.
“We’ve all been there, big man. Moirai has been trying to manipulate us all. Her MO is to divide and conquer. It’s the only way she can win.”
Banzan nods as a voice clears its throat from the corner of the locker room.
“It’s not nice to speak behind someone’s back, Brent.”
“Didn’t they teach you manners on the ranch?”
The Enforcer rolls his eyes and turns to face her directly.
“Moirai has been trying to manipulate us all. Her MO is to divide and conquer. It’s the only way she can win.” He repeats.
“Who wins tonight won’t be decided by your sass, by Banzan’s gullibility, or by the child’s foolishness.”
Kersh grins in return.
“It’ll be decided by fate.” He interjects.
She frowns at his mocking, walking past the trio to leave, but as she does she has one more line.
“Have you seen Junkrat since last week?”
The men all look at one another as she walks off. Junkrat vanished when Mr. Sandman did last week.
Where is he now?
THE EMPORIUM EXPANSION
In the Emporium Asylum, Doctor D’Ville sits behind his desk with numerous glowing vials of liquid before him. Each one has an individual label on it, but he’s not reading them; he knows exactly what they are.
When SeeSaw enters, he seems somewhat confused.
“What’re those, daddy?” He asks, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
“Son, they’re the future of our Emporium,” he announces proudly. He stands up, grabbing a red vile. “This is how I resurrected and fixed our beloved Shark. It flows through his veins, empowering him.”
“What do you plan to do with the rest of them?” SeeSaw asks inquisitively.
“It’s time to grow our Emporium, my dear boy. Your destiny awaits and you must be ready; to accomplish this, we must increase our support network. These vials will bend even the most stubborn mind to our will.”
“Now, who would you like to be a new friend?” D’Ville asks with an equally as terrifying smile.
Mr. Make Believe immediately gets excited, almost leaping from his chair with joy.
“I can have any friend I want!?” He yells with sheer excitement. “Anyone at all?”
“You just name them, buddy,” Doc promises. “One sip of this formula and they’ll be putty in our hands. You can have any friend on the roster you want and by the end of the night, you’ll be able to play with them as much as your heart desires; just not in the Toy Box, okay?”
“Oh gee whiz, I can’t wait!”
MALICE © VS. BISHOP
The War Machine appeared to be tearing at it’s very seams. But after last night’s speech from Major Thom, the holes in the machine seemed patched up.
But now, with Malice and Bishop finally standing toe to toe in the center of the ring, VHS Championship on the line? It’s hard to say if the stable survives past the bell.
The much larger Bishop sends an elbow straight into Malice’s jaw! Malice rubs his face before sending a stiff uppercut into Bishop’s own!
NOW IT’S ON!
Both men sending heavy lefts and rights into each other’s faces and bodies. Left from Malice! Right from Bishop! Left from Malice! Right from Bishop! It goes on like that for some time as the crowd reaches a bloody fever pitch!
Bishop sends a huge knee into Malice’s breadbasket, taking the wind right out of his sails! Bishop sends Malice into the turnbuckles with a HUGE irish whip! Malice’s back ROCKS the turnbuckles as he collides into them!
BIG SPLASH FROM BISHOP!!!
Malice stumbles out of the corner and falls face first onto the ground! Bishop makes the cover!
KICK OUT BY MALICE!
It’s going to take more than that to keep Malice out of this one. Bishop realizes that. He stands up, delivers a boot to Malice’s midsection! Again! And again — NO!!! Malice grabs Bishop’s ankle! HE TWISTS IT VIOLENTLY!!!
BISHOP FALLS TO THE MAT!!! AN ANKLE LOCK BY MALICE!!!
Bishop cries out in pain! He screams in severe agony, reaches out for the rope, but his long arms are nowhere near! Bishop grits his teeth.
He starts crawling towards the ropes as though it were a war zone, using nothing but his elbows to inch his way to the ropes!
But they’re just so god damn far!
And Malice TWISTS that ankle harder! Bishop doesn’t have a fucking choice! He lifts his arm in the air!
HE TAPS OUT!!!
MALICE RETAINS THE OSW TITLE!
NO!!!!!!!!! The referee points to the ropes! Bishop tapped the bottom one and held onto it!!! Malice is forced to let the hold go.
But how is Bishop even going to walk?
Malice immediately reaches his feet!
SENTON BOMB onto Bishop’s ankle!!! GOD DAMN!!! BISHOP GRABS AT HIS ANKLE BUT IT MUST SURELY BE INJURED!!!
Malice drags Bishop up to his feet, whips him into the ropes — but Bishop falls in the center of the ring. His ankle gave way!
Malice comes up behind Bishop! He wraps him up around the waist. GERMAN SUPLEX!!! WITH THE BRIDGE!!! ON A MAN MUCH MORE GIANT THAN HE!!!
NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Bishop kicks out! The Outlaw stays alive!
Malice pounds the mat. What is he going to have to do to put Bishop away?
Malice positions himself in a half squat, beckons Bishop to rise to his feet. The Outlaw slowly reaches one knee! Then, with his good leg, brings himself to his feet.
BUCKSHOT!!! THE HIGH IMPACT SPEAR FROM MALICE!!!
BUT BISHOP MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!!
MALICE’S SHOULDER COLLIDES INTO THE POST!!!
GOD DAMN!!! HE ALMOST RIPPED THE TURNPOST AWAY FROM THE RING WITH THAT COLLISION!!!
Malice writhes in pain on the mat. Bishop limps over to the VHS Champion and decides he’s going to punish that damaged shoulder.
He locks Malice in!
THE LAST GASP!!! KIMURA LOCK SUBMISSION!!!
BY GOD MALICE IS SCREAMING IN PAIN!!!
BISHOP IS TRYING TO RIP MALICE’S SHOULDER STRAIGHT OFF OF HIS GOD DAMN BODY!!!
And now it’s Malice doing everything he can to survive! But this hold is much more difficult to maneuver himself in than an ankle lock! It’s all Malice can do to move his legs!
Malice is about to tap!!
HE USES HIS KNEES TO POSITION HIMSELF SO BISHOP’S SHOULDERS ARE PINNED TO THE MAT!!!
It’s over! Malice has done it! He’s
NO! BISHOP KICKS OUT JUST IN THE FUCKING NICK OF TIME!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!
Malice is still ahead edge wise here, rising to his feet just as the nearly crippled Bishop is climbing to his feet! His shoulder damn near out of joint, Malice’s suplex game is of no use.
HE LOWBLOWS BISHOP!!!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! DDT FOLLOW UP!!!
Malice climbs to the top rope.
No… No he’s going to try to kill it with fire!!!
WAR CRIME!!! THE DOUBLE CURBSTOMP TO THE BACK OF BISHOP’S HEAD!!! MALICE MAKES THE COVER!!!!
Malice successfully defends the VHS Title against his brother in arms in Bishop here, in a match where both men of valor valiantly gave it their all, but only one could walk away champion.
After that engaging contest, Malice and Bishop both get back to their feet. We’ve wondered all month long whether or not these two men would be able to set aside any differences, fight for the title and then recover as a unit.
We’re about to find out.
As they move closer towards one another, almost face to face – you can cut the tension in the air with a knife.
That’s when Thom slides into the ring, immediately positioning himself before them.
“Remember, we’re a brotherhood, boys,” Major says, trying to ease the situation.
Bishop slowly offers a hand.
Malice looks at it.
And then accepts.
The handshake turns into an embrace as the fans cheer in the background, watching as these two men put their differences aside after one hellacious battle for the Championship.
Thom grabs the VHS title belt, smiling as he approaches the Champ.
CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT THE SKULL OF MALICE!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
BISHOP SPINS AROUND AT THE VILE SOUND OF IMPACT…
SHOT TO THE SKULL OF BISHOP AS WELL!
MAJOR THOM HAS…
HE’S JUST TURNED ON HIS FUCKING BROTHERS!
WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING!?
Thom has just laid out both members of War Machine. You cannot be serious. All month he’s been trying to keep these two men together! Why? Why God damnit.
He tosses the Championship on the ground as his two brothers squirm. Bishop has been busted wide open.
Malice crawls across the ground, trying to reach him.
Only Thom isn’t finished.
He pulls Bishop to his feet, blood splashing across the canvas as he does.
THE CODE RED!
CODE RED STRAIGHT ON THE FUCKING CHAMPIONSHIP!
Malice screams audibly in horror, willing himself back to his feet like a fucking beast. He charges at Major Thom, who scoops him straight up.
GO TO SLEEP!
OH MY GOD!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THOM!? THESE WERE HIS BEST FRIENDS, HIS BROTHERS, AND HE’S TURNED HIS BACK ON THEM BOTH!
Thom looks at the carnage in the ring and exits with a smile, heading to the backstage without ever looking back.
Malice is unconscious.
Bishop is unconscious and bleeding.
This is unbelievable.
In the middle of his Junkyard, Junkrat sits on an old wooden rocking chair, rocking back and forth with a big ol’ smile on his face.
This is home.
Suddenly, a man in a suit appears. He looks like a lawyer, holding a briefcase.
“Mr. Junkrat?” He says, approaching with a swagger. “My name is Michael Dutton and I’m here on behalf of the City.”
“What the fuck do you want, Sheila?”
The man approaches, putting his briefcase down on a wooden bench. He opens it up and pulls out a document, handing it to Junkrat.
“A complaint has been filed with the City. It’s been alleged that your junkyard is breaching numerous health and safety regulations, as well as irresponsible practices such as explosive detonations.”
“That’s just a Friday night,” Junkrat says with a smile.
“I don’t think you understand how serious this is,” Michael continues. “I’m afraid that whilst you’re being investigated, we’ll have to shut your junkyard down and ask you to vacate the premises.”
Junky looks at the paperwork, screwing up his face. He has a quick read before crumping the paper and throwing it directly at the man’s head.
Somewhat flummoxed, Dutton backs up.
“You have seven days to vacate the Junkyard, or the city will remove you by force. That’s seven days, Mr. Junkrat.”
He backs away slowly, keeping eye contact the whole time.
Junkrat’s hands hit his hips. What’s he gonna do now and more importantly, who complained?
ALTON WHITLOCK VS. ANONYMOUS
Standing in the ring is Alton Whitlock alone. He’s awaiting his opponent.
THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
A moment later they return, but everyone in the audience is now donning the attire similar to Anonymous. Alton Whitlock’s eyes grow in bewilderment as the looks out over the sea of devoted followers. They begin holding up signs.
“Down With Whitlock” is what the signs read. Alton slides out of the ring and begins grabbing signs and ripping them up. He grabs the mask off of one follower and throws it aside. He grabs another’s mask and begins ripping at the edges of it trying to rip it in half. After a moment of frustration he throws it aside. He goes to the third one.
Alton staggers back clutching his throat as seemingly the real Anonymous steps forward!
THE LIGHTS GO OUT AGAIN!
A moment passes before power is restored. The audience is back to normal without the Guy Fawkes masks and cloaks. One sole person stands in the ring beckoning for Alton to join him.
Alton is still clutching at his throat, but he slides into the ring.
The bell sounds as this is OFFICIALLY underway. Whitlock slowly rises to his feet before taking off with a diving lariat!
Anonymous tries to dodge out of the way, but the speed is too much as it catches him and takes him to the mat. Alton’s hands wraps around the mask and begin yanking and pulling on it! Anonymous quickly grabs his fingers and begins wrenching them back in awkward forms with joint manipulation. Alton’s face contorts in pain before Anonymous quickly wraps his legs around his arms and rolls him up!
Alton rolls to his feet and rushes towards Anonymous who leaps up for an enzuigiri! Alton stops himself as he wipes out only to quickly wrap his leg around his head and nail the overdrive!
Alton quickly goes for the cover!
THR-NO! Anonymous kicks out at the last second.
Alton quickly dives back onto his face and yanking away on the mask!
HE’S TRYING TO REMOVE IT!
ANONYMOUS KICKS HIM OFF!
Alton looks disappointed, but the masked man quickly rushes towards him.
Alton clutches at his trachea as Anonymous grabs the mask and pulls it back on. He kicks Alton in the midsection before running off the ropes and lifting up for the…
The Fameasser drives the face of Alton into the mat before he flips him over and covers him!
NO! Whitlock managed to get a shoulder up.
Whitlock is dragged into the corner as Anonymous rushes to the opposite. He rushes towards him and leaps! SENTON INTO THE CORNER!
But it’s a corner for one as Alton slides out of the way of the blow.
Whitlock slowly rises beckoning for Anonymous to do the same. He yanks on the mask of Anonymous moving it a bit before lifting him up with a snap spinebuster! Anonymous slowly stands back up as Alton hooks his arms and turns around for the Vertebreaker!
Anonymous is dropped right on the top of his head! Alton covers him.
…NO! Anonymous managed to kick out at the VERY last second!
Alton is furious as he’s checking with the referee to make sure he kicked out.
He rushes forward and grabs Anonymous up by his eyeholes.
“This is over!” Alton yells as he hooks his arms again. But Anonymous headbutts him leaving a crack down his mask in a fashion almost similar to Alton’s scar. Alton staggers backwards before walking right into a running Anonymous!
GUNPOWDER-NO! Alton pushes him away!
Headbutt from Alton followed by a hooking of the arms!
Alton Whitlock rises to his feet with a grin. He’s gotten a win over the man who has tormented him.
After a grueling match, Alton Whitlock and Anonymous both lay broken on the squared circle’s floor.
It’s Anonymous that rises first. He makes his way to a kneeling position.
Whitlock begins to painstakingly pull himself up on the ring ropes.
Most of the people in the arena don’t see the subtle hand motion Anonymous makes.
But they definitely hear the result of it.
An ear-piercing, brain-rattling noise fills the space. People double over in pain, their hands clawing at their ears.
Alton Whitlock writhes in pain in the ring.
The noise gets louder, more painful–until Anonymous makes another motion, and the sound disappears.
The arena is shocked, stunned, and silent.
The masked one’s deep, distorted voice fills the air.
“YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S BEHIND MY MASK, ALTON?”
“I WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S BEHIND YOURS.”
He walks slowly over to the nearly unconscious Whitlock, then kneels down next to him. He leans in until his masked visage is inches away from Whitlock’s face.
Slowly, Anonymous reaches out and runs his gloved hand against Whitlock’s facial scar.
“I don’t remember who I was before,” says Anonymous. His voice is flat and monotone.
Whitlock tries to move, to do something, but can’t.
“Everything’s changed, Alton. You. Me. Since the day I gave you that…”
“It was my initiation. What I did to you–that’s how I became part of Anonymous. I marked you, Alton.”
“Before I ran that knife across your cheeks, I was nothing…”
“But ever since, I’ve been an angel of vengeance, in service of a greater cause.”
Anonymous calmly stands back up.
“Long ago,” he continues, “I started to peel away your mask.”
“It’s almost time for me to finish the job.”
Anonymous looms over the motionless Whitlock for a long moment, perfectly still.
Then he turns and walks away.
SWEET ALICE VS. VOYNICH
Tonight, Sweet Alice and Voynich face each other in a match the Queen of Hearts has convinced the powers that be to put together. Is this where Voynich does what the queen requires or is he in his right mind now? Let’s find out!
Voynich charges at Alice!
HE HITS THE RUNNING LARIAT OUT OF NOWHERE!
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ALICE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Voynich whispers in Alice’s ear! “Sorry, Alice…” He locks in a sleeper hold! Alice looks like she can barely breathe! She is trying to escape but he has it locked in tight! She is getting to her feet and is trying to fight out! She hits some elbows to the gut! Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! She slips out! She runs towards the ropes! She jumps!
SHE HITS IT AND STAYS ON TOP OF VOYNICH FOR THE COVER!
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VOYNICH SHOVES HER OFF OF HIM!
They both get back to their feet and tie up! Voynich overpowers Alice and pushes her to the corner! Voynich backs up and goes for a running shoulder tackle! Alice forward rolls over Voynich’s shoulders and he hits the ring post with so much force, he falls out the ring and hits the floor hard!
ALICE RUNS THE ROPES!
VOYNICH HITS A JUMPING KNEE MID-DIVE!
ALICE IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
VOYNICH ISN’T DONE!
HE HITS A BRAINBUSTER HARD ON THE FLOOR!
HE TOSSES ALICE BACK IN THE RING AND MAKES A COVER!
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SHE BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Voynich pulls her up by the hair! He sees the blood dripping and he has a maniacal look! He starts hitting headbutt after headbutt! That cut is getting bigger with each hit and her blood is getting all over him! Voynich smears the blood on his face and grabs her neck! He has her neck held tight and he runs towards the corner!
HE’S GOING FOR THE SLICED BREAD BUT ALICE SHOVES HIM CHEST FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
SHE JUMPS AND GRABS HIS SHOULDERS!
THEY FALL BACKWARD!
BACKSTABBER OUT OF NOWHERE AS THE KNEES DRIVE INTO VOYNICH’S BACK!
SHE SLOWLY PULLS VOYNICH BACK UP!
SHE GRABS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND SITS OUT DRIVING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT!
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE!
SHE HITS THE X FACTOR AND COVERS!
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THE LIGHTS HAVE GONE OUT!
IT’S PITCH BLACK HERE! WHAT HAS HAPPENED!
THE LIGHTS ARE BACK ON AND THE REF IS OUT COLD!
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS IS STANDING OVER HIM!
The Queen of Hearts is making sure Alice doesn’t win! She grabs Alice by the throat and shoves her into the corner! The queen charges and crushes Alice with a Stinger splash! Alice falls into a seated position and looks completely out of it! The queen charges again! She flips and hits the cannonball splash! The Queen isn’t done and pulls Alice up!
THE QUEEN IRISH WHIPS ALICE!
“OFF WITH HER HEAD!”
THE QUEEN SPINS!
SHE HITS A DISCUS LARIAT!
ALICE IS TURNED INSIDE OUT!
THE QUEEN DRAGS VOYNICH ON TOP OF ALICE!
THE REF IS STIRRING AND THE QUEEN ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!
THE REF SEES THE PIN AND STARTS COUNTING!
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That’s it!? It’s over and Voynich has pulled it off with the major assist from the Queen!
ALICE’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!
THE MATCH GOES ON!
Both competitors look spent and are pulling themselves up by the ropes! Voynich is up first and he marches towards Alice! He hits some hard elbows against her cut! Her face is a crimson mask! He pushes her against the ropes and throws her with an Irish whip! She counters with a handspring elbow! Voynich is down and she runs the ropes again!
TOPE CON HILO TO AN UNSUSPECTING QUEEN!
SHE HOPS TO THE APRON AND WAITS FOR VOYNICH TO GET UP!
HE’S PULLING HIMSELF UP!
SHE FRONTFLIPS OVER THE ROPES!
THE QUEEN GRABS HER FOOT!
VOYNICH TAKES HIS CHANCE AND HITS A SPRINGBOARD ENZUIGIRI!
SHE FALLS HARD ON THE APRON!
HE ROLLS UNDER THE ROPES TO THE APRON HIMSELF!
HE PULLS HER UP!
HE GRASPS THE NECK!
HE FLIPS BACKWARDS!
SALIDA DEL SOL ON THE APRON!
HE SHOVES HER IN THE RING AND SLIDES IN TO COVER!
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He’s done it! What a win for Voynich and the Queen is ecstatic over what just happened!
THE BEST ONES
Sweet Alice and Voynich are both spent after that brutal match!
Voynich is pulling himself up by the ropes and the Queen of Hearts is entering the ring!
She hands Voynich her axe!
“Do what I told you boy! Cleanse both our worlds of this saccharine filth!”
“I’m sorry Alice, I can’t have her and her army after me my entire life.”
Voynich swings the axe!
It lands right in front of Alice’s head and is stuck in the mat!
“That’s why I’m doing this.”
He turns around and charges the Queen!
He tackles her hard to the ground! He’s choking her out!
The Queen’s life is slowly draining from her eyes as Voynich is seething over her!
A hand grips the back of Voynich’s neck!
He lifts Voynich off the queen and tosses him into Alice!
Voynich turns to look at who saved the queen.
Its a tall slender man dressed in all black except for a red heart eyepatch!
He shouts and his voice is booming!
“You two need to get out of here now! For your own good, you shall never be in our presence again! The next time, you won’t be so lucky.”
The man lifts the barely conscious queen on his shoulders and carries her to a few cards who tend to her.
Alice and Voynich run away from the ring before the man can change his mind.
Once in the hallway, Voynice begins to speak.
“I kind of went mad out there, didn’t I? Have I gone mad?”
“I’m afraid so, you’re entirely bonkers but I’ll tell you a secret, all the best ones are.
GOULDERN VS. NEWTON VS. STORM VS. SEESAW VS. SIGIL
Tonight we witness a war between five of the best in the world together for the greatest prize in professional wrestling today, the OSW World Heavyweight Championship. Will we see a brand new world champion, an old king grasp the throne or will the herald do the unthinkable and overcome the greatest odds of all?
Four of the very best in this business, three former world champions and one determined to win his first world title here tonight. Mere moments before that bell rings, all four stare down the current King of the Jungle who finally has the gold back in his grasp after weeks. Gouldern ordinarily calm and collected looks nervous and apprehensive as he very begrudgingly hands his championship over to the referee who quickly calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Sigil right off the bat does what he couldn’t last month and absolutely decimates Gouldern with a huge running dropkick, sending the champion flying out of the ring as he crashes down through the wooden bleachers to the concrete floor below. The champion may well be a non factor in this contest as Sigil turns his attention to the Newton brothers, rushing forward to his former ally in the Riddler as the pair begin to exchange heavy lefts and rights in a furious brawl.
Luke Storm tries to help his brother but a hard Seesaw lariat from behind takes Storm down before a hard Biel Toss nearly throws Storm through the damn turnbuckles. Storm hits hard before a massive avalanche takes all the wind out of him. Storm staggers out right into a hand around his throat, he’s slammed down hard onto Seesaw’s knee with a backbreaker before pivoted around
ROCK A BYE!
Sigil meanwhile has Newton bent over his knee, showing him THE LONG ROAD AHEAD to a second world title run with a series of hard elbows to the face before he spins him around and delivers a hard chop to the back of the throat that’s anything but MERCIFUL!
The Newton brothers slowly rise up, staring one another in the face, seemingly having a wordless conversation before the pair nod, turning back to back as they urge Seesaw and Sigil to bring it. Both men rush forward, fists raised high as Luke and Edward duck under the attack, Seesaw and Sigil’s fists colliding with the others skull. Storm grips the groggy Seesaw around the waist, throwing him high overhead with a Belly to Belly
BEFORE NEWTON DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH A MODIFIED SPINEBUSTER!
Sigil rushes forward, Storm ducking under a roundhouse kick before both he and Edward leap up high, SANDWICH ENZIGURI! Seesaw staggers up to his feet as Newton lifts him up onto his shoulder just as Storm backs up, a dazed Sigil in his sights.
Both Seesaw and Sigil are down and out as Newton reaches up for a high five. Surprised, Storm slaps his brother high before Newton signals for Luke to finish off Sigil. Storm turns to pick up the Collector as an evil smile creeps onto the Enigma’s face as he slips an arm underneath Storm
BEFORE ROLLING HIM UP INTO A SURPRISE SCHOOLBOY!
STORM GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Luke gets to his feet, eyebrow raised as Newton just shrugs his shoulders before gesturing that he’s here for the championship. Storm just nods his head before he rushes forward as the brothers begin to brawl hell for leather. The elder brother getting the better of the exchange as a hard enziguri clips Newton in the back of the head before Storm floats over with a picture perfect Northern Lights Suplex, bridging back for the pinfall.
NEWTON KICKS OUT!
Luke goes to pull his brother up but gets a kick that’s damn close to being a low blow, stunning Storm as he’s thrust into the arm of Newton
NEVER….NO! Storm spins out, rolling back as he rushes forward with a split second
The Superkick hits flush but Storm can’t capitalise as suddenly the lights go dim with only the faintest of red mist filtering through the arena before they slowly turn back to normal
SHINING WIZARD! THE BLOOD RED SHARK DELIVERS A BLOODY MARY TO LUKE STORM! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!?
The Blood Red Shark pulls a groggy Seesaw up to his feet, a giant grin growing on the face of Mr Make Believe as he sees his Emporium friend beside him, the Shark pulling a groggy Newton up to his feet, hammerlocking his arm behind his back
A sadistic grin grows over the Blood Red Shark as he signals for Seesaw to climb up to the top rope with him. Both men slowly climbing up, Seesaw with his back to the ring as The Shark slowly balances atop before the pair dive off
FLIGHT OF THE ORINTHOPTER! DIVING HEADBUTT!
BLOODY RAIN ON LUKE STORM!
Seesaw quickly covers as the referee slowly counts
Not like this
SIGIL BREAKS IT UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
The Blood Red Shark rushes forward, trying for another Bloody Mary but The Collector vanishes at the last second
A hard roundhouse to the back of the head crumples the Blood Red Shark before another drops Seesaw like a shot. Newton slowly rises to his feet as Sigil pulls the Shark up by his mask, delivering a furious flurry of blows as he nearly snaps his throat over his knee before tossing him to a furious Riddler who lifts The Blood Red Shark high up in the air.
NEWTRON BOMB TO THE OUTSIDE! JESUS CHRIST!
The Blood Red Shark is out cold from that sadistic Pop Up Release Powerbomb but Newton can’t capitalise as he gets another hard MERCILESS chop to the throat. Newton tries a wild right but a simple COSMIC LEAP and FINITE roundhouse damn near give Newton a concussion as Sigil rolls back to the other side of the ring, looking for the killing blow.
Gouldern out of bloody nowhere with that huge Superman Punch, rocking Sigil in mid stride as he stumbles over the ropes to the outside. Newton is still out on his feet as Gouldern rushes forward once more. Newton just ducks under the Disruption from pure instinct but he stumbles right into the clutches of Seesaw who lifts him high up in the air
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST!
Newton slams into the mat but Seesaw can’t capitalize as he turns around into a
Seesaw takes a Superman Punch of his own, somehow staying on his feet but not for long as Gouldern bounces off the ropes
A SECOND DISRUPTION TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Seesaw is down and out but Gouldern is out for blood as instead of going for the pinfall, he grabs hold of Seesaw’s right ankle
LOCKING IN A SAVAGE ANKLE LOCK!
Seesaw is groggy no more, as he begins to scream in pain, refusing to tap out with this huge opportunity in front of him. The Collector rolls back into the ring, not breaking the hold but dropping down himself
Proving Seesaw is ON WOUNDED LEGS as he locks in the Calf Crusher on the left leg!
Seesaw is in absolute peril here, even more so as both Newton brothers are up on their feet now, dropping down to join the submission party. Edward locking in a modified crossface on the right side as Luke locks in a fujiwara armbar on the left
FOUR WAY FUCKING SUBMISSION FEST!
Seesaw wants this championship so badly but no man can withstand this amount of pain as he screams ‘I QUIT’ as loud as his lungs can go but four men can’t win the title this way as the referee tries to regain some order in this world title contest. Eventually, Seesaw passes out from this extreme pain, all four men eyeing one another to see who will be the first to break their hold.
Storm lets go, delivering a hard elbow to the back of his younger brother as Sigil and Gouldern both deliver heavy right hands, each breaking their hold at the same time. Sigil rushes forward, getting lowbridged by Gouldern as the Collector tumbles to the outside but Gouldern quickly follows him as a hard clothesline from Luke Storm sends him crashing down to the floor below. Storm goes to attack the Riddler but Edward backs off, pointing to the top rope as Storm heads up and uncharacteristically so does Newton
The Newton brothers take out both Sigil and Gouldern with Moonsaults but as soon as they get to their feet, the brothers begin to brawl once more, heavy lefts and rights exchanged as so do Sigil and Gouldern when they slowly rise to their feet. The four slowly begin to fight their way down to the ramp way, Newton sending his brother into a nearby guardrail before driving him down to the concrete with a flurry of lefts and rights. Sigil grabbing Gouldern by the back of the head and throwing him up the rampway before running forward with an attempted PLANESWALKER that’s just dodged out of the way.
All four men find their way just in front of the Butcher’s office, four sets of hands striking randomly wherever bone can hit flesh as the crowd begin to roar for something. Gouldern is the first to look up and the only person to properly see Seesaw has somehow gotten on top of the Butcher’s office
FLIGHT OF THE ORNITHOPTER!
Gouldern just dives out of the way as Seesaw takes out the other three men, a carnage of bodies laid out on the concrete, the world champion in a perfect position to capitalize just as the lights go out
They quickly turn back on as every single crowd member has been replaced by one with a familiar looking white mask. Anonymous surrounds ringside as Mark Gouldern looks left and right, trying to figure out where the real Anonymous is, not seeing a figure slip out from under the ring before it’s too late.
Gouldern gets planted into the concrete with that Fameasser as the light flash off again for only a second. They come back on with the crowd back and Gouldern a bloodied mess on the concrete in a pool of his own blood. Once again Gouldern has been taken out in this match!
The other four competitors slowly get to their feet, Seesaw up first as he pulls Luke Storm up to his feet, heading to the ring with Sigil and Newton close behind. Seesaw rolls in holding Storm by his hair as he wraps his arm around Storm’s throat before snapping back
Storm is slammed down to the mat but Seesaw doesn’t get to follow up as he’s dropped with a hard Roundhouse kick to the skull. Newton drops down, trying for a low blow but he hits only air as Sigil manages to Cosmic Leap away, delivering a stiff FINITE to the skull of Edward Newton before gripping him around the waist as he Cosmic Leaps up high
SPRINGBOARD LIGHTING STRIKE!
Storm drills a crashing Sigil with a massive Superkick out of frigging nowhere as Storm collapses on the unconcious Sigil.
NEWTON IS OUT COLD FROM IMPACT
SEESAW IS BARELY STIRRING
THREE….. SEESAW LEAPS TO BREAK THE COVER
BUT IT”S NOT ENOUGH!
Luke Storm has done it, regaining the world championship once more as he overcomes the odds in a hellacious war here tonight.
As this amazing World Championship Match comes to a close, it’s Doctor D’Ville we suddenly have our eye on.
He’s making his way to the ring with two orderlies by his side.
With haste, he rushes to where Edward Newton can be found in recovery, nodding at his two employees.
They quickly storm over, pulling a groggy Riddler to his feet.
D’Ville approaches now that he’s captured, smiling from ear to ear.
“You always have a plan,” D’Ville says nonchalantly. “But this time, there is no escaping your fate.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a purple vial, twisting the lid off until it opens with a pop.
“You’ve used concoctions in the past to manipulate Redwing and now, well, it’s time that you were the puppet, Edward.”
The Riddler struggles but D’Ville slams the vial to his lips as the orderlies hold on for dear life. He pours the liquid down Newton’s throat, putting his hand over his mouth and nose to ensure he swallows.
It takes only a matter of seconds before Edward is screaming in agony, clutching at his midsection. Those screams turn to sinister and disturbing laughs as D’Ville backs off, nodding at his orderlies. They quickly pick him up, dragging him away as he kicks, screams and laughs hysterically.
The Doctor smiles; a new member of Emporium apparently on route to the asylum.
What of Edward Newton now?
The other Invasion participants were wondering where Junkrat was earlier, but wonder no longer.
The sky is awash with fireworks, exploding infinitely to the heavens as Junkrat watches with joy in his eyes. He is walking down a sidewalk of TNT, holding hands with Marvolo II and Jessie Williams. He walks through a field of dynamite sticks to a large tree.
A tree in the shape of a penis, of course.
The Mayor reaches out to fondle a phallic branch, bringing it to his nose like a flower, sniffing it with delight. He holds it out for Marvolo to smell as well, but when he pulls it away, Marv has a little white substance on the nose of his mask.
“Don’t sniff, my dear.” Junkrat says, somehow completely eloquent with a posh British accent. “I would hate to see your brain be impregnated with the seed of the willy tree.”
They laugh a haughty laugh, and continue about their happy way.
But suddenly Marvolo and Jessie stop in their tracks. Junkrat turns to face them with a smile, but his eyes widen in shock.
Marvolo is now a skeleton wearing the mask.
“You let me die, my love.”
Junky tries to protest, but Jessie interjects. The Prince’s body is deteriorating.
“You trusted me, but I haven’t come to look for you. Because I don’t know where to find the answers.”
The explosions stop and the world erodes down to nothing but a crater with Junkrat at its center. He cradles the skeleton of Marvolo while watching Jessie turn to ash in front of him. Junkrat looks up the sky, but his vision has been blocked by a new form.
“They call it a dream.” Sandman growls. “But I call it the true reality.”
He lifts Junkrat up by the neck.
“He who seeks the monument of his past, then he must awaken from the dream and take control of reality.”
With a start, Junkrat sits up off the broken pallet he was sleeping on. He looks around, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
“What the fuck?”
#1 – JESSIE WILLIAMS & #2 – MOIRAI
What goes up…
Must come down.
Opportunity hangs in the balance.
Keep your feet on the ground, and you’ll never reach your potential.
Fly too close to the sun, and you’ll crash and burn.
Gravity be damned—
For those uninitiated, there are 6 InVaders.
2 kickoff the battle.
1 more invades every 4 minutes.
6, 2, 1, 4.
The war ends only when the briefcase suspended above the ring is retrieved.
Inside the briefcase, is a contract guaranteeing an OSW Championship match – at a time and venue of the winner’s choosing!
Ladders fill The Slaughterhouse, surrounding the ring. Ten feet, fifteen feet – even twenty feet variations. They zig-zag like jagged steel teeth.
In the ring, Jessie Williams and Moirai drew the short straws. They’re going to have a long night, and an uphill battle ahead of them.
They both look up at the silver briefcase hanging above them, swaying ever so slightly, as if taunting them…
Moirai, however, knows how this is going to go down. Fate charges at Jessie with a front dropkick which sends him into the corner! She vaults up onto the second rope and uses his head like a speedbag! The strapping athlete, Jessie, tosses his 139-pound opponent off of him. Moirai, however, lands on her feet – displaying cat-like reflexes! Williams barrels towards her, but she measures him up—
WHEELBARROW BULLDOG – LACHESIS!
That’s just one incarnation of destiny. The Prince had better hope he doesn’t experience the other two!
The embodiment of the fates exits the ring.
MOIRAI IS THE FIRST INVADER TO GRAB A LADDER!
The rabid fans pop as she collects the hardware.
She folds it shut and shoves it under the ropes, then rolls back in herself.
The daredevil picks up the ladder and goes to position it—
UPPERCUT BY JESSIE WILLIAMS!
Moirai falls to her knees, still clutching the ladder. The son of Ash tears into the ropes—
DROPKICK INTO THE LADDER – THE GROOVY ECLIPSE!
BIG POP AS FATE EATS COLD STEEL AND LIES MOTIONLESS!
Jessie hurriedly grabs the ladder himself and props it up under the briefcase. He sets one foot on the first rung, and The Slaughterhouse lights flicker. He hesitates, looking around as the crowd murmurs… Before shrugging it off. He resumes his ascent, the briefcase swaying hypnotically above him, audience growing louder—
MOIRAI IS UP!
THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE FAITHFUL GASP AS SHE SCALES THE LADDER IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE!
That brief pause by Jessie was all the opening she needed!
“I need this more than you do.” She laments. “It will return the mother thread of life to The Moirai.”
“You think I’m just gonna hop down and let you take it?” Jessie asks incredulously.
“I know you won’t.” She prophesies.
The two trade punches atop the ladder, which rocks under their weight perilously. Duelling chants punctuate each shot. Moirai sends Jessie reeling with a haymaker—
THE 230-POUNDER SLUMPS BACK, HOLDING ON WITH ONE HAND!
THE LADDER WOBBLES OMINOUSLY!
MOIRAI DESPERATELY TRIES TO COMPENSATE FOR THE IMBALANCE…
JESSIE USES THE BOOMSTICK PROPULSION TO RIGHT THE LADDER!
THAT’S USING YOUR HEAD FIST!
The draft created by the Boomstick causes the briefcase to swing between Williams and Moirai.
THEY BOTH GRAB HOLD OF IT!
A TUG OF WAR ENSUES, NEITHER COMPETITOR GIVING AN INCH!
IT’S THE OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME – BUT ONLY ONE CAN TAKE IT!
KEEPING A FIRM GRIP ON THE CASE, JESSIE REARS BACK WITH THE BOOMSTICK…
MOIRAI UNSHEATHES SOMETHING—
MOIRAI BLOCKS THE SUPERMAN PUNCH!
AN IRRESISTIBLE FORCE MEETS AN IMMOVABLE OBJECT, FIFTEEN FEET HIGH OFF THE GROUND!
JESSIE TRIES TO PRY HIS GAUNTLET FREE OF THE CLAWS, WHILE MOIRAI ATTEMPTS TO PULL IT OFF—
WILLIAMS DETACHES HIS BOOMSTICK!
MOIRAI GETS WHAT SHE WANTED – AND CRASHES TO THE MAT FOR HER TROUBLES!
The crowd rally behind Jessie for his ingenuity and quick-thinking.
“Groovy!” He says, smiling as he admires his handiwork – before looking up at the briefcase.
IT’S COMPLETELY UNCONTESTED!
Licking his lips at the reward contained inside, he nearly trips over himself as he reaches out for it!
HE GRASPS THE BRIEFCASE—
Camera flashes go off as eager spectators try to see what’s going on…
INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!
#3 – MR. SANDMAN
THE LIGHTS COME BACK ON, AND THE CROWD GASPS—
MR. FUCKING SANDMAN IS STANDING OPPOSITE WILLIAMS ON THE LADDER!
SANDMAN IS THE 3RD INVADER!
JESSIE’S EYES GO WIDE AS HE COMES FACE-TO-FACE WITH HIS TORMENTOR – HIS NIGHTMARE!
HE INSTINCTIVELY SWINGS FOR HIM—
SANDMAN DOESN’T EVEN FLINCH!
Jessie looks at his hand in disbelief.
He looks back down at the incapacitated Moirai. SHE STILL HAS HIS GAUNTLET!
Jessie whips his head back to Mr. Sandman—
40 FUCKING WINKS ATOP THE LADDER!
THE BUMP IN THE NIGHT DRIVES ITS THUMBS INTO JESSIE’S EYES, PRESSING THEM INTO THEIR SOCKETS!
WILLIAMS HOWLS IN PAIN!
THERE’S NOTHING ELSE HE CAN DO—
HE LEAPS FROM THE LADDER, BREAKING SANDMAN’S GRIP!
JESSIE’S KNEES BUCKLE, BUT AT LEAST HE CAN STILL SEE!
He crawls over to Moirai…
Sandman looks up at the dangling briefcase curiously.
“With that trinket, I could attract many more moths to my flame.” He postulates.
SANDMAN REACHES FOR THE BRIEFCASE!
HE TOUCHES ITS COOL, METALLIC SURFACE!
CAN HE UNHOOK IT!?
MOIRAI IS RIGHT THERE WITH HIM – THERE’S NO KEEPING HER DOWN!
SANDMAN SWINGS FOR HER – BUT SHE CATCHES HIM IN A FRONT FACELOCK!
SHE PULLS HIM OFF THE LADDER AND INTO A DIVING DDT – AAAATROOOOPOS!
Jessie sits in the corner, wide-eyed at the chaos unfolding right before his eyes.
HE SCREWS IN THE BOOMSTICK!
With the path clear, he makes a break for it.
JESSIE ASCENDS THE LADDER—
MR. SANDMAN GRABS HIS FOOT!
WILLIAMS HOLDS ONTO THE RUNGS AS SANDMAN TRIES TO PULL HIM BACK DOWN!
HE STOMPS ON THE FREAK’S HEAD!
ROTTEN TEETH FALL OUT OF SANDMAN’S MOUTH AND RATTLE ON THE CANVAS—
BUT HE HAS ROW UPON ROW OF THE DAMN THINGS!
JESSIE TRIES CLIMBING HIGHER TO BREAK HIS GRIP—
MOIRAI SCALES THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LADDER!
WILLIAMS CLAWS THE AIR, WATCHING AS HIS CHANCES OF WINNING—AND POTENTIALLY FINDING ASH—GO UP IN SMOKE!
Wait a minute—
MR. SANDMAN SPOTS MOIRAI INCHING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE BRIEFCASE!
HE LETS GO OF JESSIE…
IN FACT, HE RISES TO HIS FEET AND TAKES THE PRINCE ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!
MR. SANDMAN IS GIVING JESSIE A HEADSTART TO CATCH UP WITH MOIRAI!
Williams shrugs, thinking “What the hell!” – anything to stay in this!
JESSIE AND MOIRAI FIND THEMSELVES DUELLING ONCE AGAIN – WITH MR. SANDMAN INBETWEEN THEM!
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
A GOLDEN CLOUD IS THROWN IN MOIRAI’S FACE!
NO, IT WAS GRAINY! THERE WAS GRIT IN IT!
HER EYES ROLL INTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD—
SHE FALLS BACKWARDS OFF THE LADDER!
SHE’S OUT COLD AND CAN’T PROTECT HERSELF ON LANDING…
Thankfully, her head doesn’t hit the mat!
Mr. Sandman is holding a small drawstring sack in his hand—
HE USED SOME KIND OF… ENCHANTED SAND TO KNOCK MOIRAI OUT!
Is—is it safe!? How long is she out for!? Will she even wake up!?
Mr. Sandman—still carrying Jessie on his shoulders—reaches inside the sack for another pinch of sand…
JESSIE HAS TO THINK FAST—
HE HAS SANDMAN’S HEAD RIGHT WHERE HE NEEDS IT!
HAIL TO THE FUCKING KING!
JESSIE WILLIAMS HITS A SPINNING GOTCH PILEDRIVER FROM THE TOP OF THE FUCKING LADDER, KNOCKING IT OVER IN THE PROCESS!
HE ESCAPES THE KNOCKOUT SAND, THOUGH HIS COCCYX ISN’T THANKING HIM!
He and Sandman squirm on the canvas, as the referee checks on Moirai.
We’ve only 3 InVaders in this thing so far – what the hell else can happen!?
INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!
#4 – JUNKRAT
The crowd POP for the unmistakable, angelic voice delivering that profane greeting!
“I FOUND A FANCY SUITCASE O’ ME OWN!”
JUNKRAT IS INVADER #4!
As promised, he’s waving around a crusty old vinyl briefcase. It looks as though it may have once contained severed limbs on a beach somewhere…
THE SUITCASE IS TICKING!
WHAT THE HELL IS INSIDE THAT THING!?
“I’M GETTIN’ TIRED OF HOLDIN’ THIS, THOUGH – JUST LIKE YOUR MUMS TOLD ME LAST NIGHT!”
He rolls inside the ring, where Jessie Williams struggles to stand.
“Nothin’ personal, mate. Here – CATCH!”
JUNKRAT TOSSES HIS SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE TO JESSIE—
WILLIAMS SENDS IT RIGHT THE FUCK BACK WITH AN AIRBORNE BOOMSTICK!
THE CASE FLIES BACK TOWARDS JUNKRAT—
IT LANDS AT HIS FEET AND SPRINGS OPEN, REVEALING A CLOCK, WIRES, AND TUBES—
THE HOMEMADE EXPLOSIVE DEVICE SENDS HIM BACK THROUGH THE RING ROPES!
Return to sender on that Boomstick, as it wings its way back to Jessie.
Forcing himself to his feet, he picks the ladder up and dutifully erects it.
He climbs it once more, noticeably more laboured this time.
Junkrat reappears, having suffered what looks to be no more than a sooty face and missing eyebrows!
He trips over himself in his haste to climb through the ropes…
AND HE SCRAMBLES UP THE LADDER—
ON… ON THE SAME SIDE AS JESSIE!?
“Outta my way, dickhead! Papa needs to buy some new boomers! Gary is about to have a GOLD RUSH!”
BOTH MEN ROCK THE LADDER AS JUNKRAT LITERALLY CLIMBS OVER AND AROUND JESSIE, WHO TRIES TO ELBOW HIM OFF!
JUNKRAT BOUNCES WILLIAMS’ HEAD OFF ONE OF THE STEEL RUNGS!
HE PRESSES ON, REACHING THE TOP—
BUT HERE COMES MR. SANDMAN!
THIS FUCKER IS LIKE JASON VOORHEES – HE WON’T STAY THE FUCK DOWN!
Wait a minute…
THERE ARE SIGNS OF LIFE FOR MOIRAI!
SHE MUST’VE ONLY RECEIVED A SMALL DOSE OF SAND!
WHILE THE OTHERS DUKE IT OUT, SHE GRABS A SECOND LADDER FROM RINGSIDE!
SHE BRINGS IT IN AND SETS IT UP SIDE-BY-SIDE WITH THE FIRST LADDER!
TWO FIFTEEN-FEET LADDERS STAND UNDER THE BRIEFCASE!
JUNKRAT, JESSIE WILLIAMS, MR. SANDMAN, AND NOW MOIRAI ARE ALL CLIMBING, REACHING – CLAMOURING FOR THAT BRIEFCASE!
FISTS FLY IN EVERY DIRECTION AS THE FOUR INVADERS DESPERATELY TRY TO KNOCK EACH OTHER DOWN A FEW PEGS!
THEY HAVE NO QUALMS STEPPING ON EACH OTHER TO GET THAT TITLE SHOT!
SANDMAN WRAPS HIS HAND AROUND THE THROAT OF MOIRAI—
CHOKESLAM OFF THE LADDER TO THE MAT!
SHE COULD BE BROKEN IN HALF!
JESSIE WILLIAMS GOES FOR A BOOMSTICK ON JUNKRAT – BUT HE PULLS THE BRIEFCASE IN FRONT OF HIM!
THE BOOMSTICK DENTS THE CASE, BUT THE SHOCK TRAVELS THROUGH JESSIE, DESTABILISING HIM—
JUNKRAT BRAINS HIM WITH THE BRIEFCASE!
JESSIE SNAPS INTO THE CANVAS!
JUNKRAT AND MR. SANDMAN STARE EACH OTHER DOWN!
Junkrat takes particular note of Sandman’s many, many teeth.
“I bet it sucks to get a gobby off you, eh!?” He cackles.
A DEMONIC GROWL IS THE ONLY RETORT HE GETS, AS SANDMAN GRABS HIS HEAD—
END OF DAYS OFF THE LADDER!
BOTH LADDERS FALL INTO THE ROPES!
JUNKRAT SPIKES THE MAT SICKENINGLY!
Mr. Sandman laughs at the pain and anguish all around him.
Shaking off the impact of the Deep Sleep, he slowly approaches the prone form of Jessie Williams.
He delicately cradles his head in his hands…
“You have his eyes, you know.” He says, sinisterly. “I’d like to keep them for myself.”
HE RAISES HIS TAPED-UP THUMB!
HIS FILTHY FINGERNAIL JUST BRUSHES JESSIE’S EYE—
INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!
#5 – BRENT KERSH
“Hey, Sandman – leave the kid alone!”
The pop of the NIGHT welcomes that familiar, weathered, Southern drawl!
BRENT KERSH IS THE FIFTH INVADER!
The roof blows off The Slaughterhouse for the Texas native.
Sandman gently lays Jessie down on the mat.
He regards Brent curiously… Cautiously? No doubt he knows of the many battles he fought with The Scarecrow – another mythical entity.
“Brent Kersh. Your legend is almost as great as mine.” Sandman muses.
“I’d say greater.” Brent quips coolly.
SANDMAN WITH THE BIG BOOT—
BRENT SCOOPS HIM UP…
HE PLANTS HIM WITH THE DOUBLE-A SPINEBUSTER!
SANDMAN POWERS BACK TO HIS FEET—
SPEAR BY KERSH!
ONCE AGAIN, SANDMAN RESURRECTS…
BRENT KERSH TAKES HIM UP ON HIS SHOULDER!
THE GRIZZLED VETERAN LIFTS THE 360-POUNDER UP!
HOW’S THAT FOR SOME OLD-MAN STRENGTH!?
YOU KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT…
BRENT SLAYS ANOTHER LEGEND OF OLD WITH THE SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT!
The Enforcer dusts his hands and surveys the carnage around him.
Twisted ladders, mangled bodies, and—of course—that ever-present briefcase frolicking in their torment and misery.
BRENT PROPS ONE OF THE LADDERS UP!
HE STARTS TO CLIMB—
But… Jessie Williams groans down below.
Kersh looks up at the briefcase, then down at the kid.
Conflict is etched into every line on his face.
Why did he come back, again?
Wrestling with the decision, Brent ultimately decides…
He hops down and rushes over to Jessie.
“Come on, son – let’s do this together.”
“I wouldn’t do that, mate!”
Brent turns to see Junkrat walking through the wreckage, nursing his head. He looks even more deranged and unhinged than usual!
“That dirty bastard wasn’t gonna wash his hands the other week!”
Kersh simply shakes his head, sighs, and turns back to Jessie…
“Look out, old man – he could have the Corn-virus!”
Junkrat smashes Brent with a double-axe handle across the back – saving him, in his mind. The Junkertown resident puts the boots to Williams in the corner, then hits a running knee to Moirai in her own corner. He drags Kersh over to the turnbuckle, forming a triangle between them. He backs up…
CANNONBALL TO JESSIE WILLIAMS!
The pyrotechnic scrambles to his feet—
CANNONBALL TO MOIRAI!
He shakes off the cobwebs…
CANNONBALL TO BRENT KERSH!
Junkrat is on a roll—
SANDMAN IS UP, AND HE SNATCHES HIM INTO ANOTHER END OF DAYS…
“FUCK OFF, YA MUMMY-LOOKIN’ BASTARD!”
CONCUSSION MINE TILT-A-WHIRL DDT!
The scavenger’s explosive offence has cleared the ring!
Ready to blow from excitement, The Ticking Timebomb dives outside the ring – where he fetches a brand-spanking-new ladder…
AND IT’S A BIG ONE!
TWENTY FEET TALL!
JESUS CHRIST, THAT RING HAS MORE LADDERS THAN A HARDWARE STORE!
He flattens the hinges and dumps the ladder through the ropes. He gets tangled up himself as he re-enters the ring.
Junkrat tosses all other ladders—bar one—to the floor. This one demands a little more room. He hurriedly sets the ladder up and starts to climb one rung at a time!
The crowd stamp their feet and will the unorthodox demolitionist on!
JUNKRAT’S FINGERTIPS BRUSH THE ALUMINIUM BRIEFCASE…
COULD JUNKRAT GET THE CONTRACT, CASH-IN, AND BECOME THE NEXT OSW CHAMPION!?
THE LONG-RANGE BOOMSTICK FLIES ACROSS THE RING AND COLD-COCKS JUNKRAT IN THE JAW!
The Boomstick returns to its owner like a bird of prey to a falconer.
Surely that thing must be out of fucking juice by now!?
JUNKRAT PLUMMETS TO THE CANVAS!
As he lies there, looking up at the briefcase, he holds out his fingertips feebly – so close!
Moirai crawls over to the still-standing big ladder. One flattened fifteen-footer remains.
Kersh pulls himself up using the ropes.
Jessie stands opposite him.
Their eyes meet.
Brent knew Jessie’s dad, Ash.
He reached out to Jessie.
He’s been trying to protect him from forces that seek to corrupt or even to destroy him.
That damn briefcase, though, is casting a spell over all of them.
“I need this, Brent. That title could help me find my dad!” Jessie implores.
“I could undo the future. I could save my son!” Kersh replies.
The budding mentor-student relationship is tested as Jessie and Brent step towards each other—
The energy in the arena shifts.
An aura can be felt – stronger than any other in The Slaughterhouse…
INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!
#6 – BANZAN
All living things are connected, but in this moment, the InVaders are truly conscious of this connection—
BAAANZAAAN HAS ARRIVED!
THE SIXTH AND FINAL INVADER IS HERE!
Jessie and Brent both focus on the superheavyweight.
Banzan climbs onto the apron fearlessly. Shedding his entrance attire, he looks up at that infernal briefcase.
“It belongs to me. You are merely hyenas, stealing food from my den.”
SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN!
We could be looking at a future 3-time OSW Champion!
The monk enters HORSE STANCE…
JESSIE CHARGES AT HIM—
TIGER CLAW FIVE-POINT PALM STRIKE!
KERSH RACES IN AFTER HIM…
DUKKHA – SUFFERING EXISTS!
BANZAN DROPS THE WILY VETERAN WITH THE SAITO SUPLEX!
HE TURNS BACK TO WILLIAMS…
BANZAN LOOKS TO END HIS SUFFERING—
KINSHAAAAASAAAAAA – MAGGA!
THE 343-POUNDER IS ON FIRE!
BUT WHAT’S THIS!?
MR. SANDMAN SQUARES UP WITH BANZAN!
BIG MAN MEETS BIG MAN!
THE NIGHT TERROR VERSUS THE INDESTRUCTIBLE MOUNTAIN!
The fans are at a fever pitch!
THUNDEROUS LEFTS AND RIGHTS!
HOOKS, JABS, HAYMAKERS!
IT’S LIKE WATCHING NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC!
GODZILLA AND KING GHIDORAH COULDN’T RIP UP THE SKYLINE LIKE THESE TWO!
SANDMAN GETS HIS THUMBS IN BANZAN’S EYE SOCKETS!
THE MONK DOESN’T SCREAM, FOR HE FOLLOWS THE ENLIGHTENED PATH…
HOLY SHIT – FIVE-POINT PALM STRIKE WHILE BEING BLINDED!
The two big men break away from each other just long enough—
JUNKRAT RISES – AND HE HAS THE FIFTEEN-FOOT LADDER LAY ACROSS HIS SHOULDERS!
HIS HEAD POKES OUT BETWEEN TWO MIDDLE RUNGS!
“BETCHA GOT THE WRONG IDEA WHEN I SAID I WAS GONNA HELICOPTER YOU!” Junkrat yells maniacally.
JUNKRAT SPINS ROUND LIKE A PROPELLAR, INDISCRIMINATELY SMASHING INTO ANYONE AND EVERYONE!
DOWN GOES BANZAN!
JESSIE GETS WIPED OUT!
KERSH HAS HIS BELL RUNG!
IT’S SANDMAN’S TURN TO TAKE A NAP!
Junkrat finally slows down, discarding the bent ladder. He takes a moment to lean forwards, looking a little green around the gills…
“Oh, god – sick as a dog…” He spits on the mat and groans, holding his gut.
While recovering from motion sickness, the other 4 InVaders rise around him.
Wait – other 4 InVaders?
Junkrat himself, Banzan, Jessie, Kersh, Sandman…
Just as the aforementioned four all train their sights on Junkrat, he points up high, his mouth hanging open.
FATE STANDS ON TOP OF THE TWENTY FOOT LADDER!
SHE FREEZES, INCHES AWAY FROM THE BRIEFCASE!
BANZAN GRABS HOLD OF THE LADDER—
MOIRAI SEIZES HER CHANCE…
CORKSCREW MOONSAULT OFF THE LADDER, INTO THE MASS OF HUMANITY BELOW!
WHAT A CRUEL TWIST OF FATE!
MOIRAI TAKES OUT WILLIAMS, KERSH, AND SANDMAN!
HOLY HELL, THERE ARE BODIES EVERYWHERE!
Banzan ducked for cover under the ladder; Junkrat gave everyone else the slip.
The Tiger’s Nest Monastery monk and the scrapyard scavenger look at each other.
THEY BOTH BEGIN TO CLIMB THE LADDER!
THE FANS ARE AT A BOILING POINT!
BANZAN REACHES THE TOP FIRST, BUT JUNKRAT IS RIGHT ON HIS TAIL!
THE WILDCARD DUCKS A TIGER CLAW—
HE HEADBUTTS BANZAN ON THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE – BUSTING HIM OPEN!
BLOOD POURS DOWN BANZAN’S CHIN AND ONTO HIS CHEST!
HE SPITS OUT A MOUTHFUL OF THE STUFF AND GOES FOR ANOTHER TIGER CLAW…
JUNKRAT DOESN’T DUCK THIS ONE IN TIME!
BUT HE DOES REACH INTO HIS POCKET…
HE RETRIEVES SOMETHING—
AND RAISES IT…
ONE MORE MOVEMENT WILL COMPLETE THE FIVE-POINT STRIKE…
BANZAN STRIKES JUNKRAT’S OPEN PALM, WHICH CONTAINS SOMETHING—
SPARKS, AND A CLOUD OF SMOKE BRIEFLY ENVELOPS THE ACTION!
JUNKRAT JUST GOT BANZAN TO STUN-GRENADE HIMSELF – AN EQUIVALENT OF ONE, AT LEAST!
THE INDESTRUCTIBLE MOUNTAIN REELS, BLINKING RAPIDLY AGAINST THE HOT HAZE—
JUNKRAT CLATTERS THE DOGFUCK OUT OF BANZAN WITH THE DENTED BRIEFCASE!
THE 6’8”, 343-POUND MOUNTAIN OF A MAN FALLS FROM THE LADDER LIKE KING KONG FROM THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING!
THE RING TREMBLES AS HE HITS THE CANVAS!
JUNKRAT – IT’S ALL YOURS!
MAKE YOURSELF FAMOUS!
THE LIGHTS HAVE GONE OUT!
OH MY…. OH MY FUCKING GOD!!
What the good god damn is Rain doing here? He grabs Junkrat by the throat.
FALLING CHOKESLAM FROM THE LADDER TO THE CANVAS! HE FUCKING DRIVES HIM INTO THE MAT!
The Monster gets back to his feet as the crowd murmur and boo in utter shock.
Suddenly, Banzan who is now on the outside is back to his feet.
He stares down The Monster, both of them locking eyes for what seems like an eternity.
SPEAR INTO A LADDER!
WHAT THE FUCK!
IT’S ANNA GOODCHILD!
GOODCHILD IS HERE WITH RAIN!
Banzan bounces back first off the steel, hitting the floor with a thud. I don’t understand what’s going on here.
Anna is a woman of determined faith. She always considered herself a woman of the Lord but that Lord is no more.
She mounts Banzan, reigning down fists upon him like a woman possessed by evil.
Brent Kersh meanwhile slides back into the ring, spinning Rain by the arm.
He looks into The Monster’s barren eyes and stumbles backwards.
BIG BOOT BY RAIN!
STRAIGHT INTO THE CORNER!
AND WAIT… WAIT… IS THAT… NO FUCKING WAY!
IT’S JIMMY SARTYR!
THE INNOVATOR IN OVATION HAS CLAMBERED THE TURNBUCKLE BEHIND BRENT KERSH!
WITH A KNEE JAMMED STRAIGHT INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, HE LEAPS HIM FORWARD!
The fans are fucking frenzied.
This surely can’t be.
Rain and Jimmy Sartyr are mortal enemies!
We have Rain, Jimmy Sartyr and Anna Goodchild back in an OSW ring!
But that isn’t it.
Of course it isn’t.
Because outside, a big fat lump of a man has tackled poor Jessie Williams to the floor. He forcibly grabs his legs, turning him over.
COWBOY JIMMY JENKINS!
THE FUCKIN’ COWBOY!
THE FUCKIN’ FUCKIN’ COWBOY!
WHAT THE FUCK!
WILLIAMS HEAD IS TRAPPED UNDER THE BOTTOM RUNG OF THE LADDER! HE SCREAMS IN AGONY BUT COWBOY JUST WRENCHES BACK!
This InVasion match has been utterly ruined by four people who shouldn’t even be here.
But it isn’t over.
Because outside of the ring, HAYDEN GOD DAMN HARDKORE is pummelling away at Moirai! There’s a table set up and by God, he’s wailing on her with right hands. He punches her down onto the table, nailing her with as many fists as he can before he climbs the ring apron.
RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! SHOOTING STAR PRESS THROUGH MOIRAI AND THE TABLE!
HAYDEN HARDKORE TAKES OUT MOIRAI!
No-one can quite believe it.
The audience are in utter shock.
Rain, Anna and Jimmy are on the outside, ensuring that Banzan, Jimmy and Kersh can’t get anywhere near the action.
Moirai is unconscious, amongst carnage with Hayden Hardkore and that leaves only one… creature.
WHO’S ATOP THE FUCKING LADDER!
RAIN TURNS AROUND.
SARTYR, RAIN AND GOODCHILD SCRAMBLE INTO THE RING TO STOP HIM!
BUT HE SNATCHES THE CASE!
SANDMAN WINS! SANDMAN WINS INVASION!
HE FUCKING VANISHES FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!
WHAT THE FUCK!
Mr. Sandman has won InVasion and gotten the hell out of dodge with the briefcase! Rain, Goodchild, Sartyr and Jenkins look at each other, disgruntled and aggrieved.
THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS
Hayden Hardkore joins Rain, Anna Goodchild, Jimmy Sartyr and Cowboy Jim Jenkins in the middle of the ring.
All five stand there, looking at the booing crowd with smiles on their faces when suddenly, music bursts into the arena.
“Bodies” by Drowning Pool begins to blare and out onto the entrance ramp steps none other than Lance Norman.
Norman hasn’t been seen for years but makes his way down the ramp like he owns the place.
Once inside the ring, he pulls a microphone out of his pocket and whilst almost drowned out by the boos, introduces himself.
“My name is Lance Norman,” he says to a deafening reaction. “And these men and women behind me are the Internet Wrestling Federation!”
He stops for a moment, listening to the hatred.
“I’d like to tell you that tonight like those behind me, I’ve invaded, but the truth is that I personally have been here for a little while.”
That causes some confusion amongst the crowd.
“I’m not surprised that none of you put it together. The IWF was based out of Las Vegas, after all. You see, these people behind me know me as Lance Norman, but you’ll be more familiar with my Old School Wrestling alias; Mr. House.”
The crowd immediately boo again.
“I don’t know what you had in mind, but here we stand on opposing sides.”
“Let’s go to war!”
“Go to War” by Nothing More suddenly hits and out onto the stage saunters The Butcher. That immediately brings the fans to their feet, watching as the OSW Chairman stops there, not daring to go any further.
“You’re a fuckin’ cockroach,” The Butcher growls to a standing ovation.
Lance screws up his face, folding his arms.
“Do you really think this half-price, cut-cost assembly of former wrestlers can survive in Old School Wrestling? Don’t you get it, Lance? This isn’t the IWF. This isn’t a wrestling federation. This is a fucking battleground, you arrogant little prick.”
The former IWF Chairman walks to the ropes, leaning on them as he listens intently.
“If your gaggle of assholes want to invade MY company, then so be it, but you have no power here, Lance. At Chain Reaction, Sartyr, Hardkore, Jenkins and Goodchild will team up to face three other teams of four in the famed Chain Reaction match, if they dare.”
Lance nods in agreement.
“They dare, Colin; you had better believe they dare,” he remarks with a sinister smile. “And if you think I’m here to take over, you’re mistaken. We’re not here to run Old School Wrestling. We’re not here to make money. We’re not even here to join your ranks.”
He pauses, his eyes narrowing.
“We’re here to be the fucking poison! This company is responsible for so much evil in this world. It took God’s from us. It took faith. It took family. Now, it’ll take its leave.”
“We’re going to destroy Old School Wrestling; we’re gonna end its consistent impact upon the world. This is just the beginning. At Red Snow, it’s the end.”